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You Don't See Me	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
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XIII.
'Because you see me, and because you need me, and because you love
me, the way I wished you would, the way I knew you could.'

“Say
it again,” Harry said, smirking and leaning against Snape's
bare chest, chin against the back of his hands.

“I
won't,” Severus answered firmly.

“Oh,
come ooon,” Harry whined. “Say it. I love the way you say
it.”

Snape pursed his lips. “I'm
starting to regret ever having admitted it in the first place.”

“Seevvvv,”
Harry whined, straddling his lover's hips and leaning down to kiss
him, but stopping when their lips were only a breath apart. “Say
it,” he whispered.

Severus sighed. “I love
you, you imbecile. Are you satisfied?”

Harry awarded Severus with a
broad grin and lowered himself the rest of the way to finish the
kiss. He made a murmuring noise in the back of his throat that
Severus had come to absolutely adore. He'd thought the sex was quite
good when they were just lovers. Now that they were in a genuine
“relationship”--which the Daily Prophet couldn't
bring themselves to tear off of the front page, even a month and a
half after that fateful night in the hospital—it was almost
impossible to keep their hands off one another. He could neatly
divide his entire life up into two categories: time spent shagging
Harry, and time spent (reluctantly) not shagging Harry.

Speaking of shagging, Harry had
kissed his way down the older man's pale torso and dragged his tongue
along the recently spent shaft, which, Severus noted, was already
beginning to show interest again.

It didn't take Harry much
licking and sucking at all to draw his lover's member back to full
attention. Of course, he continued to lick and suck after that.
“Mmmm.”

Severus shuddered and laced his
fingers through Harry's hair, content to let his young lover play
with his body to his heart's content for the time being. What amazed
him wasn't how Harry never seemed to tire of him anymore, but his own
reactions. He'd come to terms with the fact that he was putty in the
insatiable young man's hands. He didn't have to admit it out loud to
know that he'd do anything to make his lover happy—both in and
out of the bedroom. What annoyed him was the fact that Harry seemed
to be catching on.

Harry let go of his shaft with a
soft pop. “Sev, you trust me, right?” he asked.

“I'm
not sure I like where this conversation is going,” Severus
replied.

“Let
me shag you?”

“I
was under the impression that that is what we've been up to for the
past three hours,” Severus quipped. Oh, how he was growing to
love weekends.

“No,
you've
been shagging me,
which has been incredible, as always.” Harry smirked playfully
and kissed his lover's lower belly. “Let me
shag you.
Please?”

When those green eyes looked up
at him so earnestly, Severus knew he'd already lost, but that didn't
mean he was particularly fond of the idea. He hadn't had very good
experiences with that sort of thing. Mind, he knew Harry wasn't
Lucius, and he certainly wasn't Voldemort, but...

“I'll
be really gentle,” Harry assured, kissing his way back up
Severus' body to lay against his chest. “I know how it's been
for you in the past. I just want you to understand, really
understand, how good you make me feel. I want to do it for you. Does
that make sense?”

Severus thought it sounded more
like something Harry wanted to do to him rather than for
him, but he relented with the smallest of nods. He did trust Harry,
really, and he supposed it was about time he showed a little faith in
his lover. He knew Harry enjoyed being penetrated; the way he
screamed and bucked against him in passion was rather proof enough of
that. 'I'll consider it an educational experience,' he
decided, not really expecting to get as much out of it as Harry
seemed intent to give, but convincing himself that surely it wouldn't
be this bad. He could do at least this much for someone who had
proved an invaluable ally and friend, not to mention so very much
more than that.

“How
should I...?” he began to ask, but Harry silenced him with a
soft, lingering kiss and gently rolled Severus flat onto his stomach.
He kissed his jaw, then his shoulder. He ran his hand gently along
Snape's spine.

“Just
relax,” Harry murmured. “Don't think about it too much.
And for the love of Merlin, if I hurt you, tell me to stop.”

“I'm
not a child, Harry. I think I know at least that much,” Severus
snipped, but the little smirk on his lips betrayed him.

Harry let his eyes rove over his
lover's naked flesh. “No, certainly not a child,” he
confirmed. He decided not to rush. He wanted Severus to be absolutely
relaxed. He lifted himself and straddled his love's hips from behind,
letting the hardness between his thighs rest comfortably along the
top of the man's crevice as he ran his hands adoringly up and down
his back. He worked the muscles there tirelessly, gently kneading and
caressing and coaxing. His member—hard, but comfortably so—slid
gently along the cusp of Snape's arse with his breathing, but he made
no move to give that region of his love's anatomy further attention
until he was sure that Severus wanted it.

Severus found, much to his
surprise, that he did. The firm flesh rubbing against his bum as
Harry shifted his weight and let out his breath didn't feel intrusive
at all, but had a generally pleasant quality that he'd come to
associate with waking up to find Harry naked and curled against his
chest. That is to say, he felt uncharacteristically calm and also
moderately aroused. He didn't know why Harry seemed dead-set on
turning his spine to mush before beginning, but it was a smashing
success so far. He didn't hear Harry reach for the lubricant, but
felt him shift his weight back further down his thighs and found
himself missing the solid weight on his rear.

Harry gently dragged a
lubricated finger along the cleft of his love's arse and grinned
impishly when the older man shivered, fingers coiling into the
comforter. He dragged the finger up further and then slid it down
deeper, just barely avoiding the tight pucker he found now he wanted
at very, very badly. From the slight grunt that escaped Severus' lips
when the pucker was missed a second, and then a third time, Harry
could only assume his love was enjoying the massage more than he
thought he would. He decided to stop teasing and slid down to run his
finger around the taut hole, gently nudge against it.

Severus felt such a mixture of
emotions that for a moment he didn't know which ones to respond to.
There was an instinctive panic brought on by old memories best left
buried. Beyond that, he had to admit the gentleness of Harry's touch
was not at all unpleasant. In fact, quite the opposite was true for
the moment. His skin burned where Harry touched him and he wanted
those touches to continue. He forced himself to relax, told himself
this was going to be enjoyable, surely, if these first tingles of
sensation were any sign.

Harry kissed his throat and
suckled his earlobe. “I'm going to start now, okay?” he
asked.

Severus nodded. “You
needn't coddle me.”

“Mn,
but I want to, so you'll just have to bear my 'coddling',”
Harry answered, biting his lip as he slowly penetrated Severus with
one finger. It was unfathomably tight and made his groin twitch
eagerly in anticipation.

Severus had never been fingered
before. He'd been fucked raw, yes. He'd had wands and various
ill-advised lubricating spells shoved roughly up his arse, yes. But
gently fingered, no—that was new. He found it a bit strange at
first, but surprisingly not at all unpleasant. In fact, as Harry
carefully, oh so tenderly, slipped one finger in and out, then two—he
felt a slight discomfort only, and that passed quickly to leave him
with nothing but a feeling of love more intense than what he'd felt
previously. Perhaps this would be moderately pleasant after all. He
had to admit there was a degree of warmth coiling in his abdomen. The
third finger again caused slightly more discomfort, but it faded even
more quickly now that he was becoming accustomed to the gentle
pressure Harry was applying to his innards. He let out a shaky
breath. He got the impression that Harry was looking for...

“Oooh!”

The soft, comfortable atmosphere
disintegrated instantly when Harry found his prostate and sharp
flashes of pleasure ripped through his body. Somehow, his previous
'lovers' had always managed to miss that spot. Severus never gave it
much thought, but...

“..is...is
that...?”

“Your
prostate, yeah,” Harry answered, rubbing it more firmly this
time.

Severus' mind spiraled. He
rasped for breath. It was as if suddenly the world had evaporated and
nothing mattered but that Harry continue to jab him right there.
He instinctively jerked his hips back for more of the sensation, more
pleasure, a deeper touch.

Harry chuckled in his ear.
“Feels good, doesn't it?”

Severus tried to speak, tell
Harry that it felt far more than just 'good' but he couldn't seem to
get any words out past his gasping. He knew if Harry continued to
touch him so, he would reach completion without his member being
attended at all. Amazing.

Harry suckled his earlobe again.
“Nobody's ever found this spot inside of you before, huh?”
he smirked against his lover's skin. He was glad to be the first to
make his love feel this sensation, but it upset him that Severus had
been forced to endure such agony in the past without the barest hint
of pleasure in return. “You find it within me, you know,”
he murmured. “Instinctively. Every time. Every time we make
love, you make me feel at least this good.”

Severus tried to speak again,
but a deep moan was all he managed to free from his throat, and much
to his disdain, a whimper when the fingers removed themselves. He was
simply not the kind of man who whimpered, damn it! Why had Harry
stopped molesting him anyway and for that matter...oh, his love was
gently nudging him to roll onto his back. He might as well oblige at
this point.

“Harry?”
he asked.

Harry leaned down and kissed
Severus passionately. Ah, so he wasn't the only one all riled up.
That was a relief.

“Ready?”
Harry asked. “Merlin knows I am.” He'd always liked being
taken. He never felt any particular masculine pride about being on
top, but for the first time in his life Harry Potter felt a desperate
need to claim the man beneath him.

Severus nodded. “You
didn't need to roll me over just to say that, foolish boy,” he
answered, preparing to roll again and get up on his knees, but Harry
stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“I
rolled you over so I could look into your eyes while we make love,
Severus.” Harry chuckled. “Just lay back and spread your
thighs for me.” They'd only ever done it back to chest before.
Harry had never given that much thought. It felt good, and he'd
figured it must just be the way Snape preferred it. Now he realized
it had simply never dawned on his lover to try other positions. He
repressed the amusement, mostly, but still smirked down at the older
man.

Severus misunderstood it for
eagerness and let it slide as Harry positioned himself. “Just
do it,” he said impatiently. Now that he'd had a taste for the
pleasure this sort of thing could elicit, he found himself
surprisingly eager. He watched Harry bite his lip as he pressed his
tip against Severus' entrance. It was a cute expression. Severus
couldn't help but smirk. “Shouldn't I be the nervous one,
Harry?” he teased, reaching up a hand to caress his lover's
cheek.

“Sev.
This part...might hurt a little,” Harry warned.

Severus pulled Harry's face down
to his for a deep kiss. “You're not going to get me all riled
up to back out now, you little fool,” he murmured against his
lips. “Do it.”

Harry bit his lip as he
penetrated the tight heat of Snape's bottom. It was almost too much
to bear, but he managed to restrain himself and take it slow. When he
was fully seated he didn't move for his own sake as much as his
lover's. He thought if he moved now he'd definitely come too soon. He
needed a moment to collect himself, and Severus ought to have some
time to adjust.

Severus was surprised.
Penetration hardly hurt at all. There was some discomfort and a
stinging sensation, but it was a dull echo of the pain he'd been
expecting. And Merlin, the look on Harry's face! He knew how
good it felt to slip inside of his lover, but he'd never looked him
in the eye when they were shagging before. He would have to make it a
point to if this was the expression Harry always made. His lover's
gaze steadied a bit, seemingly having come back into control of his
senses.

“Sev?”

“I'm
fine,
Harry. The experience thus far has been moderately pleasant. Go
ahead.”

Harry smirked. Moderately
pleasant, indeed. Severus had obviously been feeling far more than
'moderately pleasant' when Harry was rubbing his prostate. He'd just
have to find it again. He started to thrust. The first few were slow,
cautious, and experimental. He was gauging his lover's reaction to
them, and more than that trying to find just the right angle...

It didn't take long. Severus
suddenly bucked against him and opened his mouth into a silent 'o' of
surprise. Harry smirked and aimed for it again, found it again, and
ground his hips. “Right there, huh?” he teased. “Got
it.”

The smart remark died on Snape's
lips as Harry drove into his prostate harder than he'd done before.
He gasped and arched into it. Then again. Again. Again. Severus could
never have imagined, even seeing Harry's pleasure at being claimed,
that it could feel like this. Harry so easily elicited shocks of
ecstasy from his body where before there had only been agony. He
dimly recognized lips connecting with his jaw and throat in some
completely arbitrary pattern, but he couldn't really discern one
sensation from the next. This feeling, the pressure quickly building
towards a crescendo, was just as good as feeling Harry clamped around
him, writhing, moaning and begging for more. Entirely different, but
just as good. Those green eyes looking down at him hungrily—the
lips parting to say something that he couldn't make out over what he
realized now was the sound of his own moaning.

And then Harry wrapped his
fingers around Severus' shaft and began to stroke him in tandem with
the other point of pleasure deep inside of his anus, and the older
man could no longer contain himself, he arched and came with a sharp
cry. He dimly registered the hot, pulsing member inside of his body
releasing its fluid into him as he clung to his lover, then collapsed
breathlessly against the mattress.

He had the strangest sensation
of the last wounds of his past falling away into insignificance.
Harry gently pulled out and collapsed next to him, burying his face
against his lover's shoulder. The chance to see Severus lose it like
that had to be one of the most amazing experiences of his life. Maybe
the older man wouldn't mind reliving the experience...well, on
occasion, anyway. When he managed to get his breath back, he reached
for his wand with a grunt and cast a quick cleaning spell over them
before pulling the blankets up over their spent bodies. “Okay?”
he asked with a yawn, nuzzling a bit into his love's side.

“Brilliant,”
Severus answered with a smirk, echoing what he thought was quite
possibly Harry's favorite word.

Harry grinned against his
lover's chest and started chuckling. “You were so cute.”

“I
am not
cute,” Severus griped.

“You
are,” Harry confirmed. “Sometimes. Cute, and sexy, and
perfect,” he murmured, and had fallen into sleep before Severus
could get out any further comments in his defense.

Snape sighed, looking down at
his contented lover. “Well, I suppose love is as blind as they
say,” he whispered before letting himself drift off to sleep as
well.

*

Something was poking him
incessantly in the hip. Severus wrinkled his nose. It felt somewhat
like the eraser-end of a pencil. Tiny, but it wasn't pointed enough
to be a wand. “Not now,” he muttered, still mostly
asleep.

Someone cleared their throat.
Oh, it must be a finger. He grumbled and released his lover, flopping
on his back and glaring up through sleep fogged eyes at whoever might
dare interrupt him in his private quarters.

Harry yawned, blinked, and
squinted up too. “Eh? You're that bloke from the ministry,”
he blurted.

Oh, the one Severus hadn't
bothered going to meet. Snape sat up. Why was he still being poked in
the hip? He rubbed his eyes and looked down. The poking stopped
abruptly and he found himself meeting big green eyes through a mop of
tangled black hair. “You!”

“Me!”
the little girl answered excitedly as if she were playing some game
to which she had not yet been informed of the rules. She smiled and
declared. “You snore a little.”

Snape rubbed his eyes as the
ministry official cleared his throat a bit. “Ahem. Perhaps,
Professor, you and your...friend, Mr. Potter, might like to
put some clothes on before we continue our discussion? “The
child and I will be waiting in your sitting room.”

Oh for pity's sake. He grunted
and waited for them to leave before throwing his legs over the side
of the bed.

“Severus?”
Harry asked.

“Don't
ask me. I'd like to know what this is about just as much as you do.”
He grabbed a pair of slightly rumpled trousers, yesterday's tunic,
which was probably still fresh, considering he'd spent the bulk of
the day naked in bed, and winced a bit at the pain that shot from his
arse up his spine. Not too bad, like an overworked muscle, really,
but none to pleasant either, as if ministry officials weren't bad
enough. He sighed and pulled on his robes before heading out to the
other room and glaring a bit. That ministry bastard was in
his chair, not
seated on the sofa as would be proper, but in his beloved armchair.
Harry subtly pulled him down to the couch before his temper could run
away with him.

“Old
age is making me a rather impatient man. It is Sunday morning, and I
have neither eaten yet, nor bathed, so I suggest you tell me what it
is you want that was so important as to interrupt my already limited
leisure time,” Severus stated tersely.

The little girl was grinning at
him, swinging her legs and tilting her head from side to side as if
she had a song stuck in it that wouldn't extricate itself. In spite
of himself, he found her rather endearing and his bad mood dissipated
somewhat as he watched her.

“There
was some concern,” the man said slowly. “Considering your
previous involvement with the Death Eaters, as to how suitable you
might be. There were those at the ministry who felt that an
investigation was necessary into your character...and...” the
man floundered under the intensity of Snape's glare. He sighed. “Oh,
well, fine then. This child is named Vivian Marie. She is your
niece.”

“You're
deluded. I've no siblings.”

“You've
one, actually. On the muggle side, as it would happen.”

Snape quirked a brow. The timid,
ferret-like man took a deep breath and barreled forward. “Your
father had a muggle mistress. Through her, he had another son, a few
years younger than you. That son married a muggle woman. Vivian Marie
is their daughter. Recently, she's begun to do magic. As the child of
two muggles...”

Snape read between the lines.
The tone of voice the man used was rather disapproving. In private
conversations he knew this scrawny little rodent called the child
'mudblood'.

The man cleared his throat under
the intense, dark gaze and started anew. “The muggles,
naturally, were rather taken aback. They are rather eager to be rid
of her. Given your history, the Ministry considered it might be
better to put her in a group home but...well, certain parties at the
ministry thought it would be better to give you a fair shot. As
things stand now, the general consensus is that, as her only relative
in the wizarding community, it would be best if you would agree to
care for her.”

Harry was awed, but couldn't
conceal a slight smirk. 'A fair shot?' That somehow had Hermione
written all over it and he couldn't help but feel his affection for
his old friend blossom anew.

Severus' expression was far
darker. It had nothing to do with the girl but, rather... “So,
in other words, my good for nothing father got a good for nothing son
on some back alley whore. That son married a worthless woman who
isn't even capable of something as seemingly simple as loving her own
child.”

“Well,
that is...”

“...and
so, here we are.”

“Well,
yes, I suppose so...” the man answered tentatively.

Snape stood abruptly and the
ministry official nearly fell from his seat. “And you ministry
fools were too busy with your incessant meddling to even see the the
girl's most basic needs.”

“Well,
that is...I don't see...”

“Don't
you? When was the last time anyone bothered to brush her hair?”
he snapped.

The man looked like he might
melt into the chair.

Severus held out his hand to the
child and his expression softened. “I have never been a parent,
and I'm afraid my own won't do me much good as examples to emulate.
However, I will try, if you'd like me to, Vivian Marie.”

The girl smiled and placed her
tiny little hand in the much bigger one. “Vivi,” she
declared happily.

“That's
what you prefer to be called, is it?”

The girl nodded as he pulled her
into his lap.

“Accio,
hairbrush.” Without looking up as the brush floated into his
hand he told the ministry official. “You may leave. Owl me
whatever paperwork is required.”

The man couldn't be happier to
leave, apparently.

Snape looked up at his lover,
who was smiling.

“I
guess someday came sooner than I thought it would,” Harry said.

“It
would appear so,” Severus answered as he pulled the brush
through the girl's knotted hair as gently as possible.

“Hi,”
Harry said. “I'm Harry. I'm gonna help take care of you too,
okay?”

“Okay!”
the girl answered with a big smile that seemed to imply that she'd
already figured out that much.

Sitting in front of the fire on
Sunday morning with his lover and his new-found daughter, Severus
realized he felt incredibly fulfilled. 'Ah, I see,' he
thought. 'So this is what I'm meant to live for.' For the
first time since Voldemort's defeat, Severus found himself honestly
glad to be alive. It was a warm feeling in his heart that he didn't
think would fade for quite some time.

~The End~
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