Victim of Love

Uncle

Severus squirmed in pain, the shackles that bound him were too tight and he couldn't think anymore. He closed his eyes trying hard to think about something else, trying hard to imagine himself elsewhere. On an isle with his mum, maybe? Running in the sand as water sloshed up his feet or tossing a ball backwards and forwards with his dad. Somehow, his memories began flooding in and he could remember sneaking into Reggie's older brother's room to mess around. Itching powder, fake spiders and enchanted combs.

He could remember, faintly the first time he'd ever seen the other close up. Tall and broad-shouldered, with lovely curly hair and marvellous silver eyes that gleamed with anger as he glared at Regulus. It wasn't all Regulus' fault that it had happened, but Severus hadn't planned for the other to be standing beneath the stairwell where he was. The wrong place at the wrong time was all. Wrong place, wrong time, much like Severus had been.

His bed was fluffy and comfy, much like the one he'd slept in at home, and then there was Sirius Black, who'd smelt nice like lemon and cigars. Not cheap cigars, the kind one would buy out across the seas when visiting a nice little island. Sirius was atop him, wild curly hair falling down the side of his neck, his silver eyes undressing Severus as he licked his lips. Severus could feel those powerful thighs holding him down and his desire curdled like hellfire washing through him. Sirius watched, a most deceitful smile curled out on his mouth.

"Do you want me? Beg for me?" Severus felt the breath in his lungs hitch. Had he ever seen a man more beautiful than this? Maybe, long ago in his memory, one with eyes as wild as the man above him, one with a voice like butter. At this moment, that man didn't matter. The only person worthy of his desire now had bent to suckle at his neck, bite and gnaw as he lowered his lips inch by painful inch. As sharp teeth gathered around the bud of his pert nipple, he arched upwards, a light moan eliciting from his mouth. Ignoring the other man's chuckle, Severus rolls his hips forward looking for friction of any kind.

Sirius reaches down to undo the button in his pants, before those long and deft fingers can even reach him he is rustled by a shirt, one that's just suddenly appeared. when he looks up for the second time, he's met by angry green eyes and the stranger reaches out his hardened hands and begins to choke at Severus' neck. He's rolling and squirming trying to get away, the breath in his throat is stuck and he can feel himself lose consciousness.

Severus Wakes abruptly, his uncle Furcifer standing above him with hollow eyes. Severus sneered at the older man, who turned with a whip of his form. Furcifer cast a leering smile over his shoulder, twisting his form over backwards and bending himself almost in half. 'Breakfast, Lord Prince' And Severus knew there was no mistaking the venom in those vile eyes. Regardless of how much he loved his family, Severus was a little disgusted at his uncle's display. He was so disgusted, that he almost hadn't seen his hairbrush covered by the cerulean blue cloak.

When Severus joined the family in their dining hall, Furcifer hadn't joined them, which wasn't so odd in recent days. No matter the day, no matter the time, Furcifer seemed to have forgotten his duties at their France estate, often missing important family meetings. Severus had a great mind to burn him from the tree, but he knew the pain that would cause his aunt and his cousins; It was one thing to lose one family member, a second thing to lose another one, but Severus wasn't going to throw away his uncle. The idea of the pain his aunt might feel was too much for even himself to bear. She had already lost her baby sister and her father, the pain of those losses was enough to drive the woman half-mad, Loosing her oldest brother would only put a wedge deeper in her heart.

Ignoring the empty seat to his left, Severus greeted his family with a smile, his cousins always smiled back, but most feared him. It was an odd idea for them, fourteen pure-blood children taught to look down on those with impure blood, now looked to their cousin for answers. Who was this half-blood, who had been accepted by the old magic of their ancestral home? Who was this man that could end their reign with a single word, the one and only person to date that could end the wizarding war? Because Severus Snape Prince was the only lord who was strong enough to kill with a look.