AN: HBP plot bunnies run amuck in my brain but I can't take the time to write the fic, yet. All my drabbles will probably become full lengths once A Hundred Years From Yesterday is done.
Disclaimer: JKR owns them. I just take them out, torture them a bit, and get them laid.
"Severus, My Severus."
Skeletal fingers slid through his hair – a caress that long ago had been a joy, a reward for devotion to Him.
"You know that this news pleases Me."
Snape could feel His hand brush over him, an aura of elemental magic and power that went beyond the physical. It was hot, shameful longing that washed up his spine and seized a hold on his heart. On the brink of being overwhelmed, he choked on the taste of dark chocolate that rose in the back of his throat.
The hand withdrew and left him shuddering; His laugh ripple through him, more intimately felt than heard.
"It has been too long since you sought the pleasure of My service."
Regret sullied Snape's enjoyment of this reminder of what had been offered him all those years ago. Offered and forsaken. A moment of weakness had consigned his Master to death.
Tonight he had done no different. It didn't matter that Albus had forgiven him for it. The result was the same.
Snape prostrated himself before Him and questioned if he could do it again. Could he refuse His whispered promises one final time – the pleasure, the power, this intimacy He offered, the –
"But it was not your devotion I sought, My servant."
The pain.
Cruciatus cast with sweet, tender rapture, turning his blood to lava and splintering his mind in bright, sharp agony.
"Yes, Severus. Scream for Me and be forgiven."
Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled to kneel at His feet. Snape thought of Draco. The Vow. The Order. Albus. Everything that had sustained him this last decade.
"My Lord," Snape choked
His hand came to rest on Snape's head once more.
"My Severus."
It had to end.
But was he strong enough to resist Him?
Did he want to?