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New Beginnings	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: A big thank you to my reviewers! I’m working hard not to disappoint, and I appreciate any constructive criticism that is offered. Last chapter lacked a lot of spicy-spicy, so I hope I make up for that in this one. Happy reading!
All mistakes are my own. I do not have a beta.
Warning: Did someone ask for steamy-steamy? I deliver.
Chapter Eleven
Through the haze of sleep, Harry could feel the subtle caresses; his body was slow to respond, curling further into the comfort of his blanket and seeking to once more drown in his dream world. Yet, sudden jolts of pleasure ran through him, enflaming the length of his body.
He groaned. Or moaned. Whatever it was, it was done entirely against his will. Fingers skimmed over his belly, sensitizing the flesh wherever they touched. A hard thrust to his backside caused his sleepiness to almost completely vanish. He moaned again, thrusting backwards against the firm body against his backside in hopes of feeling more of those delicious sensations.
A hot mouth skimmed over the junction of his shoulders and neck before sliding along the length of it. Tasting. Teasing. Igniting a miasma of small, electric sparks to roam the skin where it touched. Teeth nibbled at his shoulder blade before following the line of his spine upwards.
If Harry had been quiet until now – he hadn’t been – there was no possible way he could have held his voice back now. The firm thrusts to his backside were growing increasingly more insistent, driving into him with a strength that moved him forward each time against the sheets.
Harry grappled what he could with his hands, groaning deeply when the sensations licked hotly at his body and hardened him within the thin confines of his underwear.
“You are quite vocal this morning,” a voice teased silkily as another thrust nearly sent him all the way forward. Hands held his hips firmly and kept him there however.
Harry gasped against another onset of tremors. The man’s voice was just as arousing as his actions. “Some of us were sleeping,” he complained breathlessly.
“Should I desist?”
Harry held fast to the man’s hands, keeping them firmly against his hips. Thrusting his hips backwards, he answered his sadistic lover in the only way he knew how since his voice was sure to crack if he spoke. This action caused his older lover to groan in surprise.
Smirking, Harry felt slightly superior for a moment before he was instantly on his back with his powerful lover hovering over him hotly. Their gazes clashed as hands pried away what little clothing he did wear and threw it from him.
Harry’s eyes took every small detail of the larger man above him. Every glisten of pale skin which was speckled lightly with perspiration. Every twitch of taut muscle as it strained to keep Severus’ body hovering over his own. His eyes mapped every contour, every hill and dip of the man’s incredible body. His hand roamed the expanse of flesh as if committing it to memory. As if he could possibly memorize its form with the simple touch.
Dark eyes watched him intently. Harry nibbled his lower lip as his hands daringly traveled south. He watched with rapture as his own fingers wrapped around the pulsating length of Severus’ large erection. Gods, the man was huge. Harry licked his lips and swallowed audibly as he shyly ran his fingers over the velvety flesh. It jerked at his touch and caused a similar reaction to his own. Merlin. He wanted to taste it.
His eyes jerked upwards, searching for approval. Severus’ eyes darkened with lust, answering his unvoiced questioned. Harry breathed out deeply before he gave an experimental slide of his hand, relishing the small intake of his lover. Daring further, he slid himself along Severus’ body. He was having a hard time breathing by the time he reached the hot organ that pulsated near his face.
His tongue darted out hesitantly before licking almost experimentally at the pre-come beading at the bulbous head. He tasted it. It wasn’t anything to rave about, but it wasn’t horrid either. He tasted the crown once more, taking more of it into his mouth and felt the older wizard’s hips jerk slightly. He wanted to grin but was currently unable to with a mouthful of Severus’ prick.
Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base of the man’s large erection, angling it, before he was once more sliding his mouth over the length. He took in more this time, enjoying the small groan his lover gave way to.
It was an odd position to say the least. He never imagined he would to sucking off Severus and certainly not while on his back. He ignored the nagging feeling of domination the position harbored and continued to explore the hot length that was now heavy against his tongue.
This was a new situation for him – everything he had done with Severus had been – so he doubted he was doing a brilliant job. However, he gave it his best effort. The hot pulse of it was addicting. There was a sense of power he held over the other despite being on his back. It was the first time he had felt any such power over Severus, and he found he quite liked it. Liked that he could simply control whether or not the man gained pleasure.
Before he could explore it thoroughly though, Severus pulled away and forced Harry to his front. His hips were jerked upwards, legs spread out, and penetrated by long fingers only seconds apart. Harry groaned, his body jerking at the suddenness of it all.
“I underestimated you,” Severus breathed as his long body curled around Harry’s own. Hot breath teased Harry’s ear as he spoke into the shell of it. “You have proven much more lewd than I had first credited you.”
Harry moaned breathlessly. Fingers penetrated him, scissoring inside, causing his body to flush with arousal. His mouth had gone dry, so any attempts at responding would be futile. He was barely managing to stay coherent enough to understand what Severus was whispering so seductively into his ear.
So instead of answering, Harry pushed back wantonly against the man’s fingers. Eager for more, he continued his backward thrusts in an effort to impress his desire.
“What do you want, Harry?”
Gods. Harry moaned again. He wanted to growl with frustration. Words were eluding him. He pushed back a bit more aggressively, hoping that Severus would get off this dominate binge and just bugger him already.
Severus’ ministrations stalled. “What do you want, Harry?” he asked again a bit more firmly. “Tell me.”
Harry growled finally. His sexual frustration was building. Words wouldn’t come though. His throat was dry, and his brain lacked the capacity for speech. He pressed his face into the sheets, moaning when Severus showed no sign of continuing.
Teeth bit into his shoulder, causing him to gasp out in surprise. “I will not continue unless you speak. So it is my suggestion that you tell me what it is that you desire I do, or I will cease altogether.”
Harry’s head shook vehemently at this. Bloody sadist. “You’re such a bastard sometimes.”
Chuckling rumbled against his backside as hands roamed nonsensically against his sides. “So you wish me to halt? Very well.”
“No!” Harry cried out.
Harry pressed up against the retreating form of the Potion’s Master. The resulting groan daring him to do more. He slid his body roughly against the other firm form. The hard length pressed between them jerked with the movement. Suddenly, he was feeling much more in control. Severus might be the more dominate of the two, but Harry wasn’t some compliant damsel.
He thrust himself backwards again, feeling the resulting jerks of Severus’ need between them. Finally, he had won. Harry was pushed forward, cheeks spread, and penetrated in one fell swoop. Startled, he cried out. The power of the man’s thrusts were so much so that Harry had to press hands flat against the headboard to keep from going head first into it.
“Infuriating brat,” Severus growled as he surged forward, thrusting to the hilt.
Another startled gasp left Harry’s lips as he fought to keep upright. His hands were white with the strain of keeping his body from surging into the headboard. Heat shot up his spine, suffusing into the very marrow of him as Severus slam ruthlessly into his body.
“Sev…slow…down,” he gasped out before he was once more moaning.
White hot pleasure washed over him with every thrust. It was unfathomable that this much pleasure could result with this much brutality.
“Sev--” he attempted to cry out as another series of tremors wracked his form. Sweat perspired from every pore. Doing his best to fight against the building pressure below, he called out to his lover in a shaky voice again. “Sev! Merlin, slow…!”
Suddenly, he was lifted bodily and sat upright onto the length penetrating him, forcing it deeper than it had ever been before. Harry cried out in surprise and pleasure. It had hit his prostate almost painfully with the action.
“Insolent brats need to be punished,” Severus said in a deep, powerful voice.
Harry’s arms were folded and restrained against his chest as Severus continued to thrust with wild abandon into his plaint form. He was a mess of curses, unable to move or do little more than moan as pleasure was becoming nearly painful in its degree.
“Sev!” he cried out when his body stiffened into orgasm. Hot seed shot clear from his body, arcing and spilling over the bedsheets.
He was numb, completely lax against his counterpart, as Severus thrust several more minutes until filling him with his own seed. Harry groaned when the familiar heat suffused his lower body. Dear Merlin. What had come over this man? Although, Harry wasn’t exactly complaining. It had been the most pleasurable experience to date. So pleasurable that it had been painful.
It had felt like he could have died from the amount of unrivaled pleasure. He hadn’t died. But he had gotten close.
Severus easily maneuvered him back onto the bed, gently settling him on the soft sheets. After performing the necessary spells, his mate laid beside him, drawing Harry into a gentle embrace despite his previous words.
If Severus considered that punishment, then they shared quite dramatically different views on the subject.
“Are you in any pain?” the older wizard asked in a surprisingly soft voice.
Harry peered at the other, his breathing still shallow and hard. “No.” Severus gazed at him with a look of slight disbelief. Harry chuckled in response. “Really. That was bloody amazing. I mean, it was painful, but not in a bad way…”
“So you are in pain,” Severus stated with his eyes darkening with self-hatred.
“No,” Harry said softly. He cupped the man’s face in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. “No more of that.”
“I do not know of what you speak.”
“Oh come off it. I can feel it through the connection. I know you’re feeling guilty. You should know just how amazing I feel right now, so stop it with that look.”
Severus regarded him with an unreadable expression. Harry could feel it though. Feel the relief washing through his mate, and something akin to elation. Harry smiled as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the silent wizard.
*
After a week full of supervision and frustration, Severus finally cleared Harry to return to his post. He wanted to jump for joy, but instead, just hugged his mate tightly with a quick kiss to the cheek.
He may have been seeing things, but it almost looked like Severus had blushed. Harry knew better though. Men like Severus never blushed. Probably couldn’t blush. Even so, he was so excited to finally get back to something normal that it was as if Christmas had come early. The entire night before he was fidgeting and unable to sleep.
When the next morning came, he met briefly with Poppy to discuss symptoms she wanted him to immediately see her about. She was apprehensive about his return to work – thought that it was unneeded stress – but agreed to let him return under strict guidance that any possible tremor was to be reported to her immediately.
He was started to feel like a child himself with so many people looking out for his well-being. It was not that he was particularly frustrated that so many cared, but it made him feel as if the constant buzz of individuals around him were thinking he was incapable of the smallest things.
Pregnant. Bloodline. Savior of the Wizarding World. It was all a bit much to live through day after day. Couldn’t he just be just plain old Harry Potter without so many titles hovering above his head? Couldn’t he live the way he wanted now? Wasn’t it enough that he had defeated Voldemort and spent the entirety of his childhood miserable? Why couldn’t he just settle down and live what life he had left?
Harry grumbled as he made his way towards his classroom. The students were watching with interest, calling out to him as he passed and offering welcoming waves of delight with his return. He was suddenly unable to be angry anymore. This is what he fought for. This is why he had returned.
Many of the smiling faces that passed him were of students that would have otherwise been unhappy should the war have gone differently. Harry straightened out his spine and traveled the remaining distance to his classroom with a smile on this face.
*
“Bloody imbeciles,” Severus complained as he sat hovering over his cauldron. “No matter what you impart on them, their brains simply cannot comprehend or apply it.”
Harry was seated at his desk, reading through some of the notes the substitute professor had left in his stead. He glanced at Severus briefly – chuckling -- before his attention to his notes. “It’s amazing that you’ve suffered through it this long,” he commented lightly. “With all those brainless children and all,” he teased with a small smirk.
“A mystery to be sure,” Severus returned in kind. “Although, I have only managed to chain myself furthermore in the depths of such a miserable existence by bonding to one of them.”
Harry huffed in mock horror. “Surely you are not speaking of my angelic self.”
“Angelic,” Severus repeated as if the word left a bitter taste in his mouth. Then his lip quirked upwards. “Hardly befitting with the purely uninhibited, adulterous actions of this mor—“
“Shut it,” Harry interrupted with his voice nearly cracking. Heat suffused his cheeks as he focused as much as he could on the notes he was reading. “I was under duress…”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” Harry gritted out with a pointed glare. “I would rather you forget…this morning.”
“But you were such a wanton—“
“If you finish that sentence, I will hex you,” Harry warned. Severus’ eyes glinted with challenge. “I mean it. I’m pregnant. Hormonal. And very capable of bad decision making. I will not be held accountable for what I might do should you continue.”
“My, my,” Severus mused as he traveled the short distance between them, his hand skimming over Harry’s tense shoulders. “Should I be frightened?”
Harry was suddenly incapable of speech.
Those fingers teased the sensitive skin of his neck, trailing over the skin and then weaving into his tangled locks. His head was angled backwards, forcing his gaze to Severus who was leering over him. Despite the brutishness of the action, there was affection in the older wizard’s eyes and swirls of lust that made Harry’s Adam’s-apple bob greedily.
“I need to grade these,” Harry said in attempts of dissuading the intensifying mood.
Severus bent forward, ghosting his lips over Harry’s. “Indeed.” Despite his words, Severus did not move away. His hot breath teased Harry’s parted lips, tempting him to close the very little distance between their mouths.
The fingers laced tightly into his hair pulled a fraction, distancing their mouths further and causing Harry to unintentionally groan. “You should finish what you started,” Severus’ voice said deeply.
Harry wasn’t sure what Severus could be referring to. Whether it was finishing his grading. Or whether it was finishing the suddenly very intense mood.
Harry’s breathing had ceased as he did his best to read the emotion in the older wizard’s eyes. “I should.”
“You should,” Severus repeated as his eyes trailed to Harry’s parted lips.
Sod it.
Harry pushed forward, closing the distance and tasting the man’s tempting lips. They responded almost immediately, moving firmly over his and sliding a hot tongue to explore Harry’s mouth. Moaning, Harry ignored the uncomfortable position and continued to return the passion of his mate.
Just when he was about to throw himself bodily at his lover, the fire burst to life in the fireplace and a large body burst into the living room nearly taking out the coffee table.
“Bloody hell!” Harry cried as he jerked away from Severus’ embrace, wand drawn, at the ready to whoever decided to storm into their quarters.
When the large form of a man with salt-and-pepper hair and recognizable eye-patch lengthened, Harry dropped his wand from the ready position and let out a small relieved sigh. Reginald dusted himself off, chuckling and replacing the coffee table to its original position.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said sheepishly. “Very lovely coffee table.”
“For the love of Merlin,” Severus groaned in defeat.
“Hope this is a good time,” Reginald said with a knowing smirk. “Looked like I might have…interrupted something.”
“No—“
“Yes. Now get out,” Severus growled.
“Severus,” Harry chided.
Reginald laughed heartily before taking a seat on the couch despite Severus’ very unwelcoming attitude. “You are looking lovely this evening, Harry. Quite the fine shade of blush to your face.”
Harry’s flush deepened, suddenly aware of what he had just been in the middle of when Reginald decided to literally storm into their quarters. Severus scowled darkly beside him, helping Harry out of his chair and protectively holding him at Severus’ side.
“Do you know what the hour is, Reginald, or are you completely devoid of sense?”
“Is it late?” Reginald asked curiously before turning to the clocking ticking atop the mantel. “Ah, well, it is a bit late it seems. I was away in America. Pardon my late visit.”
“You—“ Severus started angrily before Harry was immediately interjecting.
“So what brings you here, Reginald? I wasn’t aware you were planning to visit.”
Reginald smiled gently, patting a seat beside himself. “Please, call me Reggie. I came as promised. I was hoping to see how the binding of your magic was going. Any problems?”
Harry took a seat beside Reggie despite the protest in Severus’ eyes. “None at all. You did a very good job. I feel so much better.”
“There was really no need for you to come all the way here,” Severus stated distastefully. “I would have contacted you should anything go awry.”
“Oh, no doubt about that,” Reggie said with a small smirk. “You overprotective brute.”
Severus looked affronted but said nothing. Probably put out by Reggie’s overall disregard for anything he did or said. Harry found himself smiling. It wasn’t many that could easy ignore Severus’ sharp tongue. He had a sudden respect for the older wizard even as crazy as the old man was.
“As promised, I will wait until the little one is born before we attempt to know more about your particular case, but I would appreciate anything you might want to share with me. Have you noticed anything different? Discovered new abilities that may or may not have been there before or after the bond?” Reggie’s eyes sparkled with interest.
Severus growled before stating, “I think this neither the time nor the place to assault Harry.”
“Severus,” Harry warned as his frustration peaked. “I am quite capable of defending myself. He was merely curious. And Reggie, no, there hasn’t been much other than before when my emotions would cause my magic to…destroy things.”
“That is fairly common with the original bloodline, I’m afraid,” Reggie said with a small nod of his head. He smiled sweetly before continuing. “I suspect that we will know more in time. Your magic truly is incredible. It is unlike any I have seen. Quite compelling for my research.”
“Research,” Severus scoffed. “So it is your intention to make an experiment out of him.”
“There are very few through history that have been inflicted with high concentrations of the bloodline. There is very little material on the matter. Because of your current affliction, you will more than likely pass this to the little one.
“Research is necessary so that the child does not suffer as a result. If your little one were to have a similar concentration, it would be necessary to understand what may or may not happen in the future. Don’t you agree?”
Harry smiled. The man argued a good point. It was uncomfortable to think that he might be the sole reason their child suffered, but it was all the more reason that he felt inclined to help in any way he could. Severus had been effectively silenced with this statement. Harry could feel the turmoil of emotion through the connection. His lover battled the same confliction over it as he did.
“You’re right,” Harry said finally when their silence stretched uncomfortably between all of them. “I think that it’s the only way to ensure our baby’s future and safety. I’ll help any way I can.”
“Very good,” Reggie said with a large grin. “Well, it seems I’ve overstayed my welcome.”
“You were never welcome to begin with,” Severus remarked snidely.
Harry tossed his lover a stern glare. However, Reggie simply chuckled in good humor, patting Severus a bit too intensely on the shoulder. “Right, right.”
Severus angled away from the other wizard, scowling contemptuously.
As was the case, Harry was finding, with Reggie, he left just as suddenly as he came. Harry sighed deeply before relaxing back into the couch.
The last week had been fairly normal, and he had almost forgotten that there was something to be apprehensive about. It was as if every time he was starting to find normal, another person or thing would come blasting through and once more throw his life into turmoil.
Severus came to sit beside him, conjuring their usual tea and cakes. “That man is a walking natural disaster.”
Harry laughed softly. “No kidding. How long have you known him?”
“Many years, against my will,” Severus responded bitterly.
“He seems quite fond of you,” Harry offered with a teasing grin.
Severus’ forehead drew down with insult. “Unfortunately.”
“I don’t know. I quite like him.”
“You would.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked with a smile.
Severus sipped idly at his tea. “You were fond of that old coot, Dumbledore. Reginald is essentially the embodiment of the previous headmaster. Although his appearance closely resembles some sort of misguided pirate.”
Harry laughed heartily. “He does kind of remind me of a pirate.”
“As he should. He is just as mindless and uncouth as one.”
Harry was smiling despite his chiding words. “He’s not that bad, Sev.”
“I detest that shortening of my name,” Severus stated as his eyes narrowed on Harry.
Harry just smiled sweetly in return. “I quite like it, actually.”
“You would.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that,” Harry chuckled before sipping his own tea. “You don’t like it when I refer to you fondly?”
“Not when I must suffer through that pet name,” Severus responded dryly. “Enough. I am too exhausted to be arguing well into the night with you.”
“Then you don’t have to,” Harry retorted childishly. “Old men should go to bed.”
“Pardon?” Severus’ demeanor became dangerous.
Harry ignored the way it caused his pulse to spike. And then the older wizard’s gaze became predatory. His eyes ignited with the sudden challenge in Harry’s words though it had been unintentionally done.
“I can only comprehend that you seek punishment with those words. Be assured. I am more than willing to volunteer for that particular undertaking. Shall we retire to the bedroom?”
Before Harry was given the chance to answer, he was lifted bodily from their place on the couch and stole away to the bedroom.
*
Severus left his slumbering bonded in their shared bed, thoroughly debauched and exhausted from his punishment.
The cheeky brat had it coming since it seemed he had grown rather comfortable as of late; enough so that he would taunt Severus in such a way. He was unable to contain his Slytherin when the boy was so forward. So bold as to bring it out of Severus despite every effort to be gentle with his young mate.
Severus never shied away from a challenge nor an opportunity to punish those that sought to dominate him. He may be madly in love the boy – the very expression causing his features to morph with disgust – but that did not mean he would allow his young mate to taunt him so openly. Or so he told himself.
If he was being honest, which he never truly was, he would admit that his punishment was merely an excuse to ravish the boy senseless. Until Harry was unable to speak let alone move freely.
The boy certainly brought about a surfeit of indecent ideas that Severus was just barely containing. Never had he felt such desire, such drive to pleasure another. Seeking to humiliate and dominate was a natural part of his personality. However, with Harry, it was merely a means to deriving reactions and pleasuring the boy in any and every way possible.
Despite his efforts to appear otherwise, Harry enjoyed how Severus dominated him in and out of the bedroom. Although it would never go much farther than it had already, Severus was surprised by how submissive Harry was. He enjoyed the challenge though when the boy fought back. Harry would never be truly submissive, but Severus neither cared nor wanted his mate to be. Harry was a firecracker. But he was Severus’ firecracker.
The hoot of an owl drew Severus from his musings. A single rolled parchment fell into his hand before the owl soared back out the window. Only a simple sentence was written on the parchment, but it was enough to bring out a rage that was sure to burn a pathway inside his quarters.
He will be mine.
Severus set fire to the page as his temper got the better of him. He didn’t need to guess who ‘he’ referred to or who might have sent such a thing. He knew. Draco. The boy was just as foolish as he thought he was. More so. Despite the no-contact order, Draco had sent that singular sentence, and it burned fire through Severus’ veins.
He would surely murder him at this rate.
Severus breathed deeply. No. Murdering Draco would not be punishment enough nor would it make Harry happy.
Steeling his features, Severus gazed out the window that the devil-bird had flown in from.
Severus never shied away from a challenge.
Smirking darkly, Severus pulled out his quill and began to write quickly, elegantly onto a piece of parchment. His eyes bore into the paper, surely burning holes with the intensity.
No. Severus would never shy away from a direct challenge.
Challenge accepted.
TBC…
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