HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape habitually wanted to say something sarcastic, but when the words came to his lips, he unconsciously suppressed the sarcasm and added a bit of intimacy, "I thought you weren't drunk?"

"Sev, you still don't understand what I mean."

Aces Shiran came over.

The smile that used to appear harmless and gentle in the past was deliberately restrained, but at this moment, it was somewhat unspeakably aggressive.

The sharp edge revealed makes people dare not look directly.

He half-crouched in front of the sofa, took the hand on the edge of the sofa and put it against his face. His eyes slowly and carefully traced Snape's lips, and his voice became more and more dangerous.

"I mean, we're the only ones in the cellar tonight. In other words, we can do whatever we want and no one will bother us."

This time, Snape finally noticed the danger filling the air and someone's eyes that were almost on fire.

He sat upright stiffly, his drunkenness completely dissipated, and his brain was uncontrollably recalling what he had done before.

One by one, they are full of impact.

Snape looked around guiltily, but he didn't dare to lower his head and look towards Artes.

It can be said that Artes was a disaster tonight. If it weren't for his strong will, this ugly man would be out of control, although there is nothing wrong now.

After all, suddenly putting on a coat is too obvious.

A few drunkards must not have noticed, and Draco may not be that smart, but Dumbledore is as smart as a fox, so it is impossible not to notice.

Snape calmly glanced at Artes's throat, which could not help but hold back, and had a general understanding of his state.

Very bad condition.

What's worse is that he is not much better. The fire just now has not completely subsided, but this memory has rekindled the fire.

He could feel his arousal growing.

Physiological excitement.

But Asseth was squatting in front of him, and he couldn't see his reaction.

In front of Asseth...this is too much.

Damn it!

Snape cursed inwardly and tried to cross his feet unnaturally, but was blocked by the squatting Artes.

"If your eyes are fine, you should know that you are in the way, now! Leave!"

Snape scolded sternly, even leaning down and reaching out to push Artes.

"I can't live without this situation, Sifu, can't you feel it too?"

Artes smiled meaningfully, kept his head tilted up, grabbed Snape's hand, pulled him down, and kissed him for a long time.

Snape was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Arthur's action. He didn't regain his strength in time, and he still kept leaning forward.

After the kiss, Asseth panted and let go, "Want to drink? Then I can drink with you now."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, touched Snape's alchemy ring, and used magic to open the ring.

A jar of wine appeared out of thin air, and it turned out to be the wine Susanna had taken out in the Forbidden Forest.

Snape pursed his lips and his breathing was a little messy. When he saw Artes taking out the wine from him, he panicked, "How do you know?"

"When my cousin brought out the wine, I counted it down. When I left, I took a look and found that a jar was missing."

"Although my cousin looks unreliable, she is very protective of her food. No one else can take away her wine. There is only one possibility. She gave it away herself. If she can give it away, it is either me or you. "

Asseth explained, but his eyes were fixed on Snape, not letting go of the subtle expression on his face.

"You still want to drink, why?"

Snape didn't know how to answer this question, so he turned his head to avoid Artes' sight.

"Okay, let me change the question. I've already taken out the wine. Do you want to continue drinking?"

After all, Artes couldn't bear to force Snape, so he pretended to change the subject easily and held his hand ambiguously.

"Or do you want to do something else?"

"and many more--"

Snape stiffly avoided Artes's hand. Seeing that Artes was still going to continue, he quickly racked his brains to find a reason.

Finally, he found a perfect excuse.

"The first class tomorrow is Potions. I don't have time to fool around with you."

Aces raised his eyebrows lightly and casually unbuttoned his collar, revealing the red marks and tooth marks on his collarbone and neck. "It doesn't matter. I can have someone do it for you. Use polyjuice potion and no one will notice."

When his eyes touched the mark on Artes' neck, Snape suddenly looked away as if he was pricked by a needle.

At the same time, he is more anxious to find excuses.

Asseth has already unbuttoned most of the buttons, and his shirt is open in a messy way. You can see his tight, muscular abdomen. Only the last two or three buttons are missing, and you can fully see the entire waist and abdomen.

But he suddenly stopped, took out the wine glass, and pointed at the wine jar, "Speaking of which, I haven't tried this wine yet. Would you like to have a few sips with me, Sifu?"

Snape just wanted to find something that could temporarily delay time. Anything would do, so naturally he didn't reject Artes' proposal.

Aces sat on the sofa, poured a glass of wine for each of them, picked it up curiously and took a sip.

He was really curious about what kind of wine could make Grindelwald, Rowena and Snape unable to stop drinking.

The wine slid down the throat and was spicy all the way to the stomach.

Aces had drank many kinds of wine, including a lot of spirits, and he was well adapted to the spicy taste in his throat and would not feel uncomfortable.

He savored the sweet aftertaste after the spiciness, compared it with his own thoughts, and finally concluded that the wine in the Potions Master's mouth was sweeter.

Thinking of this, he looked at Snape.

Snape held the wine, not daring to actually drink it. He leaned against the rim of the glass and sipped to make it look like he was drinking.

"Don't force it if you don't want to drink it." Artes sighed, took Snape's wine and put it on the table, "I don't mean to force you, it's just..."

He closed his eyes in discomfort and opened them again.

All the aggression that was inadvertently revealed was suppressed, and the gentleness of the past was restored.

"Sorry, I took it for granted. Go take a shower and rest. I'll sit down for a while. You don't have to wait for me."

Did he mess up again?

Snape stared silently at the dwindling amount of wine in Artes' hand, remembering Eileen's words at an inappropriate time.

Maybe Erin was right, someone as boring as him, who relied on alcohol to even confess, would only screw up everything.

Aces was keenly aware of Snape's depression.

"Sev? You-"

His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes were thoughtful. Maybe this was an opportunity. Otherwise, the Potion Master would be the only one who would suffer if it dragged on.

After taking the last sip of wine to cheer himself up, Artes leaned over Snape, rubbed his neck, put his arm around his shoulders, and gently pulled him over.

Less than a fist apart, two pairs of similar black eyes looked at each other.

The distance is too close, and all the emotions and emotions surging in the eyes can be seen clearly.

Snape could clearly see the undisguised love in Asseth's eyes and...himself.