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There Was No Light	By : BelledonnaSnape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 22861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-There Was No Light
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~I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one.~

Chinese Proverb

There is no light, no noise, no smell… Nothing but darkness…….

And then a shift in the air as if some great being took a silent breath and exhaled, with bodies undulating, music pounding, blood boiling, lights flashing. I am caught up in this massive writhing of human and not-so-human bodies, each trying to get back their humanity in the most basic way possible, to show that they are not affected, that the darkness in their souls isn’t there. I’m one of them, my life no longer my own, my soul turns dark with every passing day. I can’t escape the torturing of my own mind. I need to feel….something…. And then I feel it, a body press into my own.

I arch back into it and gasped at the feel. Two hands unknown to me press me closer. A breath, warm and moist hisses across my skin, as if it’s steam hitting the cold kitchen window and slowly rolling down leaving rivulets of pleasure in it's path. Oh God……. This, this is what I need. I want to be touched, to be taken. I want it ……a laugh from behind shivers its way down my spine. Lips lick along my neck, one seducing word from the unknown mouth “mine”. It’s a statement, a demand, that will not, can not, be ignored.

I feel myself being pulled by the unknown. Out in the night, I can’t see... it’s so dark, all around me the darkness creeps, sliding… crawling… caressing... slithering its way into my soul. I’m pressed up against a wall. The cold brick tries to cool my fevered body but nothing can stanch the heat that is boiling inside of me.

The long slow slide of our bodies as we fit together … there's no room to breath. I can’t make out my lover’s face; the laughter comes again it dances across my flesh and slowly licks its way to my soul. Inside the haze that is my brain, I think I recognize it. Then cool moist lips pressing against my own washes away all thought. I’m drowning, falling into a chasm that is my own desire. A broken moan issues forth as the lips are taken away. A whispered voice, “Not here,” and I’m being pulled again, this time with more urgency.

I hear a loud rumble. Light splinters across the sky and the heavens open up. We begin to run as rain pours down on us… we cease to be. And like a cork from a champagne bottle, with a pop, we appear in an ebony darkness that glides around us.

I feel my lover move, a slight noise on the far side of the darkness. An ethereal light from the exposed moon slithers across the wall to land on the large four poster bed in the middle of the room. The storm picks up volume and mass, as if it’s trying to crush the house with its fury. Then he returns, like the phantom he’s become.

I can not see him, I can only feel. His hands push and pull each button free from my shirt. He growls low in his throat as more of my body is revealed. His tongue follows the path that his fingers bare upon my chest. I hear a moan and realize that it comes from my own mouth.

Slowly he traces his way back to my lips. His tongue takes possession of my mouth; he plunders and sucks as if he’s trying to feed from my very essence, trying to devour my soul through my lips. He conjures fire in my being. It races along my veins and through my limbs to pool between my legs. My hips rear up trying to gain more contact, and his hungry laugh slithers across my senses. His hands slide slowly down my chest and into my pants. He grasps my pulsing member in his hands and squeezes.

“Oh Gods,” I moan “more". I shiver as his hands continue to build the need that is inside me...then suddenly he’s gone. I cry out in denied passion, and then he returns slowly stripping the rest of my barriers away until I stand before this demon lover, bared to his eyes.

“I want to touch you,” I beg.

I fall to my knees the carpet rubs and abrades my skin, sending pleasure and pain I slowly crawl to him, this mysterious lover, mine for this night. He allows me to slide up his body; my hands to undress him; I want to nourish my soul on his flesh. He moans when I scrape my teeth down his chest. I sooth the path down his chest with my tongue and suck his nipple into my mouth. His hand clasps my head to his chest as I suckle.

My hand travels slowly across his body. I trace his hips with my fingers; dip into grooves and crevices that make him cry out. Then I reach what I want most. My hand clasps around his length and my thumb smoothes the wet liquid that I find there. He cries out and I sink to my knees before him. This…this is what I wanted, to feel him alive inside and for a moment I feel..... His hands entwine in my hair as I slowly take him into my mouth. I lave his underside with my tongue and move to the small opening leaking more of his wet seed. My tongue dallies as if it’s sucking and licking on a favored candy. I take him as far as he will go, and then I swallow. His hips buck sending his cock deeper into my throat, he ravages my mouth and I hum.

His hands grip my hair and drag me up. I moan, bereft at the loss of him. He crushes his mouth to mine. Our tongues duel for supremacy. He pushes me to the bed. I hear a whispered spell and then I can’t think; his hands are everywhere.

“Is this what you want?” his disturbing voice asks. And in the corridors of my mind long buried and forgotten, I recognize this dark lover. My body shudders.

“Yes,” I moan.

I feel his fingers at the entrance of my body, so soft, like the caress of dragonfly wings. I whimper, no longer caring that he will know what kind of hold he has on me. “Please…” and then he’s pressing those beautiful fingers into me. I moan “more ...please… more…”

I arch my back into him to get more, always more, never enough. In and out, his fingers move, stretching me so I can receive him. I feel him as he moves the tip of his member to my entrance…and for a moment I’m afraid…afraid of the unknown, of giving myself completely, of this man who awakens things in me long dead. Then he embraces me to his heart and nothing else matters. A slow slide and burn as he possesses me, I am held. He turns my head and presses his cool lips to my fevered ones. We meld as one in a dance that eternity and even death cannot stop. I am his, forever and always his. I feel him over me, around me, inside me, and cannot tell where he ends and I begin. We are one.

The storm begins to build. It crashes into the windows slashing at the glass, building, blinding, faster, ferocious.

The room is lit with a blinding light, and I see him as I’m taken under in a wave.

I hear him cry out in the roar of the storm, “I love you,” as his passion drags him under, and his body shudders against mine. His tremors have ceased now. I lie under his body for what seems like forever, If only it were forever.

I moan as he leaves my body. He pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest. I feel the beating of his heart.

Light shines into my eyes, pulling me from the embrace of Morpheus. I’m in my bed, and I am alone. Two tears slide down my face, my heart was destroyed long ago and the only person that can make me whole again lies deep where the light can not reach him. I lift my hand to wipe the wetness away and as I stare at the crimson stain upon my fingers I wonder. Was it just a dream my grieving soul conjured up as the storm raged outside? Or was he here?

I whisper into the dew-drenched morning. “I love you too, Sev.”
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