WARNING: This is a slash
story, which means it contains male/male erotic
content involving consenting adults. If you're not
of legal age or are offended by such material,
please go
find something else
to read.
TITLE: Unicorn
AUTHOR: Alsoa
EMAIL: arachne@ntlworld.com
PAIRING: SS/Quirrell
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: No ownership claimed, no money made, no
harm intended
SUMMARY: Quirrell viewed from the outside
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest
(Response to easy pairing Snape/Quirrell)
Somewhat strange and experimental. Written in the
second person.
UNICORN by Alsoa
Sometimes you stutter in your
mind. Other days, other places, the words flow so
fast and pure that it seems they may seep through
your very pores in their effort to be heard.
Appearances, you learned early, were
deceptive.
"What do you think I've been
doing?" You hear yourself now, speaking to Snape,
the single sentence retort the product of torrents
of thought that will never break past the set of
your lips. At times like this it seems easy. You
feel strong. Nourished by the life in your head,
that other presence, at present resting quiet -
sated. Loam from the forest flecks your boots,
trails of silver drift down the black of your
robes. The unicorn lay silent and still against the
dark earth, its eyes untarnished even in
death.
Snape's gaze snaps up, caught
by your tone and the perfect enunciation. He pushes
you back hard against the stone wall. It's cool on
your skin, even through thick winter cloth. His
voice is colder. "That, Quirrell, is what I'm
waiting to hear."
"Violence Sev..Severus?" You
combine insouciance with a hiss. His touch grounds
you somehow, brings you back to yourself. You note
Snape looks irritated. Not angry, just irritated.
Of course, he never considered you strong enough to
be a rival. Or interesting enough to be a friend.
You consider telling him, but you know you never
will. It would be different if he cared.
"If that is what it takes."
Snape stares at the stains on your cloak with
narrowed eyes. He puts out a hand and drops it,
something like fear crossing his face before it is
quickly masked. The moment is lost. Once more the
power claims you. Foolish to think he could save
you.
You smile now, and raise firm
hands to Snape's shoulders spinning him round so
your positions are reversed. "It is what it takes."
This time there is no stutter and his lips open
easily under yours. He does not question or protest
but there is tension in the slim hips that press so
tightly against your own.
Your lips wrap around his
flesh. Pale skin that flushes under the heat of
your tongue as you gradually draw life from his
centre. White seed splashes your face and chin.
Tears run down your face. Unicorns bleed silver
when they die. But only humans cry.
-end-
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