Ego, Opinion, Art and Commerce
I don't own Harry Potter, and I doubt this idea is terribly original.
Author: Started by Aloysha Star, picked up by me.
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Main: Severus/James and Remus/Sirius. Minor: Peter/Lily, Lucius/Narcissa, Lily/James, and maybe some others.
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Male Pregnancy, Slash, Violence, Vampirism, Bloodletting/play, Language, and Death.
Summary: When Lily dumps James he finds himself at a bar, trying to drown his sorrows, only to be bitten by a vampire. Snape saves him and what follows is the Wizarding World's Best Kept Secret.
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Chapter Two
Holding Back
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He bowed his head, letting his teeth slide into slightly resisting skin on the side opposite of where Elizabeth had bitten. He withdrew them once the skin was pierced and sealed his mouth over the wound, all too aware of the soft mewling noise the man he hated most in the world was making. Blood, hot and rushing, coated his tongue and he knew in that instant he was lost.
He didn't have the words to explain the flavor, the texture, the…amazingness of what burst into his mouth. It was different from the 'blood' brought to him at Hogwarts and even the blood he'd had at bars. No, this was…alive. Each drop hummed with life, pulsed over his tongue in time to James's heartbeat.
He fell into it, lost the outside world completely as James, and only James, filled his senses. He could hear his heart and the absolutely filthy noises the other teen was making, could feel the smaller body arch into him, losing all of its lethargy in an attempt to rut against him. Hands, strong for a human, clutched at Severus and he couldn't help but pull back, molding himself into the warm body. Smaller, more compact, and muscled. He could smell him, stronger than before, and the sharp musk of arousal.
And the taste.
It wasn't sweet at all, but rather metallic, and he could feel it rushing through him, leaving tingling warmth flowing through his veins in its wake. It clung to his mouth, as if promising (threatening) to be a taste he would never be able to forget.
It was too much. His mind was empty of all except James, foggy and muddled around the edges, and he thought for a moment that he could die like this right now and wouldn't care if the least.
As fast as he'd lost himself a voice, soft but powerful, commanded him to let go. He wanted to ignore it, to climb deeper into the other teen, to pull him apart and seek out every last drop of fluid inside of him. It'd be so easy, so painfully easy, to pull every last bit out and there was no doubt in his mind that James would allow it. He mewled and begged for more, wanted it so much that it caused a hunger to flair in Severus belly that wasn't completely related to feeding.
He was, after all, still a teenage boy and he'd be lying if he said he'd never entertained the idea of fucking James Potter until the other teen screamed. Severus was, aside from being a teenage boy, not an especially nice teenage boy. The current situation probably proved that, to a degree.
Still, there was the voice. It demanded he let go, pierced through the haze and, when he tried to ignore it slammed into him hard enough to make him break away from James with a wet gasp. Once his mouth was free and sucking in air in deep ragged breathes, awareness flooded him. James sagged in his arms, pale and trembling but wearing a stupid content smile. Severus could smell the other teen's release, a heady intoxicating smell that stoked the other flame building in him. It beat down at the blood haze.
"Oh." A soft intake of breathe made him turn back to the woman he'd all but forgotten about. She was watching them, lips parted, teeth fully extended, and eyes narrowed to slits. "Thank you, Master Snape. It was an inspiring display."
He said nothing, still trying to gather he wits together and not do something else he knew he'd come to regret (Like sex with what could very well be a dying James Potter in some disgustingly dirty ally) and watched her walk away with hooded eyes.
He breathed out again then straightened up, support Potter easily. He stared down, eyes momentarily drawn to the small holes marring that smooth tanned neck. He licked his lips, temptation warring with his emerging common sense. He wouldn't be sating his other…urges so would another taste be so bad? The muscles in Potter's neck flexed and Severus groaned softly before lowering his mouth.
His lips touched the other's neck, almost like a kiss, when that voice came to him again. It told him to look at Potter, to assess the situation before delving back in. What if he killed the other man, could he live with that on his conscious?
He took him mouth away, watching regretfully as blood would itself way over sun-touched skin, before really looking at what he held in his arms. While he thankfully hadn't ripped out Potter's throat, or done any real visible damage, he didn't know how much he'd taken. Potter's heartbeat was slower, almost sluggish, and his skin was just slightly cooler than it'd been previously. But he was alive and that was something at least.
He pulled Potter closer, once again breathing in the scent of the shorter teen then, suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness, staggered. Potter slipped free of his grasp, once again slumping to the ground, and Snape pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to fight the feeling racing upon him.
It was a losing battle and, abruptly disconnected from his body, saw himself collapsing against the wall and sliding to the ground. He reached out with his mind; seeking help from the one person he knew would give it, panic boosting his usually lacking telepathic prowess. Darkness was creeping up at him, but he knew he didn't dare just pass out like this. Potter was in questionable shape as it was; lying in a wet alley surely wouldn't help.
More than that Snape couldn't risk being found like this; if this got out he'd not only find himself expelled from Hogwarts, wand broken, but risked prosecution from the Ministry. A vampire caught feeding on an unwilling victim would find themselves imprisoned if they were lucky and executed in most cases. There wouldn't be much of a trial either; with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named gaining in followers and infamy the ministry didn't spend much time deal with 'Magical Creatures' these days.
'Le!'
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Selena Snape frowned at the door of her girlfriend's apartment, a cold pricking feeling running up her spine. She'd felt odd for the past few minutes, a strange heavy feeling settling in her stomach and just refusing to be moved. A soft hand touched the small of her back and she turned to smile into soft brown eyes
"Selena?" Zuha's voice was a husky rumble, the very thing that had first caught Selena's attention. "What's wrong?"
She smiled sense of foreboding temporarily forgotten. She and Zuha, while physically opposite, were very similar in personality. Both very serious, questioning, and prone to quiet observation but, where Selena was more sarcastic and suspicious, Zuha was sweet and kind.
Kindness was not a trait inherent in her gene pool, really, but Selena had found that the vampires from India and the Middle East were less wary and more accepting than their English counterparts.
She grasped the younger woman's hand, dark brown intertwining with her own pale ones. "Just getting a weird feeling. I'm not sure I'm up to going out tonight. You should go without me.
Zuha has been about to argue with her, she could see it written all over that expressive face. It took a little insistence but soon the other woman was sweeping out of the apartment, leaving the scent of lavender oil trailing after her. Selena waved as the elevator doors slid shut then closed the door and headed for the couch.
She would sit down and read for a little bit; she'd just picked up an amazing anthology of autobiographical tales by some of the first vampires to colonize America. She whole heartedly believed that the key to integrating Creature Society with Wizarding Society laid in the past, and the similar progress both societies had made. Proving that they were, at the core, all the same, would be what finally caused change.
Selena was, at the moment, going through the interview process as a lower level in the Wizard and Magical Creature Interpersonal Affairs office with the Indian Ministry of Magic, specializing in Vampire Affairs.
She was no wizard of course, but Professor Acharya thought that was made her such a potentially invaluable ally for the ministry. India was leaps and bounds ahead of the English Ministry in their acceptance and integration of Magical Creature's to their society. Back home she was considered a radical in both wizard and vampire circles and could have never imagined finding a legitimate position with the Ministry.
Well, as legitimate as being an intern turned clerk (hopefully) in Acharya's office could be.
She smiled slightly as she picked up her book. Coming to India, after receiving a letter from Acharya (who claimed to be impressed with the papers she'd written and her constant campaign for more understanding from Wizards for other breeds of magical beings) had been the best decision of her life. She'd met Zuha, had really established herself, and had even been able to work closely with scientists who were making great strides in potions to make werewolves docile during transformations and craft a synthetic food source for vampires.
She's brought her brother out for a week a month ago, knowing how interested he was in the potions, both the magical side and the science that went with it, and he'd seemed to really enjoy himself. She was sure that, once he was done with Hogwarts, having him come to India with her would really help him open up as a person. Right now he was quiet and sullen and so angry…but she knew a lot of that was related to being a Hogwarts and the cruelty of the other students there.
One more year and –
She gasped, book falling from suddenly nerveless fingers as panicfeardizzyhelphelp hit her. She fell to her knees, trying to pull air into her lungs, which felt as if icy fingers were trying to crush the air out of them.
'Le!'
Her vision swam as her brother's voice stabbed into her mind, leaving white hot pain in its wake. She pushed it aside, reaching out for him with her mind and willing herself to him.
Selena Snape was no wizard, but in a world that Wizarding kind lorded over, she had learned to use all of the arts available to one of magical birth to get by.
She became mist, a skill that few vampires bothered learning, let alone mastering, in this modern age of cars, trains, and planes and burst from the window of the apartment. She didn't like to be in this form too long; it was a state of total coldness, inside and out, where emotions and concerns were suppressed and could be forgotten. There were stories of vampires who'd turned to mist and never returned.
She was willing to admit that thought scared her.
It was a fast trip, just enough for the edge of the chill to creep up on her. She came back to her body in a dingy ally that smelled of beer and oil, a few paces from the crumpled form of her brother. She hurried forward, bending next to him and turning his face for a better look.
She frowned as the scent of fresh blood hit her nose, took in the smudge of red on his lips and the flush on his face; the flush of one who'd just feed extremely well. She looked around him, at the pale shivering form he'd all but fallen on top of. She left Severus, knowing he'd be fine soon enough, and peered down at the human anxiously. She started to reach to take a look at the bite marks on his neck when the boy moved, exposing his face. She pulled her hand back, teeth tearing through her gums.
She knew this boy; James Potter. He was the bane of her brother's existence; he'd never said as much but in his more frustrated moments he had spoken of some of his fellow students and names like Sirius Black and James Potter were said like the worst curse words possible. She had been curious, looked into both boys and their families, and hadn't liked what she found.
She knew types like them, from the vampire community: Rich, smug, cruel, assured that their blood purity put them ahead of everyone else, and utterly useless blights upon society.
And now bitten by her little brother.
She swallowed, quickly coming to the only obvious answer. Killing him would be the only option. She could leave him here, to be found and tell the world what he brother had done. She abhorred the idea of murder on a moral level and because of her desire for integration of her people, but, at the very basest of levels, killing humans was in her nature. She wouldn't feel for him and guilt wouldn't gnaw at her.
Above even her hopes for the future was her need to protect her brother. She's been protecting him since the day he was born and she wouldn't fail him in such a crucial moment.
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Zuha: An Indian name, meaning Morning star.
Acharya = Priest & teacher (So Professor Teacher. Yes.)