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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry found himself standing in a dark, dreary room, the scent of antiseptic lingering and drifting up his wrinkling nose. Shocked at the vision of the a pale, fevered Severus lying on a bed, sweat glistening on his face. The bandage on his neck showing the blood still oozing from the wound, Harry noting black spider like veins running from the bite along Severus’ neck and shoulders.

The venom!

The poison appearing to be crawling under the skin, the door flew open, a flustered Vivienne ran into the room, arms loaded with different potion vials. She threw them on to the bed, hand coming up to sooth Severus’ fevered brow, he murmured deliriously as he lapsed in and out of consciousness.

“Harry.. Please” he mumbled, Harry’s heart leapt at the utterance of his name, the sadness in his voice evident. Vivienne stroked his cheek, reaching for a cool damp cloth from a bowl placed by the side of the bed, patting it lightly to his flushed face.

“shhh..rest.” her voice troubled, frowning, she looked at the vials on the bed. She reached for a bright green one, bringing her hand to her face, her expression full of uncertainty.

“Harry?” Severus thrashed on the bed, Vivienne having to hold him down, the movements causing the wound to bleed more. Red blossoming on the white of the bandage, Vivienne gasped and wrapped her fingers around his neck. Severus moaned, a lust filled sound that echoed through the room, both Harry and Vivienne gasped at the moan. Her blue eyes wide as Severus licked his dry lips and uttered Harry’s name again. Need in his deep raspy tone, his hips thrusting up, Harry’s pulse began to race at the sight of the large erection tenting the man’s pyjama bottoms.

“Please.. Need you.” Severus’ voice filled Harry with desire, he reached down to palm his firming cock through his jeans, berating himself when he realized that this was not the time to be aroused. Flushed, Vivienne’s face was pink with embarrassment, her fingers tightened with surprise. The resulting moan making Harry’s cock strain painfully against the denim.

Severus was bucking up, desperate to get any friction, Vivienne bit her lips in a quandary of how to deal with the situation. She flipped the cork from the bottle and put it to his lips, trying to deal with the wound. Eyes averted from the patch forming on his pyjamas, Harry’s own cock mirroring the sentiment, a patch seeping into his own jeans. Severus spluttered at the taste, thrashing his head from side to side, the potion spilling over his chin and dripping on the bed.

“STOP!” her voice filled with authority, appearing stunned herself at the tone. Severus stilled, swallowing the mouthful and moaning loudly at the admonishment.

“Harry?” he asked in a hopeful voice, a sigh full of desire.

Vivienne let out a breath and closed her eyes as she answered him.

“Yes.. Its me” Harry stunned at her pretence, her face a mask of misery at having to pretend. She picked up the next bottle, trying to take her hand away. Panic in her eyes as she realized the previous potion had made it worse, blood spilled freely from the bite. Fingers pushed harder, Severus gasping to breath at the pressure. One handed, she reached for another potion, Harry could hear her praying to herself that this would work. Lifting a foul smelling black potion to his lips, he slammed his mouth together, refusing to drink it.

“Please for me.. For your Harry.” she begged, Harry let out a relieved breath as Severus opened his mouth and dutifully swallowed the concoction, grimacing at the taste.

“Love you.. Touch me.” Severus whispered, voice forlorn. Vivienne’s eyes filled with tears, shaking her head.

“I can’t.. Severus, please be ok” she began to cry, fingers still holding the bloody bandage in place. Severus moaned, hips still bucking with arousal. She wiped her face, a smear of Severus’ blood gracing her cheek and lifted another vial, eyes lighting up at the sight of the purple potion.

“Yes, yes.” she pulled the cork out with her teeth and lifted the bottle to Severus’ trembling lips. He shouted and turned his head.

“Fuck off! You don’t love me!” delirium making him crazed, face filled with anger.

She tried again and he went to bite her fingers, teeth clicking together loudly. Taking a breath, shoulders back, she steeled herself as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Do as you’re told!” she emphasised her annoyance by tightening her fingers on his throat, Severus gurgled, saliva spilling from his lips. She poured the potion into his gasping mouth, loosening her fingers to allow him to swallow. The moans increasing in pitch as he reached up to try and pull her against him, rutting into her hip as he called for Harry. She pushed him down on to the bed, fingers still wrapped around the wound, Harry could hear her swearing to herself as Severus kept thrusting up, whimpering and pleading.

“COME!” she screamed, Harry jumped at the command. Severus stopped breathing, chest heaved then he let out a scream, Harry felt light headed as he watched the man thrust up and come over himself.

His whimpers tapering into little gasps and then silence as he fell into a deep slumber. Vivienne let out a shaky breath and lifted her fingers to check the wound. Heart still racing, Harry observed that the spider veins of poison were diminishing and the wound was no longer bleeding. Vivienne slumped to the side of Severus and sobbed, Harry wished he could comfort her. The room fell away as he pulled from the memory.

Curious eyes watching him as he lifted his head from the bowl, worry written all over her face. He found himself incapable of feeling any anger at her, knowing she had done what needed to be done, the situation had been fraught.

“It’s ok.. You did what you had to.” the relief spreading across her face as she let out a shaky breath. Her smiling eyes looked down at Harry’s groin, raising an eyebrow at the still firm erection, he cringed and she kissed him on the cheek. Flustered, he lowered his eyes, drawn to the bottle in her hand, he reached to take it from her and she pulled it away.

“Are you sure?” she asked her voice filled with nerves, “You might not like what you see.” He nodded, heart screaming for him to think and head wan

Harry frowned at her words, heart beating fast, his mind racing as he remembered back to her mentioning Severus had other submissives before him. Torn between the desire to know everything and frightened of how he would feel at watching Severus with other men. With a heavy heart, he took the memory and poured it into the bowl, the mist hypnotising, closing his eyes he surrendered to the memory.

Vivienne exited the floo, breathtaking in her black evening gown. She brushed the powder from her shoulders, her hair pinned up in loose curls, Harry’s eyes drawn to her slender pale neck. She looked around the darkened sitting room, the place cold and desolate. Frowning at the empty bottle of fire whisky that lay upturned on the floor, her feet crunching the broken glass of the shattered whisky tumbler that lay on the hearth.

“Severus?” her voice tired and concerned. Flickering her wand to banish the glass, she approached the next room. Harry followed her as she entered the kitchen, placing two ceremonial boxes on the small wooden table, her hand reaching up to run fingers through her hair, the curls coming undone as she huffed with frustration. Harry stepped closer to look at the boxes, surprised when he recognised them, he had one of his own sitting in the attic.

Order of Merlin.. Two of them.

The elegant writing on them informing him that they belonged to Vivienne and the other Severus’ . Both of them first class, Harry was not surprised that Vivienne had received one along with Severus. Eyes downcast Vivienne picked up the newspaper that lay discarded on the table, shaking her head and calling for Severus again.

Harry Potter - the boy who lived to kiss men?

Harry nearly laughed at the headline, changing his mind when he saw the photo that graced the front page. Harry pinned up against a wall as Oliver Wood kissed him, his hand firmly down Harry’s trousers. The image playing over again as photo Harry pulled away to gasp, eyes filled with lust.

“Shit!” Vivienne echoed his sentiment as she picked up the paper and threw it in the bin. Wincing at the loud crash that filled the house, a thump flowed by breaking glass coming from somewhere upstairs. Harry already suspecting what sight was about to greet him, followed with his heart pounding and his mouth dry.

The room at the top of the stairs muffled the noised coming from it, Vivienne steeled herself as she opened the door, carefully, body bracing itself for some attack. Pulling back just in time as a glass flew at the door, shattering everywhere. Harry jumped, eyes squeezing shut as the shards flew towards him. Not feeling anything he remembered that he wasn’t here. Vivienne rubbed at her face, a small nick leaving a line of blood on her cheek. Anger bubbled inside Harry, how could Severus treat his friend so badly.

“Severus.. Please let me in.”

“Fuck off!” shocked at the slurred quality of his voice, Harry stood watching as she attempted to enter the room. His heart breaking, Vivienne’s eyes mirroring his emotion as the sound of broken sobbing emerged, growing louder. Vivienne walked into the room with anxiety on her face, Harry peered around the door, shocked at the state of the room, pieces of glass everywhere. Severus sat slumped in the corner, another bottle in his hand. Mindful of the glass, Vivienne knelt in front of him, face soft. Severus lifted his tear filled eyes and looked at her, his stare broken.

“Oh Severus,” she ran a hand along his brow, he leaned into the touch. Harry wanted to wrap him in his arms and kiss the tears away. “Go to him.. Tell him you’re alive.”

Shaking his head vehemently, Severus pulled away from her to take a huge gulp from the bottle. She knocked the bottle forcefully from his hand, it hitting the wall with a loud smash. The noise triggering something in Severus, he looked at her clearly and sobbed as he reached to run a shaking finger across the cut on her cheek. Harry could see the remorse and self loathing on the man’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled her into an embrace, “Please forgive me.” he cried into her neck as she held him, her own eyes filled with unshed tears.

His cries eventually slowed, he sagged into her arms. Harry sat on the floor, just watching the man he knew to be so strong and stoic falling apart in front of him. They sat for what seemed like hours, Vivienne rocking him as he alternated between crying and murmuring to himself.

“You can’t go on like this,” kissing the top of his head, she sighed, “It’s been months.”

“I can’t tell him,” Severus looked up at her, black eyes filled with sorrow, “He’s moved on.. He’d hate me.” Vivienne went to interrupt, he pulled away from her and staggered to stand.

“Enough!.. Stop mothering me!” he stumbled to the door, legs unsteady, “The matter is closed!”

Face pale, she sat on the floor regarding with him sad eyes. Her blue eyes became hard and her jaw tensed, the anger visible as she stood up. Crossing the room quickly, Severus gasped as she pinned him against the door.

“Right, you self righteous bastard,” he sputtered, she pushed her arm to his throat, silencing him, “You won’t tell him?.. Fine! Time to stop feeling sorry for yourself!”

Severus gasped for breath and slumped to the floor as Vivienne released him. He lay at her feet, looking up with awe. Harry recognised the look on her face, it was a one of dominance.

“Get up!” Severus staggered to his feet, swaying as he stood, “Take this, then go and shower.. You stink” her voice had a hard edge to it, she pushed a potion into Severus’ shaking hand. Harry had drank enough of them to know a sobering potion when he saw one. Muttering under his breath , Severus reluctantly followed her orders. She sat on the bed, hands to her face, with a resolute sigh she shook her head.

“Oh Vee you better know what you’re doing.” she whispered to herself, flicking her wand and cleaning the mess he had left. Running her hand across her face, frustration marring her features she got up and left the room.

Harry sat on the floor, unable to move, his mind and heart in turmoil. The sound of the shower running reminding him he was not alone, tears began to well in his eyes. Torn inside at the suffering and torment that Severus was subjecting himself to. Aware of time passing but not of how much , Harry was jolted from his thoughts by Vivienne entering the room. Harry’s heart sped up at her outfit, not physically interested in her, he could still appreciate the vision standing there. Black corset cinching her already tiny waist, the material shiny in the room’s light, her matching black rubber skirt was short revealing slender thighs that were encased in high leather boots. Her eyes smouldered with the dark eye make up, red slick lips setting off the entire look. Harry envied any man that received her attention that night, her body language screamed power and control. Holding clothes in her arms, she called for Severus to hurry up, with a grumble he stalked from the bathroom, Harry’s heart already racing revved up a notch, his cock firming in his jeans instantly at the sight of a naked, dripping Severus. The memory of the previous experience pushed aside, mouth dry, Harry licked his lips. Eyes followed the drops of water, his tongue itching to trace the path left. Vivienne regarded him with cool eyes, face a mask of indifference as she handed him the clothes. He quirked an eyebrow at the outfit she had given him, a sneer on his face. He opened his mouth to no doubt to give his acidic opinion, Vivienne put her finger to his lips, he huffed with annoyance.

“Get dressed.. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

Harry tempted to stay and watch the man, his desire thwarted as Severus stomped into the bathroom, clothes in hand and slammed the door behind him. Reluctantly, Harry trailed behind Vivienne as she went downstairs, pouring herself a large drink, wishing he could have one too, Harry sat and waited.

Heavy boots thumped upon the stairs as Severus emerged from the bedroom, Harry moaning at the sight. Tight black shirt paired with sleek leather trousers, the tightness emphasising the huge cock Harry knew lay beneath the material. Vivienne moved across the room, handing him the last mouthful of her drink, he narrowed his eyes at the gesture.

“It will be the only one you get tonight.” she said with a smile. He swallowed it in one gulp and cleared his throat.

“Where are we going?” Harry picked up on the nervous hint in the deep tone, Vivienne sensed it too and squeezed his arm in a reassuring manner.

“A special club, you know what I’m into, don’t you?” Severus lowered his eyes, nodding slowly, “We don’t have to do this.” she relented, her face softened. Severus stood silently then Harry picked up the change in his posture, back straight, shoulders back and the trademark sneer on his face.

“I want to go.” the words filled with uncertainty and excitement, squeezing his shoulder, Vivienne reached to the side table and pulled a leather mask from it, she handed it to him. He frowned at her, her voice its usual cheeky self as she patted him on shoulder.

“I know you’re gorgeous,” she wiggled her eyebrows seductively drawing a laugh from both Harry and Severus, “People know what you look like.” she explained, he sighed and slipped the mask on. Harry struggled to breathe at the sight, Severus still wore the same mask, those familiar obscured obsidian eyes making Harry want to moan with need.

Vivienne smiled at the vision, grabbing his arm, she led him to the floo and shouted the destination as she pulled him with her.

Harry stumbled out of the floo, the music loud, the beat vibrating through his body. The place dark, oppressive with it black walls, whips and chains hanging everywhere. Harry knew that Vivienne had designed her club to be the opposite of this kind of place. The scent of leather and sex seemed to permeate everything, the floor sticking to his feet as he walked. People fucking everywhere, various numbers, threesomes and more spread around the room. Loud grunts and pain filled cries assaulting Harry’s ears. Vivienne turning to look at Severus’ reaction, his face unreadable, dark eyes taking the sights surrounding him.

A slender dark haired man approached, his blue eyes lighting up at the sight of Vivienne. Face young and handsome probably about nineteen the same age as Harry was now. Severus’ black eyes flared briefly as he surveyed the man, Harry felt a sharp sting of jealousy. Vivienne smiled as she greeted the dark haired stranger, introducing him to Severus.

“This is Lucius,” Harry laughed at the expression on Severus’ face at the name Vivienne gave him. Narrowing his eyes at her as he nodded his greeting to the man, who Vivienne then introduced as Thomas.

Harry could feel the attraction radiating from Thomas towards Severus and Vivienne, his blue eyes darting between the two of them. Harry had to agree that they made a striking pair, all eyes were on them. A large tattooed man walking past leaned in to talk to Vivienne, Severus stood watching with distrustful eyes, not paying attention to Thomas who was trying to engage him in conversation.

“Yes, that would be great.” Vivienne answered the man, a smile on her face, eyes filled with fire as she turned to address them.

“How about we go somewhere more private?”

Thomas nodded eagerly, eyes flaring with lust, looking at both of them as Vivienne led them to a back room. Harry felt his heart beginning to pound, his cock strangely not adverse to the idea of what was going to happen, began to harden, the tip pushing against the denim of his tight jeans. A single spanking bench stood in the middle of the room, a St Andrew’s cross in the corner, various paddles and switches hung from the walls.

“Strip.” Vivienne commanded immediately, Severus looked at her stunned, Thomas obeyed instantly, pulling his clothes off in a frenzy to please her. Heat building in the cool room, Harry feeling light headed at the vision of the trembling man, naked, smooth hairless chest leading down to a rapidly filling average sized cock. Vivienne walked around him, appraising him with emotionless blue eyes.

“You want to be mine?” her voice filled with fire, Thomas lowered his head. She ran a gentle hand through his hair, fingertips caressing the nape of his neck.

He nodded frantically, excitement making his cock twitch, splashes of pre-come dotting the floor beneath his feet. Vivienne looked at Severus, his face appearing unaffected but Harry noticed a single bead of sweat on his brow. His own heart was racing at the sight of Vivienne assessing Thomas, she ran a single finger down his back, he shuddered at the sensation, a moan escaping.

“Kneel.. Show me what a good slave you can be.” her voice lower, sexy and dulcet as she stroked his shoulder. Harry’s cock responding to Thomas’ delight at being told what to do, the dark haired man, lowering himself to his knees. Feverish blue eyes fixed on Severus, darting to his crotch, licking his lips at the growing bulge. Harry wanted to be where the man was, worshipping at the feet of the potion master.

Vivienne stood behind Thomas, her eyes gazing intently at Severus, the potion master returned her gaze, a small smile gracing his thin lips. She beamed at him, raising an eyebrow, reaching down to grab Thomas by the hair, yanking his head back. The force making the man gasp as she exposed his pale neck, extending back as far as it would go. His eyes wide, fear and desire sparking in them, he gulped, the sound audible in the silent room.

“You want him?” She asked and pushed his head forward to look at Severus. Harry noticed that Severus hadn’t moved from the spot, his fists clenched by his side, body tense. Thomas’ eyes ran over the man, Harry fought the urge to push his head back down and avert his gaze, the feeling of possessiveness taking his breath away. Never having experienced it before, jealousy was not an emotion he was used to. His mind trying to be clinical, understanding that of course Severus had a past, but Harry’s heart screamed to pull Severus from the room.

The gleam in Thomas’s eyes filled Harry with anger, his cock disagreed and followed the feeling of lust that was slowly flooding the room. A sharp smack to Thomas’s cheek snapping Harry out of his despondent mood, a vivid handprint now marring the handsome face, Thomas’s eyes welled with tears.

“Answer the question!” Vivienne snapped at him, Harry flinching at the tone.

“Yes.” he answered, his voice full of apology, another smack echoed in the room, his other cheek now sporting a red mark.

“Yes, what!”

“Yes, Mistress.. I’m sorry.” Thomas lowered his eyes, head bowed. Vivienne rubbed his hot cheek with affection, moving her hand in front of him.

“Kiss my hand and say thank you, Mistress.”

Severus let out a small gasp, Harry mirroring the noise, both of them stunned at the authority she portrayed and how easily it came to her. Thomas placed a tender kiss to the palm of her hand, voice filled with obedience.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy, now lie across the bench for me.” Thomas paused for a second, then slowly stood, his legs wobbly as he lay himself on the bench. His cock had not deflated at the treatment, he moaned as it rubbed against the edge of the wooden bench. Face down, chest to the cool wood, arse perched up at the end as he knelt.

Vivienne walked towards Severus, her face unsure, dark eyes watched and offered a smile. Her voice quiet as she whispered in his ear, luckily Harry was close enough to catch the words, he moaned at the implication of the offer.

“Time for you to take control, take him,” her voice breathy, Severus looked at the man, shaking his head, Vivienne looked him in the eye, “Be the man you used to be.. Be my Severus”

Her words filled Harry’s mind with different emotions. Part of him full of disgust at her for leading him down this path, his heart realizing she did it to save Severus from losing himself. Severus stood, eyes closed for a moment as he took in her words, he nodded his head, the trademark mask in place as he opened his eyes. With a assertive stride, Severus stalked across the room, his body language completely changed for the early broken Severus. Running a sure hand down Thomas’ back, the man moaned at the touch.

THWACK!

Harry jumped at the slap, Thomas screamed, his right buttock red and flushed. Severus leaned down to talk in his ear, his tongue peeping out to lick the shell.

“I didn’t say you could make noise, silence!”

Thomas nodded, tears running down his cheeks, Harry watched his cock twitch against the edge of the bench, his excitement still evident.

“Good slave.. Shall I spank you again?” Thomas looked at him with watery eyes, unsure of what to say. Severus smirked and patted the handprint on his arse, Thomas flinched.

“Answer me.” his voice detached and cool, though his eyes were on Vivienne, uncertainty in the black gaze. She smiled and tipped her head to him, indicating that he was doing well.

“Spank me if it pleases you, Master.” Severus traced the handprint lightly, leaning down to place a kiss on each teary eyelid, Thomas smiled at the tender gesture.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Harry’s pulse raced at the words, his cock spitting pre-come inside his jeans. Without realizing it he knelt at Severus’ feet, his large leather bound erection near his mouth, Harry ached to touch and kiss it.

“Yes!” Thomas’ needy shout filled the room.

THWACK

The smack hard and fast, blood pooling beneath the skin of his left buttock, the sobs loud.

“Yes, what.. You need to know your place!” another smack this time directly over the first hit, Thomas bit his lips to hold in the cry. Severus crossed the room to grab a paddle from the far wall, patting it loudly against his palm as he deliberately walked slowly towards the crying man. Thomas trembling at the sight of the wooden paddle, the sound of it hitting the skin of Severus’ hand, loud.

“Kiss it.” Severus held it to his mouth, Thomas kissed it, tears flowing freely.

“Good boy, now let‘s see if you can earn my cock.”

Harry gasped as the memory fell away, finding himself alone in the room. A single bottle left by his bed, a note by it. His erection screaming out at him as he reached across to read it, Harry pressed firmly on the tip, trying to make it go down. Thankful that Vivienne hadn’t been there to witness it.

Harry,

Please don’t think any less of me or him.

I did what I thought was best.

This is the last memory.

Don’t judge him.

V

x

The words filled Harry with dread, what could have Severus done to make Harry judge him. His hand was shaking as he picked up the bottle and tipped the contents into the bowl. Heart fluttering at the fear of the unknown, he leaned into the memory.

The familiar dungeon room floating into place around him. The sound of loud music still reverberating through the walls, a metal clinking caught his attention. Manacles holding up a tan skinned, raven haired man, a blindfold firmly covering his eyes. Red bleeding welts covered his back and buttocks, the blood bright in contrast with the man’s skin.

Severus stood behind the man, Vivienne watching from the doorway, a potion bottle in her hand. Severus lashed the whip, slicing into the man’s back, the sound making Harry flinch. The man was silent, tears streaming down his face, the blindfold soaked. Harry noticed a line of blood dripping from the man’s mouth, he had bitten his tongue to stay silent.

“Say it!” Severus shouted, the rasp in his voice making it crack at the end.

“I’m yours.. Please.. Please. Severus!”

Harry stumbled back at the name, the man called Severus by his first name. Vivienne shook her head, her face displeased as she entered the room.

“And who are you?” Severus asked, running a hand down the man’s back, smearing the blood. Snatching the potion vial from Vivienne’s hand, she scowled and sighed, he ignored her. Grabbing the man’s face, his forced his mouth open, the man spluttering as he poured the dark sludge like potion down his throat. The scent of the spilling potion filling Harry’s nostrils, recognition sparking at the smell.

Polyjuice!

Severus stepped back as the man heaved and began to shake. Horror building in Harry as he watched the man morph. Chest broadened, hair lengthened, Severus pulled off the blindfold. Fascinated as the man’s brown eyes changed shape and colour, hazel becoming a verdant green. The man answered the earlier question in a voice no longer his own, Harry staggered back, falling to the floor.

“I’m your Harry.”

Speechless, Harry sat on the cold stone floor, the image laid out in front of him, filling him with horror and a strange type of excitement. Polyjuiced Harry looked at Severus with brimming eyes, Severus smiled and pulled him into a ferocious kiss, the sound of tongues lapping echoing in Harry’s ears.

“This has to stop.” Vivienne’s tired voice drawing Harry’s attention, she stood by the door, eyes fixed on Severus’ as he regarded her with a cool sneer. Her words sinking in, Harry gasped.

He’s done this before!

“Get out!” Severus shouted, his tone harsh. Vivienne stood her ground, face filled with fire. He let out a huff and kissed the pretend Harry again, blood smearing his lips as he pulled away.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Mr Potter?” the professor tone in place, both Harry’s moaned at the seductive words.

“Yes, please,” polyjuiced Harry licked his lips, Severus nipped at his bottom lip, he gasped. “Please fuck me Professor Snape!”

Vivienne turned her head with disgust at the words, Harry’s cock sprang to life. Absent mindedly, he reached down to palm himself through his jeans, biting his lips to stop the groan of desire. Severus stalked around, grabbing the fake Harry’s hips and slamming himself inside without any preparation, the screams of pleasure shrill in the cold dungeon.

Harry unable to resist, crawled closer to the men, pupils dilating at the sight of the thick erection sliding inside the tight grasping hole. The moans from both men, fuelling Harry’s twisted desire, his mind shouting to stop, his body crying out for release. The image of himself being fucked hard and fast luring him to take his leaking cock out, the cool air caressing the heated shaft.

Severus’ strokes sped up, the man swinging from the ceiling, his feet lifting off the ground with the force of the thrusts. Reaching up, Severus grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it painful as he pushed in deeper, the sound of skin hitting skin resonating in Harry’s mind. The head of his cock wet with fluid, Harry ran his fingers through it, smearing the slickness along his length. Moaning as he wrapped his fingers around himself, his slick palm stroking back and forth, matching Severus’ thrusts inside the pretend him.

The steady drip of pre-come from the other Harry fell to the floor at their feet. Harry kneeling at Severus’, his hands aching to touch and caress his flushed skin. Pretend Harry moaning steadily, the pitch changing as he approached his climax, Severus changed the angle of his thrusts, the resulting moans informing Harry that Severus was now sliding along his prostate.

“Do you want me to come in you? Make you mine?” Severus gasped out, thrusting deep making the man scream.

“yes, yes.”

“Tell me you love me.” Harry stunned at the words, fake Harry faltered for a moment, a brutal thrust dragging a whimper from him. Taking a gulp of air, his voice strained as he shouted “I love you!”

“Harry! Come for me!” Severus called out, his thrusts jerky and erratic as both men came, ribbons of come spilling to the floor. Harry’s back arched as he gripped his cock harder and emptied himself onto the stone floor, his mouth dry and heart pounding at the force of his orgasm.

Panting, the only sound as the three men recovered, Severus pulled out with a wet pop, kissing the back of the fake Harry’s neck and whispering.

“I love you, Harry.” the sorrow in his voice, made Harry want to weep. The pretend Harry let out a shuddering breath, his body shaking as he changed back, the polyjuice having worn off. Vivienne walked over to the gasping man, she lifted his weary head.

“Look at me,” she ordered, he fixed his eyes on her, she sighed. “Obilivate.” the man’s eyes became dreamy and blank.

“Go home, you never came here.” she flicked her wand, healing the welts on his back. The man dressed himself as if in a trance and left the room. Vivienne spinning round to glare at Severus, who was tucking himself back in his trousers.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Severus looked at her and turned away, his face a mask of indifference.

“You have to stop this!”

“Why?”

Vivienne crossed the room to him, her face soft and full of understanding, Severus averted his eyes from her gaze. Gently, she reached up to turn him to look at her.

“They’re not him, you’re hurting yourself.” her tone sad, stroking his cheek in a tender way.

“I know.” he answered, his deep voice quiet, Harry let out a sigh at the man’s torment.

“We have two new clients,” she bit her lips, obviously nervous of what to tell him, Severus looked at her with bewilderment, “Draco Malfoy.”

Severus’ eyes widened at the name, he brought a hand to his face, shaking his head as he spoke.

“I don’t want him,” Vivienne smiled, quirking an eyebrow, Severus let out a laugh “Oh, got your eye on the blond already?”

She liked him already!

She shrugged, a cheeky smile on her face, patting him gently on the shoulder as she walked to the door.

“you’ll train the other one then?, his results indicate he’d make a perfect sub.” She gave him a smile, Severus nodded at the requests, his eyes narrowed at the smile on her face.

“Ok, Who is it?”

Harry held his breath, the feeling he knew the answer to that question. For a second it looked like Vivienne wasn’t going to answer, turning as she walked out the door, smile beaming.

“Harry Potter.”
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