TITLE: Occlumency
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JK Rowling is god, I'm just playing with them.

There's no breaking through to him, not anymore. Memories flicker and subside, memories of those intense, terrifying few weeks when the boy would regularly end up on the floor of his chambers, on his back or his knees, his every weakness exposed.

He still ends up on the floor, for very different reasons.

There's no weakness to be seen, though, not now.

He gasps. He sobs. He screams. He will beg, sometimes. Perhaps as a treat. His talented, talented mouth will do whatever is needed, as they draw together, night after night, compelled without understanding why.

But when Snape looks into his eyes, there's no passion there, and no weakness. Only a blank, empty space that doesn't even look like a shield.