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Changes	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27108 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I can't remember if I'm meant to update today or not (31st May), but I figured, what the hell?!
CH16 AN: Well, that was unexpected. Other than a highly amusing “Fuck you” from one reviewer, most comments were actually quite supportive of the cock teasing. And it's the most reviews I've had for a chapter (considers more cock teasing but knows she'd be murdered). This story is actually finished. So, despite the nuttiness of my work, I should manage to get on and post updates as usual.
And now, my wonderful reviewers:
Nightstar – indeed, poor Harry, and poor Snape. You baffled me by saying it was a short chapter. Unless it hasn't posted right, it's at most 200 words shorter than most of my stuff (I aim for 3.5 - 4 A4 typed pages per chapter).
Apothic – thank you for not negging. And yes, it's me, so of course you have to wait for it! Glad you still want to read. I do include plenty of smut, even if not full Snarry. Gotta keep us perverts happy!
Book_addict_89 – thank you for feeling sorry for Harry. I feel heart broken for him and I wrote it! And, yes, Severus will find a way! (I'm picturing him in a superhero cape for some reason?!)
I'm Weird And That's OK – holy shit that was a long review! Glad you have caught up (and that emails are reaching you). And yes, I know what you mean about Lomonaaeren, she is prolific, and I need to have a quiet sit down and just catch up on smutty goodness. And I'm glad you didn't skim, there is smut scattered so it should feed your perversion.
Oh, I'm a total tease. Public Snarry? Really, really no, not in this story anyway... muses about adding one to her previously mentioned smut fest (Working title 'Glory Hole' which tells you everything you need to know, really). As for the Snarry, once it happens in this story, I write it a lot. Which is kinda dull, tbh, as I have to be in the mood for writing smut. But it goes: chapter: Snarry; next chapter: plot stuff, Snarry; next chapter: Snarry, plot stuff... You get the picture.
The re-write is fairly unimportant, and it is one sentence in one paragraph (which I'd actually forgotten to change on AFF, but I did do it a couple of days ago). It is just one little mention so that when chapter whatever-the-hell it is (26 ish?) rolls around, the detail that threw me doesn't come totally out of nowhere.
I howled with laughter at your yelling, especially the incensed “FUCK YOU!” I just got this image of someone sitting at a computer basically thumping all the keys, steam coming from their ears, glaring at my name. There are happy times...erm, maybe.
And I understand that reviews can be hard. But it was useful that you explained why some people don't review. Like I said last chapter, I bottle out if I can't find anything good to say, but I do also try and leave helpful corrections if I spot glaring errors (if I see “casted” as the past tense of “cast” once more, I may lose it!). Not cos I'm an asshole (I am), but cos I'd want my typos/errors spotted and picked up.
You said: “As long as you update I don't care when you do honestly.” Be careful what you wish for!
To everyone who hasn't reviewed, if you've stuck around this long, then maybe there's something you like? Maybe you have a query or a theory? Feel free to comment or email me.
Now, finally, onto this chapter (drum roll: Remus returns).
Bestiality warning. Also, Bottom Severus warning. SP
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Chapter 16 – I can see inside you
The first full moon of 1997 took place on a Thursday.
Harry had drunk down the last dose of Wolfsbane, grimacing at the foul taste, and had settled himself in the cage. Although the potion was designed to calm the werewolf, they had agreed that for safety Harry would still be locked away. Of course, being locked away was rather pointless when the only other occupant of the room was locked away with you, as Severus had already decided he would be.
Prior to the moon rise, the older man had vanished into the bathroom and spent a few uncomfortable minutes preparing his channel for sex. Even if the wolf was drugged, he was not looking forward to be the object of the animal's attention for an entire night; he still felt ghost twinges when he recalled being so enthusiastically fucked by the beast. Now, slick and carrying the bottle of oil, he emerged into the main room and took Harry's clothes and wand from him.
The youngster settled on the floor, feeling uncomfortable shards of straw digging into his buttocks and thighs. His yellow-green eyes stayed fixed on the older man, and his nostrils sniffed deeply. The red lips curled back a little from the teeth as he scented the oil that still clung to the teacher's digits, heightening Snape's natural aroma, and it was that smell that made the green vanish and the beast emerge, even before the moon rose.
“Come here,” the werewolf ordered. His voice was quite different from Harry's: deeper, darker. “Come to me. Take your place where you belong.” The growling behind the words wasn't threatening, instead it seemed laced with persuasion; Severus felt himself sway forward and almost take a step towards the yellow eyed creature.
Fighting, Snape realised that the potion was doing its job. The wolf inside the boy was lucid, even a temptation, but the wizard resisted. He would enter the cage; he would allow Harry to have sex with him, but he would do so because he chose it, not because he was being persuaded by an animal that still wore his human face.
Green eyes flashed, overtaking the yellow for a moment, and Harry's breathy tone filled the room. “It's coming. Severus, go!”
The snapping sound of bones breaking and re-forming filled the small room. Glad for the wooden layers that deadened any echoes, Snape watched, fascinated, pitying the boy as fingers went rigid and lengthened, claws developing at the ends that dug into the straw and scratched at the stone underneath. Harry's face cracked, his jaw breaking, and a wild howl of misery burst from him as his face reshaped, gaining a snout, a longer tongue, sharper teeth, and soft silver grey fur. His ears moved up his head as his human hair seemed to recede and gather at one spot – the spot where his one black ear was beginning to twitch and move, listening for the sounds of people all around.
Finally he stood, a magnificent silver animal with gleaming teeth and glinting eyes.
The sense of threat Severus had felt so often that month, and during Harry's previous changes, was gone. Instead he ached to lie with the wolf and receive the pleasure he knew there was to be had.
Throwing off his robes and other clothes, he piled them haphazardly on a chair outside the bars and stepped up to the gate, wand clutched in one hand, jar of oil in the other. Swallowing, he unlocked the entrance and stepped in before carefully re-securing it. He tucked his wand into a corner and tried to still the trembling in his hands.
The entire time yellow eyes watched him, and the wolf panted, tongue lolling out. He still stood on his hind legs, looming over the normally taller man. His dick was leaking semen as it had done the previous month. But this time he wasn't going to be denied. This time he would take what was his.
Taking a steadying breath, Severus turned and uncorked the bottle. The wolf's nostrils twitched as he scented the oil at once. He peered at the wizard as Snape approached, watching silently as the jar was tipped and a generous trickle of fluid was drizzled over his shaft. He waited as the human put the stopper back in, placed the bottle with the wand, and returned. A hand reached out and curled around the stiffness, slicking the oil over the entire length.
“Do it,” Severus choked, voice almost giving out before he could finish the order.
A low growl came from Harry, but it was one of arousal, not one of anger. He dropped onto all fours for the first time since he had changed and flicked his long tongue out to swipe up Snape's hardness. The muscle slid back into the mouth and suddenly there was some green mingled with the yellow. Harry, the real man inside, knew the taste of Snape's seed and wanted it. He wanted to be present, and with the potion coursing through his veins, the wolf was calmer, and allowed the boy to witness how much Snape belonged to them.
“If I lie on my back,” Severus said, spying the emerald amongst the citrine, “I can grip you as you … possess me.” He tried to sound calm and in control, but his heart was pounding, and he knew the werewolf could hear the muscle thumping inside his ribcage.
There was no answer from the creature, so Snape lowered himself to the ground and lay back, spreading his thighs with only a slight tremble to reveal how nervous he felt.
Lying on the floor, exposed and waiting for sex, was exactly where the wolf wanted Severus to be. He moved so that he was crouched over the body, pale chest over the white skin, back legs pressing the thighs wider. Getting inside in this position was going to take more work and Snape raised his ass, pulling one leg towards him as he did, exposing his entrance for the wolf to find.
The wolf found it and forced his way inside.
Wincing, Snape breathed through the pain and threw a leg over the furred body to help hold the cock in place. His hands slid down to stroke the back and push the body further into him.
Harry growled and began thrusting. The wolf whined with pleasure as his throbbing shaft was gripped by that incredible tightness and pulled deeper and deeper inside. The human inside the animal moaned as he slammed into the hot wet passage of the man he desired. He could hear Severus' groans and gasps as his nub was battered by the determined shaft and Harry wished he could speak, could say the other man's name, could let him know how much the boy was enjoying this.
Crying out, back arched, Snape came. And that … that was beyond incredible. The wolf/Harry felt his prick being squeezed almost painfully, the muscles within rhythmically moving up and down his length. And suddenly his own climax was upon him. The wolf dominated them both then, as he spurted his hot seed into the human channel. Snarling and howling he tensed, his cock emptying into the body, and then he stilled, still deep inside.
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When morning came, Severus awoke under a very tired looking Harry, and smiled softly. His ass was sore, but not as sore as it had been after last time, and he wasn't waking up to deal with Lupin's asshattery this time. This time it was just he and Harry.
“Whas' time?” Harry slurred as he drooled slightly on the chest he was using as a pillow.
As Snape had no way of answering that without moving, he remained where he was and asked instead, “What do you recall of last night?”
“Fucked your brains out,” Harry answered, voice still full of sleep.
That about covered it.
But still the teacher couldn't let it rest. He had to know how well the potion worked for Harry. “Could you control the wolf, or just watch?”
“'e lemme watch. Couldn' control anythin'.” Harry admitted, yawning and shifting.
Stretching so that his back cracked, Harry lifted up from Snape's chest and blushed. “Er...” he began.
“You were more coherent half asleep,” Severus observed, a half smile on his lips. “But as you seem embarrassed, I think you should move so that I can retrieve my wand and free us.”
“You got in the cage. Why?”
Snape rolled and crawled for the corner containing his wand. He was sure the numbness in his legs was just because Harry had slept on them. It certainly had nothing to do with being held in uncomfortable positions so a werewolf could fuck him. Nine times.
“I always intended to, Harry. I hoped that with the potion inside you, you would be more in control and able to direct the wolf's actions. However, although that proved false, he was, I suppose, considerate of me.”
Using the wall to help, Severus managed to struggle into a standing position and undo the lock. Harry wanted to help the other man, but felt too shy to do so when they were both naked, so he just watched as the older wizard staggered from the room and made a swipe for the clothes he had left outside the bars.
In the main room, Harry grabbed his own clothes and pulled them on carelessly. He needed some kind of barrier to help him find a way to deal with the situation. Somehow, fucking Severus, and being present as it had happened, had made him even more aware of the body near him, and made him more sensitive: his cock seemed to be ready to harden at the slightest touch, and the mere glide of trousers over his length was enough to make him hiss with sensation.
“I don't feel wolfish,” Harry admitted once they were both clothed.
“I should hope not!” Snape replied, snagging a piece of toast and an apple. He leant against the table, knowing sitting was going to be difficult for the next few hours.
“Is there any chance of me getting to the point of not needing to fuck you raw?” Harry asked as he deliberately did not look at the older man and instead selected a piece of toast that he added jam to before biting into it.
Rubbing at the small of his back – Severus could pretend all he wanted that he was fine with what had happened, but the soreness of his body was reminding him that he had been rather brutally used – he considered. “I hope so. You'll have to. Once I … do what Dumbledore asked of me, I won't be able to stay with you. You'll need to be able to cope without sex by then.”
Swallowing the mouthful he'd just taken, Harry asked (a little indistinctly), “When do you think that'll be?”
“As close to the end of the year as possible, hopefully,” Snape answered a little shortly. He was thinking again about the promise he had made to Albus, about the truth of Harry's scar, and about the short time left to him to heal the boy and prepare him for a life without his teacher. Now, glancing at the clock he swore. “I have a class. As do you!”
Harry's eyes swung to the clock and widened. “Oh, damn! I forgot it was a weekday. Couldn't I just sleep today?”
“You are already two months behind. And at least you have frees today. I, on the other hand, have moronic classes all day!” Snape swore again and raced into the bathroom to hurriedly wash off the remnants of sex before racing out of their rooms.
Snagging another piece of toast, Harry hurried to wash and change into something cleaner before dashing out to his Muggle Studies lesson. At least, if he were late to that, he knew Professor Burbage wouldn't have a go, unlike certain other teachers he knew.
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That afternoon, after his morning's lessons had finished, Harry made his way to Snape's rooms. He had gone via the Great Hall and stuffed his face and now all he wanted to do was sleep, at least until he had to make his way to Charms. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and trudged in, dragging his bag lazily behind him.
“Well, well,” said Remus Lupin, “I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon.” His eyes flicked to the wall upon which both Harry and Severus' timetables were displayed. A smile cracked his face, fangs showing, “And to be all alone.”
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CH17 preview: Lupin sniffed the air delicately, lips curling further back. “Your fear is delicious,” he taunted, “but there is such an easy way to end it. Stop thinking about running or calling for your precious Severus and just accept my domination of you.” He saw Harry's shaking hands twitch and the boy take a half step backwards. “Stop moving!” Lupin ordered, a snarl in his voice, “We both know you'll submit to me.”
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