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: Devil's Pet
BY: Ratwoman
EMAIL: Ratwoman@unicum.de
RATING: NC-17; includes slash, Bondage, sexual
dependence, and Severus being under a sexual spell.
If any of that is likely to offend you, you're on
the wrong page.
PAIRING: Snape/Voldemort
CATEGORY: AU: Tom Riddle/Voldemort was at the same
time at Hogwarts as was Snape.
SUMMARY: While being a Death Eater and Voldemort's
favourite, Severus makes a shocking discovery.
DISCLAIMER: J.K.Rowling invented Harry Potter. She
wouldn't agree with my story, for obvious
reasons.
NOTE: Kind of sequel (or prequel)to my story: "Lead
us not into Temptations"
NOTE 2: Depeche Mode is extremely inspiring for
slash stories.
"Taken in by the delicate
noise
Knocked to the ground by the subtle thunder
Shackled and bound by the sound of your voice
Wandering around in silent wonder."
Depeche Mode, The sweetest condition
***
The inner circle met again;
it was one of the announced meetings, one when they
didn't have to apparate the second the Dark Lord
called them, one that left people time to prepare.
Severus came a few minutes earlier, yet most of the
others were already there when he entered the
secret room of their meetings.
Severus heard some of them
murmuring, saw them looking at him while he sat
down at his place, which would be at Voldemort's
right side. He knew what they called him when they
thought he didn't hear: the Lord's pet, the Lord's
fuck toy. Let them. They were just jealous.
Voldemort apparated when
everyone was present. The Dark Lord looked quite a
bit different to the boy he had been at school: his
experiments in the Dark Arts had not only brought
him close to immortality, it also had caused some
magical transformations. Presently, the most
striking one was his eyes: they were glowing red.
Who knew him from earlier could also tell that his
nose was flatter, almost inhumanly flat. Except
that, he still was a good-looking man, but the
changes made Severus wonder how far Voldemort was
willing to go in his search for power, and if his
appearance would alter still.
Of course everyone stood up
to hail the Lord. "Oh, sit down." Voldemort said in
a friendly voice. He was in an exceedingly good
mood today.
When they obeyed, Voldemort
stepped to his chair, but before sitting down, he
gripped Severus hair, pulled his head back and
descended for a deep, possessive kiss.
Severus held still when
Voldemort's tongue ravished his mouth, feeling the
blood rush into his genitals. Not only did he crave
Voldemort's touch more than he had ever wanted
anyone else, it also was an additional turn on that
the Dark Lord showed his affection in front of all
the other Death Eaters.
Voldemort broke the kiss and
sat down. "Good news, dear friends," he said. "We
have a spy in the enemies lines."
"Who is it?" Severus
asked.
"I won't tell." The Lord
answered. "Not even you, Darkling." Looking at the
others he added: "The less people know, the
better." With a smile he said: "But that's not why
I called you anyway."
It was about two witches who
opposed the Dark Lord. They spend the following
hour planning the murder on the women. How and when
to get into the house, who would be taking part,
which curses to use... This time they did not need
a potion, so Snape was out of it.
"Good, then everything is
settled." Voldemort said, when the orders were
given. "Don't disappoint me." He added in a
friendly voice that concealed the devastating
consequences of disappointing the Lord.
The Death Eaters raised in
order to leave and prepare for the murder. Standing
up, Severus felt Voldemort's arm curl around his
waist. "Come in fifteen minutes to my bedroom."
Voldemort whispered and licked seductively along
Severus's neck, before he disapparated. Severus
tried in vain to slow down his heartbeat.
***
Precisely fifteen minutes
later Severus apparated in his Lord's bedroom. It
was empty, so Severus stayed in the middle of the
room and waited. He didn't have to wait for long;
soon the door opened and his Lord came in: "Hello
Darkling!" he said smiling, putting an arm around
Snape's waist to pull him close. Voldemort's tongue
darted out and licked tentatively along Severus's
cheek. Severus tried to catch his tongue with his
lips, but Voldemort drew back quickly. One hand
clawed into Severus hair to hold his head still.
Severus looked into his Lord's red eyes, shivering
in lust and fear. Fear because he wanted, needed
him so much that it almost hurt. He wanted his Dark
Lord to ravish his body, take him and possess him,
to devour him and make him a part of him.
His Lord smiled in a way that
showed that he knew exactly how addicted Severus
was to him. Then he kissed him again, in his usual
greedy, possessive way, one hand still clutching
Severus's hair, the other gripping his buttocks.
Severus moaned into Voldemort's mouth, keeping his
hands to himself because he knew his Lord preferred
him to be passive. Except if he ordered him to be
active.
Finally Voldemort broke the
kiss and pushed him backwards to the bed. Severus
fell over the edge onto the black satin sheets.
Voldemort crawled over him, stalking him like a
panther.
"You're mine." He whispered.
"You know that?"
"Yours forever." Severus
replied.
The Lord licked slowly along
Severus's throat. "I could rip out your throat with
my teeth and no one would dare to object." He
whispered, and bit down hard. Severus screamed in a
mixture of pleasure, pain and fear. "But I know
better use of you." Voldemort added, gripping
Severus wrists with his hands and pinned them down
over his head. "Clavio!" he called. Snape knew that
spell, Voldemort had used it quite often on him; it
meant, he wouldn't be able to move his wrists for a
while, as if they were nailed in.
Voldemort sat up, smiling his
most wicket smile, before he ripped open Severus's
robes. The Dark Lord moved his fingertips teasingly
along Snape's now bare chest, eliciting him a
whimpering moan. Voldemort leaned down and licked
the skin, the skilful tongue flickering lightly
like butterflies. Severus writhed and moaned
senselessly, when Voldemort licked a wet trail down
his chest to his stomach, getting louder when
Voldemort bit and nipped the sensitive skin of his
belly.
His Lord paused to rip open
the rest of Severus's robes. Skilled fingers
circled his erection, touching only oh so lightly.
Severus shamelessly raised his hips to meet
Voldemort's touch, but the Dark Lord withdrew with
an amused smile and slipped out of his own robes.
Severus watched with greed as Voldemort exposed his
slender body and cast the clothes aside.
At a gesture the drawer of
the bedstead opened and a bottle floated into his
hand. Voldemort opened it and poured something onto
his hand, then painted some winding signs onto
Severus's chest, murmuring words he couldn't quite
hear. It was not the first time the Lord did that.
Severus knew better than to ask questions Voldemort
would never answer, so he just watched his Lord.
What was he murmuring? Something with an u, another
u, an m.... No, he couldn't figure it out.
When finished, Voldemort
moved his fingers down Severus's sides, raking his
fingernails along his hips. Severus closed his eyes
and threw back his head, moaning in pleasure. He
felt his Lord's hands travelling to his behind,
squeezing his buttocks. Severus raised his hips to
give his Lord better access. Voldemort widely used
the possibility to knead the muscle until Severus
was screaming and writhing and begging for
more.
Severus felt one
oil-slickened finger enter his anus and scratch his
prostate. Severus tried to move his hips to meet
the intruding finger, but his body was already
completely stretched towards his Lord, so the spell
that pinned his wrists down kept him from moving
any further. Voldemort withdrew and his hands
kneaded Severus's buttocks once more, before he
parted them and smashed in.
Severus completely abandoned
himself to the sensations, wave after wave bringing
him closer to orgasm until he exploded on a crest
of ecstasy.
***
Severus Snape smiled in
remembrance of last night, while he browsed through
the bookshelves of the Great Magic Library in
London. How came that each and every time the Dark
Lord slept with him seemed better than ever before?
Severus felt the need rising up in him again, the
need to be touched and possessed by his Lord, to
feel his tongue tasting his skin, his teeth biting
down, his cock moving in him... Severus forced
these thoughts away. After all, he was here to
work.
He was searching for a book
about potions, that could be used to control
people, potions for making people very susceptible
for suggestions. There were several books about
controlling spells, but none about potions of that
kind. Severus nevertheless took one of the books
and browsed through it. A spell to tame wild
animals, a curse to hypnotise an enemy... Severus
frowned when he found a page with strangely winded
signs. He could swear he had seen them
before.
The spell described was one
used to strengthen an existing binding spell, which
had to be used in combination with sexual magic, as
its force hit in the moment of orgasm.
These signs were to paint
with a special oil mixture on the victims chest,
while one was to murmur "iunctum mane".
Were those the words
Voldemort had whispered yesterday?
Severus almost dropped the
book. Had his Lord really...? That couldn't be,
Voldemort loved him!
Shaking, Severus sat down at
a table and looked through other pages of the book.
Had not Voldemort used some of the binding spells
on him? That one for sexual dependence looked much
like something his Lord sometimes did to him, but
he had said it was a protection spell!
And that one to install a
link between spell-caster and spell-bound, with the
circle cast around them, was not that the spell his
Lord had used the first time they had had
sex?
Severus closed the book with
a thud. No, it just couldn't be! Why should
Voldemort do such things when he loved and adored
him anyway?
He shivered when another
thought clouded his mind: what when he would not
love the Lord without the spells?
No, he would find out whether
Voldemort had put him under a spell. And then he
would laugh and be ashamed about his doubts.
Severus put the book back and
stormed out of the library, rushing to his small
apartment.
***
In his home, Severus quickly
cast a circle around him, sat down cross-legged and
slowed down his breathing. It was not easy to get
into a trance while he was so upset, but Severus
was a pro. When he had calmed down enough, Severus
willed his mind onto the astral plane. Now he could
see the results of spells cast on him. A thick
greenish rope of energy was curled around his neck
like a leash.
Severus shifted his
consciousness into his astral body and stepped out
of his real body. Crouching down, he watched
himself cross-legged on the floor. Beside the big
rope there were several small threats like a spider
web around him. His Lord really had been
thorough.
To make sure it was
Voldemort's doing, he carefully followed the rope,
through the walls, over astral landscapes, until he
saw a glimpse of his Lord at the horizon, the rope
ending with him. Severus stopped and hurried back,
afraid that his Lord might notice him if he came
any closer.
His astral body flew back
into his real one and Severus opened his
eyes.
It was true.
*
Severus slowly stood up. He
could hardly believe it. His Lord, his lover had
really used spells to bind him. A wave of disgust
washed through Severus. That was... abuse!
Severus sat down, wondering
what to do now. Breaking the spell was not really a
problem; he knew how to cut the tie. The problem
was, Voldemort would notice it the same second. And
then he would kill him.
And if he ran away and hid,
Voldemort would find him, the leash would lead him
the way.
Severus buried his head in
his hands. Gods, what should he do?
A sharp burning pain in his
left arm made him scream in surprise. The Dark
Mark, his Lord was calling! Without a further
thought Severus disapparated.
*
He apparated in the Dark
Lord's office. Voldemort was sitting at his desk
over a book. Severus was the only Death Eater who
appeared. Was he the only one called?
Voldemort looked up and gazed
at him questioningly: "Is everything alright,
Darkling?"
Severus tried to suppress the
upcoming panic. He must have mentally been pulling
on the leash. "Yes, my Lord." he said.
"Weird, because I had the
sudden feeling that something was wrong." The Lord
said, rising. "My intuition seldom fails me." He
stepped closer to Severus, his red eyes gazing at
him not worried, but scrutinising. "You look pale,
Darkling."
Damn, damn, damn, what could
he say? "I... I was upset because I've seen James
Potter in town. You know how much I hate
him."
Hatred was something
Voldemort could understand. With a smile he said:
"I'll take care of Potter soon, Darkling!"
Snape's smile was genuine; he
was just glad to have shaken off his Lord's
suspicion.
Voldemort passed his fingers
through Severus's hair. It had a natural tendency
of getting greasy, but since he was with the Dark
Lord, Snape did all he could to keep it smooth. For
him. He who used and betrayed him.
Voldemort's grip in his hair
tightened and he moved closer to kiss him. The
sensations of the tongue exploring the cavities of
his mouth send the same shivers of need through
Severus's body, the same old desire to be his. But
would he feel that even without his Lord's
spells?
Never breaking the kiss,
Voldemort started unbuttoning Severus's robes. Some
part of his mind was screaming at Snape, that he
was again being abused, bound by some sexual
spells. He told his mind to shut up. There anyway
was not anything he could do about it now.
***
Professor Dumbledore was
humming a melody, when he entered his office. He
stopped abrubtly when he saw the intruder sitting
in his armchair.
"You really should take more
care with your locking spells." The intruder said.
"I could break them within seconds."
Dumbledore closely watched
the man. He was tall, thin, long black hair, a
prominent nose and a sullen look on his face. Yes,
he remembered him.
"You always were very
talented, Severus." Dumbledore said as if it was
not so unusual to suddenly have people sitting in
his locked office.
Dumbledore took the boiling
tea-pot from the open fire in the chimney. "Want
some tea?" he asked, making a mental note to check
the locking spells later.
"No, thank you." Snape
answered.
"If you're not here to drink
a cup of tea with me," Dumbledore said, "why
then?"
When Severus looked up,
Dumbledore was worried about the desperate look in
his black eyes.
"I need help." Severus said
with a voice dripping with self-disgust. Dumbledore
realised that the proud young man probably had
never before asked anyone for help.
The headmaster sat down in an
armchair opposite Snape and looked earnestly at
him. "What can I do for you?"
Severus looked almost
frightened. "I don't really know."
Dumbledore took a sip of his
tea and said: "Well, just tell me about your
problem and I'll see what I can do for you."
Severus laughed without
humour. "My problem is, I'm a Death Eater!"
Dumbledore dropped his cup.
Swearing, he wiped the hot drink off his robes.
Then he looked at Snape, trying to get back his
calm.
"Not just any Death Eater,"
Severus added, jumping up to nervously pace the
room. "I'm the Dark Lord's whore."
This story got worse each
second. "Why?" Dumbledore only asked.
"Because I love him!" Severus
hissed. "Or at least that's what I thought!"
Dumbledore watched the young
man pacing the room like a caged tiger, patiently
waiting for him to go on with his story.
Finally Snape said: "But now
I realised that he put me under some binding
spells. Me, his lover, his favourite!"
"What kind of binding
spells?" Dumbledore carefully asked.
"Oh, I don't know, whichever
spell he could find!" Severus called. "Spells that
would ensure my loyalty, spells that would make me
love him, spells that would make me sexually
dependant on him!" Snape paused, staring at
Dumbledore: "You don't believe a word of what I'm
saying!"
Presently, Dumbledore was
quickly switching his view on the astral plane;
there were only few wizards who could do that
without getting into a trance, however, Dumbledore
was one of them. Now he clearly could see the leash
like robe and the spiderweb threats that held Snape
captive.
"Yes, I do believe you."
Dumbledore calmly said. "When did that
start?"
"In my last year at school."
Severus replied. "He seduced me... to try out
sexual magic," Snape looked nervously at
Dumbledore. The headmaster had to bite back a
smile. He did not know one single wizard who had
never experimented with sexual magic; no need for
Snape to be nervous about that special part of the
story.
"I think, that was the first
time he put a binding spell on me." Severus added
with a frown, as if he was not sure. "I only found
out yesterday that he used every single time to
install more binding spells on me." His voice full
of loathing he added: "Even now I crave him with
every fibre of my body."
"Would you have become a
Death Eater if he did not put spells on you?"
Dumbledore asked.
"No." Severus said. After a
second thought he added: "Maybe. I don't know. I
never had the chance to decide."
Dumbledore sighed. Love
spells were so cruel. To force ones will onto
another person by use of magic... That was actually
a form of rape. Dumbledore always felt sad when he
saw how thoughtless students used love spells,
seemingly not knowing how much harm they could
cause with it.
But Voldemort was not a naive
student who did not think about the
consequences.
Severus had stopped pacing
the room, just stood there hugging himself. He
looked quite pathetic.
"I suppose you're not here to
ask me how to cut the leash, because a wizard as
powerful as you should know how." Dumbledore
said.
"And a wizard as powerful as
the Dark Lord will notice if I cut the leash."
Severus replied. "And then he will kill me."
Dumbledore slowly nodded. The
situation was indeed difficult.
"I want you to kill me."
Severus suddenly said.
Dumbledore gasped in
disbelief. "What?"
"Kill me before he does!"
Severus said, turning to Dumbledore with feverish
glowing eyes. "I will tell you all I know about him
and his plans, and then you kill me before he has a
chance to! That way I will at least have some
revenge!"
"But Severus," Dumbledore
said, rising to his feet, "there must be another
way."
"There isn't." Severus said.
"I can't run away, and I don't want to stay with
him." His face twisting desperately he corrected.
"Well, actually I do want to stay with him."
Dumbledore understood what
Snape meant. He felt betrayed and abused by his
Lord, and at the same time the spells forced him to
want to go back. Any man would despair about
that.
Dumbledore put a hand on
Snape's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "You
want his downfall?"
"Yes, that's why I'm going to
tell you all I know." Severus said.
An idea started to form in
Dumbledore's mind. "You could do more than
that."
Severus looked at him
questioningly.
"But it won't be easy."
Dumbledore said. "You will have to stay alive for
it." Dumbledore gently pushed Severus onto a chair
and sat down opposite him. "I can show you how to
weaken the leash without actually cutting it. If
you do it carefully, he won't notice." Severus
frowned doubtfully. "You will go back to him,"
Severus fearfully shook his head, "and report to me
everything you find out. With your help he will be
defeated, and you will be free."
Dumbledore could see
Severus's mind at work. "I will still be under his
spell." He slowly said.
"But it won't affect you as
much." Dumbledore replied. With real sympathy he
added: "I know, I'm asking much of you..."
Severus slowly nodded. "I'll
do it."
Dumbledore wondered, whether
it was wise to trust Snape. But there was nothing
as reliable as wounded pride.
***
Severus had not seen his Lord
for a couple of days; Voldemort had gone on a
travel the day Severus had visited
Dumbledore.
The weakening of the leash
that Dumbledore had showed him worked quite well;
Severus did not crave for his Lord as much anymore.
Yet he felt nervous about having to face him now
that his Lord had called.
Severus apparated in
Voldemort's bedroom. It was dimly lit by
candlelight. How romantic, Snape thought
sarcastically.
His Lord, sitting in an
armchair, slowly raised to his feet when Severus
appeared. "I missed you, Darkling." he said when he
stepped closer.
Yeah, sure. He had missed
fucking him so that he could put more binding
spells on him.
Severus wanted to reply
something about missing his Lord, too, when he
noticed some more changes. Voldemort's skin had
always been pale, but now it was almost white, and
scaly as a snake's skin.
"What happened?" Severus
asked.
Voldemort shrugged. "The
price for power. I didn't expect this, but, at
least, it makes me immune to all sorts of poisons."
Then he smiled and brushed Severus's hair out of
his face. "I'm still the same man that I was
before, Darkling." he added.
His touch felt cool, but it
still sent shivers of lust through Severus's body.
Not as strong as before, but...
And His Lord's red eyes were
just as mesmerising as before.
Minutes later, Severus found
himself tied to the bed, screaming in ecstasy as
his Lord used his body.
***
"Getting lost in the folds of
your skirt
There's a price that I pay for my mission
A body in heaven and a mind full of dirt
How I suffer the sweetest condition."
Depeche Mode, The sweetest condition
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