Warnings: Contains sadistic and cold Harry, a confused and useless Severus, and a Lord Voldemort that rules over Great Britain.

Disclaimer: I own none of this except whatever original stuff I can imbue into it.

Beta'd by Blackumbrage

Stockholm Syndrome: A phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor.

THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
by Nenya Entwhistle

Chapter 8
Temptation is Dangerous

He hated it when Harry did this.  He had started doing this recently, a few weeks ago.  Was it punishment?  It certainly was a torture.  Harry tempted him.  Tempted him in ways that made him remember that he was a man and that he had desires as well.  And he knew that Harry knew that it was arousing, being forced to watch him clean himself after a particularly rough fuck session with Voldemort. 

It was the way Harry touched himself, gently and yet confidently as he washed away the bloody remains of the Dark Lord's violent love.  Seeing all the blood that had to be wiped away should have sickened him, but once it was removed--- Severus saw the beauty that was the reason that Voldemort claimed Harry.  Certainly there were more beautiful men than Harry, the Malfoys first came to mind, but there was something irresistibly innocent about Harry--- his pose, his stance, his being that was alluring. 

"Snape," Potter called, "come here." 

Severus gulped and knew that it was hopeless for him to hope to hide his erection.  [NC-17 cut out.]

"Dry me," Potter commanded. 

Biting down on his bottom lip so hard that Severus was certain that he must be bleeding, he quickly moved to dry Harry's body.  He made certain that his eyes never left Harry's expressionless face, and he felt he succeeded in not getting any harder than he already was.  Success, his inner voice murmured, in control that he felt that he didn't have much of.  Damn Harry for knowing exactly how to get to him. 

"You missed a spot," Potter stated.  [NC-17 cut out.]  "Snape." 

[NC-17 cut out.]

"That's enough, Snape." 

Severus dropped his hand on command.  [NC-17 cut out.]  

"I know what you want," Potter commented calmly.  Severus's face snapped toward his Master, and he shuddered as Harry's fingers gently caressed his cheek.  "I would like to give it to you."  Harry would?  Oh god… yes.  Yes, his body and his soul screamed fiercely.  "There is only one problem."  Severus knew who it was.  Voldemort.  "You understand, don't you?  Severus…"  To hear his name on his Master's tongue was sensuality at its height.  "Answer me." 

"I understand." 

Potter smiled.  It was the first time Severus had seen what he believed was a genuine smile on Harry's face in the longest time.  It was the only thing he could think of when Potter's lips suddenly descended on his and he felt tenderness and desire spark throughout his body like a flame that wouldn't cease.  God, his body was raging and it was all he could do not to take control of the kiss.  He had to remember his place.  He was the pet.  He was the one that had to be submissive. 

Oh, of course, there were questions that were running rampantly through his mind.  Like why the hell was Harry kissing him when he definitely should not be kissing him.  There were questions like what would Voldemort do?  How would Voldemort react?  And did Harry desire him like he desired Harry?  Oh that last question, he would have liked answered above all.  Too bad it wouldn't be… but this kiss was enough, wasn't it? 

The keen disappointment Severus felt when Harry's lips were lifted from him was crushing, but it was only momentary as Harry's lips were once again upon his.  Gods, the man could kiss.  Who had taught him this?  Voldemort, surely not.  Voldemort didn't know how to be tender, and this kiss was the definition of gentle.  So who had and why was Harry kissing him like this?  Soft and sweet like this? 

"Harry," Severus moaned. 

That caused Harry to jerk away from him so unexpectedly that Severus stumbled almost onto his knees.  He had done it now, Severus thought with alarm as Potter's face turned into the cold mask he knew only too well.  Just when he thought that Harry was going to pull out his wand and cast the Cruciatus curse on him for being such a disobedient slave, Harry's expression softened instead.  Something flickered over it that told him that he was very much not in trouble. 

"You should leave," Potter finally said.  Severus was relieved that he wasn't going to be punished, but he was severely disappointed that he had ruined the moment.  What moment, his repressed sarcasm screamed.  It wasn't like he should care that Harry might desire him as much as he desired Harry.  It shouldn't matter to him at all.  Who bloody cared?  And why did he even want Harry bloody Potter?  It was wrong, so terribly wrong, and yet why had the kiss felt so good? 

God, he was utterly enthralled.  This was only additional proof.  Fuck it. 

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He tried to forget about the kiss.  He tried to forget how good it felt to have Harry's lips on his, kissing him with more tenderness than any of his previous lovers had shown.  He didn't get why Harry was being gentle with him, but that didn't mean that he didn't crave the soft touch.  He did want it.  He wanted it so badly that it scared him how much he wanted it.  And what made it all the harder was knowing that he would never get it.

Lucius was right.  Voldemort would torture him for days and then kill Harry if he found that Harry was betraying him.  Severus didn't even want to think about what one simple kiss would bring as punishment.  It certainly wouldn't please Voldemort to know that his lover had been kissing his pet.  Nor did it surprise Severus to find out that Voldemort was fiercely possessive over Harry.  It was the Dark Lord's nature, after all. 

Severus ran his hand violently through his dark locks.  God, he couldn't concentrate at all.  The words he had been trying to read all started to blend together the harder he tried to concentrate on them.  Grrr… this wasn't working.  He just ought to try to do something.  He would make a potion, if he didn't feel like he'd be wasting his precious materials making something that was entirely useless. 

Even though Harry did give him free rein in the laboratory, there were still ingredient restraints.  He couldn't make whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.  Everything was carefully rationed to the point that he had to be careful and plan ahead what he wanted to make in case he didn't have enough of the particular ingredient at the end.  It certainly had made him less wasteful, even if it was irritating to have to save up for some of the most common ingredients. 

He was going mad.  There was no other explanation for why he wanted Harry's company.  There was certainly no good reason for him to crave Harry's touch.  [NC-17 cut out.]

Severus glanced up at the clock on the wall and like it had said for the past several days, almost continuously, Harry is away.  Harry was no doubt away, chained probably to Voldemort's bed and getting his ass royally fucked.  Severus wished he was in a similar circumstance, though he wasn't a true submissive, he wouldn't mind being chained to a bed and getting thoroughly shagged by Harry.  He would much prefer it the other way, but he would take what he could get.

Like he could get anything, his inner voice scorned.  Sometimes having a mental consciousness that was bluntly honest was a rather depressing thing, Severus reflected.  But it did keep him grounded, and it made him an excellent judge of circumstantial information since he was never swayed in the wrong way, never too optimistic about anything--- rather pessimistic about everything. 

He was never going to get any release in the form of Harry, so why not pleasure himself?  Because, his inner voice griped, it would be less than satisfying. 

[NC-17 cut out.]

 "Naughty pet," Potter remarked.  [NC-17 cut out.] "Who said you could come while I was away?" 

Severus gulped.  Was he in trouble? 

"I ought to punish you," Potter murmured.  "But I think not letting you seek relief is far crueler than anything else, would it not be?  To keep you at the brink of fulfillment and yet deny you time after time again." 

Severus shuddered.  Yes, that would be very bad. 

"Would you say that's a fair punishment?" 

He knew better than to answer. 

"You know your body is mine to do what I will with it.  It isn't yours anymore."  Severus knew that, but he had also known that Harry wouldn't be back for a few days and well… he had attempted to try to get away with using his body as his own.  He was going to pay for it now, but he didn't really care that much.  He had Harry's attention, and that's what he did care about.  "Bad, bad pet." 

 [NC-17 cut out.]   "That's better.   Much better."  

Author's Note: There's quite a bit cut out for NC-17 reasons, about 500 words total.  You can wait for me to post it on Glasses Reflect or the HarryxSnapeML or you can leave a review with your email (i.e. in the actual review b/c I'm on dial up and loading profiles takes me forever) and I'll email it to you ^_^.

Cat Samwise: 2.5 means I have that much written.  I have chapter 9 fully written and chapter 10 partially written.
Shuki: Oh yes, darkness is good, isn't it?  Also, I thought I might point out to you, I had a problem with MSN which is why I haven't been on in a while.
@_@: Heh.
Flora: Wonder away.
lillinfields: Poor girl, well this is a good treat for finals eh?
coldfiredragon: I try to be different.
Kateri1: Wicked is good.
anna may: we'll see about who kills who if at all.
DaughterofDeath: will do.
ntamara: g?  giggle?  Grin?  I'm curious, what is the g? 
Elssha: Oh well, I don't think Harry's quite sane anymore and he hasn't been in a long time.  His state of mind will no doubt confound everyone including Severus and as this is more Severus's story than anyone else's… we will never know, will we?

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