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Severus believed that the universe and the gods hated him. He had his reasons for thinking so. His life was never easy. He grew up in an environment unsuitable for a young boy, with unstable parents who often neglected him, and money was scarce, which only made his life even more difficult.
When he arrived at Hogwarts, he hoped everything would be different, that things would finally get better for him. But he was wrong, deeply wrong. It was a horrible experience, like almost everything in his life. Being sorted into Slytherin was not what he had imagined; the renowned house was a stronghold of pure-blood heirs who repelled the presence of anyone tainted by Muggle blood like him.
No matter how hard he tried to fit in, Severus was never treated with the same respect given to pure-bloods. His incredible grades and exceptional skill in Potions and the Dark Arts made no difference. No matter how much he tried to integrate, the treatment he received would never be equal to that of the high-society wizards.
Things outside the Slytherin dormitories were not easy either. Most of the students from other houses ignored him, which he found fine since he didn't care about them either. However, there was a minority who seemed desperate for his attention.
Being treated as scum both inside and outside Slytherin left him deeply resentful, sad, and bitter. Severus was not someone who cared about others' opinions, but he couldn't help feeling upset whenever they mocked his appearance, financial condition, or personality.
The omega knew he wasn't the sweetest and kindest person in the world, knew that money was scarce in his life, knew he didn't have the best looks, and wasn't necessarily the best omega around. He simply couldn't ignore the pain in his chest he felt sometimes when he slept, nor the tears that flowed abundantly while he struggled not to sob at night. He wasn't one to cry; Severus Snape was definitely not weak, so he blamed his very sentimental and affection-starved omega side for letting his feelings surface.
It was easier to blame that part of himself, which longed for affection, than to admit that the words of those people hurt him deeply, leaving holes in his heart.
All these situations made him long to leave Hogwarts as quickly as possible. And when he finally graduated, the omega almost cried with relief at not having to endure those circumstances anymore. Severus finally thought that things would start to improve for him.
But once again, he was completely wrong.
He was no longer treated with disdain as he was during his school days, but his situation still hadn't improved. Despite his excellent grades at Hogwarts, an immediate job did not come. With no influence and no connections, he was completely stuck in the same place, unable to prosper.
The best the omega could get was a mediocre job at an old potion shop, which was barely enough to pay the rent for his small house and food, without even a galleon left over to pursue his long-desired mastery in potions. And to make matters worse, he was on the brink of eviction, the landlord claiming a need for the old house he lived in.
Desperate. That's how he felt.
It was because of this desperation that, at this very moment, he found himself wearing a white dress shirt, a black lace panty, and lace stockings that covered almost his entire thigh. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he allowed himself to question his actions once more. Was he really so desperate for money that he was considering doing something like this?
Severus had heard discreet whispers about this private studio among the clients while working at the potion shop and, driven by a desperate need for money, decided to investigate more about that place. What did he have to lose, after all? It was an establishment where sensual photos were taken and published in pornographic magazines in exchange for a generous amount of galleons. The choice to show his face or not was his, but it was clear that those who opted to reveal their identities received higher compensations.
Without hesitation, Severus chose to protect his identity. The large pornographic corporation also offered discreet encounters with its collaborators, all done under a veil of privacy to protect the betas and omegas from the severe condemnation of wizarding society.
Normally, the omega would never have considered selling photos of his own body. But now he had no choice. It was this or be evicted, abandon his dream of mastering potions, or return to his alcoholic father's house and work at the factory for an even lower wage than the potion shop. He refused to go back to that environment.
He was truly desperate.
Severus sighed heavily, resigned to the decision he was about to make. "It's just explicit photos," he repeated to himself, trying to convince himself that no one would ever know it was his body there, after all, his face wouldn't be shown, right?
The omega stared at himself in the mirror once more, evaluating the image that reflected back at him. For the first time, he allowed himself to admire his own appearance. Dressed in the fitted white dress shirt and the black lace panties that hugged his curves, he noticed how his slender body stood out in a way he had never appreciated before. His hands slid slowly over his flat abdomen and thin waist, perceiving nuances of femininity that surprised him.
After another inspection in the mirror, Severus took a deep breath and headed to the room where the photos would be taken. "Think of the money," he repeated mentally like a mantra, trying to dispel the self-critical thoughts that threatened to arise. He knew he needed to focus on the goal: to resolve his financial problems once and for all.
Walking to the prepared location, he tried to ignore the tension growing inside him. The camera awaited, ready to capture his image in a way he had never imagined. Uncertainty hung in the air, but at this moment, the only thing that mattered was the money that would come.
•
It was late at night when Sirius arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place. He had been out drinking with James and Remus, a tradition they kept up a few times a month. However, to his own discontent, the night wasn’t as fun as he had hoped. Remus had convinced him not to get too drunk, resulting in a calmer evening where they talked about life and only drank a few glasses of firewhisky.
Sirius didn’t know exactly when, but at some point, the conversation turned to Severus Snape. And, without them realizing it, the topic flowed like water. As much as he hated to admit it, Severus Snape was someone Sirius constantly thought about. He was curious to know what happened to the omega after Hogwarts. Still, his friends' sudden interest in Severus left him a bit pensive.
It was no secret that James and Sirius loved playing pranks at Hogwarts, and their biggest victim was undoubtedly the hook-nosed omega from Slytherin. For James, provoking Snape for his mere existence was enough fun. But for Sirius, there was something deeper.
He felt anger towards the omega.
Anger when he saw Severus looking at him with disdain, anger when Severus dared to insult him, anger when Severus ignored him. He felt his heart beat faster and his inner alpha wanting to take control when he saw the omega trying desperately to hang out with the despicable alphas of Slytherin.
That was what motivated him to bother the omega; it was Severus Snape's horrible attitude of being a bitch and doing everything to be beside those disgusting Slytherin alphas and betas that motivated him to bother him for years. In Sirius’s mind, it was all the omega’s fault.
Sirius was certain that once they finished their studies at Hogwarts, Snape would end up crawling at the feet of a wealthy alpha to gain power and relevance. Snape always tried to fit in and did everything to hang out with the pure-blood heirs.
After Hogwarts, some people who studied in the same year as him got married and started families. James himself was one of them. Others were working in the Ministry of Magic and some were locked up in Azkaban. But Snape was none of these. The Slytherin simply disappeared after Hogwarts.
Sirius didn't know what had happened to him, and that left him somewhat angry and even upset. Who's to say Snape isn't, at this very moment, sucking off an alpha's cock, just as Sirius was sure the omega did at Hogwarts, to gain power and influence?
The mere thought of it made Sirius's blood boil.
Where Severus Snape was and what had happened to him were questions echoing through Sirius's head as he made his way back home.
Sirius stared at the door, shook his head to clear his thoughts, and sighed, stepping into the renowned Black house, now officially his property since Walburga and Orion had passed away. He wanted to say he was saddened by his parents' death, but it would be a big lie. He didn't feel anything too extreme about the news; it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Finally, he and Regulus were free from their parents' narcissistic clutches. Despite their major personality differences and past events between them, the Black brothers were now living in peace. But Sirius still felt something was missing in his life, perhaps someone.
He looked around the dark living room and thought about how he wanted to change the house's decor. The gloomy tapestries and the old, heavy furniture reminded him of a past he preferred to forget. He never liked the decoration of his house much. Maybe he should talk to Regulus about changing the decor, but he doubted his brother would agree.
With these thoughts in mind, Sirius grabbed a bottle of wine from the pantry and headed up to his room. Upon entering, he sat on the soft mattress and soon noticed some magazines scattered on the bed. They were pornographic magazines. "So my wank material has arrived," thought Sirius, with a mix of satisfaction and excitement.
Sirius was one of the contributors to the private studio of desires and sexual encounters. It wasn't that he had trouble finding someone to sleep with; he had enough beauty to take any omega, beta, or even alpha to bed.
But he didn't want that anymore.
Every casual encounter left him with a heavy heart, as if he were doing something wrong, as if he weren't the right person. This had been the case since his Hogwarts days. That's why he chose to become a contributor to these erotic magazines, selecting only models who kept their faces anonymous.
He knew the corporation behind the magazines also offered blind encounters, but his alpha side refused to resort to prostitutes. His alpha side wanted to fuck only his true and only partner.
Sirius preferred to satisfy himself alone, imagining it was his omega with straight black hair and onyx eyes who was gripping and warming his cock.
As he flipped through the magazines, Sirius only hoped that his house-elf, Kreacher, who had a strong aversion to him, hadn't shown the magazines to Regulus. He didn't want to hear his brother lecturing him about how the lord of the Black house shouldn't involve himself in something as carnal as pornography.
Taking one of the magazines, Sirius took a long swig straight from the wine bottle, not bothering with a glass, and then placed it on the bedside table. He settled onto the bed, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, holding the magazine as he examined it carefully.
The image on the cover seemed to come to life; the model who had been still facing forward now turned sideways and gently moved his ass. The slender man had nice curves, pale milky skin, wearing a sheer white dress shirt that exposed his pink nipples. His long legs were covered by lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings, while a small lace thong barely covered his plump ass.
"Fuck," muttered Sirius, feeling his cock throb and harden as he eyed the cover with desire. He glanced down to the bottom of the magazine where the model's basic information was listed. 'Omega. Codename: Prince.'
Sirius was certain Prince was a new model. He had never seen a male omega with this codename before. He was really hot. Really fucking hot.
With a mischievous smile, Sirius grabbed his wand and recited a brief spell to suspend the magazine in the air, flipping its pages on its own. He gripped his already rock-hard cock and cast another spell, this time a lubrication charm, to ease his masturbation.
The first page of the magazine turned, revealing photos of omega Prince seductively running his hands over his body. On the next page, he lightly squeezed his small breasts, causing them to bounce subtly with the impact. Sirius felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he scrutinized every detail of Prince's provocative curves.
Sirius's cock throbbed in his hand, with pre-cum dripping from the slit. He ran his fingers over the head of his cock, spreading the liquid along its length. It was unusual for him to get hard so quickly just from looking at magazines; typically, it took a few minutes for his cock to respond. But now, seeing the images of omega Prince, he was completely aroused at an astonishing speed.
The pages turned again, now showing the omega unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, provocatively, giving a brief view of the small yet delicious breasts. Sirius began to stroke himself slowly, imagining that omega right in front of him, undressing in such a seductive and sexy manner just for him. The sight of Prince's pink nipples and smooth curves only heightened his arousal.
That omega was hot, his body seeming like it was sculpted by the gods. Sirius couldn't help but imagine that this model could actually be another omega: Severus Snape. The fact that Snape probably had a body similar to this model's helped him visualize it even better.
He had watched the Slytherin at school for years. Despite the omega never volunteering to show more skin than necessary, Sirius knew perfectly well that Snape had pale, milky skin. Hell, he made sure to grip the omega tightly when they fought just so the marks of his large hands would stay on that skin. The seductive curves, the slight mound of flesh on their chest and ass were also similar. Obviously, it wasn't for Sirius to know about this information, but after that day when James hung the semi-naked omega upside down, it was impossible for Sirius to forget the vision.
The magazine page turned, showing the model shirtless, lying on the bed while squeezing their pink nipples. Sirius imagined himself squeezing the omega's soft, warm breasts, his omega; the two beautiful little nipples would easily fit in his hands. He would take the nipples into his mouth, licking them obscenely, sucking and nibbling until making the omega moan for more. The idea of having that body sliding against his, moaning in pleasure, made Sirius squirm with anticipation.
Sirius's eyes gleamed with desire as he watched the magazine turn again, this time showing the omega on all fours on the bed, pulling aside the black lace thong, giving a wonderful view of the pink and delicious hole, completely ready and eager to be filled. The alpha cursed as his fist practically suffocated his red-hot cock. Would Severus assume such a submissive position for him as well? Would Severus tease him this way?
The thought of Severus lying face down, presenting his delicious ass to him, completely submissive, made Sirius's heart beat faster. He imagined the omega looking at him with eyes full of desire, moaning his name and begging for more. Sirius increased the pressure of his hand, moving it more rapidly along his length, while his mind wandered into the fantasy of possessing Severus in every possible way.
He saw himself leaning over Severus's pale body, his hands gripping those delicious hips firmly enough to leave his finger marks. He would administer various hard, violent slaps on the omega's ass and thighs until he made him cry, punishing him for disappearing completely and leaving his alpha behind. Without giving the omega time to adjust, he would thrust deeply into that tight little hole. Sirius would hold onto Severus's hips firmly, thrusting forcefully and in an unrelenting rhythm, channeling all the frustration of years into that ass.
Sirius squeezed his cock harder, his hand sliding rapidly up and down as he became lost in the increasingly intense fantasy. He imagined the omega begging for more, tears of pleasure streaming down his face as Sirius fucked him violently, marking his buttocks with strong slaps. He could imagine the sound of their bodies colliding, the omega's loud and desperate moans, all of it making Sirius's blood boil with excitement.
He envisioned Severus biting the pillow to muffle his screams, nails digging into the sheets as Sirius thrust deep and fast. He pictured himself pulling Severus's hair, forcing his neck back, exposing the pale and vulnerable throat. Sirius would lean in, biting the sensitive skin, leaving love bites and kisses, then marking the omega's neck, branding Severus as his so he could never escape his arms.
Sirius let out a deep, hoarse moan, his whole body trembling as climax approached. He imagined himself pushing Severus back onto the bed, immobilizing him with the weight of his body, continuing to thrust forcefully until both were on the brink of ecstasy. Sirius pictured himself climaxing deep inside the omega's ass, filling him with cum until it overflowed.
Sirius began to masturbate more vigorously, one hand gripping his cock tightly while the other massaged his balls. Finally, the orgasm hit him like a crashing wave, his legs tensing as he spilled his hot, thick cum over his fist. He let Severus's name escape his throat in a hoarse, muffled moan, his body relaxing as pleasure consumed him completely. The magazine still floated in the air, its pages turning slowly, but Sirius was exhausted, his body still trembling slightly.
He reclined on the bed, breathing heavily, wiping his hands on the sheet and tucking his cock back into his pants, his mind still filled with erotic images of Severus.Sirius leaned briefly over the nightstand, grabbing a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag."I will find you, Severus, no matter where you have hidden. You will be mine."