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Chapt. 8
Dreams
I dream of you when I am sleeping,
That is why I always wake up screaming.
The Past. Really, it was only the Seventies to Severus. Before everything screwed up and he found himself being a prisoner to a 17 yr old boy who had nymphomaniac tendencies. Black Onyx likes to think of the boy as a toy. Whilst Snape likes to revel in the fact he's fucking all of his old enemies Golden Boy.
True, it is more like being a whore to the Golden Boy. Since the boy has decided not to be topped by a Death Eater anymore. Which makes no sense to Snape but whose he to complain if it keeps him out of Azkaban and alive? It isn't spectacular and not very good since every time the boy shows himself to his room he tends to leave as soon as he's done with no consideration to Snape. Not that the sallow skinned man minds it. The sex is too awkward and the boy doesn't use enough lubrication. Though gathering that the boy tends to claw at his hips till they bruise, Potter seems to enjoy well enough.
Sometimes when Snape is alone in the House of Black he goes into the bathroom and looks critically at himself. The sallow sick skin, the yellowed crooked teeth. The thin lips, the dark bags underneath the eyes. His eyebrows are fine and his forehead not too high and without a widow's peak. There is a shadow of a beard coming in but he doesn't even bother with taking it away.
Looking at the teeth he suddenly wants an entire crater of cigarettes. Also he wouldn't object to some strong coffee instead of the tea shit that is in this house.
No decent person with the intellect of a twelve year old would drink that tea.
Or any tea.
Severus Snape hates tea.
The Old Fool seemed to swim in it sometimes.
Along with the drugged lemon drops. Which the Ex- Potions Master brewed himself.
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Black Onyx finds that if you look long enough you can pinpoint where Einstein received his theory of relativity when it came to how the sky is blue. Where the molecules connect and the formulae's are created.
Chemical reaction like the anger that boils away at Snape when Potter asks.
"Where did you get all of the scars?"
"None of your business." The sneer in his voice is very prominent.
The boy shouldn't even think that he could have the audacity to talk to him. Not even when Snape is underneath him on his knees like the whore he's always been.
"You live in my house!"
"As compensation, isn't fucking me good enough?" Snape knows that this is a sore spot for the younger male. But it's a sore spot he likes to stab…
"Fine, be that way!" Then being the seventeen-year-old boy that this imbecile is he goes and continues to thrust into Snape.
The fact the boy was able to stop to ask questions still amazes Snape. He knows for a fact that he couldn't have done that.
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There is an Order of the Phoenix meeting tonight.
It reminds him of when he was a child and there were meetings between his mother and father. When he was shunned to the side. When his parents decided what to do about him without his knowing or consenting to it. Like when he was 11 and his mother didn't want him to go to Hogwarts and his father insisted.
For many years of his adolescence Severus found himself hating his father for that decision.
He hates his father for many reasons. Nearly all of them for the lack of control Severus was given. For the way that he had to spend his life in bitterness, loneliness and desperation. Even at the age of 38 Severus Snape is a bitter man who hates and blames his father… because it's all a cycle isn't it? A cycle that has a place to start…
That's why he killed the bastard.
Not that he wants to think about how he conceived such and idea at the age of 17. But there wasn't any other sort of plan he had. No other course of action that he could have taken. Or wanted to take.
So he killed the son of a bitch. But not with his wand.
No. He wouldn't play into his father's hands like that.
He got him drunk and slit his throat.
No potions. No wand. No gun.
Something painful. That would make him scream and try to hurt his only son. Something that would make the blood flow and Snape could rid himself of the thought that his blood coursed through man's veins. Because seeing flow out in such darkness would assure that Severus Snapes' blood was no longer apart of this pathetic man's existence…
There are other reasons for such revenge. But some of them are too painful to recall.
And Black Onyx has a headache that demands attention.
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Draco Malfoy. His godson and the boy he was sworn to protect. His student and the only one he was able to save.
Or so he was given the impression of.
The poor boy's a spy now. With a gnarled face from hexes thrown at him by both sides.
How could Severus Snape allow this to happen?
Well there is an answer but Black Onyx scoffs at it. After all weakness should not be apart of his life.
The boy's an idiot. Just like everyone else…
Or so he starts screaming at the blonde.
Who screams just as loudly back?
"AND WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME AN IDIOT! YOU DID IT TOO!"
"I WILL CALL YOU WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT I WANT! YOU ARE A YOUNG MAN WHO SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO…"
Slap!
The sound resonates through the entire room. It is an awkward shock to have his face slapped by a boy who has been like a son to him since his birth.
But Severus Snape and Black Onyx have their pride. Striding out of the room making sure that the effect is exaggerated by the shitty robes Potter gave him.
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The second most meddling person that Snape has ever met has been The Werewolf. The git has the nerve to come up to talk to him in his after that outrageous performance that Draco threw on.
"Severus, Draco must do this. We no longer have spy--"
"So you would send a 17 year old to die!"
"-- We aren't sending him off to die. We are trying to--"
"No. You are killing off the boy so that you may save Harry Fucking Potter" Maybe he shouldn't have spat this out the way that he did since the boy must definitely be listening.
"… Can't you ever let go of the past?"
"And pray, which past would that be?"
"…Severus…"
"Would you have me on my knees like when we were 15 sucking you off?"
The werewolf says nothing and when he finally looks at Snape with the embarrassed and ashamed eyes, the door opens to reveal a very furious looking Potter.
"I'll deal with him Remus."
"---Harry---"
"I said I'll deal with him." The boy doesn't even look at The Werewolf as he shows him to the bedroom door. More like pushing him through it. Then the look of murder is placed upon Severus Snape.
"Get your clothes off." The words are pointless considering the boy waves his hand and both of their clothes fall away.
Shoving the man onto the bed and straddling him. The boy touches Snapes unresponsive organ. Springing to life on it's own accord, Severus Snape curses the damned thing. Running his hands on it the boy gets Snape excited before getting up and crawling onto the organ without any preparation.
"…What are you doing!" Severus Snape tries to get the boy off of him but the boy impales himself more. Making the thin lips and yellowed teeth open to let out a surprised gasp. The boy continues his action without a grimace and determined set of mind. The dryness of the situation lessening because of Snapes' precome.
It continues for a while before cries out a strangled word and desolves into tired satiation. The boy leans back his black hair plastered to his porcelain skin, the green emerald eyes burning a hole through Snape as he brings himself off on Snape.
Snape doesn't seem to notice that the door is being hammered on and his hands are digging holes into the boy's hips…
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Kingsley Shacklebot is the man who finally brings what Black has been waiting for.
The Beginning of the End for Severus Snape…
It's a relief really. He was starting to think that his life had become a teenage angst dream. The type that involves sex and a lot of angst…
Dear God, he would never be able to deal with that.
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A/N: I'm doing a war scene in this story. I didn't want it to become a love story but I decided that it would be interesting if SS/HP were fucking. Besides I found it boring in that house.
Review me! I've started a new story Ain't it a Shame. But I'll continue with this one as well. Same with Article (hint hint)