HP: Embrace the Darkness

The two looked at each other quietly.

They were both good at Legilimency and Occlumency, and knew that looking at each other might give them away.

Especially Snape, who relied on Occlumency to walk between Voldemort and Dumbledore.

But he didn't avoid it, and stared at him in Asses's eyes without hesitation.

Artes suddenly smiled, leaned in and kissed the lips that were very close, then looked at Snape seriously and asked seriously: "Can you guess what I am thinking?"

"What?" Snape said in surprise.

Aces repeated patiently: "When you look into my eyes, without using Legilimency, can you guess what I am thinking now?"

Snape seemed to have guessed what Artes wanted to say, his eyes softened, and he shook his head, "No."

If he could, he wouldn't have to guess what Ass was thinking and make himself so embarrassed.

Aces smiled more gently.

"So, Sev, sometimes I really can't guess why you are unhappy. Can you...can you give me a hint? I'm not afraid to guess, but I'm afraid that I won't notice and make you sad."

At the end of the sentence, his voice was a little dry. He paused, took the wine to moisten his throat, hesitated for a moment, and finally said what he had been thinking about for a long time.

"I heard what you said in the Forbidden Forest. Regarding her... I don't know who she is in your mouth. At the same time, I don't care about her so-called lies. No matter what she says, I believe you."

"If you are still worried, then I can tell you very directly. After spending several years together, I am confident that I know you better than she does. It is impossible for a misunderstanding to occur just because of a few words. I also know that you are not her."

"No, it should be said that you are not anyone's shadow. Although it is very vulgar, I still want to say..."

Asseth touched his nose and seemed a little embarrassed, but his voice did not stutter at all, and he spoke clearly the words that had been in his mouth for a long time.

"You are you, unique and unique. No one can replace you as Severus Snape, and the only person I love will be you."

The man cut himself open without reservation and showed his true heart carefully, just to appease his inexplicable temper.

Surrounded by such warm and intense love, Snape felt that he was drunk again, and even drunker than before, almost losing his mind.

He took the wine by accident, took a sip of wine, pulled Asseth into a kiss.

He had noticed just now that when Asseth was drinking, his eyes fell on his lips, presumably because he was still thinking about the kiss that was full of alcohol.

Seeing Snape's actions, Artes was stunned. He still remembered the wine in Snape's hand, took the wine and put it aside, and then went forward without hesitation.

The two of them chased each other's soft lips on the small sofa, separated for only a few seconds and then connected again.

The wine fell into someone's belly during the chase, or it might have been stolen from the sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Artes found some clarity from his desire, braked urgently, stopped his hand on Snape's waist, and stopped moving down, only stroking back and forth.

He calmed down for a while, struggling to maintain his remaining sanity, slightly distanced himself, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I help you?"

After hearing what Ases said, Snape's face became unnatural for a moment, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, using the blind spot of his perspective to hide the happiness in his eyes.

But soon, he remembered what Ass had said and forced himself to raise his eyelids to look at Ass, just in time to see the surprise in Ass's eyes.

"I'm not..." Snape struggled to explain.

But the more he tried to explain that moment of joy, the more powerless he felt.

He met Asseth too late.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to other people's curses, disgust and dirty looks.

So he always wrapped himself in a black robe, hiding in the darkness, trying to hide the ugliness etched in his flesh and blood.

I haven't had this experience with anyone.

Lily, who was closest to him, was just lying side by side on the grass some distance away.

Even Lily couldn't help but smile when faced with his most embarrassing scene.

Snape couldn't help but think back to that disgusting prank - he was hung up, and the ridicule from all directions destroyed all the self-esteem he had worked hard to build up, revealing his embarrassing inside.

"I know." Artes smiled, stopping Snape's divergent thoughts in time, "It's okay, if you are willing to give me a kiss."

Snape recovered from the disgusted memory, met Artes' eyes, and without hesitation, leaned forward and kissed Artes seriously.

Artes obeyed and opened his mouth, allowing Snape to pinch the corners of his lips. He raised his hand naturally and unbuttoned the top button that the Potions Professor usually fastened rigorously.

He didn't unbutton too many buttons. He unbuttoned a few and then stopped, leaving only a small piece of collarbone exposed. He estimated that this should be within the range acceptable to the Potions Master.

Thinking like this, Asseth stretched his hand down.

Snape's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then became more rapid. He moved his head slightly, buried his face in Artes' neck, and kissed him again and again.

Most of Asseth's clothes were already open. After the chase just now, the last few buttons were overwhelmed and fell off. Due to Snape's tossing, the shirt fell directly and got stuck in the crook of his arm, unable to go up or down.

"Don't move yet, Sev."

Artes couldn't bear to ask Snape to stop biting his neck. He didn't know what he would do if he continued like this.

Snape felt something, stopped stiffly, and leaned against Artes quietly.

"I'm sorry, you have too much influence on me." Asses calmed down for a while and said softly.

Snape remained silent and grasped Arthur's hand urgingly. Arthur suddenly understood and kissed the corner of his lips comfortingly, then resumed his actions.

Within a few minutes, the air became more and more noisy, and both of them were covered in sweat from who knows who, making them sticky and uncomfortable.

Ace thought for a moment and pulled open his shirt that was in the way.

"Go to the bathroom?"

Snape was comfortable and didn't object.

The two of them opened the bedroom door and entered the bathroom.

The quiet bathroom became noisy.

The sound of gasping and water alternated, playing music.

"You're crazy, your mouth is for eating!"

Suddenly, Snape's angry scolding came from the bathroom, breaking the silence of the bedroom.

It quickly disappeared, leaving only a blushing and heart-beating gasp.

More than an hour later, the two people who had been making a fuss came out of the bathroom.

Snape was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and didn't care about anything else. He just lay down on the bed and wanted to sleep.

Asseth covered him with a quilt and said, "If someone arrives tomorrow, there's no need to get up in a hurry."

"Ah."

Snape was buried under the quilt, his voice was deep and muffled, and he lost his voice after "um".