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Rescue Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30447 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angling his broom downwards, Harry began a slow descent and it briefly crossed his mind that Snape must really be trying to make their bond work, especially since he'd left the castle to come and stand outside and wait for him to finish flying. Snape never watched him fly and only came to Quidditch games because he was required as Head of Slytherin.
Snape looked up from his thoughts and noticed that Harry had apparently seen him and was, remarkably, flying in his direction. He had half expected the boy to ignore him, after all, in Severus’s book Harry wasn’t known for his maturity.
Harry landed smoothly, holding the broom in one hand, his hair sufficiently mussed by the wind and his cheeks red from it as well, "Hi." Was all that came to mind as he stood looking at his Potions Professor.
"Real articulate, Potter." Snape sneered. Did the man ever stop being so snarky? His arms were crossed over his chest, looking tall and regal as usual in his black robes. Snape always struck such an intimidating pose, and yet, now Harry found that it caused his heart to race.
The two men stood in silence for a long while, sometimes looking at each other, but more often than not their eyes focused on other things as their robes billowed around them. The wind whipped through the Quidditch pitch, blowing Snape’s hair across his eyes, and ruffling Harry’s even more.
"Are you coming back?" Severus questioned finally, but it wasn't really how he had planned on saying it. He wanted to tell the teenager that he'd missed his presence and that he hoped Harry would be returning to their quarters again so that he wouldn't be so lonely.
Harry looked up at the man (he'd been studying the laces on his shoes), "Yeah, I guess." The Gryffindor gritted his teeth, wanting to tell his bondmate that he'd had the worst night of sleep in his life while in the Gryffindor dormitory and looked forward a great deal to returning to their rooms. For once, Harry’s Gryffindor bravado failed him.
All of the things the two men wanted to say never came; they seemed to be locked behind closed doors in their hearts.
Severus was the first to speak again, "Well, I'll let you get back to your flying then." The man turned to walk down the stairs from the stands when Harry spoke.
"Yeah, well, erm, I'm finished so I'll just walk with you." Harry followed the Potions Master down, his eyes never leaving the man's back, and as he watched he could see the mental images of what Snape's back looked like without clothing. The thought made Harry blush.
The two men walked together for a ways, "I've got to go put my broom up, but I'll, uh, see you tonight?" Harry glanced at Snape’s face.
Snape nodded and continued walking, and for a moment Harry watched him walk. When his eyes began to stray downward, Harry shook his head and moved off to the locker rooms where he could shower and set his broom back in the broom-closet.
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The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow for Harry and Severus both. Harry tried to go about acting normal, visiting with fellow Gryffindors, and informing his quidditch team members of when tryouts would be.
Severus, of course, secluded himself in his dungeon, trying not to be affected by the cheeriness of the weather because he'd already acted quite nice earlier. When he looked up to see that Harry should be arriving before long, he left the dungeons and headed upstairs.
Hurrying upstairs Severus showered off the greasy feeling that came with standing over a steaming cauldron, and dressed. He'd just seated himself on the couch in front of the fire, book poised and open, when the door opened.
Harry walked in to find Snape seated on the couch reading. He's probably been fine the whole day and here I've been with my stomach twisted in knots. Harry thought as Snape looked up at him and quietly shut the book.
"Hi." It seemed to be the only word that Harry could get out any more.
Snape smirked at it and with one finger he beckoned Harry over.
For a moment Harry just stood there, feeling stuck in his place, but then his body lurched forward and he found himself sitting on the couch across from Severus.
"I've made a few changes while you've been gone." The man made it sound as though Harry had been gone ages when it fact it had only been one night, a few short hours.
Harry nodded slowly, wondering what those changes could be, "Come with me." Severus spoke and got up from the couch. The Gryffindor followed, curious as to what Severus was going to show him. Snape led Harry back to Harry's room and when he pushed the door open Harry could see that his bed was .. gone.
Severus then walked back to the master bedroom, and pointed at his bed, "This isn't my bed any more. This is our bed, and I don't want you sleeping anywhere but here from now on."
The entire concept shocked Harry. He'd thought that after his little scene outside of the Three Broomsticks that Severus would be even more cold and withdrawn and barely acknowledge his presence. It seemed that he'd misjudged the man again.
"Why?" Harry asked.
Snape hooked one delicate finger under Harry's chin and turned the younger man's face up toward his own. For a moment he simply stood looking into Harry's jade green eyes before answering, "Because I want you to know that you are the only person that occupies my bed, or my thoughts."
Harry couldn't believe his ears, he'd never imagined the day when he'd hear such words coming from Severus Snape's mouth, "But, the man at the pub -"
"You're all that I need, Harry." Snape cut him off.
"Come on, Severus, be real. I'm half your age and not nearly as attractive as the man -"
Harry was cut off again, but this time by Severus' lips instead. The man's tongue trailed along Harry's bottom lip and the Gryffindor shuddered at how delicious it felt and how much more he wanted. Harry's lips parted slightly and Severus' tongue darted in, caressing and stroking Harry's tongue and extracting a moan from the younger wizard.
Grabbing the front of Harry's robes Severus tugged Harry into their bedroom and continued his assault on Harry's mouth.
Sweet Merlin he knows how to use his tongue. Harry thought as he allowed another moan to escape. Why've I been fighting this? He's my mate, it's only natural to be attracted to them. Isn't that the way it's supposed to work after all?
After pushing off Harry's robes Severus backed Harry up until the Gryffindor fell back onto the bed. The Slytherin followed him down and began kissing and nibbling just below Harry's ear. With his free hand Severus ran his fingers up the inside of Harry's shirt, his fingers tracing circles around Harry's nipple before capturing it between thumb and index finger and pinching lightly.
Harry groaned as the slight pain from the pinching fueled the fire that Severus had created with his tongue. It was always this way with Severus, a little bit of pain, and a whole lot of pleasure.
The little moans and soft groans that Harry was emitting were driving Severus wild and he sat back for a moment, straddling Harry's hips as he grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled the item up over his head and then cast it off.
When Severus moved back to work on the belt to Harry's pants a slender hand caught his wrist. With questioning eyes Severus looked at Harry only to find the Gryffindor smirking at him.
"I believe, Severus, that you told me you wouldn't touch me unless I asked for it." Harry quirked an eyebrow at the look on the man's face.
Severus immediately regretted making that promise.
Harry got up from the bed, and without speaking removed Severus' shirt. The Gryffindor ran his fingers along the scars on Severus's chest, and then followed them with his tongue, licking a trail along his professor's well-toned body.
Moving his hands to Severus' pants Harry unbuttoned them, and then after pulling the zipper down, let the restricting garments, along with his underwear, fall to the floor. Severus gasped as Harry's hand wrapped firmly around his cock, the boy's lips returning to his chest as Harry made firm, long strokes that left Severus' hips grinding into Harry's hand.
The sensations suddenly stopped and Harry dropped to his knees, his hand at the base of Severus' cock as his tongue licked the head. The Potions Master groaned, his pulse picking up as he knew that he'd have to find some way to steady himself.
Allowing Severus to sit on the edge of the bed, Harry knelt between the man's pale legs and resumed his work, trailing his tongue up the underside of Severus’s cock, liking the groans that Severus seemed unable to control.
Sucking the head of Severus' cock into his mouth, Harry concentrated on it first, licking and sucking until he allowed a bit more of it into his mouth, his tongue trailing the vein that ran along the side of Severus turgid member.
Severus fought to restrain himself, the promise to not touch Harry ringing in his ears as his hands clenched in the sheets of the bed, his head bowed as he watched his cock disappearing into the cherry red lips of Harry Potter.
When Harry thought that Severus had had all that he could take, he stopped and licked a nibbling path back up Severus chest. Getting up from his knees Harry shed his pants as well, and Severus could see that Harry was clearly enjoying himself just as much as he was.
Harry straddled Severus' hips and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, "Take me, Severus." He whispered in his mate's ear.
Severus didn't need to be told twice, and moving them up into the middle of the bed he laid Harry on his back and reached for the lubrication. As Severus looked down at Harry he wondered how the younger man could ever have thought him not interested in his looks. With flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and lips swollen and red, Harry was the most beautiful thing that Severus had ever seen.
After the lubrication had been well applied to Severus and Harry both, the Slytherin took Harry's legs in his hands and let them rest against his shoulders for a minute as he guided himself into Harry's tight opening. Once he was pressed deeply in, his took Harry's legs in his hands again and began softly thrusting both men groaning in unison as unfathomable pleasure wracked their bodies.
Since Severus' hands were busy holding Harry's legs, Harry reached down and stroked his own cock, moaning at the double sensation as Severus lifted Harry's hips a bit to penetrate deeper.
Harry's hand pumped faster as Severus' thrust began to be choppy and short, and then Severus plunged in one last time before letting his seed fill his mate, moaning things that would make Voldemort blush.
Harry continued his hand job, but Severus withdrew and slapped Harry's hand away. Lowering his head Severus sucked Harry's cock into his mouth, and in just a few licks and warm tongue swirls, Harry was cumming into Severus mouth, his back arched and his body frozen in place as he moaned Severus' name. Although a little escaped onto the corner of his mouth, Severus swallowed it all and then Harry brought him up to his face and kissed the rest from his lips.
Bodies tired and satiated, Severus spooned himself around Harry, as the Gryffindor pulled the blankets over them.
"Still hate me?" Severus murmured in Harry's ear.
Harry smirked and kissed Severus' hand, "No."
"I'm glad, because it might have made this bonding thing a bit difficult." Severus said, feeling the need to talk because it was something he and Harry rarely did, and perhaps if they did more of it Harry wouldn’t jump to such conclusions and Severus wouldn't be as clueless as to Harry's feelings.
"Severus.. I wanted to rip that man's eyeballs out for the way he looked at you." Harry confessed quietly. Severus liked hearing that.

"Why?" He thought he knew why, but he wanted to hear Harry say the words.
Harry turned over to face Severus, his green eyes level with Severus' dark onyx eyes, "Because you're mine."
So it wasn't quite what Severus had expected to hear, but it worked all the same, "Yes, I am."
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