Snarry One Shots

Mindfuck

Summary: Severus Snape detests any hint of a lovers' critical thoughts. The thought of inspiring the revulsion of a certain former student has its appeal, however.

Ships: SeverusSnapexHarryPotter

All credit goes to Anonymous on Ao3

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The wizarding war has been over for several years, but an internal battle still wages in the mind of one of its key players.

An impossible dichotomy seems to somehow exist within Severus Snape.

Is he an anti-hero, or just a plain villain? Is he someone worthy of respect or just plain scorn?

Some nights he drinks to forget his shortcomings. On others, he seeks a quick fuck, not to forget, but to remember.

Remember the truth of his existence. He is not a nice man. Not even a good man, whatever spin Potter has tried to put on things since his formal pardon.

Snape had refused to accept the Order of Merlin eventually awarded, though to spite whom he is not quite sure.

Tonight, he seeks a reminder of his numerous failings. He picks up a wizard who is at least vaguely aware of his past, perhaps even of his prowess and what he possesses under his robes - one of the few positive features he recognises of himself.

This evening's tryst takes place in an anonymous muggle hotel. Part of a chain of soulless establishments that span the entire country. There is little to distinguish the one in this particular region from any other.

The room is a spartan, almost sterile space.

Not a place for romance or even setting the mood somewhat. There is never any need. The white bedding is crisp to the point of crunchy. It doesn't matter. He is not here for silken sheets and the whispering of sweet nothings, quite the opposite.

Severus Snape looks into his lover's eyes fiercely as he fucks him.

Lover is far too tender a term, really.

The barely acquainted stranger is a more apt description of the other wizard.

Snape never brings his bed partners home to Spinners' End with him. That would require an element of trust that he is unlikely to ever bestow on anyone still alive.

Searching wordlessly and wandlessly, he seeks his feedback with his gaze.

Good.

A barely perceptible wave of legilimency allows Severus to continue the act. He is pleased to note that he is giving the other man such a thorough rogering that his partner is barely thinking at all.

Legilimency is an unconscious habit at this point, a reflexive action. Yes, he could fuck men from behind, but this additional layer of intimacy lets him know if there's anything there worth pursuing further.

So far, there has not been.

Ever.

Snape's eyes find those of the other man again. Still no conscious thoughts accessible, just waves of mounting pleasure.

Severus allows himself to relax just for a moment, focusing on his own gratification. His eyes flutter shut just briefly, and his face contorts in response to the sensations.

Then his eyes snap open once again, just in time to catch the last thought fleeting through his lover's mind.

That thick cock just about makes up for that ugly face.