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A Most Trusted Soldier	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 58683 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-A Most Trusted Soldier
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
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- 7-7
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
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- 21-21
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- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-Author's Note: update
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Severus entered the kitchen to find Harry standing at the counter munching on grapes out of one hand, while the other used a spatula to flip what appeared to be nicely browned French toast. He walked over to the kitchen table on which sat two place settings, a glass pitcher of orange juice, a teapot, and a bowl of pre-cut bite-sized pieces of fruit. Severus paused, unsure of whether he should sit or help Harry, who had yet to acknowledge his presence, finish preparing breakfast.
Severus cleared his throat loudly to get Harry�s attention.
�Would you like help?� he asked, absolutely refusing to fidget when Harry beamed at him with that genuine, innocent smile that Severus loved.
Harry told him no and motioned for Severus to have a seat.
�Coffee?� Harry asked, walking over to remove two mugs from the cabinet above the Muggle appliance Severus had yet to learn to operate?
�Yes, please.�
Once they both had their steaming cups of coffee, Harry piled both their plates with breakfast, which consisted of rhubarb French toast, scrambled eggs, thick-cut ham, and a quite in-season variety of fruits. They both tucked in without a word passing between them, ravished from three days of barely eating despite expending dangerous levels of energy and magic.
After several minutes where the only sounds were those of consumption, Harry reached over and lay a hand on Severus� thigh, forcing the older wizard to look up from his food, at which Severus had been staring for the past five minutes without eating.
�Something is bothering you? Care to share?� Harry asked.
�Why?�
�Why what?�
�You healed my surface injuries,� Severus stated, his deep baritone voice thick with disapproval.
�I don�t understand. I�I thought�I didn�t want you to see yourself like that,� Harry replied.
�You were wrong,� Severus said dryly, though Harry could tell the man was upset and trying very hard not to be overly demonstrative of the fact. �I wanted them�very much. You took them thinking only of how it made you feel to see me like that, giving no thought to what I may have wanted.�
�Oh�Oh!� Harry exclaimed smacking himself on the forehead with his palm. �You earned them and I�by healing them I sort of erased the evidence of what you had endured. I�m sorry, Severus. This is still� new.�
Severus believed the sincerity of Harry�s apology. He grabbed the hand that rested on his thigh and brought it up to his face, rubbing his cheek into Harry�s open palm.
�Thank you. For the apology that is. I know I never said anything about it, but there wasn�t exactly time to given the chaotic way we entered into things. I am glad you understand though, without forcing me to explain why my marks are so important to me,� Severus said, turning his face in order to plant a kiss on Harry�s palm. �I just wanted to bear them proudly�for you. They were the proof that I am capable of being what you need. My marks would have been something I could look at in the ensuing days with pride in myself. It may seem extreme but I ask that you never heal me beyond what is sufficient to keep me protected from infection and able to be ambulatory without excruciating pain.�
Harry simply nodded, delighting in the petal soft skin of his sub�s face as Severus continued to nuzzle into his palm like a big house-cat.
�Your face is so soft. Do you use something on it?� he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Severus� ear and feeding him a bite of mango.
Severus snorted around the bite of fruit, chewing and swallowing before he replied.
�Nothing but the skin-roasting steam from cauldrons.�
Harry chuckled and rubbed his knuckles across the apple of his mate�s cheek again, �Well it seems potion making is useful to me after all.�
�Stay your tongue, brat. Potions is an intricate, delicate art the likes of which someone with your hamfisted nature could never hope to master,� Severus replied snottily, though his smirk took the sting out of the jab.
Harry just laughed and began clearing away the dishes. Once the kitchen was cleaned they both went out for a walk around the grounds. Harry explained that he had missed being outdoors and needed a lot of sun and organic material around him to recharge after breeding.
They walked in silence for almost a half hour, each one lost in thought and enjoying the fresh morning air, heavy with the scent of living, blossoming things. Having made almost a full circle around the main grounds, Harry paused when they reached the garden.
�Gonna have to do some catching up out here. Looks like crab grass is trying to invade,� he said, kneeling down into what looked like a row of chives.
�Hmm, perhaps tomorrow. I think today we should�er, talk,� Severus said giving Harry a pointed look.
�Okay,� said Harry, standing up from the dirt so that they could return to the house.
Once back inside they both took one look at the parlor and began repairing as much as they could by magic. After banishing the ruins of the fern stand and making a note to replace the sofa, they chose to sit close together on the floor near the stairs, their backs braced on the wall for comfort.
�I�d very much like to finalize the terms of our relationship, Harry,� Severus began. �Now that breeding is over and we can both think a little more clearly about things, I think now would be a good time to discuss our expectations and come to an accord.�
�Yes. I was actually thinking the same thing but I didn�t know if you�d be too tired to engage in what may be a lengthy discussion today,� Harry said.
They both summoned parchments on which they had each written previously and Harry conjured a blank piece on which they would write the final terms.
�I don�t think this discussion will be as lengthy as you assume, Harry. I have very little in the way of restrictions, though there are some, but I do have a short but important list of requisites,� Severus said.
Harry motioned for him to continue.
�I�ll begin with restrictions. They are: no burning or play that includes flame or intense heat of any sort; no child play�I refuse to even simulate pedophilia; no play in front of others unless mutually agreed upon; I also ask that you never allow others to play with me, I am not a toy; lastly, no public humiliation.�
�I�d never humiliate you in public or private, Severus. I don�t get off on it at all,� Harry stated seriously, a frown marring his features.
�I realize that, but I just think whether we think the other person may or may not do something, we should express it verbally as we negotiate,� Severus replied.
�Very well. Your needs, then?�
Severus shuffled his parchments around before handing one off to Harry.
1. To be useful, productive, and needed in the eyes of my dom.

2. To be taken and used sexually to the benefit and pleasure of my dom, with or without notice, bearing in mind that I have the right to use my safeword or to ask my dom to withhold his own gratification until a more mutually appealing time.

3. To earn the unequivocal love and loyalty of my chosen dom, at which time he will gift me with his brand.

4. A once monthly �off� day wherein all D/s roles are suspended.

5. The right to continue my professional life without influence of the D/s relationship.

6. The absolute right of refusal if I feel my life (or that of my offspring or dom) will be unduly jeopardized by a course of action.

7. Physical reprimand at my dom�s discretion.
Harry read and reread the list.
�Physical reprimand? You�you want me to hit you?� Harry asked in disbelief.
�Harry, physical reprimand can come in many forms. I trust you to understand the meaning of the word discretion. It means you choose what punishment fits what offense. I don�t think you will abuse me, in fact I know it. You haven�t it in you. However, I �need the physicality. One of the reasons I like men so much I think is the combination of strength and masculinity, a touch of risk if you will,� Severus explained. �You know I am not an easy man. Then it stands to reason that I will not be a wallflower as a sub. I push� hard, sometimes too hard. I know this, so I expect my dom to push back.�
�I see. And the brand? I told you before, no mark,� Harry said sternly.
�Yes, you did. Yet, I expect that by the time you feel comfortable with your Amoral nature and your role as dominant, you won�t feel near so uncomfortable with this situation. Besides, I will have to earn it. It could take years,� Severus said with a smirk.
�But��
�Harry, listen. You are not Voldemort and I am not asking for another dark mark. The mark can be any design and contain or omit any magic you like. It�s YOUR mark.�
Harry bowed his head in thought for a moment before he nodded in agreement. Despite it all Harry was amused at how easily Severus could break through his resolve. He shook his head and let out a little laugh.

�Alright, I agree to adhere to your requirements. Now mine,� Harry said, reaching for his journal.

�You will eat, drink, dress, and sleep to your own comfort unless I ask otherwise. You will not crawl, beg, kneel, nor otherwise debase yourself for the entertainment of others unless by your own desire. You will not have other partners unless mutually agreed upon. You will retain all monies and other compensation you gain from your professional endeavors. God knows I�ve got enough bloody money.
�You will provide me with offspring at MY choosing, no going off that contraceptive until I agree, Severus. If we have children, we will not raise them as dom and sub. We will parent equally, with me as head of house since my nature will not allow otherwise. What we choose to do in the privacy of our bedchamber is another matter, but as parents we will not display those characteristics in front of our kids.
�You will present yourself as my lover in public and never as my sub, though you may defer to my decisions. The last thing either of us needs is for the Daily Prophet to start printing every detail of our relationship. It�ll be tricky enough reining in my nature enough to keep other Dark Sought at bay, never mind the run of the mill suitors.
�You will eat your pride and use your safe word if needed. Finally, you will never� and I mean NEVER� bait me to harm you. If you need something or want something from me you will ask me for �time�, then we will suspend roles and discuss it as equals.�
�I agree,� Severus said with a slight incline of his head.
The rest of the morning was spent drafting their contract, which aside from their own personal stipulations was fairly standard and allowed for quite an open field for them to explore and craft the day-to-day details of their relationship going forward. Harry had been adamant about leaving it thus, as he was still learning a great deal about his magical inheritance as well as what it meant to be in a dominant and submissive relationship. Who knew what he would discover in the ensuing days, months and years about his own needs? Furthermore, Severus had not been in a committed relationship for over a decade; and having never fully indulged his submissive side he also needed room in the contract for his own needs and desires to grow.
They also allowed room for either to end their liaison with the understanding that any children would remain in their joint custody, a proviso that pleased Severus greatly. Merlin forbid Harry ever grew tired of him, but if the unthinkable occurred he had no desire to be pushed out of his children�s lives.
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The days turned into weeks, which turned into months and before long Severus and Harry had been together just over a year. The transition from reluctant partners to fully committed lovers, despite their unconventional ways, had been rather smooth. Though there were some growing pains.
Shortly after the breeding cycle Harry had begun plying Severus with gifts, both grand and small. Within days of their full recovery from their exertions, Severus would wake in the morning to find a small trinket or gift in the spot where Harry should have been. It was the same spot where the box containing the robe had been. They began in the vein of small romantic gestures. Imported, handmade truffles containing some exotic spice or liqueur, a bundle of some hard to find herbs or a vial of some expensive ingredient that Severus would no doubt find useful, a short, cheery letter written in Harry�s untidy scrawl pinned to a freshly picked flower from the grounds. Severus might have laughed if it weren�t so maddeningly flattering. It seemed that Harry was courting him.
Severus was very amused in the beginning and enjoyed waking up to a new gift each day. Nonetheless, when the chocolate-brown dragonhide apron, with its repellant properties and Harry�s own protective spells woven into the material appeared, Severus felt enough was enough. Perhaps, he thought, Harry felt a resurgence of guilt about having used Severus� body so thoroughly during breeding. Maybe the young dom was making an extra effort to assure his sub that he didn�t think of him as a common whore. Pure twaddle Severus griped in is own mind as he sought out Harry to set the Amoral straight.
�Potter, what is the meaning of this?� Severus asked, holding the apron out with one hand like it was a soiled nappy that had been left on his desk.
Never let it be said the Severus Snape had gone irrevocably soft. The man could still spit words hot as nails when he was hacked off, which Harry could still manage quite spectacularly.
�An apron,� Harry said warily, his body tensing as he waited for Severus to speak. Whenever Severus deigned to call him �Potter� Harry knew things were going to get messy.
A fed up Severus stood glaring at Harry, his arms folded across his chest, the apron draped between his crossed forearms. It really is nicely crafted.
�In case you missed it, I�m a sure thing. So I fail to see why you are spending your money on extravagant gifts that are not necessary. Do I look like some simpering witch, or better yet some layabout looking for a keeper?�
Harry looked at the glower of confusion etched into Severus� face and broke out into a grin, which only caused Severus to give him an indignant huff.
�Calm down, Sev. It..well� Look! I have to do it alright!� Harry exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. �I woke up last week and the first thing I wanted to do was buy you something. So, I started small. Chocolate. I remembered you liked chocolate. Yet, everyday I just kept wanting to buy more, bigger� for you. It was a singular thought everyday and wouldn�t stop until I did something about it. So I asked Hermione.�
Severus couldn�t stop the derisive, �Of course. Granger and her ten ton brain.�
�Well, that brain reckons it�s my heritage taking over. I am doting on you not because I think you are some kind of fair maiden or something. I know how much you hate fuss, but my instincts are screaming at me to not only take care of my mate but to also praise and reward you for breeding,� Harry finished, a little dejected, afraid of how Severus would react at the information. He liked buying Severus things, even if the catalyst for him doing so had been the Amoral heritage settling in on him. He�d never had a lot growing up, and he was sure based on observation and the snippets Severus had told him of his own life that the older man had little experience in this area as well.
�Very well. If you must,� Severus said softly, his ire cooled, before he turned and began marching off towards the cellar, the apron being tied on as he walked. When he reached the door that led off to the cellar stairs he paused to add, �Merlin only knows what your instincts will have you lavish upon me when I am finally with child. However, if you buy me anything lacy, pink, noisy, or that needs to be watered, walked, or fed regularly for an extended period of time I�ll place an impotency hex on your bits.�
Harry just stood and watched him go, a wide, cheek-splitting smile on his face, glad that once again Severus had accepted him whole.
To date Severus had been gifted with a set of monogrammed, hand blown glass measuring instruments made special for him at Harry�s request by some famed glassblower in Australia; a rare, ever-blooming orchid developed by an herbologist friend of Neville�s who lived in Hawaii; a crystal inkpot and eagle quill set; brand new teaching robes; a previously owned but still near pristine first edition copy of Potions of the Ancient World; and Severus had been added to the wards with full permissions. That had been the best gift of all in Severus� opinion and he had wasted no time showing Harry over the course of several sweaty hours just how much the gesture meant to him.
Harry had also taken him to some of the best restaurants around Europe; and there had been that weekend getaway to Aruba. Severus had never seen so much sand. With any luck he�d never have to again. Still, snorkeling had been interesting. And so went their courting period as it had become known between them.
By the start of the fall term at Hogwarts the two men had settled into a comfortable domestic routine that suited them both equally. Severus still taught Potions but had given up his role as Slytherin head of house so that he would be free to Floo back to their home every evening. Harry had attempted a half-hearted protest at the decision but Severus had gently reminded him that his professional life was his own, putting an end to the argument before it began. Harry had quickly ceased feeling bad about the decision because he secretly enjoyed the idea of having a lover rushing home to tend his needs and share his bed. It still made Harry�s dick hard each time he witnessed the tall man emerge from the fireplace, his demeanor shifting seamlessly from stern professor to doting, eager-to-please (for Severus) submissive mate.
Despite being the dominant, Harry, being a homebody and rather averse to the attention he got in the wizarding public, took on most of the household chores. He prepared all their meals, except those for special occasions. Birthdays, holidays, small parties for whatever, had all been commandeered by Severus, who would turn Harry into a virtual errand boy fetching whatever the professor asked for to complete the hosting.
Over the past year Harry had come fully into his Amoral inheritance and Severus had learned quite a bit through study and observation of his young dom. Harry had an even greater need to be outdoors since his magical inheritance was unleashed and took to taking several long walks around the vast grounds daily, even in inclement weather. Together they had discovered that Harry could control the pheromone at will. It was a lot like Occlumency, which thankfully Harry had finally mastered. Harry simply envisioned his scent evaporating like mist and it became virtually undetectable. Severus had to push his face into the pit of Harry�s arm to get a hint of the pheromone when Harry was dampening. This prompted Severus to ask Harry to never dampen when they were home, all the while snuggling and sniffing him like a puppy searching out a morsel of kibble.
The younger wizard had shown no signs of telepathic ability but something told Severus that Harry may share such a connection with his children, as any offspring would carry the genetic markers for Amoral magic if not the full inheritance.
Surprisingly Harry was now only about ten percent more powerful magically, but he had acquired quite a bit more physical strength and Severus swore the younger man had gained two inches in height. Harry could not really dispute it as his head now reached just under Severus� eyes. He would never be as tall as his lover, but between the physical labor of remodeling the house and tending the grounds, his twice weekly Muggle kickboxing class, and his bi-weekly Quidditch game at the Burrow Harry�s body left little to be desired. He was golden even in the winter, his skin carrying a year-round healthy glow. Severus loved to caress that sun-kissed complexion while he leisurely bathed Harry, as he did most nights, the bathroom lit only by the warm flicker of candlelight.
In the time they had been together they had only spent one night in separate beds. Harry had to travel to Madrid to deliver a speech about cross-governmental intelligence sharing in front of the International Confederation of Wizards at their annual conference. The conference was taking place at the start of winter term and Severus could not take time away from his teaching duties at the start of a term to travel with Harry.
Beginning the week prior to the conference Severus had begun throwing a small fit, which for Severus meant clamping shut like an irritated oyster, scowling at Harry every chance he got, and attempting to use Argyle in a potion. Poor owl refused to even be in the same room with the dour wizard these days. Harry had attempted to ignore the behavior, but after three days of silent, uninspired lovemaking he had to confront the tetchy wizard.
The afternoon before he was to depart for the conference Harry went to speak to Severus. He found his sub in the kitchen maiming a nectarine.
�You�re angry, Severus. I want to know why,� Harry asked, gingerly removing the knife from Severus� hand, which was dripping with fruit juice.
Severus just scowled and attempted to walk away. Harry tugged on his arm. �I said I want to know what the fuck�s your problem!�
Harry�s hand was digging into Severus arm so hard the taller man swore he could feel the younger man�s fingertips on the bone.
�Well, I suppose what you want is all that matters! I shall endeavor to be less of a nuisance, master,� Severus spat, bowing his head in mock subservience.
His face twisted in a cruel smile, fully aware that he had just done the equivalent of a preemptive strike. It was all rather sarcastic and amusing to Severus until he saw the glowing ring of amber appear around Harry�s eyes.
Harry�s retribution was swift and Severus could not be sure the younger man would not kill him on the spot his fury was so great. Harry snatched Severus by the hair, forcing his head back and bringing the older man down to his knees roughly.
Harry�s mouth was set in a hard line. Those full lips barely visible around bared teeth. Then in a deadly, ice-cold, sibilant whisper that chilled Severus� blood, Harry spoke directly into his ear, �You ever call me master again and I swear on my dead mother�s soul that I will grind the bones in those nimble fingers of yours to dust. Never, Severus. Never contort your lips to cast me in that role. �
The younger man had then shoved Severus away like he was poison, gathered his belongings for the trip and left a day early for Madrid without so much as a �fuck off�. Harry should have been gone two full nights but Severus had done what everyone who knew the old him would have said was as impossible as Longbottom brewing Polyjuice while blindfolded. He had shown up in Madrid to apologize.
Severus had asked Minerva to allow him two days off, despite it being the beginning of term. It was granted in return for him agreeing to supervise all her detentions for a month. Minerva, like Albus, had a Slytherin core beneath all that Gryffindor padding. He made it to the conference hall just as Harry�s speech was winding up.
That night, after he had taken a seriously angry series of smacks to his wet ass while in the shower, Severus had been forgiven. Later, with the sounds and scent of the Spanish city filtering into their hotel room window, Severus lay flat as a board on his belly, his thighs close together, while Harry worked him. His dom�s cock was like a piston as Harry moved in and out of Severus� compressed, narrowed passage. They moved as one, but spoke as two. Severus panting out his remorse in lust filled exclamations; Harry grunting and moaning reprimands as he inched deeper and deeper into his sub.
Their relationship, while comfortable, was indeed strange. Even they could admit it. Yet, they lost no sleep because they didn�t fit perfectly into some definition. They had caused no end of curiosity and speculation once their unexpected relationship finally became fodder for the gossip columns. With a little help they had managed to keep their relationship private far longer than either thought possible. Hermione�s ever growing collection of sordid facts about the personal lives of various news reporters seemed able to still quills faster than magic.
Their �outing� as it were, had been carefully scripted. They had been together almost nine months when they decided to attend the Ministry Spring Equinox ball as a couple. They were careful to remain arm-in-arm for most of the night, dancing together, eating off each other�s plates�all very carefree as though they were merely window shopping. They ignored the curious stares and the murmurs of disbelief each time they moved past someone to whom one of them had introduced the other as their �partner�.
Severus could have almost wet himself with pleasure when Ginevra Smith (nee Weasley) had gone beet red and stormed from the ballroom, her lanky, two-timing husband Zacharias jogging after her in concern. The entire evening had passed with them purposely ignoring the baffled excitement and chatter of controversy surrounding them, taking great care to present the image they wanted no matter what the scandalmongers wanted. It was a complete success. Almost.
The only hiccup came when Oliver Wood, retired Quidditch star cum sports announcer, made a none-too-subtle pass at Harry. Severus watched as Oliver placed a hand on the small of Harry�s back, before he leaned in just a little too close to be old school chums and whispered something Severus couldn�t quite hear as he approached. However, the embarrassed blush that crept up Harry�s neck from beneath his robe collar told Severus all he needed to know.
The chandeliers had begun to shake and Oliver had begun to choke on his own saliva, but before Severus could make a full scene Harry had them both out the door and to an Apparition point. His jealousy, while not a feature he was particularly proud of, had served him well that night.
When they got home Harry had been livid that Severus almost brought thirty antique crystal chandeliers down on innocent bystanders. Not only had Severus been quite expertly and sufficiently cowed under his dom�s firm, rough hands, but it was the first night Harry had ever bound him using anything aside from his own physical strength. Severus had spent six hours with his limbs extended out like an �X� between two columns in the basement, his ankles and wrists chained as far away from his body as he could possible reach, stretching his body taught as a harp string.
Harry did not strike him beyond the initial blows necessary to calm Severus� jealous rage, but by the end of the six hours Severus almost wished Harry had. Instead of corporal punishment Harry preferred to instruct through words alone. A form of psychological torture so effective Severus could have cried as Harry spun a verbal noose with which to hang him. Softly spoken words of endearment, sweet breathy confessions about wet dreams, quotes from love poems, descriptions of ways in which he desired Severus, compliments too specific to be ignored, convincing promises uttered while Harry stroked the blunt tip of a finger through the trail of sweat making its way down Severus� spine to disappear into the crease of his ass. All things said to placate an infuriated sub, to remind Severus just how much he stood to lose if he chose to follow his darkest thoughts.
After hours of torturing Severus� heart and mind with solicitous statements, punctuated by tender, heart-felt caresses, the young dom struck the final blow. When Harry lowered a penitent Severus from his binds the older wizard dropped to his knees, exhausted and emotionally disarranged. Despite the ache in his arms and legs, Severus wanted nothing more than to show his contrition, to please Harry and remove all doubt that his lesson had been learned well this night. He wanted desperately to feel close to his lover, to renew their physical bond once more. Yet as he began peppering the zippered front of Harry�s trousers with kisses and nuzzling his face into the semi-erect bulge hidden beneath the rough material, his dom pushed him away, choosing instead to take up the job himself, undressing and stroking himself to full mast.
As Harry neared his climax Severus once more scrambled close in an effort to quench the thirst that had built from his hours strung up. He wanted to alleviate the desire he had built in the minutes he had been watching Harry�s beautiful, rock-hard cock, glistening with the moisture of pre-cum and lubricant, play peek-a-boo from within the circle of Harry�s palm. He was so close and all he had to do was open his mouth and angle his face into position, but he couldn�t. Harry had used magic to lock his jaws together. Thus he was forced to watch his dom�s seed spill wastefully onto the dusty concrete of the cellar floor. Harry had denied him any pleasure at all. By spilling on the floor he had said without using words that until Severus could trust in �them� enough to not be jealous at the merest hint of competition, then he would not get to enjoy the taste of his dom. Severus would have to learn to think twice before losing control in such a manner in the future, especially when innocent lives were at stake.
It had been one of the most ruthless experiences Severus had experienced with a lover. Mentally crippling. Emotionally excoriating. Despite his utter shame at his behavior at the ball and the disappointment he felt at having displeased Harry, Severus was awed at the shrewd cunning his young dom had displayed. All along Severus had known he needed the type of satisfaction only physical punishment would provide. However, Harry had already seen beyond that, realizing that Severus needed to be made raw emotionally, for that was where his true growth lay. Yes, he had been a bedrock of emotional control during his life, but it came in the form of denial and stamping down. In the past, to control his emotions Severus ignored them. Only in learning to deal with his emotions, expose them, acknowledge them, and overcome them could Severus truly begin to heal.
Harry had only been a dom for nine months, but already he had discovered something about Severus that the older wizard had been loathe to admit not only he needed, but if he were honest, wanted. Severus wanted love.

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