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Title: The Lament Configuration
Pairing: Snape, Pinhead and the Cenobites (from Clive Barker's Hellraiser), implied Snape/Lucius
Rating: Light R - there is mention of Snape's cock.
Length: 1200 words
Summary: Lucius keeps an interesting collection of dark artefacts, most notably a strange puzzle box.
Kinks: None, really.
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine. This market's been cornered.
A/N: Written AGES ago. This has been sitting on my hard drive for-fucking-ever, kiddies. Yup, this is me on weird :P
Inspired greatly by a sketch from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eldivinomarques.
Betaed bysinick and venivincere.
The Lament Configuration
Twice that night, Severus left the comfort of Lucius's embrace. The third time he did not return to their bed.
The manse had ninety-nine rooms, half of which he had yet to explore, but none of the rooms held the same curiosity for him that the library did. Severus was a confessed bibliophile, and no book was ever too large or too dry for his tastes.
As luck would have it, Lucius was as selfish with Severus in sleep as he was with his family while awake. He was a heavy sleeper, and was dead to any claim on himself until he woke. Severus would have at least four hours until dawn. Four hours on the sly with his own lovers. No two were alike - some were voluminous, others had aesthetically pleasing covers. One thing was certain though; Severus couldn't help touching them. All of them.
One tome in particular caught his eye, one he hadn't ever remembered seeing before. Plucking the spine between spidery fingers, he pulled it from the shelf, half expecting to blow dust from its top. But the nooks and crannies were dust free.
It was a curious thing, bound in human skin, porous and smooth, with the words 'Dictionnaire Infernal' scrawled in what appeared to be nail gouges. It breathed as he did, bookface heaving, filling nonexistent lungs with air. Further inspection of the book revealed ancient scriptures: Aramaic, Babylonian, Sumerian, and Latin. Graphic sadomasochistic images. A demonic directory, beginning and ending with Leviathan. The book, property of a Lady. But what Lady named herself Hell's Librarian?
The tome was on a time-trigger, and when it was not returned swiftly to its place, the shelves parted to reveal stone steps spiraling deep into the jaws of the earth. Using a candle to light his way, Severus wended into the darkness.
When he finally reached the bottom, he found himself in a sparsely decorated antechamber. His journey had taken him so far down that the liquefied candle wax had had time to burn, cool and congeal on the lip of his curled index finger.
The small antechamber was illuminated by incandescent light, six floating skulls lit up like jack o' lanterns, housing eerily glowing emeralds. Directly underneath this light was an antique roll-top desk, several items cluttering its surface.
Most notable was a bill of sale from Borgin and Burkes. Several thousand galleons for a non-refundable item? Severus could not imagine what either of those unscrupulous lowbrows would carry that Lucius would pay such a handsome price for. If there was a rare item on the occult market, Severus thought he would know about it.
Several other documents littered the desktop. Lucius's marriage certificate. Draco's birth registry. Letters from his father, Abraxas. And a piece of tapestry jutting from underneath the desk's slatted cover. To try and pull the tapestry out would only rip it, and the desk was locked with no key in sight. Force would only splinter the wooden slats and possibly set off a proximity alarm. Repairs would be simple, yes, but Severus refused to resort to such crudeness - or folly. Instead, he summoned his wand with a single thought, extending his hand in greeting.
The tapestry was a small part of what appeared to be the Malfoy family tree, a Huguenot emblem in the far right corner above a House sigil, a grey viper on a green field. The name LeMarchand joined the name Malfoy in matrimony during the mid eighteen hundreds, branching off in several subsets.
The French surname brought nothing to mind. Lucius never mentioned it in passing, or even in a whispered intimacy in sight of his wife, something said to raise her ire more than Severus's. But Severus would have to ponder this without tapestry in hand. Two skulls dimmed in nolimetangere. He'd been right to think Lucius would set snare traps, and this was most likely the first of many.
He committed the tapestry to memory until he noticed an Oriental puzzle box: a cube three inches on each side, inlaid with gold filigree. Returning the tapestry to its spot, he picked up the box, turning it in his hands. Four of the six lights dimmed in warning, but this time Severus did not care. He was as consumed with the desire to know as Draco had been, at least until the day Draco discovered his father and Severus in flagrante delicto. For several months after that incidence, Severus felt the boy's glare whenever he happened upon Severus and Lucius together, but he always left quickly in disgust.
Cross-legged, he sat on the floor, holding the box in cupped palms. Like forbidden fruit in the hands of Adam, it was intoxicating to behold. His body broke out in a cold sweat of excitement and mingled fear, and his cock stirred, nudging the bottom of the box.
A master Occlumens, Severus could sense thought. With just a stroke of mindtouch, he could see deep inside the still-closed box. It asked to be opened, and Severus complied, running this thumbpad in counter-clockwise motion around the engraved 'O'. He had no idea how to solve the puzzle box, but like any other animal, man has instincts all his own. Desire bade his fingers to touch - and explore.
The box did nothing at first. Perhaps it was the sheer suspense that finally gave it the energy to move of its own accord. The room darkened to a shade of black man had no name for, and the last of the skulls were extinguished. Unseen hands pulled him to his feet, and when he tried to summon his wand, a fiend most foul intercepted it. This medusa, with pins in place of writhing snakes, was the absence of light, and yet the light could not have been brighter when he showed his face. The Dark Lord would have trembled in his presence.
"I was promised you would open the box, child. Now we shall show you the merits of pleasure and pain."
We?
No sooner had Severus thought this than three others joined the pinheaded creature: a female, a chatterer, and a corpulent male, all with disfiguring body modifications.
"Who are you?" Severus asked.
"Angels to some, demons to others. Earth dwellers refer to us as Cenobites."
Otherworldly masochists? Another thought. Unintentional.
The pinheaded creature tsked. "Pain is temporary. Ornamentation is forever."
Though Severus made no discernible movements, he was disabled by two barbed hooks that caught him in each shoulder. Even simple breaths brought about excruciating pain.
"We have such sights to show you," the pinheaded creature said, approaching. He took hold of Severus's left wrist, examining the skull and serpent brand as he twisted and turned his forearm. "Your God is weak."
Severus said nothing, merely looked into eyes deeper and blacker than his own.
The pinheaded creature smiled, pulling a pin from the many that adorned his skull. He gouged a pyramidal tattoo over the Dark Mark, the mark of Leviathan. "Soon," he laughed, "Soon you will bow to another God."
At the top of the stairs, a flash of blonde surrounding a thin shadow stood in poison green robes. "You are easily lured, Severus Snape."
Fin
Title: The Lament Configuration
Pairing: Snape, Pinhead and the Cenobites (from Clive Barker's Hellraiser), implied Snape/Lucius
Rating: Light R - there is mention of Snape's cock.
Length: 1200 words
Summary: Lucius keeps an interesting collection of dark artefacts, most notably a strange puzzle box.
Kinks: None, really.
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine. This market's been cornered.
A/N: Written AGES ago. This has been sitting on my hard drive for-fucking-ever, kiddies. Yup, this is me on weird :P
Inspired greatly by a sketch from
eldivinomarques.Betaed by
sinick and venivincere.Twice that night, Severus left the comfort of Lucius's embrace. The third time he did not return to their bed.
The manse had ninety-nine rooms, half of which he had yet to explore, but none of the rooms held the same curiosity for him that the library did. Severus was a confessed bibliophile, and no book was ever too large or too dry for his tastes.
As luck would have it, Lucius was as selfish with Severus in sleep as he was with his family while awake. He was a heavy sleeper, and was dead to any claim on himself until he woke. Severus would have at least four hours until dawn. Four hours on the sly with his own lovers. No two were alike - some were voluminous, others had aesthetically pleasing covers. One thing was certain though; Severus couldn't help touching them. All of them.
One tome in particular caught his eye, one he hadn't ever remembered seeing before. Plucking the spine between spidery fingers, he pulled it from the shelf, half expecting to blow dust from its top. But the nooks and crannies were dust free.
It was a curious thing, bound in human skin, porous and smooth, with the words 'Dictionnaire Infernal' scrawled in what appeared to be nail gouges. It breathed as he did, bookface heaving, filling nonexistent lungs with air. Further inspection of the book revealed ancient scriptures: Aramaic, Babylonian, Sumerian, and Latin. Graphic sadomasochistic images. A demonic directory, beginning and ending with Leviathan. The book, property of a Lady. But what Lady named herself Hell's Librarian?
The tome was on a time-trigger, and when it was not returned swiftly to its place, the shelves parted to reveal stone steps spiraling deep into the jaws of the earth. Using a candle to light his way, Severus wended into the darkness.
When he finally reached the bottom, he found himself in a sparsely decorated antechamber. His journey had taken him so far down that the liquefied candle wax had had time to burn, cool and congeal on the lip of his curled index finger.
The small antechamber was illuminated by incandescent light, six floating skulls lit up like jack o' lanterns, housing eerily glowing emeralds. Directly underneath this light was an antique roll-top desk, several items cluttering its surface.
Most notable was a bill of sale from Borgin and Burkes. Several thousand galleons for a non-refundable item? Severus could not imagine what either of those unscrupulous lowbrows would carry that Lucius would pay such a handsome price for. If there was a rare item on the occult market, Severus thought he would know about it.
Several other documents littered the desktop. Lucius's marriage certificate. Draco's birth registry. Letters from his father, Abraxas. And a piece of tapestry jutting from underneath the desk's slatted cover. To try and pull the tapestry out would only rip it, and the desk was locked with no key in sight. Force would only splinter the wooden slats and possibly set off a proximity alarm. Repairs would be simple, yes, but Severus refused to resort to such crudeness - or folly. Instead, he summoned his wand with a single thought, extending his hand in greeting.
The tapestry was a small part of what appeared to be the Malfoy family tree, a Huguenot emblem in the far right corner above a House sigil, a grey viper on a green field. The name LeMarchand joined the name Malfoy in matrimony during the mid eighteen hundreds, branching off in several subsets.
The French surname brought nothing to mind. Lucius never mentioned it in passing, or even in a whispered intimacy in sight of his wife, something said to raise her ire more than Severus's. But Severus would have to ponder this without tapestry in hand. Two skulls dimmed in nolimetangere. He'd been right to think Lucius would set snare traps, and this was most likely the first of many.
He committed the tapestry to memory until he noticed an Oriental puzzle box: a cube three inches on each side, inlaid with gold filigree. Returning the tapestry to its spot, he picked up the box, turning it in his hands. Four of the six lights dimmed in warning, but this time Severus did not care. He was as consumed with the desire to know as Draco had been, at least until the day Draco discovered his father and Severus in flagrante delicto. For several months after that incidence, Severus felt the boy's glare whenever he happened upon Severus and Lucius together, but he always left quickly in disgust.
Cross-legged, he sat on the floor, holding the box in cupped palms. Like forbidden fruit in the hands of Adam, it was intoxicating to behold. His body broke out in a cold sweat of excitement and mingled fear, and his cock stirred, nudging the bottom of the box.
A master Occlumens, Severus could sense thought. With just a stroke of mindtouch, he could see deep inside the still-closed box. It asked to be opened, and Severus complied, running this thumbpad in counter-clockwise motion around the engraved 'O'. He had no idea how to solve the puzzle box, but like any other animal, man has instincts all his own. Desire bade his fingers to touch - and explore.
The box did nothing at first. Perhaps it was the sheer suspense that finally gave it the energy to move of its own accord. The room darkened to a shade of black man had no name for, and the last of the skulls were extinguished. Unseen hands pulled him to his feet, and when he tried to summon his wand, a fiend most foul intercepted it. This medusa, with pins in place of writhing snakes, was the absence of light, and yet the light could not have been brighter when he showed his face. The Dark Lord would have trembled in his presence.
"I was promised you would open the box, child. Now we shall show you the merits of pleasure and pain."
We?
No sooner had Severus thought this than three others joined the pinheaded creature: a female, a chatterer, and a corpulent male, all with disfiguring body modifications.
"Who are you?" Severus asked.
"Angels to some, demons to others. Earth dwellers refer to us as Cenobites."
Otherworldly masochists? Another thought. Unintentional.
The pinheaded creature tsked. "Pain is temporary. Ornamentation is forever."
Though Severus made no discernible movements, he was disabled by two barbed hooks that caught him in each shoulder. Even simple breaths brought about excruciating pain.
"We have such sights to show you," the pinheaded creature said, approaching. He took hold of Severus's left wrist, examining the skull and serpent brand as he twisted and turned his forearm. "Your God is weak."
Severus said nothing, merely looked into eyes deeper and blacker than his own.
The pinheaded creature smiled, pulling a pin from the many that adorned his skull. He gouged a pyramidal tattoo over the Dark Mark, the mark of Leviathan. "Soon," he laughed, "Soon you will bow to another God."
At the top of the stairs, a flash of blonde surrounding a thin shadow stood in poison green robes. "You are easily lured, Severus Snape."
Fin
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Date: 2007-03-08 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-08 11:06 pm (UTC)Yeah, I knew going in to this that not many people would know Hellraiser, but LDM is a vile enabler. *G*
Thanks, doll <333
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Date: 2007-03-08 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 11:10 pm (UTC)I know it's not your thing, so thanks for reading, Smexy :-)
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Date: 2007-03-08 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 11:11 pm (UTC)Glad you enkoyed it, though :-)
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Date: 2007-03-08 09:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 11:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 02:05 pm (UTC)(I've only heard of Hellraiser and don't intend to become familiar with it, btw. :P)
Who was the Malfoy in the end? *g*
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Date: 2007-03-08 11:14 pm (UTC)As to which Malfoy's at the end; look closely at the word 'blonde.' *G*
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Date: 2007-03-08 11:46 pm (UTC)Heh, I do like reading horror fiction sometimes, I'm just not the greatest fan. And Pinhead does look sexy but I'm not gonna watch those films. Gore squicks me. :P
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Date: 2007-03-08 02:53 pm (UTC)I love Hellraiser and Pinhead is one of my favourite fiction characters as is Snape.
Whoa.
Creppy, sensual and horrifying. Loved it.
And that ending... whoa!
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Date: 2007-03-08 11:17 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed this, dear :-)
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Date: 2007-03-09 12:52 am (UTC)Also, I remember that eldivinomarques has an art of Snape with Pinhead!
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Date: 2007-03-08 03:31 pm (UTC)(BTW, I call my car "The Lament Configuration" because you pull on these straps and push these levers and the backseat folds down so you can haul s**t. Anyone who gets the joke is my BFF. ^_^ )
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Date: 2007-03-08 11:25 pm (UTC)You always make me blushy, Amers, you know that? I'm always incredibly flattered whenever you read (and enjoy) anything of mine.
*glomps*
What kind of car do you drive? I always saw you in something sporty. Like a Mazda Miata.
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 08:56 am (UTC)I love how Snape is not only not sleep but finding a puzzle box more stimulating than waking Lucius up for another round.
Also, Narcissa? Mwuhahaha! I'm thinking of it as her doing Snape a favor by giving him the opportunity to finally understand what being the one whose senses are ensnared is like ;)
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Date: 2007-03-09 11:56 pm (UTC)So really, I'm flattered that everyone who fit into a or b gave this a chance.
Yay! I'm glad I was able to stress Narcissa being the instigator. She probably got tired of sharing ol' Lucypants with Snape :P
Glad you enjoyed this despite your dislike of Barker :-)
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Date: 2007-03-09 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-16 12:49 pm (UTC)I saw the mentioned artwork which I adored and hoped there would eventually be a story for. I was understandably pleased to see one appear by you!
Well written, and contains many elements of the movies. That Pinhead replaced Snape's DM like that was all the more chilling. Now I have to speculate what the consequences would be. Yeowza.
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Date: 2007-03-18 09:36 pm (UTC)