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Crime is of the Essence	By : K8BNimble Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6594 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or BBC’s Sherlock nor do I make money from this. I just like playing with them. Harry Potter is owned by owned by JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Brothers & BBC’s Sherlock is owned by, well, the BBC

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
And I still don’t own either Harry Potter or BBC’s Sherlock. I also make no money on this either….

Story note: The year is 2018. It’s canon until the Epilogue. Harry never married. Ron and Hermione had Rose and Hugo earlier than indicated in the books so that they are older in this story. Rose was born in 2002 and Hugo in 2005. Other minor modifications made without notice probably!
Reminder: The Sherlock in this story is from BBC's Sherlock which is set in contemporary times. This IS NOT Robert Downey Jr.'s Sherlock nor any traditional versions as portrayed by Jeremy Brett or any other actor. This is Sherlock as portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch. You do not need to have seen the BBC series to follow this story.

Warning: Herein be the smex…

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Crime is of the Essence

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Chapter 16 – Finding Comfort
Harry and Severus arrived back in Grimmauld Place. Severus still had his arm wrapped around Harry. As much as Harry loved the feel of his warmth, he felt dirty so he stepped away from him.
Trying to diffuse the awkwardness, he asked, “I thought you couldn’t speak German, so how did you understand what Lucius said?”
“I didn’t,” Severus replied.
“But…you seemed to get pale when he threatened you,” Harry said to remind him.
“I had a sudden influx of memories when I saw him. That’s what I was reacting to but I didn’t have time to tell you. The images were coming so fast, I couldn’t quite process them.”
Severus sat on the arm of the couch, which Harry decided to designate as his spot. “I remembered him waking me up and threatening me in order to work with him. When I refused, I remember his anger and his promise to ruin you. I almost gave in.”
“He used me to threaten you? But why? Why would he think that would be effective?”
“He knew my weakness, Harry. He knew I would do anything to protect you.”
Harry stepped up to him and picked up one of his hands and gazed down at the man. “For my mother?” Harry asked softly. At Severus’ startled look, Harry added, “I still have your memories.”
“At first for her,” Severus agreed. “By your final years, it was about you. I’d come to want you to live. After Dumbledore’s death, I knew my role had changed drastically and that you hated me more than ever. But over the course of the following year, I came to admire your tenacity and bravery.”
“I never thanked you for the Sword of Gryffindor,” Harry whispered now that he knew Severus’ memories had returned. “Or for anything else.” Harry thought of how Severus made sure Rose was safe first. Severus knew that would have been Harry’s priority.
“By the lake. Yes. Well, that night reminded me how foolish you could be. I almost jumped in after you. I would have if Mr. Weasley hadn’t appeared. It also reminded me that you were no longer a boy, but a man.”
Severus was looking away. Harry tucked his hand under Severus’ and pulled it back to him. He bent down and kissed Severus gently on the lips . “Did you feel guilty about that?”
Severus shook his head and with a short laugh said, “With everything I’d done, I could hardly feel guilty for that.” Harry knew that statement for the lie it was. “I did wish at the time though that I was a much younger man.”
Harry touched his forehead to Severus’. “Or maybe that I was much older?” Harry asked. He stood up and ran his hand through his oddly cut hair. “Well, look at me now - I am older.”
He tugged on Severus’ hand to pull him up. “I feel the need to cleanse myself. Join me in the shower?” Harry suggested. Severus hesitated, but Harry was pleased he didn’t run screaming the other way.
“Unless you don’t want to,” Harry added in the hopes Severus wouldn’t be scared off and kept tugging him towards the stairs. “I should warn you, I’m not as young as I used to be. Not quite as flexible.”
“I’m sure you need help washing your back,” Severus said with an arched brow.
“Maybe even my feet,” Harry winked at him.

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The warm water ran over their bodies. Severus was as diligent in washing every part of Harry as he was when he diced potion ingredients. His long hands ran over Harry’s muscles with gentleness. His back, his arms and then Severus bent down on his knees to take the soft washcloth over each of Harry’s legs. He caressed his calf muscles along the way.
“Lift,” Severus ordered.
Harry lifted his left leg and Severus took his foot and soaped it up, massaging each tendon with firm, strong strokes. Harry could barely stand on his other leg, it felt so good. He now understood what Fleur meant. There was something very private about someone bent before you massaging your foot in the shower. Severus put it down and lifted the other one. ‘Lather, Rinse, Repeat,’ Harry thought in a moment of absurd clarity.
Harry was beginning to harden at the lovely caresses and when Severus washed back up the inside of his leg to wash his balls and cock, it felt overpowering. The moment Severus kissed the tip was heavenly.
“Your turn,” Harry said as he stroked Severus short hair. He now thought they had almost the same haircut – very short. He took the wash cloth from Severus and began to return the favor, as softly and carefully as Severus had for him. The feel of Severus' foot in his own hands was odd. He had never considered the foot an erogenous zone, but the moans from above him told Harry that he’d have to rethink that. Harry vowed to give long, slow massages to Severus in the near future.
He finally moved up to wash Severus’ penis and was pleased to find it thick and hard. Harry wanted to swallow it whole, but instead, did the same as Severus and kissed the tip of it.
“Time to dry off and go to bed,” Harry said.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Severus added and helped him out of the tub.
They dried each other in between kisses and Harry pulled him out of the bathroom and onto the bed. As they continued to kiss, Harry fumbled in his nightstand, pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to Severus.
Severus looked down on Harry below him and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Harry answered breathlessly. He needed reassurance that Severus wanted him. Knowing how his likeness may have been used, he needed to know that those people weren’t him. That Severus was the only person who saw the real Harry.
Severus took it and sat it down next to Harry and lowered his mouth onto Harry’s. Their tongues slowly circled around each other. Severus rested his weight on Harry’s body. The heat and friction between them built slowly. Harry felt his snitch tattoo fluttering madly in excitement.
Severus slid down his body and slipped his fingers behind Harry’s balls and stroked his perineum as his mouth softly suckled on Harry’s cock. His long deft fingers began to prepare him. Harry felt the sensation of the lube slicking him.
“Please, Severus,” Harry asked with a desperate tone. Needing more, he started thrusting onto Severus’ fingers.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Severus said jokingly, but Harry saw the heated gaze of Severus’ eyes staring at his face and knew Severus was just as needy.
Severus sat up and placed himself at Harry’s entrance and pushed in slowly. It had been so long for Harry, but his body remembered this. Remembered how to relax and let someone in. It felt so damned good, almost as good as being the one entering. Someday he hoped, Severus would welcome him the way he was welcoming Severus.
Once sheathed, Severus bent down and began kissing Harry again but didn’t move otherwise. Harry’s legs wrapped themselves around Severus almost of their own accord and Harry thrust up. That small thrust seemed to ignite something in Severus and he began to drive into Harry while watching his face intently. Harry almost thought Severus intended to do Legilimens on him while they made love. The idea that Severus could be in his body and mind at the same time sent a sudden rush of desire through him. He knew someday he would want that, but not today so he closed his eyes for a moment. He knew it was too soon. He reopened his eyes to see Severus’ face scrunched up in pleasure.
“Harry,” he moaned.
“Severus,” Harry answered.
Harry reached down to take a hold of himself. He stroked himself to Severus’ rhythm. He was almost there. He could almost feel his balls drawing up when Severus exploded inside him. Severus collapsed on him but in a few moments rolled to Harry’s side and wrapped his hand around Harry’s and together they brought Harry to climax while Severus explored Harry’s mouth once again. Severus picked up the wand on the dresser where Harry had left it and waved a cleansing charm.
“Brilliant,” Harry muttered as he curled up to Severus’ side. He hoped the man took it to mean he should stay there and not go to his own room.
“As brilliant as Mr. Holmes?” Severus asked with a hint of jealousy. Harry found he rather liked the possessive tone.
“He may be a genius, but you’re far more brilliant. You’re with me,” Harry teased.
“Yes, I am,” Severus agreed and then turned the lights off with a final wave of his wand.
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