Severus waited to see what would be the man's demand. He couldn't recall having the pleasure of meeting him before, unless it was someone from a time long gone now, from a time when he was still rebellious and the men were all just a succession of tormentors to him.
They were still tormentors, but now he was able to take them in his stride, able to serve them and not suffer mentally, even if physically he wasn't experiencing anything pleasant. Pleasant... ha! Severus casually touched his throat with one hand, still sensitive from the rough treatment at the hands of the previous customer, who probably wouldn't have reached completion if he hadn't choked him a little. Dolohov would, no doubt, notice and charge the man properly. Inwardly, Severus made a face. As if it was of any matter to him. Were Dolohov to offer him to these perverts for free, he'd get nothing out of it just like he was getting nothing now when Dolohov was collecting from every john.
„Can't wait?“ the man remarked in Russian, taking a few steps closer, devouring him with his eyes. Severus didn't need to look up, the mixture of fascinated disgust and greed in the man's voice was enough to make him perfectly aware of his hungry gaze. He dropped his hand from his throat, leaning on it instead and spreading his legs further apart.
The man blinked and mumbled something Severus didn't understand. There was no need to anyway. Satisfaction just oozed from the man's purr, and that was the point. A satisfied customer meant less pain for him and more money for Dolohov, and therefore a satisfied Dolohov, and mollified. Hopefully. Everything depended on Dolohov being satisfied and letting his guard down. There were about four months more in which –
The toe of a leather boot pressed against his privates and he returned to the present. The boot slid higher, onto his heaving abdomen, and Severus closed his eyes, tilted his head, and forced himself to groan. The boot pressed harder, and then moved back down, even more instistent now. Severus inhaled sharply and suppressed the groan this time, unwilling to let the man see his pain. Not this soon. Of course, if things got rough, he would beg for mercy, he knew how to do that wordlessly quite all right. He'd only been playing the hero for a short time, right at the beginning.
The shoe withdrew and then came back and kicked him. Not particularly hard, and Severus gritted his teeth and forced himself not to move, though instinct told him to at least protect himself with his hand. The man sneered at him and took a step back.
„On the bed,“ he commanded, which was an order Severus understood well and obeyed with relief.
The bed was a double one, overcrowding the otherwise empty room, and it was still cleanly made up since the first two customers had done without it. Severus took the same position on the bed as he had on the floor earlier, and this time allowed himself a fleeting, wide-eyed glance at the man. No, no one he knew. So, first impressions – and Dolohov would care about a good first impression. Severus dropped onto his back and put his left hand on his arched stomach, running his palm slowly over the taut skin until it rested at his crotch, just as he heard the jingle of a belt buckle. The man grunted again and took a step toward the bed.
Severus looked up at him, seemingly lazily, actually fully alert. The man's shirt was unbuttoned and his trousers hadn't been pulled down yet; if Severus got him into bed now it would be more of a quickie... then the back of his hand was covered by a broad warm palm, repeating its journey down his stomach. Severus was used to strangers touching him by now, and he no longer shivered or flinchched like he had had at the beginning. He just closed his eyes and let out a sigh of feigned contentment. The man settled sideways on the bed, his pants probably already pulled down, one-handedly taking off his shoes. So, not a quickie then.
When the bed dipped again as the man climbed onto it properly, Severus opened his eyes and curled his lips in a grimace that could, in the throes of passion, surely be construed as a smile. He needn't have bothered. The man was completely taken with his stomach and genitalia and the whole absurdity of it all. That was what Dolohov had probably lured him with, after all. The man was saying something, asking something, but too quickly and too elaborately, Severus only caught the word child and Dolohov's name, and even if he understood, he wasn't capable of answering.
Then the strange fingers finally moved to where they had been going all along anyway. Two at once, and not gently. Once inside, though, they slipped in easily, the previous customer having taken care of the preparation. Severus groaned and lifted his pelvis with genuine impatience. This damned foreplay, which only prolonged the whole thing –
„Like a bitch, eh?“ the man sneered. „Like a bitch,“ he repeated, slapping him across the stomach with his other hand. Severus grinned again in a parody of a smile and spread his legs even wider. Let the damn thing begin.
A third finger joined the two and Severus groaned theatrically. The man lifted his leg with his other hand, but then changed his mind and let it drop. He mumbled something unintelligible and shoved him in the side. Severus caught up quickly, after all, the man had a bigger belly than he did, it would be easier from behind, for both of them. He rolled onto his side, propped himself up on his elbows, and got on all fours.
The man grunted yet again, slapping him gently on the backside, and then the man's erection was pushing to enter Severus' body. Satisfied customer above all else, Severus thought, and with another fake moan, he moved his arse against him. The man thrust in with a groan and Severus exhaled sharply. Suddenly, he felt bile on his palate and swallowed quickly to fight the urge to vomit.
Two sweaty palms gripped him firmly by the hips, and rhythmic thrusting begun, accompanied by breathless groaning and now and then a familiar word, the exact meaning of which Severus did not know, but could guess. He stared at his hands clenched into fists on the worn white sheets and tried not to notice the growing discomfort in his rectum and the tension in his lower back.
It seemed interminable, yet it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before the man reached climax and collapsed full weight onto his back. With an effort, Severus held himself up on his hands until the man recovered, pulling his limp cock out of him. Only then did Severus allow himself to sink onto the bed.
The man followed him, strangely enough clinging to him from behind, and Severus felt his hot, panting breath on his neck. One hand stroked his protruding stomach for a moment before moving lower.
„Weird,“ the man said sleepily, cupping his privates in his hand. A light squeeze at first, then a painful one, and Severus gasped.
„Don't like it?“ There was amusement in the man's voice, but he loosened his grip and merely slapped him lightly across the lap. Then he sat up with a sigh. Severus remained lying on his side, sensing that no further action was required of him.
„Weird,“ the man repeated thoughtfully, and continued with an even longer sentence, from which Severus only caught „repeat“. Naturally, he grimaced inwardly. The man groaned again, and then suddenly slapped his arse with force, making Severus flinch. He could feel heat spreading over his skin. At that, the man rose from the bed with a grunt, walked around it, and slowly began to dress.
Severus watched him from his place on the bed, not allowing himself to close his eyes and relax even now. But the man paid him no more attention until he was dressed. Then he gave him one last look, a rather satisfied smile, mouthed „goodbye“ and walked out the door.
Dolohov was already there waiting for him. Severus had the impression that he was somehow magically watching the intercourse every time, so that he would know when they were done. The clinking of glasses came to him through the door, a ritual of Dolohov's, sipping his farewell vodka with his customers. But the words were indistinct, and he wouldn't have understood them anyway, they spoke too fast.
The conversation trailed off, then the door at the end of the hall creaked and banged. Severus savored his last moment of solitude and comfort. He stroked his hand over his stomach where he had just now felt a movement and perhaps something like a kick, and closed his eyes. This time he would save the baby. He just had to figure out how, and time was inexorably running out. Four months at the most.
Inevitably, the door to the room creaked open. It remained open and no one entered – a signal that he was done here for the day and could return to his less carnal duties. His lower back ached as he moved to a sitting position, but he obediently rose to his feet and remained standing by the bed with his head bowed and his arms folded, as Dolohov liked him to do. A humble slave awaiting his master's orders.
„Wash up and then my dinner. To the dining room,“ said Dolohov from the door.
Severus bowed to indicate that he understood and headed for the door. Dinner in the dining room meant he would spend the rest of the evening on his knees on the cold tiles; Dolohov would not work after the meal, but would pour himself a drink and start castigating him for his brother's death. So be it. At least he would fall asleep soon.
When Severus reached the door, Dolohov was still standing in the hallway. He grabbed the strap of his collar and yanked. Severus stopped and swallowed as the collar dug into his Adam's apple. He didn't take his eyes off the floor.
„I hear you had a good time today,“ Dolohov said in English, his tone mocking. He spoke to him in English whenever he wanted to make sure Severus understood him perfectly. And that it would get to him. Severus felt his cheeks flushing against his will. He continued to stare at the ground, waiting patiently. „Tomorrow's Sunday, something to look forward to, right?“ Dolohov continued with gusto. Then he let go of the collar strap and slapped his arse undoubtedly still red from the palm of the last customer's hand. He laughed briefly as Severus flinched.
„Well, hurry up, hurry up. I'm hungry,“ he urged, in Russian once again, and Severus duly picked up his pace, wishing to get to the bathroom without any more delaying.
Four months, he kept telling himself, four months, and then I'll kill you, you fucker. I don't know how yet, but I will.
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