Albus was gone, but had left Severus a present: he had bewitched the ceiling of Severus's bedroom. When Severus was alone at night, he could see the sky.

The dark blue velvet covered and warmed him. Beneath the infinite, sheltering sky, the horror that surrounded Severus seemed to fade away.

Albus would make love to him every night. He would nestle between his legs and rock slowly against him, teasing his nipples with deft fingers and mouth. Then Albus would fuck him hard, just the way Severus liked it, and the sky would rain all its fiery sparks upon him.