Title: A Birthday Bugger

Author: Anne Phoenix

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Harry/Snape, Harry/Lucius/Snape

Summary: Snape has a fantasy. Lucius has a brothel …

Warnings: non-con and violence

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Snakeling and Mosh

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A Birthday Bugger



"Just follow me."

"But this a library. A Muggle library."

"Come along now, Severus. Don't be difficult."

Severus Snape huffed. He wasn't being difficult, he just didn't see what a Muggle library could have to do with his birthday present – he was forty years old today and feeling every single one of those years in his bones. Unfortunately, Lucius' mysterious demeanour had succeeded in piquing Severus' interest, so he resigned himself to keep trotting behind, as his old friend led the way through maze-like rows of dusty books.

"Just around this corner now," Lucius promised, disappearing around row QZ 600, Journal of Entomological Psychology. Attention momentarily distracted by the odd journal, Severus stepped after Lucius, expecting to see him waiting impatiently just around the corner, but …

Severus sighed.

"Lucius, stop playing games!"

His best friend had vanished into thin air, leaving him standing alone by the most absurd journal he had ever seen. Severus was about to turn around and storm away in fury, when Lucius' disembodied voice called out, "Keep walking!"

Scowling, Severus took a step forward, and then another, and then suddenly he felt as though his foot had sunk into an invisible hole. His stomach lurched and his surroundings abruptly changed, long rows of bookshelves disappeared, giving way to grey walls. Even the tickling smell of musty books disappeared in favour of a slightly rosy and very artificial aroma.

Lucius smiled proudly. "What do you think?"

Severus glared at him, peeking over his shoulder to peer down a long corridor. He couldn't see where it led, or even how long it was, for the light was too dim.

"What do I think of what? Where are we?"

"Under the library. Unplottable, imperturbable, accessible only by … ah- special wizards," Lucius explained, tapping his left forearm with a wink.

"But wha-"

Lucius silenced him with a frown. "Hush with the curiosity, Severus. Your birthday present is just down here," he promised loftily, setting off down the corridor. "You're going to love it."

There were many doors accessible from the corridor. Some stood open, revealing uniform little bedrooms with open plan bathrooms in the far corner. Others were shut, and Severus was sure he heard muffled sounds coming behind one of those, but he knew better than to ask. Lucius would just give him some cryptic response, leaving him even more bewildered than before.

At last Lucius came to a halt. He pointed at a wooden door and smirked.

"Happy birthday, old friend!"

And just like that, Severus found himself pushed through the door into a brightly lit room. He heard the door click shut behind him and turned his full attention to the roo—

Severus blinked to make sure he wasn't dreaming – the room looked exactly like the teaching area of his old potions classroom at Hogwarts. There was his desk, his chair – even his accessories had been replicated and positioned at their rightful places on his desk: inkwell, quill, cane …

There was a single student desk facing his. Seated on the bench was …

Severus rubbed his eyes. Surely it couldn't be?

"Potter?"

A pale face turned up toward him. Potter's hair was as tousled as ever, jet black and wild. But his face looked almost unfamiliar; his cheeks were hollow and his eyes were dull. His wrists were lying on the desk in front of him, tightly bound together with rope. Potter had been missing, presumed absconded, since the final battle. Judging by his gaunt look, he had spent those last three months here in this cell.

"Snape," Potter answered with a surprising lack of malice. His voice was cracked and hoarse.

Severus licked his lips. He understood now what Lucius was giving him. Oh, his best friend knew him too well. Lucius had always said life started at forty, and now Severus was beginning to believe that it might be true.

He was in his element here. It was like being inside his own head … only this was very real. Potter was real. Leaving all hesitation behind, Severus strode to the front of the cell – classroom.

"Well, Mr Potter, have you done your homework?"

Potter's eyes followed him nervously. He said nothing, but understanding was dawning on his face. Severus picked up his cane, its length almost as familiar as his wand between his fingers, and cracked it down on the desk. Potter jumped, his shoulders rolling in as though they might protect him. He looked down and refused to raise his gaze back to Severus.

"I asked," Severus repeated slowly, "Whether you had done your homework?"

"I …"

"Is that a no?"

"But I …"

Potter still didn't look up, but his tongue darted out with every attempted word, obviously trying to infuse some moisture into his parched lips. Severus prowled towards the desk and looked down at his student. "Failure to do the required work will result in punishment, Mr Potter. Give me your hands."

He watched the boy's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed dryly. His fingers curled around each other protectively. Sweat soaked his fringe. He made no move to comply, and Severus felt his cock harden at the defiance.

Severus snatched the bound wrists and pulled Potter forward, almost out of his seat. He poked the boy's right hand with his cane.

"Open that hand or I'll make you," he hissed.

Potter cried out and yanked his hands out of Severus' grasp, falling back and toppling off his bench at the unexpected release. He started to scramble to his feet, but Severus was faster and succeeded in grabbing his hair and hurling him against the desk. When Potter moved to resist, Severus hit him across the face with a backhanded slap so vicious it surprised even him.

"Stay there," he snapped, and Potter, shocked and hurt, obeyed.

"I was going to be gentle with you, Potter, but I see now that your usual stubbornness will prevent that. You have only yourself to blame."

With those words, Severus tore Potter's robes over his shoulders, enjoying a flash of nipples and scarred skin, before he twisted him around to wrench the fabric down over his back, leaving it to trap his arms at the elbows. He could smell the boy's fear now, salty and musky, covering him in a fine sheen of terror, and Severus wanted nothing more than to rut against his pliant body.

But there was another business to be attended to first – punishment. Stepping back, Severus gave his cane an experimental flick before bringing his hand back for a swing. The cane made a promising whistle through the air before – thwak – it landed bluntly across Potter's shoulder blades, instantly drawing up a vivid red welt.

Potter did not scream out or cry or beg as Severus had expected; instead, the boy clenched the edge of the desk and braced himself for more. He was clearly not used to being granted any mercy. The thought made Severus impossibly hard. He could see, in his mind's eye, the treatment it would have taken to teach Potter that nothing would stop his punishment. Oh, it must have taken days, weeks. He almost wished Lucius were still in the room to receive Severus' admiration for his successful taming of the Chosen One.

Severus put down the cane and trailed his fingers across the welt, relishing the hiss of pain this caused Potter to exhale. He stroked the wound for a while, feeling the occasional bump in Potter's skin where previous scars had been magically healed. The erratic heave of Potter's back gradually diminished under his touch.

"Shhhh, Harry. That was just a warning. From now on simply do as I say, and then I don't need to punish you. Good boy. Now, suck me off, Harry."

Severus watched Potter's fingers prise away from the table he'd been gripping so desperately. There was a dribble of blood on his chin where he'd bitten through his own lip in pain. Potter's entire body was shaking, trembling …

It was easy to peel the boy off the desk and push him to his knees.

Too easy. As much as Severus was enjoying living out his fantasy, he couldn't help but wonder what Lucius could possibly have done to turn the fighting, biting Boy-Who-Lived into this pathetic and needy wreck of a boy.

Not that he was really complaining, mind; he'd entertained this particular fantasy ever since Harry Potter first walked into his classroom. It hadn't been sexual at first, but by the end of Potter's third year, Severus wanted nothing more than to throw the boy against the wall and violate his body, punish his arrogance, remind him of his place. Severus' cock twitched. It had stayed ignored for too long.

Potter sat back on his heels. He kept his gaze firmly averted as Severus unbuttoned his Muggle trousers and released his straining erection.

God, he was so hard. When had he last been this aroused?

He guided himself into Potter's bloodstained mouth and held the boy's head steady as he pumped in and out. It was an almost carefree motion as first, aimed at savouring the boy's shuttered expression and fluttering pulse. Potter's eyes were closed, but his tongue worked furiously to keep Severus happy.

"Little slut," Severus hissed, pulling his cock almost fully out of Potter's mouth, before sliding back into the blessed heat. "How much of me can you take?"

Potter froze. His eyes flew open in panic and Severus could feel him pulling away a little. Severus smiled to himself. Tipping the boy's head back with a sharp grip, he pressed forward, downward, intent on forcing as much of his length as possible down Potter's throat.

Oh, if only James could see them now. The thought almost made Severus come there and then. Millimetre by millimetre he let himself slide further in, his eyes fixed on the way his flesh slid between those rounded, bloody lips. He could feel the muscles in Potter's throat fighting to breathe steadily around him, fighting not to gag. And then suddenly Potter yanked his head aside, coughing and gasping.

Left with only a handful of black hair, Severus stared down at his wet cock – only the last half-inch remained dry.

"Not bad at all, Mr Potter. I'm glad to see your big mouth has finally been put to good use. Your performance at this task was adequate."

Potter flinched at Severus' words, obviously worried that he had not enough to secure Severus' leniency, but he stayed on his knees, head dipped, gaze averted, awaiting further instruction. Severus stroked himself languidly, relishing the cool air on his wet member. His body heat seemed to be sucked through his limbs into his groin, making his toes curl and his cock throb.

Again he thought of James Potter, entering the classroom and finding him here, debauching his son. His imagined Sirius, bound, helpless, unable to stop Severus from fucking his crying godson. Severus moaned as he thought of himself licking Potter's tears from his face, and started fisting himself in earnest. It wasn't long before the combined mental and physical stimulation reached a peak; he was exploding, he was imploding, turning inside out and coming so hard it almost hurt. Hot come spurted over his hands and onto the flagstone floor. Come splashed on Potter too, but to the boy's credit, he neither flinched nor pulled a face.

Severus sucked one of his fingers thoughtfully, before bringing another to Potter's mouth and watching him lick away the bitter fluid coating it. He wiped the others on the tatters of Potter's robes, then snapped, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Clean the floor!"

Licking the gritty, spunky stone floor was obviously something Potter did not want to do. He stayed where he was, still not looking at Severus and apparently gathering together the willpower to withstand this humiliation. Severus picked up the cane again and twirled it between his fingers, before trailing it through Potter's hair, over the back of his neck and down the ridge of his spine. Potter arched slightly as the cane crossed the path of the previous welt, then moved away as it returned to touch him again, sinking down to all fours.

He balanced precariously on his bound wrists, body bowed so that his lapping tongue could reach the floor. Feeling the life rushing back into his spent member, Severus used the cane to push up Potter's robes, uncovering his slender thighs and then his buttocks – with all the fabric collected around his lower back, Potter looked edible. His naked arse bobbed as he cleaned the floor, his cheeks drawn apart by the movement, exposing his puckered hole. Occasionally Potter stopped licking for a moment to remove grit or dust from his tongue, but he kept at his ordered task until it was done.

It was all Severus could do not to stroke himself again. He wanted to whip that delectable arse, he wanted to fuck Potter against the desk, he wanted to come down his throat, he wanted …

"Don't move," Severus ordered. He needed to thank his best friend.

He went to the door and was not surprised to find Lucius lounging against the wall just outside. "Come help me decide what to do, Lucius."

Lucius sneered when he saw Potter's prostrate position. Potter flinched when he saw Lucius.

"While I realise you can have him every day of the week—"

"And do," Lucius interjected

"While I realise you can, and do, have him every day of the week, I nevertheless thought you deserved your fair share of today's proceedings."

It didn't take more persuasion than that. Before he even knew what was happening, Potter found his knees scraping against the flagstones as his legs were kicked apart and he was pushed even lower down. His elbows shook under the weight of his body. His head was yanked back and held in place by Lucius, forcing him to look up at his exhilarated captor's face.

"Use your wand, Severus," Lucius suggested. "I know a good spell."

Potter visibly shuddered, and seemed to struggle against Lucius a tiny bit, although it was obvious to Severus that the boy held no real hope for escape. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as Severus slowly pushed his wand up his arse, stopping only when a good fifteen centimetres were sheathed, and looking expectantly at Lucius.

"Serpengro," Lucius hissed, and Severus's wand responded at once. It expanded and started undulating like a slithering snake. It looked like a snake, too; leathery and scaly, twisting left and right as though it were trying to burrow its way further into Potter's body.

Severus watched with cold satisfaction as the puckered skin of Potter's arse was stretched and smoothed around the snake's width. It didn't tear, but it must have hurt, for Potter writhed on his elbows and wailed. He wriggled his arse as though he could get rid of the intruder, not noticing that his movements only served to draw the snake further in …

Despite giving in to a mixture of heaving, almost hysterical, pants and dry sobs, Potter shed no tears. Severus had already understood that it would take more than physical torture to make him break, to make him cry.

Lucius readjusted his grip on the boy's sweaty hair and drew him up for a kiss. It bent Potter's spine, making him arch and groan at the pressure in his arse. It filled Severus with possessive anger to see his whore thus usurped.

With a growl, Severus yanked his wand from Potter's arse and replaced it in one single thrust with his own cock. This was his right! He felt calmer at once, soothed by the tight security of Potter's muscles clenching around him, seemingly not ruined by the stretching of the snake. He was also glad to see that Lucius had stopped kissing the boy, and was preparing to fuck his mouth instead. It seemed less personal somehow. Severus heard Lucius step out of his trousers and stroke himself, but his eyes were on Potter. Potter – with his bony hips, arched spine, scarred back and messy, sweaty hair – he was perfect. Severus knew he would never tire of seeing the boy at his mercy.

He sighed happily.

"So where did you pick this boy up anyway?"

"Oh, the blast from the Dark Lord's final spell knocked him out, so I saved him for my brothel."

Severus laughed and gave a particularly strong thrust that made Potter's spine bend and sent the boy rocking forward. "I didn’t even know you ran a brothel, Lucius. You taught him this obedience?"

A groan escaped Potter's lips and Severus saw Lucius hold back a grunt of desire. They rocked the boy between them for a while, until Lucius finally caught enough breath to explain. "It's a rather new hobby. I pander for the less conventional needs of the wizarding world," he panted, "And yes, I trained him up myself. There's nothing that well-placed violence and threats won’t achie- oooooh."

Lucius' white fingers entwined in Potter's hair, almost making the boy lose his balance. It had the effect of making Potter shift his centre of gravity further back, which in turn made his muscles clench tighter around Severus's cock. Severus grabbed the boy's sharp hips and rutted, jabbing his cock in and out of the inviting channel with short, sharp thrusts.

Potter whimpered beneath him and Severus felt him scrabbling for purchase to brace himself. Severus forgot all about his conversation with Lucius then; forgot about everything but the need to pleasure himself, so he plundered Potter's arse mercilessly, closing his eyes to relish the sensations, the smells, the sounds. He knew his fingers were digging into Potter's skin. There would be bruises there to commemorate Severus' pleasure.

Severus moaned, the sound coming from deep in his throat, still keeping up the rapid pace he had set for himself – he knew he wouldn't last long; his toes were curling with arousal and his heart slammed against his ribs as he fucked his boy. When his orgasm hit, Severus pressed his pelvis against Potter's arse, sheathing himself deep inside the boy, claiming him. His entire body seemed to freeze, and it felt like an eternity until he finally stopped coming.

Breathlessly, he allowed himself to slump, still bracing himself on Potter's back. His cock was softening where it was; his balls seemed to relax all at once. This was how life should be. Not bad for an old man …

As he recovered from his post-orgasmic haze, Severus heard Lucius shouting, as his own release flooded down Potter's throat. Together, they pushed the spluttering boy aside. Severus was pleased to note that the smell of his semen was considerably more prevalent than that of Lucius'. He watched Potter curl into a protective ball and hug his knees tightly.

"Does he never talk?" Severus asked, casting a cleaning spell on himself and straightening his trousers.

Lucius shrugged. "Not any more. There are too many wonderful ways to shut him up."

"Is he very popular?"

Again Lucius shrugged, "Can't tell many people he's here, can I? Too risky."

"Then he's not worth more than a fuck to you. I'd like you to sell him to me."

Potter's head shot up at that and Lucius looked calculating. "He's worth more than a fuck, Severus. Five thousand Galleons and he stays here at the brothel."

"Six thousand and he comes with me," Severus countered. There were too may things he still needed to do with Potter. And he didn’t feel like sharing.

Even a man as rich as Lucius could not refuse such a generous offer and the deal was quickly sealed. Potter would go with Severus, be miraculously found and rescued, act as the grateful, indebted, subdued consort. He would be branded as property, rewarded for his obedience and severely punished for his transgressions. Potter would talk again. Oh yes, he would fight, he would cry, he would bleed and then he would give in and suck and be fucked and …

Severus sighed. Oh, if only James could see them now.

It had been his best birthday present ever …


THE END

© Anne Phoenix

7th August 2006