HP: Embrace the Darkness

The cold cellar became uncharacteristically hot.

The papers folded on the desk were thrown down at some point and were scattered chaotically on the table. The owner of the paper and the person who corrected the paper did not notice this at all.

"Well……"

Snape, who was sitting on the chair, raised his head and let out a few low gasps from his lips.

Aces stood next to him, with one hand on the table and the other around his neck, drowning those few gasps between his lips and teeth.

Their minds were tightly entangled in the breathtaking kiss, their breathing gradually lost control, and their originally restrained movements became a little more intense.

Aces still retains the last bit of sanity.

The hand that was massaging Snape quietly moved from the back of his neck to the side of his neck near his Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple is more sensitive than the back of the neck.

The moment the warm fingertips touched his Adam's apple, Snape's breathing became more and more chaotic. He opened his eyes suddenly and moved away from the hand that was grabbing at his neck.

Just enough.

He gave a silent warning with his eyes.

Aces didn't panic at all. He held Snape's hand with his backhand and moved his fingertips in ambiguous circles, rubbing them from the roots to the tips. After rubbing them, he replaced them with the next one.

Playing with his carefully cared hand again and again.

After playing with his fingers, he extended his claws to his thin and strong wrist, rubbing his fingertips against the wrist bones.

Immediately, his fingertips slid slowly and slowly, writing letters one after another on the inside of his wrist.

Aces's expression was a little careless, but also vaguely nervous and solemn.

However, his movements were light and slow.

The serious action of writing actually brought out some other meaning to him.

Snape stared at Artes, waited for him to finish writing, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

"Meine Liebe zu dir wird bis zum Tod dauern."

"My love for Severus will last forever."

After the passionate kiss, the two of them breathed a little unsteadily. Asseth took a breath, tried to slow down his speech, and read out the words he wrote word by word.

Snape's fingertips curled up uncontrollably.

His voice, slightly hoarse due to suppressed desire, lazily recited the most straightforward expression of love. To him, it was nothing less than a fire that could burn away his sanity.

Snape closed his eyes, and after a moment, he compromised and said, "What do you want to do?"

"here……"

Aces lowered his eyes, hiding the complexity and sadness in his eyes, and stroked the side of his intact neck.

"Can I kiss you?"

Snape touched the side of his neck in confusion, not understanding why the neck was so kissable.

"Is that okay? Sev."

Artes didn't look at Snape's expression. He only stared at the wound where blood was not oozing out. His dark eyes were full of persistence.

"May I?"

"you……"

Snape looked at Artes, who was surrounded by depression and still thinking about his neck.

I felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Aces's eyes gave him a very strange feeling, as if...

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly.

It was like looking at another person through him.

"Who are you looking at?"

After spending so much time with Artes, Snape was used to asking questions directly, and now was no exception.

Aces was stunned for a moment, pulled out of his memories, and looked at Snape with a complicated look.

"I'm looking at you."

The future you.

Aces didn't say the next words.

Now is not the time to confess. Sorry, Sev, wait for me.

Guilt wracked Asseth's mind back and forth.

He lowered his head, his hands hanging neatly by his sides, clenching them hard, digging his nails into his palms, venting his inner irritability with pain.

Snape could tell that what Artes said was true, and he could also tell that Artes was not in the right mood.

He was silent for a while, then raised his hand to pull Asseth over, and forcefully opened his hand. He looked down and saw several red crescent marks on his palm.

Something that can make this bastard lose control...

Countless possibilities flashed through Snape's mind, and they were quickly suppressed by him himself.

Now is not the time to think about this, besides, there are still missing key clues.

His fingers pressed against the red nail marks in displeasure.

"It won't happen again."

"I see."

Aces thought he was talking about the red mark on his palm, so he suppressed the mixed emotions in his eyes and responded in a low voice.

Snape had to put it more clearly: "For once."

Aces suddenly felt blessed. He stretched out his hand slowly, not hearing any rejection. His movements quickened, and his fingers flexibly opened the buttons on his collar.

The tips of Snape's ears hidden in his black hair were a little hot. He turned his head to the right without any trace, leaving some space and avoiding the meeting of eyes.

Aces smiled softly, leaned down, and placed his warm lips on the side of his neck, without a trace of lust, describing the spot where he saw the gurgling blood.

At this moment, the large areas of bright red in the memory were washed away by the beating pulse, revealing the true face.

His sif is still alive.

Aces closed his eyes, and the fear he had felt since meeting the Black Panther finally settled.

Great, still alive.

Call him selfish or callous, but what he cares about most is Severus Snape, who faces him day and night and sleeps with him in the same bed.

Aces buried himself in Snape's neck, greedily absorbing the bitter herbal scent.

As long as it's okay, that's fine.

Arthur's movements became lighter and lighter, as if he were dealing with fragile porcelain. Even a death curse from Snape could send him to see Merlin.

Feeling that Artes didn't move too much, Snape relaxed and spent half of his time thinking about Artes' anomaly.

From last night to now, this person staying by his side was definitely more than just saying he misses him.

what else?

The two of them were doing the most intimate things, immersed in their own thoughts, and did not notice the gradually lighting up fireplace.

As soon as Dumbledore and Grindelwald stepped out of the fireplace, they saw a shocking scene in front of them.

Their eyes widened in unison.

"Excuse me, Severus-cough...cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

Before Dumbledore could finish his polite words, he broke out into a violent cough. Grindelwald beside him quickly gave him some relief.

When Snape saw Dumbledore, he pushed Artes away suddenly and straightened his messy collar.

Aces was caught off guard and lost his footing, staggering back, hitting the corner of the table with his lower back before he used the corner to stand, glaring displeasedly at the two people who came uninvited.

Grindelwald turned his head away in embarrassment, focusing on letting Dumbledore calm down without even daring to let his eyes drift.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dumbledore had already recovered from his anger, but he didn't know how to face this scene. He could only cough for a while and think about how to break this embarrassing situation.

I bumped into my own employee’s private affairs.

His toes were digging through the cellar floor!