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Changes	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27108 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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CH11 AN – For my lovely reviewers...
Oh, phoenix-rob, the things you comment on! Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter about Harry after the full moon.
Nightstar – thanks for the review. You're added to the update list.
I'm Weird And That's OK – okay, that was quite possibly the longest review ever, so thank you for the time you took! I would suggest, if you don't want to go through the SickPuppy signature angst, that you wander away for a few chapters (not going to say how many, as that would be telling) and come back for the smut. Thanks, too, for the implied “I've read your other stuff” which is wonderful to know.
Keep an eye out for a new story I'm cogitating. It'll basically start as a PWP before developing an actual plot, so it should fulfil your smut needs.
And thank you for the praise – glad you enjoy evil Remus and that you like my Dumbledore, as I gotta say that that is exactly how I see him: manipulative but for “the greater good”. Also, thank you for saying I'm keeping Severus and Harry in canon (other than maybe Harry is a bit less idiotic in this). We won't see much Hermione and Ron, but they crop up at times.
Anyway, hope to see you (and other readers) in the next chapter!
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Oh, and seriously, I can't recommend enough listening to / reading the lyrics to “Down with the Sickness”, it tells you pretty much everything you need to know! ;) SP
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Chapter 11 – Decaying in me
Waking the following morning, Severus rolled his neck, surprised that he'd managed to fall asleep. He'd wanked himself again and again the previous night, trying to resist the lure of Harry's call.
There was no noise from the other room so he hoped that meant Harry was asleep, and hopefully was human again. If so, Severus intended to push the clothes through the bars, put up the towel and retreat before he was tempted to gaze at the body he was so steadfastly refusing.
The older wizard carried out his plan, thankful and upset that Harry had slumped down with his back to the bars. The line of back and buttocks was very appealing to his teacher, and he hurried away, cursing himself for his weakness.
“What time is it?” Harry asked groggily a little while later.
Severus had undone the wards and had requested some breakfast items to be sent to his rooms. Now he was sipping a cup of tea and reading a book. “It's seven thirty,” he answered, glancing up to check the clock before returning his focus to the page.
“Urgh, wake me in two hours,” Harry croaked.
“No. Go to your bed. Sleep there, not on a hard floor.”
Scratching his neck, Harry considered. “Okay. Did anything happen last night that I should know about?”
“Other than the wolf being very insistent that I joined him, no. I resisted.”
Harry tugged on some clothes and opened the gate. He staggered across the room and collapsed into the chair nearest the food before grabbing the jug and drinking directly from it.
“Harry!” Severus cried out, surprised.
“What?!” Yellow eyes turned to him as Harry snapped his response, lips curling back from the teeth.
Oh shit! We're back to where we started.
“Use a glass, please,” Snape said calmly, trying to hide his discomfort.
Sniffing the air, the younger man seemed pleased. He gave a wolfish grin and drank the remains of the pumpkin juice from the jug. Then he dug into the food. The elves had sent things that could be left a while before being eaten – toast, fruit, yoghurt, bread rolls, jam, cold meats, and butter stood on the tray. His hands snatched at several slices of ham and stuffed the entire pieces directly into his mouth before he turned his attention to the rest of his breakfast.
Disgusted, Severus got up, or tried to. Harry put a hand on the older man's shoulders and held him in place with an ease that surprised the older wizard.
“Stay,” he ordered.
“I have better things to do than watch you masticate. Now let me go.”
The eyes were golden. “Stay,” the command was repeated quietly.
Snape pushed at the hand and began to move. The speed of Harry shocked him. He was knocked to the floor and the younger man straddled him on all fours and growled into his face.
“I gave you an order,” he snarled, nose wrinkling. There was something of the wolf in the cast of his features, even though that should have been impossible.
“And I am not yours to order about.” Snape wondered how the hell he was going to calm the wolf down enough to allow himself to escape with just some pretence of dignity.
“No, you ignored me last night and went off to your room to touch yourself. I can smell it on you. I did that to you. You wanted me to take you. So, you are mine to order. You, as yet, have not realised you belong to me.”
Eyebrows lowering, Severus let his anger show. “Get off me, Harry. This has gone on enough already.”
The boy leaned in and nuzzled the neck. His mouth opened and he bit Snape.
“Ow!”
“Stop me,” Harry jeered, “if you can.” He leaned back in and kissed, licked and bit Severus' neck. Each bite was more painful than the one before, and the teacher began to fear that Harry would break his skin and turn him. That gave him the strength – fuelled by fear - to push Harry away.
Catching the wolf off guard he slammed his hand into the chest; Harry toppled and Snape skipped to his feet with more agility than his appearance seemed to suggest was possible. Really annoyed with Harry, he left the room and went into his bedroom, hoping to find some peace and calm. He didn't close or ward his door; he refused to feel a prisoner in his own rooms.
Harry followed, stalking him with wolf-like movements.
His wand in his hand, Snape aimed it squarely at the space Harry occupied, “Don't make me hex you.”
“Try it and it'll be the last thing you remember doing for a long time,” the wolf assured him, still circling closer to the bed.
In the battle between Seeker reflexes and Death Eater cum spy reflexes, there was no contest. Severus had cast a non-verbal spell to entangle Harry in ropes before the other had even begun to dive away when he had seen the wand start to move. The boy crashed to the floor and started spitting, snarling and swearing at Snape who stared down at him sorrowfully but made no attempt to loosen the bonds.
“Fucking ass hole! Let me go! I'll fucking kill you!” The next was delivered in barks and snarls before the invective began again, “Shithead! Let me GO!”
“Are you Harry once again, or is the wolf still in control?”
Eyes that were yellow and green mingled together glared back at him. It was more green than he'd seen since Harry had started attacking him and he felt there was some hope. He unfortunately knew what had to be done to placate the wolf enough that he would survive the next few hours.
“Harry, I'm going to touch you,” he announced, trying to sound in possession of his authority.
Swinging off the bed, he knelt by the younger man and slid his fingers between the ropes to undo the trousers.
Eyes wide (definitely more green than yellow), Harry watched him as he worked inside the clothing and began stroking the quickly hardening dick. Snape's hand moved with sureness and he soon had Harry lifting his hips to grind up into the grip, moaning with desire.
“Please, Severus! Please, please, please!”
Severus rubbed his nail along the throbbing vein and enjoyed the way Harry bucked wildly, fighting his bonds as his lust grew. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip, smiling at the whimpering noise he heard, and dipped his other hand into the trousers to fondle the hot testicles.
Thrashing and bucking, Harry came.
He sagged to the ground and closed his eyes, panting.
Cautiously, Severus ended the spell and moved away, leaving the boy to regroup. He very much hoped that the wolf had been subdued.
For a while Harry didn't say or do anything. He lay on the floor, getting his breath back, and trying not to feel completely humiliated. Once in control of himself, he tucked his sated length away and sat up. He deliberately didn't look at his teacher and instead left the room without a word. Although no longer hungry (and, in fact, feeling really very sick), it was as good an excuse as any to leave.
Snape tried to read for an hour, but his ears were constantly listening for Harry, wondering if the boy was all right. After ten minutes he had heard one small sob and his heart had clenched, but the sound hadn't been repeated. He knew, though, that if he left things too long, Harry would have thought himself into circles and be dreading their next confrontation. That's why he was allowing an hour: it would give time for the first flush of embarrassment to have faded, but wouldn't give the younger man enough time to talk himself into something stupid. He hoped.
Getting off his bed he exited the room. Harry was pretending to read. They both knew it was only pretence, as the wolf's ears were keen enough to have heard the creak of the bed and the padding of feet across the rugs.
“I think we've learned the wolf needs sex,” Severus said quietly as he tidied up the breakfast things and placed the various containers and utensils back on the platter ready to be transported away.
Eyes still fixed on his book, Harry didn't reply, although his forehead was rather redder than usual.
“My concern now is keeping him appeased until the next full moon. As it stands, I think it would be dangerous for you to mingle with your classmates, as any anger you feel might encourage the wolf free. I don't want you missing any more school, but I don't know how best to keep you safe.”
That was a lie. Severus was sure he did know a way, but he was determined to exhaust every avenue looking for other solutions.
“If you have any ideas, then, please, share them.” And there it was. There was the invitation for Harry to actually join in the conversation, rather than just sit there and pretend he couldn't hear the other man.
“I'm sorry,” Harry whispered.
Snape walked over and knelt beside the youngster. He pulled the book away from the flushed face and said kindly, “You think I don't know that? Come on, Harry. We need to think of a solution to this.”
Nodding, but still red, Harry started thinking. “Well, it did ease when you ...” he stopped, embarrassed again.
“Yes,” Snape agreed. “I don't know how long that will appease him. But, if necessary, we can repeat the action.”
Arousal vied with embarrassment within Harry. Arousal won. “Well, let's see how long it takes before I start getting wolfy again, and then we'll know.”
“I'd really rather not go through that again,” Severus commented dryly. “But, if we keep a close watch on your eyes and act when they become more yellow than green, then perhaps we can head him off before he fights completely free.”
Harry lasted over four hours before he began growling and following Snape's every move with yellow-green eyes. His nose sniffed the older man and his tongue swiped across his lips again and again as his werewolf side gained ascendency.
Severus moved close and rubbed the hard length he could see pressing against the trousers. The yellow faded a little and he was able to undo the fly and begin working the cock with a practised hand. It didn't take much before Harry was clutching at the older man's clothes and moaning softly, hips thrusting into the grip.
With a shudder, the youngster spurted and stilled, gasping for breath.
Snape tucked him back in whilst the Gryffindor panted and then washed Severus hand clean of the boy's release. “Four and a half hours? Well, that we can work with. If I appease the wolf before we start your school day you will be fine until nearly one o'clock. As lunch starts at 12.30, we will have time to calm him once more before eating and beginning afternoon lessons. Once the day is done, you can release a little later to allow you to complete any homework or catch up tasks.”
“You're seriously suggesting you … do that … to me three times a day?”
Snape flushed a little. “It's that or the wolf takes over and everyone learns of your new condition. And more importantly, you might hurt someone accidentally.” Privately, Severus was thinking he'd probably explode if he had to wank Harry three times a day with no reciprocation, but that was his burden to bear to keep the boy safe.
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CH12 Preview: Closing the door to his classroom, he walked calmly down to the dungeon, or tried to. Every pupil seemed to be rushing towards the Transfiguration Courtyard, and anticipation thrummed in the air. Dreading what had happened, Severus hurried too, and began running when he heard one Slytherin say gleefully to another, “Potter's finally lost it!”
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