History has thrust something upon me from which I cannot turn away.
Martin Luther King Jr.
"Warrick, Snape, Snape, Dr Keir Warrick," Toreth introduced them warily. As a general rule he didn't introduce his fucks to Warrick and he simply didn't trust Snape. His carefully neutral face turned to a scowl as he watched the emotions flicker across Warrick's face.
"S-s-snape? As in Severus Snape, the wizard?"
"Yes," Snape began.
"Wait, what? How? Who? Wizard?" Toreth stumbled over his words in his incredulity. Did Toreth know Snape? How could he know someone who existed centuries ago?
"I recognized you from," here he paused and glanced at Toreth, "my brother's books."
Toreth scowled. He would have to have a chat with his lover about reading Tarin's illegal books and worse, admitting to it in public... even if that public was the subject of his unlawful knowledge. Tarin was a reckless resister whose very existence as Warrick's brother had endangered both Toreth and Warrick in the past. Indeed, Toreth had reason to believe that Warrick's father was involved in Tarin's near murder not too long ago.
Snape raised a dubious eyebrow, "What sort of literature does your brother read?" Seeing the wary glance once again flickered at Toreth and sensing the uneasy tension in the room, Snape stepped between the lovers, his back to the para. "Perhaps," he slipped his hand on Warrick's waist and leaned towards him, lowering his voice silkily and initiating subtle legilimency, "we ought to discuss this another time? I do not wish to get you into any trouble with your lover..."
Warrick swallowed audibly. He felt weak at the knees; in fact it felt almost as though Snape's intense black stare was caressing his mind. It was at once thrilling, disturbing and to his embarrassment, arousing.
"Whatever. Listen, Snape here wants to buy some 'fresh fruit, vegetables and herbs'," Toreth interrupted loudly. "We're hoping you can recommend some real food shopping markets or whatever," he said impatiently, pulling Warrick possessively into his embrace.
Severus Snape needed his considerable occlumency skills to control the laugh that threatened to bubble over. Toreth was so pathetic! Even Potter had better self-control. Snape sneered at the thought- even with centuries separating them, it seemed he'd never get rid of the brat.
"I'll do you one better," Warrick smiled at Snape, "I'll come with you. I doubt we could find anything pure enough to use in potions... I assume that's what you wanted them for?"
Toreth glared as Warrick stepped from his embrace and pulled out his coat. Still ignoring Toreth, his eyes only for the dark, broody interloper, Warrick led Snape out of the front door.
Half caught between sulking until he had Warrick's attention and fearing the very real possibility that he'd be left behind, Toreth was pleased to be distracted from his self-pity and anger by a breath taking kiss from Warrick.
"Coming?" At Warrick's smile, Toreth just barely resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at Snape. It was just as well that he didn't look at the thin face because the condescending smirk would have undone him.
Sitting in the car, Toreth's minor victory soon lost its glow. Warrick was as fascinated with Snape's descriptions of potions and magic as Daedra had been. Even Snape's knowledge of the properties of fresh vegetables appealed to the cooking snob in Warrick, much to Toreth's jealous disgust. He'd never understood why Warrick insisted on cooking from scratch when he could afford to buy the quality ready-to-eat meals.
As they neared her neighbourhood, Toreth called Sara on the comm and invited her to join them. Best case, she would help him by keeping Snape distracted, worst case she could keep him company; he'd certainly had enough of playing third wheel.
They hadn't even reached the outskirts of New London by the time he realized his error. Snape's words and voice held the complete attention of the other two. He'd wanted to believe it was only the sexy voice but on the few occasions he bothered listening in it became obvious that Warrick was as interested in spells and potions as Sara was fascinated by the tales of Snape's life. He wasn't even bothered that Warrick had revealed Snape's true identity; he trusted them both enough that once he had reminded them of the need for secrecy, he simply ignored them. He refused to be yet another worshipful devotee at the altar of Snape.
"Hey, Severus, earlier you said that you also want to meet more of 'your kind'. What do you mean? Are there other time travellers?"
"I do not know of other travellers. I meant other wizards."
"Oh," Sara glanced at the other two, "I don't think that there are any left. I've certainly never heard of magic before."
"You wouldn't have," Snape struggled to control his sneer and remain charming. "We keep to ourselves; we live apart from the Muggle world."
"No, I'm so sorry but I'm afraid she's right. Do you remember Harry Potter?" Warrick began but quickly held up his hand to forestall the hostile response clearly on Snape's lips. "Yes, yes, sorry. Of course you remember him. Well, after you disappeared, Harry Potter ignored your message that he was a horcrux. He tried killing Voldemort but the Dark Lord kept returning every decade or so. And at every return he was more vicious until after a serious of events in 2012 when the Muggle World became aware of the Magical. Your Ministry of Magic could not keep up with the violations of your Secrecy Act and with advancing muggle surveillance technology.
Eventually the Russian Ministry of Magic joined with the Muggle government to use satellites designed for tracking potential terrorist sites to find and destroy Death Eater camps. By the time the Dark Lord was finally vanquished in the mid 21st century, Muggles and Wizards were struggling to co-exist.
Eventually the French Muggle government used a nuclear bomb on a Wizarding town. Magic is powerful but I'm afraid it had not kept up with Muggle technology and we won the war. By the twenty-third century all of wizardry was annihilated and any child born with magical abilities was," here Warrick blushed and swallowed uncomfortably, avoiding Snape's and then Toreth's eyes for the rest of his speech. "Executed. At first they were sterilized but in spite of all Muggle medicine, their magic would heal their bodies so eventually it was decided that the only solution was to kill them and sterilize their parents and any siblings. It was strongly believed that magic was genetic but when it affected so many unconnected families all over the world with no known magic in generations of their ancestry, that theory was brought into question.
But, as I said, by the 23rd century magical children stopped being born with any frequency and the last known magical child came from India in the 25th century. So, like I said, I'm sorry but 'your kind' doesn't exist anymore. In fact I'm surprised that they didn't kill you on the spot. Or at the very least try to castrate you."
The shameful blush turned into embarrassment when, to his horror Warrick caught himself glancing at Snape's crotch.
Snape smirked and adjusted himself as he watched Warrick lick those kissable lips. Unlike his thin lips, Warrick's were just a little plump, almost feminine in their soft just-been-kissed beauty. He couldn't help but think of how much they reminded of Potter's lips and his smirk dimmed somewhat. When had he been looking at Potter's lips? True the brat often nibbled on them when struggling to use that useless brain of his but Snape should never have thought of them in this context. He was free of the burden of taking care of the arrogant whelp, why couldn't he simply forget the boy? Snape's smirk was saved from becoming a fierce scowl by Toreth's anger.
"Yes well, thank you for that history lesson, Warrick. It was fascinating," Toreth roughly smothered his lover's very lips in a punishing kiss in an attempt to ruin what he mistook as the Potions Master's lust filled trance.
Which was just as well since Snape had more important matters to attend to. He refused to believe that all of Wizardom had been eliminated and quietly hoped he would find a hidden society soon.
It seemed, according to Warrick, that the war had been lost thanks to Potter's arrogance and mulishness. He needed to go back to his own time to save the world he had twice vowed to protect.
At any rate, his disappearance and the subsequent discovery of his true importance in the war had led to the near deification of his name. Muggles throughout the Administration resisted in his name. Ironic when one considered that his life consisted of conforming to the wishes and authority of his masters. Still, if it led to him being recognized by any secret magical societies he would not be the one to complain.
Toreth was fast losing what little remained of his patience. For the past hour, his three companions had gushed over more varieties of fresh produce than he was even aware existed.
He hated the condescending way Snape dismissed his concerns, using his wand to magick away people's curious expressions. Toreth forced to amuse himself by ensuring that those who showed any sign of recognizing the resister's favourite figurehead took note of his uniform. He would never admit to jealousy, after all he had his own means of distracting people and making them forget and while his drugs, alcohol and seduction may take more time, they were a far side more fun than shaking a stick.
It was with undisguised glee that he greeted Warrick's announcement that the day's adventure was finally over as they climbed into the car. He ground his teeth as he took in the two small bags of their purchases. A couple hours of his life and that was all they had to show for it.
"... I will have to take the whole day off because it's several hours drive each way or perhaps I can secure a corporate jet... I have an idea, hold on," Warrick was saying excitedly before he pulled out his handheld communication device.
"What's several hours drive?" Toreth hissed at Sara.
"New Cardiff of course!" Sara beamed. "Oh I do hope he gets the jet, I would love that!" Seeing the confusion in her boss' face she elaborated, "Snape is going to use Warrick's kitchen appliances but he needs several pieces of equipment. He used his magic to put images in our minds of what he needs- it was so amazing! They didn't look familiar to me but Warrick remembered seeing some of them once in an antique store in New Cardiff that he visited with family so he's taking us there tomorrow."
"I called in a couple of favours and got it. We'll fly out after breakfast," Warrick announced and he closed the comm.
"Tell me about this little village that you're taking us to," Toreth commanded. "After all, I'm supposed to be the host here."
Warrick ignored the hostility in his lover's voice and happily explained that they were going to visit a quaint little corporate village where traditional cottages were preserved as vacation homes for ultra-wealthy Corporates. Not only would Snape likely find the cauldrons he sought but the surrounding forest which was a protected nature reserve my hold the many herbs and insects Snape sought.
For his part, Snape's own restrained excitement came from the possibilities this new location held. If there were any Wizardfolk left, this place, this haven of nature and greenery, old houses and history, sounded the most likely to find them.
"So Severus," Warrick, to Toreth's utter disgust, was continuing to act like a kid at Christmas, "each time that someone recognized you or looked you suspiciously, you would point at them and mutter under your breath."
"And every one of them would get this glazed and confused look in their eyes," Sara agreed.
"What did you do to them? And how did you put those images in my head?"
"Memory charms," Snape said dismissively and Toreth hated him for it. Predictably the simple tease of an answer had Warrick and Sara begging for more.
Having heard about Legilimency, Occlumency and Obliviation already, Toreth spent the trip enjoying the view.
"... You really need to visit me at SimTech. I think you'd be impressed by what we can do. Then maybe you can tell me the difference between the two. In fact, considering that you know so much about the powers of the mind, I would love having you work with me-"
"I thought you didn't want too many Administration types hanging around SimTech," Toreth interrupted. "Do you think it's wise... Snape is the new guy after all. He might sell your secrets to impress his new bosses."
Snape scowled, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous light that caused Toreth to hesitate for the briefest of moments, his eyes flicking to the wand; he did not forget how dangerous this man and his little wand could be.
"Actually, I don't think he even needs to go to SimTech to sell your secrets if Legilimency is for real," Sara remarked. "It sounds so invasive. You must feel so powerful having that sort of control over people," she purred.
"Yes but I choose not to abuse that power," Snape explained as he ignored Toreth's disbelieving snort. "However, it can be rather useful when necessary."
"I don't know how comfortable I feel with anyone having such power over my mind," Warrick remarked, sitting back thoughtfully. Toreth smirked.
"Can you try, er, do it, to or, er, on me?" Sara stuttered with nervous excitement. "Can you tell what I'm thinking about now? Can you really read my mind?"
"I can do so much more that read your mind, Miss Lovelady," Snape purred, causing all three of his audience to shift in an involuntary effort to control their sudden arousals. "I know that you're hoping that I don't know how sexy you think my voice is, that you," he paused and raised an eyebrow before smirking on, "masturbated to the memory of my voice just last night. I see that in spite of his assurance that he wanted to move on from the Carnac incident, you still carry a great amount of guilt."
Suddenly images of Sara and Toreth having sex flashed before their minds followed promptly by hazy images of both Toreth and Warrick in Sara at the same time.
"No!" Sara gasped breaking free. "That, that last bit... That never happened. I..."
"Yes, I can tell the difference between a memory and a fantasy, Miss Love- Sara," Snape's neutral expression and clinical reply did much in calming Sara's rapidly beating heart.
"Sara," both Warrick and Toreth looked concerned and the former offered her a bottle of water from the minibar while the latter glared at Snape.
"It's... I'm okay," Sara was relieved that her voice sounded much calmer than she felt. "It's... I could see what he was seeing in my mind. I guess in that way it's like someone being in the sim with you, seeing what you're doing. But it's not... Other than that it is not the same at all," she shrugged.
"If you are unwilling to let me read your memories, you need only to lock them away," Snape reassured Warrick. "Clear your mind, simply imagine your thoughts locked away," he continued in a soothing, hypnotic voice. "I do not need to use Legilimency or Occlumency on you if you do not wish it. I could instead simply plant a memory in your mind and then," he nodded at Toreth, "you need not worry that I will sell your secrets. You can see for yourself just exactly what I can do and decide whether you wish me to work with you."
"I don't... I don't know," Warrick shook his head. Snape nodded agreeably and did not push it.
For the rest of the trip back they avoided the topic completely although it was obvious at points that Warrick was quite distracted and Sara somewhat subdued and nervous after her experience.
Soon she bade them goodbye with promises to join them the following day. Sara had barely entered her building when Warrick turned to Snape, "Okay then. Do it. Plant the false memory. But it has to be something clearly false alright?"
"You don't have to do this," Toreth sat up, alert. He didn't want Snape anywhere Warrick's head sharing memories and he certainly didn't agree with the sick bastard fucking with his lover's mind. "You should think about this."
"I have thought about it and I have decided that it's worth the risk. There is so much potential to learn from Severus. It could give SimTech a greater edge!"
"I know you are worried about your lover but I promise I would never hurt him. Especially not considering that he hasn't taken me to New Cardiff yet," Snape joked.
Toreth was not happy but he refused to say anything. How could he after what Snape had just said. He would never be accused of being one of those possessive and over protective lovers because he was not. He simply didn't trust Snape, that was all.
"Toreth?" Warrick seemed to accept his silence as consent. "Go ahead, Severus, do it."
Although he had implied that he would not use Legilimency on Warrick, Snape slipped into his mind briefly and observed Warrick's favourite Sim experiences and memories. Evidently the good doctor had a healthy sexual appetite and also enjoyed being tied up.
Changing tactics, Snape began.
Toreth was late from work again and Warrick began without him. His hands slick with lubricant, he slowly stroked himself with one hand and fucked himself on two fingers.
Toreth, entering the flat with Snape, was shocked but aroused by the sight that greeted them and hardened almost instantly. Indeed, if he was honest with himself he would admit that he was already half hard after sitting in close proximity with Snape and listening to that sensual voice for the better part of the last three hours.
Forgetting his guest, he stripped as he hurried to join the writhing man on the rug.
"Beautiful," Snape purred appreciatively at the scene before him.
"Severus!" Warrick pulled away just as Toreth was about to enter him. Toreth quickly reached back for a nearby blanket to cover them.
"Oh no you don't," Snape commanded silkily. "Petrificus Totalis!" He froze Toreth in his outstretched position; sitting back on his ankles, his cock jutting proudly in front of him and his torso stretched back towards the sofa.
"Toreth!"
Snape took advantage of Warrick's momentary distraction to whisper, "Incarcerous!" Warrick was shocked to find his hands and feet bound together. But not half as surprised as he was to discover that he was weightlessly levitating above his frozen lover.
"Toreth?" he asked, relieved when his lover's eyes moved.
"He is quite alright. I have not hurt him," a now naked and fully erect Snape stood behind him. Gently, carefully, he moved the still floating doctor into position so that his puckering hole was brushing lightly over Toreth's erect member. "Tell me, Warrick, are you comfortable?"
"Yes," Warrick hissed as the petrified but still warm cock once again teased his entrance.
"Good," Snape purred in his ear. He smirked when Warrick whimpered, lightly brushing his wand over the bound man's face, along his neck, down around his nipples and then following the treasure trail down.
"Fuck!" Warrick whimpered as the wand tip sent little painful jolts of electrical pulses along his skin. "Oh yes!"
"You're a kinky bastard, aren't you?" Snape asked silkily, the wand tip now hovering less than a centimetre above Warrick's profusely leaking tip.
"Yes, please," Warrick begged, straining to touch his cock to the wand but discovering that Snape had somehow locked him into position. "Please, Severus! Please, please, please," he begged.
"Let it never be said that Severus Snape ignores a doctor in distress," Snape smirked as he gently ran the wand tip along the pulsing vein that ran along the underside of the cock, occasionally making impact as the cock twitched and jumped.
"Nngh! Argh! Fuck! Yes! Oh! Yessss!" Warrick pleaded, groaning as he came closer to coming.
"Not yet," Snape announced and Warrick felt an invisible cockring clamp his budding erection.
"Please!" he begged, groaning in despair. "Oh!" he gagged around a mouthful of Snape as he felt himself slowly gaining weight and subsequently becoming impaled on the gorgeous cock below him.
Warrick was in both heaven and hell. Snape steadily fucked his mouth while lifting from and lowering him back onto Toreth's cock at a maddeningly slow place. He cried out around his mouthful as he was overwhelmed by the sensation of a half dozen hands pinching his nipples, squeezing his balls, fingers joining Toreth in his hole and caressing him all over sensually.
Just when he was certain he could survive no longer, Snape popped from his mouth and disappeared behind him.
"Severus?" He gasped as a second cock pressed into him. "Ohhhh!"
Toreth was in some kind of pleasurable hell. He couldn't move but his senses were hyper aware. He could smell the strong musk of arousal and feel the brush on flesh on his flesh and of Warrick on his cock. He tasted the occasional drops of sweat that splattered from both Warrick and Snape. So close to the action, he heard Warrick's every slurp, Snape's every seductive whisper...
And yet he couldn't move. He wanted to command Warrick to move faster once his tight was impaled on Toreth's cock but could he communicate at all.
Then Toreth suddenly felt everything as Snape released him from the spell. He felt his cock almost painfully squeezed as Snape joined him in Warrick. In spite of himself he could not contain the loud groan of pleasure which escaped him once he observed the sheer bliss on Warrick's face in the mantle mirror across the room.
Warrick had never been stretched so widely before. It hurt so good. He only wished Severus would let him come. "Severus, argh! Please," he begged.
"Yes," Snape groaned, his voice husky. Clearly on the verge of orgasm himself he cried out, "yes, Warrick, come! Come for me!"
Warrick almost cried as the invisible clamp released.
"Get away from him, I say!" Toreth was shouting, pushing the panting, perspiring Warrick away from Snape.
"Wha-? Fucking cockblocker! Toreth, why?" Warrick cried out as the spell broke.
"Are you okay? Warrick? Warrick can you hear me?"
"Yes, Toreth, I'm fine!" Warrick struggled to snap angrily as the lust and arousal slowly cleared from his eyes. He marvelled at how stretched he felt, as though the two cocks had really been unceremoniously ripped from his willing body. "Severus, please, continue."
"What? No, Warrick, you should have heard yourself, the way you were begging and crying at his torture. Surely you don't want..." In all his distrust and wariness of Snape, only now did occur to Toreth to glance at his lover's lap. Sex... Of course that was why Warrick was begging. His lips tightened in disapproval but he said no more.
"Perhaps another day," Snape sheathed his wand and opened the driverless car's door. "I do believe this is my stop. Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," Warrick confirmed dreamily.
Toreth may not have had a clue about what Snape had done but he did know that he would be the only dealing with the consequences. Warrick lay contented in Toreth's possessive embrace. In his jealousy, Toreth had fucked Warrick sore; but Warrick certainly wasn't complaining.
With a self satisfied sigh and a small wince, he fell asleep dreaming of all the questions he had for Snape and determined that he would be inviting the Potions Master to SimTech in the near future. He had every intention of monitoring not only the difference between the brain under the sim and under Snape's magic and hoped the Potions Master would allow him to observe that brilliant brain. In spite of Toreth's jealousy, it was the possibilities and opportunities for research that Snape could provide for his company that filled Warrick's dreams. He was quite satisfied with Toreth's sexual prowess, thank you very much.
A/N - This is the end of what was written last year. I have notes for future chapters. Thank you to those that have read the story so far and a special thank you to those who have added the fic to their alerts! :)