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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Snape arrived a few hours later. He stepped through the bars and touched the table. "I expect the Dark Lord will arrive in a few more days. We should . . . have intercourse within the next two days."

Harry just stared at the wall. There was no point in objecting. Snape would force him.

Snape stood by the table for a while. Harry remained curled in a ball and ignored him. Finally, Snape stepped out through the bars. "Do try to eat. I haven't drugged anything. If you'd like I can give you the drug I used last time to make things easier for you."

Even though he'd told himself that he'd pretend to go along with what Snape wanted, he just couldn't do it. Harry threw his covers off of him as he propelled himself upright. "Of course I want the fucking potion! Do you think I'd willingly have sex with a greasy, ugly git like you?!�

"Shut up!" spat Snape. "I have no attraction to runty, undeveloped, little-"

Harry flew at the bars. "TAKE THAT BACK!" he screamed as he tried to reach Snape to punch his face in. "YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK!"
"I have done nothing but tried to help you for-"

"YOU FUCKING LIAR!" Harry beat his fists against the bars in rage. "COME HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" He slammed his fist against the bar so hard blood spurted from his knuckles.

"Stop, Harry!" Snape moved closer to him and Harry tried to grab him, but he dodged out of the way. "You are hurting yourself!"

"GOOD! I HOPE VOLDEMORT COMES AND CRUCIOS YOUR ARSE! I HOPE YOU FEEL THIS!" He smashed his other fist against the bar.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry froze in mid-swing. How dare that fucking bastard use magic against him!

"Mobilicorpus!" Harry's body was lifted and floated back to the bed. Snape wordlessly cast the chaining spell and then made bonds appear around Harry's ankles too. Pulling out a potion from his robes, he poured it into Harry's mouth, then put his hand under Harry's chin. He released the bond at the same time that he shut Harry's jaw and pinched Harry's nose. Harry thrashed wildly and held his breath, but he couldn't last and finally he was forced to swallow the potion.

Snape released him and he screamed at him in anger. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Snape turned on his heels and strode out of the room. Harry howled and shook himself as violently as he could in the bed. He didn't feel any pain anymore, even when he twisted his arms in positions that would have been very painful ordinarily.

After a bit, Snape returned and put a box on the table. Harry had howled himself hoarse and could only glare at Snape, wishing that he was a basilisk.

"Potter," said Snape calmly as he poured a potion into a cloth, "save your anger for when you destroy the Dark Lord. You will kill him, won't you?"

"I-!" Harry was caught off guard. "What?"

"The Dark Lord. The reason why you left school after the sixth year was to destroy him. It's what you most wish to do, correct? Even if it costs you your life...." Snape stepped closer.

"Of course I want to kill him, you idiot! I would do it right now if I could!"

"I will train you...." offered Snape as he began to dab the potion against Harry's wounded knuckles.

"WHAT?!"

"...to kill the Dark Lord," he continued calmly. "However, I must insist that you acquiesce to a few demands."

"I what?" Harry's head hurt.

Snape finished painting his knuckles with the lotion and bandaged them up. "You must agree to follow some rules I lay out. The choice is yours. You can stay here and try to get out on your own, or wait for your friends to save you. Perhaps you will find yourself lucky, perhaps not. The Dark Lord will have no use for you eventually and then you will be killed or worse. Or . . . you can become my student again.�

Harry stared at his blurry face, his brain trying to catch up. Snape finished with Harry's hands and released the bonds on Harry's legs. In the same nonchalant manner, he checked Harry's ankles for injury.

Snape rubbed the lotion into Harry's ankles as he continued. "I will require several concessions on your part before I teach you, however. First and foremost, the Dark Lord must never get a hint of what I am offering to do. If I even have an inkling that your Occlumency is weak against him or that you will reveal this secret to him in a fit of anger against me, I will not hesitate to completely Obliviate you. Do not doubt me when I say that I will do it in a heart beat in order to protect myself. I will not have my life destroyed because you got angry with me for doing something that was required of me."

He bandaged up the ankles and undid the bonds between Harry's cuffs. Harry did not object when Snape pushed up the sleeves of the jumper to check for injuries. "The second rule is that you must speak to me in a respectful manner."

Harry opened his mouth to protest but Snape continued, "Just listen. We don't have to like each other. We can still hate each other all we want . . . but I will not have you flinging insults at me whenever I do something you don't like. While I still dislike you, I promise to be more civil towards you than I was during your school years."

"Don't call me stupid," insisted Harry. "Or little."

Snape nodded and released Harry�s arm. He sat back on the chair. "I also must insist that you take this duty seriously and train as you have never trained before. I will push you hard, and I do this not to be sadistic, but because I have no idea how much time we have, or how long I will be able to remain here with you. Any day, the Dark Lord could decide that he needs me elsewhere and replace me with another guard."

As much as he hated Snape, that announcement made Harry's stomach twist.

Snape continued, "Finally, you must do your duty and kill him or any other Death Eater who stands in your way. I do not want to spend time training you only to have you die when you hesitate to kill a Death Eater and allow him to cast on you first. Likewise, when I finally bring you before the Dark Lord to destroy him, you will do your absolute best. Right now, he doesn't view you as a danger but the minute he views you as a threat, he will destroy you. If you are lucky, he will kill you. If you are not, what is being done to you here will seem like heaven compared to what he has in store." Snape leaned in close so Harry could see his cold, glittering black eyes. "Do you understand me?"

Harry nodded slowly, his mouth too dry to speak.

Snape stood up. "Come, eat your dinner."

Harry shakily slid out of the bed and into the chair Snape had just occupied. He picked up the spoon and began eating his beef stew. Snape watched him for a minute and then left.

Harry's thoughts were a whirl. Snape wanted him to kill Voldemort? Why the hell was he working for him then? Why did he kill Dumbledore? Was Snape lying to try to gain Harry's trust again? Harry suspected that if he asked the Death Eater why he wanted to kill Voldemort, he'd either lie or not give Harry a straight answer.It just didn't make sense with what he knew of Snape, but Snape had probably been planning to train Harry at some point if he had a list of rules already formulated in his head.
Harry felt lost and confused. Snape had a way of unhinging him. He ate his stew slowly and tried to figure out what to do. He supposed he had nothing to lose by letting Snape teach him. If Snape was just trying to gain his trust, then the lessons would come in handy for when he killed the Death Eater.

He finished his dinner, brushed his teeth, and climbed into his bed. His fit of rage had left him exhausted even with his earlier rest. Snape would have to give him a wand to train him, wouldn't he? The thought of holding a wand again made the tightness in his chest ease and he slept soundly.

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"Bath time, Potter," insisted Snape from the bars.

"Wha?" Harry rolled over. He had been in the middle of a good dream that had evaporated instantly at the Death Eater's voice.

"You slept all morning," said Snape impatiently.

Harry yawned and rolled out of bed. He sleepily approached the bars. "Not like I can tell."

Snape waved him through without casting the chain. Harry hurriedly scurried to the bathroom. He hated having his hands chained while bathing; it made the whole process a million times more difficult. He wasn't about to let Snape remember that he had forgotten to spell the chain. Snape followed, brushing past Harry as he approached the chair that had appeared last time.

Harry scowled at the Death Eater, hating the touch even if it was just the edges of Snape's robes. Snape ignored him and pulled out a book to read as he sat down. Harry�s eyes couldn't make out the title, but he bet it was old and boring. He climbed into the empty tub and started the taps himself. He poured in nearly half the small bottle of bubble bath even though it rarely took more than one fourth of it to get a nice layer of bubbles. He scrubbed himself, annoyed he couldn�t clean under the cuffs.

"You know, my skin here-" He tapped his cuff. "-is probably really dirty. You should take them off for a little while so I can clean my arms completely."

Snape looked up from his book and one of his eyebrows rose in a �you must be kidding� expression. Harry turned back to his bath. "Worth a try," he muttered.

"Why don't they use cuffs like these in Azkaban?" Harry shampooed his hair.

Without looking up from his book, he said, "They are fairly easy to remove with a basic understanding of Runes and one of the more heinous punishments imaginable for a witch or a wizard is to be isolated from magic. You were Muggle raised so it doesn't affect you as much." Snape turned the page on his book.

"Even worse than being around Dementors?"

"For many, it is far more abhorrent."

"That's silly." Finished bathing, Harry scooped up a big pile of bubbles and blew them across the bathtub.

"Finished, Potter?" Snape closed his book and stood.

"Yeah, close your eyes." Harry watched the Death Eater to see if the dark spots under Snape's eye brows turned lighter in colour. When they didn't, he scowled. "I can tell they're still open!"

"You are ridiculous." Snape swept past him and left the bathroom.

Harry jumped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around himself. He let the water out of the tub as he dressed. Rubbing his hair dry, he wandered back to his cell. Snape had spelled food on the table and walked out to stand near the door to the library. He opened the bars for Harry, than started to stride off towards the library.

"Wait!" Harry called. "Aren't you going to train me?"

Snape halted. "You've not yet agreed to the terms."

"I gotta kill him when I get the chance. I can't let him know what we are doing," Harry paused as he tried to think of the other two. "I have to train as hard as I can...."

"And you must maintain a level of respect," Snape finished for him. "You will address me as �Sir� or �professor� while we are engaged in lessons. I do not require it else wise, certainly not while we are..... Anyway, the most important aspect is that you must never let the Dark Lord know of our plans. I will test your Occlumency as often as possible while he is in your presence. If you are not properly shielding those memories at all times he and any other Death Eater are near you, then I will Obliviate you. Understood?�

"Yes, I won't mess it up." Harry nodded.

"Eat your breakfast first and then we will begin." Snape left in a swirl of black.

Harry hurried over to the table. A small feast had been laid out for him that consisted of thick sausages, a fat omelette, bacon, toast, kippers, and orange juice. He ate until he was stuffed and then used the toilet, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. When he was finished, he perched, bursting with excitement, on the edge of his bed waiting for Snape to return.

He waited for what seemed like hours and was about to go bang his cuffs against the bars in anger when Snape strode in, a strange, shifting object of a mix of colours floating behind his black form. Snape had his wand out and when he flicked it towards the table, the remains of Harry's breakfast disappeared. The table itself suddenly appeared outside of the cell to the left of Snape, along with the chairs, which rested on top of the table. The multi-coloured object on Snape�s right pulsed and swirled. Harry desperately wished he had his glasses so he could find out what it was.

"Take off your jumper and move to the middle of your cell," commanded Snape.

Harry did so in an instant, eager to find out what was next.

"The first and probably most crucial lesson for you is dodging," Snape explained. "Casting defensive spells negatively impacts your ability to cast offensive ones. Furthermore, most of the spells that the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters will use against you will be ones such as the Killing Curse which can not be blocked. Try to avoid these.�"

The writhing thing by Snape spit a small blue object that whizzed towards Harry. His seeker skills kicking in, Harry grabbed it before he knew what he was doing. It was a small blue ball, about the size of a golf ball.

"You aren't supposed to catch spells, Potter," said Snape with impatience in his voice.

"Sorry." Harry dropped it. "Give me another."

Snape arched his eyebrow at him.

Harry sighed. "Give me another, sir."

Snape sent a red one speeding towards Harry and he easily stepped out of the way. Two blues soon followed, but Harry was able to twist himself out of their path. Snape varied the number and pace as Harry dove and weaved around the cell. It was rather fun, and he was quite proud of how he managed to evade all the projectiles Snape had thrown at him. It was harder than Quidditch and he wished for a broom, but avoiding the bludgers had taught him quick reflexes. He dove onto the bed to avoid a green and jumped off the other side, a red narrowly missing him. Dashing across the room, he twisted and turned to avoid a rapid volley. He tripped over his feet and fell, three balls hitting his chest.

"Ow," he said, more in surprise than pain as he found himself on the floor.

"Are you hurt?" asked Snape.

"No, sir." He picked himself up. "I wish I had a broom."

"If you do become injured, let me know immediately," insisted Snape.

"Yes, sir." He brushed himself off. "I'm ready."

Snape worked him until he was panting and sore. Finally, Snape slashed his wand horizontally and all the balls fell to the floor.

"You need another bath." Snape summoned the balls to his right side and returned the table and chairs. "Next time, we will have you bathe after the lesson. Bring your jumper; your clothes need to be washed."

Harry snatched up his jumper and stepped through the opening in the bars Snape spelled. The exercise had felt wonderful, and he didn't mind the soreness in his legs. He was quite proud of his success rate. They had been at it for hours, and Harry had only been hit four times and he thought Snape had cheated on at least two of those.

"I'm taking a shower so don't watch." He announced to Snape as he stepped in the bathtub. Snape ignored him and took Harry�s clothes away to be cleaned. Harry was out of the shower and dry by the time Snape returned with his clothes.

"Turn around," he ordered Snape as he moved to put them on.

Snape did so but said, "We will have to put on a show today."

Harry froze, staring at the black form of the Death Eater who slipped out through the bathroom door and disappeared. He didn't want to be reminded of that. Not when he was feeling so good. His stomach twisted and he thought about locking himself in the bathroom and refusing to emerge. No, Snape wouldn't train him anymore and he needed to get his letter out. Feeling as though he was walking to his execution, Harry slowly made his way back to his cell. Snape was waiting inside, an impassive statue by the bed, and Harry was filled with the inexplicable urge to try running away again.

Snape removed a vial from his robes and placed it on the table. "The potion."

Harry stepped into the cell and had to hold onto the bars for support. "No."

"No?" asked Snape softly.

Harry stood up straight. "I'm not drinking it with you in here. You have to go out through the bars and stay there until I say you can come in."

Snape said nothing and for a moment, Harry thought he would refuse. Then, he strode out and the bars closed behind him.

Harry slowly approached the table and sat down in the chair. He stared at the potion as if it were poison.

"Once you are under its effect, you must not act in a way that would let the Dark Lord know you chose to drink the potion or are being trained by me. He will be suspicious if the memory is interrupted, so you must play your part perfectly. I will stop if you really need me to, but that would entail us engaging in this a second time and I am sure you�d prefer to avoid that."

"Yeah." Harry grabbed the bottle and opened it with trembling fingers. "
You can�t come in until I say �okay.�"

"Very well."

Harry quaffed the potion. It tasted bitter and chalky and seemed to settle thickly in his stomach. He closed his eyes, put his hands on the table, and waited for it to kick in.

He didn�t feel anything for several minutes and he was about to ask if Snape had given him the wrong potion, when he suddenly became aware of how wonderfully cool the wood of the table felt beneath his fingers. He ran his hands across it, delighting in the texture. It was smooth yet hard and each grain of wood was a beautiful imperfection.
He needed to touch it more which is why he climbed up on top of it. He rubbed his chest against it and his jumper slid up as he pulled back so the cool hardness pressed against his chest. It was a euphoric sensation and he wanted to sink into the table and feel its perfection against every pore of his skin.

"Potter, get off the table and get in the bed." Snape's thunder rolled across him and he shook his head and rolled onto his back to rub his lower back against the wood.

"No, I like the table." He pet it affectionately.

"Potter, I am not climbing on the table." A large black smudge approached Harry and a black covered arm reached out to take him away.

"No." He rolled away and fell off the table. He didn't hit the floor. Something fuzzy yet invisible held him securely. It manoeuvred him and carried him over to the bed as Snape followed.

The sheets were better than the table, and he rubbed himself against them as his penis hardened. Snape rolled him onto his back and stripped off his bottoms. It felt wonderful to have his prick exposed to the cool air, but he wanted more so he reached out and closed his fists in the black and yanked Snape down towards him, remembering how good it felt when Snape touched him last time.

Snape caught himself with his arm. "Do I need to chain you?" He climbed onto the bed by Harry, threw his leg over Harry's, and pushed up his jumper. Harry sat up so Snape could pull it off of him, then collapsed back against the bed. His nipples were hard like his cock and needed to be touched. Snape agreed with them and slid his hands across Harry's chest to take each one between finger and thumb.

"Ah!" He arched his back, pressing into Snape's wonderfully warm hands. If only Snape had three hands so he could touch Harry's cock while playing with his nipples. Snape was staring at his handiwork, a curtain of black hair hiding his face. He had never looked at Harry's face since that once the first time. Harry reached up a hand to curl his fingers in Snape's hair.It was so soft and sleek between his fingers. He tried to move Snape's hair to see his eyes but Snape grabbed his wrist and, without looking at Harry, took his other one and chained them both to the bedposts.

"I want to touch," Harry protested and arched his back, trying to escape the chains.

Snape's head bent down to taste one needful nipple and Harry forgot all about touching Snape for a moment as his cock thickened as Snape sucked, licked, and bit him so wonderfully. The dark hair brushed against Harry's chest as he moved to attack the other one and Harry knew he wouldn't survive long at this rate. "Fuck! Touch my cock!"

Snape's mouth disappeared and Harry whimpered in protest. The smell of strawberries and spring filled the air and Harry squinted to see Snape dipping his fingers in the jar.

"Hurry up, I want to come," he demanded and spread his legs as best he could.

Snape moved between Harry's legs and pushed the right one to the side. The strange spells rippled through him and he shivered. He peered down at Snape, but he could only see black as a finger slid inside of him. Why wasn't the rest of him being touched?

"Touch me more! Kiss me again! he demanded as a second joined the first. They found that secret spot and he was beyond thought for a moment as they sent sparks into his limbs and made his cock weep in frustration.

"I need more!" He writhed against his bonds as Snape so slowly added a third finger. He was going to die if Snape didn't touch his cock!

After what seemed like ages, Snape finally pulled out his terrible fingers. His body advanced on Harry as he shifted over to release the bonds. Harry's hands immediately went down to grab his aching prick but Snape flipped him over and pulled him back up on his knees.

"No." He tried to wiggle away. "I don't like this way. It hurts."

Snape yanked the pillow over and laid Harry down with the pillow under his stomach. Harry humped the bed until Snape pressed down on his arse so he couldn't move anymore.

"Nooo!" He protested, trying to roll back over onto his back. He hated this position. Snape couldn�t touch his cock or his nipples. "On my back. On my back," he insisted but then Snape had spread his arse cheeks and was pressing himself in.

Harry clutched the sheets as Snape's thick heat slowly spread him open and pressed in deep. It was so hot and it warmed up Harry�s insides as it filled him up. Snape's black clad arms appeared on either side of him as he drove himself in all of the way. He began to fuck Harry slowly, breathing like a dragon on Harry�s neck. Harry rose up against him, pressing back against his heat.

God, Snape was so fucking huge. He was twice dream-Ginny's size and seemed to fill every inch of his insides. Snape suddenly stopped and Harry wiggled desperately, trying to rescue his cock which was trapped between his belly and the bed.

"Move, damn you! Move! I need to come!"

Snape obeyed and thrust harder and faster. It felt good, although he wasn't hitting the spot like last time. The teasing glances weren't enough and his cock was trapped all wrong. "Please, I can't come like this," he breathed, trying to push himself up on his hands.

Snape's body jerked and he gasped as he came. Harry sobbed in frustration; he was so close but yet so far. Finally, just when he thought Snape was going to hold him like that forever, Snape slowly pulled out and flipped him over. He swooped down on Harry like a bat; his hot mouth closing over a nipple as his fingers curled around Harry's much neglected prick.

Harry howled with pleasure and fucked Snape's fingers as all the heat in his body rushed to his prick and his balls tightened as they became so ready to burst, they were painful. Snape's teeth closed around Harry's swollen nipple and he shouted as he came, his cock a fountain of come that sprayed until all the liquid had drained from his body. His dick finally satiated, Harry turned on his side and pressed his back against Snape's body. Snape's arm remained over Harry�s hip and his heavy breaths warmed the back of Harry�s neck. Harry closed his eyes and tried to melt into his warmth.

He wondered if it always felt like this after you orgasmed with another person. He felt so close to Snape, so connected as if there were an invisible bond that twined their lives together. He felt calm and relaxed as if he knew Snape would protect him. He wondered if Snape felt the connection too. He desperately wanted to speak, but he was afraid the Death Eater would move away if he did, so he held out as long as he could before talking.

"I liked the other position better."

Harry felt a stab of loss as Snape removed his hand and turned on his back. "So I gathered." He cleaned them both with Scourgify, then rebuttoned himself.

"Wait." He knew Snape was about to leave but didn't want him to go. He rolled over onto his other side and pressed back against Snape who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He spoke softly so the Death Eater would have to remain in bed to hear. "What d'you give me?"

"A mild aphrodisiac, a muscle relaxant, and a Muggle drug that is designed to increase enjoyment of tactile sensation and provide temporary euphoria."

"Tactile?" Harry breathed in the smell of Snape's robes.

"You enjoy touching things." Snape escaped from the bed and Harry lay in the warm spot left by his body. The Death Eater moved over to the table and tapped his wand, muttering under his breath. A drink appeared and he carried it over to the bed. He touched Harry�s arm to help him sit up and Harry pretended that his limbs were like cooked spaghetti so that Snape would be forced to put his arms around him as he propped Harry up against the wall.

"Drink this." He pressed the cup to Harry's lips. Harry reached out to take it, stroking Snape�s fingers with his own as he did so. It was orange juice.

"More potions?" He drank it anyway. He trusted Snape.

"No, it helps to prevent adverse reactions." Snape stood up to leave.

"Was that time good?"

Snape's eyebrows drew in towards the black line between them. "Excuse me?"

"You said that we'd have to do it again if I messed up."

Snape shook his head and took the empty cup back from Harry. "No, it was satisfactory." He left and Harry watched him until he was out of sight.

[[ One of the things I hate most in fanfiction is when they create a very powerful spell or magical item, etc, but don�t properly explain why it wasn�t used in book/movie. I know some of you are probably thinking, �these cuffs seem too good to be true,� and I want to assure you that there is more to it than what has been stated so far. ]]
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