HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces crushed the potion bottle in his hand hard, and the fragments stuck in his palm, and blood dripped onto the floor beside the bed, causing dazzling blood flowers to bloom.

With an expressionless face, he used magic to treat the wound, took out the soul soothing potion from the alchemy ring, put one hand through Snape's waist, pulled him closer to his body, and held the potion in the other hand against Snape's lips.

"Sev, come on, drink some more."

Snape opened his eyes vacantly and drank all the potion in the bottle.

After he finished drinking, Asseth gently turned his head and carefully examined his expression and eyes.

The function of the soul soothing agent is to soothe the soul, but Snape's current problem is that he cannot distinguish reality and uniformly attributes everything that happens to hallucinations.

Undoubtedly, soul soothers are useless too.

"This is trouble."

Artes murmured that no matter how powerful he was, he could not forcefully reverse Snape's cognition.

Unless something can break through the defenses Snape had set up for himself...

Those things are either a major emotional blow or the pain is unbearable for the body.

He didn't want to use it on Snape.

Laying Snape down on the bed, Artes looked into his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking about a way to break his defenses without hurting him.

An unconventional but potentially effective method suddenly popped into my head.

Aces's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was struggling and considering the consequences of doing so.

It's just...other than this method, he doesn't know what to do.

Aces sighed helplessly.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand through the nape of the wizard's neck on the bed and leaned down with a clear purpose.

When their lips met, he paused, and finally a comforting kiss landed on the corners of his lips.

Such a close distance was enough for Artes to see the confusion in Snape's eyes. He stepped back a little and stared at Snape's confused, almost obedient eyes. His Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, and his voice became hoarse.

"Sev, look into my eyes and tell me, would I do the same to you in the hallucination?"

Artes was sure that the relationship between the two was a secret, and this memory was definitely hidden well by Snape. He was just an ordinary colleague that Voldemort could create, and he would never behave like this.

The intimate behavior that goes beyond ordinary colleagues, and the attitude that is completely different from hallucinations, may... allow Snape to distinguish whether it is reality or not.

Tonight's events felt like a hopeless, long, endless dream to Snape.

The night was slightly cold, and he couldn't remember how many times he had walked out of Malfoy Manor in a daze.

After experiencing the Cruciatus Curse and Legilimency for so long, he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him and didn't know what was happening. He could only follow Voldemort's orders and walk numbly to Hogwarts.

Dazedly, he followed all the instructions given to him, like a puppet, following every word and action.

Even if he returned to the main entrance of Hogwarts and heard Arthur's voice there, he would not dare to look back, stay or get close.

Because he has seen too many Assis.

The faces they betrayed crazily tore at his sanity and drove him into the abyss of despair.

He dared not trust anyone anymore and could only let himself be immersed in the darkness until the light disappeared.

Aces appeared in his eyes again.

He remained unmoved, but his brain couldn't help but recall that he returned to Hogwarts again and again, met Artes again and again, and was tempted, used, and betrayed again and again.

He was so tired and just wanted to sleep quietly.

It doesn't matter even if I fall into darkness forever.

In the midst of confusion, a gentle kiss on the lips reopened his world.

Lips?

Snape looked confusedly at Asseth in front of him, as if he was grasping something, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes.

He seemed stunned and seemed to be judging. Asses didn't know and could only wait for the trial quietly.

The next second, Snape seemed to be sure that the person in front of him was real and would not betray him. A ripple appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Ass's collar.

Artes had no defense against Snape, and fell down as soon as he pulled him, and fell towards the head of the bed.

His teeth dented his thin lip.

Snape's movement was too sudden and unexpected. No matter how quickly Artes reacted and supported himself with his hands, he still inevitably knocked Snape.

"I hit..." Artes frowned, propped himself up and looked at Snape's lips, "Does it hurt?"

Snape felt the pain but paid it no mind.

Once again, he pulled down Asseth, who had just propped himself up and was checking the wound on his lip.

He opened his lips slightly and bit Artese's lower lip in an unorganized manner. Their lips and teeth collided with each other. After the brief pain, the smell of rust quickly spread in their mouths.

Snape's remaining sanity made him realize the current situation - there was an error in his perception.

He needs something to help him define the standards of reality and fiction, something that must be within his grasp and something he can trust.

The only person who meets the conditions is the person in front of me.

Artes could vaguely guess the reason why Snape did this, so he lowered his head in cooperation, carefully put away his teeth, and allowed Snape to bite his lips violently and break them.

The young and unstructured kiss from the one he admired could easily stir up Ass's heartbeat.

The eyes that had remained calm a moment ago were filled with lust, deep and heavy, like a swirling whirlpool in a black lake. The next second it would swallow up any pedestrian who fell into the lake and imprison him forever.

He couldn't help but start to fight back, but he still tried to restrain himself, followed Snape's rhythm, and used himself to relieve his confusion about the world.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the bedroom gradually changed with the exchange of lips and teeth and the ambiguous swallowing sounds. Artes could still maintain his sanity, but Snape, who didn't have much sanity to begin with, could not.

He completely forgot that his original intention was to find the anchor point of reality and distinguish reality from illusion.

His brain was taken advantage of in the chaos, and he jumped from the illusion created by Voldemort to another illusion.

Unlike the need to restrain his every move in front of Voldemort, his subconscious told him that he could be arrogant in front of this person.

He was no longer satisfied with just kissing, and his hands, which were usually flexible in turning various herbs into potions, groped and roamed around Ass's body.

Unable to get the soothing emotion to hit his brain, his pale cheeks were stained with a touching thin red.

Across the quilt, he rubbed himself against Ass unbearably to relieve the discomfort in his body.

Asses's breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy. Unknowingly, his hands gently opened the loose nightgown, caressed his unresisting waist, and continued to explore downwards.

The war of desire is about to break out.

Aces lowered his head, his eyes touched Snape's unintentional expression of trust and undefended posture, and suddenly...hesitated.

He knew that according to the current situation, even if he continued, it would be difficult for Snape to refuse.

But that's not what he wants.