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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 pulled back from the memory, heart raging in his chest. Wiping his sticky come covered hand on the denim of his jeans and let out a shuddering sigh.

“Fuck, Severus,” he jumped from the bed, running quickly down the stairs, nearly falling as he took two at a time. Hermione standing by the fire place, talking animatedly into the floo, Ron’s annoyed voice screeching throughout the room.

“Charlie’s a complete mess, Herm.. Please come home.” Hermione grimaced at the look of rage on Vivienne’s face at the mention of Charlie’s name, holding a hand up to stop her from flying into the floo. Harry almost laughed at the colourful language spewing from such a pretty mouth, Vivienne halting her tirade when she noticed Harry standing watching the display, a sheepish grin on her face.

“Ron, piss off!” Hermione stated in a quiet voice, Harry could hear Ron’s spluttering as she closed the connection, cutting him off mid moan. She gave Harry a weary and apologetic smile, eyes filled with questions. Not ready to explain everything yet, Harry turned his stare to Vivienne, she stood biting her lip, nervous of his reaction to the memories she had shown him.

“I forgive him, I’m still shocked but I kind of understand,” he pulled her into a hug, she squeezed him with affection, “And I forgive you,” a smile on his face and a laugh in his voice as he continued “Though we need a chat about you and Malfoy, how long have you fancied him?”

Hermione let out a small laugh and Vivienne slapped him on the shoulder, smiling, the mood lifted. Harry surprised as he heard Vivienne muttering something about since the final battle and something about being a sucker for a sexy blond. With serious eyes, Harry sat on the chair and looked at her. She sighed, knowing that the good mood was about to disappear.

“What do I do?” Harry looked to both of them for guidance, confusion all over Hermione’s face and he turned to Vivienne. She gave him a shrug and explained that it wasn’t her place to tell.

“We need a long chat,” Harry sat down and gestured for Hermione to do the same, “This might take a while.”. Hermione sat stunned, occasionally asking a question as Harry told her everything that had happened, Vivienne sat listening, interjecting information when needed.

“So he has all these tattoos?” Hermione asked, Harry could see the thoughts turning in her head, he nodded. “Every one has something to do with you?”

Harry found his mind drifting to the tattoo Severus kept covered, hidden under the leather cuff. He pondered what Severus could be hiding under the leather.

“He keeps one hidden, why?”

Vivienne shook her head, “I don’t know, all I know is that is was his first one.”

Harry looked at Hermione, her face animated as she talked to Vivienne about everything that Severus had done since he died. He could see an idea forming in her mind, distracted suddenly by his thoughts by one thought.

The club! I’ve ruined her business!

“Oh Vivienne, I’m sorry about what happened in the club!” the smile she offered him took some of the worry from his thoughts, turning her hand in the air like it was of no concern.

“Harry, it’s fine.. I owled everyone to remind them about the secrecy clause,” she paused making sure he understood and he nodded, “They’ll be back tonight.”

“So Ron and Charlie can’t tell anyone?” Hermione and Vivienne let out a sneaky laugh, Harry had the feeling that he was going to find the answer interesting.

“They can try.. but it has side effects,” the laugh in her voice was echoed by Hermione, “It covers you in boils and if you’re a man it makes your balls disappear,” she saw the look of horror on Harry’s face and patted him on the arm to reassure him “It’s temporary, but they don’t know that.” she finished with a wink.

Harry tried to school his features into a semblance of shock, but the laugh escaped, Hermione slapping him on the arm as she moaned about not wanting her boyfriend to be missing any parts. Harry wiped his watering eyes and lowered his head, the giggles from Vivienne infectious, all three of them dissolving into weepy laughter.

“I think I have an idea,” Hermione leaned forward, the others mirroring her as she explained, “So I think if you do this..”

The club was packed, couples and various people spread out by the bar. Harry stood cloaked by a robe, face obscured from prying eyes. Vivienne standing engaged in conversation with Draco, both of them paying him no attention. Harry watched them with interested eyes, the attraction was obvious between them, the way she touched his arm and the look in his grey eyes.

If I didn’t know better I’d say they were besotted with each other.

Loud drum beat from the music filling the room, mouths close to one another to speak, conversations intimate between the people. Harry’s hand wrapped around a glass of firewhisky, his heart banging in time with the fast beat of the metal music and his thoughts drifting to the first time he had set foot in the place. Mouth dry with excitement and anticipation, the fear of the unknown causing his pulse to race and cock to slowly firm beneath his robes. Vivienne kissed Draco, the meeting of their lips filled with fire and lust, the mood infectious. Harry surmised that he could physically feel the temperature rise in the cool bar.

The shiver down his spine alerting him to Severus’ presence even before he laid eyes on the masked man. Suppressing a moan of desire as Severus breezed past, power radiating from his very pores, he approached Vivienne with a angry stance. Fists clenched by his sides and Harry noticed that his black eyes constantly scanned the room, instinctively moving himself back to avoid the gaze lighting on him. Heart faltering briefly at the thought of being discovered before he was ready, relaxing as the obsidian eyes passed over him.

Vivienne appeared unaffected by his agitated stance, offering him a beaming smile. Harry didn’t have to be near to know that Severus was not amused, his eyes narrowed and his terse words carried over the music.

“Why have you asked me here!” pulling himself to full height, trying to be intimidating and Draco visible bristled at his attitude towards Vivienne. Harry admired the blond even more, Draco moving closer to the smiling woman, his body language clear and it screamed stay away from my woman.

Frustrated, Harry could not hear her answer to Severus’ question, she gestured him to have a drink, his face still strained as he followed her to the bar. A glance in Harry’s direction from Draco giving him his cue, taking a deep breath, Harry walked into the middle of the room.

The beat of the song began to change, the fast heavy drum beat morphing into a slow sensual rhythm. He dropped the robe behind him, his top tight and black, a eye mask in place, obscuring most of his features. The leather trousers leaving nothing to the imagination as he started to swing his hips to the beat. Willing his body to stay relaxed while his heart was threatening to explode from his chest, his mind focused on the feel of the music and eyes fixed on the wall. Determined not to look at the people, knowing all eyes were now on him, he could feel their hungry stares like fingers ghosting over his skin. Lifting his arms above his head, lengthening his body, showing his sleek silhouette and then reaching down to slid his fingers down his chest, rubbing the tips over his peaked nipples. Trembling, Harry palmed his cock through his trousers, hearing low gasps at his actions, his cock loving the attention and filling to full hardness. Looking down to see the outline of his erection and the light in the room emphasising the rigidity.

Turning on his heel, hips moving still with the beat, thrusting forward slightly in Severus’ direction. Disappointment flaring inside at his lack of attention, his black eyes unfocused on the display before him, Harry thought that he looked despondent and sorrowful.

He misses me!

Resisting the urge to jump up and down and smile insanely, keeping himself in line. Instead, reaching to trace his fingers across the patch of skin that was visible above the waistband of his trousers, licking his lips as he moved his fingers back and forth. Almost smiling as he noticed a brief flare of interest from Severus, fingers itching to touch himself again, bypassing his needy cock to lift the top up and over his head. Meeting Severus’ intent gaze, the dark eyes widening as he noticed the large tattoo that now graced Harry’s left shoulder, tapering down across the pectoral muscle. Vivienne giving Harry a surprised smile, then turning to observe Severus’ response. To Harry the rest of the room disappeared, their eyes locked and Severus slowly perused the new adornment. A large red and green snake, rather like the one decorating Severus’ chest was writhing on Harry’s shoulder, its tongue tasting the air and its tail wrapped tightly around an ornately decorated potion vial. Harry lowered his gaze and reached to undo the buttons on his trousers, eager to continue and hoping that Severus would realize that he wanted him. The cool air caressed his heated skin, biting his lips to hold in a moan at the feel of it on his cock, it twitched and splashed pre-come against his stomach. Severus seemed to be panting slightly, Harry stepped out of his trousers and with shaking fingers removed the mask. With cautious steps, head still lowered and gaze fixed on the floor he approached Severus, the stone cold on his knees as he knelt before him, a gasp echoing in his head. Crossing his hands behind his back, leaning his upper body forward and touching his forehead to the floor, his hair brushed against the toe of Severus’ boot. His voice filled with desire and surrender, the music fading away as Harry spoke.

“I’m yours.. Master.”

Silence prevailed, no sound at all, only the steady heartbeat in Harry’s trembling chest. Tears beginning to prick, pressing his head into the floor, the cool stone distracting him from the urge to cry. A gasp escaping as rough fingers tangled in his hair, violently lifting his head to stare into fiery black eyes.

“Never forget it!” a slow smile flittered across his face. Harry felt his heart skip a beat, he returned the smile tentatively. Whimpering as he was hauled painfully to his feet, the finger snagging and pulling hair from the roots. Hot breath ghosting over his face and lips. Severus’ voice deep and filled with menace.

“So, if I wanted I could fuck you here,” he licked across Harry’s lips, pulling back before Harry could respond, “in front of everyone, show them what a good little whore you are?”

The words took Harry’s breath away, frightened at the prospect but eager to please, he nodded frantically, the fingers tugged hard.

“Answer me!” speckles of saliva dotting Harry’s skin, Harry fighting the need to lick them off, desperate to taste him.

“If it pleases you,” Harry paused for a moment, unsure whether to say the next words, he took a breath, “yes, fuck me Professor Snape.”

The fingers released immediately at the whispered words, Harry heard Vivienne gasp, she had been the only one close enough to hear. Draco spluttered at the declaration, Harry winced knowing that now he knew too. Severus remained silently, his breathing slow and shallow, fists by his sides.

“Please, master.” Harry pleaded, not caring that everyone would hear him. A moan of delight when Severus grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed their bodies together. His kiss cruel and devastating, Harry melting into him, body boneless as he completely surrendered to Severus’ will. His tongue lashed by Severus’ agile one, his mouth plundered by the angered potion master. Taking a stuttering breath when Severus broke the kiss, their mouths joined by a line of saliva as if they didn’t want to break the connection. Pupils dilated in the dark look, Harry wanting to close the distance and kiss him again.

“Your mine,” he stopped, lapping roughly at Harry’s kiss swollen bottom lip, “Always mine, Harry” Harry sagged at his name, chest pressing heavily against Severus’ strong muscular one.

“Yes, yes.. I’m yours,” Harry bit his lips to avoiding kissing him, the need burning inside him like a fire, Severus appeared to read his distress and pushed his mouth against Harry’s, just briefly, “Please make me yours.” begged Harry.

The potion master slammed their mouths together again, the kiss heated and ferocious. Harry struggled to breath, his tongue fighting to keep up with Severus, his tongue mapping every inch of Harry’s whimpering mouth. The whimpers becoming screams of lust as the strong fingers wrapped around his leaking cock, pulling and stroking firmly. Harry bucking at the sensation of the tip of his length bumping into the smooth leather of Severus’ trousers, his pre-come leaving a shining smear on the material. Vivienne flicked her wrist, the black rubber covered bed materialising in the centre of room. Severus hitched an eyebrow in her direction, her smile mischievous and sunny. Harry’s mind recovered from the kiss long enough to register the bed and hear Draco whisper in Vivienne’s ear.

“I want to fuck you,” the blond kissed the back of her neck, hands cupping her breasts from behind, she leaned back into the embrace, “You can dominate me this time.” Vivienne’s eyes lit up, reaching behind to rub the heel of her hand against Draco’s growing bulge.

Harry squealing as he was thrown over Severus’ shoulder , marched over to the bed and with a gentle touch laid delicately onto the cool rubber. Dark eyes watching him avidly, a single finger running down Harry’s neck, tracing over the throbbing pulse point. The finger mapping the outline of the snake tattoo, the gaze sparking as the tip moved over the potion vial.

“For me?” the rasp in his voice tempered with a wistful quality, Harry nodded and drawing his own fingers up, caressed the back of Severus’ hand. The skin smooth, silky to the touch belying the roughness and strength of the man in front of him.

“Undress me.” Severus ordered, Harry obeying instantly, his fingers shaking with the more flesh he revealed, Severus’ thick erection springing free from its leather prison. Unconsciously, Harry licked his lips at the sight of the bejewelled tip, the moisture shiny in the lights. Blushing at the vision of couples watching the display, the sound of moaning beginning to build as people began to touch themselves and each other. Harry’s heart racing, his mouth dry and he bit his bottom lip to stop the urge to tell everyone to leave.

“Say fuck me, say fuck me in front of all these people!” Severus’ voice was full of excitement, his cock leaking more and a single line of pre-come ran down the twitching shaft. Harry lunged forward unable to resist the urge anymore, his tongue lapping at the spillage and slurping at the slit, gathering the essence from the source, the bitter taste exploding on his tongue making him moan.

The air forced from his chest, the bed slamming against his back and fingers wrapped around his throat, Severus looming over him, his face thunderous. Harry couldn’t contain the groan of arousal at the sight of those darkened eyes fired with anger and wanting. Gurgling at the pressure on his windpipe, the lack of oxygen making his head fuzzy and the pleasure heightened, Harry mouthed the words and his voice echoed in the room, rasping.

“fuck me.. In front of everyone, stick your hard cock in me.”

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Severus flipped him over abruptly, Harry gasped at the rough treatment but his cock revelled in it, smearing fluid onto the bed below him. His face pressed against the cool rubber, he turned his face to the side, eyes glancing at the fucking couples all around them. Grunts and whimpers of satisfaction filling his ears, his own whimper adding to the mix when a firm tongue lapped around his puckered ring of muscle. Keening into the mattress to stop the screams of frustration as the teasing tongue delicately traced around the hole, pulling back to blow on the twitching entrance. The cool air on his wet pucker making him thrust forward, fucking himself into the bed. A quick stabbing motion followed by a light lick pushing him to plead for more, Severus chuckled against his skin, curling his tongue and sliding the tip just inside the pink pucker, Harry relaxing his body, feeling the agile muscle breach his tunnel, saliva coating inside and smoothing the way for the single finger he felt push in next to Severus’ tongue. Pulling away from Harry, ignoring Harry’s whimpers off disappointment, his finger still buried inside the tight heat, Severus blanketed Harry’s body with his own. Whispering in Harry’s ears, the words just for him.

“I want you, I crave you, I need you,” he kissed the nape of Harry’s neck, “Tell me you want me.” their was a begging quality that Harry had never heard before. Severus pushed two fingers deep inside him, crooking them to rub delicately over his prostate, the moan gasped into the rubber.

“I want you.. I can’t stop thinking about you,” Harry twisted his head to the side, their lips meet in a heated kiss, panting as he pulled away. “I love you Severus.” The gasp of surprise at his words took Harry’s breath away, Severus pressing his lips against his in an almost reverent way, the kiss gentle and emotional.

“I love you, Harry,” he murmured onto his lips, Harry closed his eyes to stop the tears from falling. The fingers that had stalled during the tender moment began their exploration again, mapping and stroking the inner walls of Harry’s channel. “I’m going to fuck you, make you mine.”

Harry nodded, the groans loud and eager as the two fingers became three, the delicious burn of being stretched intoxicating to him. Cock spitting and sliding through the wetness smeared underneath him, rutting into the mattress. A sharp bite to the back of his neck made Harry take a short intake of breath, the sting halting his thrusts.

“Good boy, you’ll come from my cock and nothing else.” the words strained and dulcet, they washed over Harry. His skin goose bumped and became hyper sensitive as the anticipation began to build. The fingers moving in a circular motion, brushing against that spot that made Harry see stars, fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Harry’s clenched shut eyes stayed shut as he felt the bed moving, the mattress dipping close to his head, the musk of arousal filling his nostrils. Opening his eyes, smiling at the sight of Severus’ dripping cock bobbing by his mouth, looking up into mesmerizing granite eyes.

“Take off the mask.” Harry asked with a pleading tone, Severus tilted his head at the request, his face a mask of indecision, with deliberate slowness he lifted the mask away, Severus smiled down at Harry.

“I missed you, master.” leaning up to lick the tip of the rock hard cock begging to be devoured in front of him, Severus let out a heart felt moan. The taste on his tongue sent Harry into a frenzy, he lapped desperately, trying to gather as much of that essence as possible. Severus moaning low, a deep rumble in his chest, Harry pushed his head further forward, his tongue always active, tracing the throbbing vein that was prominent on the underside of the rigid member. Gagging when the head slammed the back of his throat, Severus pulled back and them pushed back in, fucking Harry’s mouth with sure strokes. Mouth open, the slick sound of his saliva slicking the way, the shaft dripping with combined fluid from both men, Harry moaning and swallowing convulsively around the tip allowing it to slide down his throat. Severus thrusting forwards, fucking Harry’s gullet in small sharp movements. Sweat glistening on Severus’ broad back with the effort of restraining himself, he groaned and pulled out of Harry’s sweet mouth with a moan of despair.

“I want to come deep inside you!” the words cracking with lust at the end, Harry shivered at the emotion behind the words.

“Yes, make me yours!” lifting his hips and presenting himself to be fucked, brazen and decadent, no longer caring about their audience. In fact, excited by the idea of their love making being witnessed.

Enjoying the feel of the strong hands turning him on to his back, falling into the gaze of the potion master between his legs. With assurance, Severus lifted Harry’s legs, tilting him back, knees by his shoulders exposing his pucker for the room to see. The heated moans spilling without shame from Harry’s flushed mouth, Severus swooping down to devour him with a toe curling kiss. Harry whimpered softly as he pulled back from the kiss, trailing his tongue down his fevered skin. The needy whimpers and cries mewling from Harry, Severus licked his clenching entrance, pushing his tongue deep inside. Harry’s hands clenched at his sides, body shaking as he resisted the urge to convulse beneath the dark eyed man’s ministrations.

“Shall I spread you open with my cock?”

“YES!” Harry screamed, bucking up and reaching to touch him, undulating against Severus, muscles twitching and Harry unable to control them. Hard fingers yanking his arms above his head and pinning them down, Harry braced his palms on the headboard of the bed.

“Keep them there!” Severus barked, fingers returning to tease his entrance, the tips dipping inside then pulling back out, Harry clenching and trying to lure them back. Tasting blood as he bit through his lip to stop his body from moving, the desire to scream for him to fuck him, building and building. Harry’s back arched off the bed as Severus pushed the leaking head of his cock against the guardian muscle, the pucker giving to the pressure and Harry slowly opened. His body surrendering to Severus, inch by torturous inch, the burn of penetration raging throughout Harry’s body, burning him from the inside out, blood raging and stoking his arousal. The steady drip of fluid, splattering his abdomen, his thighs trembling with the strain of keeping them still.

Severus’ completely black eyes fixed on Harry’s, his gaze piercing his very soul and his push inside not halting until he was buried to the hilt. Harry clenched around the shaft, feeling every ridge and veins inside his channel. Severus stayed still, panting clearly fighting not to come at the feel of finally being inside him. Harry took short panting breaths, his balls already tingling, the need to come balancing on a knife’s edge. Severus moved back, pulling out a fraction of an inch then pushing slowly back in, a teasing smirk in place now his control was back.

“Do you want me?” he pulled out, the tip held in by the grasping muscles of Harry’s entrance, inch by inch he pushed back in, “Tell me how much.”

Harry bucked down, impaling him further inside, his muscles going into spasm at the pain pleasure feel of the cock hitting parts never reached before.

“I want you.. Only you.. Please fuck me.. I need you so bad!”

Severus pleased with his answers, retreated then slammed back in, hard and fast. Severus leaned down, bracing himself on the bed as he fucked Harry with long, deep thrusts. Harry writhing under him, squirming at the sensation of the wonderful length brushing against his prostate on every thrust inside. Cock buried to the hilt on every downward move, Harry’s body jolted with the force of the thrusts, their moans drifting throughout the room, drowning out the sounds of the crowd.

Harry felt himself falling to pieces, his body jolted apart, his muscles straining with need. His moans becoming screams of need, heart felt whimpers and pleas.

“Please let me come!”

“COME!” Severus shouted, his voice hoarse and almost instantly, Harry arched his back, palms pushing into the headboard, his body snapping taut and his cock erupted, copious amounts of hot come splashed his chest and stomach. Severus fucked him through his tremors and convulsions of completion. Suddenly, his movements became jerky and erratic, roaring loudly as he thrust once, twice then slumped forwards, hips making little sharp thrusts, empting himself inside Harry. The feel of Severus’ hot come spilling into him and filling him up, made Harry’s cock spurt once more, a single dribble of come falling to join the many strings already decorating his torso. Severus kissed his neck, tiredly as he relaxed on top of the panting Harry, his arms tingling as he lowered them from above his head. His fingertips tracing patterns dreamily on the Potion master’s back, enjoying the weight of him and the feel of him still buried in him.

“I love you.” Harry whispered, Severus placed a gentle kiss on his neck. Reluctantly, he pulled from Harry, the feeling emptiness making Harry snuggle to his warm chest. Tracing a finger along Severus’ bicep, the power evident, travelling lower until he reached Severus’ wrist. The leather cuff smooth and warm against his fingers, he traced under the cuff, feeling the pulse under the silky skin. Curious eyes met his intrigued green ones, raising an eyebrow as Harry undid the cuff, Severus continued to watch him.

“I’ll always be yours.” Harry leaned to kiss him, their tongues met and caressed lightly.

“I know.” Severus whispered, deepening the kiss, “And I’m yours.”

Harry looked down at the tattoo, heart filled with joy, knowing that he had finally found what he had been looking for.

A Celtic band wrapped around Severus’ wrist, shining brightly in the centre was a single eye of a bright verdant green.

The end.

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