Happy Birthday Torina

6-15-9

By BertaS

Description: After the war. Severus and his master attend a celebration of the anniversary of their victory.

Warnings: Slash, not graphic.

Disclaimer: I am just playing with JKR's toys. I will return them when I am done.

A/N: Includes, per Torina's request, bare foot Severus and his partner is wearing leather.

The Master

He glanced up at the man sitting on the large throne like chair, then around at his faithful followers, sycophants and hangers-on and sighed. He had always thought himself so superior. He couldn't quite grasp what had happened. He racked his brains, but no matter how much he pondered it, he still could not fathom how he had ended up beneath this man.

People had underestimated what would happen when HE won. They had assumed the killing and torture would stop. It hadn't. In fact, for a while, it got worse.

Now, Severus Snape was sitting on a low stool, at the feet of the world's most powerful wizard, lost in thought while he was supposed to be watching the entertainment for the annual 'Victory' celebration.

Severus started slightly when he felt a light tug on the tail his hair was pulled into for the occasion. Quickly bringing his attention back to the present he looked up into his master's face.

"Are you not enjoying the show Severusss?" the man asked, drawing the attention of everyone in the large room.

Severus dropped his eyes to the bare toes that peeked from under the long sleeveless robe he was wearing and sighed, "Not particularly, Master." A slight smirk appeared as he continued, "I believe I may have mentioned before that I am not terribly impressed with mimes.

There were shocked gasps from those around them and the man on the throne smiled. "I suppose, I could excuse you. But…" he held up one finger, "You would quite likely find someone else in your seat when you returned."

Severus glared up at the man and sneered, "I did not ask to be excused, Master. I merely voiced the boredom with this particular act that everyone else was too frightened to express."

Eyes still locked on Severus' the Master said, "Leave usss."

Once the room was cleared and they were alone the man slid his hand into Severus hair, dislodging the ribbon that was holding it. He gripped the hair firmly without actually hurting. Severus did his best to hide the shiver that ran down his spine.

"Do you fear me, Severusss?" was the hissed question.

Letting out a deep breath Severus whispered, "Sometimes."

The hand in his hair moved, puling Severus closer and making him tilt his head farther up. "That is what I like about you Severusss. You don't lie to me." Fingers trailed over Severus cheek, "Although, you could if you wanted to, couldn't you?"

Severus knelt up closer as his hands slid up the Master's leather clad thighs and he stopped suppressing the shivers the man's touch was causing. He looked up into the vibrant green eyes and said, "Lying would serve no purpose, Harry."

Fin

Happy birthday Torina