The Greatest Love of All
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drachenminaTitle: The Greatest Love of All
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Word Count: 254
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/?
Warning: Mention of BDSM, Scat & general not-niceness
AN: Inspired by Snape 100 Challenge#216 Valentine’s Week, but not posted there as it’s (a) too long and (b) has absolutely nothing to do with the prompt, and in fact is probably the very antithesis of Valentine’s Day.
The whore was matter-of-fact as he ran through the list. “Right, so you want to tie me up, beat me with that –“ here, he indicated the cat-o-nine-tails lying on the bed, “- piss on my face, then it’s your basic suck-and-fuck. You want me on my knees, yeah?”
His client nodded his assent.
“So, mouth open or closed?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“When you piss on my face, you want me to keep my mouth open? Open’s extra.”
The client considered. “Open. And you will take this.” He handed a vial to the whore.
“Polyjuice?”
“It’s safe. I brewed it myself. Indeed, I have taken some already.”
The whore smiled. “Not surprised. Now me, I don’t do blackmail, but not everyone’s so picky.” He downed the vial quickly. “So who’s this bastard I’m turning into? And what did he do to make you hate him this much?”
“There is a mirror on the wall. You may observe if you wish. As to my reasons – that is my own business.”
“Fair enough.” The whore looked curiously in the mirror. As his features altered, they split into an incongruous grin. “Hey, if you’ve got ready access to this stuff, I could put a bit of business your way. There’s plenty more out there who’d like a bit of what you’re getting.”
The client scowled. “I do not supply to the public. Now, to business, if you please.”
The whore complied, having taken one last look in the mirror at the sallow features of Severus Snape.
Author:
drachenminaWord Count: 254
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/?
Warning: Mention of BDSM, Scat & general not-niceness
AN: Inspired by Snape 100 Challenge#216 Valentine’s Week, but not posted there as it’s (a) too long and (b) has absolutely nothing to do with the prompt, and in fact is probably the very antithesis of Valentine’s Day.
The whore was matter-of-fact as he ran through the list. “Right, so you want to tie me up, beat me with that –“ here, he indicated the cat-o-nine-tails lying on the bed, “- piss on my face, then it’s your basic suck-and-fuck. You want me on my knees, yeah?”
His client nodded his assent.
“So, mouth open or closed?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“When you piss on my face, you want me to keep my mouth open? Open’s extra.”
The client considered. “Open. And you will take this.” He handed a vial to the whore.
“Polyjuice?”
“It’s safe. I brewed it myself. Indeed, I have taken some already.”
The whore smiled. “Not surprised. Now me, I don’t do blackmail, but not everyone’s so picky.” He downed the vial quickly. “So who’s this bastard I’m turning into? And what did he do to make you hate him this much?”
“There is a mirror on the wall. You may observe if you wish. As to my reasons – that is my own business.”
“Fair enough.” The whore looked curiously in the mirror. As his features altered, they split into an incongruous grin. “Hey, if you’ve got ready access to this stuff, I could put a bit of business your way. There’s plenty more out there who’d like a bit of what you’re getting.”
The client scowled. “I do not supply to the public. Now, to business, if you please.”
The whore complied, having taken one last look in the mirror at the sallow features of Severus Snape.
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Date: 2008-03-18 09:39 pm (UTC)(you may want to give the fluffy Dravilles a wide berth) ;D
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Date: 2008-03-18 09:51 pm (UTC)By the way, I'm reading 'Denial' and absolutely loving it, like biting my fingernails at how rough and dirty it is.. *melts in a puddle*