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The Way of the Patronus	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Sorry, sweetie. It looks like a lost cause to me.”
Harry scowled and made another swipe. “Does this look any better?”
There was a tsk-ing sound. “Afraid not. Looks rather the same as usual, like you’ve been rolling around in wet leaves. Isn’t there any magic you could use for that?” the mirror asked.
“Any magic I try just winds up making it look artificial and weird,” Harry groused.
He brushed at his hair again and not for the first time wished he could tame it into some semblance of order. It just flung itself out every whichway and nothing could make it behave. Even the determined attentions of one Molly Weasley had been unable to make a positive change.
Maybe it wouldn’t matter. Severus was his. The bond had established that forever. But he couldn’t help but think about Severus’s other lover, his only other lover. No matter what indifference Severus felt for Lucius after the blond prat threw him off, he’d once loved the man with all the fiery passion that lay hidden in his nature.
Lucius was such a polar opposite of himself. Rich--well, of course, Harry was rich, too, thanks to his dad. But, after years of enforced poverty, he had gotten used to doing with very little. Wealth remained an abstract concept to him. He couldn’t attach any real importance to money and knew he wouldn’t wear it as well as the elder Malfoy did.
Tall, blond, sexually mature, ivory skinned and aristocratic with those arresting eyes like silver jewelry--this was the man he had to measure up to. Messy hair, tiny stature, calloused hands from all the years of playing Quidditch--that was Harry’s portion in life and he was aware how short he fell of true good looks.
He glanced down at his scrawny body and sighed. He was no object of beauty, that was for sure. Severus had assured him that he’d found Lucius’s own looks tiresome after awhile. That wasn’t the same as saying he found Harry attractive.
There was a pounding on the door. “Oi, mate! Get your arse in gear! Other people want to use the loo, you know!” Seamus yelled.
Waving his hand idly, he caused his green shirt and jeans to flow over his form. This was very advanced wordless and wandless magic and so far he’d been careful to let no one see it. He couldn’t wait to demonstrate it for Severus, though, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
The banging came again. “What the feck are you doing in there, Harry? Having a wank?”
He grimaced. The thought had occurred to him, especially with the building anticipation of the last few hours. But he wanted to save it for his bondmate and had manfully refrained. “Hold your horses! I’m coming!”
“That’s what I’m worried about!” Seamus yelled back and Harry heard the raucous laughter of others over the crude joke. Evidently a queue was forming.
He stepped out and Seamus rushed in. “Damn, Harry. I was beginning to think you’d fallen in the tub or something.”
Ron was waiting too, his eyes running up and down Harry’s getup. “Getting ready for a big date?” he smirked in low tones.
On the spur of the moment, Harry decided now was the time. “Ron, is Hermione around? She hasn’t gone off to the girls’s room, has she?”
Ron’s amusement faded in the face of Harry’s nervousness. “I think she’s in the common room finishing up her homework. She’s probably the only one who is,” he finished with a sigh.
“Good. I’ve got something I want to tell you both.”
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They went to the common room and did indeed find Hermione absorbed in a long scroll detailing the moment-by-moment stages of Transfiguration. She looked up and stopped writing at once when she saw the seriousness in the boys standing before her. “Harry?”
He murmured “Muffliato” before sitting down with Ron at the other side of him. “Hermione, Ron, I wanted to tell you…the bloke I’ve been seeing…” He bit his lip. Merlin, this was difficult, far more so than killing Voldemort had been. “It’s Snape.”
Hermione smiled and nodded, that smug, knowing expression he’d seen before flitting through her eyes. Ron however appeared so stunned by the news Harry was surprised he didn’t fall off his chair.
“Whuh…”
“That’s wonderful, Harry. Has it been going on for long?”
“Snape? As in…Professor Snape?” Ron babbled.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. “You know another Snape, Ron? So how long, Harry?”
He squirmed. “Well, since my second Occlumency lesson this year.” He proceeded to outline the particulars of the bond and how it had enabled them to destroy Voldemort.
“SNAPE?!? This…second lesson?” Ron asked wildly. “That was …the glowing and stuff?” It was clear his mate was having trouble filling in the blanks in his story.
After her initial satisfaction, Hermione was rather solemn. “Harry, you have been careful, haven’t you? You’re still underage and Professor Snape is a teacher. Dumbledore protects him, of course. But it wouldn’t look good for people to know the Headmaster condoned this sort of thing. They’d be worried about their own children.”
“We’ve been very careful, Hermione. No one knows about the two of us ‘cept Dumbledore and you two.”
Ron was the red of a ripened tomato. His mouth worked silently until he looked like a frog swallowing worms.
“Harry, mate,” he squeaked. “This is Snape we’re talking about. The greasy git who’s been picking on you from day one, the bloke who’s been giving you so many detentions you’ve spent more time in his office than out of it, the Slytherin who’s got such a bug up his arse about Gryffindors he spits flies every time he coughs!”
“Ron, obviously things have changed. Harry’s grown up and maybe Professor Snape has a little, too.”
Harry ventured, “You don’t seem too surprised, Hermione.”
She grinned at Harry. “I knew there was something going on given the way he was ignoring you in classes and the fact that he never assigned you detention after those times you landed him in the hospital wing.”
“Harry, you can’t be serious! The bloke’s old enough to be your father. Shit, he went to school with your father! Even Malfoy would be better!”
It was Harry’s turn to gape. “Ron, you must be mental! Whatever Snape has done, he’s never tried to hurt me or get me into trouble the way Draco has.”
“Okay, maybe the ferret’s a bad example. But, blimey, Snape…” He ran his hand through his hair, messing the red mop completely until it looked as unruly as Harry’s.
Harry bit back an impatient sigh as he tried to make his best mate understand. “Look, I’m not denying he’s been an arsehole. But he’s been looking out for me since he stopped Quirrell from pitching me off my broom during my first Quidditch match. He’s a good man underneath all his snark. He’s never pulled any punches with me, he forces me to be the best I can be and he kisses like…” He trailed off, seeing how green Ron was getting.
“Merlin, that’s more than I want to know, Harry,” Ron whispered. His eyes were glazed as though seeing his friend in various sordid positions with the hated Slytherin.
“Ron, will you grow up already?” Hermione hissed. “We’re Harry’s best friends but it couldn’t have been easy for him to tell us. Are you going to let him down now and make him wish you didn’t know?”
Ron swallowed hard and looked between the faces of his best mate and would-be girlfriend. Hermione had her chin up in the air, silently promising him death if he didn’t go along with this. Harry looked miserable but hopeful and defiant. The redhead shuffled his feet and let out a windy sigh.
“Well, as long as we don’t see you snogging him in the halls, I guess I can live with it.”
A tense band eased around Harry’s chest. This was more or less the warning Ron had given when he’d thought Harry was sweet on Ginny. The fact that his mate was placing this new affair with Severus in such an ordinary context was very encouraging. He just hoped the bloke didn’t expect him to break the news to Ginny…
He stood up. “Thanks for understanding, you two. I’ve, uh, got to go.”
Ron frowned, taken aback by Harry’s sudden dismissal. “Go where?”
Hermione patted Harry on the arm. “Have fun, Harry. Just make it back before breakfast, okay?”
Harry winked at her. “No promises, Hermione.”
The truth suddenly hit. “Merlin, mate! You’re going to see him now?”
Harry shrugged. “Why not? Severus told me not to be late. And you know how he hates to be kept waiting,” he grinned.
Just before donning his Invisibility Cloak, he heard Ron mutter, “Shit, he’s calling him Severus now” even as Hermione shook her head and pulled her homework towards her again.
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He had barely knocked on Severus’s door before it was yanked open. He didn’t need to see the passion glittering in the Slytherin’s black gaze; Harry had felt his bondmate’s yearning tugging at him with ever-stronger cords with each step towards the dungeons.
He was pleasantly surprised to see what the older man was wearing. Divested of his usual enveloping cloak and monastic, multi-buttoned robes, Severus wore only a long-sleeved white shirt tied at the throat, narrow black pants and boots. The stark contrast of black and white suited him, making him look like an exquisite drawing in ink on white paper.
Narrowed eyes ran over the space where his invisible self stood. Then a long arm swept out and unerringly caught him, yanking Harry into a fierce embrace. As the door slammed behind him, Severus whispered, “Brat, you will remove this infernal garment right now or we will fuck while you’re wearing it.”
A whimper escaped before Harry could stop it. The thought of having sex, sight unseen, was a powerful one and he trembled from the force of it. When Severus released him, he let the Slytherin pull his Cloak off and toss it negligently on the nearby sofa.
“Harry, let us do this properly. Come to my bedroom.” He clasped Harry’s shaking hand and drew the Gryffindor after him.
Harry gulped and nodded. That bedroom had haunted his dreams ever since he’d seen the image of Severus naked and wanking off while thinking of him. The image seized such hold of him, he was practically panting when they reached it.
It was just as he’d envisioned: the green silk bedspread carefully folded down to the end of the mattress, the crisp white linen sheets, the dark mahogany wood of the four-poster standing like a proud prince in the middle of the space. Leather books padded almost every inch of the walls, giving it the appearance of a luxurious upholstered lounge. Candles scented with balsam were already lit and he sniffed appreciatively at them.
“Harry.” The voice was a low purr and he shivered. He turned to see those onyx eyes staring greedily at him. When slender fingers reached out to undo the fastening of his cloak, he grabbed Severus’s hands. “No. Let me. This time--I want to.”
The greed turned speculating. Severus brushed across the surface of his mind but Harry kept his thoughts firmly Occluded. He wanted to surprise Severus; he wanted to erase as much as he could the hurtful attentions of that former so-called lover and his own previous fumblings. Maybe he wasn’t as beautiful as Lucius Malfoy but he was a damned sight more thoughtful.
He stripped himself slowly, watching the shadowed eyes sweep across his skin. Merlin, it was like Severus’s fingers were tracing every inch of his flesh. His skin flushed and his heart was thundering by the time he’d reached his shoes.
When he bent over, he heard a groan. He looked up in time to catch Severus’s eyes devouring his arse, just before the man grabbed him around the waist and flung him to the bed.
“Sev--” That was all there was time for before those lips descended to capture his. The long cock ground against Harry while one knee pressed insistently between his legs. They rocked together, Severus’s hands pinioned around his hips, drawing Harry in a relentless back-and-forth movement over his thigh.
Harry pulled back to gasp, “Sev…oh, please… I want--” He mewled and scrabbled at the bed sheets when the leg changed direction and force, the angle drawing Severus’s knee against the back of his balls.
“This isn’t just about what you want, insolent whelp,” Severus growled.
“But…you’re still dressed…please! Stop!” Harry begged.
And Severus did. Abruptly, he dropped Harry to the bed and moved away across the mattress. The sudden separation, the cold air gaping between them, was nothing compared to the glacial gelling in the ebony eyes.
“I am to be at your beck and call, is that it, Potter?”
“No! It’s just…you were moving so fast and I wanted to…I just wanted it to last longer. Not like the other times,” Harry finished in a small voice.
Severus grunted but his face softened slightly. He made no attempt to close the distance between them, only watched his partner steadily. Harry took a deep breath and concentrated.
The older man’s eyes widened as magic sparked in the air and brushed against him. His clothes melted off him like snow, flowed over the bed in winding threads and coalesced into a solid and evidently undamaged heap on the floor.
“Merlin,” he whispered. “How did you do that?”
“Just a spell I’ve been practicing. I’ve been getting better at wordless magic.” He grinned and reached out towards Severus. “Now where were we?”
Severus didn’t move. Awe seemed to be struggling against fear and Harry quailed inside. Severus had never been afraid of him before, even when others had suspected him of petrifying students. Then the Potions master drew back and enfolded him in his arms again. Joy sang through Harry as their hands flew over each other, silent instruction leaping through the bond.
Severus panted as he guided Harry’s movements. The lad was still mostly inexpert in the ways of pleasing. But these were lessons he was willing to teach and the Gryffindor picked up things very quickly.
That lithe body was so appealing and Severus had barely begun to explore its wonders. Harry hadn’t shown any inclination or hurry to be in the dominant position this time and Severus wondered what it would be like to be encased in that molten flesh, to feel Harry’s body clenched around his own. Lucius had never let him do it but Severus had experimented with other sex partners on distant occasions and knew topping was something he enjoyed.
He rolled over, half-pinning Harry beneath him. A hard hand roamed over the throat and down the heaving torso. To his surprise, he felt the faint trace of hair over Harry’s chest. A curly nest of black pubic hair graced the cock and under Harry’s arms. But this was the first time he’d felt hair elsewhere. This was truly a young man he held in his arms--a child no longer.
Pinching the nipples caused Harry to gasp, the body jumping a little under his. So Severus pinched, pulled and rubbed, hungrily watching as Harry arched his back, his eyes glazing, mouth widening in a mewling cry.
The cock was the next to meet his attentions as he skillfully cupped his hand around it. He played it like an instrument, drawing out the touches and moving his hand to different places on the shaft and weeping arrowed head until Harry was thrashing beneath him.
“Gah, Merlin, so…yes, just there, that spot, don’t…” Whatever Harry had to say was shut off as Severus kissed him ruthlessly, sealing off his breath and his voice.
Severus had figured out how this worked now. He had to obey a directly spoken or wordless command. But, if he could keep Harry off balance and too dizzy to formulate a clear thought, the adolescent could not give him any orders. He had his own plans for what he wanted and Severus wasn’t going to be denied.
The balls were juggled and squeezed in one hand while the other tilted up Harry’s head for more breath-sucking kisses. When a narrow finger rubbed at the flesh directly behind his balls, Harry’s whole body seized up, his legs flopping in the bed.
Severus smiled secretly and pushed one finger against the rosebud nestled there. Harry stiffened at once but he didn’t notice. Yes, the lad was so hot there and Severus kissed him roughly, shutting off whatever protest he might have to say. He thrust in the fingertip in a smooth glide--
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--and found himself at the edge of bed, retching. There was an acrid taste in his mouth and terror was a stark presence shrieking in his mind, leaving his stomach roiling. His breath came in ugly gulping rasps that did nothing to ease his nausea.
Severus fastened bleary eyes on his bondmate. Harry was curled in a fetal ball, rocking mindlessly. He had seen such behaviour before…just after the first time they’d engaged in sex.
Slivers of his lover’s memories ripped through Severus’s mind. That vile monster had been with Harry more than once, picking moments when his wife had been away with their overfed pig of a son. Penetration had gained an evil connotation in Harry’s mind, so much so that he couldn’t bear any kind of touch there.
Harry’s dread tore at Severus with hippogriff claws, so fiercely it was all he could do to remain in the room. Using every ounce of inner strength he possessed, Severus thrust against the foreign panic in his mind, drove it as far away as possible, while he inched slowly back towards his distraught lover.
“Harry, I’m sorry.” No response. “Harry, you know I would never hurt you,” he whispered, his voice as low and unthreatening as he could make it.
The fear was still strong, thickening his tongue and causing his stomach to lurch and roll. Breathing slowly to calm his own racing heart, Severus worked at sending relief and reassurance through the bond. An eternity passed until the shivering of his bondmate eased, until the head lifted to show him the chalky face and staring green eyes. Harry’s face was taut with stretched lines, his lower lip trembling like he was choking back tears.
A pit opened in Severus’s chest. He hated that look, hated that he had put it there, and barely held back a sob as he forced his voice to keep to its hypnotic calm.
“I’m sorry, love, so dreadfully sorry. I won’t ever do anything like that to you again. I won’t do a thing to you that you don’t want. Please…forgive me.”
It was the first time he’d spoken to Harry of love to his face and of course it would have to be under the worst of circumstances. Severus prayed that now would not be too late, that he hadn’t wrecked their union beyond repair. The bond could not be broken but he couldn’t bear to live with it in such a wretched state. Already his own heart felt as though it were tearing in two, simply because of Harry’s great anguish.
“Love. Please speak to me. I won’t hurt you. You must believe that,” he whispered.
Harry opened his mouth. Words appeared to fail him and he swallowed before trying again. “I-I know you won’t…it was just… and I couldn’t speak…” His voice wavered on the edge of screaming before it cracked.
Now he was near enough to wrap Harry in his arms and he did, shushing his lover and stroking his back. Harry responded by crushing him so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe.
This protectiveness was so fierce; Severus wondered if it was his own or imposed on him through the bond. Circe knew how he had exerted himself to saving this Gryffindor dunce from his own impetuosity for most of his time in Hogwarts. At times, he had thought Dumbledore asked too much of him: tutoring the dunderheads who came through his classes, watching over an overconfident child and, later, having to mingle once again with his former Death Eater cohorts in an effort to learn Voldemort’s plans and bring down the fiend once and for all.
But this terror showed that he hadn’t been nearly vigilant enough, that he had forgotten not all the dangers in the world came from Dark wizards. Self-disgust at his blind, misdirected hatred towards James Potter and rage at Harry’s uncle battled within him even as he strove to let nothing but gentle solace seep through the bond. Anger was not what Harry needed right now.
It seemed an eternity before the mad hammering against his chest and inside it subsided. Little by little, the fear lessened. Severus could feel it sliding from them both like suffocating water draining from a weakened swimmer.
Harry’s erection was long gone, a shriveled lump lying between their two bodies. Severus wasn’t aroused either but that hardly mattered. Sexual gratification was the furthest thing from his mind now since it would serve only to frighten his lover again.
“Some honeymoon this is turning out to be,” Harry said with a hiccupping chuckle.
Merlin, how could he joke at a time like this? “Harry, if you wish to leave…” he whispered.
The teenager clutched him in a panic. “No! I don’t want to… Do you want me to go? I know that was kinda childish, the way I reacted.”
Severus sighed heavily while stroking Harry’s back again. “On the contrary, it was a perfectly natural reaction. In fact, I should have expected it. The only thing that surprises me is that it didn’t come sooner.” He paused. When he continued, his voice was much softer. “Why did you never tell anyone?”
“I-I’m not sure,” Harry mumbled. “Uncle Vernon would say it was my fault, because I was a freak. And it didn’t always hurt. Sometimes it felt good in a weird way so he’d say that I wanted it. And they were the only times he would touch me so it felt kinda like love…” He petered out. “Guess that sounds really sick, doesn’t it?”
Severus closed his eyes, battling anguish and fury in equal measure, remembering how he himself had mistaken sex for love.
“It’s not the same,” Harry whispered, hearing his thought. “Malfoy tricked you when he said he loved you. Uncle Vernon never said it. I was the stupid one ‘cause I was fooling myself.”
“You were an unknowing child being taken advantage of by an adult you trusted.” Inner doubt rose within him but he squashed it for the moment. “For Lucius to perpetrate his fraud, it required willing blindness on my part. There were signs, visible to anyone with intelligence, that he wasn’t the besotted swain he pretended to be. I simply chose not to see.”
Harry snorted. “‘Besotted swain’? You really do talk like something out of an old novel, you know that?”
“I’m glad you can see humor in the situation,” Severus replied dryly. He paused before asking, “If I may ask, how long--?”
There was a lengthy silence; he was beginning to wish he hadn’t started this conversation at all. Just when he thought Harry had chosen not to answer, there came a whisper so low he almost didn’t hear it. “Um, since I was around 9 to before I started at Hogwarts. Then just the one time after I turned 12 when my uncle found out I couldn’t practice magic outside the school without getting expelled.”
His arm tightened around Harry even as he frowned in puzzlement. He’d never experienced this particular depravity but he knew from Fenrir Greyback’s brand of perversity that child molestation didn’t cease unless the perpetrator was forcibly stopped. “Why did he stop? He knew you were helpless without your magic to defend you.”
“Sirius. I told him I had a godfather who was an escaped convict, a wizard wanted for mass murder. I said he would be checking in on me from time to time to see how I was doing. That was enough for my uncle to back off permanently.”
“I never thought I’d be grateful to Sirius Black for anything. If he were still alive, I’d send him a bag of doggy treats as a gift.”
Harry snorted and then sniffled a little. “I miss Sirius. I-I know you hated him. But, when he was around, it meant someone actually loved me even if he did insist on seeing my dad whenever he looked at me. It was like--I had someone for my very own.”
The mournful note tugged at Severus. “You have me now, brat.”
“For better or worse,” Harry replied with an echo of his usual spirit. He idly circled one of Severus’s nipples with a finger and then blew on it.
The breeze caused it to tighten and stand up in anticipation. When he followed with a lick, excitement began to quiver through Severus’s body. He gritted his teeth and sought to extricate himself from his lover’s arms. In spite of his burgeoning arousal, he didn’t want to push for sex right now when Harry must be still distraught.
“Don’t move.” Commanded once more, he froze and Harry realized his mistake. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I just meant I’d like it if you stayed still. You don’t have to do what I tell you.”
“Actually I do. Either because of the male sex of your Patronus or because you are the more powerful wizard, the bond evidently recognizes you as the dominant one in this partnership.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t want to boss you around,” Harry stated anxiously. “I know you wouldn’t like that. And I don’t want to be an arse like my uncle.”
Severus cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t mind the occasional directive, Harry. The relinquishing of control in bed can be quite…arousing, if done properly and both partners are in agreement.”
Harry raised his head. Surprise made the green eyes sparkle as he gazed at his lover. “Really? Are you sure?”
He stretched his hands up and looped them around one of the posts in the bedstead. “More than sure.” Severus gave a slow smile and spoke in his most seductive voice. “Command me.”
“What?” The shock on the Gryffindor’s face was truly risible.
“I trust you, Harry. Command me.”
“Severus, you don’t have to prove anything to me,” Harry protested. In spite of the automatic denial, Severus could see the flaccid cock twitch.
“Yes, I do. I want you to believe that I will not force you and I will submit to whatever you desire.” He removed one hand to cup Harry’s head and brought the young man’s head down for a torrid kiss. When he released him, he whispered, “Do with me as you wish. Command me.”
The plump lower lip was licked and Severus’s cock began to fill. Harry’s eyes were drawn to it immediately. Images flickered through his mind, too fast for Severus to follow. Then Harry moved back from him.
“Touch yourself, Severus. Like I saw in your mind that time.”
His breath caught. His gaze never leaving Harry’s eyes, he brought one hand down slowly. Before he could touch his suddenly aching cock, Harry caught it and licked the palm. The agile tongue flicking over his hand caused Severus to moan and Harry winked at him before releasing it again.
Slickened with his lover’s moisture, his cock easily slid between his fingers. While the rhythm was familiar, the situation was as far from his fantasies as he could imagine. Never had he done this for another lover. Before shutting down his sexuality forever as a thing too burdensome and distracting, he had indulged in hurried bouts with other wizards. They had been more about release than joy and he had found them less and less fulfilling as time passed.
But this was wholly different. This was arousing Harry yet the younger man was more concerned with Severus’s pleasure. The boy bit his lip, squirmed in bed, but did not touch the erection flaring to life between his own thighs.
Severus peeled down his foreskin, teased the spongy tip under it. Then he was gripping the shaft, feeling the blood pulse within the column of flesh. Unable to help himself, he let out a rasping grunt.
He rolled and kneaded his balls. He especially liked the hefty weight and feel of them, pulling them out when they started drawing up against his body. Severus had learned he could delay his orgasm best this way.
He was using both hands now, one on his member and the other pressing and circling the sensitive patch of skin behind his nut sack. When he brushed against his anus, he heard a stifled whimper.
Glancing at Harry, he saw that his lover was really squirming now. Fogged green eyes were watching his hands, the lips parted with the gasps bursting out of them. Harry was leaning over him, his hot breath an unbearable breeze over Severus’s thighs.
“Harry, you may touch yourself, if you wish. I want to see you,” he whispered.
The adolescent shook his head stubbornly. “No, I want to wait.”
Severus let out a gasping laugh. “You’re young, Harry. At your age, the body’s powers of recuperation are nothing short of miraculous. You’ll be ready again in no time.”
“No.” The judgment was final and Severus realized Harry was taking his earlier words to heart. The Gryffindor wanted to be in control and that meant keeping himself in check. But could he really hold out against a manipulative Slytherin?
Severus lowered his voice to a purr, let craving and heat flutter through their enchanted link. “I have dreamed of this. When I saw that infernal redheaded girl kiss you--” he ignored Harry’s half-voiced denial “--I thought I would go insane. I hated that I should be so much in your thrall the mere sight of you with another could shatter my hard-won control. I cursed the arousal coursing through my veins. Then I stripped myself and lay on this bed.”
He leisurely spread his legs so Harry could have a better view. “I stroke my throat, imagining your tongue licking the skin. You nuzzle and bite at my neck where it joins my shoulder. I’m sensitive there; you know it and bite harder, listening to me moan. We begin to rock together, our groins pressing tightly, feeling each other’s cocks stretch and stir with the friction.”
There was a tingle in the air, brushing his skin with lightning wings. Sweat was gathering in the space on his heaving chest and he gasped at the sensitivity of his nipples as he pulled them out and away from his body.
Feeling his breath stutter slightly, he paused to regain a measure of control before speaking again. “You slide your hands down to my nipples and pinch them ruthlessly until I beg you to stop…and then beg for more. Your tongue slides into my navel, teasing the thin skin there. When you lap up the sticky liquid just leaking from my cock, I moan a little.
“You lick harder and then your tongue--just the tip of it--brushes against my cockhead. I jump and you move back. I bob my hips to push myself towards your lips but you’re determined to play the tease.”
Severus was suiting action to word, arching his hips in a subtle motion and then a deeper one, watching Harry from beneath shuttered eyelids. The smaller body opposite his was writhing, whimpering moans breaking through the puffed lips as Harry watched him, helpless to look away.
“You relent at last, flicking your tongue over my cock. You won’t suck at the tip, not yet, but for now the feel of you on me is enough. I am groaning just a little and then I shout when you lick at my frenulum--”
Harry blinked. “Frenu-what?”
Severus smirked at his ignorance. “This flesh here.” He broke off his narrative to demonstrate as he plucked on the receptive skin just below his cockhead. Hips thrusting up in an abrupt movement, his head fell back in a drawn-out moan.
“You’re really--sensitive there, then?” Harry breathed.
Merlin’s balls, that had been powerful, more so than usual. He had to wait until he got his breath back. “Many men are. I will demonstrate, if you like.” He made a gesture towards Harry’s neglected cock, nicely reddened and leaking steadily on to the sheets.
“Not…now.” Harry gulped. “Keep touching youself.”
The adolescent had more self-control than he’d given him credit for. He wondered just how long Harry could hold out.
“Accio Salve,” Severus murmured. The brown jar came out of an opened nightstand near the bed and floated towards his hand. He plucked it out of the air and unscrewed the lid with a practiced movement, still keeping his gaze trained on Harry.
“I’m on the verge of coming just from your lips on my cock. You draw back, trailing a line of shimmering precum from your lips to my head. The sight is unbearably stimulating.” Severus drew up his hand, letting Harry see the glistening fluid dangling from it.
There was an abortive twitch towards his hand, like Harry wanted to touch the shining thread for himself. His fingers curling into a fist, he drew back. His eyes darted to Severus’s other hand as he dug into the white cream.
“You rub cream on your cock,” he whispered. The dollop was smoothed over his own length. The contrast between cool lubricant and his own over-warm flesh ripped a hiss from him. It was incredible; Severus couldn’t recall ever being so hot and hard before.
He was almost too excited to continue and he made sure Harry saw it. When he was well and truly greased, he took another scoop and circled around his anus with one finger.
The bed shook; Harry was humping the bed sheets. When he saw Severus’s pointed gaze sliding over his body, he blushed but couldn’t seem to stop. Harry may not have been touching his own poor ignored member but he was desperate for relief nonetheless.
“I imagine you above me, nestled between my thighs. You are impatient to take me; I am impatient to let you. I want you inside me, thrusting against me until you’re balls-deep, until you can’t see anything or want anyone but me. I want you to press inside until you’re stroking over my prostate, driving us both insane with the sheer brute passion of it all.”
He injected one slim finger and gave a sudden groan. When he spoke again, he heard the breathless quality betraying his own agitation. “You slide into me…in one long push,” he gasped. “I sink my fingers…into that delectable…little…arse of yours until I leave bruises. Harder, yes…harder…”
Harry gave a strangled growl and lunged for him. Their lips smashed together with the bruising clack of teeth. The coppery taste of blood filled Severus’s mouth as he clutched his prize but he didn’t care. He had roused the Gryffindor lion at last and thrilled at knowing he would be shortly devoured.
Barely managing to raise his legs in time, Severus grunted as his lover shoved his way inside. For a moment, Harry held himself still, both of them reveling in the heat of each other’s body. Then the adolescent began to move.
In spite of the initial thrust, the rhythm was gentler this time, achingly slow. He yearned for Harry to drive into him as fiercely as before. But his bondmate clearly had something else in mind…and Harry was master.
Well, hadn’t he told the man to do as he wished? If Harry wanted this sweet and languid, Severus had no choice but obey.
Harry responded to that unspoken submission. “Touch yourself again, Severus. Now.”
Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked himself off. Harry was thrusting inside him, panting as he glanced down between their bodies and watched the play of Severus’s hand. As the head peeked again and again through his fist, Harry increased his pace to match.
“So…good,” Harry gasped. The memory of his harrowing childhood was far from the younger man’s mind at this moment. Severus relished his victory even as comparison between his own questionable lust and that of Harry’s loathsome uncle wormed into his mind.
“Harry…” he moaned and Harry raised his head to kiss him. The soft tongue pushed into Severus, tasting him, dueling with his own. Breath and sound broke from Severus as he cried into his lover’s mouth with each motion of tongue and hips.
The doubt spiraled away as utter bliss took its place. His whole body trembled, his arse clenching in a vise around the driving cock until Harry shrieked. The crackle of magic crested and brought promise, desire, love…and hidden shame. Harry’s eyes widened, caught by a memory surging to the fore of Severus’s mind, even as the orgasm broke and shattered them both.
Wiry hands gripped Severus around his waist, refusing to release the Potions master as warmth gushed inside him. His hips bucked in answering release and Severus cried out as liquid warmth coated his stomach.
“Merlin…” Harry whimpered as he collapsed.
The feeling was more than mutual. Circe, he couldn’t remember it being so intense in his youth. Even his wild couplings with Lucius paled by comparison. Shuddering, Severus clasped the shaking body to his own. Harry should have been a suffocating weight. But it felt so right to have his lover there, resting on his heart; Severus couldn’t bear to let him go.
Then Severus froze as he heard Harry whisper. “Is this why you stopped the Occlumency lessons? You wanted me…even back then?”
He nodded, his eyes tightly closed.
“So when you left the Pensieve there…?” Harry ventured.
“A skillfully laid trap,” he murmured, still without looking at his bondmate. “I knew your curiosity wouldn’t let you ignore it and once you looked I staged a display of vicious anger and forbade you to return. I was certain by then you had conceived such a hatred of Occlumency that you would obey gladly. And I was right.”
Harry gulped and rolled on to his back to stare at the ceiling. A dull stony pain settled in Severus’s chest as he saw his lover’s withdrawal. What had he expected? Harry’s uncle was a despicable despoiler of children. But he was no better, having lusted after a 15-year-old boy who’d hated him with a fiery passion.
A calloused hand tentatively touched him but brought no reaction. Harry stroked his throat and he didn’t move. The man could strangle him now and he wouldn’t fight.
“Severus. Look at me.” That was the last thing he wanted to do. But the inevitable confrontation couldn’t be put off forever. Severus opened his eyes to meet the accusation he was certain awaited him.
Harry lay on his side, his head propped up on one hand. Amusement sparkled, offset by that cheeky grin that annoyed him so much. “I’ve been thinking about you that way, too.”
“Do not lie to me, brat. I was there in your mind last year, remember? I glimpsed a moment between you and that Ravenclaw girl,” he stated harshly.
Harry blushed but didn’t look away. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t that keen on you last year. But this year there were times, after I knew that I preferred blokes, when I got sorta antsy whenever you talked to me in that sexy voice of yours or when you’d stretch up to write on the board…” He ducked his head into his folded arms. “Shit, this is embarrassing,” he mumbled.
Sexy voice? Oh yes, it had been one of the few things his scattered sexual partners had praised…the only thing, if truth were told.
“More fool them,” Harry whispered with a chuckle, his finger reaching out to stroke over Severus’s nose and one sharp cheekbone. “There’s so much more to you than a voice like chocolate.”
A thin eyebrow lifted. “Chocolate?”
“Dark chocolate, the expensive kind. And treacle tart and cognac…”
“Pretentious whelp. When have you ever tasted cognac?”
“Ron snuck some to me once when we were celebrating my 16th birthday. He wouldn’t tell me where he got it but it was fiery stuff. Once I got used to the taste, it wasn’t bad. It was a couple of months after that that I started noticing certain things about blokes and…” He let his eyes drift down Severus’s naked body.
A wave of heat seemed to follow his gaze. “And you noticed your greasy Potions professor as well?”
“Something like that.” Suddenly Harry froze, his mouth dropping open. He looked like someone hit with a Memory Charm. “Severus, you know what this means?” he whispered.
“Besides you have eccentric tastes? Treacle tart, vol-au-vents, Chocolate Frogs, cognac, older men more than twice your age…”
“It means that we really did care for each other! We have for months. The spell had nothing to do with it!” Harry was practically bouncing on the bed with glee.
Severus stared at him, stunned, as his heart raced with newfound excitement. Then he shook his head regretfully. “Harry, what I felt for you last year had nothing to do with…caring. It was the evil lust of a predator.” He swallowed. “Like your uncle.”
Instantly the joy faded from Harry’s face and obstinate denial took its place. “No, it wasn’t. My uncle is sick and depraved. You’re not. Otherwise you wouldn’t have decided to quit being part of Voldemort’s little fan club.”
“If I were a decent person, I wouldn’t have been with him in the first place,” he pointed out.
“I saw into your mind, remember, Severus?” Harry countered. “You were tricked by Voldemort. He didn’t tell you all the horrific things he was planning. He only promised you a world of potion brewing and protection from people who didn’t understand you--people like my father.”
“His appearance would have been enough to make anyone with intelligence run screaming from the room,” Severus stated.
“What do you think would have happened to you if you’d tried running right then?”
Severus recalled the instinctual terror that had arisen when he’d spied that distorted face and reddened unblinking eyes fastened on him. He thought of Lucius’s veiled threat that the Dark Lord would accept nothing less than total commitment to his “cause” and himself. He had been doomed the moment he had entered that room and he’d known it.
“He would have killed me,” and he was only mildly surprised at how emotionless the statement sounded.
“Too right. So it was a case of self-preservation as much as anything else that kept you on his side. You tried to escape later and you succeeded. You had the sense to take yourself to Dumbledore and ally yourself with him. You’re a good person,” Harry stated with stubborn firmness. “I wouldn’t have bonded with you otherwise.”
“And how do you know? The bond was an accident,” Severus protested.
“But our feelings were real even before it happened. Right?”
He reached up and ran a finger over the soft cheek. “My feelings…were hardly innocent last year. I couldn’t act on them. It would have been the height of obscenity.” He swallowed and let his hand drop away. “That’s why a niggling doubt remains over this so-called connection between us. Born of evil desire and an unintentional spell, how can it…?”
Harry caught his hand and gripped it hard. “You said it yourself, Severus. What we do together is completely different from what my uncle did to me. I feel it and so do you.” He paused. “Do you trust Dumbledore?”
“Headmaster Dumbledore,” came the automatic correction. “And you know I do, in spite of his tendency to meddle,” he added dryly.
“Well, I trust him too. He knew before we did and better than either of us what was involved here. If there had been anything wrong with this, would he have allowed it?”
Had this been Dumbledore’s intention all along with his insistence on those damned Occlumency lessons? It was tempting to accept this explanation. He knew what a manipulative old goat the man was, how he laid deep and intricate plans that made the Dark Lord’s machinations appear like child’s play.
So was this right…because Dumbledore sanctioned it? Was it right because of Harry’s own certainty? Hadn’t he been certain that he and Lucius were meant for each other, so many years ago? Hadn’t he once cherished a pathetic infatuation for Lily Evans?
Harry’s eyes widened. “You were in love…with my MUM?!?”
“No!” Severus said hastily. Harry’s expression now was a cross between outrage and queasiness and the anger throbbing through the bond promised deadly harm to his person if he didn’t appease his lover at once. “It wasn’t love! It was more like a one-sided yearning for someone who actually looked at me like I was special, without revulsion on her part.”
“Oh. Well, that’s all right…I s’pose,” Harry mumbled with a narrow look. Then he blinked. “Wait, was she the girl you were mooning over in your Advanced Potions-Making book?”
He forced his face to impassivity but it was no use. Harry’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “You know what? I don’t really want to know. My mum married my dad and had me. Now I’m here with you. That’s all that matters.”
An absurd urge to giggle rose inside Severus like champagne bubbles. Harry could take his former associate with the Dark Lord with fatalistic aplomb but the thought that his own mother might have been involved with his teacher threw him into comical shock. There was nowt so queer as folk, as the working class people in Spinners End would have said.
Harry smiled in relief. “That’s better. I like when you’re happy.” He bent his head and planted kisses along Severus’s shoulder, leading up to his throat.
“Mmmm.” Erotic tension began skating across his skin. It spiked sharply when Harry bit at his neck. As other parts of his body took notice, he gasped, “I shall be more than happy if you keep that up.”
“Ooh, good. Happy Potions professor means happy Harry.” Harry continued to nuzzle at his neck even as one hand snaked down to cup at his cock. When Severus stretched his body, his toes curling, Harry snuck a peek at what he was touching. “Looks like I’m not the only one here with a short recovery time.”
“Brat.”
“Hardly a brat.”
“On that note…have you given any thought to what you will do when you come of age this summer?”
Harry groaned in frustration. “Haven’t we finished with the serious conversation yet? I want more sex.”
Severus heartily seconded that notion. But it wouldn’t do to let the man have his own way all the time, would it? “Seriously, Harry…”
“I am serious,” Harry pouted.
“You will be old enough to be on your own. You needn’t live with your family any longer.”
The mention of his family was enough to dampen Harry’s ardor. “You did that on purpose,” he groused. He released Severus’s member. His cock immediately wanted that hot little hand back. Severus sternly told it to behave.
He tried to force his mind to the point. “And back to my question. You must decide where you will live, what you will do once you leave Hogwarts for good, what…”
“All right, all right, I get it! You’re a real party pooper, you know that?” Harry muttered. Then a feral glint lit his eyes. “Now that I think about it, I’ve got some ideas of what to do as a farewell to my family.” He glanced sideways at Severus. “Would you like to help?”
“Can it involve evisceration?” he questioned with a smirk.
“Tempting. But the Ministry would probably blame me,” Harry snorted.
“Damn. I guess that’s out then.” Severus chuckled, embraced the lean form and brought Harry down for another kiss. Such happiness and such laughter. Now that he had it, he wondered how he had ever done without it.
He also had ideas of how to deal with that pestiferous family. Severus was looking forward to summer.

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