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A Most Trusted Soldier	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 58682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Most Trusted Soldier
- 2-2
- 3-3
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- 11-11
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- 16-16
- 17-17
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- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-Author's Note: update
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Beta'd by the classy Slyth. Any errors are mine as some of this was added post beta scrutiny.
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Gravely humming and the gentle lap of water were the first sounds Severus registered as he slowly drifted back into consciousness. Without opening his eyes he sighed and shifted his limbs subtly, realizing that his body was submerged in very warm water.
�Harry?� Severus croaked, hoping that the hand that was gently carding through his wet hair belonged to the famed wizard.
�You�re awake,� Harry replied softly, never breaking from his ministrations on the potion master�s scalp.
It was heavenly this feeling of being cared for, Severus thought, still refusing to open his eyes. If I am dreaming I dare not wake.
�I�m sorry, Severus,� Harry whispered before his voice broke into a sob, his chest shaking as he silently cried. Tears streamed down his bruised face. �What have I done��
Severus felt the tranquility of twilight consciousness in which he had been floating end abruptly as he felt his young lover�s chest quake with guilt and regret. This is not what Severus wanted, not what he expected. Harry had only done what nature dictated, and if he were honest, Severus hadn�t thought the results all that bad. He was alive, safe, and nestled nude in the arms of the man he was steadily growing to love.
Urged by the sounds of Harry�s continued sobs, Severus extricated himself from Harry�s firm embrace and lifted his tired body up into a sitting position. He found it strange that he felt very little pain as he sat upright. A few things twinged as he moved, but nothing worthy of note. Steam rose from his pink-tinged skin owing to the temperature of the water. It was then that Severus noted the water smelled faintly of rose oil; and if his highly accurate sense of smell was still functioning despite the punches he had taken to the nose, he detected the unmistakable odor of a very expensive healing potion made of helichrysum, juniper, comfrey, sage, and lavender. Severus knew that these herbs had to be added directly from the soil in which they grew in order to make this particular potion. He had no doubt that Harry had made this potion here at the homestead.
Severus rotated in the water to face his guilt-ridden dom. Unable to ignore his own aching need to comfort the younger man Severus straddled Harry�s thighs. His long legs easily bending so that he could hook his ankles around Harry�s slightly bent knees. His long fingers, no longer sullied with bits of skin and crusted blood, grabbed hold of Harry�s chin, lifting the younger man�s face so that Severus could look him in the eyes.
�You did what you had to, Harry. Just as you always have,� Severus stated. His eyes bore into Harry�s like a drill, expressing what words could not about the innumerable ways in which they had both participated in actions because they must. At least in this case they had participated in something for their own benefit and not that of the larger populace.
Harry�s features crumpled once again in anguish and guilt, but no new tears came. Instead his large hands dug painfully into Severus� hips on either side, creating new bruises where his fingers embedded. Severus exhaled heavily, a dizzy half smile gracing his lips.
�How can you be so calm? I knew logically that we would go at one another, but this�� Harry shook his head sadly as his eyes roamed over Severus face, which was littered with ghastly bruises that went from purplish-black to sickly yellow.
The conflicting emotions swirling in the depths of those green orbs was almost too much for Severus to bear. How to make Harry accept what had happened? How to get him to accept his nature? How to get him to understand that Severus wanted this�needed this?
�Yet, here I am whole, warm, and by the smell of this bathwater, healing rather rapidly,� Severus said, taking the liberty of running a long finger across an angry-looking burn on Harry�s left collarbone.
A wince accompanied by the hiss that escaped Harry�s lips acted like a light switch, triggering something deep within Severus. The older man felt himself becoming aroused at the sight of the naked, conscious-stricken wizard ensconced between his thighs. He lowered his face to nuzzle into the damp groove between Harry�s shoulder and neck, breathing in deeply to appreciate the scent of bergamot and burnt cloves that was his lover�s pheromone signature. Now that he had smelled it the scent would be indelible in his memory. Before he even knew he was thinking it, Severus opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the juncture where his face rested, forcing a startled cry out of Harry. The fingertips of his left hand moved of their own accord, stroking repeatedly across one of Harry�s dusky, peaked nipples.
The combination of pain and pleasure was just too tantalizing for the Dark Sought to ignore. They had both given one another pain, serious pain, but now Severus felt like chasing after the one pleasure that had eluded him for so long. Severus scooted forward a bit more so that he sat directly atop Harry�s groin. Once seated he began to undulate his hips back and forth, creating a ripple of sensation with water and flesh as he quickly brought both he and Harry to full hardness. His tongue and lips continuing to lick and suck at Harry�s neck, causing shivers in the younger man.
Harry made a sound that could only be described as guttural, his pelvis automatically surging upwards to meet Severus� downward strokes. Severus noticed Harry�s eyes change once again before him, dilating with a ring of deep amber that glowed like embers in a fire.
�Finish it, Harry. You must. Stop. Fighting,� Severus ground out as he let one hand fall beneath the surface of the water to toy with his own pucker. The professor closed his eyes and gave over to his own carnal need, the stilted panting from Harry egging him on.
As his bucking became ever more frantic Harry�s hands lost their grip. Apparently the sight of a libidinous Severus finger fucking himself while grinding against Harry�s own straining cock was too enticing a draw for even �The Savior�s� overdeveloped guilt-complex to ignore. No sooner than he had located his own prostate and set about trying to determine just how accurately he could masturbate in this position, Severus felt his entire body being dragged backwards, as if by an invisible hook. His back slammed against the smooth marble of the far side of the large, oval-shaped tub; Severus realized quickly that his entire body� though he was still seated in the tub� was pinned in place by Harry�s magic. His former student�s propensity to pin him was becoming a bit of habit, Severus thought wryly.
The ex-spy could only watch as Harry stood and strode determinately towards him, water sluicing down those tanned and athletic thighs like a waterfall. The thinner man was salivating with lust as he watched Harry�s fully erect member bob its way ever closer. Severus licked his lips in anticipation, unable to think beyond the sight before him.
Harry�s dick�a good eight or nine inches at full mast Severus guessed as he looked his fill�jutted out from a thatch of glossy and rather tame black curls. The organ was thick, lightly veined, and had a succulent-looking head the color of pale raspberry. The professor allowed his gaze to wander down to the scrotal sac, which hung heavy and loose due to the heat of the water. The sac, lightly dusted with fine black hair, swung heavily and glistened with beads of water, making the back of Severus� throat seize with a desire to lap at the moisture gathered there. Yes, the �Chosen One� was well hung, a fact that satisfied Severus greatly.
His satisfaction was nothing compared to the wave of delight he felt when Harry palmed that perfectly shaped cock and rubbed the leaking tip from the bridge of Severus� nose straight down to his chin and back up to his lips, triggering a long since inactive suckle reflex. Despite the niggling thought that Harry had just done to him what nursing mothers did to get newborns to suckle at the breast, Severus opened his mouth and latched on just as vigorously as a hungry babe.
A hiss-like intake of air through clenched teeth was the only sound Harry made as he sank into Severus� eager, cavernous mouth. It was an involuntary sound one made when having a deep ache relieved.
Whatever charm Harry used to pin him in place flickered and vanished as Severus unhinged his jaw and relaxed his throat, gobbling up every inch of Harry�s finely sculpted cock until his crooked nose was buried in that nest of ebony pubic hair. His dom smelled of rose oil, healing potion, and a slightly sweet, musky scent that Severus could tell was his lover�s natural odor.
It felt good to have the weight of a proper cock in his mouth; to have his lips stretched tightly in an effort to accommodate the girth. For so long this activity had been missing from the professor�s bedroom activities. Sure he got off here and there, did his fair share of fucking around; but few knew that Severus treated sucking cock the way some treated kissing. It meant something thus you just didn�t do it with anyone. Plus, he loved it, everything about it; and he was of the mind that one didn�t put a cock in their mouth unless they were fully prepared to work their way to the creamy, bitter-sweet, sticky middle. Severus couldn�t and wouldn�t just allow any man to spray his seed into mouth and down his throat. He found the mere thought of willy-nilly fellatio disgusting; but the seed of a person that his heart truly desired was the equivalent of a wine connoisseur being offered a glass of perfectly aged Bordeaux, and Severus savored the taste of a worthy, loyal lover just the same. He had learned long ago that he liked swallowing, licking, eating, even playing with a lover�s essence� a kink no doubt, but one that he had not often indulged being a man not prone to flights of romance and pledges undying love.
Harry must have understood this because he began to make merciless use of Severus� pliant mouth, setting a demanding rhythm as he face-fucked the professor who had let his head fall back along the rim of the tub to better brace himself against Harry�s vicious thrusts.
Severus brought both hands up to Harry�s hips in an effort to slow the Amoral�s thrusting only to have them slapped away. He groaned around the mouth full of cock as Harry yanked his head up rather forcefully by the hair, pressed the older man�s face firmly into his crotch and ground his cock into the back of Severus� throat, cutting off the man�s oxygen and causing the him to gag and sputter. If any other man had taken such liberties Severus would have bitten off the measly member before incinerating the person alive. However, now in this moment, he didn�t feel violated, or worthless, or assaulted. He felt challenged, seduced, and capable, Severus thought as he became slightly hypoxic.
Severus could feel a blackout creeping up as Harry attempted to use his dick to choke him into a stupor. Yet, his wits remained. So he used his tongue to inspect the suddenly steel-like organ and moved one of his hands up into the gap of Harry�s legs to massage the now tight, drawn-up sac�both signals of an approaching orgasm. Still conscious, though it was a near thing, Severus refocused on relaxing his throat, desiring nothing more than to fill his mouth with a familiar, tangy, creamy substance, though this time seasoned with Harry�s own innate flavor.
However, here once again his lover surprised him. After a few more frantic, deep, throat-bashing thrusts into Severus� mouth the younger man withdrew, the sound of a loud slurp vibrating in the air. Maintaining his hold on Severus by the hair, Harry spurted hot, sticky stream after hot, sticky stream onto the professor�s face.
�Fuuuuuuck!� Harry hissed loudly as he bathed his submissive�s forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, and hairline with his seed. The warm fluid trickled down the potion master�s face as it made contact.
Holding his still pulsating cock in his hands, Harry trailed the tip through the shiny fluid, slathering himself with his own essence before he slipped the sensitive, dripping organ back into the silky warmth of Severus� mouth.
�Mmmmmm�� hummed Severus as he removed Harry�s hands from the softening organ so that he could take hold.
This was his reward and he would savor it at his own speed. To that end, he ran his tongue in circles around the head a few times before lifting it up and sucking a slow, wet path from tip to root along the underside, slurping away any lingering bits of cum in the process. His long fingers massaging and milking every last tremor and bit of sensation from Harry as he continued licking and lapping up and down the length of the organ, breaking stride to teasingly suck just the tip in and out of his pursed lips a few times. By the time he began to roll his tongue around Harry�s now dangling balls Severus could feel the younger man beginning to harden again. Merlin save me, but I do love younger men.
Harry gazed down at the beautiful ruin that was Severus� debauched, bruised, covered in his seed and marked, utterly compliant. No, he hadn�t lied at all when he had told a bloodied half conscious Severus that he would give him everything. Looking at the man tenderly kiss and suckle between his legs, Harry knew true acceptance and not solely a lover�s consent. He�d had lovers to give themselves over to him for their mutual pleasure, but when the deed was done they both parted and went to seek deeper fulfillment elsewhere. For the first time Harry felt pleased and sated deep within, at a place he could not map out on anatomy chart. It bypassed even the depths of his heart. His entire body was suffused with the feeling of completion, so unlike the temporary satisfaction one normally gets from sexual climax.
Remembering back to the end of his seventh year, just after he had officially ended his casual yet frequent fucking of Blaise Zambini, Harry had asked Ron in a fit of drunken self-pity, �How the hell am I ever going to find someone to love me forever, Ron? ME?! Just me!!�
In a move that spoke volumes about their long friendship, the redhead had smacked him in the head, causing Harry to stumble and sprawl out on the tattered sofa they had set up in the Shrieking Shack. Then the youngest male Weasley emptied what remained in the whisky bottle onto the dusty floor and in a rare show of empathy told him, �You find someone as fucked up as you are and you work your shit out together, mate.�
Yes, he and Severus could and would work it out� whatever it was or would be� together, on their own terms and to their own satisfaction.
Noticing the wonderment in Harry�s once again emerald eyes, Severus gifted him was a sleepy smile, unable to voice just how wonderful and accomplished he felt. Despite knowing that they still had miles to go before they would be fit to completely comprehend and discuss all that had transpired in the past day, Severus felt they had achieved a great deal already.
�What time is it?� Severus asked, his deep, melodic voice echoing around the marbled bathroom.
Harry cast a wandless Tempus for them.
�Only three a.m.? I�m shocked. I thought surely it had been days already,� Severus said earnestly as Harry knelt into the water, cupping his palms to gather water before bringing it up and washing off Severus� face.
Harry�s caress lingered over a bruised cheekbone before he leaned forward and captured Severus� mouth in a sultry kiss, unhurried and sweet; his tongue delving between those swollen lips, searching for the remnants of his own essence.
As their kisses became lazy, yet no less satisfying, Harry reluctantly ended the kiss, smiling when he heard Severus make a small whimper as he did so.
�Tired?� Harry asked, his voice clear and forceful as he stroked once more across the swell of his submissive�s marred cheekbone.
Knowing better than to lie� a condition they had both agreed upon as part of their contract� Severus replied with a dry, �Very.�
Harry nodded in understanding, then scooped the taller man up out of the water and carried both their dripping bodies into his bedroom where he lay Severus down on the plush rug in front of the crackling fire. Then Harry trekked back to the bathroom and returned with fluffy towels, massage oil, and a hairbrush. He quickly dried himself and tossed the damp towel over a chair, sure and unashamed in his nakedness. Then he dropped down to his knees and slowly, methodically patted his lover dry, taking care to not disturb any of Severus� now scabbed-over lacerations. The healing potion he had used in the bath had worked wonders he noticed, as he mentally compared the body he saw now to the one he had been almost afraid to touch when he first lowered Severus into the water.
His mind replayed the fight as he manually dried Severus� body before casting a drying charm on the long hair that flowed like black silk down to the older man�s shoulder blades.
When Severus had arrived it felt like a movie reel began to play and all Harry could do was stand back and watch the plot unfold. He was a participant, but the entire experience felt out-of-body. Still, he knew his knuckles, his palm, his elbows, and teeth had caused the plethora of new injuries that littered the pale body he was now admiring.
It was irrefutable� Severus was too pale. Harry knew that his first major project once breeding was over was going to be getting Severus out into the sun for at least an hour per day. Despite the lack of color in his skin, the older man had some quite arousing attributes.
Harry had long ago noticed that his former professor was slightly bow legged, a feature that gave him a barely noticeable dip in his gait and made his hips roll a bit when he walked. It was a walk that screamed danger and sex whether Severus wanted it to or not, especially when he walked at a leisurely pace. Those long legs, which seemed to go on for miles, were shapely and well defined, as was the rest of the man. His ass, while not terribly rounded was still full and firm; it rested up high between narrow hips and had a somewhat perky curve to it.
There was not an ounce of fat on the man, but Harry honestly could not find a place where he would add any. Severus� skin was nearly hairless, excepting the groin, armpit, and a light dusting that covered his legs and forearms. The older man had the body of a swimmer or long-distance runner� long, lean, sleek.
Severus may not be classically handsome, but he was honestly not hard to look at once you got past the prickly demeanor, Harry thought. He thought Severus looked elegant and distinguished, his features unique enough to lend an air of intrigue. It only sweetened the pot knowing how frighteningly brilliant the Slytherin was. For Harry, Severus had an indefinable appeal that was both cerebral and physical.
In total the pale form before him was mildly aged, but sturdy and well cared for, with just enough muscle to prove power. Severus� limbs moved with a purpose and control that was often missing with young lovers. This body lying in front of his hearth had memory and experience where it may have lacked the glow of youth. Severus� body bore the scars of war and cruelty, but those same scars marked the triumph of the man�s survival. They told the story of a life LIVED and acted as reminder of the treacherous path Severus had walked. It was no body of some mythical Greek god, nor was it unappealing in the least; but it was a body Harry felt he could respect and surely grow to love.
Part of him was sorry about the pain he had caused Severus, but at the same time a part of him felt strangely satisfied that his submissive had taken each blow and did not in turn hate him for it. It felt as if they had entered another dimension, where the Severus Snape and Harry Potter of their previous lives no longer existed; at this moment they were just the Amoral and his mate, the dom and his sub, the older and the younger�lovers.
Harry rolled Severus onto his stomach before he took up the brush and began pulling it through the long, sable locks. Each stroke of the brush pulled a muffled moan of pleasure from Severus. After several minutes of this treatment, Harry set the hair implement aside and picked up the massage oil. He straddled Severus� lower back facing towards the man�s impossibly long feet. He lifted one foot, slathered it in the fragrant oil and began kneading the appendage, garnering an entirely new sound from his sub. Harry fully expected the exhausted wizard to begin snoring at any minute. Yet by the time he began massaging the back of Severus� thighs the man was rutting into the carpet and arching his ass up into the air like an alley cat in heat.
�Harry, please�,� Severus begged, his voice laden with a combination of sheer lust and fatigue.
Harry knew without further explanation that the man was begging for mercy� for them both.
The green-eyed wizard still took his time, continuing to massage Severus slowly, thoroughly, tenderly, adding a kiss or suck here and there to that skin that had seen far too little sunlight. He kept Severus on the precipice until he had completed the length of the man�s backside.
�Harry�Harry�give me�do�shit,� were the illogical jumble of words that tumbled from the professor�s lips. His skin was on fire and he was hard as hell, painfully aware that after all the fighting, frotting, kissing, caressing and cock sucking he had yet to spend his rocks.
Just as he began to weave together a complete sentence, Severus felt hands lifting his hips away from the floor so that he was positioned with his face pressed into the floor, knees apart and his ass high in the air. Harry�s tongue licked a cool, wet path from the nape of his neck down to the tip of his crevice.
�More� just�more,� Severus breathed out, his thighs trembling and his pucker winking in anticipation.
�When I take you shall I be gentle? Has it been long?� Harry asked teasingly as he knelt off to the side so that Severus was positioned in front of him like a Boxing Day feast on a platter.
The ability to speak with any sort of intelligence was gone, so Severus opted for an �unh-unh� and a harsh, flustered slap of his palm against the carpeted floor.
As his face was turned towards the fire, he heard rather than saw Harry move into position, the squish and squelch of lubricant being applied to a cock the loudest sound in the room.
�I want your legs wider,� Harry commanded roughly as he pushed the first preparatory finger into Severus� quivering hole. Once his middle finger was in all the way to the third knuckle he praised Severus for what he felt. �You�re tight, so very fucking tight.�
�For you. Only for you,� came the thick-voiced reply as Severus moaned and stretched backwards to better meet Harry�s fingers.
The temperature in the bedchamber climbed though the fire level remained the same, their bodies tense and slick with perspiration as they went through the pleasurable yet perfunctory motions of foreplay and preparation.
Severus� fingers were buried deep in the fabric of the rug as he held on desperately to remain in the position that he had been placed. His entire body wanted to take charge of the situation. He visualized throwing Harry down and mounting him like a bull rider before bouncing his way violently to completion on that splendid penis that Severus wanted to have bronzed. The scenarios continued, becoming ever more frenzied, dark, and obscene.
Just as he began to focus on a particularly erotic vision that incorporated some mild breathplay, Severus felt Harry nudge into place behind him. The stiff, oiled tip of Harry cock rested firmly against his opening as the younger man leaned forward and whispered, �Brace for me, baby� before he drove in to the hilt with one long, smooth thrust.
�Aaahhh�� erupted from both their mouths as Harry went to work.
Whatever guilt Harry may have been feeling had been cast aside, because the man had not let up an inch as he pounded and pounded inside Severus, hitting that usually elusive sweet spot with extraordinary accuracy.
Harry had one hand on his hip and the other clamped around the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place, almost grinding Severus� face into the floor. Unable to do much except take what was being dished out, not that he had any complaints, Severus closed his eyes and fully immersed himself in the physical act. He cleared his mind of all thought, focusing instead on every stroke of Harry�s cock as his dom plunged in, hit a deliciously, tender membrane, retreated slightly, before hammering in once again. The hit and miss of his pleasure spot; the heavy breathing and tight grip on his flesh; the beads of sweat peppering his upper lip and trickling across his brow; the moist heat that was being sustained by the constant friction in his passage. It was amazing and Severus was committing every nuance of their first coupling to memory.
�That�s it�fuck me back. Fuck me back!! Come on!� Harry panted, wanting to increase the pressure as well as the volume of sound that came when the flesh of Severus� buttocks slapped against his pelvis. He loved that sound and wanted it fast like the rat-ta-tat-tat of gunfire.
Severus heard the command and was only too happy to oblige and began rocking back harder and harder, meeting Harry tit-for-tat. Though he was proud bottom, none of his past lovers would ever claim Severus to be a passive one. He could be as demanding a bottom as he was a professor; yet, he wanted to become expert on Harry�every kink, every fear, every preference, every fantasy, every dislike.
�Anything. Anything. Anything. Harder�please, harder,� Severus chanted, uncaring of how shameless his begging sounded. He was being driven hard, just the way he liked it. He felt like a wild horse someone was trying to tame, and by all that was holy he so wanted to be tamed. He couldn�t have instructed Harry better had he drawn an animated diagram. The only thing missing was a riding crop and spurs.
�Yes! Yes! That�s it,� Harry panted, loosening his grip on Severus� hip and bringing a hand around to place a vice-like grip at the base of Severus� straining, leaking cock. �Don�t come, pet. Not yet.�
Severus didn�t know whether to cry or yell in his frustration. At this moment the man famed for his self-control felt as though he�d Crucio his own mother�rest her troubled soul�at Harry�s command if it would lead to his relief.
�Please, Harry. Let me�please, please�I need to..,� the professor begged, his body continuing to lurch and jerk with the force of Harry�s thrusts.
Harry gave him a particularly vicious thrust in reply that made the older man bite into his own tongue, the coppery tang overpowering the leftover taste of his dom�s ejaculate.
�My word�� Thrust �is�� Thrust �now�� Thrust �law!� Harry ground out before he spilled himself deep inside his sub. �Shit. Shit�shit�arghhhhh. Fuuuuuck meeeee��
Severus had been waiting what felt like eons for this moment. He may not have a belly full of cum as he had desired, but he most certainly had an ass full judging by the intense, hot, fullness he felt deep within. Despite having cum previously, Harry still shot a copious amount of seed which squished out of Severus� passage, back over the base of Harry�s cock and down Severus� inner thighs as the younger wizard continued to thrust, riding out the vestiges of his orgasm while still planted deep inside his lover.
Finally, Harry pulled out carefully with a couple teaspoons worth of seed dribbling out behind him. Without releasing his grip on his lover�s neck, he took his free hand and trailed his fingers through the sticky mess that was still oozing from Severus� hole and over the back of his balls, all the while smiling. He rubbed his thumb around the abused, almond-colored entrance, which elicited a small hiss followed by a backwards motion as Severus automatically tried to gobble up the appendage through his rectum.
Harry let out a soft chuckle, �Relax, Professor. Don�t worry, you�ll get off. I�m about to demonstrate felching for you.�
Dear Gods�.

A/N: ***wipes brow and lets out exhausted breath before swigging disgustingly cold coffee directly from the carafe***
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