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Snape's Curse	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24342 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snape’s “curse” ~~~~ Epilogue (two and a half years later):

The oddly well-matched yet unlikely duo lay entwined in Salazar Slytherin’s bed (which they had claimed as their own) gulping in huge lung-fulls of air. The damp sheets were rumpled and the heavy brocade bedspread had been carelessly kicked to the floor during the throes of passion. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the room; sensual satisfaction imbued the atmosphere as sweetly and serenely as the gentle candle illumination that flickered over the pair.

Severus was smiling freely-- peacefully relaxed and entirely content. He wound his fingers in the messy locks resting under his chin, cherishing the silken texture and the young man they sprouted from. He mused in wonderment at how Fate had finally saw fit to balance out all the profane horrors of his past with such a bright, boundless and profound present and future.

The black and white contrast between the two was astounding; from bleak to bountiful, dark to light-- from flailing to found, blindness to insight—from alone to attached, devoid to delight. He never thought his perspective would shift so far in that he’d actually view life from giving all his hope for what all bad things wouldn’t happen to wishing for all the good that might.

He’d always scoffed with the utmost disdain at the puerile saps that spouted such optimistic romantic drivel, but he supposed (secretly, of course) that perhaps, just maybe, he may have become one of them (just a little bit, on the inside-- he would always be snarky on the outside).

He was so happy now—something he never thought possible. He idly speculated that there must be a dusty, ancient prophecy orb in the Department of Mysteries with his and Harry’s names on it, marking them as destined to find unconditional love in each other after years of solitary suffering and being without that soul-nourishing comfort.

He was just thinking that this had to be the best birthday he’d ever experienced, complete with the beautiful sentiments his lover had written in his card, (that he would save and treasure for the rest of his life) and told Harry so. When the Gryffindor smoothed a sated, moist hand over his heart, his beloved little lion surprised him by saying, “I kept every letter you ever wrote me.”

“I have never sent you any letters!” The defiant imperiousness inherent in that statement would have been a lot more effective if Severus’ mussed hair and leadened limbs hadn’t been in such hopeless disarray (and his skin wasn’t so sticky from their coupling).

“Yes you did! The summer after my fifth year: ‘Potter, I will not have you starve.’—I’ll admit that one stung a bit, going back to my last name, but getting enough to eat that summer was wonderful! I think I even grew a couple inches.”

“Is that so? Perhaps you did….” Severus quirked an eyebrow and corner of his mouth while he toyed with the recently spent cock draped over his young lover’s thigh. “I had been tired and hungry for days on end-- no matter how much I ate-- so I sent that first batch of food.”

The young wizard continued with a grin (and his really bad impression of Snape’s domineering tone), “‘Harry, I insist you read this defense text in preparation for the coming year.’  Since it was my only book, I read it backwards and forwards, hearing your voice inside my head….” He sighed in fond reminiscence. “I think I could recite each chapter from memory-- even now, from my currently compromised, mentally weakened state…. From your absolutely mind-blowing skill at--”

“Your only book?!” The reinstated Potion Master spluttered, interrupting the young man’s reverie. “Why did you not tell me?!” Harry actually had to chuckle tiredly at his righteous indignation; he loved seeing this much emotion from a man who made a career at hiding everything and counted himself privileged to witness it.

“I couldn’t return owl, now could I? Kallos never stuck around long enough, not even to scribble a quick ‘Thank you’-- You know, he still never listens to me?!” Harry griped and then went back to his original train of thought. “Yeah, every year, first step in the door of Number Four, all my stuff was locked away in my old bedroom.”

At the older wizard’s quizzical glance he explained, “They gave me Dudley’s second room after my first Hogwarts letters came addressed to ‘the cupboard under the stairs’. I think they were only afraid of what freaks like us thought of them….”

Harry snorted at the recollection and muttered, “Uncle Vernon still put locks on the outside of the door, and bars on the window…. Thank goodness for Ron and the twins—they came in the flying Ford Anglia and broke me out…” He grinned good-naturedly at the funny memory, knowing that Snape would definitely recall the incident of them crashing (quite literally) the Welcoming Feast his second year.

Severus was appalled at how casual he sounded about his mistreatment at the hands of his relatives, but realized it was all water under the bridge at this point so decided to pursue the most urgent question he had. “What ever did you do with yourself all summer?” He couldn’t even fathom what he would do with himself if he didn’t have plenty of reading material.

“Sleep, chores, read your book, exercise…. wank.” Harry laughed and continued his taunting about the ‘love notes’ tucked into each parcel of food he’d been sent:

“‘Harry, you must tell me if you are having any dreams specific to the Dark Lord. I hope you are clearing your mind before sleep.’ That was my favourite one, you reminding me to wank….” He reached out to fondle Severus’ sac and lightly run his nails through the dark, coarse hair there. “I must’ve tossed off a hundred times to thoughts of the night we spent together before the holiday started.”

Snape smirked sneakily. “I know you did, I could feel it. I just wanted you to keep up with it.”

“You—How?” Harry uttered in a startled squeak, suddenly squeezing Severus’ growing length a tad to roughly.

“Monitoring Charm, remember? I had access your physiological states; I had to be assured you were getting enough to eat or if you suffered any bodily harm.”

“And the bit about sensing my cock?” Harry asked playfully, teasing his finger tips along Severus’ renewed erection.

“I had to make sure you were ‘clearing your mind’,” he deadpanned. “The pleasure I derived as a result was strictly a bonus….”

“A bonus, hmmm?” Harry winked as he straddled the older wizard. “Well, now that we never have to be apart again you can just bone me!”

Snape rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, feigning offense at the cheesy, ribald play on words. “That was bad, Potter. Really, very bad.”

“Harry.” The younger man reminded him, rubbing back and forth on the stiffened and swollen penis that was nestled in his ass-crack, the tip poking into the seam in between his balls. He leaned into the potion-stained digits that were traveling over his torso, relishing the way his man was so adept at making him squirm in lust with a few well-placed caresses.

“Mmmm, yes,” Severus murmured, loving the feel of the bare buttocks that were slipping over his crotch and slicking up his shaft with his own seed that was steadily leaking from his lover’s anus. Losing himself in bliss while threading his fingers through the patch of pubes circling the base of that eager erection, he purred, “Hairy….”

“But Seeeeeverrrrusssss…,” Harry wheedled in a sexy hiss, waggling his hips from side to side, “you like me when I’m bad!” And then without warning, he impaled himself on Severus, taking his turgid length completely to the hilt in one fluid glide without the aid of guiding him with his hands.

“Gah!” the Slytherin yelped in an entirely undignified manner as he was unexpectedly surrounded by the snug, wet heat (still perfectly stretched to accommodate him from their previous love-making); he let out a tortured groan, “YESsssss!”

Harry didn’t give him any time to adjust or react to the sudden onslaught of stimulation-- he just started expertly riding the prick that filled him. It never failed to amaze Severus at how apt a pupil Harry had been when it came to learning the precise skills to give him the utmost pleasure. (Then again, he’d always excelled at physical activities….)

His exuberant partner started with long, drawn out slides, squeezing his rectal muscles tightly on the upstroke, almost pulling off of Severus entirely, with only a fraction of his sensitized head remaining sheathed. Sometimes he would swallow every slippery inch-- others he would tease with shallow dips of varying degrees. The rotating wriggles as he bore back down made them both shudder and Harry grunted exquisitely each time he used Severus’ cock to brush against his own prostate.

Then he began alternating the slow strokes with frantic grinding while fully seated and it was driving them both mad. Harry kept changing his technique so that Severus couldn’t predict what he would do next. His back arched and toes curled. It was almost too much; he knew the reality of Nirvana existed in these precious moments.

Severus barely had the presence of mind to remember to reach out and grasp the erection bobbing at his belly. Every motion Harry made served to thrust his cock into that firm fist; his eyes rolled back in his head as he unconsciously hissed his appreciation in Parseltongue.

Severus was helplessly moaning under his lover’s ministrations and marveled that only Harry could ever make him so demonstrative and vocal-- so willing to let go of total control and surrender his usual cool composure with complete abandon. Every rock and swivel of Harry’s pelvis had him drowning in escalating ecstasy until he was a gibbering, quivering mess.

After a while, the carefully calculated and measured moves dissolved into boisterous bouncing, forcibly pounding their bodies into the mattress and loudly clapping the headboard against the stone wall. When he felt the first hot spurts of semen splatter his chest, Severus cried out, involuntarily bucking his hips up erratically under his lover, and spilled his own release deep within the handsome young man’s guts.

Harry slumped forward and rested his forehead in the crook of the sated Slytherin’s neck. Gasping and panting, they remained joined at the groin until Severus inevitably softened and his spent prick slipped out in a gush of slimy spunk and liquid love.

Lying entwined once again and after they’d both caught their breath, Severus asked, “So, how is the newest D.A.D.A. professor doing?” Severus cuddled Harry in a warm embrace. (Wait! No, NO! He made a lot of concessions when it came to Harry, but Severus Snape did NOT cuddle-- it was only affectionately lying together in close proximity after mutual satisfaction and wallowing in glorious physical exhaustion together, damn it!)

“Mmmmm, brilliant…. Wonderful…. Never better.” His lover snuggled closer, his murmurs turning dreamy.

“I meant with your classes,” Snape said as dryly as he could muster through intense satiation.

“Oh. Great, actually. I love being here with you and teaching at Hogwarts.” He ran a languid finger through the sparse hairs surrounding Severus’ nipple. “Ron’s pretty upset we’re not doing the Auror training program together though….”

“Is our sainted savior, the Dark-Lord-vanquisher and hero of the Wizarding world getting lazy and letting others save the world?”

“Hey,” Harry scolded with mock-hurt and smacked the chest under him (which was really more of a tired flop of his palm), “I’m working hard to instruct the next generations on how to defend themselves and others! I think I’ve taken more than enough risks on my life to last me forever.”

Severus silently gripped him tighter, hoping to nonverbally communicate that he agreed wholeheartedly and had only been joking (albeit badly, as he still hadn’t really gotten the hang of it yet, and wishing he hadn’t used those words-- he knew too well that those cliché titles irked his lover).

Hoping for forgiveness from his insensitive blunder, he apologetically nuzzled his nose in Harry’s sweaty brow; Yes he did-- Severus Tobias Snape, the proud Half-blood Prince, ex-Death Eater extraordinaire, cold-hearted Head of Slytherin House, greasy git Potions Professor and all around bat Bastard of the Dungeons—DID indeed nuzzle!

“Now that I have you,” Harry continued in a tender tone, “I have something worth keeping in one piece and alive for….” He looked up in Severus’ eyes, daring him to ‘Legilimens’ to verify his sincerity (but knowing he wouldn’t). “So no,” he stifled a yawn, “the “Chosen One” is not ‘lazy’…. Just happy to be chosen--and thrilled to be in love.”

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A/N: Hope you liked the ride…. Thanks for reading! I loved the rates and reviews when they came…. Kinda sad to see this one go—I really had to reign it in, it could’ve turned into a novel unto itself….



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