HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the dead of night, the cellar was also quiet.

In the bedroom, the usually tidy bed was in a mess - scattered clothes could be seen everywhere. Two quilts were hanging diagonally from the end of the bed, shaking as if they were about to fall down in the next second, and one was covering their owner.

In the middle of the bed, two people were sleeping hugging each other, but their uneven breathing and slightly trembling eyelashes showed that they were just closing their eyes to relax.

Suddenly, a slightly hoarse voice broke the silence, "Sev, are you going to take a shower first?"

"Yeah." Snape responded lazily.

However, a minute passed and the person who said he wanted to take a shower was still lying comfortably on the bed.

Asseth let go of his hand, sat up and leaned against the bedside, looking at the Potions Master with amusement, who couldn't say anything, and leaned over to half-hug the person and put him on his shoulders.

The boy has grown up, and there is an indescribable sense of security when leaning against his shoulders.

Being tightly surrounded by the sense of security and the breath of his lover, Snape felt a little lazy and found a comfortable position to lean on and stayed still.

Asseth kissed his forehead tenderly, "Shall I wash it for you?"

"No." Snape refused decisively. He didn't need to think about what would happen if he asked Arthas to wash him. He didn't want to be late again tomorrow.

"Then wait a minute?" Asseth asked considerately.

Snape thought so too. Just when he was about to nod, he felt the heat on Ass's body.

and many more!

He opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at the abnormality on the quilt, and gave Ass a complicated look.

Men know men best, and he could tell at a glance that Artes had been holding back for a while.

Doesn't this person need a rest?

Thinking of the power of the soft rubbing just now, Snape did not dare to challenge Artes' endurance. He quickly sat up straight and generously gave up all the quilts to Artes.

"I'm going to wash now."

"it is good."

Artes still nodded considerately, as if unaware of the heat surging in his body, and smiled as he watched Snape walk into the bathroom.

"Wow--"

Snape closed his eyes and stood under the water. The cool water poured from head to toe, washing away the sticky sweat and the faint flames.

His groggy brain was awakened by the cold water. Snape moved a little faster, rinsed his body quickly, put on his nightgown and walked out.

Outside, Artes had just made the bed when he saw Snape walking out wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Why so fast?" he asked.

Snape's eyes drifted for a moment and he said dryly: "Go take a shower."

Aces understood, this was because he was afraid that he would hold back the discomfort and make room for him to vent.

"Okay, I'll go now."

After thinking about it, Asseth was not polite, took a change of nightgown and walked to the bathroom.

Snape passed him by, walked to the bed and looked at the clean bed. Satisfied and skillful, he lay back down in his position and covered himself with the quilt.

Lying on the bed, sleep came over him quietly like a frog boiled in warm water. He closed his eyes sleepily, then opened them suddenly, forcing his eyelids to look towards the bathroom.

He had something to ask Asseth and couldn't sleep.

Aces took a shower faster than Snape expected, and he came out wet with moisture in just five minutes.

Seeing that Snape was still asleep, he paused and then sped up.

Snape looked sleepily at Asseth as he walked over, thinking that the time was wrong, it was too fast.

After getting closer, Artes saw clearly the doubt in Snape's eyes, which was both funny and helpless.

"I just took a shower and didn't do anything else. Besides, don't you know how long I lasted?"

As he spoke, he winked meaningfully.

This move reminded Snape of what happened tonight. Now he was no longer sleepy, and he just wanted to settle the score.

Aces quickly yawned.

"Sev, I'm so sleepy."

You deserve to be trapped to death.

Snape gave Artes a hard look, but he no longer thought about settling the score. Instead, he patted the place next to him and motioned for Artes to lie down.

"Come and say something."

"I'll turn off the lights first."

Aces extinguished the only light source in the bedroom, walked through the darkness and lay down on the bed, followed the smell and rolled to Snape's side, hugging his lean waist.

"What's wrong? Sev, what do you want to say?"

Snape raised his hand and used his fingers to find Artes's face in the dark, groping all the way to his eyes, and lightly grazing the ends of his eyes with his fingertips.

"You...cryed this morning?"

"How did you—" Asseth's expression went blank in the darkness for a moment, and then he asked in confusion, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Snape pursed his lips.

It's not like I suddenly thought of asking.

The tear just wiped his face and burned all the way to the bottom of his heart.

He had wanted to ask for a long time.

But maybe it was because he was so shocked at the time that he felt it was too unreal, and he never took it to heart. He didn't even think of asking until now.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Snape said calmly.

Put yourself in my shoes, if it were him, he wouldn't want to talk to others about such things.

At this thought, Snape no longer insisted on the answer, ignored the vague regret, and took back his hand to sleep.

Asseth sighed helplessly, "I don't mean to say it, I'm just a little embarrassed."

Hearing these words, Snape opened his eyes silently, as if he knew he was listening, and Artes continued without pausing.

"If you want to know, there's nothing you can't say. I did cry this morning. I was so deeply in love that I couldn't control myself..."

Artes grabbed Snape's retracted hand, guided him to touch his raised lips, and placed a gentle kiss on the fingertips that brushed the end of his eyes.

"Crying with joy, it's such an honor."

So don't regret it, my love.

Snape miraculously understood the uneasiness hidden in Artes' unfinished words, and his heart suddenly became sour and soft. He couldn't help but lean in and hug him.

"I have never regretted agreeing to you. I just feel that the time is not right now. I can't give you a future...and Potter. I want to protect him. This is what I owe Lily and I must pay it back to her."

The oppressive weight in the words was comparable to the huge boulders standing on the top of the mountain. He didn't know how long he had been suppressing it in his heart. Artes hugged Snape tightly in distress.

"I understand, but I don't care. You are clear about what I want from the beginning to the end. Take your time. I guarantee that our future will be with each other. As for now, you can protect Potter if you want. We can be together."

The pain that has been tied together for many years and weighed down on the body and mind can be greatly relieved in a few words. It is incredibly simple.

Snape felt sleepy.

The comfort rising from his soul brought him sleepiness, but he had not forgotten the most important task of the day.

Thinking of what he was going to say next, Snape tightened his arms, lowered his head and listened to Artes' steady heartbeat, and his pounding heart gradually calmed down.

He said the words he had been thinking about for a long time.

"If something happens to me—"

"impossible!"

Artes interrupted the sentence without hesitation, but Snape, who was leaning on his shoulder, could clearly hear his voice trembling slightly, his heart rate was also out of control, and the muscles in his body tensed in an instant.