Snape flinched as a prickling sensation began to consume his left forearm. It felt as though a thousand tiny hot needles were piercing his skin, tracing a figure that he knew all too well. The outline of the dark mark intensified until it appeared almost alive.
"I am being summoned." Snape sighed as he rose from his seat, though he seemed more bored than afraid as his familiar stoic expression remained embedded within his skin.
"You best not keep the dark lord waiting." Aberforth chuckled as he thrust his glass back down upon the coffee table, causing Harry to flinch.
"Indeed." Snape drawled, appearing to resist the urge to roll his eyes before darting them towards Harry.
"Don't touch him, he's mine." Snape's words were meant for Aberforth but his eyes never left Harry.
"And how will you know if I have?" A smile veering on cheeky adorned the eldest wizard's lips.
"I will know." Snape sneered before vanishing into a cloud of darkness.
"So, he will know." The elderly wizard's smile appeared to grow despite itself as his eyes rounded upon Harry, who remained kneeling on the other side of the small coffee table. The younger wizard suddenly became aware once more of his lack of clothing. Harry's heart began to pound in his chest as Aberforth's eyes ran hungrily over his exposed chest, travelling steadily down until they stalled at his overgrown groin.
What was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly so uncomfortable? It's not as though he hadn't been naked in front of the older wizard throughout this entire visit.
Why was he suddenly so afraid?
Was it because Snape was no longer here? But the man had humiliated him in so many ways, why was he suddenly craving his presence once more?
Was Aberforth planning to do something to him?
But he didn't want to do those things with him, he wanted to do them with Snape.
Harry's eyes suddenly widened at his own thoughts, glad for the moment that they had remained in his head.
But what was he thinking?
Did he really enjoy doing these things with Snape?
Or was it perhaps familiarity he craved?
Harry felt his heart suddenly deliver a flutter, a sensation that travelled through his abdomen like hot wax until it reached his groin. The young wizard gasped as the flutter transformed into a twinge. His groin was coming to life, but whether he wanted it to or not was now irrelevant.
What he wanted now was to feel Snape's fingers dance across his skin, caressing his exposed flesh as though he were some kind of irresistible, delectable fruit.
Harry grimaced as he felt his cock grow steadily more erect.
To the eyes of most people what Snape did to him was downright cruel, yet on some dark level Harry found it eased the guilt lurking within his heart. His guilt about being the chosen one. The guilt he now felt about shattering the last hope of every good witch and wizard in the world. The Weasley's who had been so kind to him all these years, his friends Ron and Hermione who had never left his side.
He needed this punishment.
Yet at that moment he wanted nothing more than to feel Snape's fingers tighten around his cock. He craved a release that only the older wizard could deliver.
"Mr Harry Potter." Aberforth smirked as he rose from his seat. His eyes danced from one side of the coffee table to the other, as though trying to determine which route to the boy would be quicker.
Harry jumped, for those few seconds he had forgotten the man's presence. He instinctively moved backwards as his eyes searched for an escape route.
Of course, there was none.
What use would he be without his wand?
Even if he managed to escape, where would he go without his clothes?
He gritted his teeth, watching as the elderly wizard traced the coffee table carefully before rounding on Harry.
"You really are quite beautiful." The man smirked as he leaned forward, reaching out before tracing his fingertips along Harry's jawline.
Though I must say, I never expected to find you here, on your knees." A glint pierced his eyes as he gazed down at the boy.
"The great Harry Potter, now nothing more than a sex toy." Droplets of sweat formed on the boy's temple as Aberforth's finger continued to trace Harry's flesh, before stalling at his chin.
"You're Dumbledore's brother?" Harry suddenly gasped, it seemed a desperate attempt, but at what? Changing the subject seemed only futile at this point.
"Indeed. Though I doubt he ever mentioned me." Aberforth stated with a huff before rising once more to his feet.
"You are in good condition. Severus must actually care for you." He added, his eyes running once more over Harry's naked body, a roaring hunger seemed to consume them.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah Mr Potter. I have seen witches and wizard's treated so badly they were begging for death."
Harry's eyes darted to the edge of the coffee table, as though no wanting the older wizard to witness the confusion lurking within them.
"Ah yes, Severus has never taken a slave before. Not in all the years I have known him." Aberforth stated as he began to slowly pace across the room. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stopped in front of the roaring fireplace.
"Well, I best be off." He stated suddenly, prompting the younger wizard to turn and face him in surprise.
"Wait," Harry began, suddenly realising there was so much he wanted to ask the older wizard.
"No Harry. I must go. Severus told me not to touch you and I fear that if I stay here any longer, I may not be able to keep my word."
Harry opened his lips to speak again but within a second the man had vanished.
*~.~*
Harry curled up in front of the fireplace, his eyes resting on the very spot that Snape had vanished as though he expected him to return to the exact same position.
It seemed as though an eternity had passed, Harry felt himself slip in and out of consciousness before finally being awoken by a loud crack. His eyes bolted open as he instinctively searched for the origin of the noise.
Snape stood before him, only something was different, something was wrong.
"W-what happened? Are you okay?" Harry stuttered as his eyes ran over the man's torn robes and a distinctive cut across his cheek. Trails of blood were still dribbling from the wound, yet they didn't seem to phase the man.
"Fine." Snape drawled, his eyes never once leaving Harry's as a silence fell between them.
"Come with me." Snape finally broke the quiet as he stepped toward the boy.
Harry eyed Snape with confusion as he felt the man's fingers tighten around his wrist. Within a second the room around them disappeared and felt himself being dragged through space and time.
In a second it was over. Harry took a deep breath of cold air before opening his eyes. The were instantly greeted by a vast array of lights littering the dark night sky like stars. It soon became apparent to Harry that the lights beneath him was in fact the buildings of London.
"Where are we?" He whispered, peering up at Snape, as though not satisfied with his own deduction.
"The top of Big Ben." Snape whispered, his drawl never once fading from his voice as he retrieved a dog collar from the pocket of his robes. He knelt down, his knee pressing into the cold concrete as he slid the collar around Harry's neck.
"What are we doing up here?" Harry whimpered as the cool evening breeze danced over his naked flesh. He didn't even bother resisting now as the collar tightened around his neck.
"Enjoying the view." Snape smirked suggestively, his eyes locking with Harry's as an exchange of words seemed to become irrelevant at this point.