2002-11-01 07:21:00,
Today is the first day...

Of my life as a 17 Year Old. Again. How was my Birthday? Well, I got a note from Blaise, she wants to meet up with me, SO it looks like she may have found out about it...

Snape? Well, after I was interrogated about my trespassing into his Rooms, I let a mental musing about my birthday slip, and he picked up on it. 

I told him I had simply planned to go drink myself into a coma, and he then offered quite Potente Potables of his own. This went along fine until I snarked my way into a silly session of Birthday Spanking that went terribly dark. 

It started out fun, as foreplay, I thought, then he again LOST IT. He put his hand to my ass so hard and repeatedly that I am again having a hard time sitting. After the spanking crossed the line of being "amusing" he suddenly shoved me off of his lap, onto the floor and warned me away from him. 

When I did I go from Sex Toy to Whipping Boy? I would like to know. Something big, and bad is brewing with him. I can feel it. I am being pushed away from him, his anger and the danger I obviously do not see because of it. Dammit I wish he could know I am not truly the child I appear to be. I could help. I know I could. 

Voldemort. He has to be behind this. I am being pushed away for my own protection, my own good. He values me this much? 

I want to cry, and to slap him at the same time. I want to many things, none of which I can have. 

As ever.

2002-11-01 07:43:00,
OWL POST to Remus Lupin

Remus, 

It does my heart good to hear that you want to see me, but I am afraid I will have to refuse your request for an audience. 

This has nothing to do with our past my friend. It has everything to do with the present and the work I am doing for Albus. You have no idea how much it hurts me to not be able to tell all there is to this, especially considering the past. 

I am nearby, watching all of the goings on as much as I can. But because of the method I am using to hide, I cannot meet with you in person. Can you ask me what you need to in Owl Post?

Forgive me Remus, please. There is nothing I need more than to be able to see you, to speak to you, but I just can't.

Sirius

2002-11-01 22:47:00,
Finally Friday...

So fucking what. You would think, that considering the debaucle my birthday was, thanks to HIM, things would have been better today.

I was so wrong. I was clearly ignored in Potions, to the point I am sure it had to be noticed by some one, Gruffindor or Slytherin. When Snape's Golden Serpent, raised his hand, ahead of the Gryffindors yet again, only to be shot down with "Stop showing off Grim. Give someone else a chance..." 

I became sullen and silent like Viktor Krum after that. I left class first, and sod him if I will do the homework this weekend. 

I would like to know what the bloody Hell I did wrong, to deserve this. Cherished? Protected? If this is the case, I think I prefer it elsewhere. I am not good at appreciating cold love. 

If in fact that is what this is, for either of us. 

As ever.

2002-11-02 19:53:00,
Saturday Nights all right for fighting,

But, the would only get me detention, so I have locked myself in my room with a bottle of stolen mead. Yes, I should have been studying today, but with the link closed, by both of us, I went Marauding...

The Passage under the One Eyed Witch, the trusty standby, and soon I was in the basement of Honeydukes. A short time later and a few visits done, I was loaded down with several shrunken bottles of Mead and headed back home to Hogwarts. 

I am laying in bed now, writing this, and will soon imbibe. I have no plans for tomorrow. I may sleep all day. 

Who knows? Who cares?

As ever.

2002-11-03 21:38:00,
A cry in the night.,

An IC RP with Jack Grim.

Jack was laying on his bed, thumbing through a book of Hexes he had pilfered from the Restricted Section of the Library. He was expressing his anger and disappointment in childish ways to be sure. It was almost as if he was trying to incur the wrath of someone in particular. 

He thumbed through the book, perusing the various hexes and curses while sipping at his mead. It was all going along quite swimmingly until the silent call of distress came slamming into his mind. 

Snape, terrified. Voldemort, murderous. 

"Master!" he cried out. Reflex. Adrenaline flooding his system. He sat up on the bed, eyes wide, looking around, then he closed them. Where are you? he screamed on his own, then again he was shut off, but not before an image came through to him. A fine Mansion. Rich elegant. Snape Manor. 

"Snape Manor? He's there?" he asked in a trembling whisper, then moved to slip from his bed, and go to help. At that very moment however, something happened to prevent him from doing that. 

The Ouroboros was moving, and suddenly tightened around Jack's neck with such sudden power and strength, he cried out and reached his hands up to try and free himself of it. It was as if he was being strangled again, and this time there was nothing erotic about it. 

"Help... Help me..." he tried to yell, but it was barely a whisper. He fell back onto his bed, still trying to force his fingers under the metal serpent and push it away from his neck. Master... please... he cried out as he felt his vision fading, and the metal serpent tightened more. 

There came no reply, only the steely embrace of the Ouroboros, unyielding to pulls or pleas. Jack tried to pull air into his lungs but the passageways were cut off. He opened his eyes just in time to see everything turn grey, then black."

2002-11-04 07:45:00,
A Present from the Master,

Who else could it be from? I awoke this morning to find the most beautiful of tomes at the foot of my bed waiting for me. It is a thing of ancient and rare beauty, and while I am not one to get emotional over books, this, is a work of bound art. 

The cover, the pages, the precise setting of the type. I can see where the ancient lead type met fine paper and left subtle indentations with each letter. It pains me I do not have the time to lay here with ti now, alone in my room and read it from cover to cover, but I would be missed in classes, and I have given my word to be better than all in my House in my academic endeavors. 

I shall take it with me, wrapped in a linen shroud and attempt to read through it in any spare moment I have. 

Thank you Master, it is by far the most wondrous present I have ever been given in my entire life. Thank you. As this book now belongs to me, I shall always be yours... Grim 

That is the note I have quickly scrawled to send via House Elf to him before class. I have sent the same message silently, and received a sense of appreciation back. 

About last night? I will ask him, perhaps. I suppose he will share with me what he thinks I need to know, when he is ready. I will wait for the call on that matter. My neck? Bruised in a shadow to match the shape and width of the Ouroboros. Apparently I put up quite a fight against it when I tried to free myself, and go to him. I will have to make sure my collar stays buttoned to day, God help us if Remus sees this latest damage. 

That reminds me, I was supposed to talk with Snape after my encounter with Remus. I can only hope Remus kept his word and kept his mouth shut. 

There will be Hell to pay if he hasn't. 

I suppose I should send a not to Cho. I haven't seen her since our "date", and I am sure she was quite disturbed by how our eveing ended and the things that were made apparent to her. No rest for the Wicked.

As ever.

2002-11-04 10:11:00,
House Elf Note to Cho Chang,

Dear Cho,

I am sorry I have not contacted you before this. I wanted to first of all thank you so very much for spending the evening with me. It was a memorable experience for me, and I hope it was for you as well. 

As for our rather unconventional exit route from our sitting room, all is fine with me, there were no repercussions worth mentioning as a result. I can only imagine that what you saw and experienced created some questions in your mind. If you want to talk with me, feel free. You know were to find me, usually. 

Fondly, 

Jack Grim

2002-11-04 12:58:00,
OWL POST to Remus Lupin,

Remus,

So much of your letter just breaks my heart and makes me want to roar, and cry, and hold you tightly all in the same moment. 

Attraction to the boy, a student is a dangerous sign of your loneliness and need for a mate. I feel the same loneliness, but it is not meant to be for me. For us. 

I know this is not the answer you wanted, but I am sure you expected it. 

I know of the boy of which you speak, I was the one who found him in the woods and directed Harry to him. Danger follows him like a shadow but I see him as no threat to Harry, or the other students. Outside Dark Forces are after him, it is not the other way around. 

As for Snape, I was at first shocked, then amused, as I always was at all of your antics. But steer clear of him Remus. I know things about him, that are going on with him, and his work for Albus that has him on the edge. He is riding a razor's edge of danger and pain none of us could even begin to grasp at, and he may lose control and do something horrible to you. I couldn't bear it if that happened.

It may seem hard to live alone, sleep alone, but consider this, I did it for twelve years, and am still living alone. For the better of many, a few have to suffer. Remember that Remus.

And remember I still care about you like a brother, and then some. It just cannot be as it was. Keep your chin up little Mooney, the sun will shine on us all again some day.

Sirius

2002-11-04 17:51:00,
Come go away.

An IC Rp with Jack and Snape.

It was late in the afternoon, classes done for the day, and Jack was making his way down to the dungeons. He had managed a few moments to look at the book he had been given, but was eager to get to his Dorm and delve fully into it. He looked up from his quick step pace to see he was just now outside of Snape's Classroom. He paused. Master? He sent as softly as one could send a mental calling. He waited. 

Snape was trying, and failing, to work. Nothing he could do was right, and he really didn't want to, deep down. But he had to try. He did. Or else, what was there left? He was busy in a mental self-beration about some stupid petty detail or other, which whilst seemed important at the time, after the distraction he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. A call. Snape mentally sent a non-commital sound, unsure, really. But of what? 

Jack frowned, it wasn't a slamming refusal, or a sunny welcome. That worried him. Snape ran hot and cold, never luke warm I don't want to disturb you Sir. I do want to thank you for the lovely book. I am going to bed to read it now. Thank you he sent, then took a step toward the entrance to Slytherin House. 

Snape wanted... Snape didn't know how he felt, or what he wanted. It was... impossible. How could you resolve two opposites at once? You couldn't... Maybe veer to one, veer to the other, but that was only half the job done. But if you didn't veer, then you were twice damned. It's nothing he finally replied. But don't bend the corners? Anxiety evident there. 

Jack smiled at that, Right. No dog earring of the corners, but I can use if for setting tea cups on if I have no saucer, right? he grinned. A moment later, he sent, What shall we do about Lupin? he sent, using the familiar moniker for the Professor. A minor slip however. 

No, because if you're drinking tea you can bloody well make me a cup and then I'll find something you can use... Snape sent sullenly back, not good-humouredly in the slightest. Then the Werewolf was mentioned, and Snape noticeably winced, and his tone darkened. Oh yes, I did get a call from him... 

Jack stopped walking, and a moment later, he stood outside of Snape's Office door, he knocked, then waited for an invitation to enter. If Snape didn't want to go over this matter, he certainly did. 

The Potions Master didn't feel much like company. Other people sucked. They made things go wrong. They irritated him, abused him, insulted him, annoyed him. So being lonely was not something he understood or enjoyed in the slightest. But.... he didn't trust himself. Silence. He wasn't going to invite him in, or send him away. No more decisions, please, world? 

Jack waited. Silence. Mental and verbal. He sighed, looking down at the ground. He waited a while longer, then turned, and in silence returned to his Dorm and shut himself inside the curtains. He set the book outside him, and stared at it, as if willing it to do ... something. Anything. It of course, did nothing but sit there. Jack idly reached a hand up to stroke along the length of the book's spine, then did the same along the spine of the Ouroboros. It was firm, and still now. Unlike last night. With a sigh, Jack flopped back onto his back and stared up at the canopy overhead. 

Snape's eyes were closed, but he could still see. Why did he feel so bad? Why? He imagined his desktop in his mind to stop him seeing anything else, placed things where he remembered them as being. And lord, but hadn't he stared at it for long enough tonight. Essays. Books. Bottles. Letters. Scrolls. Seals. Lamp. He opened his eyes and saw the fuzzier mental image replaced by the sharper, visual one. Almost perfect. The little game did nothing, however, and there was no pride to be found in the test. 

Books, then. He had memorised some of them, some of the ones he liked the best. Could still... half see them. But not. He knew what they looked like, what they said, what the characters looked like, but he couldn't call up a picture, just the abstract knowledge. In his mind he opened the book currently lying on Jack's bed, carefully turned the pages until the first chapter, page i, and started to read. 

Jack looked to the side, at the book once again. Considering. He bit down on his lip, and his stomach growled. He snorted at the hunger that always seemed to be on edge with him and rolling onto his belly, carefully opened the book. He slowly, carefully turned the pages until he stopped, by providence almost at one in particular at the beginning, and began to read."

2002-11-04 21:40:00,
I need to learn some manners...

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Blaise.

Blaise sat in the corner of the common room gazing into the fireplace once in a while she would look down at her book in her lap and read a bit. The common room was almost empty quite unusual fat this hour. She hadn't seen Jack all weekend nor Adrian, since he was in Ireland. She momentarily saw Montague but really didn't feel like talking to the pompous idiot.

Jack came staggering down the staircase into the Common Room, rubbing his eyes, and looking like he had just woken up from a nap, in his clothes. He blinked as he looked around the room. "What time is it?" he muttered to no one in particular. 

Blaise looked up and sighed and looked up at the clock, "It is eight, Jack" She then glance back into the fire watching it ever so carefully. "Feel free and come sit with me, that is if you want to." She raise her eyebrow wondering if he had heard the latest rumors and was half wondering what he was thinking about them. She also wanted to know about him and Cho, and to give him his birthday present. 

Jack staggered over to the couch she was sitting on, and flopped down near her. "I guess I missed supper, eh?" he said, then let loose with a large yawn, and looked over at her, blinking slowly. "So, what's the news Zabini?" 

"Yeah I suppose you and I both did, I haven't been paying attention to the time really." Blaise exhaled deeply she didn't notice she had missed dinner and she didn't even realized she was hungry. She bit her lip as she glanced up at him, News, news about what?" She had a feeling she knew what news he was talking about. What would she tell him? Part of her wondering if he would be jealous because he wasn't the main objection of her affection. Part of her did like him for more than a friend but only a part of her. And Blaise figured Jack thinks she is completely into him and only him. "Is there any thing new with you?"

Jack sighed deeply, then waved his hand around lazily, "Nothing of note I can think of..." he said, looking at his fingernails in a bored fashion, then back at Blaise. "How about you?" he said with a wicked grin. "Who have you tormented today?" he asked, then summoned a House Elf to bring him and Blaise supper. 

Blaise smirked, "Oh no one important, just a few Slytherin first years and an annoying Hufflesnuff." She grin at Jack, "How about you?" She closed her book and put it in her bag and pulled out a package and put it to the side. "So did you receive my note?" She looked aound the room hoping the house elf would hurry. 

Jack nodded, and looked her directly in the eyes, "Yes, I did. What did you want to talk about?" he asked in a lazy tone. He glanced at a few other Slytherins moving through the room. He glared at them as they dared whisper as they passed Blaise and himself. He thought about the book up on his bed, and realized he wanted to be back up there reading it again. Soon. It wasn't going anywhere. It was HIS now. Jack smiled wide at that thought and a warm feeling stirred in his belly, and ran downward. 

Blaise smiled, "Don't worry it is not what you maybe thinking." She looked up and was also glaring at the Slytherins, "I swear it seems everyone is up in my business lately," she snarled. She looked back at Jack and exhaled deeply, "I have been trying to get in touch with you since Halloweenâ¤?" Blaise smiled she was Planing on torturing Jack seeing how long she could drag it out. 

Jack raised an eyebrow at her slowly. "Really?" he purred softly. "Want to hear all about my date with Cho I suppose?" he grinned, then laid down on his back on the couch like some great lazy beast. 

Blaise laughed, "Perhaps, that was one thing, but the other is a bit more important." She smiled just then the House elf showed up. Blaise took her plate and goblet and looked at Jack. She then fingered her lips, as she tried to decide on what to take a bite of next. 

Jack on the other hand, began to devour the food as soon as it was set down. No time to talk as long as food was to be had. He scooped up fork and mouth full, one after the other, and didn't slow down until three plates had been emptied and he was on his fourth goblet of juice. He pause then, wiping at his mouth with a napkin and looking ferally over at Blaise. "What was that?" he asked as he reached for some dessert, watching her closely. 

Blaise had started to eat as he talk she didn't realize how hungry she was. Or thirsty she was practically done her first plate and had two goblets of juice. She then looked up at Jack, "Well, what was the 31st?" She smiled slightly wondering if he had any idea she knew it was his birthday. Blaise smirked at Jack, "I am sure you know what would be More important than a date with anyone..." 

Jack shrugged as the cake was devoured and more juice was drunk, then he let a monstrous belch loose before answering her. "Halloween?" he asked with a wicked grin. "What else should it be?" 

Blaise was now starting on her second place she looked at jack, "You got to be shitting me... come on, You want me to say it don't you!" Blaise looked at him and shook her head, "Halloween was your birthday wasn't it?" Blaise then looked at him, "As for why you weren't at the Ball we can talk about that after." Blaise smiled as she waited for him to confirm it about his birthday. 

Jack smiled slowly at her, there was the briefest flash of empty pain in his eyes, but it was quickly vanquished away by a slow blink of his eyes. "Aye, it was... forgotten by all, including myself..." he said quietly as he drew circles in the velvet of the couch he laid upon with his fingertip. Around and around. He then flickered his gaze back up to her. "Why? Got a present for me?" he asked with a sour smile. "Snape gave me a wonderful book...." he said wistfully, looking up at the ceiling now. "I fell asleep reading it this afternoon...." 

Blaise smiled, "Perhaps, I do." Blaise picked up the package which held two books inside she hoped that he would like them. She looked at Jack and smiled as she handed him the package, "Here." She took a deep breath waiting to see his reaction, "I didn't really know what else to get you..." 

Jack smiled, warmly now, and he gracefully rolled to a sitting position from the lying down Roman eating style he had affected and took the package from her. "Heavy, isn't it?" he observed, then setting it on his lap, unwrapped the books, and smiled wide as he looked down at them. He slowly ran his hands over the fine leather covers, feeling every ripple and embossment of the leather, and the fine gold embossing there. It was like he was stroking a lover, and his eyes glittered as he read the titles, "Advance Medicial Potions, Philtres and Phials." he purred out the words, then looked over at Blaise. "Thank you Blaise, these are lovely," he said, then leaning forward, he cupped the side of her face in his left hand and kissed her gently. 

Blaise was thuderstruck by Jack kissing her for a moment she kissed him back she then pulled away. She took a deep breath was jack purposely trying to torment her? She looked at him and smiled, "Your welcome, Jack." She took his hand, "I am glad you like... I wasn't sure what else to get you." Blaise took a deep breath and looked around the common room one two other people were in there. Blaise took a sip from her goblet and then placed it down. "Soo, Tell me where were you Thursday, you missed a lot... okay maybe not a lot." Blaise laughed slightly wondering if he had heard anything about her and Adrian. 

Jack leaned back onto the couch, and cradled the book in his lap carefully as he looked over at her with lazy eyes. The full belly and warm room was calming the savage beast. "I spent it talking with Cho. Nothing more..." he said wistfully as he stroked his hands over the cover of the top book idly. "How about you?" he asked with the lift of an eyebrow. 

"Oh, Well you missed an interesting night, and my costume," Blaise smiled slightly. She took a deep breath, "What about me?" Blaise looked around the room and then looked back at Jack. She watched him as he moved his hand across the books. "What would you like to know about me?"

Jack looked at her for a long moment, "I am not sure. You are up to something. I can tell. Plans in motion, plots hatched." he said softly, watching her reaction closely, sensing things she could not hide or mask. "I suppose if that keeps you busy..." he said, then let a yawn escape. He covered his mouth, and his thoughts wandered briefly to Snape. 

"Me up to something, not at all... and even if I was I wouldn't dare tell you of any of my so-called plots." Blaise grinned. "I am not sure if I should be relieved that you didn't ask me if I was 'dating' Adrian." She ran her fingers through her hair, her mind wondered for a moment to the previous night. Just thinking about it amused her. Blaise wet her lips and looked up at Jack and smiled. 

"Adrian?" he snorted. "He's a silly git. Third string Quidditch Hack." he said then laughed. "I can't believe you even share air with his ilk Blaise. My opinion of you has just plummeted." he said with a cruel sneer. 

Blaise laughed, "Actually he is not he is going to be playing in the next official game, and he is not anything like I once thought he was.... your just jealous because the fact I could have feelings for someone other than you." 

Blaise laughed, "Your jealous! You are jealous because there is a possibility that I could possibly have feelings for someone other than you." Blaise looked at Jack and smirked, "Just so you know, I am not 'with him' and just so you know he is not anything like he puts on. like people underestimate me they underestimate him. Oh and one more thing he isn't any string anymore." Blaise leaned towards Jack, "You know me better, don't I get involved with people that are not worthy of my time?" 

Jack just managed to refrain from laughing fully in her face. "Jealous?" he snickered. "You are so deluded Zabini. Friends we are, nothing more, and barely that." he growled "I fucked you once, and haven't been able to shake you since." he said then slowly got up from the couch. "As for getting involved with people not worthy of YOUR time, maybe it's the OTHER way around my dear Blaise." he said, then bowing, blew her a kiss. "Thanks for the books Zabini, have a nice evening..." he said as he turned and headed back to his dorm, chuckling the entire way. 

Blaise glared at him and got up and followed him and grabbed his arm, "You are such a liar, we are friends, you and I both know that. So don't try and deny it." She exhaled deeply, "You haven't tried to shake me if anything you try and keep me close. Jack quit being so fucking stubborn and just admit it." She let him go, "I like having you as a friend, you are a great friend I have told you that many times, but some times I really don't understand you and why the hell you do some of the things you do." Blaise pushed passed him, "Why don't you be truthful to yourself and to me for just once? And this trying to push me away bullshit won't work, because I know the route all too well." 

Jack leveled a deathly dangerous glare at Blaise as she grabbed his arm, and he barely held back drawing his wand on her. He listened to her tired then with calm eyes, and then watched her storm off. Anger gave way to amusement, then to laughter. He shook his head and continued on up the stairs, and into his room. "You are quite a piece of work Zabini, don't ever change..." he mused."

2002-11-06 16:27:00,
Teacher/Student Conference,

AN IC RP, with Jack and Snape. NO S&M for you squeamish types...

In the tunnel, deep in the lower levels of Hogwarts, one Potions Master slept, knees drawn up, hands laced beneath them, face resting on his knees under an inky, murky black halo of hair. His back was against the old stone- but his own body temperature was rarely much above it to make that a problem. He woke, early, as was his custom, but not with a start. A slow, resurfacing into consciousness that left him a little puzzled as to where he was... clear eyes blinked about as it slowly came back. Oh, yes that was why. Surprisingly, however, he didn't feel anything other than a bit sheepish for having fallen asleep there, and when he experimentally rolled his shoulders, he found that they weren't stiff and cramped as he expected them to be. Odd. Slowly he slid his legs down and across the floor- testing, and looked at the crumpled state he was in with wry amusement. 

That would need sorting. The dreams he had been having flitted half-remembered through his mind, and he struggled to grasp them, like a wet sliver of soap. They eluded him, and all he could remember was some vague sensations and ideas... He'd have to think about those later. His internal clock told him what time it was- well before classes, so there was no worry there. He knew he was going to see Albus, but not when he had decided, but he figured that could wait till breaktime at least- to arrange a time anyway. Arching his back lazily, he called out as he decided what to do with himself. You awake yet?

Jack was laying in bed, tottering between sleep and wake, curled up on his side, one hand under his head and pillow, the other tucked bewteen his thighs. He was waking up slowly, watching the sky change color and thinking of only breakfast when the summons came, and the Ouroboros slid happily around his neck once. Nearly Master. Did you sleep well? came the lazy reply. 

I slept, Snape replied. Which was more than he could have said many a night... but now he came to think of it... Yes. He had slept rather well. In a way he only remembered happening a few times before. Maybe he wasn't a bed person then. A good dose of cold water should do the trick, he mused, or failing that there's a few other ways... Snape supressed the need to yawn, and was surprised at himself. Feet braced against the floor, he pushed himself up, sliding his back along the wall as he did so. Don't dawdle, though. We need to talk. 

Jack smiled, picturing Snape or himself in a cold shower was amusing, but not nearly as amusing as other remedies for Morning Male Afflictions. Shall I come to you before Breakfast master? he asked as he slipped from the warmth of his bed, and shivering, made his way to the loo. 

Snape rarely slumped. In fact, he was rarely to be found in any posture that didn't look like it needed a rather stiff rod shoving places to keep it so. But for the minute he indulged in leaving his shoulders pressed against the wall, reluctant to leave, head tilted back a bit to keep that contact too- looking all the while as if he was just about to push off and stand unsupported. Whatever is convenient, Snape thought. Though it might take a fair deal of time. There was more than one thing to think of, even if some were more pleasant than others. 

Since he had showered the night before, Jack skipped that ritual, and quicky got dressed, ignoring his room mates as usual while keeping up a silent conversation. I am dressed now Master, I can come straight away if you have the time. We can eat in your office if you like, or..... that may seem odd if we are both absent from a meal. I have heard the start of rumors. he said as he buttoned a shirt on, wincing at the bruise around his neck, then added a tie, vest and overcloak.

Snape's eyes had been closed to concentrate on the... comfortable feeling, and the conversation, but now they opened as if he could see some answers- something- in the empty tunnel. Rumours? Oh. He supposed he should have expected that. Thought not that long ago the grapevine had been declaring Jack was his son. Not to be dismissed, as he knew from his youth, but not to be taken too seriously. Also something he'd learned earlier on. You will not feel like eating afterwards. I must see Albus, anyway. Hurry, and I will be finished by the time you've wolfed it down. Or not. I do suppose you know what that does to your digestive system... but the grumbling was just his nature, and was hardly voiced as he reluctantly stood clear of the wall and trundled towards his rooms. 

Jack laughed aloud at that last comment, earning him a scathing, critical look from Malfoy. What did he care? Malfoy thought he was mad anyway, so why not add to the illusion. "What are you laughing at now Grim?" he hissed at Jack. Jack merely gave him a smirk and the lift of an eyebrow, "Far too complicated to explain to you now Malfoy, maybe later," he said as he slipped out of the room. Wolfed, sir? he mused with a grin. Odd choice of words considering the personages on staff here, wouldn't you say? In any case, I shall see you when you decide. Have a pleasant day Master, he sent. What could a kind sentiment hurt? 

Just a turn of phrase, or his bloody subconscious interfering again? Self-scrutiny like that would drive him insane again, so Snape banished it for the moment with a grunt. And all too accurate, unfortunately, he mused. Another reason Snape would prefer he didn't go to breakfast. But no. He wouldn't let him shake him. He'd survived him and worse through the years. Survived, yes. Another non-commital sound. Pull the other one, Grim, that one's got bells and Gryffindor classes on... 

Jack laughed aloud again, and shouldering his book bag, made his way up to the Great Hall and sat down at the end of a Slytherin table near the Teacher's Table. He nodded and grinned to those that bothered to look his way, and resting his chin in his hand, he looked down the table and amused himself with watching Blaise and her antics until the food was served. 

Later that afternoon.... In Snape's office. 

Albus had said a lot of things. Actually, when Snape thought about it, Albus had said very little, in comparison to himself, but when he ranked himself as Albus' equal he supposed he would have the same talent. Yes. And wishes were things that neighed and ate oats. Books were everywhere, lying open on pages, pieces of paper supplementing the bookmarks keeping pages Snape thought important. Infact, compared to the normal state of his affairs, it currently looked like one of the Weasley twins' prank bombs had exploded in the room. 

Jack stopped outside of the Office door and knocked three times, "Professor Snape?" he called out, sounding for any that maybe listening, sullen and bored. I am here for the conference Master, was the silent greeting that accompanied it. He liked mastering two forms of communication at once, kept the brain busy. 

"It isn't locked," came the reply, managing a rather good combination of irritation, disdain and a few less easily mastered character deficiencies that could almost have been lodged in the patent office. And here was me thinking you came to clean the shelves, he added, licking hsi thumb to rifle some pages in a book that was shaking a little, but clearly too scared to put up much of a fight. 

"Yes Sir," Jack reported aloud, trying to sound fearful, and nervous, then entered the office and shut the door behind him, leaving it to Snape to bolt as he liked. He crossed the room, then stood before Snape's desk, head bowed slightly, eyes down, and hands clasped behind him. He glanced to the side at the uncharacteristic upheval the room was in, but didn't comment. He took in a long breath, sighed patiently, and waited for direction to come. 

Snape waved a hand distractedly at a seat, finishing skim-reading the chapter he was currently in, before he realised that none of it was useful whatsoever, and placing the book down, open, on the table. It stayed open, but the spine did not look affected. "I expect you're wondering why I called you here," Snape said, before allowing himself another mental aside, before he knuckled down. Which is what has to be said, if convention has any precedence. Long fingers drummed on the desktop quietly, the cuff inching up a fraction, as he tried to sort this out in his mind before saying it for at least the hundredth time that day. 

Jack moved quickly and efficiently into the indicated seat, and sat, hands folded in his lap and eyes on Snape's. "I have a vague idea Sir. Pertaining to Professor Lupin perhaps, and then.... fears I had about my safety and that of my Head Of House the other night past." he said quietly as he felt the Ouroboros animate, and make slow laps around his neck. 

Alright, cut to the chase, and use a hammer for that stake while you're at it, why don't you? Snape mentally winced, but otherwise his facade was intact. Unconsciously, he rubbed the wrist of the hand hanging by his side against his leg slightly, but otherwise made no move. "Why, what threatened your safety?" he asked, confused, brow knitting in effort of thought. Not that he wanted to remember that day much- any of it. 

Jack looked down for a beat, swallowing before replying, he was looking for the right way to put this. "I feared for your safety, Sir, and when I received a call, my first thought was to come to your aid. I however, was prevented in doing this by the Ouroboros." he said in a soft narrative. Then as if to illustrate, he reached up, loosed his tie, and pulled the collar of his shirt down far enough to show the dark ligature marks around his his neck. 

Dark eyes widened a little, and then looked down. Lupin's words were still ringing in his ears, and this was just rubbing salt into raw wounds. And, like Snape always did, he tried to avoid subjects that were remotely dangerous. At least in public. His voice was a little quieter, but that was about the only difference. "Something needs to be done." And right now, I am open to suggestions... 

Jack felt a tensing in his gut at that phrase. It did not bode well, and the silent coda that followed did little to ease him. He sighed, "Tell me what I can do you for you Sir, I shall give any errand my full effort," But please.... do not dismiss me from your hand.... your touch. He added without looking up to meet Snape's gaze, he couldn't face the answer he feared was coming. 

Snape waved an open-palmed hand around the room, to the books lying around, despair summed up in the hang of his shoulders. His gut was clenching, and he tried his best to ignore that too. Not yet. Things needed saying. The easy way out caused too much trouble... "Riddle's... 'pet' will not please him, and he has a tendancy to... spoil that which he is jealous of." Something Snape knew all too well. from both sides. Not that he was proud of that. "I have asked Albus," Snape said, with a tinge of embarassment. The pride had had felt the first time long since disappeared. "But many hands..." trailing, the thought teetering into the abyss Snape felt he stood over. 

"Make light work..." Jack finished, and sighed louder this time. "So, he shall seek to destroy me, and you if you cannot make him what he desires..." he said in dead tone of voice. Jack paused, then looked up at Snape. "The bastard needs to die, once and for all." he said with a stern growl in his voice and a light of anger in his pale eyes. "I will do what I can to bring that about." he said bravely. "Is there any flaw in his invulnerability Master? Something we can exploit to our advantage? He WAS hurt by the bite of your Ouroboros, surely that must mean something?" he asked, the voice now slightly pleading, like a child desperately wanting to believe in a fairy tale. 

Many cooks spoil the broth. the automatically argumentative side of him threw in glibly. But he glid over that. "His style would be..." Worse. Snape knew that. "...different. Unfortunately, I am not so insane as to be able to understand everything he does, so what he would do is..." Worse than I could imagine, most like as not. And, mentally, he sent an almost physical, vehement agreement at what needed to be done to Voldemort, before he slumped a little again in the sight of a method. "I do not know, I have been trying to find that out..." Longer than you could know. "That is a possibility, but why it affected him so badly I have no idea." 

Jack nodded, thinking, then looked up. "He wants it, he wants me. I could go to him, let him...." he stopped for just a second, the bile rising in his throat at just the passing thought of being touched by one so foul, then blinking, he continued, ignoring the nausea. "Let him have at me, and perhaps, it shall strike him down like it did to Maxwell." he said softly. He ventured a look up from under his long fringe at Snape, trying to read his face, knowing that was the most futile plan of all. "I would do that for you, for everyone he threatens." he added. 

NO, came the immediate, shouted answer. A moment, and Snape waited for his breathing to slow a little, not hearing the low, angry growl he was giving out. "No. Aside from the fact that that is a stupid thing to do- a stupid, Gryffindor thing to do," and Snape could make that adjective sound an insult like no other, "It is not likely to work." Pause. Moderate... Nice shiny green gloss. "He didn't die the first time... No. We need to see what it is about the Ouroboros that affects him so." Snape started channelling his own, sudden anger into that furiously. 

Jack recoiled back in the chair at the fury of the mental shout, and curled up into a fetal position, hands over his ears. He trembled. He heard the name of his former house slandered, and that only ground him further down mentally and physically into the chair. He wished it would suck him into a void. Forgive me, please, Master. he silently whimpered, cowering much like Wormtail before his Master when he was displeased. 

Irritated again, but mostly at Voldemort, Snape fumed away from the table, baling his hands into fists. I'm not letting that bastard near anyone, Snape snarled, Not even over my dead body. He winced. That was a very real possibility, actually. Lalala... don't think about that. Don't think about hands on his neck, choking the life from him. Nope. The sudden wash of rage started to slowly dissapate, leaving an empty feeling, a dead feeling, numb. "Just don't... mention that again." 

Yes, Master. came the short reply and he slowly uncurled himself from the ball he was in and leaned foreward, resting his arms on his thighs, and his head in his hands. Why does it have to be this way? Why can't we just be as we want, and be happy? he mused before realizing he was pouting 'aloud' to the open channel. Steeling himself, forcing his feelings along that road aside, he sat up, and stared straight ahead, affecting one of Snape's posture perfect sitting positions. "I await your instructions, Sir." he said softly. 

"I'm afraid my own outlook is rather... biased." To say the very least. He might know a deal more than the majority would about this situation, but his point of view was more than slightly skewed. Which was why he... needed help. As long as he didn't think of it that way- as delegation instead. Of using resources. Yes, that was easier. Slightly. "If you get the time, see if there is anything that may be of use... Madam Pince has a carte blanche in your name... as long as you don't abuse it," Snape said, with a hint of warning. "And before you worry, it is from our esteemed Headmaster and not me." What more could be done at this point? Little, he feared. "Other than that... ear to ground, eye open- and one in the back of your head, is all I suggest."

Snape looked down at one of the volumes that rustled as a slight draft wafted through the room, making the candles flicker a bit. At length he replied, sounding mournful, but resigned; Some things just happen. And the world has a funny way of not wanting me to be happy... But that was quite enough self-pity for one day. For one lifetime, really. Not that it would help. You just have to take what you are given, and work for the rest.

Jack looked up at him again, sadness in his eyes for the both of them. Behind that was an anger at the rest of th word for making them, everyone so miserable. "Aye Sir," he said in a soft voice, defeated. With a slow movement, and his head hung down, he left the office and made his way back to Slytherin House and piles of homework to do before dinner and bedtime. He would think, and plot, oh yes, just like Snape. He would lose himself in his work."

2002-11-06 20:22:00,
OWL POST to Harry Potter

Dear Harry,

Sorry for not writing in so long. I haven't heard from you either, so I am guessing no news is good news? 

I am doing well, still nearby. I heard you took care of that Grim boy, that was very nice of you. Your father would have been so proud of you, I know I am. You are a noble and loyal young man. I wish, and hope that maybe someday I have a child as special as you. 

Ahh.. but listen to me. I am losing my mind a bit again. How are your friends? How are you? Please know you can talk to me when ever you need to. Just send me an owl. I still can't reaclly see you in person, but please know that I am close enough to help out in an emergency.

Be well Harry, and give Professor Lupin a hug for me. 

Fondly, 

Sirius

2002-11-06 21:30:00,
OWL POST to Remus Lupin,

My dear Mooney,

I was so cheered to get such a long note from you, then saddened at the loneliness and pain you are going through. I will try to address each, but please forgive me if I neglect something, my mind is still quite scattered, well, as much as when we were young anyway.... 

Let me start with me. You recall that Albus had me and Snape working together to bring down Voldemort and the Death Eaters? That is what I am doing Remus. Covert stuff, infiltration, spying, information gathering. Snape is under DEEP cover, posing as a Death Eater. 

For God's sake Remus, keep this to yourself, lives are at stake... 

About the Grim boy. Yes, odd name on him, I agree. From what little I hear of him, and his 'antics' he sounds a great deal like a combination of all three of us in school. As far as I am concerned, there were Three Marauders, and a tag along. Don't you agree? I suppose that could be why you are drawn to him. You see the past in the future, and want to walk along with him on that path again 

Am I getting too philosophical for you Mooney? I guess because I have had so much time then, and now to think, I over think things. I am doing my best to find a way that we can meet, but I can only wonder if the obstacles in our way; were they put there for a reason perhaps?

I will always answer your owls as long as you answer mine. Perhaps this is best for us, for now. I haven't changed Remus. I am still the loose and fancy free boy I was in Hogwarts, and my lack of control never waned. When I escaped Azkaban, then was with you... then with others... I can't stop. It's a compulsion I suppose. Does that mean I am 'indulging' now? I won't insult your intelligence by denying I am. The wicked always find a way to continue their vices, don't we? 

I am sorry, this was to be about you, not me. Maybe you should just avoid this boy if he stirs such carnal desires in you. So many people think you a monster already, (those that do not TRULY know you like I do) they would crucify you in Hogsmeade if you were to lay a hand on a student in an improper way Remus. I wouldn't put it past Snape to build the cross and nail you to it. Grim is in his house is he not?

This is even more reason to cut him a wide path. It could be a trap. If he is not a trap intentionally, he could very well be used as such. Merlin's beard! When did I become so cynical? 

I should stop now Remus, or I shall rend this to bits and you will have no word from me. It's my mood. Currently darker than the usual dark moods I dwell in. 

Talk to me more my dear Mooney, I will always listen. 

Fondly, 

Sirius

2002-11-07 12:40:00,
OWL Post to Harry Potter,

Harry!

You kissed Ron???? I am shocked. I never would have expected that from you of all people. I mean. Well. I suppose you know what is best for you. 

I am sorry to hear you are now not speaking with your close friends. I wish there was something I could do to help you win this situation. I suppose I can continue to just listen and offere advice if you want it. 

As for what I am doing. Well, you recall how at the end of last term Albus sent me and Professor Snape on s ome "errands"? Well, it pertains to that. We are both working to gather information on Voldemort and his followers. I cannot say anymore, and I know you can be trusted to keep this to yourself alone. 

Has he asked you to do anything regarding this Harry? If he does, I would ask that you keep me informed. As you guardian, I think I have the right to know. Well, I must get moving again. Take care of yourself. I shall write again soon.

Sirius

2002-11-07 12:55:00,
Writer's Cramp,

It seems I don't do much more than write, both to Harry and Remus lately. That is fine. It keeps my wicked mind off what I would prefer to be doing, and in whose company. I suppose I can't fault him for not thinking of such frivolous pleasures when our lives are hanging in the balance of being able to appease or destroy Voldemort. 

Remus' letters are starting to get to me. The last one had me in tears fully. He is courting me with words and I know if he were to touch me, I would melt and confess all my sins to him. 

But I can't. I have told him to avoid the Grim boy. Me. The tension when we are in the same breathing space is electric, and soon, one of us will snap. I will either touch him, or he will lose control and touch the "student" and he would hate himself to the point of self-destruction if he did.

I truly am a man with no morals. I belong to another, once again. But this time I am owned with a ring for all to see around my neck, even if they do not understand what they see. I am HIS, yet my mind and desires wander. History repeating itself. Did I not have a ring from Remus once before? 

No. I shall not stray again. A funny choice of words from a man that spends part of his life as a canine. I will not yield to that temptation. I will use the thin disguise of Jack Grim's skin to keep from from Remus. It would cost me my heart to betray Severus, and Remus his soul. 

Not again. Damn. Lunch is over. 

As ever.

2002-11-08 21:32:00,
A visit to the Bakery....

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Snape.

Jack leaned back in the wooden chair in which he had been sitting for hours now. He was alone of course, the only student allowed in the restricted section. There were piles of books surrounding him, and with a sigh of defeat, he folded his arms and laid his head upon them. "I don't even know what the bloody Hell I am looking for!" he wailed to no one in particular.

Snape had been working for too long. You learned your limits, after a time, and knew when tiredom and irritability would mean that working further was more harm than good. With difficulty, it was learned. He shut the book with a sigh, covered by the pages whispering through the air. Some progress. Some. He had to be content with that, and see if anyone else had come up with anything... Now that he wasn't the only one working. Albus, he knew, would tell him. Leaning back, he sent out, mentally, tentatively, but with no preamble; Any progress?

Jack was nearly asleep when the summons came to him, startling him and causing him to sit bolt upright and mutter some nonsense aloud. He blinked, then oriented himself, and sulkily replied. Not much Master. I am reasearching the History of the Ouroboros, it's uses and the powers ones of the past have been instilled with. Nothing helpful that I see as yet. He said silently, then got up from the chair with a moan, and stretched out. Great. Now he had to pee.

He knew that already. If there had been any good news, he would have been told without prompting. Or he hoped. The lack of enthusiasm, the apathy he could detect... old friends. Unwelcome acquaintances. That was to be expected. Unfortunately there are no books on 'How to Take Over the World' or 'How to Save the World'... a deficiency I shall me sure to point out next time we have a meeting... Snape glanced at the clock, restless. 

Jack looked at the pile of books before him, and let his vision go unfocused as if that would provide a moment of clarity. Nothing came of course. With a sigh, he gathered up the books and put them all back on the shelves in their proper places. He paused as his stomach growled. He had eaten dinner, but that usually never held off the hunger until breakfast. He would nick something from the kitchens on the way back to the Dorms he decided. Once the books were all stowed back and Madame Pince had inspected and approved of his work, he gathered up his book bag, and yawning left the section. Just at eye level, he passed by a book that quite possibly could have the clue, but for now, it would have to await his notice. I am turning in Master, I can't think anymore. Shall I nick something from the Kitchens for you as well? he offered. 

Books were returned to neat piles, put away, safe. His own notes, too, stuffed inside his journal, closed, put in a hiddern drawer of his desk. He didn't feel much like writing now. He thought a moment; was he hungry? Not particularly. No more so than most nights. Which was why he contantly had to force himself to eat, or others interceded. I think I need my appetite whetting, he admitted, with only the vestiges of a smirk. Or I tend to get distracted... 

Jack smiled wryly at that, and nodding and sending a silent acknowledgement, swept from the library with a quick step, and first to the kitchens, then to Snape's Office. He entered the room with a smile on his face and a flourish wave of a hand as he presented a silver tray laden down with lady fingers, strawberry tarts, eclairs, and on and on. He carefully set the tray down, then assumed his 'at-ease' pose, waiting for the cue to do, anything, mouth wet with hunger. 

Simple were Snape's taste for food, for one brought up in so wealthy an environment. He had never really appreciated the aesthetic value of food- which was there merely to keep him upright, when everything else failed. His eyes wandered over the confectionaries uneasily, watching with macabre fascination as a huge dollop of cream dropped from one cake onto the doilie atop the plate. "Don't let anyone convince you you don't have a sweet tooth... or a few dozen..." Snape said, before looking up. 

"No Sir," he grinned, "Nor you...." he smirked, then leaning forward, swiped a finger through a large dollop of the whipped cream oozing forth from an eclair, and then slowly slipped the digit into his mouth, and made a great show of removing the cream from his finger. Coquetish eyes watched Snape from under his long unruly fringe. 

"I have a taste for this?" One thin eyebrow raised in questioning, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "I have been accused of many things, but I fear I have yet to have that charge levelled against me," Snape admitted, thin lips twisting as he bit the bottom lip in thought, before half-pouting. Though that expression did nothing but look rather stupid on the professor's face, and had he seen himself he would no doubt have been very shocked. But he couldn't, and it was something he mimicked from others. Rather fortunate, really.

Jack nodded slowly, then repeated the action, only this time, he leaned forward, and presented the cream dolloped finger to Snape, holding just an inch from his tensed lips. He waited with an impudent smile, and a slightly quickened pulse. 

The smirk was only fleeting, because Snape's lips parted slightly, leaning in to take that finger in his mouth, but keeping it from his tongue, the sides of his mouth a minute, his lips tightening, but his teeth kept back. Snape's tongue, slightly warmer than the rest of him, slowly dragged across the underside of that finger, scraping the cream off. Acquired taste, I see, though I doubt I could eat this in public, Snape thought, before he started swiping his tongue to clean all the cream off diligently slowly. 

Jack closed his eyes, and stiffled a moan as Snape slowly closed his lips around his finger. His breathing quicked even more and he gripped the edge of the desk with his other hand for stability. Perhaps if there were a more private place, you would find the dessert more appealing in a more appropriate dining location.... he said silently because he knew at that moment, he would not be able to speak without his voice cracking. 

Accomodating as the House Elves are, despite my best efforts, I rather think they would take offence to my intrusion, Snape replied, one hand moving to grip Jack's elbow as he tilted his head slightly to one side, sucking slowly, steadily, even though Jack's finger was already far from covered. He was feeling decidedly annoying, and obstinate. Even for him. Where would Sir, our evident gourmand, suggest? he asked in the tone of a waiter, or maitre d'.

A light sweat ws now forming in the center of Jack's back, and he moaned softly as the digit fellatio continued. He kept his eyes closed, and licked at lips that were suddenly too dry, too wanting. A... proper dining place... Yes.... his mind said slowly, Someplace.... flat. Yes, we need a flat surface with enough room for the feast, he said silently, then sighed aloud.

The desk was between them, regrettably, but it seemed to rather fit the stated requirements rather adequately. Eyes closed, he pushed a pile of notes to the edge, where they toppled a moment, before falling to the floor in a disorganised mess, leaving the plate alone. The other side a second later, but Snape had the presence of mind to halt the inkwell before it smashed, picking it up brusquely and placing it blindly behind him on the chair as he stood up, stopping his oral attentions only long enough to nip at the fingertip. Cleared. I assume the place setting follows? I am afraid I am wanting a tablecloth... Scrupulous to a fault.

Jack smiled at Snape's finger and then nodded at the request. Yes Master, I shall provide the table cloth and the place setting, he replied, then with a reluctant pull, recovered his finger, and then slowly turning his back to Snape, unclasped his cloak and slipped it from his shoulders. With a flourish like a Toreador, he flipped the cloak around himself, held it at his waist for just a beat, then bending over, spread it out upon the large desktop. He smoothed it out with his hands, then looked up at Snape for his reaction. Suitable? he inquired. 

Well at least there are no flowers... Snape mused, braced on the balls of his feet, leaning forwards against the desk to take his weight. Knees bent ever so slightly, he rocked forwards and back, head tilted to one side as if in appraisal. Two fingers rested on the platter, twirling it half-way, then back. His lips slightly parted, he said aloud, voice gruff, before looking up, "Well then, what is the first course?" 

Jack's eyes slowly rose up to meet Snape's, and his mouth curled up at the corners as he reached a hand out to grip the tray and selected an eclair. He lifted it up and slipped it into his mouth partially. He held it there, then lifted the tray up to Snape, thus clearing the desk save for the cape. His tie was pulled loose, and moved aside, the shirt unbuttoned next, then shrugged away. He left the tie on, then languidly moved to lay out on the desk on his back. The eclair still held in his teeth. 

The tray was accepted with a casual grace that belied the Potions Master's usually stiff movements, and placed on his chair as well, for lack of anything closer to hand. A quick count let him know just what was there, before he turned back, to face the desk. Would it be a cliche if I said 'Good enough to eat'? Snape mused, resettled himself, and put one hand to the desktop. His eyes flashed to Jack's neckline a minute, assessing, before he put half his weight on one hand, fingers curled up underneath, and took hold of both strands of the tie, just under the knot, in his right hand. He pulled up, slowly, gently, lowering his head to nudge the eclair against Jack's mouth with his nose, before pushing his closed lips against it, tip of his tongue tasting gently. 

Jack felt his head lifted gently by the pull upward of the tie, and then Snape's mouth so close to his. Jack bit down on the eclair, then left the remainder held in place by his lips while he slowly and carefully chewed and swallowed his biteful. Your turn for a bite Sir, he sent watching ever so closely. His body was as tense as a string on a guitar, waiting for the barriers to be broken, the line to be crossed. 

Thin lips parted again, slowly, and the eclair was pulled slowly, inextricably backwards. Eaten with care, and swallowed exaggeratedly; once gone his lips were pressed against Jack's unmoving, resisting the temptation to lick the last traces of cream, amongst other things. Finished, he crowed. 

Jack's mouth remained still, he would be the first to break, though the ache and arousal all over his body was like laying on a bed of razors. You choose the next treat then Master, he replied. I am famished, he added then lifted his hands up and ran the tips of his fingers up his sides, stroking his ribs then folded his hand and laid them under his head as a pillow. He waited. 

Snape deliberately brushed his lips firmly over the others as he tilted his head to one side, concentrating his physical and mental voice on summoning an iced bun, eyes narrowed as he carefully brought it to hover just above Jack's face, lowering it carefully. I don't think that stomach of yours will ever be sated, he pondered, casting a glance downwards.

"No...." he whispered, eyes focused on the bun, so much so he was nearly cross-eyed. He licked his lips then parted them, and lifted his head up to attempt to take a bite from it. Almost there...

Snape took the bun between his own teeth, then, lips curled back from it, tongue pressed to the back of his throat, holding it just out of reach. Then take what you want, he teased, eyes issuing a challenge.

Jack's eyes flickered with a dangerous, animal light, and as his head was lifted, he moved a hand away, and out and down slowly. His eyes never left Snape's as he hand felt along the edge of the desk, then found where Snape's body contacted it. He moved his mouth closer to the bun while his seeking hand slipped into the copious folds of robes, and sought.

Snape held his head still, and the bun too, letting Jack reach for it this time. He was struggling to keep it in his jaws without drooling a little, though, breathing through his nose audibly. He pulled his stomach in as the muscles there clenched involuntarily, and he shifted his own hands in a little closer, one on either side of Jack, just above the hip. He blinked, slowly, lazily, but his gaze never dropped once. 

Jack bit into the bun at last, taking a large chunk into his mouth. Before pulling away, he held onto the bun, and growled softly, tugging on the bun playfully. His hand kept moving, seeking. Ah... Hip, thigh, belt. Down now, lower. 

Snape growled back, but deeper, eyes flashing as he pulled back. Mine, was the half-laugh, and he shook the hair from his eyes where it was obscuring his vision. Knuckles flat to the desk, he slid the fingers of one hand between the fabric of the cloak and Jack's bare back, surprised, as ever, by the heat there. One leg jostled restlessly as he traced the movement of Jack's exploring hand, a muffled, happy grunt issuing forth as he pushed his hips forwards ever so slightly, needily. 

Jack smiled as his hand moved around, then in the folds of fabric, found the object he had been seeking. He gripped hold firmly, yet gently, and caressed, squeezed. When the chilly hand was slipped under his back, he sucked in a surprised breath, but as the touch warmed, siphoning warmth from his body, he let out a long sigh, then made a purring sound in his chest. Did you ever doubt that fact, Master?

Snape automatically stilled, breath stopped a moment as he felt Jack take hold of him- but after a short pause he started to relax somewhat. Not that it adequately described his state right now. He chose not to reply, or think about replying, using just his fingertips to rub over the bones at the base of Jack's spine, his long fingernails lightly scratching skin in the process. With a little difficulty, as he was leaning forwards, he swallowed a small amount of the bun- feeling it stick in his throat, before using his nose to push the rest past Jack's lips. You'll need your strength, was all he thought aloud. 

Jack bit at the bun again, taking a large bite, and smearing more of the icing over his lips and nose. He made no effort to lick it away. He chewed on the pastry, and continued his milking motions slowly with his hand. But, you know the young can survive on less food and rest than their elders... he teased, then sighed happily again. His lower back, right above his tailbone was a sensitive arousal point for him, in either form. 

Ah not so, Snape countered, with rather a glib, smug tone, letting his eyes half-close. You're still growing, your metabolism isn't settled... and you go haring around more than I do. Snape used his tongue, flat, to swipe from one side of Jack's mouth to the other, not cleaning all that effectively, and continuing along the jawline to behind one ear. But I admit man cannot live by bread alone... He was geting frustrated standing, leaning against his desk, but he stayed there, using two fingers to slide down along the curve of spine, pressing firmly, until his fingertips bumped up against waistband. 

Jack purred again, Ahhh... but it is the folly of youth to regularly burn the candle at both ends, only to rise the following morning to do it all again, he sent, punctuating his point with a firm squeeze of his hand, and then an increased pace in his petting motion. When Snape made the comment about bread, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Since I brought forth this course, perhaps Master would like to set the next? 

That's if they get up in the morning, Snape grumbled. And then they only stay up to indulge in frivolous activities... A nip to one earlobe, and then he was questioned. Rich voice low and almost a feline purr, he replied aloud this time. "Perhaps I could if you weren't all over the dining area. Though it seems such a shame to disrupt the centrepiece..." Shifting his weight to one foot, though, he leaned a shin against the desk's edge, slightly cushioned by the robe there, and put some of his weight on his knee- testing. 

Jack nodded in agreement. I could simply re-arrange the Centerpiece Master, if that would be more pleasing to you, he sent with his trademark smirk on his face, then leaned up, and mimicked Snape's motion of earlier, tracing his tongue across the slash that was Snape's mouth. Bitter lips covered in frosting. Delicious. He gripped his mentor tighter, and pulled slowly, but firmly, drawing him closer. 

Snape followed, content to be led for now, and braced his hands on either side of Jack's head, turning his own slightly to one side. Second leg followed first and he was perched precariously on the edge, effectively straddling Jack, thinking all the while; I'm afraid I'm fresh out of flowers, which we'd only have to find a place for, and although I could charm some papers into those little animal things Filius does so well, I fear it isn't worth the effort... in conclusion, we'll have to find our own entertainment. And decoration. Settled for the minute, he summoned another cake, and squeezed it suggestively, letting the jam dribble across pale chest. Sticky...

Jack smiled triumphantly as Snape joined him on top of the desk, hovering over him. He chuckled at the flowers comment, and then watched Snape's handling of the next pastry with curious eyes. He let out an odd noise of surprise and mild disgust as the jelly was dropped onto his chest. "Damn.... now I need a bath..." he muttered in faux anger as he let go of the bulge in his hand long enough to seek trouser closing, then zipper. 

"Its much too far to walk, and I'm the one who caused the mess," Snape said with an overdone air of concern. "It is only right and fair that I should rectify the matter." Hands on shoulders pushed Jack further along the desk, (which, fortunately enough, was of generous size) the robe bunching up about him a little in the process. His tongue pushed past his teeth again, as it scenting the air, before starting a long, thin trail down, along his bare chest, stopping near bellybutton only when he was sitting so far back on his heels he worried he would fall. Of course, that's assuming I am both right and fair...

Jack watched Snape with an amused expression, then when his tongue was drawn across his chilled and sticky flesh, he shuddered, and let out a long slow moan. You are always right.... Master.... But never play fair... he replied, finding that even mental conversation was difficult now. He paused for just a moment in his manipulation of the closures, then refocused, and slipped a warm hand past waistband, and under siken shorts. Grip, squeeze, stroke, repeat.

Snape wanted little more right now than to lose himself in that rhythm, and any longer and he likely would. Hypnotic. Fair... is foul... he thought, but didn't finish the line, biting down hard under ribs instead. If he didn't distract Jack, this was going to be over too fast. Not that he'd admit that.

Jack cried out, arching his back as the bite. It was hard enough to go beyond ticklish and he could swear it felt like Snape had fangs. "Oh God!" he moaned aloud, and gripped his Master harder in his hand, but stopped stroking. He closed his eyes again, panting. He was just as hard as Snape, and eager for this to go beyond playing with cakes and pastries. 

Snape kept the grip with his teeth, licking at the flesh between, a low, deep growl coming from low in his belly. I think the main course is ready, he thought, even that voice sounding dark, and wanting. I do hope you aren't already too full... Hands moved to hips, slid under thighs, and started lifting them up. 

Jack let a shuddered sigh escape when Snape continued to hold the bite he had on him. He gripped the table with his previously idle hand and his grip slowly began to move up and down again along Snape's shaft. I.... need refilling.... he thought, then a silly addendum, I shall be the eclair, you the Pastry Chef... he mused with a twisted grin. 

No hats though, Snape complained, sounding more and more strained. There was still red, gooey jam over most of Jack's torso, and a quick, open-palmed scoop along one side provided an ample amount. The Potion Master's left hand lost no time in slipping between parted legs, smothering thighs, balls, and arse in a strawberry mess. A gentle squeeze, and one long index finger slowly stroked in, and out. 

Jack managed to laugh, "No Sir, no hats..." he sighed, then let out a gasp as more of the cold jelly was smeared on him, then added to more, delicate areas. "Oh.... yesssss......" he sighed, speech suddenly catching in his throat as he was penetrated and stroked. His breaths became pants, and he stopped all movement except for the arching of his back, and the further parting of his legs for a moment. Dully he recalled the attentions he had been giving, and he ran the ball of his thumb over the slick head he held, smearing around the wetness he found there, then teased at the slit with his thumbnail carefully. 

If they were trying to play one-up, Snape reckoned they were succeeding at this point. He slid a second finger in, curling them inside, determined not to let his breath hitch. "Like... strawberry then?" he asked, impishly. 

Jack nodded quickly, then bit down on his lower lip as another digit was inserted and twisted in just the right fashion to reach the perfect spot. "Oh... yes..." he panted, lifting his hips up now. He was eager, primed, ready. Take your pick. Tell me what your favorite flavor is..... Master... he thought, then snickered again, Then fill me with it.... he thought in a tawdry manner, pressing his thumb down harder as he swirled it around and around on Snape. 

"Making that.... would take too long..." Too breathless for his liking, now. Damn the insufferable little... "I guess we'll have to settle for seconds..." Three, now, roughly, and quicker. He wasn't going to push it too far. No. Judge it just right... I'll just have to taste it later, he threatened, other hand finding Jack's shoulder and holding on tight. 

"Ung!" was the only sound Jack could make as he felt the third digit added, and he was serviced with them in and out quickly with the stickly lubricant. It was not enough thickness to put him in any real discomfort, but pushed him into a higher level of impatience arousal. He hand left the edge of the desk, and wantonly he gripped himself, and began to stroke eagerly, moaning aloud as his other hand did likewise to his Master. "Oh.... God..... God...." he muttered, hips beginning to buck up and down in time to his hand strokes. 

To have come all this way and not even set out what he'd bloody accomplished... Snape tried to pull back from the hand around his cock, hating himself for it, and managed to hiss between gritted teeth, "Wait... wait you've got to..." Eyes closed. Clenched tight shut, so hard that lights flashed behind them. Lip bit down on hard enough to hurt. Don't fall off the edge... literally and metaphorically for once. Choked out, "S-s-stop..." 

Jack hardly noticed when Snape pulled from his grasp. Fine, he could concentrate on... breathing? The Ouroboros has suddenly tensed around his neck, cutting off air, and directing his attentions from self satisfication. When both of Jack's hand flew up to grip at the metal viper, it's grip eased. He panted, and opened his eyes, looking up, confused, at Snape. 

Snape wasn't meeting Jack's gaze right now, catching his breath a moment, and trying to keep his head from swimming. His lungs and his groin were competing to burn the most, and he sucked in a lungfull of chill air, before ceasing his anal attentions, and slipping his slick fingers out. You ssaid you... needed thisss... Snape thought, mentally slurring his sibilants, pausing a moment. 

Jack looked up at Snape, for just a second, a cold jab of fear ran through him. Had he caused the Ouroboros to choke him just then? What about the other night? His head spun for a moment with the thoughts, then he heard the silent comment. He closed his eyes, letting himself forget about such dark thoughts as the hand was slipped from him, and Snape purred in his mind. Yes, Master.... I will wait.... for you.... he replied, sure now why the punishment was sent. 

Good... Slim hands moved to hips, now, lifted gently, held still. A sudden burst of static as he filled his mind with anything but thoughts about now- no matter what those thoughts were, and he pushed himself inside with one slow, measured thrust. The shouting in his head got louder as he sought to hide from tight, sticky warmth. In an odd moment of near-sanity he wondered at how he'd managed to get his prick covered in jam, and laughed. Settling down onto a more even keel, he slowly started to withdraw, tacking Jack's length in his hand and stroking it at the same speed. 

Jack made a soft keening sound in his throat as Snape slowly pushed into him. It was still a tense entry. Note to self, jam not a good lubricant... he thought to himself as he felt the slow entry, then retreat as he was gripped and stroked. "Oh..... Master..." he moaned, then bit down on his lower lip, knowing he should keep quiet as he was taken. He moved his hands to clutch at the sides of the desk, holding on for dear life as Snape set the pace. 

Snape would have laughed but that would have taken too much of his concentration right now, and he needed every last drop. When he was so far out it was unbearable, he started to slide himself in again, a guttural grunt the only noise he made. Slow, but firm, he gradually picked up pace, hand tightening as his arousal started fighting to take all little control he had left. He wasn't aware of where his other hand was, as it grabbed the top of Jack's arm hard enough to make the skin go white, his world currently centred pretty far from his head. 

Jack winced momentarily at the clutching grip on his shoulder, but that was secondary to other sensations his brain was receiving at the moment. His legs he lifted up, one by one placing them over Snape's shoulders to lift himself up higher, and to ease the grinding of his spine into the surface of the desk. They made the angle for Snape all the more accomadating, sending him deeper yet into his student. Jack gasped with each slow push and retreat of the other against him, and closed his eyes again, feeling the hand stroking him now, with more pressure and urgency. Yes, oh.... please..... he sighed mentally, rocking his body with the other. Not long now.... not long at all. 

The change of angle was too much for poor Snape's already fried mind, and he started pushing in harder, shallow movements never really withdrawing much. I... Snape started, but never really finished, as the mental thrum started getting louder, crying out for release. Need... That too was cut off, as his hips slammed in hard, an almost inaudible whine as he came, hands clutching tighter still. 

It was over so quick, for both of them. In one blinding flash of pleasure in both minds, both bodies, it was over. Jack lay panting, his belly and chest a mess of the most unsavory combinations of substances smeared about. He was panting quite quickly, but that would slow soon. He reached up to brush his damp fringe away from his face, and ventured a shy look up at Snape, frozen, and hovering over him, still in him. 

Snape slowly and carefully extricated his long, thin, very messy fingers. Untangled them from Jack, and had the presence of mind to support himself with it. His knees-- no, not just his knees-- he felt weak. Head bowed, his long hair trailing and the ends getting even more greasy than normal. He didn't dare venture thinking anything now, concentrating on stopping his elbow shaking. Christ but he didn't think he'd ever get used to that. 

Jack watched him move away from him, and a sadness fell over him as he saw the body language that spoke volumes to him, so he thought anyway. He thought Snape looked sadder now, more weary than before they had started. Was this killing him and his soul further instead of bringing the release and please he wanted it to? The thought of that overwhelmed him, and he heard the choked back sob in his throat before he realized he had uttered it. Rolling over to the opposite side of the desk, taking the cloak with him to cover himself, he dropped to the floor in a heap, hidden under the cloak. Confused. Afraid. Hating himself. 

Snape was barely able to stay in the position he was in, and he was considering several options, none too appealing. When Jack moved his mind blanked a moment, not really registering or understanding. Wha--? came the half-formed question, as he slunk down and hit the desk with one hip. 

Wrong.... it's all wrong... came the trembling reply. This brings you only more pain, more anguish, I see it in your face.... he said, then pulled the cloak tighter around him, shuddering, but not from the cold. I enjoy it.... so much.. but it hurts you.... to touch me... he said, then went silent.

Fucking stupid little... idiotic god-forsaken bloody-minded oh-for-the-love of-... He really didn't want to have to deal with this now. If anything he just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the deep, post-coital sleep that he felt he'd fucking earned by now... This wasn't the time to be broaching such issues. Really. Why. Why now? he complained, knowing he was sounding just as petulant and childish himself. Why do you have to bring this up now... Not fair not fair. Not fucking fair. The world did hate him. What the hell more do you want from me? he asked. I have nothing more to give...

I want it to be right.... I want you to not worry about me. I want the guilt gone, for you... Just... he stopped there not wanting this right now, like this, anymore than Snape did. He could smell the annoyance he was feeling. The tension in the room, again dangerously palpable.

'Fucking spell it out for me,' Snape growled, but that was only to himself. 'It's obviously like I need you to tell me...' Grow up, he returned, more harshly than he had meant to, got up with difficulty, the tension starting to seep back into his body slowly, and went to his rooms, the doors shutting - not slamming- behind him. 

Jack sat there for a moment or two, he wasn't sure how long, then making a decision, he got up, legs cramping now, and limped part of the way to Snape's door. He didn't knock, he went straight in, and looked around. There was no sign of Snape, but the sound of a bath being run in the other room. Dropping the cloak near the door, Jack followed the sound of running water.

2002-11-09 07:48:00,
Help me I am in Hell....

And I am taking Snape with me, or is he me? Why can't we just get along and have it be fun, no worries, no pain, no anguish, no angst?

Because the world has it in for the both of us. I hear his silent bemoanings, his rails, and mental fist shaking at the world that seems to hate him so much, and me as well. 

Last night, after the initial taking and my mental breakdown, I soothed him with a bath, a massage and my silence. We went to bed, we joined again, softer and silent this time; then slept the sleep of the dead or truly innocent. Before we fell asleep, I almost confessed all to him. 

I am glad I didn't. Firstly, he wouldn't have believed me, then when and if he had, it would have only made things worse. He desires and possesses Jack Grim. While Jack Grim may be an improper partner for him on so many levels, he is still not Sirius Black. 

Could he ever feel for me as myself as he does now? Do I even KNOW what he feels for Jack Grim? Do I even know what I feel for him besides a burning lust and a desire to please him in all things, to not disappoint? 

It never gets any easier. Only more complex. 

Well, I must get to work if I am not to disappoint. I am off to the library and the Restricted Section for more research. 

As ever.

2002-11-09 11:40:00,"
Studying for my life, studying for my grades....

AN IC RP with Jack and Blaise.

After surviving the night before, then an early rise to make it appear he had slept in his own bed again, Jack had returned to the Library and the Restricted section. He was again surrounded by piles of books, and notes on parchment. He paused, sighed, and ran his hand through his fringe, brushing it out of his face for the moment as he continued reading. "Where..... where.... is it...." he hissed to himself, "Where is it?" 

Blaise walked into the library and pulled out a book, some parchment, and some ink and her quill; from her book-bag and set it on the table. And before sitting down she looked up and saw Jack in the restricted section. Blaise walked over to the cage and whispered loud enough so only Jack could hear her, "Jack!" She smiled slightly as she watched and waited for him to respond. 

Even though he was surrounded by books, and flipping studiously through page after page, Jack heard her, and slowly he lifted his head up to peer at her from under his long two-toned bangs. "Yes..... Zabini...?" he said in a low, growly voice, then shook his bangs out of his eyes. "What can I help you with now?" he asked in a slightly impatient tone of voice. 

Blaise glared at him and with a icy cold tone, "Jeez what crawled up you arse and died?" She was soo not in the mood for him to be a complete pompous asre, and if she need to she would tell him he was. Blaise moved a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at Jack, "I was just hoping that you would perhaps, care to join me and perhaps we could study together, our exams are coming up you know. 

Jack sighed, and rolled his eyes at her response. He stared up at the ceiling and muttered silently to himself, then looked back down at her. "I am sorry, Blaise." he said slowly, patiently, although it was a forced calm. "I am doing some research right now, very important research for Professor Snape," he explained. "What are you studying?" he asked sweetly, adding one of his best smiles to boot. 

Blaise was untaken by his smile she refused to let him try and charm his way out of it. It really didn't bother her at all that he was busy with something else. She smirked at him, "Well, if you are too busy perhaps I should let you go then., and why do you care what I am studying if you don't care to study with me?" She looked at him watching his reaction carefully. 

Jack sighed aloud, and slammed the book shut he was reading. "Fine... Give me a minute to clear this up will you?" he sighed, then set about putting the books away back onto the shelves, and gathering up his materials and placing them back into his book bag. He slid the last of the books back onto the shelf, then as he was walking out, one caught his eye, for no particular reason. Jack stopped, and after reading the spine, pulled the book down and began thumbing through the pages with urgency and curiosity. He forgot all about Blaise. 

Blaise shook her head she wasn't going to say anything to him, as much as she wanted to she didn't. She walked over and sat down and started to study alone not really paying much attention to the time as she waited for him. She thumbed through her Medicinal Magic book. She looked up and Noticed Jack reading some book she then glanced back to her own. She wasn't about to go ask him why he wasn't here, she hadn't even notice he hadn't come and it had been at least 30 minutes. 

Suddenly, there was a "thump" on the table next to Blaise, and Jack sat down next to her, grinning wide as he set his chin in his hand and leaned on the table, looking at her. "So Zabini, what are we studying today?" he asked in a low sultry voice. 

Blaise looked up and then look back to her book, "At the moment I am studying my Medical Magic Class, however if you would rather work on some thing else we can do that to... I have my , Advanced Arthmancy, Medicinal Magic, Alchemy, Potions and my DADA books with me. Which would you care to tackle?" Blaise smiled softly at him. She glanced around the library it was practically empty, she didn't really care about them it was her grades to her that mattered not theirs. 

Jack suddenly got a very weary look on his face as she listed off all of the names of the classes she noted she was studying for and he realized that he had been so busy with other matters, he hadn't studied anything by Potions, Dark Magical Objects, and Snape for the last few weeks. He sighed and rolled his eyes, "God, I don't know... pick one, I will most likely be failing everything except potions..." he moaned. 

Blaise gasped, "You kidding me right? Jack you need to study so you don't fail your exams, you don't want to be stuck in your 5th forever and end up like Marcus Flint." Blaise took out a deep breath, "Okay how about Alchemy, it is the hardest of them all, or most thing it is." Blaise opened up her book and moved closer to Jack and smiled. She took a deep breath as she looked at him. 

Jack slowly shook his head. "I don't know where to start there.... I have been doing all the assignments, but..." he paused looking her in the eyes, "It's like I am not retaining it or anything...." he said tapping the side of his head with his fingertip. "I've been....." he paused, and if she looked close enough, she could see the dark circles showing under his eyes, and the weariness in those pale orbs. "Working so hard on something, everything else has sort of fallen to the side," he said in a defeated tone. Sensing how weak he must appear to her, he snorted and looked away. "I dunno Blaise, maybe I am not the best person to be a study buddy with right now..." 

"If I have to beat it into you, you will pass your exams!" Blaise took his hand, "You have had a lot happen this you, Do you honestly think I would let my friend fail?" She smiled faintly and she started to read and explain stuff to him. She showed him how to do the work and showed him simple ways to remember it. 

Jack gave Blaise a warm smile and squeezed her hand as she held his. "You are such a good mate to me Blaise," he said softly, "Why do you put up with me being such an insufferable ass to you?" he asked with a heavy sigh, then looked down at the Alchemy book, and concentrated on reviewing the material with her. 

"Because I know you are just being a insufferable ass, and you perhaps just never really had a girl as a friend and you don't know what to do with that." Blaise smiled softly. She took a deep breath as she went over the material a few More times not paying attention to the time. "Okay Jack do you understand it yet?" She Looked at him hoped he had. 

Jack was giving her the goofiest of smiles when she at last looked back up at him, "You know Zabini, I think you may just have something there..." he said with a smile. "I don't believe I've ever had a girl just as a friend, and not a conquest or play thing...." he said. "I think I rather like having you like that...." 

Blaise laughed, "Should I be flattered or insulted?" She took it as a complement even though he hadn't answered her back yet, "I am glad you like having me like that, now do you understand what I have been trying to explain to you about Alchemy?" Blaise bit her lip and hoped that it had gotten in to his head, cause then she could work on the other stuff with him .

Jack smiled at her. "Yes, I was complimenting you Zabini, I only flatter those whose knickers I want to climb into." he said, then winked at her. "Yes. I daresay this is making more sense to me now. I don't feel as doomed as I did earlier." he said, then closed up his books, "God, look at the time, nearly lunch. Will you join me at the table for lunch Zabini?" he said with a devilish grin, and offered her his arm. 

Blaise smiled, "Is that so, well I am Glad I could be of help for you, perhaps we can work on everything else later. " Blaise smiled as she closed her the book and put it in her book bag. "Join you for lunch? Sure why not." Blaise took his arm and smiled softly."

2002-11-09 21:14:00,
Another Day, another galleon

If only it were that simple. I shared some library time with Blaise this morning. She helped me with Alchemy studies when I was at an impass with my "Other" research. It took her to remind me I have other classes to pass mid-terms for besides Potions...

God, to be so free as to only have to worry about the mundane....

We had lunch together, then I excused myself to continue studying alone. Lots of infomrmation going in, more wicked facts than any human should know, but nothing is forming a plan, solution or salvation for what faces Snape and I.

Are we utterly lost? Damned? God, I don't know. I am going to sneak up to the roof for a quick fag then going to go to bed. I can't think anymore, about anything.

As ever."

2002-11-10 18:40:00,All work and no play.... Makes Jack a sleepy boy....,"An IC RP with Snape, Jack, and Albus.

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Jack went straight from lunch back to the Dungeons on Sunday afternoon, a massive assortment of books in his bag. In a weary daze, he went into the potions Classroom, and looked around. Of course it was empty, and cold. He sneezed when the end of his nose chilled, then moving to set up at a desk near the oft ignored fireplace, he summoned a roaring blaze, and set to work reading and researching once again. He paused after a while, resting his hands over his face as he rubbed at his eyes. "I am going to go blind from all of this reading..." he muttered. 

Snape had just been to see Albus again. Something that was happening more and more these days- or so it seemed to him. Thought it was something he could do without. It always left him even more melancholy and frustrated without ever really knowing why. He met Minerva on the way out, his eyes lower than he would have wished, and pulled himself haughtily up, grumbling internally, before heading back imperiously to his favorite haunt. 

Laying atop Jack's pile of books was the one on Blood Lines and Talismans he had taken from the library before. It was sitting idle while he warmed his feet near the fire, and flipped through a book entirely on Snakes and the uses for their venoms. He made notes on parchment, then after pouring a goblet of pumpkin juice just delivered with a tray of cookies by a house elf, he waved his wand over it, making it a warm mead instead. He sipped at the mead, and sighed, turning another page. Reading, reading, but not sure any of it was staying in his head, or congealing into anything helpful. 

Door opened. Snape walked in. Carried on walking through to his office, not acknowledging Jack even if he saw him. Started rummaging through something noisily, cursing under his breath, and kicking something wooden and heavy-sounding. An exhalation, and he stood up, eyes closed, trying to clear his head. 

Jack looked up of course as Snape steamed through like the Hogwarts Express, and his greeting to him got as far as the opening of his mouth, but no more. He watched him disappear into his office, and with an audible sigh, returned to his reading and note taking. He wasn't going to be the one to attempt contact this time. He would talk to him or acknowledge him in his own due time if he wanted to. He knew he had been seen. 

Nothing in the room. Damn it. Damn him. Damn all of them. Nothing, not a single iota. He was frustrated, and feeling worse than useless, and at a loose end. None of which boded well. His mind raced, trying to latch onto--- something, but that wasn't working. He stopped when he realised he was pacing the room, and stared at the wall accusingly. 

Moments later, he ventured a soft call, despite his vow to not, Would the Ouroboros, could it be considered a Talisman of Blood? he sent as he had now switched to the book he had grabbed on a whim about Talismans. 

Snape had been so focused on his own thoughts that the quiet intrusion startled him, and he didn't understand the words at first- the sounds sliding over him like so much water. His head tilted to one side, and he ran them back, listening to the words this time, and thought. After a moment more he replied... Perhaps... He needed to think more about that. Talismans had never been his strongest point, though he did admire their manufacture in being more refined than a simple swish and flick- he had never really investigated them much. 

I am reading a book on Talismans Master, there is a chapter on ones tied to, and powered by Blood. Pure wizard blood.... he sent, then a moment later, I shall remain out here Sir, I hope you don't mind, it was the only place I could study undisturbed, he added before returning to his reading, sipping, and the occasional bite of a gingersnap. 

Just be sure to clean up after yourself when done, he sent as a curt retort. 

Don't I always? came the insolent reply, Including you? he snarked silently, then went silent again as he read over the chapter slowly and carefully. As he read, the Ouroboros animated and circled his neck slowly, caressing him in a seemingly, affectionate manner. Jack wasn't sure if the object was acting on Snape's impulse or it's own. He reached a hand up to stroke it's blood warmed coils idly as he read on. 

Snape sent a grudging, half-hearted grumble in response, trying to concentrate. He got up, and dragged several old books down from the shelves, sat at his desk, and wrote out a book list which he rolled, and sealed. Sending a letter. he said, by means of explanation, as he headed out and to the owlery. 

Jack looked up as Snape passed by, and kept himself silent on all channels, and went back to his reading. He poured a second goblet of the converted juice, and then gapped and stretched for a moment before shaking the weariness out of his eyes with a toss of his head. The fire and mead were working against his concentration skills, but he pressed on. It was later, when he caught himself gazing out the window at the rain he realized this was going no where fast. 

A few owls later, and carrying an armfull of books, Snape came back, and dropped them on the desk, wincing at the weight of them, his back to Jack. His lips moved silently as he spoke to himself, almost thinking aloud. Finally, he looked appeased, and settled back on his heels more. 

Jack looked over when Snape entered, and sheepishly returned from his post at the window and sat back down at the desk near the fire. He watched him for a long moment, then went back to reading. As if to test a theory, he reached up to his neck, and tried to pull the Ouroboros loose, he did it quickly as if trying to sneak up on it, but it reflexively tightened down. The harder he pulled on it, the harder it constricted until it caused him to choke, and he was forced to let go. 

The sound startled Snape, who jumped like a horse, spooked. He turned to look at Jack, confusion writ large across his features as he tried to figure out exactly what he was up to. "Sure fire way to end up dead," he commented wryly. "Unless that is your intention... in which case, there are faster ways." 

Jack just shook his head, and gave Snape a glare, "Just working on a theorum," he growled, then went back to reading the chapter he had been studying. He would not let himself be baited into an snark fest. He would show him HE could at least be the adult for a change. He reached for his mead again, and took a long drink before munching down three more of the gingersnaps, loudly. 

"There are other ways to study, you know," Snape rumbled, and turned back to his own books this time, making a point of opening out a large scroll on the table, which rolled over the edge of the desk. He looked at it, bit his lip. 

Jack flickered a gaze over at Snape, and then back to his book, he rested his cheek in his hand as he read, and remained silent. Something told him that would be the best thing for them at this point. Nothing would get done if he spoke to him, or went any closer to him. It was bad enough his superior sense of smell was picking up his intoxicating scent from here. 

Pureblood family trees were a complicated matter. Even for members of the highest families, for whom knowing one's pedigree and everyone else's was essential to social interaction- it was very difficult and they often needed 'helpers'. Snape trailed his fingers across the tree, watching as magical indicators lit up and streamed over to more complex parts of the table. This could take forever... 

Jack at last let out a defeated grunt, and shoved the book to the side and leaned his head on his folded arms. "I can't do it anymore..." he moaned into the wood of the desk. "It's all going in, but not staying, or making any sense any longer. I never was good at this studying for days on end..." he muttered, then went silent, remaining hunched over his desk. 

"Go to sleep," Snape said, a little sadly. "You're no use in this state. It just makes it worse." He looked up, and over his shoulder, blinking owlishly. "I can take it from here..." 

Useless, again. he thought to himself, then aloud he said after a beat. "Let me just rest a moment. I'll get back on it..." he said then with a sigh, closed his eyes. He was so comfortable hunched over like that, most wouldn't have been so. He listened to the crack and pop of the fire, felt the warmth of it bathing over him. His body tingled just the right amount from the mead, and soon.... he was asleep. Right where he sat, face down on his arms.

He was going to work them both to death at this rate. Himself, he wasn't too bothered about. He'd regularly done this to himself over the years, but not everyone could work under these conditions, under this stress. It wasn't fair to put it on anyone else anyway, when it was all his fault. Gods. Where had it all gone wrong? Was there a point that he could say 'This is where I screwed up', Time-turn back and undo it all?

He closed his eyes, rubbed his face. Too many mistakes. Too many regrets. Too many things done or not done that should have been. But he would do this right. He would. If it killed him he was going to make something work for once. Maybe it was his last chance. He carried on working, late into the night, and when Jack never woke up, levitated him through and out of the room as he carried on. 

Albus walked into the room, playing with a sherbet lemon drop that had fallen into his beard earlier, desperately fighting his massive locks of silver hair, as it managed to become spectacularly tangled. 

Snape looked up from his work, face blank and void of expression for the moment, looking rather odd for the lack of scowl, grimace, or frown. A slight line creased between his brows as he wondered, watching Albus closely. When he didn't say anything immediately, he asked quietly, "Headmaster?" 

In Snape's office, Jack shifted under the woolen Slytherin Crest blanket that had been draped over him once placed in Snape's large chair to sleep. Warm, comfortable and dreaming of... chasing rabbits through the bracken. 

The elderly wizard looked up, smiling faintly, head tilted slightly to one side. "Good evening, Severus..."

2002-11-11 13:12:00,
Monday

Well, I guess I ended up taking a nap at my post at my desk in the Potions Class, and was woken up quite early this morning by Snape. I was curled up under a blanket in his massive Office Chair, he growled something about having to put me there so I wouldn't drool in my sleep on the precious and defenseless books. 

Sod him 

I staggered back to Slytherin House, and fell into bed for a couple more hours of sleep, then rose with my dorm mates, and went to breakfast, classes, and now lunch. 

I am taking a break from studies today. I have a low grade headache that just will not go away for some reason.

I feel the need to get outside, I think I shall do that after the afternoon classes end. The fall weather is making me restless. 

As ever.

2002-11-11 16:23:00,
OWL POST to Remus Lupin

Remus, I see by the moon chart I have managed to acquire you will be changing next week. Meet me Monday night, the old place you used to stay. I know you know where I mean.

I will be there. Tell no one. 

Sirius

2002-11-12 17:49:00,
Welcome to my second home..

An IC RP with Snape and Jack.

Jack sighed and paused in his reading to rub his eyes with his fingertips, the headache was coming back, and he was starving. He hadn't skipped any meals, as directed, but somehow, he was still always on the verge of hunger. Long hours of reading seemed to worsen. He decided to stand up and stretch, and glanced around the library. Save for a few Ravenclaws, none of which were Cho, he was alone. 

Madam Pince had long ago given up with Severus Snape. Even when he'd been a student, the librarians had eventually acquiesced, more or less, and leave him be. She watched him with resigned suspicion as he entered without an acknowledgement, heading straight for the section, the shelf, indeed the book he thought he needed. Libraries were tidy- when there was no one in them. He liked them. He sensed Jack before he saw him, though he wasn't actively looking for him, he thought. But he never broke pace as he moved to peruse a shelf, passing him, Still at it, Grim? 

Jack retook his seat, and again resumed his reading, even if it was for pantomine only, Yes, Master. Until I am set to another task by you, he replied, sounding and feeling weary, but not complaining about it. There was a pause, then, How are you, Sir? Well I hope. 

Well enough, came the perfunctory reply. And as well as I suppose I shall ever be. Eyes narrowed over a particularly illegible spine. I see you cannot say the same... Damn people why can't they put books back in the right order? Snape moaned as he finally found what he was looking for. Hefted it, and opened the first page, blinking at the dust. With any luck, there won't be much need for me to set anything soon... 

There was a moment of silence as Jack mulled over what Snape had said, digesting it. He resumed his dogged studying, then a moment later. I want to be with you. I don't like sleeping alone. Even if it is just to sleep.... I want that much... he boldy, but quielty declared. He never looked up from his book, and his expression was a calm of concentration. 

Snape surprised himself by the stoic nature he managed to keep up around himself- and by imagining himself sinking his head against the bookshelf, he kept himself from doing it. You were sent to try me, weren't you? he mulled, ruefully, and half to himself. Swallowed. Looked at the book like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

I... We have to ride this out. I don't know anymore. Maybe... maybe we can. That book of yours had a few things in it I need to discuss with Albus, but it seems I may have something to thank my family for after all. A bitter, self-depracating little laugh. Don't stay here too long, it isn't healthy, he instructed as he started leaving himself, this time nodding at Madam Pince to deliberately infuriate her. 

Jack smiled softly at Snape's mild beration, then began to gather up his things, it was nearly meal time, and he expected to make the most of it. The tunnel, half past ten. I will be there... he sent with a smile, and continued to concentrate on his work before him. You can decide whether to open the panel or not. 

The sudden, first thought that came to mind when the tunnel was mentioned didn't have enough time to register before something else- something warmer... older... bigger washed over Snape, and he felt himself relax involuntarily. That was who he was. What was the point in denying, or fighting? Liberating- after a fashion- to not fight against the truth. Don't even think about bringing tourists, though, he shot back. I'm redecorating. 

Jack allowed himself a wider grin at that, and as he finished gathing up his things and replacing all the books to the proper shelves, I wouldn't think of sharing what we have with anyone. I will bring only what is needed... he replied, cheeky to the end, and then left the library for his Dorm, then the Great Hall. 

Which was good because Snape reckoned he was kept on his toes enough already. But instead, he sent a mental list of things that might be needed instead, which took quite a deal of imagination, and several minutes. He paused only to snap at a few students along the way- aloud this time- oblivious to his own hypocrisy, or maybe even amused by it. He had rather a lot of work to do today, but somehow it didn't seem too much. 

Jack chuckled as he made a mental note of the list. Some he would bring, others, no chance in Hell. He made quick work of his trip back to his dorm, then headed with the rest of his house down for eating. "Hey Zabini, got a minute?" he called out as he caught up to her, and received a wary glance in reply.

2002-11-12 19:14:00,
House Elf to CHO CHANG,

Hello Cho,

I can only guess your silence toward me since Halloween means I have done something to insult, or offend you. 

Such was never my intent, nor my desire. If you no longer want to communicate with me, I will understand, but feel a profound sense of loss. 

You may return my Firebolt to me via House Elf if you do not wish to see me in person. 

Again, I am sorry for whatever it was I did. I had a marvelous time on Halloween, I can only hope you did as well. 

Sincerely, 

Jack Grim

2002-11-12 20:30:00,
A night off..

From what? Studying. I can't do it any more. I don't know hw he keeps it up, for years on end. Survival. That is how. His ability to solve this riddle.... or should I say, Riddle, will ensure our survival and hopefully the fall of the Dark One. 

I have done all I can. Provided clues, support, companionship, and hhopefully later tonight, a distraction. 

If sex happens, that is fine, but it's not what I am looking for primarily. I just don't want to be alone. I want another beside me, holding me and sharing the dark, and the fear. 

I won't attempt to start anything, I will follow his lead, and hope we are on the same wavelength in this.

I suppose I should get packing. Now, where did I put that Hand Basket?

As Ever.

2002-11-12 22:52:00,
Tunnel Time,

IC RP with Jack, Snape, and NPC Flitwick.

Jack was in the tunnel a bit early, around 10:15, and the bookbag of items, most of them, that Snape had requested had been appropriated and sat waiting. He was laying on a pair of thick featherbeds, and covered with a Slytherin green woolen blanket. He had a book, and by candle light was reading. He reached into his bookbag, and pulled out a handfull of gingersnaps to nibble on while he waited.

Albus was incredibly thoughtful. Or thoughtless. Or both. Whatever it was- it was studied to perfection. FIlius Flitwick, the annoying Ravenclaw Head of House, had only come to call to discuss some matters that Snape had come across 'in his reasearch for a paper, or so Albus told me' and was being all too obliging. Snape tried not to eye the clock on the wall, impatient to get him out, but maintaining the thinnest veneer of politeness. The all-too-evident hostility was carefully ignored by the other professor, clearly in his element, and all too content to spout over things. Some of which was very useful, Snape had to admit, but he just didn't want to deal with it now.

Beginning to despair, as time ran out, he sent an exasperated message. I hope you've made yourself comfortable. We have visitors.

Jack paused in his reading, and after the inital feeling of shock, and worry, realized he must mean "non murderous" visitors, and not Voldemort. Still his heart was pounding a bit faster, and then disappointment set in. Don't worry, I shan't start without you... he replied cheekily, and resumed his reading. Cookie, turn a page, Cookie, turn a page, yawn.

Snape was on auto-pilot, filing details for later reviewing, too overloaded to examine anything now, and relying instead on his memory for this. At worst, he would ask to borrow Albus' penseive. I hope you're listening to this, he sent, sounding distinctly disinterested. I might set a test. Little amusement there. Under normal circumstances he probably would have loved an intellectual discussion with the learned man. Oh for heaven's sake, Filius, get it over already...

"... so the metal used and the markins would also be of prime significance... is it an object you have access to?"

Snape sat up straighter. "No." Realised he was sounding too defensive. "It was unfortunately lost to my family. As much of the old amulets were." To the Ministry, amongst other things.

"Oh, that's a shame, but still the documented evidence..."

At length, Flitwick took his leave, and thanked Severus for his hospitality. Thought he would never leave...

A quiz? Oh.... that is wholly unfair... He replied. Besides, I am busy reading, studying... I don't allow myself much idle time Master, was his explanation. Then he got the message that Flitwick had left, and he snickered to himself as the image of him having to sit upon a pile of books just to look at Snape if he was sitting in front of Snape's desk. All clear?

Idle hands... are Riddle's plaything. Yes, Snape replied, jotting down a few notes to jog his memory for later, before heading to his door. A wand passed over the expanse of wall, and he finished tidying the things he'd left lying around when he had been interrupted.

Yes, yes.... he nodded, Idle hands can usually be found down my trousers... he said as he snickered, then set the book aside. It was more Muggle reading, a book of horror stories now. He rolled over onto his back and sighed. Then rolling over again, he bunched up the featherbed to make a pillow for his head, then rolled over again. By the third time he had gotten it right, and was comfortable. He sighed, and waited. Nice and warm here....

A snort. Well you aren't locked out, Snape muttered, not wanting... not wanting to go into that tunnel overmuch. To... Why? He felt comfortable there. Warm? I do hope you haven't lit a fire. Heavens knows it isn't ventilated in there. He leaned against the wall, wondering that he was baiting him over a mere few yards. But then, what was life but that? Yards could mean a lot. Though it might serve to fumigate any rodents.

Not locked out? Well of course not. I suppose if you want me to warm your bed in there I can.... but that would be a waste of the little den I have created in here. I even gathered the items you requested... he said in as enticing of a mental tone as he could. Truth be told, he was quite comfortable, and settled in where he was.

Thoroughly exhausted by the day, Snape weighed things up. He could continue to be stubborn and awkward- no surprise there- which would take an awful lot of energy and no doubt get him moe frustrated than he already was. Or, he could acquiesce, and make life easy on himself. Not that he was all that unfamiliar with that option. Life was filled with sacrifices. I don't like the heat, he protested. But if nothing else I suppose I need to collect those things if you went to the trouble of bringing them, he added, sulkily.

The cave is cold, the bed and myself are warm... he specified, then another yawn overtook him. "Bugger but I am tired...." he muttered to himself, and rolled onto his back. He opened his eyes and looked at the candle flickering from where he had attached it in a sconce earlier.

The panel slid open with relative ease, and a silence that Snape found slightly disturbing. Wasn't it supposed to creak, ominously? Somehow, silence was worse. It spoke of care... he was standing clear of the wall now, the muted light behind casting a tall, thin shadow through the passageway. "I assure you, you are not alone in that respect," Snape said, with a slight quirk to his lip. Hands laced behind him, standing as one drilled in parade showing.

Jack felt the change of air in the tunnel, and then Snape's voice follow. He sat up in the camp bed he had prepared and looked at Snape. He smiled warmly, and pointed to the bag. "There is your shopping list. I found most of what you asked for." he said softly, then patted a spot next to him. "I have mead and gingersnaps..." he grinned.

"Always thinking with your stomach," Snape complained, as he walked up, prodded the bed experimentally with his toes, before turning, smoothing his robes beneath him, and sitting carefully- all with orchestrated, deliberate attention. Settled, he looked about for the mead. "I think my liver owes me a drink or two," he decided.

Jack smiled, and leaning forward, past Snape, he pulled the black bag closer and rumaged around in it for a moment. He found the flask, then handed it to Snape. "There you are Sir. The first taste is yours," he smiled then went back to reclining on his side.

Snape took the flask with a slight nod, and he gave it a quick visual once-over before opening it, sniffing it, and taking a measured swig, pausing a moment before swallowing. A quiet grunt, and he offered it back. "Well at least you have some taste, Grim," he said, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand fastidiously.

Jack nodded and smiled, "Thank you Master, I try to be knowledgeable in all things that will please you..." he said then took a long sip of the mead as well. He returned the flask to Snape, then presented him with a tin of Gingersnaps. "They are quite nice," he smiled.

A second, slightly deeper draught, and he looked cautiously into the tin, from a distance, as though frightened they might jump and snap themselves. Biting his lip a little, he shook his head. "Be that as it may, I am afraid I shall have to decline..." His stomach didn't feel all that settled. He passed the flask back again, and leaned back, at an angle, slightly, to rest against the wall, sinking gratefully into it. "It seems some end is in sight, now," he said, as casually as you like.

Jack nodded, then set the tin back into the bag and matched Snape sip for sip on the Mead. He laid down on the featherbeds, and went quiet, watching Snape closely. "An end?" he asked after a fashion. "That would be a great relief," he sighed, then closed his eyes for just a moment.

Snape licked the remnants of the alcohol from his top lip, savouring it a moment longer. It always reminded him of- of days before. "It would," he agreed. More than you can know... "That was what Filius wanted. He has more or less confirmed my sucpicions, and now all that remains to be done is to see how best they can be employed." He arched his back a little, pushing his shoulders back too. Looked over at Jack. "Any way, it won't be a pretty sight."

Jack's eyes were closed, his breathing slow. He nodded drowsily, and licked at his lips before speaking. "Nothing worth having is ever easy, nothing worth keeping... I dunno...." he muttered drowsily. He then forced his eyes open, and as if wanting to prevent falling asleep, sat up an leaned back against the wall of the tunnel next to Snape. When the cold brick contacted him through his shirt, he shivered, and rubbed his hands on his upper arms.

"Mmmm, maybe," Snape rumbled by means of reply, managing to inflect the sound with rather more than he should, by rights, have been able to. Noting Jack shivering, an arm unconsciously slipped out, nudged under his back, and pulled him to lean against him. "Catch your blinding death," he groused, tongue feeling nicely heavy, the words larger, more bulky to pronounce.

Jack leaned over into the embrace, smiling. He reached out for the blanket, and pulled it over his and Snape's lower portions. He sighed and closed his eyes, content, warm, and slightly buzzed. "No, I won't. That would be too easy of a death. You and I both know that Fate wouldn't be so kind to either of us..." he grinned. He then turned his face more towards Snape, smelling the scent from just under his ear.

With his free hand, Snape straightened the blanket, smoothing it down and laying the edges flat. Humming, silently, deep in his throat, he turned his face a little, getting a nosefull of hair. "Fate has a sense of humour, I'll probably end up killed by a..." he paused, trying to think of a suitably ironic death. "...Infected papercut, perhaps." He exhaled, a half-snort. "Or something more ridiculous."

Jack snickered and nuzzled against Snape's neck, rubbing his scent on his cheek, and vice versa. "Ingrown toenail... that goes into gangrene," he laughed, then opening his eyes, reached for the mead again. He took another long sip, then passed it over to Snape again.

A gruff noise, and he rubbed his chin on the top of his head a moment, before taking the flask and a swig as well. "And you... you will be killed by..." Thinking a moment. "Rare tropical sneezing disease."

Jack laughed aloud at that.... Then turned to look over at Snape, "Well that's certainly unkind enough of a thought.," he said, full of bluster and faux annoyance. He then disolved into a fit of drunken giggles, and snuggled down closer to Snape. "I would have guessed syphletic insanity.... or gout from over eating..."

Snape managed a passable version of the infamous Put-Upon-Professor look, and snapped his teeth near an ear. "Your feet were fine last time I looked, but perhaps I better put you on a diet," he threatened. "Bread, water, and the occasional rice-cake."

Jack snorted, then looked over at Snape again, drawing the flask to himself again. "Oh, I see, the Azkaban diet...." he chuckled. Swig, swallow, wipe. "Well, that suits me well enough as long as you provide me with some protein once in a while..." he snarked, then slipped an hand around under the blanket and over the inside of a long thigh to make his point. He gave the thigh a quick pinch with his fingers, then laughed wickedly.

"Not even remotely funny, you wretch," came the complaint, and he bent to bite lightly behind an ear. "That would be assuming I wanted to keep you alive," he added, squeezing his waist with his trapped hand, a little numb and tingling in the finger-tips, but that was no great disadvantage.

Jack made a long slow whining sound as his ear was bit, and felt a charge run through his body. Biting was always a turn-on for him. He felt a sudden flush of heat wash over him, and he shuddered, leaning closer to Snape again. "Oh, you want me alive.... I amuse you. I am a frustrating challenge, and I don't take bucket loads of your shit," he said in an amused tone. Then added a bit more seriously, "You would be tenfold as lonely and as miserable a bastard than you are now without me...."

"Someone has an elevated opinion of themselves," Snape said, smirking and moving his head to nuzzle against the nape of neck. "And I'm not a miserable bastard. Can't you just feel my amazingly sunny disposition?" He slid down the wall a little, under his weight, and Jack's, and the angle he was at, bringing one knee up to a right angle to stop him sliding down too fast. A beat, and he added, "Well, if you think this is bad..." I can do worse.

Jack made more giggling sounds at Snape's litany, and felt himself being moved sideways, downward. "Iss not that I have an elevated opinion of myself. YOU do!" he blurted. "After all.... You collared me," he pointed out. "You must have sensed pureblood or pure breeding in your chosen pet..." he said, then snickered. "As long as you don't try to have me neutered, thingssss will be just fine...." he said, then hiccupped.

"Only so I could keep a closer eye on you," Snape lied, oofing a little as he came to a halt with his face in his chest, voice muffled and nasal as he spoke before shifting to a more comfortable position. "And as for your pedigree... That has yet to be proven." He shifted so his neck wasn't cramped. "What's the 'L'?"

Jack shifted, and shrugged, and moved around until he was laying on his side, Snape behind him. He closed his eyes, feeling his Master's breath in his ear. Laughing, he closed his eyes, and thought. "L? What L?" he muttered after a long fashion. He opened his eyed, confused for a moment. Had he missed something?

"In your name," Snape explained, shuffling up closer behind Jack, draping himself over him. "If nothing else your name gives you away- only an old family could be insane or sadistic enough to saddle you with such a name." Long fingers trailed over his hip in thought.

Jack paused, and tried to think, 'What the Hell IS my middle name?' he thought to himself, and he felt a wave of panic wash over him. So consuming was it, he didn't notice the stroking hand on his hip. Blink, think, had Albus ever TOLD him what it was? Had he ever told him ANYTHING about The Boy He Had Become. He worked his mouth as he thought, and blurted out the first name that came to mind, "Lucian."

Snape muffled quiet laughter in Jack's hair, and he squeezed with his hand. Lucian? God knows he'd seen that name enough recently, scattered through annals, records, family trees... "Only a pureblood family..." he said, almost wistfully. "My Great-Uncle on my mother's side was called that. And in fact, rather a few of my relatives, direct and not."

Jack chuckled, and shuddered with his laughter, "Maybe we are related..." he laughed, then snuggled closer to Snape. "Naw.... I am too handsome to have fallen from the Snape family tree...." he giggled. "That'ssss it, I will bring more comely genes into the breeding pool... Adopt me... and I will give you lovely children...." he laughed, completely hammered now. Irrational.

"Doesn't work like that," Snape said, shaking his head. "That's the whole point- of this too." The Ouroboros slid a slow circuit, under orders. "No pollution, no intrusion, absolute security... And all, in the first place, for inheritance." A dull laugh. "Before it got out of hand. But don't mock my line, if this comes off, you might have a lot to thank them for, ugly though they be." A strange mix of pride and shame always accompanied thoughts of his family.

Jack smiled at that, and laid there, entertaining his favorite fantasy of the last 15 years. Living somewhere, out in the open, free, warm, and loved. A lover to call his own, one that owned him completely, and with a strong enough hand to rein him in as needed. "I never want this to end..." he said softly. "I want to be older, so you can...." he stopped there, shaking his head, suddenly melancholy and that was not where he wanted to be. He wanted to be feeling other things, doing other things. Pressed down, held, never let go.

"Shh, don't think," Snape chided. Slid his arms around him, and pulled back tight. "I'm not going anywhere- except kicking, screaming, and most like as not hexing to high heavens." Closed his eyes. Pressed lips against neck. Why do you think I gave you that collar, after all? He held still, wondering. Jack knew who he was, what he was- hell, he knew when he was born if not what year, which was a damned sight more than even his house mates had known. If he fled... No. He didn't want to think about that, tugging closer. "Besides, who would annoy me then?"

Jack smiled, and slid his tongue out to catch the tear that hand run down his cheek, and alongside his nose. "I never want to leave, I will follow you to the fires of Hell, Master. I..." he paused, changing the words to follow, "I would do that for you." He sighed, then closed his eyes again. I know life will never be fair, but will it ever get easier? he mused silently, then began to drift off to sleep.

Snape swore his heart skipped a beat or two, and wasn't all that sure it was still going. Which would prove a few people right. He wrapped himself tight, twining legs and arms in a mess he was sure to suffer for when he woke, but what the hell. You only lived once. "Hopefully... it will not have to come to that." Could he say the same? There was a reason he was a Slytherin- and to be honest, he'd never really felt the need to exhibit the traits of any other house, feeling rather let off the hook in that respect. That way, he didn't let anyone down. He'd... just have to see... And as for easier? It could do. I live... in hope.

Jack nodded, and sighed, just on th