The next piece in this unexpectedly loooog fic... Introduction of two more players and an unusually long chapter as well! :P Enjoy! (and Review!)

Severus was troubled. His godson, Draco, was acting strange. Dare he say it, he was acting stranger than last year when he was tasked with killing that old fool. In the end, Severus had to kill the old man. In a way he regretted it- he had come to care for the old coot after all. However, a large part of him was relieved to have helped Draco and finally be rid of the man. His heart had almost stopped when Voldemort had asked Draco why he had not done his job… he thought he'd lose him for good but by some miracle, he was left alive.

No one knew just what heinous punishment the dark lord had given to Draco after the especially lengthy crucio. Severus and Lucius had been mad with worry, though neither showed it. To their utter confusion, Draco appeared before them for breakfast showing not even signs of torture beyond the curse they had all witnessed. The teenager refused to speak of it and only glared at anyone who even broached the subject. Severus was quite shocked when the boy glared at his crazy aunt as well. That didn't go too well.

Imagine his shock when Draco dared to raise objection to the lord's commands! What nerve the boy had! What was he thinking? To his shock, Draco reported the lord had put him under curse a few minutes and given him one minute to explain. After apologizing and telling him that the Lestrange brothers were a better choice… it seems the dark lord actually considered the suggestion. Of course Draco refused to say why he had been missing for the entire night- he claimed to have gone to bed immediately but somehow Severus doubted it.

Severus was going to soon get grey hairs thanks to the numerous troublesome teenagers around him. What with Harry Potter and his promise to protect the boy, Neville Longbottom and Ginerva taking up the resistance in the school, his moody godson and the blatant mistrust of his colleagues in him, he was stressed. He could only thank his stars that Potter decided to go hunt for horcruxes instead of staying at school. He was just confused why his lackeys were still here.

Draco was moping. He looked bored and kept staring out of the window even amidst class. His grades, thankfully, were not slipping but he worried as any good godfather would. There was something worrying the boy, and he hoped the lad would come to him but the chances of that were indeed slim. Still he hoped the tea he had arranged for the two of them would help.

He wasn't sure how he was going to protect those he cared for on both sides- he wanted to save Lucius, Narcissa and Draco just as much he wanted to protect the stupid golden trio and Minerva, Flitwick and Poppy (the insufferable woman). He even felt a protectiveness for his annoying students, now that he taught them and knew them individually. It was going to be difficult. At one time the Dark lord would have been on his list but seeing as he was betrayed, Severus did not want to think of the man he had loved like a father.

He sighed deep in his thoughts and did not notice the glinting pair of eyes that followed him nor did he notice the evil smirk on plush lips. The man following Severus hid behind a statue and watched his prey and nearly cackled when Severus stopped to notice a piece of cloth on the floor and the odd perfume wafting from one of the doors.

Severus frowned. Something strange was around the corner and his instincts were screaming. He crept toward the door and slowly opened it, finding nothing within the walls. He wrinkled his nose at the sickly sweet smell but peered inside. He frowned when he saw a white shirt on the floor. Miscreants with too much hormones in their body, no doubt… but where were they? Severus stepped in looking intimidating to whoever was in there hiding. He did not anticipate a stunner catching him between the shoulder blades and was too slow to block it.

Severus groaned as he came to and blinked to look around. His mind quickly cleared and he took stock of the situation. To his horror he realized he was restrained. His hands were stretched to their limit and secured to the ceiling and he was standing almost on his toes with little room to move. His ankles were also bound but loosely, he figured it was so he couldn't kick whoever was idiotic enough to do this to him. He also realized he was a bit chilly and realized his voluminous black teaching robes were missing and he was clad only in his pristine white dress shirt.

"Well, Well, Well. Looks like our favorite Potions master is awake." A strangely metallic, ethereal voice surrounded him. Severus shook his head and focused. There was a man slightly shorter than himself leaning on the wall in front of him. His face was strange… a swirl of colors. He couldn't tell the features or the color of the eyes, or even the hair. It was nigh impossible to place a name to this idiot.

"Who?" He croaked out in exasperation.

"I wouldn't go to the lengths I did to hide my face from you to only tell you my name Snape." The man, it seemed like a man, laughed.

"What do you want?"

"Revenge." Severus' eyes widened. What had he gotten himself into now?

"Don't worry I won't… kill you and I promise I will release you by the morning." Small mercy, Severus thought dryly; he knew what one night could do to a person in this situation.

"Revenge? Do you even have the guts for it, brat?" Snape sneered.

"I caught you and tied you up didn't I?"

"Show your face coward."

"Now now, Severus. Where is the fun in that?"

"Fine then. Get on with it. I don't have time."

"Careful, I might go easier on you if you're… nice." Severus only scoffed. His annoyance though was replaced by fear as he heard the crack of a whip. His face remained impassive as he faced his capturer defiantly. He got the distinct impression that the man was smiling evilly. Severus shuddered as he mentally went through all the boys that could be that particular height and wondered which one of the brats it was… he could still speak and maybe he could talk his way out of this. His furious thinking stopped as the heavy whip fell mercilessly on his back. He bit his lip, refusing to give the boy satisfaction.

The glinting eyes observed the slightly tense shoulders in glee. It would be fun making Snape break and submit to him… the perfect stress relief. He lifted the whip and brought it down the white shirt noting the tearing off the thin fabric. He soon had the shirt in tatters and slightly red in certain places where the whip hit a bit too hard. He observed the man in front of him and pondered at the absence of noise. The only thing Severus Snape was doing was quietly pant.

He had to admit he made quite a pretty picture. He stared at a dusky nipple peeking out from the tattered fabric and smirked. He knew exactly how to make him make noise. Snape was a spy; known to have a prickly personality and a greasy dungeon bat. Considering the now deceased headmaster had kept a very close eye on his spy… he could imagine the forced celibacy of the man. It shouldn't take too much to get the required results, he mused even as the smirk grew in size.

Severus glared at the figure that was now circling him and assessing him as if he was a piece of meat. He did not like it at all. He was a spy and as a spy he knew to read the body language to the finest details. The way this man was circling him, he knew he was done for. He just hoped to be let go soon… so that he could hunt down the brat who dared to do this and torture him. He fought down a shiver as a cold finger ran over the spine and rested on the fabric of his pants. Severus' eyes widened in disbelief; was the brat really thinking of… his thought was cut off when he heard a cold, oddly enchanting chuckle. Definitely fae or succubus blood.

He smiled when Severus realized the change in plans. He could see the dark eyes widening and thought to himself that they were quite fetching without the usual glare. He let his hand roam slowly over the skin that was exposed making his way up to the tantalizing nub of flesh. He tweaked it slightly and chuckled when Severus was unable to keep from taking a sharp breath. He stepped back and used the whip to caress the firm buttocks, bringing it down on them lightly, sensually.

Severus fought the urge to groan. He was not going to live this down ever. The whip which was only a moment ago causing him pain mercilessly was being rubbed between his cheeks and by Merlin it was arousing. He hoped something, anything would stop the boy but his chances were slim. He resigned himself to his fate, being a disagreeable man had its disadvantages. He sighed and tried his best to hold his reactions in… perhaps locking himself within his mind would work?

He smirked at the dejected look the potions master was sporting and transfigured the long whip into a simple riding crop. This would be easier to control. He hummed slightly as he traced Snape's strong thighs and made his way up to his price. He noticed with amusement that Snape was already responding favorably. He lightly tapped the front eliciting a shudder. He couldn't help but put a bit more force into the next tap… just to see if his suspicion might be proven.

"Why Severus." The voice sounded amused and Snape tried not to blush terribly. "Looks like you enjoy a bit of pain? This defeats my purpose of course… but… interesting." He murmured as he let his crop bounce off the thigh, perilously close to the prize.

Severus did not respond; he did not need to. The riding crop delivered stinging hits all around his groin and his buttocks, tracing his growing manhood on occasion. To Snape's utter embarrassment the treatment was working too well. It wasn't too much of a surprise when the man brought down the instrument directly on his now painful erection that Snape moaned… loudly. He was mortified enough to flush and further horrified that he had probably turned red.

"Such a beautiful voice." He complimented. The faint blush was quite becoming on the dour man. Suddenly, hurting him was far from the mind, he wanted this man abandoning all control in his hands. The thought was only a bit disturbing… he knew he leaned towards his own sex but Snape? It was unexpected but it would serve just as well for his retribution and stress relief. He shrugged and brought down the crop a few more times at different angles to the tented material of the thick trousers. He didn't worry about actually hurting Snape seriously as the trousers were quite thick and protective.

"Please…"

"Please?"

"Stop it…"

"Why would I? I have you at my mercy… just like I wanted. You'll humor me until I get bored, Severus."

"No…"

"You mean yes." The man replied with amusement. "Let's get rid of these trousers shall we?" He didn't wait for a response and deftly undid the buttons and pulled down the fly revealing the black underpants.

"Even this is black. How amusing."

"Black is a perfectly good color." Severus returned, trying to maintain some dignity.

"Indeed." It was the only answer given before the trousers were pushed down to pool at his legs and the crop came back to play. Severus grit his teeth as the sting was now much more but unfortunately, it was only serving to make his arousal more prominent. The pain followed by the pleasurable caresses was impossible to resist and Severus was finding that his mind was becoming fuzzy… that was never a good thing.

He rejoiced when he noticed a tiny wet patch spreading on Severus' pants. He banished the crop and used his hands to rip away the remains of the once pristine white shirt. He mused that the wounds littering the man would be healed with one of his simple healing potions but couldn't be bothered to be disappointed as he frankly expected to be. He ran his hands down the torso gently and licked at the wounds that were purpling. He was pleased at the shallow breaths coming from Severus and the occasional stifled moan. He wondered how long the man would hold out and latched on to a hard nub, sucking and nipping at it in turns. This seemed to undo the potions master and he released with a cry.

"Oh my. I wouldn't have expected you to have so little control, professor." Severus tried to hide in his shoulder but alas he was still tied to the ceiling. "It's endearing." And lips descended on the thin lips of the potions master and Severus didn't want to fight anymore.

To tell the truth, Severus was tired of his life. He wanted to escape but could not. When soft lips touched his after this brat… whoever it was… called him 'endearing', he wanted to give in. If this was one of the death-eaters, he knew he'd be mocked and ridiculed. The light was no better, they'd think the torture was well deserved and would have been disgusted at his most embarrassing moment. He couldn't think of anyone who'd think anything he did was endearing… much less making a fool of himself. A single lone tear slid down his cheek as he thought how pitiful he had become.

"Severus?" The voice sounded concerned. He watched the lone tear fall and followed it raptly. Severus Snape was strong… he didn't cry. It just was a disturbing image. He went over the last few minutes and wondered what made this man break down when pain could not do it. The answer… a kiss? The kiss wasn't brutal or painful… in fact he had been overcome by tenderness and was genuinely pleased when he bestowed his small kiss- it was even chaste. Why then did it affect the man, so? As confusing as it was, he put the thoughts aside and decided to ignore the single tear.

He cupped a pale cheek and ran a thumb over the high cheek bone. He placed a gentle kiss on those normally vicious lips, running the tongue along the seam asking for entrance. Severus opened his mouth with a sigh and he delved in mapping the surprisingly warm mouth lazily. He broke away when breathing became necessary. Lightly panting, he let his other hand reach into the last piece of clothing on Severus and grabbed hold of a fleshy globe, squeezing it gently even as his other hand traced the contours of Severus' cheek.

"Do you want to continue?" Severus started spectacularly and made the other man chuckle.

"If I said no?"

"I'll cast a spell to make you sleep for the next half hour and make my escape."

"Why… are you asking?"

"The reason I captured you, Severus, is because I was frustrated with everything. You just happened to be a target… must have something to do with how you normally act or maybe…" He paused and decided not to voice that thought just now. "Even if I hate you… I wouldn't be that vile to simply take my pleasure." Severus scoffed. "Yes, I know that sounds a bit… but well, I won't force myself on anyone."

"I see."

"So? Shall I release you? Or can I enjoy your beautiful body some more?"

Severus didn't say anything as he thought about it. He noticed the other man massaging his backside lightly and the growing problem pressing against his stomach. One of his hands was still on his face, tracing patterns not known to another. Severus slowly turned his head and placed a kiss on the palm of the hand exploring his less than perfect visage.

"I won't stop in the middle." The man warned. Severus raised his brow and pointedly looked at the ropes binding his hands. The man chuckled and kissed him again with the same tenderness mixed with some more passion. Severus let himself enjoy it.

The man was a bit shocked that Snape agreed to continue. He was half expecting to go take care of himself all alone even if he badly wanted the potions master at the moment. He was shocked but quite happy to have the chance. He imagined the face he would make when he finally realized who had taken him by surprise and who was touching him so intimately. He chuckled merrily… he would look forward to that and maybe even snag the man for himself at the end; it was worth it if this was how he'd always respond to his touches.

"What's wrong?" He asked as Snape started wriggling. Immediately, there was a blush.

"It's uncomfortable." He muttered. The man chuckled.

"If you want me to see all of you, you just have to say so, Severus." The accusation had the older man sputtering but he did manage to get that annoying piece of wet cloth off of him. Severus flushed even more as he realized his complaint had him displayed to this brat- somehow it didn't feel too bad.

"Beautiful" The brat muttered. Severus didn't understand just what he found beautiful but wasn't about to question his tastes… not when he was calling him beautiful. His hand came back to massage him and the other joined it as his lips were reclaimed. Severus found himself being brought closer and kissed deeper than he ever remembered. He almost moaned when a finger started massaging his pucker. The soft lips were everywhere now- kissing and sucking every inch of his skin it seemed. Every time his hard nipples were touched, Severus couldn't help but buck slightly.

"You're really sensitive, Severus." The brat commented and paid more attention to the said appendages. Severus wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not but it was driving him crazy. He was so distracted; he didn't even realize when a finger had slipped into him until it brushed against the bundle of nerves inside.

"Merlin Severus…" The brat breathed on his neck. "If you don't stop wiggling like that… I may give up on preparing you and decide to ram right into you." He threatened. Severus tried his very best not to move after that… he already knew how horrid it would be otherwise. The brat, it seemed, noticed this and kissed him softly. "You don't have to be completely still." He muttered before claiming the lips again at the same time adding a third finger.

It wasn't long before Severus was hoping that the man would hurry up but he refused to ask or even hint at it. He was already making a big fool of himself; he wasn't going to do more. It was excruciating few minutes as Severus was denied what he really wanted. To his chagrin, he realized that the brat knew all along but still continued twisting his fingers inside him until he couldn't hold it in and came… a second time! He groaned miserably and shot the man a baleful look which was returned by a musical chuckle.

"You're evil." Severus muttered.

"No, that's all you." He continued to twist his fingers and moving in and out, stretching Severus and letting him recover. Soon the man was sporting a hard member again which only made him groan in mortification.

"You've gone without for too long." He noted.

"I'm aware. Please do stop teasing." That was as close as he was going to come to begging.

"Hmm…" suddenly the ropes were slightly loosened. "Bend a little." He was ordered and Severus obliged, anticipating further enjoyable activities. The man positioned himself behind him. It was agonizingly slow entry, driving the dark man crazy.

"Ready?" He asked when completely seated in the pleasant warmth within Severus. Severus nodded frantically wanting to feel more despite himself. He chuckled and began moving, slowly at first escalating as Severus started moaning his pleasure and made his control slip bit by bit. They fell into a timeless rhythm and after long pleasurable minutes they released as one.

Severus slumped, exhausted. The man stayed holding the potions professor snugly by his slender waist for a while before he pulled out. He watched his seed dribble out of the still twitching pucker and chuckled. He also noticed that his partner had in fact lost consciousness.

"Well that makes this easier." He muttered to himself and removed the bindings. He wrapped Severus in his famous black robes and laid him down on a small bed he conjured. He kissed the man's forehead, then lips and left him sleeping there. He made sure to cast a few charms on the door so that no one could walk in on Severus sleeping peacefully, completely sated.