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Coming Home to You	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 25092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Ten

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Harry’s fingers ached for contact as he turned over and pressed himself into the body next to him nearly motionless save for the deep, even breathing. It felt hot, too hot for comfort as the skin stretched against his. It seared him through, burning into him and igniting his passion further. Harry slid his leg over the other, brushing against the man’s and furthering his arousal. He let out a guttural moan over the sensation, rousing the other from their sleep. His tongue tasted flesh, sweet and silky beneath the pad of it. Bloody amazing, the way the man tasted, smelled, and reacted beneath Harry’s eager need.

“My ever insatiable Golden Boy eager for more?” the silky baritone of his professor’s voice curled over him. He tingled beneath the words as he crawled over the man, his eyes focused on the nakedness that met them. Severus was watching him through half-asleep eyes and his body lay lax against the mattress of their shared bed. Hair tangled about the man’s head in a dark mass, fraying away from almost translucent skin. He felt the man’s elegant, large hands come to rest on his hips, urging him to move as he felt hard flesh press between his thighs.

Harry rubbed himself against it, throwing his head backwards and pressing his hands roughly against the man’s chest. Biting out a growl, Harry turned his attentions on the man beneath him who was already meeting his thrusts with his own. Harry licked his lips, leaning in to be captured in a hot kiss. Their tongues mingled and lips moved against each other in their attempts at sating the burning desire in their bellies. Harry was lost to his need. He knew at his age that all the boys were bundles of hormones and sexual urges, but his felt like a need to survive as his hips rolled against the other.

“Focus,” he heard the man say. He breathed deeply and licked his dried lips. He did his best to focus on the man below him, roughly meeting him still with every thrust. Fingers delved into the flesh of his hips as he pressed down slightly harder taking the man’s hard erection between the tightness of flexed cheeks.

“Gods,” Harry moaned as his entrance puckered at the man’s sliding flesh. “Can’t focus.”

“Keep your eyes on mine,” Severus managed over heavy breaths. “Now envision yourself as you usual are.”

“Can’t,” Harry breathed as the urge to have the man in him became overwhelming. “Need you, Severus.”

The man growled and twisted them violently, pressing Harry into the yielding mattress below. “You’re entirely too compulsive. It will be the death of me if you don’t focus.”

Harry let out a gasp as he arched upwards, wanting for the man’s touch. Severus held him to the mattress by his wriggling hips and gazed at him heavily with dark eyes. Harry watched the man above him labor against his own arousal.

“Focus,” he said low and forceful.

Harry whimpered as he did his best to focus his efforts. The need to have the man had taken precedence over any other, but he did his best to envision what the man implored him to. He saw himself as he was before and slowly, he heard the approving groan of the other above him.

“Now try to harness that power within you.” Severus was breathing erratically and his hands were shaking violently against Harry’s pinned hips. The man was obviously losing the battle quickly and a deep part of Harry beckoned it. He slid his hand along the flesh of his own abdomen, over taunt, responsive muscle to the perk nipples. Hissing as the sensitive nub yielded delightfully under his stroke, he heard his older lover above curse.

“Are you even listening to me, Harry?”

“And what if I wasn’t? Would you punish me?” Harry eyed the man through a lustful gaze. He watched Severus cringe against the words as if they were painful to hear.

“Harry,” the man seemed to be pleading more than demanding now. The man’s muscles flexed underneath the strain of his refusal to further explore their arousal. Harry groaned against the need, wiggling himself again and running nails to score over his exposed chest, red lines being left in their wake.

“Cease this, Harry,” the voice above his demanded. “You must learn to control your body and magic.”

“You were the one to say not to refuse your touch. Sev, I need you inside me,” Harry cooed to the other knowing the new nickname would be the other’s undoing. Harsh lips moved against his and laid claim to their bounty. Harry’s body obliged by moving against the man and his legs spreading apart so that the older wizard could settle between them. Harry let out a relieved gasp as the man slid into him after a whisper lubricant spell. Hard flesh plowed into him, spreading him almost impossibly from within. It was a welcomed invasion as Harry drew his legs tightly around the man’s waist and pushed himself down to fully sheathe the man in him.

“Oh Merlin,” Severus grunted as he drew in a long breath before pulling from Harry and then slamming home just as quickly. Harry answered him with his own cry and dug his fingers into the man’s broad back. It was a violent coupling that elicited moans of every pitch as they took no time to head straight for completion. Severus thrusted into him mercilessly--the sound of it echoing off the walls. Harry beckoned the man with a collection of curses and approving whimpers. Finally, when they both came, they settled back into the bed having sated the urge.

“How am I to teach you anything if you insist upon rubbing up against me like some hormonal teenage boy?”

“I am a hormonal teenage boy,” Harry said with a soft laugh. “I also happen to be this creature that needs arousal to feed on.”

“You have effectively controlled your urges before,” Severus said idly, not really at Harry. “The potion should be ready in the morning in which we will test its ability for your interesting condition.”

“Too bad,” Harry said sheepishly. “I quite enjoy making you unable to deny me.”

“That much is clear,” Severus said with the raise of his own brow. “However, this potion will not take away the urges completely, merely lessen them.”

“What good would that do?” Harry said as he brushed back hair from his eyes. Severus rose himself up on an elbow and regarded him.

“It was my wish not to disturb my lessons every few hours because of an insatiable Gryffindor unable to control his carnal urges,” Severus smirked at him and Harry answered it with a soft glare though no real animosity was put into it.

“I’m not the only one with the inability to turn away their carnal urges,” he said under his breath. His lips were pinched together and he puckered them in response.

“If we were at Hogwarts I would have mind to take points,” Severus bantered and then released Harry’s lips.

“Not before I made it impossible for you to speak,” Harry said planting a small kiss to the man’s neck which was followed by a gentle nibble. Severus curled his fingers through Harry’s tresses and pulled his head back roughly. Harry swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed beneath the force.

“Disobedient children should be punished,” Severus whispered and mouthed Harry’s throat pressing his lips gently and then trailing his teeth down the sensitive expanse. Harry groaned as the man’s mouth made a slow descent to his collarbone, the hand holding his head steadfast away from the other. Soft kisses followed by grazes of teeth spread over the curve of shoulder meeting neckline.

Harry’s breath stalled as the man’s other hand trailed dizzy circles over his abdomen.

“I really should punish you,” the man said muffled against a kiss. Harry certainly could do with some punishing he decided. He would definitely be most content with the other doing so now, maybe with a spank or two. Harry moaned again as the man’s hand grazed just above his growing erection and ignored the organ by traveling wayward to his thigh. “I most definitely should punish this body of yours for being so willful and lewd, Mister Potter.”

Harry’s body trembled underneath the seductive way Severus’ words igniting him. His usual address in the classroom made for quite the breathless arousal to pan through him, ready to again couple.

Severus pulled away and gave Harry a knowing smirk before he rose from the bed. The man’s absence felt cold and lonely. Severus quickly donned his clothing before turning towards Harry.

“I must check on the potion,” he said a bit too content to leave Harry in his current state.

“What?!” Harry felt humiliation creep over him at the near pleading in his eyes. The man seriously wasn’t going to leave him like this.

“You would do well with a cold shower,” Severus’ grin was no longer masked as he made for the door. Harry threw a pillow at the man’s leaving form as the door closed just before it landed, thudding and falling to the floor. Harry threw himself back into the bed and huffed. This is what he meant by punishment? Well the man did know how to discipline. Harry groaned angrily and made his way to the lavatory to have a cold shower.

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Harry made his way into the living room, his hair ruffled and wet from his shower, and a towel about his neck to catch stray water. No one met him when he entered, so he settled down in the couch to gaze upon a dancing fire within the hearth. Considering all that had happened over the past few weeks, he decided it was a welcomed break. His body became relaxed into his thoughts as he watched the dancing flames.

He imagined it would be difficult from here to really maintain any sort of outward show of hatred towards Severus. Once in school, he would have to do his best to feign disdain for the other though his body would be aching to take the man into a corridor and ravish him. He mildly wondered how Dumbledore would see that Harry was able to be ‘fed’ when needed. Would a simple excuse of ‘I’m not feeling well’ or ‘I need to use the lavatory’ suffice for an entire year? He would gradually peak other’s interest if he showed up looking for Severus while classes were still in session several times a week—if not daily.

Harry found himself laughing at the notion. He was sure that it would make its way all the way to Draco Malfoy who would then lead it straight to his father undoubtedly. Harry was pulled from his thoughts by steady footsteps leading down the hallway. He turned to see Severus holding a vial in one hand and then a book in another. He smiled at the man, but then remembered that the older wizard had left him aroused and hard just an hour ago in the bedroom. Huffing a bit, he turned his head away receiving a low chuckle from his professor. Despite it all, Harry found himself smiling at the man’s candidness around him. He was sure at Hogwarts, at least during the day, he would miss those smiles the man now so generously gifted him with.

“Enjoy your shower?” the man said rubbing salt to the wound.

“Oh yes,” Harry said having an idea. “My hand was almost as good as your mouth and my fingers, while not as large and long, was just as eager to fill.”

Harry looked over his shoulder and was pleased to see that the man, disabled in his steps forward, swallowed and narrowed his eyes on Harry. Harry’s heart stumbled in his chest as the man continued to advance on him. He held out the vial and Harry looked at it.

“Take it,” Severus demanded, obviously irritated by the previous conversation.

Harry decided not to further agitate the man and took the bottle, eyeing the contents that seemed to glimmer with the light from the fire. He heard the man come round the sofa before sitting beside Harry, prying open his book, and settling back to read it.

“Should I drink it?” Harry asked as he looked over. Severus let out an irritable sigh before waving his hand, gesturing for Harry to drink it. He swallowed the contents which were, for a lack of a better way of describing it, like drinking a fish.

“Eck!” Harry wiped away at this mouth, pursing his lips in disgust. This seemed to give Severus mild satisfaction. “Did you stick an entire fish in there?”

“Fish scales and oil are ingredients,” Severus said nonchalantly.

“How many times do I have to take this?”

“Twice daily,” this was said with an unmasked smile. Harry cringed at the thought. For the first time, he sort of hoped the potion did not work.

He discarded the vial on the table and then sunk back into the couch, turning to watch the man now quietly reading.

“So what is supposed to happen?”

“You should feel a lessened need to feed as well as better control over your transformation and urges,” Severus replied in a bored tone. The man had regained his usual demeanor and for a moment, Harry was disappointed by this turn. He settled back into the couch to watch the fire once more. So he shouldn’t need to feed as often? A part of him was sad by this notion. He would no longer be able to feign arousal from his dormant blood and actually beg the man to take him there on the couch. Harry sighed and fiddled with his hands in thought.

“Have you not any other activity you can busy yourself with? Your fidgeting is most annoying.” Severus kept his eyes to the book. Harry felt the agitation in his belly. He had been here first and now Severus was demanding he occupy himself to keep from annoying him. He let out a groan and turned, pivoting his body to face the other.

“There is,” Harry said as he moved forward and pressed a hand to the man’s thigh. He ran it upwards, but it was pushed away.

“Busy yourself elsewhere, Harry, not with me.”

Harry pulled away and then stood, looking down at the man that ignored him. He straightened himself and walked the short walk to his bedroom before closing himself into it. Severus was too wishy-washy for his tastes right now any way. He crawled into bed and grabbed a book from his trunk. Turning off all other lights aside from the one next to the table, he delved into his copy of ‘Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.’

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Harry hadn’t caught when he fell asleep, but the book was still loosely clasped in his hand and sprawled out to the side of him. Harry bookmarked his page and sat up properly to look at the time on the mantel. It had been several hours, as the clock showed clear into the afternoon. Harry stretched out his sore limbs before climbing out of bed and making his way to the door. He stumbled slightly on his way out, but regained his footing and made towards the kitchen since his stomach was twisting violently in need of food.

Harry stumbled again, his body betraying him as he walked and he was grabbed from behind.

“Where are you off to?” the familiar voice said.

“Oh,” Harry said as he pulled away from the touch and grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his tangled locks. “I thought I might grab something to eat.”

“As well as I,” he said through an even gaze. “I’ll summon Timper to bring some to the bedroom.”

“Why the bedroom?”

“To feed your other need,” Severus said giving him a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not hungry for that,” Harry said smoothly.

“Then it seems the potion was a success,” Severus said giving him a curt nod. If Harry didn’t know better, he would say the man looked a bit disappointed. He smiled as he followed the man to the bedroom.

“Why are we still going to the bedroom?”

“Must you always inquire after every little thing?”

“It’s a gift,” Harry said laughing.

“We must make sure that the potion was a success in all aspects,” Severus said coolly. “Including your transformation control and urge control.”

“Can’t we just eat and chat?” A wasted breath as Severus turned to him with a sneer.

“We barely have a week to get control over your transformation,” he hissed. “We have no time to chat.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Besides you had time to read,” Harry grumbled. He ran headlong into a hard backside as Severus stalled in his progression towards the room.

“Observation was never a virtue you carried about your person,” Severus sighed audibly. “I was researching information on your condition. What there is to know may be a bit distorted by the years, but with a steady deduction of attributes in which you do have, we will be able to better manage it.”

Harry found himself sighing as well. Work and no play, Severus, that was crafty. He would now see every sexual interaction they shared as research. Harry would be lying to himself if he did not admit that the idea made him bitter. Dragging his feet, he followed the man into the bedroom. Lunch had been set on a table sharing two chairs.

They sat in silence as they ate. Harry couldn’t even look over to Severus as the silence was fleeting, and if he did, they may just end up arguing again. When they had finished, Harry was still hesitant to look at the older wizard. He heard the man stand from his chair and walk briefly to the desk in the room before returning.

“Look at me Harry,” the man said from above him. Harry looked up against every urge not to. “I will be instructing you during the act and you must do as I say, is that understood?”

Harry bit back the urge to scoff at the man. “Yes sir.”

Something passed over the man’s eyes, but they quickly returned to indifferent as he led Harry to the bed and motioned for Harry to lie down.

“From my reading, if you attempt a feeding before the urge presents itself, you should maintain better control over your transformation.”

“I thought that’s what the potion was for,” Harry said as Severus pulled easily to remove his trousers. He gasped as the man brushed feather-light against his bare skin. Desire bellied as the man’s eyes held him. Severus removed his outer robes, shirt and pants. He was quick and graceful. Soon he slinked over Harry, their nakedness making him suddenly modest. Usually, every urge was powerful so he never much noticed or cared that they were so exposed until now.

“The potion’s ability to hold back your urge has been a success, but we are not yet sure that it can withhold your transformation and control in the face of a feeding.” Harry breathed in sharply as the man’s hands slid down his upper thighs, spreading him slightly. He was having a hard time breathing in the face of how truly experienced the man was in keeping his calm during such times as these. He would never deny the man was truly incredible at control. Harry could do with a sliver of control that the man now above him contained.

“So,” Harry breathed as he did his best to keep focus. “This is our back up plan?”

“Very perceptive, Mister Potter,” the man said over a smirk. Harry gasped again as the man’s hand brushed over his growing erection, gently stroking him before they pursed the skin exposed above it. Severus’ mouth pressed a kiss to where he touched on his lower stomach and then languidly tasted his navel. Harry tensed under it, groaning and spreading his legs wider to give better access.

“So it seems you are submissive even without the urge possessing you,” Severus whispered before taking Harry’s nipple into his mouth and gently nibbling the nub. Harry cried out, weaving his fingers into the man’s hair. One hand wrapped around the small of his back, lifting him to the other, while the other teased his entrance. Harry whimpered as the man continued to set fire to his body.

“To what deity should I give appreciation to for delivering me such a tantalizing partner?” Severus sucked at the sensitive flesh before turning towards Harry’s other nipple and paying the same attention. Harry was quickly becoming feverish under his professor’s attentions leaving him breathless and numb. He moaned as fingers penetrated him and stroked the cavern, stretching him unhurriedly.

If anyone was a beast, it was Severus. The man was devouring every expanse of flesh near him, tasting Harry and eliciting moans of delight. The urge within began to stir as his professor continued to stroke him inside.

“Do you feel it?” Severus hissed and pressed his lips to Harry’s. The older wizard’s hips bucked into his after the long, devilish fingers had been removed. Harry protested it, grabbing the man’s hand and clasping it gently.

“Focus on the urge inside you,” Severus said into Harry’s ear and shaking away his hand. Harry groaned but did as he was told. He could feel the urge within him much like it had a solid mass. Severus pressed chapped lips to his sensitive ear. “Good, now envision yourself pushing it and making it smaller inside while imagining your body as it always is.”

Harry shivered as the voice stroked him lovingly. He focused on the urge within him and pushed it, pressing it down as if crushing it. He then imagined himself doing it with his usual looks about him-- shaggy brown hair, browned flesh colored by the sun, and green eyes that were a mirror of his mother’s. Harry calmed his breathing and slipped down into the darkness within him, watching as the urge and transformation settled into nothing. His body calmed even under the man’s touch, and he closed his eyes to it.

“Unexpected of you, Harry,” the man said pulling away from him, hands pressed just at the sides of his head. “You truly can achieve something if you put that mind of yours to it.”

Harry glared at the man, but smiled despite himself and nodded. “I have an amazing instructor.”

“You will need to continue to practice to perfect it,” Severus said coolly. “However, I suspect you should be a prodigy in the making with your quick ability to control it. You will still need to feed, but this should serve to postpone it to a more appropriate time.”

Harry simply watched the man, forgetting entirely that they were stark naked and ceased an activity in which he enjoyed. He was proud that he didn’t disappoint Severus. A part of him was glad that the man had the ability to praise when it was deserved. Harry shifted to sit up slightly on his elbows.

“Well,” he said resolved that they would probably stop there for the day. “I should probably do some light reading myself.”

He was pressed down gently and a lustful gaze settled on him. Severus pressed into him, forcing his legs open with his hands to the undersides of his knees.

“I always finish what I initiate, Mister Potter,” he said as he drove into Harry and caused him to be throw his head back by the sudden penetration. Harry absently thought that the man didn’t finish earlier, but couldn’t think as the gentle friction of skin sent him once more reeling backwards. His muscles strained against the man’s intrusion, but he could care less about their protest and merely gave into his usual procession of whimpers and groans.

Harry tightened around his impending orgasm.

“Bloody hell Harry,” Severus said between thrusts as he drove hard into Harry. “Do not suddenly constrict or…”

Severus stiffened above him and came, coating Harry’s inside with his liquid arousal. Harry breathed heavily as he stroked himself between them and then he too was coming. They collapsed into a heap of sweat, sticky fluid, and limbs. Severus cast a quick cleaning charm before letting out a shallow breath.

“Merlin,” he breathed and Harry found himself inwardly concurring. “I must divulge I will have quite the challenge in you upon our return to Hogwarts.”

Harry knew he was smiling like a goon after the man’s admission, but he had never really expected the man to be the type to admit such things. Harry turned his head, noticing that his professor’s eyes were closed and perspiration riddled his body after the tremendous exertions.

“I’ll do my best to not make it too hard,” he snickered like a school boy over the pun. Severus feigned an annoyed look, but the edges of his lips were smiling.

“We will be returning to Hogwarts in a few days time,” Severus said as if answering an unasked question. “The Headmaster has requested we be bonded before class resumes. Then you will be permanently moved into my chambers during the school year.”

Harry was awed by his professor who always seemed to return to his authoritative voice despite what might have just occurred between them. He nodded his head and drew fingers through his wet hair.

“It will be interesting to have to explain all that to my classmates,” Harry said absently.

“The Headmaster has deemed it imperative that this be kept hidden from anyone other than some of the staff being privy to the information. That includes Weasley and Granger, is that understood?” Harry nodded.

“But what will I tell them?” Harry asked a bit under his breath, hoping to stay in the haze of post-orgasm which always proved a good place for them to stay.

“For Granger and Weasley, we have started to train for You-Know-Who, and for your other classmates, you took up private residence due to certain circumstances in which you are not at liberty to discuss.”

Harry once more nodded. At least the lies seemed plausible. Hopefully his condition didn’t show itself despite his training to control it and the potion, but only time would tell. He would have to make his every effort into reading about what it could possibly entail. For the first time, he was not looking forward to his return to Hogwarts.

To be continued…

End Note: I’ll be working heavily over the next few days, but hopefully I can still get a chapter out for you guys! Thanks for reading!
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