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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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There was warmth behind Harry, and it was that warmth, together with the daylight slipping through the cracks in the shutters, that coaxed Harry from sleep. He was surrounded by warmth; an arm was draped over him, hand resting on his pillow, while he was lying on another arm, his hand still holding that hand. Black satin sleeves had crept up both arms, leaving exposed skin. On the hand he was holding, that revealed a dark tattoo on a white wrist. The mark of a Death Eater. Harry couldn't help stiffening a little at the thought.

Snape. The events of the prior evening came back to him with a rush, and Harry bit back a groan, remembering how it all had felt, the amazing things he'd learned about himself. And Snape--Severus. The idea that his former potions instructor had had those kinds of skills tucked away . . . it was more than a little shocking. Harry would certainly never look at him the same way again.

Also surprising was the fact he was still here, that he'd actually stayed. Harry tried to stay still, to take advantage of the fact that he could look at Snape's hands, and actually study them. He didn't agree with his father at all. Snape wasn't ugly, or greasy, though perhaps he had tried to seem that way, particularly during Voldemort's time in power. Harry had noticed that last night, when he'd seen that look Snape had given him, licking his stomach . . .

He was still hard with the thought of it. Harry squirmed just a little, feeling the brush of soft satin against his bare arse. But it was Snape's hands that he wanted to study for a moment, before the man woke up and possibly became his nasty old self.

The hands were long-fingered, defined, and dexterous. The fingernails were short, and there was just the finest of black hair noticeable along the forearms. Harry didn't know what he'd expected, but . . . yeah. Severus had nice hands.

The thought brought another shiver, as Harry turned Severus's wrist to inspect the Dark Mark a little more closely. He felt Severus shift against him. "You are the most fidgety young man I have ever slept with," Severus said in a low voice. A hard shiver went through Harry. That voice. As a child it had terrified him. Now, it was making him positively ache.

Harry turned so that he could look at Snape, and two thoughts immediately struck him--one, that the sight of Snape lying in his bed in his thin nightclothes, his dark hair splayed across the pillow, was fucking sexy. But second, he could see the walls starting to come up, making Snape's face unreadable, expressionless. He realised with a rare flash of insight that he was actually witnessing Snape's defensive mechanisms at work. The smile on Harry's face faltered a little, but then he rallied, determined to break down those walls. "Good morning." He just felt too good to be brought down today.

A little warmth seeped back into those black eyes, and Snape's lip twitched up a little, into a smirk. "Morning, indeed." There was still a cautiousness there, sizing him up. "So is this the time that you kick me out?" Harry couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

Harry blinked in confusion at him. Was that what he thought? A thought came to him. Instead of answering, he took hold of Severus’s hand, pulling it under the sheets, to find hard evidence that he most definitely was not ready to kick him out.

Harry smiled hesitantly.

As he watched, the look in Severus’s eyes went from cold and dark, heating up, to become pure lust. His hand brushed against Harry’s cock, and Harry felt dizzy, the blood rushing southward.

Severus leaned up, lips grazing Harry’s throat, and whispered in his ear. “Insatiable. ” He drew back a little, and the smirk was wider now. “I’ve created a monster.”

Harry couldn’t help but grin, even though he wanted to be touched, badly.

But there was one idea niggling at him, that he couldn’t seem to shake. “Sn—Severus, I saw something else at the bar last night, that maybe you know about? It was like a spell. One chap was only moving his wand, but his companion. . . .” Harry blushed. “Well, it looked interesting. What was that?”

Severus raised one eyebrow at him. “Phasmatisman. It means ‘spiritual hand.’” A look of dark glee crossed his face. “It is very typically combined with another spell for arousal. And either a public space, or bindings, to make it even more interesting.”

Harry was finding it hard to breathe through the arousal he was already feeling. God, but Severus was going to kill him! “That sounds . . . interesting.”

"Interesting, mm," Severus drawled, reaching for his wand. He gave Harry a devilish glance. "I could show you."

All Harry could do was nod. There were, however, a few questions he wanted to ask, before he lost himself in pleasure again. "Last night. How did you know? Where have you been, exactly?"

Severus started to pull back a little to answer, but Harry was determined to keep him close, a hand clamping down on his wrist, where Severus's hand was still wrapped around his cock. Harry could feel Severus stiffening a little against him. "I knew the same way that I knew where you were in the forest, when I delivered the Gryffindor sword to you. There are charms, which only require a reflective surface. As you might guess, the Malfoy house elf assisted me in the placement of one of these devices." Severus sighed. "Which answers your second question. Lucius Malfoy offered me a place to stay, where I could remain hidden while I sorted . . . things. So lately, that is where I have resided. Before that, I was in my old chambers at Hogwarts."

Harry couldn't help scowling. For some reason, it rankled him that Lucius had known Snape was alive before he did. "What is it costing you?" Because he knew Lucius too well, knew that there had to be some kind of benefit for the slippery man. He had spoken in defence of both Narcissa and Draco, because they had made choices, taken actions that had probably saved his life. Lucius, however, had just been a coward, as far as he was concerned.

Severus gave a slight shrug. "Nothing tangible. He did so mostly on the favour you or I would bestow him at whatever time I came out of hiding. Or of course as a betting chip should things turn south for him." He pursed his lips in that way he always did when he found something distasteful, Harry noted. There was a niggling feeling that there was more to it, that it couldn't have been that simple. But Harry decided to let it go.

There was fun to be had, instead.

"Okay," Harry said softly, and let go of Severus's wrist. He turned his head a little, and did something a little daring; he leaned up and sucked at the flesh on Snape's throat, flesh that usually wasn't even exposed in his professor robes. He was curious to taste, to see if he could make the man feel even the tiniest return of pleasure. He'd thought Severus had come, the night before. But he wasn't sure. And Snape, of course, was bloody good at hiding both his thoughts, and emotions.

He felt a shiver go through Severus, and was emboldened by that, but as he reached out a hand to find hopefully firmer evidence of the man's interest in him, Severus suddenly gave a flick of his wand. Harry found himself flat on his back, and pinned there, feeling a bit breathless.

He fought against the hold, glaring at Snape, who merely looked amused. Even more annoying was the fact his body was betraying him. Instead of being turned off, he was even harder, thoughts flashing back to those men in the bar, what that must have felt like, on the receiving end.

"If you want to find out more, you're going to have to behave yourself," Snape drawled. Stretched out on the bed, he reminded Harry of a languid cat. Or a cobra. "Are you willing to do that?"

To be honest, it was a dumb question. Harry yearned to know more. And if he was truly frank with himself, it was nice being told what to do again. "Okay. Yes. I'm willing. But can--" he started to ask, but Snape hushed him with a hissed breath. Harry let out a breath. Okay. He could ask more questions later. Like when Severus would be willing to allow himself to be touched.

"Phasmatisman," Snape commanded with a swoop of the wand, and there it was, unseen hands, caressing Harry up and down his thighs, up his stomach, chest, arms, and then back again. They felt surprisingly real, and Harry had to blink a few times, looking between his naked, uncovered form and Snape who was still lazily resting, using just minor waves of his wand to control things. Then a phantom touch grazed his cock. Harry groaned.

"The delightful advantage to this spell," Severus drawled in that spine-tingling tone of his, "is that one also isn't limited to just two hands." He demonstrated this, and Harry gasped, as more hands joined in, one stroking his cock, another playing with his nipples, a third one caressing his inner thighs, encouraging him to spread them, open himself wider . . . and finally a fourth on, which actually seemed to be caressing his arse through the mattress. That last one played with his balls, as Harry clutched at the sheets, unsure what to do with his hands, what to do at all, actually. The look of amusement on Snape's face was pure evil.

"Sev--" Harry groaned, squirming. He looked at Severus pleadingly.

"Hands above your head," Severus said lazily. The phantom hand that had been playing with his balls began rubbing at the skin just behind them, moving towards his arsehole. Whatever it was rubbing, it felt heavenly. It was an effort, but Harry moved his arms up as they'd been last night. Once they were there, it felt right, and he was better able to let go, to just let the sensations envelope him.

Fingers entered him. Harry sucked in a breath, but there was no pain, only pleasure, as the fingers filled him, gliding smoothly without friction. His cock felt like it was going to explode. The worst of it was, everything seemed to be just teasing him, keeping him on the edge, never quite enough to send him over into oblivion. He swallowed in a dry throat, unable to keep himself from making little needy sounds. "Severus . . . please?"

Severus smiled. It sent chills down Harry's spine. "Please what? Be specific, Harry." The maddening thing was, he wasn't even touching Harry with either of his real hands. Harry felt his short fingernails digging into his wrists.

"More, please," Harry groaned, trying to arch up into the touches. But whenever he did that, it was like arching up into nothing. "Want to--need to--" He blushed, realising what he wanted, and possibly also what Severus wanted to hear. Did he want to hear that? "Stroke me," he pleaded, looking Severus in the eye. "Until I come. Please!"

The stroking became firmer and faster, and Harry's body jerked as the ghostly fingers inside him brushed against something. It was an agony of pleasure. "Yes," Severus said, then added, "But be aware that it will not always be a 'yes'. Sometimes I may leave you wanting."

For some reason, the thought of that was enough to send Harry spiraling into orgasm, crying out as he closed his eyes, imagining that Snape was there, all the hands at once, playing with him.

The cleaning spell was gentler this time, barely noticeable. Harry opened his eyes after a moment, looking to Snape, wondering what in the world the man could be thinking. As always, he was unreadable. Slowly, Harry brought his hands back down to his sides. "I really feel like I should be doing something to you in return," he said, unable to keep himself from blushing. He was naked, and Severus was still clothed, even if it was only in his pyjamas. Harry wanted to see more.

Severus opened his mouth to answer, and then there was the pop--the sound of something Apparating. With a swift movement, Severus instead snatched the sheet to cover Harry, glaring at the intruder. It was a house elf, a short female one with her hair in a messy pony tail. The house elf looked positively white with fear. "M-master Snape?" she squeaked, wringing her hands.

Fury blazed in Snape's gaze as he stared at the house elf. "Obviously," he hissed.

The house elf looked ready to burst into tears. "M-m-Master Malfoy r-r-requires you at once, Sir. To f-fulfil your obligations." She clutched at her dirty apron, glancing over at Harry. She didn't seem surprised to see him, and Harry recalled what Kreacher had told him earlier about the Malfoy elf. So this was the one who had been here before.

"Indeed?" Snape's voice was both fire and ice. If looks could kill . . .

The house elf's lip began to quiver. "To the y-young Malfoy, Sir. Please?" She begged, trying to look as small as possible.

Harry looked at Snape in confusion. "What is she talking about?" What obligation would Snape have with Draco?

Severus looked tight-lipped and displeased. He sighed, pulling the covers off of himself and rising to his feet. "She is referring to that something 'intangible' I mentioned earlier. In addition to the notoriety of housing me, Lucius asked that I tutor his son." He walked over towards the house elf. "To my room first, Bibsy. I don't care what 'Master Malfoy' insisted." He turned and threw Harry an apologetic look. "I am leaving. But I will be back. By this evening, at the latest. Don't respond to the media before then."

He took Bibsy's hand, and the two of them vanished, leaving Harry staring at the space they had occupied in utter confusion.

How was he supposed to take that? What did this all mean, then? I will be back. The way Snape had said that, it had sounded firm, insistent even. Like a promise.

As Harry contemplated that, the first owl arrived.
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