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Alternate Routes
Chapter 11a

*WARNING: contains unconsumated, non-consensual, m/m rape scene.

Returning

Looking at the mark on his arm, dark and sinister, Snape moved to the open windows. He had to go back now. As wonderful as the past three weeks had been safe in Dumbledore's rooms, the call could not be ignored.
But that didn't mean he had to be stupid.
Taking out his wand, Snape securely bound the shielding charm about his body. He hadn't tested this one, but it would work. It had to! Then he decided to borrow the broom leaning casually on the wall. Levitation would use up precious energy. Of course, he didn't really like flying all that much, but he would do it tonight.
Managing to close the windows for the most part, Snape carefully guided the broom down low to the ground. The dark would cover his escape, although he would use the apparation point in the Forbidden Forest instead of down the road towards Hogsmeade. It was closer and was much more secretive. He just did not like going into the forest.
The mark burned still, but it did not hurt as much as the week prior. He decided being healthier helped tolerate the pain. Dipping beneath the branches of trees, he glided over an old pathway into the depths until he came to a very small clearing. Snape dismounted and used a shrinking spell on the broom, slipping it into his pocket. He apparated to the Dark Lord.
As the meeting ground swirled and solidified before him, Snape first noted that this was a smaller meeting, only about 15 death eaters were there. He spied out Pettigrew, then Malfoy and Goyle. Voldemort looked beyond the circle and stared at the newcomer.
An overwhelming desire to hide flowed over Snape. Why didn't he stay where he was safe? Bile rose in his throat and he tamped it down angrily. Anger. His ally. He pulled the hatred of Malfoy, of Pettigrew and especially of Voldemort up out of the depths of his soul and embraced it, nurtured it, until he felt his body straighten up of its own accord. They would not beat him. He Was Severus Snape! He Was on the Side of Light. These creatures were nothing.
He pulled from his memory his favorite hurts, watching his friend die, watching Albus tortured. His lip pulled up into a full sneer and he strode enraged into the circle and threw himself prostrate at Voldemort's feet. As he hit the ground he felt two spells hit him simultaneously, hastening his face into the dirt.
Smirking, he knew they'd bounced off and returned to the point of origin. He heard someone begin to vomit violently behind him. The second cursed person was silent, although there was much shuffling and hissing of cloaks as the circle moved away from one of its members. The true devoted death eater, he ignored them now.
Lord, I beg your forgiveness for not answering sooner, his voice was contrite enough. He perceived the dark mage looking down at him but said nothing. Pettigrew instead spoke.
You were not called, Snape! How dare you show your face
here without our lord's permission?! the rat spat out the words hatefully.
Snape did not squirm, simply lifted up enough to extend his arm. The dark mark was just that, dark and angry. The twisted serpent's eyes nearly glowed beneath the black of its face.
I was, my lord. I am sorry I am late, he now moved to kneel, but did not look at Voldemort's face.
I also ask forgiveness for not answering when you called
before. Four times you have called, but I was unable to
answer you before tonight. I beg your forgiveness, and he prostrated himself again. Ah, this would be good! Someone called and it wasn't Voldemort. He did not allow himself the luxury of gloating over that fact; instead he kept himself utterly still and cleared his mind of everything.
As he lay there he felt Nagina slowly uncurl and scent along his head and shoulders before pulling back. The circle was deathly silent as Voldemort looked at each of his followers, holding their eyes for as long as they could tolerate. He ignored the two forms twisting on the ground beyond the new edge of the circle. Finally his eyes rested upon Snape.
Snape! Hadn't Malfoy been whispering about his treachery? That he was in Dumbledore's grasp? Sleeping with the man and giving him the favors that were Voldemort's due as master?
And Pettigrew. He too had spoken harshly of Snape, condemning him time and again as a traitor of the highest order.
But here he was, Snape, groveling on the ground before him. Not even trying to touch his hem as the others did. Either he was true or he was the biggest fool of them all. And yet that shielding charm had held. He was a strong wizard, no doubting that. He was here, at his feet; Nagina had not found him distasteful but had scented him fully. Pulling himself as straight up as possible he sneered down his nose,
Get out of the dirt, Snape. Let me see you, and he drawled the word out. He needed to see his eyes.
Snape rose elegantly, brushing off the dirt from his robes and dusted his hands. A quick wipe to his face with the sleeve of his robe took away nearly all of the dirt. He straightened and looked into Voldemort's eyes. There was no deceit, no lies although there was a great deal of hatred that Voldemort misread as disgust. Of course it was disgust. Disgust of the constant in-fighting between his fellow death eaters. This one had served him long, although always in the middle of the ranks, not aspiring to the power as Malfoy, Pettigrew and others did. A true soldier!
Stepping down from his position he said with disgust,
I will return shortly and I want these men ready. He held out his hand to Snape and indicated he should followw.
Come to my rooms, he said with firmness.
Pettigrew, clean up this mess, With Snape in tow he walked up to the house behind them and into the sitting room.
Snape was slightly nervous, but he figured Voldemort would misconstrue exactly why he was nervous. He kept working on the panic rising. NO NO NO!' his inner voice shrieked. NO I CAN'T!' He breathed deeply and he heard a soft chuckle from the evil man.
Oh, child, said Voldemort. Snape's heart wrenched hearing Dumbledore's endearment come from that foul mouth.
I wish I could have you in every way, both hands were on Snape now and he trembled in absolute terror. He could not defend himself at this point, he was too weakened. Voldemort hissed in delight, working on the clasps of Snape's robes, slowly undressing his prize.
Oh, my child, you are so beautiful, his hands pushed the robes back over his shoulders, exposing his chest. Voldemort leaned forward to breathe in his scent then hungrily kissed his throat, biting skin hard as he went down to where the shoulder met and the pulse beat wildly. He sucked and bit, tearing skin.
Stopping for a moment, his hand began to rub against Snape's nipple, twisting and pinching as Snape moaned and trembled. That he was feeling fear, nay, sheer terror did not matter for the Dark Lord in his arrogance thought it submission.
Severus, I would take you now, here, if only I could, and he kissed him fully on the lips, tongue forced between the passive lips sucking and nipping as his one hand grasped the younger man's hair securely and the other moved down into his loosened leggings, to grope his ass, grinding his knee into Snape's crotch.
Snape shook from the encounter and it took every ounce of his strength not to shriek and bolt.
he managed to moan out,
not yet, Lord, he was effectively trapped in his robes, arms caught in the sleeves, pinned against the couch's back.
You do not wish to come? For me? he asked, pausing from his assault, licking droplets of salty blood off the man's heaving chest.
I, I want to w-wait for you, he pleaded.
But I want to taste you, Severus. Suck in your sweetness,
and he slipped his other hand to his ass and dragged sharp nails acrossed both cheeks. Cutting tender flesh.
Please, Lord, I need more, I need you inside, hell, might as well go for broke if he were going to be raped, let it be all the way.
Voldemort paused in his assault, removing his teeth from the man's chest, he looked up, seeing the head thrown back in what he thought was passion. It touched him, the man wanted him to be satisfied, too. A small smile played on his lips. He wanted to bring Snape to the edge, to hear him scream his name in pain and pleasure. Yes, he would wait.
Releasing Snape, his hands came up to slowly refasten his robes. He pulled the trembling man close and kissed him deeply.
I will wait. For you, he said as if he were bestowing a great gift.
For his part Snape looked grateful, although for totally opposite reasons to Voldemort.
I will wait. Soon, he caressed Snape's face, very
soon. You do not have to attend this meeting. In fact, I
will not be calling you for several weeks. Do not answer
any call for I will come for you myself, he feathered a kiss across his forehead.
The next time you will know without something as crass
as this mark burning. You will attend me and take your place at
my side.
Yes, my lord, I wait for that day! bile once more rose in his throat and he swallowed it down managing to look every bit the swooning lover. Voldemort smiled, and though he meant it in affection it froze Snape's blood.
You may apparate from here, Severus, he said as if it were another gift.
I do not want you cursed by any of those fools out there.
They do not understand greatness, and he cupped Snape's face, but
you do. Go back to Hogwarts and wait for me. Voldemort turned and walked back out the door, closing it behind him.