Light on the Dark Side of Me

Title: Light on the Dark Side of Me
Author: cocoa-snape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs exclusively to JKR…she is a goddess. I am making no money from this.


Light on the Dark Side of Me
Chapter 11: Every second of every day

Wednesday was the day of their next lesson, and Snape was attempting to teach Harry the complex reflection spell he had been using against him repeatedly in their duels. Harry, however, was unable to reproduce it.

“Inept as you may be Potter, you are not this inept. You are not concentrating you foolish boy.”

“I am concentrating,” Harry lied.

“Is that so? Well then, prove it. Wand up! Ready, Legilimens.”

Harry was completely unprepared – Snape was right, he was not concentrating. And he paid for it dearly over the next hour as Snape poured ruthlessly through his mind. But, for once, Harry did not care, he was biding his time – waiting an opening, an opportunity to entice the stalwart Severus Snape. And finally it came.

Snape had stumbled across the memory that was plaguing the forefront of Harry’s mind. Snape’s lips on Harry’s as he moved his hands down the sides of Harry’s body. Harry trapped between the wall and Snape’s tall form. Harry being held by those strong arms as he shuddered in pleasure. Snape was momentarily stunned by the memory – and seemed extremely uncomfortable viewing what had happened between them from this point of view. He quicked quashed it, inadvertently bringing another to the surface.

Harry asleep on Snape’s sitting room couch, whimpering ‘Please…need you…Severus.’ Harry waking with a start from that dream as Snape slammed his bedroom door.

Snape heard Harry’s voice in his head, “Don’t you want to know what I was dreaming about?”

Snape struggled not to answer, not to say, not to think, ‘I’m dying to know.’

Disappointed by the lack of an answer from Snape, Harry prodded the man further, “Are you sure you don’t want to know? It’s what I’ve been fantasizing about almost every second of every day now.”

And somehow, Harry pressed the thought into Snape’s mind. And despite himself, Snape was impressed. He wondered if Harry had done that on purpose or if it was a happy accident. He wondered if perhaps he had, in fact, unconsciously probed the thought himself. He didn’t know and he didn’t care – right now, he was absorbed in what he was witnessing.

Harry, running his finger tips gently down Snape’s chest. Harry, kneeling down in front of Snape, and opening up the folds of his layered robes, freeing the man’s swollen cock. Harry’s hands, snaking around the man’s waist, firmly grabbing his ass, as the image of himself tried to pull away. ‘I need you…please,’ Harry whimpered. Harry’s lips moving closer and closer, kissing the very tip of his erection. Harry’s tongue flicking over the head of his shaft, lapping up the forming wetness there. The image of himself letting out a primal moan as Harry sucked him inside his mouth.

“Merlin help me,” Snape growled, and the fantasy faded away as the mental link was abruptly broken.

“Sorry,” Harry apologized breathily, “I couldn’t keep it going any longer.”

Snape was staring at Harry in shock. Harry was fantasizing about that!? Doing that with HIM! He needed to get out, get away, get some air – get control over himself! Snape began to hastily move away, but Harry tightly grabbed hold of his left hand, halting Snape’s exit.

“Don’t go…please!” Harry begged desperately.

Snape slowly turned around to face Harry, whose eyes were begging him for…for? In that moment, Snape wanted to pounce on Harry and give him everything he wanted and all the things he didn’t even know he wanted. But he stopped himself, settling instead for taking a seat on the couch. Harry sat down next to him, emitting an audible sigh of relief.

Snape couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had shown him. He was beginning to feel a bit dizzy at the flurry of images rushing through his mind. And he felt Harry’s hand settle on his thigh and his lips suddenly press against Snape’s mouth.

Snape pushed him away. “No. Not after your lessons,” Snape said firmly. “You’re distressed and overwrought and I am not about to take advantage of your vulnerability.”

“What’s the matter, Severus?” Harry asked in a whisper, relishing the almost inaudible gasp Snape released as Harry addressed him in the familiar for the first time. “Don’t you like me being vulnerable with need for you?”

Oh Merlin!

Snape nearly cracked at these words. Mustering up one last bit of control, he managed to whisper, “You need to leave.”

“No. Please, I can’t,” Harry almost whined. “I need you so badly. I’ve been thinking about this for days. Please don’t make me go.” Snape could almost hear the boy’s heart pounding in his chest, and if the panting noises Harry was making weren’t enough to push him over the edge, Snape nearly died when he saw that Harry had moved his hand in between his own legs, and was squeezing his burgeoning erection. “I need…please, I need…” Harry whimpered, struggling for words.

Snape crumbled under Harry’s desperation, and met his eyes fully.

“Show me. Show me what you need,” urged that velvety voice.

Harry grabbed Snape’s hand and moved it in between his legs, letting it rest on the hard bulge there. Molding his hand to the back of Snape’s, he made Snape’s hand squeeze his erection, a low moan escaping Harry’s lips. Harry looked up at Snape, a question in his eyes. Snape said nothing and Harry suddenly understood – Snape wasn’t going to do anything, he wasn’t going to cross that line. Not pretending to understand Snape’s logic, and for the moment, not caring what it was, Harry realized he needed to take control and act quickly before Snape changed his mind all together. Harry moved hurriedly to unzip his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. He then pushed Snape back on the couch and sat down in between the man’s legs – positioning himself so that he was sitting directly in front of Snape, his back pressing tightly against Snape’s chest, the inside of Snape’s thighs tightly hugging the outside of his legs.

Harry reached for Snape’s right hand and pulled it down, slipping it inside his boxers – his hand still on top, the fingers of his own hand interwoven with Snape’s. As he coaxed the man’s warm long fingers around his hard flesh, Harry couldn’t help but gasp as the feel of the first hand other than his own touching him there.

By now Snape had nearly forgotten the reasons he had objected in the first place – Harry felt so incredible against him. He summoned every ounce of will he possessed and forced his hand to remain motionless. Silently, he thanked Harry as he felt the hand above his squeezing, making his own hand grasp Harry’s hot arousal tighter. Despite himself, Snape rested his chin on Harry’s right shoulder, closed his eyes and inhaled – losing himself in Harry’s scent.

The intimacy of this gesture was not lost on Harry and heightened his arousal further. And suddenly Harry wanted to feel Snape – he needed to know that the man was as aroused as he was. He shifted backwards, trying to press his buttocks into Snape’s groin, but Snape, somehow anticipating his movements, shifted back as well.

Harry’s forgot his disappointment quite quickly, however, as he slid Snape’s hand further down his shaft until he felt Snape’s fingers resting on the head of his cock, and then moving gently over the leaking tip. Harry let out a whimper and thrust his hips forward into Snape’s hand.

“Please say something,” Harry said in a throaty voice. He half expected Snape to ignore him completely – Harry knew he was completely clueless as to the rules of this tentative engagement.

Snape responded in a seductively warm whisper directly into Harry’s ear, “What would you like me to say?”

“Oh God,” Harry moaned under his breath. The sound of Snape’s sensuous voice made him crazy. And Snape’s breath in his ear as he spoke made him frantic with need.

He squeezed Snape’s hand forcefully and began rapidly stroking his shaft with Snape’s hand. Harry’s heart was racing. The hasty, haphazard movements that Harry demanded from Snape caused a half-smile to form on the man’s lips.

Panting through sobbing breaths, Harry managed, “Say something…anything…I love the sound of your voice.”

“You are as exuberant as ever, Mister Potter,” Snape said in his trademark rich drawl. Harry felt the hum of Snape’s voice vibrate against his neck and through his body – driving him even further over the edge.

Harry wound his left arm back, his hand reaching for and touching the back of Snape’s neck. He ran his fingers through the man’s hair, which felt incredibly silky and soft.

Snape struggled to hold back the blissful moan that threatened to spill from his throat when he felt Harry’s hand on the base of his neck, caressing his hair. He couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had touched him like this – and wondered how such a small gesture could possibly feel so good.

Harry’s body still ached for more and he turned his head to the side and used the hand he had in Snape’s hair to capture Snape’s lips in another kiss. Sparks shot through him as he felt the man’s tongue contact he own again. As their tongues began their delicate dance, Snape forced Harry’s hand movements to slow, and Snape began making more deliberate elongated strokes – drawing out Harry’s pleasure, showing him how it should be done. And Harry was grateful for every moment.

Harry’s breath was now completely ragged, and as Snape’s hand moved with one final firm movement, Harry threw his head back against Snape’s left shoulder, arching his body up and totally surrendered himself to the climax which ripped through him.

They sat there like that for a long time. Harry tried to regain his breath, as his heartbeat slowly returned to a normal pace. Once he regained his senses, Harry snaked his now free right hand around to his back, trying to reach between Snape’s legs, desperate to make Snape feel as good as he had made him feel. But the man grasped Harry’s wrist firmly and pushed his hand away.

“It’s past curfew. You should go,” Snape said simply.

Harry wanted to say something, he needed to say something, but he was, once again, at a loss for words. He stood up and faced Snape, but could not meet his eyes – feeling somehow that he had let the man down. He left quietly, whispering “thank you” on his way out, wondering if Snape had even heard him.


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