When Severus reached Dumbledore's office, he was glad to find that there were no unexpected surprises waiting for him there. It was just him, Tomaren, Dumbledore.. and a plethora of ex Headmaster portraits. Though when he looked up, he curiously noticed that none of the actual Headmasters were in their frames. Interesting.
Tomaren was seated before the Headmaster's desk, and Albus was seated behind it, watching Severus patiently.
Severus had had enough of all this teenage nonsense. Even the way he and Tomaren acted felt very adolescent, suddenly, the back and forth baiting and biting (literally) that they'd been doing. And to think that Tomaren had actually used a student to get at him. That was underhanded. Not only that, but childish and petty.
It was something he would do.
Tomaren, he noticed, was affecting his usual meek facade, his unbound hair falling like scarecrow straw across his eyes, which were downcast. Severus doubted, however, that Dumbledore bought this mask he wore. Was he pretending to be penitent, or not even paying attention?
Severus had the sudden and intense urge to hurt him. To push the Vampire down, straddle him, claim his wrists, and humiliate him. Utterly, utterly shame him. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he rather liked the mental image he got of forcing the Vampire to suck his cock. Disgust filled him, but it was gone much sooner than he felt it should have been, and then a little voice in the back of his head said, "Why? Why not? Doesn't he deserve it?"
"Severus."
That was Albus. Severus tore his eyes away from the Vampire, who hadn't once looked at him, to Albus, who looked very stern. He hardened his jaw, dragging his thoughts back to the present. "Yes, Albus?"
"Won't you have a seat?" Albus smiled, and for a moment it seemed as if some of his good humor had returned, but Severus wasn't trusting that little smile for an instant.
He sat in the other seat open, conspicuously edging his chair away form Tomaren under the pretext of shifting his weight. The Vampire didn't seem to notice. Tomaren shook his hair out over his shoulders, letting his head fall back against the chair, suddenly looking more lively, as he had in his office.
"Looking a little pekid there, Malachai, are you alright?" Dumbledore asked politely, as if they'd just been having a little chat.
"Quite alright, Albus," Tomaren intoned quietly, a little smirk curling his lips, which he touched with his fingertips as he braced an elbow on the armrest.
"Oh, here. I saw this and thought you might like it." Albus sat forward, holding what looked to be a lollipop across his desk towards Tomaren. Severus stared at the blood-red wrapper, recognizing it as the blood lollipops Honeyduke's sold. The very thing he'd thought of earlier when Tomaren was sizing him up.
"What's this?" Tomaren asked, reaching forward to pluck the lollipop from Dumbledore's hand. He sat back again, examining it, twirling the stem between his thumb and forefinger.
"A blood flavored lollipop." Just for a moment, Albus' eyes twinkled.
Tomaren arched a brow. "What'll they think of next?" he asked the air, then deposited it into the pocket of his scruffy robes.
"Severus? Sweet?" Albus offered a bowl to him.
Severus waved his hand. "No thank you, Albus. I was hoping to find out why you'd called me down here?"
Albus nodded, his little good humor suddenly gone. "I thought it would be best. You are Draco's head of house."
Severus nodded, willing Albus to continue. This whole confrontation was progressing too slowly for his liking.
"Before you arrived, I was waiting to hear some sort of explanation from Malachai." Albus turned his piercing gaze Tomaren's direction.
Severus just nodded. That would explain why his summons came so quickly.
"Do you have nothing to say for your behavior to Mr. Malfoy?"
Tomaren was the only one in the room smiling at this point. "I was simply stating a fact. If he would study his texts, he would do better on the exams. I try to teach from the text as often as possible, to give the students an easier time when they study. But he does spend a lot of time .. what's the word? Snogging. Blaise Zabini."
"I do not see-" Severus began, but Albus cut him off. "That may be true, Malachai-"
"What?" Severus cried in disbelief, sitting forward in his chair.
"..but it is not appropriate to say in front of a classroom full of students."
"Neither is calling me a freak and announcing in his snottiest tone that the Laughing Taffy stuck to the underside of his desk could teach my class better." Tomaren grumped.
Severus barely stifled a laugh. Tomaren glanced at him out of the corner of one eye, apparently unappreciative of the joke.
"Ah." Dumbledore sighed. "That, too, is true, but Mr. Malfoy is a student. As a Professor, you are expected to behave with more restraint than a sixteen-year-old."
This only served to make Tomaren smirk again. "You are of course right, Albus. I ..sit thoroughly chastised."
Albus stared at Tomaren over the tops of his half moon spectacles, perhaps trying to import some of the gravity of the situation into the Vampire. "This is not something I take lightly, Malachai. What you did is inexcusable."
"Alright," Tomaren nodded, his smile fading, face adopting a serious expression. "I apologize, Headmaster. What can I do to make it right?"
Severus scoffed quietly. As if anyone would buy that abrupt change in attitude. From the look Albus was giving Tomaren, he certainly didn't.
"I support my professors, Malachai. I stand behind them, because they are a representation of the school. But I cannot support such behavior as this. I would ask that you apologize to Draco, perhaps after his next class with you. Considering the circumstances, I think it would be best if you refrained from any more of your blunt commentary in future. There will be consequences if it happens again." Dumbledore gave Tomaren another one of his stern gazes; the kind that were wont to melt seventh-years into little piles of goo.
Tomaren just nodded. Severus frowned. That was it?
"Now that's out of the way," Dumbledore sat forward in his chair, eyes now on the both of them. "Do either of you have anything else to say?"
"About what?" Tomaren asked curiously.
"Well, it's clear to me, and every other professor at this school, that there is no love lost between the two of you. It's also clear that there is no simple reason for this."
Severus wondered how much Albus really knew. He always knew more than you thought he did. "Of course. He's a petty thief." Okay.. that hadn't quite come out as eloquently as he would've hoped.
"I am not a petty thief!"
"I was referring rather to how you knew Malachai was a Vampire, Severus. You never did tell me how you found out at our last meeting."
Severus turned and looked at Malachai. The Vampire glared back at him.
A glance at Albus told him that the wizard was simply waiting, patiently, for an explanation.
Severus sighed. "I was convinced that he'd broken into my office, but I couldn't get him to admit it, so I used Legillimency to try and discover the truth myself."
"Severus, this is.."
"Yes, I know it was wrong," Severus groused, "And I did it anyway."
Albus frowned. "I told you I would be looking into the situation."
"Oh, honestly, Albus. I can tell when I'm being brushed off. I realize that it was rash of me, but I thought it was the only thing to be done if I wanted to discover what part he played. But all I discovered was that Tomaren wasn't human." Severus folded his arms, scowling.
Albus looked now to the Vampire. "Anything you'd like to add?"
"I didn't do it."
Albus nodded, as if that wasn't what he'd meant. "Anything else?"
"Well, I don't think Severus should be judged too harshly, you know. He made a decision to take action, because he thought no one else would. Can't say I blame him."
Severus stared at Tomaren in disbelief. "What?"
Albus scrutinized the Vampire closely. "Really."
"Sure," Tomaren shrugged. "He's really quite good, you know, cut through my mental defenses as if they weren't even there. I mean, having someone rooting around in your memories isn't all that pleasant or welcome, but I understand why he did it." Now the Vampire was looking at Severus, staring at him intently.
Clearly, this was the part where Severus was expected to not mention any of the rest of it. Perhaps Albus could be convinced that this was the entirety of the situation. Then no one had to add the part about Severus sabotaging his blood supply or Tomaren molesting him in his bed.
That would be nice.
Severus suddenly realized that it was the middle of the day. After this meeting, there would be more classes to 'teach'. Harry Potter would be coming round for Occulmency lessons at eight. Lucius wanted a report on his son. And Tomaren was sitting right there, not two feet away, the one responsible for this feeling of violation within him.
There would be no point telling Albus, though. It would all be over soon. He just had to make it through the week with his sanity intact, and then the Vampire would be gone. Forever.
He wanted to go back to bed. To sleep the rest of the day away. He couldn't face his afternoon classes. He couldn't face the rest of the week. And certainly not Harry Potter.
Belatedly, Severus realized that the conversation had gone on without him. Albus and Tomaren were nodding a lot, so apparently they had come to a resolution.
"Albus?"
"Yes, Severus?" Dumbledore halted his conversation with Tomaren, looking to him. He did a double take. "Are you well?"
The weariness was apparently showing through again. Oh well. "I'm canceling my classes for the rest of the afternoon. As well as Potter's Occulmency lesson tonight."
Needless to say, Albus was a bit surprised by that. "Canceling classes? What's wrong?"
"I haven't been feeling well this whole day.. I thought I was feeling better, but I'm doing worse suddenly." Severus stood uncertainly, then turned for the door and made his way out.
Behind him, Albus was saying something, but he was sure it wasn't important.
Severus' trip back to his quarters were spent in a zombie-like state. He'd almost managed to forget about everything, thought he'd be able to get through the day like a professional. He'd begun doing alright, until he'd started thinking about what had happened again. That had triggered all the bad feelings to come back. Now he only wanted to sleep.
He put himself to bed without first getting undressed, and slept fitfully until the next morning.
"Wake up, sunshine."
Severus sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide, breath stuck in his throat. The dim, hazy room slowly bled into focus.
Laughter, off to his left. A weight on the bed that shouldn't have been there. "That was a great reaction."
Severus snarled wordlessly to keep from panicking. Wand. Where was his wand? Time for something to die. He thrust his hands out blindly, groping for the bedside table in the semi-darkness.
The morning sun couldn't touch him down here. Where was a giant sunlamp when you needed one? Severus struggled to reorder his jumbled thoughts. And he couldn't find his wand. "Where's my wand?"
More laughter. Evil, mocking laughter. "It's safe. You don't really think I'd let you have a weapon to use against me, do you? Especially when you've just woken up. Don't want any spells ricocheting crazily around the room."
"Shut it. You talk too much." Severus swung blindly, and was rewarded when his fist connected with flesh.
"Ow. Stop that."
"What are you doing here? Hand me my wand; I'm going to murder you."
"I'm already dead."
"Fuck."
Tomaren laughed, then shifted so he was sitting next to him, their sides pressed together, and turned towards Severus.
"Get away from me. I don't know why you can't just leave me alone - you've had your revenge for the sabotage on your blood supply, and yet you continue to torment me."
"But I'm hungry, and you took all my food."
"So go get some more."
"That was the plan, sunshine." Tomaren lunged.
The ensuing scuffle did not last long. When up against someone stronger than he, Severus had learned that the trick was to catch them off balance; use their own strength and momentum against them. As a boy who'd always been skinnier and frailer than his schoolmates, he'd learned this early on. So Tomaren lunged, but Severus fell onto his back, got his feet up, and heaved.
The Vampire was fast, but he couldn't predict Severus' movements. He fell forward, and Severus rolled on top of the boyish looking man as he struggled to right himself, a hand landing on something harder than flesh amongst the clothing. It was long and slim, and the wizard tugged desperately at it as Tomaren tried to buck him off.
With a noise of triumph, Severus jabbed the unfamiliar wand into Tomaren's throat.
"Ow! That's my wand, you ass."
Breath speeding down, Severus got to his knees. He straddled Tomaren, smirking darkly. The Vampire had stilled, clearly not wanting to risk a spell cast at point-blank range.
"Not anymore. What did you do with mine?" Severus demanded, pushing the tip of the wand into Tomaren's throat and feeling disappointed when the Vampire didn't seem to notice.
"I threw it away."
Grinding his jaw, Severus tightened his grip. He noticed that the wand was shorter than his, the grip on the handle more elaborate. And the wood was red, probably rosewood.
"Where is my wand?" he repeated, this time through gritted teeth. Severus was really not in the mood for Tomaren's amused demeanor, which seemed to suggest that Snape had done something cute.
"In. The. Trash." Tomaren replied, clipping off the words with his incisors while grinning.
The Vampire shifted beneath Severus to better brace himself upright, but the Potions Master jammed the wand into his trachea. "No. Lay down. I am not giving you any leverage. Hands above your head."
Tomaren slowly complied, expression blank, as if he were in no big hurry. He simply watched Severus intently, like a predator sizing up its prey.
A quickly muttered spell later, ropes were appearing from the headboard, wrapping around Tomaren's wrists tightly.
The Vampire tugged on his wrists; Severus could see the gears turning behind his eyes as he tested his bindings.
As soon as Severus was sure they were going to hold, he shifted off Tomaren's legs, sliding off the bed quickly as unbound feet sought soft places to kick. Tomaren looked most disappointed that he'd missed.
Severus dumped out his trash can and shifted through the crumpled parchment and broken quills. Nothing. "It's not in here," he growled, kicking a pile of balled parchment for emphasis.
"Of course it isn't."
Severus felt his blood pressure rising as he turned his incensed stare on his captive. "You said it was in the trash."
"Yeah. Not your trash, though."
"Not my trash." He'd thrown the wand away. Taken it out of Severus' rooms, and thrown it in one of the seven billion bins strategically placed in alcoves, classrooms, and private quarters all over the castle.
Tomaren looked decidedly pleased with himself after seeing the scowl that bit of information brought on.
"Why did you do that?" Severus asked, his tone overly calm, words pronounced carefully. If he wasn't exceedingly careful, he would explode.
"Because I like making you angry. You're so cute when you're angry."
"Why do you not understand that I am a dangerous man? Why do you persist in mocking me?" Severus was slowly advancing on the bed, hands pulling at the buttons of his robes with furious movements. He didn't think about why they were doing that, he didn't want to admit to himself what he was about to do. "I have given you so many opportunities to just leave me alone. I strike, you strike back, but then you strike back again and again. You don't let it die."
He slide onto the bed, crawling over Tomaren's legs so they couldn't kick for him again, peeling the layers of clothing away like a second skin. There was a murderous glint in Severus Snape's eyes. "I don't know what to do. How do I make you leave me alone?"
Tomaren had apparently finally registered that maybe Snape was a bit angry. His liquid blue eyes were opened very wide, and that young, open face looked nervous. "Um.. What are you doing?"
"You molested me. You forced me. There is no worse crime than what you did."
"..I could think of something worse.." Tomaren said slowly.
Severus ignored him. "From the very beginning, I wanted nothing to do with you. I had no intention of even acknowledging your existence." Severus was almost done; the layers were peeled off and tossed hastily aside, and now he was naked, casting off his underwear. And if Tomaren said one word about his skinny hips, he was going to Avada him. Then they'd just see how dead he truly was.
"Fair enough, but why are you taking off your clothes?" Tomaren was squirming and looking most uncomfortable. His eyes were darting everywhere but never lingering on any part of Snape.
"You have been nothing but trouble for me. And I asked myself, what was to be done? I could not find an answer. Now, however, it seems only fitting that I repay you in kind."
Very quietly, the Vampire asked, "What do you mean?"
"Surely you can guess what I mean." Severus put all the anger, frustration, and rage that he'd felt over the past weeks into the smile he gave Tomaren.
Then he was ripping at Tomaren's clothes, pulling and yanking at the fabric of the Vampire's pants, his fly, deft fingers thumbing the buttons through their holes. The entire fly was done in buttons, and he could vaguely make out that they were metal. Something stiff pressed against his hands as he pushed the placket of the fly aside. Curiosity got the better of Severus, and he pulled out the small piece of rolled parchment from Tomaren's pocket. Fresh from the owlry, no doubt.
Tomaren squirmed, tugged on his arms, thrashed his head around a bit, but it was all to no avail. Suddenly, he went very still, and Severus pushed hair out of his eyes to see the Vampire staring down at his prize. "What's this? Anything good?" Severus asked mockingly, holding it up for Tomaren to see.
"Stop it. I don't care if you read my letter; knock yourself out. Just let me go." This was said with very little force of will.
"Do I detect a tremor of fear from the 'natural predator'?" Severus asked cruelly, beginning to enjoy himself. He unfolded the parchment and read.
My Dearest Malachai,
So glad to hear that you will be joining me in New York! I hope this note finds you, but if it is intercepted by any of our friends, I encourage them to come find us, so that they may learn why it is the Vampires of de la Roche have lived so very long.
I will mention that NYC's Force is a tiresome Spaniard who hates Americans almost as much as the city he governs (So speak Greek when you get there and pretend you do not understand English), and he seemed most appalled that 'more' of the de la Roche family were claiming territory around his lands. One would think that with ruling such a high population of us, he would not notice. And do not worry, the family is behind you in your troublesome times. Every member reaches out to help the others.
Well, I've prattled on enough, this is turning into a book. Valor has his work cut out for him now, poor bird. Adam sends his regards, and looks forward to your joining us.
Paselo,
Chakeawa
"Family?" Severus repeated aloud, "There's some interesting terminology to use with monsters. Merlin, I wonder what a family reunion is like with you lot. 'De la Roche family reunion. Bring a corpse to share.'" Severus chuckled a moment at his incredible wit. "Who's this Chakeawa, anyway? The equivalent of a little old Vampire granny?"
"That is none of your business." Some anger was meshing with the young-looking Vampire's fear, apparently.
Severus smirked, watching the angry expression grow. "Found your balls, have you? What's all this about going to New York? Planning on leaving us?" Inwardly, he was a bit more concerned than he let on; if the note were to be believed, there would be a whole horde of Vampires wondering where their little prince had gotten to when Voldemort snatched him up.. Or, even worse, a whole horde at Voldemort's disposal when Tomaren accepted his proposal.
"That is also none of your business." Tomaren was trying to pull away again, and Severus watched with open amusement as the Vampire wriggled beneath him.
"Don't make me use the Imperious on you," Severus warned, "That would take all the fun out of this."
Then he was tossing the note aside. Tomaren watched it until it disappeared on the other side of the bed, looking panicked. His attention was drawn back to Severus, however, when the wizard pulled his trousers down. Tomaren was wearing white underwear. Normal, white underwear. How boring. That didn't really matter, however, because it too got pulled down.
"Stop it! Can't you just.. I don't know.. Hit me, or something, and then let me go? Please don't do this.."
"Oh, there's irony. Where was your sense of mercy when I wanted you to stop?"
"Okay.. Look.. I'm really sorry, alright? Really sorry. So incredibly sorry, in fact, I don't think I've been more sorry about anything, really.."
Severus ignored this. He worked on getting the trousers and underwear off Tomaren's legs, noticing that some part of him must've already been resigned to it, because his legs didn't try to kick again.
He looked at the slender legs, the not-quite-muscled thighs, and the smooth, hairless cock. That was a bit unexpected. Tomaren didn't seem that young. Come to think of it, his legs were smooth and hairless too. Odd, but unimportant right now.
"Stop it.. Please.." Tomaren was still whispering, but Severus wasn't even sure if he was still expected to hear, it was uttered so quietly.
Severus pushed the boy's legs apart, and sunk down between them. He pulled the calves around his waist. It felt good. Eyes roamed over Tomaren's shirt, which he was still dressed in, then the slender curve of his neck and the face that was too pretty for a boy. "Why did they make you a Vampire, hmm? So they could forever have a young whore to service them?"
"Stop it," Tomaren groaned, pulling at his bonds urgently. "That's not funny."
"Ooh, struck a nerve, have I? I can see what they see in you, though, you know." He used a charm to light a bedside lamp. "You look the part of the perfect victim in this light."
Merlin, the control was incredible. The trembling legs, clenched around him in fury, the soft skin yielding to his hands as he pinched and prodded and kneaded roughly. Severus decided he ought to discover if Vampires could bruise. He set the wand down next to him and dug his talons into Tomaren's hips.
The Vampire made a surprised noise of pain. Severus chuckled, and pulled his fingers from the skin. He'd left little half-moon valleys. Good.
This was never a position he'd found himself in before. All his life, he'd been a bottom, mostly because all his life, Lucius had been a top. Lucius had been the only one. He'd never had a boy underneath him, naked and terrified and quivering.
Always before, he'd been made to repress everything. Repress the feelings, repress the pain. Everyone took from him, even Dumbledore. All his life, he'd had to put aside his self, to do a job or be something someone else wanted. Never had Severus Snape been the one in control. He'd never been the one leading, or forcing someone else to put aside their needs for his. He never got recognition for all his hard work, never got a reward.
But now.. now there was a Vampire, bound and helpless, underneath him. And he really wanted to fuck it. To exert control, to simply take as he liked, and to hell with anything else. Merlin, it was intoxicating. And he was so hard, his skin was so hot against the coolness of Tomaren's own.. He struggled to hold on to his control. He wanted to relish this.
Severus pushed Tomaren's shirt up. Nails scratched down the boyish man's chest, leaving red trails in their wake, though they quickly faded. He pinched the rosy nipples into hard pebbles, smirking as Tomaren made whimpering noises. The Vampire's chin wobbled, and it was clear he was trying not to make much noise, but his expression was quite distressed.
Encouraged, Severus leaned over and bit down on one of the hard little pebbles. Tomaren made a wounded noise and tried to pull away, but Severus kept his teeth clamped firmly, so all the creature underneath him succeeded in doing was hurting himself more. He gasped and made small pained noises, which were too delectable to Severus' ears.
The potions master lifted his head and pressed two fingers to Tomaren's lips. "Suck," he commanded quietly, feeling his arousal throb at just the thought of what he was about to do. When the Vampire groaned "No," and turned his head away, Severus bit down on the other nipple.
"Ow! Stop it! I'll do anything - just let me go!"
"No," Severus murmured, feeling decidedly pleased with Tomaren's begging, and shoved his fingers past the Vampire's pale lips. "I'm being awfully nice, preparing you like this. You should be thankful for small mercies. I could just take you dry."
With a shudder that passed through his whole nubile form, the boyish Vampire began sucking softly on Severus' fingers. He rubbed the top of Tomaren's tongue with them, closing his eyes a moment at the feeling of warm, wet suction. If only that were the boy's mouth on his cock..
It was better to think of him as a boy. No need to keep reminding himself that this man was older than himself. It was better for the fantasy.
Severus sucked in a noisy breath, pushing his aching erection against the inside of Tomaren's thigh. Hmm, a last name was so impersonal, wasn't it? It was more intimidating to use the boy's first name, an intimate touch to this game they played. Severus pulled his fingers out, now liberally coated with the boy's saliva, and asked, "What's your name again? Malachai?"
Tomaren nodded, eyes squeezing shut.
"Malachai - look at me. That's an order."
The boy opened his eyes, focusing them on Severus' own. The wizard smiled, and without preamble, forced his two slick fingers past the cheeks of the boy's arse and inside his tight hole.
Gasping, Malachai fought to arch away, but Severus pushed forward, finger fucking him with no care for gentleness, splitting him wide open so he'd be loose enough for the wizard's cock. And Merlin, was he tight. "Think they had a good idea when they decided to make you a Vampire," Severus muttered, stretching the ring of muscle squeezing his fingers and lining the head of his cock up with it. "Merlin.. So tight.."
"Oh god, no, it hurts.." Malachai moaned, squirming. Severus shifted his position and pried the boy's cheeks apart, then rammed into him.
Malachai let out a loud noise of pain, eyes squeezed shut, tears collecting at their corners. It made Severus smile. He built his rhythm quickly, already so close to coming from the sheer psychological pleasure of the situation. But he had to draw it out as long as possible - he couldn't let Malachai off that easy. Not after all the aggravation he'd put Severus through.
He shifted himself again, so he was bent over Malachai, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of the boy's upper chest. He was on his knees, Malachai's hips in the air, the boy expelling strings of injured noises and half-muttered protests, prick smushed between their bellies so that Severus almost didn't notice that Malachai was hard.
But he was. "Little slut," Severus taunted between gulping air, "I can feel how bad you want it."
"No - no!" Malachai protested, louder, as if that would make it true. His erection, however, was leaking precum all over Severus' stomach.
Severus ground against the boy, shoving his cock frantically into that tight heat over and over, balls slapping against his arse. Sweat was beading on his brow, and it grew increasingly warmer, though Malachai's skin was still cool to the touch. He bent his head to expel hot breaths in Malachai's ear and tear at the cool skin with frantic bites. He took in the boy's clean scent and the slightly flowery odor of his shampoo.
Bliss was building in Severus' stomach, pulling his balls up tightly, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now. "You're nothing but a stupid little whore," he whispered sweetly into Malachai's ear, "And don't bother denying it anymore - I know you're hard. You'd bend over for anything with a cock, wouldn't you? Bet you just loved letting that animagus pound your tight little ass, didn't you? Why'd you two break up, anyway? Did he, perhaps, decide that he had some standards after all? Or did he just run out of money to keep hiring your services?"
Severus sped up his rhythm, moving one arm to push Malachai's leg out of the way so he could fuck him harder. Malachai howled in pain, gasping or sobbing - Severus wasn't sure which. He leaned back as he felt himself reach the edge, looking down at the boy's face, contorted in pain, and then the little body shivering underneath his, eyes finally roaming down to the swollen cock previously trapped between them.
"Well? Answer me, you stupid fucking slut. Which was it?" Severus growled. Malachai was so tight and warm around him, the pressure was so intense…
"Oh gods.. Oh yes..! Fuck me.. Harder," Malachai suddenly erupted, tightening his free leg around Severus' hip. The boy's loud encouragements were followed by a wild pistoning of hips, and then Severus felt the boy's come erupt between them.
The sudden intensity, the tightening of muscles around his cock as the boy climaxed was a springboard for his own, rocketing him into orgasm. He sped up, fucking frantically as the waves rocked him, shooting jets of hot sperm into Malachai's tight channel. Sweat slicked his final movements, made his limbs slippery as he finally began to slow. As it left him, he realized he'd closed his eyes, and opened them to see Malachai's face twisted in agony - his belly covered in sticky white fluid.
The Vampire had come. Severus stared in surprise. He hadn't even touched the boy's cock - and he'd come. Merlin, that had been the best orgasm he'd had in a very long time. It even beat Lucius' attentions over the past week - but honestly, it wasn't that shocking, considering the situation.
He'd exerted his dominance over the Vampire, and not only that, his control. Being the one to do the fucking for once had felt so incredible - indescribably amazing. And Malachai had liked it.
Severus wiped a hand through the sticky pool on Malachai's stomach and smeared it against the Vampire's lips. "Clean yourself up, you dirty little whore."
A suddenly eager mouth took in his fingers, tongue dancing over the digits, scouring them of the Vampire's come. Severus pulled his softening cock out of the boy, who made an upset noise around the fingers, then sat next to Malachai on the bed. The Vampire released his fingers, then licked his lips clean, sighing in contentment.
Contentment? Severus stared, confused, down at the man he'd just raped. "Liked that, did you? What kind of a slut comes when he's raped?"
"Oh god.." Malachai shifted lazily, eyelids drooping to half-mast. "That was sooo good," he all but purred.
Severus blinked rapidly. Hang on. Something was not right here. "Come again?"
"Not yet, Severus.. Too soon.."
"..Wanker," only seemed appropriate. What was going on?
Malachai opened one eye all the way, then drew his knees up to his chest. "Pardon me?"
Severus glared down at the boy who, until two minutes ago, had been crying. In fact, he still had saline tracks on his cheeks. "What do you mean, it was good?"
Tugging lazily on his bonds, Malachai answered, "It was good. As in, bloody fantastic, as you brits like to say."
"You mean.. you were just pretending not to like it?" This was bloody unexpected. "I didn't really just rape you?"
"Can't rape the willing, sunshine. I thought maybe the 'oh gods yes, fuck me harder' would've clued you in."
"I hate you."
"Oh come on! You just tied me up, threatened me with death, and then proceeded to sexually assault me. Please. You loved fucking me; I know you did. And so did I."
Severus couldn't believe he was hearing this. But, at the same time.. Well.. It was convenient. Because.. Hell, he could do it again, if he wanted. Maybe. "That is irrelevant right now."
Malachai laughed, smiling at him with that intensity that only post-coital bliss can bring.
Severus eyed him in irritation. He frowned, determined not to be affected by the Vampire's stupid smile. "I am going to release you now, and you're going to hand over my wand from wherever you've hidden it. Then you're going to get out of my room."
Malachai looked disappointed, but for once didn't offer protest. Severus cast the spell and the ropes disappeared. The Vampire sat up and stretched, rubbing his wrists as he stared at Severus. "I just want to say one thing."
Severus sighed, "What?"
"I didn't break into your office."
"You are going to deny that to my dying day, aren't you?"
"It's true! Why don't you believe me?"
"There was blood on my door knob, obviously used in the spell to break my locking charm. You're a Vampire, thus, you can use blood magic - which is what the spell obviously was. A bezoar was the only thing taken - very potent magically on any level, but one of the strongest natural magics one can use against Vampires, thus giving you a perfect motive for not wanting one just laying around where it could be used against you. And finally, you weren't at breakfast that morning, when the break-in took place." Severus stated matter-of-factly, watching Malachai ease himself off the bed and begin the hunt for his clothing.
Malachai scooped up his pants from where they'd been tossed on the floor, examining the metal buttons on the garment's fly as he responded. "There's no proof that the blood on your knob was actually used in a spell. Anyone could've just smeared it on the knob to make you think that blood magic had been used. And before you say anything - "
Severus blinked, closing his mouth as he had in fact been about to interject with a protest.
" - yes, bezoars are very effective against Vampires. But how would I have even known that you had one?" Tomaren had the pants held to his waist, staring at Severus with a sobering expression.
Severus took a moment to think about that. Then he scowled. "I don't know. Maybe you can sense it."
Malachai sighed. "And I wasn't at breakfast because I was in my rooms, responding to a letter I'd just gotten. So yeah, I wasn't at breakfast. But I skip breakfast all the time - and so do you, I've noticed." That earned Severus a raised eyebrow.
Severus folded his arms. The urge to get dressed himself was very strong. Now, afterwards, when there was no pleasure to scramble the senses, he didn't feel very comfortable naked in front of the Vampire, but it was more than just stubbornness that kept him from going for his clothing. He'd been the one in control, and he had to prove that the Vampire didn't affect him at all. This was his room, after all. "Then tell me who did it. I won't believe it wasn't you until I have concrete proof that it was someone else."
Sighing in exasperation now, Malachai buttoned his fly and went hunting for his shirt. "How do I know who did it? I don't know hardly anyone in this place - well, not well enough to tell if they're thieves or not. But I did offer to help you find out who."
Severus just shrugged. The conversation could be over now as far as he was concerned. "Where's my wand?"
"Honestly, it sounds to me as if I'm being framed. Whoever broke in obviously wanted you to think it was me. But who besides Dumbledore knew I was a Vampire? They would've had to know that I was, and not only that, but they had to figure that you would find out that I was a Vampire, or there was no point to making it look like a Vampire had broken in. So someone knows what I am."
Malachai's thoughts were more than a little disordered, making Severus blink rapidly. He hadn't thought of any of this. But of course, that was all ludicrous. "Well then that's impossible, isn't it? No one knows what you are - and who would've not only known that, but planned on me finding out that you're a Vampire? It doesn't even make sense. You said yourself that no one else could've known, therefore it had to be you. You've just confirmed your own guilt."
Malachai didn't answer. He seemed to be staring intently down at the floor, his eyes with a far away look in them. After a few moments, he muttered, "..but who would've known..?" under his breath. When he looked up at Severus, he was clearly worried. "Someone else knows." He grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it over his head with hasty, jerky movements. As soon as the dark crown of his head popped through the neck, he was rushing for the door.
Alarmed, Severus stood. "What about my bloody wand?" he called after, holding Malachai's wand out in his hand.
Malachai turned, startled, then swiftly made his way back to Severus and plucked his wand out of the potions master's hand. "It's in your desk," he said quickly, then darted across the room, leaving an enraged but curious Severus in his wake.
"In my bloody desk.. Wanker.." Severus muttered, then went to confirm this. And there it was, in his top drawer, sitting innocently on top of a stack of papers. Snarling, he slammed his desk drawer shut and headed for the bathroom.