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Eating Death
Becoming a Death Eater, especially one more trusted and higher up the ranks, when Barty's age wasn't exactly easy. There were always rivalries between the members, something very much intended by the Dark Lord. He didn't want them to trust each other more than necessary. All ways of ensuring he could control and rule through fear.
But Barty had ways of earning and keeping respect. He was powerful and talented, not to mention shrewd and vicious. Besides, there was always that intensity, the slight off-vibe. No one wanted to cross him. Most knew not to mention his father to his face. He had found a way to have his weaknesses work for him rather than against him.
And so it was no wonder that he was chosen for missions like these, where he and Severus Snape were sitting in a room in an inn, to keep close surveillance at someone occupying the neighbouring room. Someone who was currently sleeping, which made the whole operation fairly boring. Barty sat in one of the armchairs, slouching, in fact. He was tapping his fingers against the table while chewing on his lower lip, eyes flicking to Severus every now and then.
Suddenly he rose and walked over a short distance to the bed. He didn't say anything as he took off his robe, not much of a show, just very matter of fact movements, until his upper body was bare. Only a vague plan had formed so far, but every now and then improvisation just made things more lively.
But Barty had ways of earning and keeping respect. He was powerful and talented, not to mention shrewd and vicious. Besides, there was always that intensity, the slight off-vibe. No one wanted to cross him. Most knew not to mention his father to his face. He had found a way to have his weaknesses work for him rather than against him.
And so it was no wonder that he was chosen for missions like these, where he and Severus Snape were sitting in a room in an inn, to keep close surveillance at someone occupying the neighbouring room. Someone who was currently sleeping, which made the whole operation fairly boring. Barty sat in one of the armchairs, slouching, in fact. He was tapping his fingers against the table while chewing on his lower lip, eyes flicking to Severus every now and then.
Suddenly he rose and walked over a short distance to the bed. He didn't say anything as he took off his robe, not much of a show, just very matter of fact movements, until his upper body was bare. Only a vague plan had formed so far, but every now and then improvisation just made things more lively.
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He would have been lying if he said Barty didn't make him a little nervous. Barty had a way of making everyone nervous. Severus was no stranger to how cruel and malicious Barty could be - he'd witnessed such maliciousness and cruelty with his own eyes enough times to know Barty was not a man to be crossed, by any merit of the word. But even without having witnessed such things, there was something about Barty that was plain menacing. Psychotic. It was his eyes: the way they darted to and fro, sharp, intelligent, observing, like a vulture waiting for prey. And that snake-like way in which he would occasionally flick his tongue out; not to mention that sinister smile of his.
But, well-schooled by the Dark Lord in Occlumency, Severus was mostly able to keep that nervousness hidden away under his cool, calm, almost always cold demeanour. And that was the demeanour he was sporting now as he glanced up yet again to watch Barty rise from the armchair and wander across to the bed. Severus lowered his eyes back to his reading - he idly wondered what time it was; stakeouts like these required them to stay awake all night, and the hours could certainly drag - only to turn his eyes back up again at noticing Barty was undressing.
Severus was instantly, slightly, suspicious. Barty's loyalty to the Dark Lord was as solid and as imposing as a steel tower - his loyalty never faltered, not even when going nearly stir-crazy with boredom the way Severus could plainly see Barty had been doing for the last half an hour. And so, Barty undressing as if getting ready to retire to bed was, to say the least, mildly disconcerting.
Severus chose to remain impassive about it, though. He returned his attention to his book. "We were given strict instructions to remain awake for the duration of the night, not take cat naps," he quietly but pointedly remarked.
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However, there were methods that could help. Catching Severus' off-guard would certainly been one.
"Good," he replied, while turning to face Severus and starting to walk over, "I'm not tired."
Not a lie. He rarely was tired and he never slept much. Or well, of course. Barty closed the distance between them, invaded the personal bottle Severus tried to keep around himself - quite a lot larger than what most people tolerated - as if it was nothing to him. With the very same casualty, he dropped to his knees in front of Severus and, expecting a delayed reaction, lifted the man's robes up enough that he could start undoing his trousers. Whatever the reaction might be, Barty knew no man with foresight would act too harshly when there were hands in close proximity to his crotch.
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It all happened so quickly, too: one minute, Severus was peering at Barty with a brow arched with clear chariness; the next, Barty was kneeling down in front of him, and Severus was so bewildered by it that it took him several seconds to respond.
"What are you--"
His eyes going wide with flabbergasted horror at Barty's hands on the button of his trousers, Severus swiftly snapped his book shut and raised it to belt Barty hard across the side of the head as if to swat away a horrid creature.
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There might be men out there that stayed calm when they felt a wand pointed against their crotch, but if there were, Barty had not yet met them. It was a very good way to make people compliant, in his experience.
"No reason to be so outraged, Severus. I just think you could stand to release some tension."
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He managed to steel himself in the next second, enough to stay seated and enough to ease himself into a state of well-rehearsed calm. The only thing that belied him was the way in which he was eyeing the wand with subdued unease. The hand clutching the armrest was itching to reach into his own robes for his wand; his fingers twitched and flexed in the direction of his sleeve where his wand was, but it was only because of where Barty had his wand trained between his legs that Severus decided against retrieving it.
"I find this rather unorthodox," Severus replied in a carefully level voice, eyes not leaving the wand pointed at his groin. "Unnecessary, even. Lower your wand, Barty."
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Even as he spoke, so calmly as he copied Severus' forced tone of voice, mocking effortlessly, his hand continued to undress him, until, while his wand was still pointed steadily with the one hand, the other actually wrapped around Severus' cock.
"How exciting is danger to you?" An idle question, judging by tone alone, but the look in Barty's eyes as he watched Severus' face was darker and deeper than that.
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A soft breath escaped him when Barty actually reached into his pants and before Severus could stop himself, he let his hand go from the armrest and snatched Barty's wrist. His intent was to shove Barty's hand away - but he eyed the wand again and Severus found himself unable to do anything.
"Stop this at once," Severus quietly said, his voice nearly shaking on the last word. "This is... This is most inappropriate."
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Just as he'd spoken the words, he moved his wand, spoke a spell and ropes came from the tip, snaking around the wrist of Severus' hand and then, as he moved his wand further, forcing it up. A flicker and another quick spell and more rope repeated the process on the other wrist, until they were finally forced together and above Severus' head. This only took moments, Barty had obviously done this before.
Lowering his wand again, Barty slowly swiped his thumb over the tip of Severus' cock, sitting back on his heels as he licked his lower lip.
"Seems like I'm in control."
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And then his other wrist was being seized and strung up above him and within seconds, Severus was staring wildly at Barty. "Stop th--"
Barty's hand taking hold of his penis again had him snapping his mouth shut, and another, slightly shakier breath escaped him as Barty's thumb swept just across his sensitive glans.
And out of nowhere, the adrenalin of fear rushing through his veins began pooling southwards. A tightness began slowly forming deep in his balls. His flaccid penis twitched in Barty's hand with the very beginnings of an erection, and Severus tried very hard not to squirm in horror at the way his body was reacting.
"S-stop. Why? Why would you do this?" Because he's Barty, came the immediate response in his head. Severus swallowed. "Don't make me use my magic wandlessly on you. Let me go."
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He looked up at Severus again and raised an eyebrow, then just shrugged with a quietly derisive snort. "Wandless magic? You'd need a lot more focus for that than I'm about to grant you."
One finger trailed along Severus' shaft, between his balls down to the tip. Just enough nail to be on the verge of painful. He finally released his penis, but only so he could press his palm against the inside of his thigh again, forcing his legs further apart.
"Seems like I was right." Now it was Barty's wand that met the very tip and he glanced back up to meet his eyes. "Doesn't take that much to shake you up after all."
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Severus couldn't help but wince along with letting out a shaky gasp. The sensation was sharp, commanding, made Severus think of nothing but his penis and his balls, and he was horrified even further to feel his groin tightening more. But then he forced himself back under control; unfortunately not enough to resume trying to summon magic from within him, to launch Barty away from him.
He licked his lips as Barty met his gaze, twisting his hands in their binds. The way Barty pushed his thighs aside wider - Severus almost lost his resolve again and he dug his heels in against the floor in attempt scoot the seat backwards, except it was already pushed up against the wall. He was trapped. There was nothing he could do. Except...
Turning his head up sharply, he peered at the ropes. He could try to wandlessly charm them undone and he would have, if it wasn't for the fact that Barty's wand was now pointed not just at his groin but directly at his bare penis, which was now hanging low but heavy.
Severus darted his eyes back down to Barty. "You will regret this if you don't stop this at once," he hissed.
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And so Barty leaned forward, parted his lips and - unceremoniously and without hesitation - took the very tip of Severus' penis into his mouth. Nothing more at first, but then his tongue pressed up against it and he moved forward, relaxing his jaw as he took him in deeper. His eyes were still on Severus' face and his nails on the man's bare thigh were leaving red marks as he kept pushing his legs apart.
There was a lot of appeal to being in control. Even more so when it was being in control over someone like Severus Snape.
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"You have to untie me at some point," he managed to say in a warning tone. He swallowed again - his mouth was dry and his tongue clicked thickly at the back of his throat - and tensed up with another, barely suppressed gasp as Barty's mouth closed over the most sensitive part of him.
Severus was powerless to stop his body from reacting. The warm wetness of Barty's mouth, the smooth slickness of his tongue, how instantly good it felt even though that was the very last thing Severus wanted it to feel. That Barty was watching him with those beady, amused eyes made it all the more humiliating and a flinch of pain twisted across Severus' face at Barty's nails digging into his thighs. A throb twitched in his groin, tightening his balls further, causing his penis to start to rise and lengthen.
He was close to begging Barty to stop. Or begging him to... something. But he didn't want to beg. He didn't want Barty rendering him any weaker than he already had. And so Severus clenched his jaw again and peered back down at him with defiance.
"You won't get away with this."
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"If you don't have anything of interest to say, Severus, I think you'd do better to keep quiet. You're sounding very cliched."
His wand was poking against one of Severus' balls and in the spur of a moment, Barty muttered a spell. Just a shock, a spark, some pain. Nothing like what he was capable of, but a tiny taste to see the effect.
He was sitting back on his heels again, eyes finally leaving Severus' face but only to regard the rest of him instead, as if he was taking him under scrutiny. As always, there was a certain intensity to him, but he remained calm. No desire, not even lust was visible in his expression. But there he was looking at Severus, taking that liberty just as he had taken the others.
"I wonder if you'd prefer to be kept in suspense without relief or if you'd rather I granted you some. What would be worse?"
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But he wouldn't give Barty the satisfaction of seeing that. Tipping his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe steadily as his blood continually rushed southward. By the time Barty pulled back to speak, his breath frustratingly teasing and hot against Severus' wet dick, Severus was nearly completely hard.
The shock of pain against his balls issued a surprised cry from Severus, which he tried (and failed) to strangle into silence. His whole body jerked. There was an instant lingering aftereffect of the shock, warm and buzzing. Endorphins were suddenly flowing slightly. Severus' penis swelled to full erection.
Beads of sweat were staring to break out on his brow. Looking back down to Barty, Severus twisted his hands in his binds again; his arms were already starting to ache and grow a little heavy from being raised like this.
Come on, you've been in worse situations than this, Severus tried to tell himself. Except... except those worse situations had been for a purpose. Training to be a Death Eater, training to become strong, powerful, resilient, unfailingly stoic and ready to attack took a great deal of gruelling training, difficult duels, pushing his body through all manner of things to become strong for the Dark Lord. Pushing his mind through remaining undetected as a double-agent took even more energy and strength. This was nothing to the degree of things he'd already been in.
Except he'd never been humiliated like this before. Where he could hide his mind and his pain and his his feelings, he couldn't hide the way his body was reacting to this. Barty was giving him nowhere to hide. The only thing he had left was to try to reason with him.
"We're meant to-to be hiding out," he said, his voice sounding nowhere near as steady and commanding as he would have liked. "We're meant to be focused on what the Dark Lord has asked of us. What would he think if he knew you were carrying out acts of-of depravity instead of remaining on guard? We need to be quiet. We-we can't risk being heard." He swallowed again, tugged his hands in his restraints. "This is a very risky, stupid idea, Barty. Untie me at once."
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As the mocking tone returned, he calmed down again, the anger leaving him as sudden as it had started. Buried inside him, more likely, never truly going anywhere. So filled with rage.
"You know as well as I do that one person would be more than enough for a task like this. It's merely for control and, well. Don't you feel under my control by now?"
He shifted a bit on his knees as he slowly pulled his wand away, a thoughtful look on his face, but a dangerous, mischievous glint in his eyes. "But you're right in one aspect, I suppose. We can't risk being heard."
That was the only warning Severus would get before... "Silencio!" Barty laughed as soon as the spell was cast, a short and decidedly malicious sound. "Much better. Maybe if you're being a bit more inspired next time, I'll let you keep your voice."
And that was all he said before leaning forward once more and taking Severus' penis into his mouth, teeth scraping along his skin.
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A frown creased on Severus' forehead at Barty's mention of being heard. And suddenly, he knew what was coming. Eyes widening, he opened his mouth to tell Barty not to be stupid.
Too late. He felt the small shockwave of magic surge against him, silencing his vocal chords. A small but quivering look of genuine fear crossed his face.
Arms strung up, penis erect with the barest hint of precome at the tip, pubic hair exposed, balls tight and still humming from the small shock Barty had issued on them earlier - Severus felt well and truly trapped. He twisted his hands in their binds in futile attempt to break free while Barty leaned in and took his penis back into his mouth.
Dropping his head back, Severus tried shrinking away from Barty's mouth and from his teeth dragging up his shaft. The sensation was simultaneously sharp and blunt - sharp and hot upon immediately touch; blunt and wet and leaving a dull throb in its wake a moment later.
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Another shock and his nails biting into Severus' thighs, the grip used to keep his legs splayed and in place. He pulled back enough to be able to increase the suction without choking, while he cupped his balls and held them, possibly trying to gauge how much more the man could take. Either way, he finally let up, licking his lips as he looked up at Severus with a hint of a mocking smile.
"Eager?" The question didn't need an answer and he moved his wand, pointed the tip against the base of Severus' penis. "Let me help your control." With that announcement, he cast yet another spell, something invisible but constricting wrapping around the hard shaft. Not a very complicated spell, designed to make it impossible for him to reach satisfaction until it was taken from him.
And then Barty got up, giving one of Severus' knees a condescending pat, and picked up the book the man had been reading as he made his way to the bed. He sat down on it, already reading and not even sparing a glance for the helplessly aroused and tied up man.