9/15. 12/16

As You Rush Through My Veins

"I was the wolf, and she, my moon."

Flash Back:

Severus landed in the uneven bog and felt his boots immediately fill with water as mud swallowed up to his ankles.

He so was weak already, so tired and in so much pain. Gritting his teeth in extreme agony, he pulled each leg out from the mud and onto the island he originally intended to land on. Picking up pace while holding his pain stricken and limp arm, Severus stumbled weakly through the complicated path, tripping every now and then as the early setting sun cast shadows that brought deceiving depth to his swirled and fuzzy mind. He eventually broke through the crops and walked into the open yard of the warmly glinting Burrow. He stopped for a moment to wipe his sweating sticking hair from over his eyes. Severus picked up a violent cough and felt his raw and broken throat grease with blood, bringing him to choke momentarily before picking up his heavy, limping steps that were bound for the safety of the house.

Thankfully, only Molly had been home at the time, and the sun had fully set when Kayne showed up and the two women finally stopped the heavy bleeding that came from five large, whip-like gashes that sliced his arms, shoulders and back, the worst of which, he was informed, sliced a hook over his shoulder and slithered over his back and spine, curling away at the end with a elegant swirl. They later found a bloodied and bruised impact point on the side of his head, which although he had no memory of, explained for his dizziness and disorientation.

Once the situation was controlled, Molly had left him in the kitchen with Kayne to gather spread out stitching supplies, as the wounds proved too open and some too deep to solely rely on potions and magic.

He was sitting, slouching against the backrest of the reversed sitting wooden chair that ran parallel to the kitchen table where his left arm rest on books and pillows in attempt to keep his shoulders straight. Outstretched and in an elevated position his arm is face downwards, fingers grazing the the wooden top, his dark mark hidden from view.

Molly had first thing helped him remove his robes but allowed Severus to maintain the personal comfort of wearing a single robe over his bare torso that he would drop past his shoulders when Molly came back to sew him up.

Again...

He glanced over to his arm at his elevated arm. According to both women, he had a deep whip line that had wrapped and sliced his upper forearm and shoulder which explained for his arm's extreme pain and refusal to keep a grip. His other arm he hung limply over the head of the chair, his chin hanging just over his arm, his eyes watching his hand as Kayne, who sat silently before him in a position just like his, held his middle and index fingers together loosely with her hand, her own eyes watching the cracking fire that sat against the wall on the other side of the table.

He was to tired to pull away where he usually would have, to hurt to push away the warmth that was granted to him in such a time after such sin, and in a mixture of shots granted, exhaustion and delirium, he would occasionally run his thumb over her knuckles out of boredom. She would occasionally hand him numbing elongating potions, blood replenishment, or an energy fueller. Each a struggle to take, he was just so, so tired, but he knew he was not allowed to sleep.

Not yet.

It was Kayne's straightening and focusing of attention that alerted him to the foot steps coming up from behind.

"Severus, you ready?" Molly asked calmly, landing at his side and placing a gentle hand on his good shoulder.

A sigh and a nod was the answer he gave, and with a sad smile Molly pulled up a chair behind Severus and pulled down the robe and began testing the numbness around the wounds.

They all sat in silence for many ticks of the clock, and one point into the night, with no warning whats so ever, the heavy kitchen door slammed open, bringing all three room occupants to jump.

"- And that's why, my son, we always double check for holes." Arthur remarked jollily as he entered the house, looking behind him and giving a laugh which stopped immediately when he saw the scene that sat in his kitchen.

It must have looked terrible..

He was fully shirtless and his pale skin shone in the darkness against the fire light as he leaned hunched over in a chair while the man's wife sat behind him, frozen in shock with her threaded needle pulling mid stitch. Vex's white eye shone from under the table. Kayne was dawned in obvious PJ's and slippers with a bathrobe tied around her waist, and who held her spot across from Severus and insisted on still holding his bloodied and dirtied fingers. A hold he found himself pulling away with his lazy exhaustion that had overtaken him. Blood stained the furniture, he had left a pool of blood around the legs of the chair he sat on, while mud was caked to where he stepped while medical supplies were scattered all over the table along with many, many bloody rags and medical equipment.

"Son, no." Arthur tried.

But the fathers warning was too late, and Charlie Weasley stepped through the door and another of Hogwarts graduates looked upon his broken features. Severus lowered his head in shameful embarrassment.

Kayne knew of Charlie back in school, and though their year and house difference never allowed them to properly meet, she recognized him immediately.

"Professor Snape…" The young man was speechless, and Arthur took Charlie by the shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"My eldest son, this is not how I wanted us to bring this to you… But, there something your mother and I need to talk to you about…"

Not long after that night, Charlie Wesley, with everlasting bravery and loyalty, joined The Order of the Phoenix with his head held high.

Kayne:

It was late that same night, and Kayne was deep asleep when the door to her private living quarters slammed open. Vex was quick to his feet and slipped off the bed, posting at the closed bedroom door, loudly growling and exposing his white teeth that glinted against dim candle light. Kayne sat up and listened silently at the sound of moving that was coming the adjoining room while pulling he wand from the side table.

"Kayne! Come here. girl!"

Severus, she realized checking the clock, reading that he had most likely been drinking with Lucius until one that morning.

She moved off the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers before commanding Vex back. Pulling open the door, she shuffled into the living area to see a slightly disheveled Severus resting lazily against the door frame of the closed entrance. His legs crossed at the ankle and a superior smirk on his face as she stepped into view. A rare twinkle danced in his eyes that forced a caution feeling in Kayne, who stopped out and gave him a tired nod and slipping her wand into her bathrobe pocket.

"Kaaayne," his voice growled low like a bear. "A name that reminds one of sugar."

She cocked her head at him and gave a smirk. "Right, because sugars so sweet." She chuckled at her own joke while Severus darkened his features.

"Because Kayne is a like sugar cane. First warning." His voice unslured and hardened flawlessly.

He was drunk, she assumed he was first thing, but now she knew it as fact. This wasn't her first time seeing the man drunk off the clock; the majority of her Slytherin House joined in on the early twenty year old on his late night shenanigans that he provided spontaneously as rewards for good behavior. Even as a young teen, Kayne always respected the way he could get knee wobble drunk and still maintain control over an entire Slytherin House with dignity and complete with his fear striking seriousness.

His eyes left hers as he pulled an expensive looking bottle from behind his back and took a swig from what Kayne could smell from the distance, was a very high percent booze.

The top shelf smell that Kayne noted, had her reasoning Lucius had encouraged another night with a limitless tab.

"Well thank you for all of your respect." she tried lightly, attempting to usher him from in front of her doorway. Instead, he stepped his way to the center, allowing the silencing wards to slip over the strong wood.

"It's great to see that you had a grand time with Mr. Malfoy." Kayne jabbed, taking a few steps around the room and glancing back towards her bedroom door where the white eye of Vex shone through the open crack. Severus was not a threat to her, but toxics do terrible things to men of all kind, things that leave of scars and can be forgiven but not so easily forgotten.

Kayne began the dance of the sober ward, a dance she had danced for her father many times. She would keep the conversation and atmosphere light while hoping her next actions went unnoticed.

"Good booze, good time." Severus slurred quietly swinging the bottom of the bottle upwards as his eye's became beady on the figure glaring at him from behind the bedroom door. "I should have gotten you a something small...like a ferret..." He huffed before taking a swing and looking away.

"I'm so happy you didn't." She chuckled, giving the man credit for the mans mythical creature pick out.

She made her way to the living room cabinet and started picking through glasses. After deciding on a pair, she turned her back to Severus and secretly pulled a crystal vial from the drawer while pulling his cup towards her.

"What are you doing?" His voice was lazy and she heard his feet making their way across the floor behind her.

Quickly dripping a few drops into the glass and swirling the liquid to the sides with her finger, she turned to face him. It had gone without notice how close behind her Severus had gotten and his closeness made her jump slightly.

She gave a weak smile, "unless you have become an animal, I thought you would like a glass."

Her composure set to a friendly smile and she set friendly eyes on his slightly bloodshot and cautious one's as she extended his glass to him. Severus watched her closely, his intuition showing it's magnificence as he slowly extended his grasp for the offered glass, and his eye's searched her's for a moment suspiciously, before fully taking the cup from her hold.

He held the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other and filled the glass mid air before roughly filling hers and placing the bottle just as roughly down on the desk next to him. He stared at her for a moment, giving the drink a quick swirl before raising the cup to his lips.

Kayne's breath choked in her throat as she waited for him to take his sip.

But then...It was as if he knew...

Severus lowered the glass from his mouth and placed it quietly on the table next to the bottle, tilting his head away from her and closing his eyes attempting personal control.

"What are you trying at?" He drunkenly growled.

"I…. I don't know what you mean.."

Kayne had indeed stepped back and was attempting to place the nearby desk between them, but Severus's steps stayed to close.

"Your slipping me something. You deceitful, ungrateful little-"

In a flash he stepped forward, grabbing her around the scruff of her robes and forcing her spine painfully into the heavy wooden desk. He pulled his wand and landed a hand on each side of her, trapping her as he leaned in. She winced under his digging his knee that painfully pushed down on her inner knee pressure point, bringing her to quickly shrink with the pain and bow leg before the Potions Master.

Accepting her admitted defeat, Severus, with a swift movement, flipped his wrists and twisted his hand backward so that he now lay his palms over the top of her hands and his fingers to slipping between her spaces with one hand, and driving his wand into her palm and her hands into the sharp desk sides with the other. Her breathing picked up as she felt his wand hand slip from over hers and come up under her ribs.

"Explain yourself, child."

"It wasn't a poison, professor." She breathed as he lowered himself over her, bending her spine back painfully as he held the wand more like a knife which was kept digging in painfully, keeping her under control and constantly reminding of who she was dealing with.

"Then what possibly would you give me, that you wouldn't tell me?"

Kayne winced from the pain and the fumes of alcohol which churned her stomach, "It was only something to sober you up. I promise."

"You don't enjoy this?" Severus's energy changed the longer he stayed against her, and now his words mimicked that of arousal mixed with mockery. He leaned his body further over hers, letting up on her knee, but keeping his connection with her leg and hip.

"You don't like it when I'm drunk?" Severus asked again gruffly, his black eyes scanning for objections.

He examined her face for any real sign of dismissal while continuing his game by lowering his wand and placing both hands around either wrist with his wand held under his fingers. Continuing his hold, he lowered his mouth inches from her cheek, allowing his bating breath to warm her as he waited for her consent.

"You don't like this?" His voice hissed in her ear, sending shivers up her spine.

She couldn't find words for anything at that moment, and Kayne remained speechless as his nose brushed her cheek and he warmed her skin through cracked lips and slow breaths. His bodies warmth had reached her, creating chills from the exposed skin that the cold air of the dungeons could still touch. As goosebumps broke out through her body, Kayne listened to his deep breathing and could almost hear his heart beating as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder as she pulled herself up on his desk, placing a knee at his stomach preventing any further advancement.

He huffed his breathing and twisted his lip upward, "Why do you push away?" He drawled, resting a hand on her blocking knee, black eyes watching his fingers pick at a black fur inbedded in her pants thread.

"Oh, I push people away… That's right.. ." She gave him a sarcastic smile and shook her head before looking down.

"You're the one who would never stay in bed.." His innuendo laced bite sent a second shiver up her spine. Her emotions proved obvious as he pushed her suddenly relaxed knee out of his way and stepped up between her legs.

He was still a few heads taller than her, and Kayne looked away as he rose tall. She chose to tilt her head forward to avoid his eyes and she stared at the buttons of his robe instead.

"You're the one who never made me want to stay tucked in, Professor." One hand he allows from under his and she lands her fingers on the side of his leg, lightly.

Her speech contained a playful lure to an event she wasn't going to allow, and his eyes held on her touch, though he pushed himself no further. It wasn't fair, how she was now acting.. but then again she had always been a true Slytherin. She felt the teasing bring the man to grin a darker grin, and his forehead to hover inches from the top of her downcast posture.

"I always punished accordingly.." he hissed words he would only utter when drunk, his breath warming the top of her ear as he slithered himself into the last of the available space between her legs and transformed his stance into that of a strike-ready snake.

Kayne looked up, meeting the cold eyes of the Professor, and soon slipped her hand from under his, and laced a finger though the belt loop of his trousers giving a small tug that brought Severus to grin and he pulled himself up to height.

"Thats right, sir. A whole five points from Slytherin." She mocked with a smile as she played the fabric.

"Are you looking for a different treatment.." His growl pushed her into silence and he advanced in his drunken lust by placing his hand on her hip and sliding his thumb under her loose shirt, slowly caressing her skin with a single swipe.

As his bottom lip grazed her neck, Kayne panicked and pulled herself backwards and over the other side of the desk.

She quickly received a glare and snarl from the prideful man and Severus moved his weight onto the hands that he rest outstretched on the wooden top, gritting his teeth and looking off to the side, irritated.

"I'm sorry." Kayne whispered the open ended apology not fully sure herself what she was sorry for.

She didn't know what else to say and now as she mumbled her apology, she bit her cheek to slow the nerves and the heat that tingled under her skin. He dropped his glare and tilted his head to the side again, running his tongue over his molars before pushing off his palms and picking up the laced glass.

She watched the man take the entire dose in a sip, and his features stiffened as the alcohol burned and potion the took effect. The intoxication faded quickly from his body and the cup was placed silently on the counter as Severus x-haled the last of the fog in his mind.

"I apologize." He grunted under his breath, glancing upwards to see her expression.

Kayne didn't move and instead watched as Severus backed his steps, his movement silent as he stepped out the portrait door leaving Kayne alone to calm herself down and recount what just happened.

Do we like that pairing? Does it roll well them? Or should I go the way of Draco? We'll have to see!