The Return Of Snape [Voldemort X Severus Snape]

chapter 20

Severus was in the Potions laboratory at Voldemort's Manor, still in the complicated business of brewing the potion for the bond. It was going to take a long time, this was already his eighth day of preparation. He'd been dashing between home and work for as much time as he could possibly snatch, day or night.

The doors banged open, and Voldemort entered, his robes billowing out behind him as he walked. "You did not tell me you were here," the Dark Lord said sharply, as a greeting.

Severus shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."

"Why should I?" Voldemort asked, sitting down next to the empty cauldron. Severus pushed him off the chair, and pointed to one on the other side of the room. Laughing, the Dark Lord moved as he was directed, knowing how Severus hated anyone else being too close to his work. "It's not like you've even started yet."

Severus glared at Voldemort, who hardly noticed. He was busy surveying the work already done. "Preparation can be more important than the actual potion," Severus snapped. "Do not talk about what you have no clue about."

"Of course, as a highly well educated Wizard, I have no idea about Potions at all," Voldemort replied, sarcastically. Severus wanted very much to hit his lover, but refrained, knowing there was no point in beginning an argument now, let alone a physical fight with fists.

Severus ignored him, and began mashing up the Doxie Eggs in the bowl he had in his hand. "So, why are you here, apart from annoying me?"

Voldemort chuckled from behind Severus, and the Potions Master couldn't help but shiver at the rich, delicious sound. "I like looking at that lovely round bottom of yours." Hastily, Severus sat down, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the attention. "You're blushing."

"No I'm not," Severus snapped back. "Go away."

"Fine." Severus heard footsteps suddenly walking towards him, and then arms around his body. Lips pressed gently against his neck, a soft tongue licking tiny circles up and down his neck. A hand moved around Severus's front, the elbow resting on Severus's hip, the hand resting on the other hip. "But it is Christmas Eve today, did you not notice?"

Severus blinked, he actually hadn't noticed. Thankfully, he'd bought presents weeks ago, all he had to do now was remember where he'd hidden them. "I didn't."

"And you know what happens on Christmas Eve."

"Do I?" Severus grinned, and turned around. The Dark Lord's hand was resting lightly on the small of his back, and every moment Severus could feel himself being drawn in close to Voldemort, lips getting closer and closer by the second.

"We drink very expensive wine, and then we shag until you feel you will never be able to walk again." Voldemort's smile was rough, the same as the kiss, when their lips eventually met.

x-x

Severus was sitting on the love seat in the sitting room, wearing only his black jeans, reading, his lovers head resting on his knees, in a similar state of dress when there was a hesitant tap on the door.

"What do you want?" Voldemort shouted loudly at the door. "Didn't I tell you all not to disturb me?"

"Unless there's an emergency," a voice called back. Severus groaned, and stood up, handing Voldemort his robe from across the back of the chair. "It's Bella, my Lord," the voice continued. Severus sneered, like that made a difference.

"Oh, come in," Voldemort snapped carelessly, finishing off the buttoning of his robes. The door slowly opened, and Bellatrix entered, looking around the room, her gaze stopping for a moment on Severus's still bare chest. "What, Bellatrix? Speak!"