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A Most Trusted Soldier	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 58682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-A Most Trusted Soldier
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- 27-Author's Note: update
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Thank you and fairy dust to all my reviewers. You move me to continue this story.
Note: This is a transition chapter. Not a whole lot happens, but I hope you like it anyway. Review beautiful Snarry fans!!

Everything hurt. This was the first thought that entered Severus� sleep-fogged mind as the soft glow of morning sunlight rolled over his shut eyelids. Even the roots of his hair ached. Each individual follicle felt raw and irritated, and his scalp felt as though it had been yanked completely off and haphazardly glued back to his skull. Well what else do you expect when you let your lover use your tresses for a leash or leverage, Severus thought through drowsiness.
Curled into a fetal position facing the window, Severus grimaced and burrowed his face into the pillow, desperately wishing that Harry�s bed had a canopy with opaque curtains that he could draw closed to block out the wretched sun. Instead, Harry had opted for an attractive piece of contemporary furniture, which paired surprisingly well with the otherwise rustic d�cor of the farmhouse. The bed, covered in all white, was a large, mahogany platform. The mattress was firm but not so much that it was uncomfortable. At this moment Severus could think of no other place that would be more comfortable. He stretched his body beneath the super-plush down comforter, silently congratulating himself on surviving a sexual marathon that surely would have killed a Muggle. Normally Severus liked silk bedding, but he had to admit as he curled and released his toes that Egyptian cotton not only felt good against his tender skin, but it was also ideal for absorbing sweat and other bodily fluid. A fact that he had become acutely aware over the ensuing three days, as he and Harry put not only the bed but also the sheets to the test.
Arching and slithering his body in the sheets like a pale eel, Severus let out a large yawn and rolled away from the window, thinking fuzzily that he would encounter the solid, warm form of his lover on the other side of the bed. But there was no Harry. Instead he came face to face with a large box wrapped in deep burgundy paper and adorned with a sparkling, silver bow. Severus smiled.
He pushed himself up into a reclining position and grabbed the package, his cheeks beginning to hurt as he tried and failed to wrestle his face into a less gleeful expression. Severus tore into the wrapping to uncover a plain, white cardboard box, of which he quickly took the top off to reveal the most stunning, elegant black robe he had ever laid his eyes upon. It wasn�t just any black either� it was pitch-black, like tar.
Severus ran his hand over the lightweight velvet, fingering the crimson, silk brocade detailing of what appeared to be small Lotus blossoms. The pattern woven into the fabric was faint and only truly appreciable when seen from a certain angle, as though a hologram.
The potions master sat there for several minutes absentmindedly stroking and petting the robe, never removing it completely from its box. He wondered what he had done to deserve such a gift. Unable to figure out what the gift could possibly be about his mind began taunting him with frighteningly plausible reasons�at least to his mind. The insecure little boy that dwelled deep down in his scarred soul assured him that this was a parting gift from his dom, whom he had no doubt disappointed most thoroughly. Never good enough, are we?
A haughty voice, which sounded an awful lot like the long deceased Lucius Malfoy intoned, �Look at yourself, Severus. Why would Potter want you when he could have virtually anyone? Fool!�
Several more reasons, each one more emasculating and critical than the one before flittered through his mind. He was so far inside himself belittling and denigrating his own worth that he failed to hear the door to the en-suite open.
Harry stood at the bottom of the bed watching his lover stare off into nothingness while those deft fingers continued to ghost over the fabric of the robe.
�Do you like it?�
Severus� glassy eyes, like black basalt, blinked a few times before he seemed to register that a voice had spoken. The older man gasped as he focused on Harry for the first time since the green-eyed Amoral had entered the room; his long fingers automatically clenching tightly around the portion of the robe that was in his hand, causing it to wrinkle a bit.
�You�re�� Severus swallowed audibly before looking down into the stark white of the sheet that covered his pelvis and legs. �I thought you�d gone,� he added quietly, the words directed at the sheet.
Harry, already dressed for the day in jeans and a thin, light brown sweater, crawled onto the bed and up until he was even with Severus. He stretched out on his side facing Severus, the box between them, before reaching over and pushing aside the ebony curtain of hair that had fallen to shield Severus from him.
�You thought I�d left you? Why?� Harry asked, unsure why after all they had done Severus would feel this way.
In reply he only received a slight headshake and a very un-Severus-like shrug.
They sat together in the pregnant silence with Severus still clutching the robe like a child�s favorite blanky, while Harry trailed his fingers up and down the downy hair on Severus� forearm. After several angst-ridden minutes, Severus broke the silence.
�Why Lotus blossoms?�
Harry didn�t answer for a few beats, as though collecting his thoughts.
�The Lotus is a symbol of rebirth and like the Lotus you too have been reborn,� Harry answered before prying Severus� fingers from the fabric and planting a kiss on each long, elegant finger.
�A new robe for a new man. Plus I ripped the robe you wore when you returned,� Harry said as he leaned across to give Severus� bare shoulder a little nip. �We�ve turned a page here, Severus. I � don�t feel the same. I mean, I�m still me, but different. Can�t you feel it?�
�Yes,� Severus said with a small smile on his face, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep. �I feel brand new, if a little banged up,� he added with a soft snort.
�How do you feel, physically I mean?� Harry asked, continuing to apply tiny, almost shy caresses to exposed parts of Severus� upper body and torso.
�Honestly? Like I�ve died,� Severus replied finally joining Harry in mutual caressing, as he trailed one hand through his lover�s soft yet thick hair.
�Ah, but was it a good death?�
�It was a beautiful death and I�d rather die by your hand than any other,� Severus said in a whisper leaning forward to capture Harry�s lips in a kiss that was far too passionate for a man who had just finished three days as a virtual concubine.
After a few additional moments of lazy kissing and petting, Severus broke the kiss and removed the robe fully from its packaging, still admiring it as though it were made of pure gold.
�It almost sounds like you are putting your life in my hands,� Harry replied.
�Humpf. My life has always been in your hands, Harry. One way or another it always came back to you,� Severus added soberly.
Harry watched in silence as his lover, his chosen primary mate for life, rose from the rumpled bedding and sauntered over to the wardrobe to manually hang the garment. Before Severus had the doors to the wardrobe opened Harry asked, �Any particular reason you are choosing to place your robe in my wardrobe, Severus?�
The older wizard cut his eyes at Harry in a way that was simply too-Slytherin for words and replied, �Why would my clothes be anywhere but in my rooms?�
They both held the stare down as long as they could before each broke out into wide grins. Severus turned back to the wardrobe, opened it and barely batted an eye when he saw all his clothes hanging there already. Who the hell needs hope, I�ve got Harry.
Shortly thereafter Harry left to make Severus some breakfast while the latter indulged in a long, solitary soak in Harry�s massive bathtub. The mere occurrence another signal that the breeding phase had indeed ended. In the prior three days Harry had not let Severus out of his sight, going so far as to even join his sub in the bathroom when Severus had to relieve himself.
The older wizard had balked momentarily when Harry insisted on accompanying him for his bowel movement. Now it was amusing, but at the time Severus had found the thought nauseating. Harry had only yanked him forcefully by the upper arm, pulled him into the bathroom, sat him on the toilet and said without embarrassment, �Take a shit, and hurry up, I�m next.� The Amoral had then turned on the tap and brushed his teeth as though it were any morning between long married spouses.
The mere thought that he had shared such an experience with Harry made his skin crawl, but it was just one of those compulsory edicts of the breeding cycle. As had been Harry�s peculiar desire to choose the food Severus consumed, but also the younger wizard�s refusal to sleep anywhere except draped full body over Severus, or with the taller man imprisoned beneath one of his muscular legs which he locked across his sub�s midriff during the rare moments in which they slept. With any luck Harry�s over-protectiveness and desire to sequester himself and his mate would abate some with time. Perhaps a few more cycles, or maybe the appearance of offspring, would see some of Harry�s more base instincts diminish.
While he soaked Severus had time to replay the previous three days over in his mind. Analytical to a fault, Severus found himself smiling like a dizzy schoolboy over a chaste kiss from his first crush when he thought back over all that had transpired.
Over the three day period that was breeding proper Severus had indeed been reborn. It seems once Harry got past his initial remorse over their obligatory battle the younger man had thrown himself into breeding with relish, reverting back to his formidable wartime demeanor. During the war everyone got to see what Harry was like when he focused intently on a single goal�frighteningly efficient. During the war the singular goal had been killing Voldemort and as many Death Eaters as humanly possible, which the young commander of the Light had done by any means necessary. Necessary means had often been defined as �whatever, whenever, however�.
For breeding Harry�s apparent goal had been to see break Severus using only his cock. If Severus had been a wild mustang by now he�d be a goddamned show horse, able to perform tricks at the behest of his master for tasty morsels and treats. Harry had commanded Severus as one would a freshly recruited soldier; penalizing every failure, which in Severus� case usually meant having his ass and balls spanked until such time as Harry decided to fuck him so hard that by the end his head lolled atop his neck like a ragdoll�s.
They had fucked on every surface that remained even remotely steady and even some that didn�t. The animated fern stand, on which Harry had failed to cancel the spell, fell victim to a particularly raunchy episode in the still demolished parlor on day two. They broke for small, light meals�which Harry insisted on making and serving to Severus in bed�lavatory needs, and the rare fifteen or twenty-minute power-nap which was often entered into by accident after they had both cum so hard they passed out from the backlash.
Breeding had indeed been comprised of variously fucking in nearly every imaginable position. The window seat had been a particularly inspiring surface upon which Harry chose to spread Severus out like a whore in a tawdry sex magazine. Good thing the house, with its tall, open windows was safely hidden behind Harry�s spells.
As the cycle moved forward Severus may have mistaken himself for a favored cum receptacle if not for the fact that on the last day, just as the sun was setting, Harry had made sweet, slow love to him. It had been profound. The furious fucking, glorious in its own way, held nothing on the moment, when for the first time in the entire three days Harry took him face-to-face, entering him gently while lavishing hot, sensual kisses upon every inch of exposed skin. The younger man sank slowly into Severus� well-used passage all the way to hilt, their bodies pressed tightly together. A small gap became visible between them only when Harry withdrew shallowly before retreating back deep inside his lover as he leisurely rocked them both towards oblivion, all the while whispering saccharine endearments into Severus� ear.
By the end of day three Severus felt he had been broken apart and put back together a thousand times. Every time he climaxed a section of the ice in which he had for so long encased his heart shattered, waves of warmth flowing inward to restart the organ and pump out the bitter, dried clots of suspicion, loneliness, and anger. Severus knew his very soul had been cracked open like an egg; the closely guarded contents slowly oozing out with each pleasure-filled gasp his lover wrested from deep within him as the younger man kissed and licked him in private, intimate places.
Severus was still amazed at the stamina Harry had shown over the course, but what amazed him more was that he kept up with the near constant copulating. It was undoubtedly due to Harry�s magic, which having recognized him as a mate instilled Severus with the ability to endure. The injection of stamina and natural healing ability seemed to come straight from Harry�s own seed, whether ingested orally or rectally.
For every ounce of magic Harry siphoned off during his own climax, Severus recouped when Harry gifted him with his essence. A circuit of magical transference that Severus suspected was unique to a mated pair and not just any sexual partner of the Amoral. Further study would be required, and the scientist in him was eager to get to the lab in the cellar to record his observations and prod his dom like the rare specimen he was. Later.
The Hogwarts professor leaned his head back along the rim of the tub, unfurling his long limbs like a mermaid that had been on dry land too long. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, savoring the warmth of the water once again spiked with a healthy dose of a mild muscle relaxant. After soaking and nearly drifting back to sleep, he forced himself to sit upright and begin washing in earnest. As he perused his skin he noticed a few marks here and there, but nothing like it should have been all things considered.
Severus was suddenly angry to the point of tears. Why had Harry healed him so extensively? He didn�t remember the first night�s healing potion ridding his body of the more visible damage from their battle. The potion would have knitted together any cuts and wounds preventing infection and mending anything broken, but it would have left the scars and bruising to heal by time.
Thinking carefully over their agreed upon terms, as they had yet to formalize a contract, Severus could have almost kicked himself. He had never told Harry not to heal him; but given the Gryffindor�s predisposition to �fix� things he should have made his wish to keep his marks known to his dom-in-training. It seems that while he was sleeping his lover�s over-active conscious had returned.
Severus exited the bath, snatched a towel off the heating rack and walked naked and dripping into the bedroom. There he dried himself and dressed in casual slacks and a cream colored polo. Time for another talk, he thought with a scowl, as he set off in search of food and his mate.

A/N: So chapter 13 is in the works, so it should be up soon. After that ***queue suspense music*** we will have a teeny, little jump in time and pick up with our fav. couple then. Toodles!!
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