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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31796 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Massive heartfelt thanks to everyone that followed this story ;)

I know I said that I was going to end it…I am.. but in two parts ;)

Warnings…m/m/m slash…spanking, needle play, caging and all those good things lol

EPILOGUE PART ONE

The heavy oak door made Harry’s heart race, his mouth suddenly dry and his palms sweaty. Trembling, his hand rapped on the wood and the deep baritone voice echoed loudly. Frozen to the spot at the gruff invitation inside, his tie seemingly tightened around his neck and his uniform was immediately oppressive, like the material itself was trying to smother him.

“Enter.” the voice rougher this time and it held an edge of annoyance, heart in mouth Harry opened the door to the potion classroom.

The scent of ingredients hung in the air and filled Harry’s lungs as he tried to take slow calming breaths. Head hanging down as not alert the formidable man glowering at him from behind the desk to his current fearful predicament.

“Well, well the great Harry Potter,” Professor Snape growled, Harry felt a glare forming at the title bestowed to him by the potion master, “It’s seems yet again that I find myself with the unfortunate task of suffering another detention with you.” the man positively dripped disdain, Harry could practically feel it seep into his skin.

“Sir…it was bloody Malfoy…he slipped the dragon’s blood into my caul…”

“Silence!” Harry almost squeaked at the venom in the professor’s tone, “How dare you blame a fellow student for your own incompetence!” anger welled inside Harry at the man’s insistence of protecting his beloved Slytherins.

“NO!” Harry heard the shout and for a moment he thought someone had entered the room, stunned when he realised that it was his own voice he heard.

Dark eyes stared at him as if trying to pierce his very soul and for a brief moment Harry nearly ran. His body itching to take flight and escape from the potential death at the hands of his fuming professor. A shiver of bravery travelled up his spine and he straightened his shoulders, fighting every instinct to run , Harry lifted his gaze to meet the fiery eyes.

“How dare you,” the deep baritone vibrated through Harry’s bones and his traitorous cock took notice, firming up, “Of all the gall…you presume to tell me no,” anger punctuated every uttered syllable and Harry’s heart stopped as the potion master stood, “Tell me no, will you?” there was a strange edge to the question and Harry took a step back.

“Sir…I’m sorry.” Harry hated having to admit but his body was telling him that something bad was about to happen.

His fears confirmed when Professor Snape pushed back his chair, the scraping of the feet against the floor almost violent in its harshness. The man stood, all dark eyes and brimming power, Harry took another step back. A predatory smirk crossed the man’s features for a flicker of a second and Harry’s cock seemed to like the idea. His mind screaming at him to leave but his body rebelling and rooting him to the spot. A spot that the potion master was stalking towards, his black robes flowing behind and Harry forgot how to breath. Severus Snape reached him, his breath caressed over Harry’s face and he tried to meet the dark gaze.

“Tell me no…I’d like to see you try.” there was a hint of challenge in the words and Harry felt annoyed, he lifted his eyes to meet his dark stare head on.

This appeared to amuse the potion master, a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Harry’s mind stopped functioning and his body took over, breathing the scent of the man before him. Sandalwood and bergamot filling his senses and the dark eyed man leaned closer, invading Harry’s personal space.

“You’ll be screaming no by the time I finish with you, Mr Potter.” Harry didn’t even have time for his brain to register the implications of the words before he was grabbed.

Strong hands, narrow fingers gripped the flesh of his upper arms and Harry groaned. Professor Snape merely smiled, a leer in the dark depths and flung Harry across the room. Gasping as he slammed into the side of the desk, the blow was not painful as he had not been thrown with tremendous force but it had still knocked the air from his lungs. Realising that he was facing the desk, Harry began to turn around only to be manhandled back until his chest was resting on the wood. The cool grain seeped into Harry’s skin through his uniform and he placed his palms down on the table to lift himself. Grunting as Snape forced him back down, gripping the back of his neck and pushing his head till it touched the top of the desk.

“Stay there!” Harry struggled, wriggling to get himself free and Snape pushed harder, his fingers biting into the skin on the nape of his neck, a whimper spilled from his lips.

The whimper becoming a panicked gasp as Snape leaned forward and pressed something very thick and hard against his arse. Harry’s eyes widened as he realised that Professor Snape was pushing his erection against him. An erection that by the feel of it was huge and hot. The traitorous part of Harry’s mind perked up again, his own cock that had deflated at the rough treatment decided to fill with all the blood leaving Harry’s panicked brain.

“No.” he whispered, his voice having failed him and Snape laughed.

“Oh I think you can do better than that.” the mocking in the deep voice pulled the anger from Harry, he bucked back.

His position meant that he merely thrust his buttocks against the straining cock, Snape let out a soft huff of delight and Harry stilled. His heart thudding so loudly that it seemed impossible that everyone wouldn’t be able to hear it. Snape leaned forward, his mouth hot against Harry’s ear and his words were frightening in their seductiveness.

“Mmm lets see how much it takes for you to scream no for me,” he ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of Harry’s ear and he shivered, “You like that…naughty boy…maybe I should spank the Golden Boy?” the taunting made Harry see red, he pushed back hard and Snape nearly stumbled back, muttering an incantation. Harry found his body stuck to the surface of the desk, unable to move he began to shout for help, Snape raised an eyebrow, “Did you think I wouldn’t have put up a silencing charm,” he allowed a grin to cross his features, “Scream all you want…lets see how red we can get the Saviour of the Wizarding Worlds arse.”

“Please…don’t.” Harry almost cringed at the begging quality in his voice.

“Let me hear you beg.” Snape sneered, pressing his hard shaft into the cleft of Harry’s arse and he bit his lip to hold in the moan.

“You can’t do this…please!” Harry hated the pleading tone in his voice but the panic was rising, Snape caressed his buttocks and he whimpered, the sound a mix between fear and desire.

“Oh you’ll find Mr Potter that my position here allows me to do a great many things,” Snape’s voice was low and Harry felt it wash over him, the hint of seduction making his heart race, “Lots of very interesting things.” the dark tone seemed to touch his skin, hot breath against his ear.

Harry closed his eyes and allowed the rich decadent voice to drift over his flesh, the words almost alive in their intent. Strong fingers stroked along his spine setting his body on fire. Cock spitting pre-come inside his trousers and he could feel the rivulet of the fluid drip down his thigh. Mind at war with his body, brain horrified at the reaction his cock seemed to have at the closeness of the dreaded potion master.

God…I’m so turned on.

Mortified at being so aroused by the bizarre and frightening turn of events, the nimble fingers slowly moving up and down his spine. Fingertips pressing into his taut flesh and making him shudder, a soft self satisfied chuckle echoed in the room, re-igniting the early rage.

“Let me go…you fucking pervert!” Harry screeched with righteous anger, the soft caresses halted and the strong fingers grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling his head up.

“Mmmm pervert… am I?” his dark voice was brimming with fire and Harry struggled to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

Severus Snape, Harry’s tormenter was slowly stroking the back of Harry’s sweating neck, the narrow fingers rubbing and teasing the flesh. Harry’s heart was hammering loudly in his chest, the race of his pulse beating a tattoo in his ears. His cock now diamond hard and leaking steadily inside the fabric of his trousers, face flushed not only with mortification but with arousal. A low moan escaped and he berated himself for allowing his traitorous body to reveal the effect the potion master was having. A thick heavy hardness pressed against the cleft of his arse and Harry bit his lip to stifle the cry that threatened to emerge. Eyelid fluttering shut at the rocking motion that the dark eyed seducer began to perform against him, a rhythmic rubbing from side to side. Whimpering Harry tried to resist the need to moan for him to just touch him, his cock throbbing almost painfully. The stoic man behind him seemingly calm and collected, a small smile gracing the corners of his mouth.

“I do believe that you like my perverted hands touching you,” he leaned forward and breathed on the shell of Harry’s ear, the tip of the usually venomous tongue tracing the flesh, “Mmm wouldn’t you agree, Mr Potter?”

“I….Oh fuck.” Harry lost the power of coherent speech as Snape muttered an incantation that left Harry naked from the waist down, the cold air in the dungeon felt heavenly against his hot skin.

A perverse chuckle echoed behind him and the material clad cock pressed against his bare cheeks. The cock hot and hard even through the fabric of the black trousers that were part of the potion master’s usual attire. Harry’s ring of muscle tightened at the thought of being penetrated by the massive shaft, a soft groan spilling from his bitten lips. The length pressed alongside his heated skin appeared to like the sound and twitched, Harry whimpered and Snape pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. Stunned, Harry held his breath at the soft touch of the thin lips, his mind a flurry of thought at the tender kiss bestowed. The gentle caress from the potion master obliterated by the harsh slap of a bare hand against Harry’s right buttock.

THWACK!

Harry held his breath and couldn’t breathe out, the cry frozen in his chest. The sting seeming to spread through his entire lower half, his arse tingling and then narrow fingers stroked the hot handprint, pressing down and Harry’s lungs expelled a loud moan.

THWACK!

This time the hand hit the left cheek and propelled Harry into the side of the desk, the edge digging into his hard cock and ripping a shout of pain from his whimpering mouth.

“Mmmm…what wonderful responses,” the dark tone was dripping with sex and Harry’s bruised cock twitched, “Let’s see how much you can take.” the voice calm and full of promise.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!THWACK! THWACK!

Harry threw back his head and screamed, the blows raining down without respite and he barely managed to fill his lungs before the next blow dragged a gasp from him. Light-headed and his arse on fire, Harry found that he could not form the words to stop the potion master.

Because this is a turn on?

The seductive voice inside his own head filled his mind with strange feelings, his cock spitting pre-come onto the flagstones beneath his feet. His body suddenly aware of every sensation, the cool breeze on his flesh, the heat radiating from the spanking and the scent of sex in the air. Eyes squeezing shut and he swallowed the moan of desire that begged to spill from his lips as Snape ran his fingers between the cleft, the tips skimming over the ring of muscle.

“Say it…say no,” hot breath against Harry’s neck and the potion masters’ words flowed over him, “Tell me to stop…you can’t, can you,” a flick of a hot tongue made Harry take a quick intake of air, “You’re practically begging for me to take you, fighting the need that burns inside you,” he continued to voice his hidden urges, “Why fight the need, the desire, I can see how you watch me.”

Harry’s head shot up at the words, glaring at the smirking potion master. A dark eyebrow quirked and regarded him with amusement, the nonchalant attitude making Harry see red and his voice was rough with anger.

“Get off me…you fucking bastard!” Harry could feel the heat rising on his skin, “You dirty old man…watching me…why would I want you!”

THWACK!

This slap caught the mark of the man’s handprint making Harry scream, his voice cracking at the end and his eyes filled with tears. Agile fingers rubbed against the pucker and dipping inside this time, Harry’s scream tapered into a heartfelt moan.

“Maybe I should fuck you?” Snape whispered, his fingers pushing harder against the guarding ring and Harry cursed him, a soft laugh his reply, “Mmm let this dirty old man as you called me, take this tight little arse and use it for my own enjoyment?” two of his fingers pushed inside Harry gasped at the sensation, “That’s it…fuck this hole until you scream…then obilivate you…so you wouldn’t remember how I used you,” another flick of his poison tongue against Harry’s ear, “Mmm but I would know…how much you wanted it and loved every minute of your greasy potion professor fucking you into the desk.”

Harry wanted to scream and shout for him to let go, to rally against the words, the words that made his heart race and his cock twitch. Unable to open his mouth and protest, frightened deep down that the potion master would listen and let him go. Stunned and ashamed at the feeling the man had dragged to the surface, knowing that he shouldn’t want a man to touch him.

“Please..” he whispered.

“Oh…now the begging begins…please sir, let me go…please sir, don’t hurt me…please sir ,don’t fuck me.” there was a vicious quality in the words and Harry lifted his eyes to look at the man.

“Please…don’t…don’t…oh fuck…don’t STOP!” both of them silent as the weight of the words sank in, Snape appeared to be flushed and his cock rubbed against Harry’s stinging buttocks.

“Oh you better know what you’re agreeing to, Mr Potter,” Harry shivered under the hidden promise, he nodded his head and Snape whispered an incantation that left Harry squirming. The strange feel of cool lubricant coating his inside and he whimpered at the realisation of what was to come.

Holding his breath, waiting for the fucking to start and was shocked as two fingers thrust inside him, spreading the lubricant and making him squirm with need. Desperately trying to hold in the whimpers of lust that were building steadily in his chest, his body accepting the questing digits with vigour and his tunnel gripped the smooth fingers. A plea for more on the tip of his tongue when the potion master halted his movement, the flare of the floo calling from his office and Harry panicked. A low chuckle and a voice called out for Snape’s attention, Harry’s heart thundering in his chest as he recognised the voice.

“Well, well, well…I must say Severus, I’m very impressed.” the cool tone of Lucius Malfoy drifted to Harry’s ears and he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him.

“I’m glad you approve…I was just teaching Mr Potter a very valuable lesson…never assume anything.” he tilted his fingers and Harry couldn’t hold in the moan of bliss as the man touched something that sparked fireworks behind his eyes.

Harry closed his eyes, his face burning with mortification at the haughty Malfoy watching him in the position, wondering how he could get out of this situation with any dignity intact. Running through spells in his head that he could use to either erase their memory or kill the two men, knowing that they would hold this over his head. A single soft finger traced along his spine and his eyes flew open, bright grey eyes staring at him and a look of hunger blazed in the depths.

“Mmm will you share with me, my dear friend.” Lucius offered the potion master a stunning, seductive smile.

“I think that I would rather have you watch first,” Severus crooked his fingers, adding a third and scissored them, opening up Harry for his perusal, a soft intake of breath spilled from the man’s thin lips, “He’s mine for the moment, sorry, my friend, you will have to wait your turn.”

Mock pouting the blond moved to sit on the nearest chair, pulling it closer for a better view and Harry found he couldn’t break the gaze between them, almost drowning in the deep grey orbs. Long fingers caressed the nape of his neck, before threading through the soft hair there and tugging, exposing his neck. A whimper emerging as he felt the hot breath of the dark eyed man across his lips, the mouth descended and a tongue filled Harry’s gasping mouth. His moans being drank up by the plunging tongue and Harry felt the thick head of Severus’ cock push against the tight ring. Talking into the man’s mouth, protests muffled and a pained grunt echoed in the room as the potion master pressed inside, opening Harry up for his thick shaft. Every cell ignited inside him, his skin on fire and his body reeling at the overload of sensations, Harry found he could not catch his breath. Body and mind overwhelmed, his channel stretching to accommodate the considerable length and girth, muscles trembling while a soft whimper stuttered from his mouth. The kiss broke for a moment and Severus began whispering things in his ears, things that made his pulse race and his cock twitch.

“Oh…you feel so good…your body taking me deep…can you feel me spreading and stretching the tight little hole wide for me…that’s its let me in,” a small thrust and Harry took a shaky breath, “Mmm that’s a good boy, let me in…let me fuck you…you want my cock splitting you open, don’t you?” Harry knew he should scream and deny the words, but his flesh tingled at the words and his cock dripped a steady stream of pre-come onto the floor at his feet, belying any denials he could have made.

“Yes.” the word so soft and quiet that the two slytherins barely heard it.

Severus pulled back and Harry thought for a moment that he was going to withdraw completely, a needy moan fell from his lips and he heard a gasp from Lucius. Lifting his head to look at the flushed blond, the man palming his erection through his tailored trousers, the sight filling Harry with a strange desire. Severus rubbed the head of his cock around the twitching pucker, teasing Harry before plunging back in. Harry let out a heated grunt and licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the aroused blond. Severus began thrusting with slow drawn out moves, in and out and the sensation robbed Harry of his voice. Hoping his eyes were conveying the urges he felt, he looked frantically at the handsome man before him, Severus seemed to read his mind.

“Hmmm it would appear that young Potter here wants to be filled at both ends, isn’t that right?” he punctuated the question with a hard thrust and Harry writhed, nodding his head and making needy noises.

The scent of the aristocratic man filled Harry’s senses as he approached, reaching down to slowly undo the button on his trousers. Harry was almost ashamed to acknowledge that his mouth had began to water at the thought of the man’s cock. The shaft, sprang free and the drops of pearly essence splashed Harry’s lips, moaning as he licked them away. The dripping head of the length pressed against his willing mouth and Harry wasted no time in drawing the blonds’ cock deep into his mouth, lips stretched around the throbbing shaft. Lucius seemed to hold his breath, a small lusty gasp echoed in the classroom and the noise spurred the fucking man behind him, thrusting quickly and making Harry open his mouth to moan. Lucius’ cock slipped further into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and a gagging sensation welled in his chest, gurgling around the engorged tip.

“Oh.” the muttered syllable from the normally arrogant man dragged a lusty grunt from Severus, grabbing Harry’s hips painfully tight and plunging at an increased speed.

Harry’s eyes closed and he allowed the myriad of sensations to rush over his heated flesh. The taste and texture of the blond on his tongue, the man slowly fucking his mouth. Severus’ cock battering his tender channel, every second thrust seemingly unerringly hitting his prostate every time. Harry’s heart raced, the tell tale bubbling in the pit of his stomach announcing the inevitable orgasm that was building inside. The ring of muscle twitched as his balls tightened and Severus powered faster, the movement pushing Harry forward and allowing Lucius to slip into his throat on every thrust forward.

“Fuck!” the deep tone filled Harry’s ears and his body rejoiced at reducing the normally acerbic man to muttered expletives, fingertips dug in harder and he whimpered.

Harry gurgled around the shaft of the moaning blond, the man staring at him with a flushed face and glazed lust filled eyes. Harry swallowed around the obstruction and Lucius threw back his head to shout his release. Hot mouthfuls of salty come filling his throat and coating his tongue, Harry swallowed convulsively, savouring the taste. Severus bucked harder, thrusting once, twice and then on the third thrust he stuttered to a stop, little minute moves as he poured himself into Harry’s clenching body. The feeling of warmth spreading inside his tunnel made Harry scream, his body rigid as his balls erupted forcefully onto the floor below him. Robbed of his ability to think or speak, he submitted to the pleasure overload, his climax almost painful in its intensity. Panting the only sound as he came back into himself, his heart thundering in his chest and Severus still lodged inside him. A soft kiss to the nape of his neck and he moaned at the loss of Lucius’ delicious cock as he pulled form his mouth with a wet pop.

“I have to say I’m impressed with how well the classroom turned out.” Lucius complimented breathlessly and Harry laughed, his giggled pulling a soft moan from his lover behind him.

Harry scanned around the recreation of the Hogwarts class, the room one sure to be a very popular addition to the clubs collection. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and thought about how they had come to this point. The furore over his relationship with the two men had soon died down, with the help and support of his best friends. His relationship with the Weasleys had been strained for a while but he now kept regular contact with those he considered to be his friends. The last he had heard was that Ginny had been knocked up by Dean Thomas and that he wanted nothing to do with her, Harry found that he felt no sympathy. Smiling to himself at how his life had changed over the past six months. Left with no career to speak off, Harry had decided to buy the club in Knockturn alley and turn it into somewhere that was safe for people involved the lifestyle to come. George had become his partner and between the two of them they had created one of the most popular fetish clubs. Catering to any fantasy had proven to be a challenge and the new addition was this classroom, he opened his eyes to take in the amused smiles of his two lovers.

“Sickle for your thoughts?” Lucius asked and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his mouth, Harry’s slowly pulse began to race again.

“Just thinking how lucky I am.” Harry said as the kiss ended, narrow fingers caressed his spine and he shivered at the practiced touch of his dark eyed love.

“We’re the lucky ones.” Severus whispered in his ear, both of them moaning as the potion master withdrew. Harry’s body almost crying out for the man, the ring of muscle twitching and clenching to keep him inside.

“So…did you enjoy your little fantasy?” Harry asked Severus with a cheeky smile, earning a hitch in one eyebrow and a laugh from Lucius.

“Mmm if I recall correctly this was your fantasy.” Severus’ rich voice was full of mirth and Harry pulled the man into a heated kiss, both of them panting by the end.

“Mmm as wonderful as it is to watch my two favourite men devour each other, don’t you think we should get to the party?” Lucius laughed.

After dressing and casting cleansing spell the three men headed to the main bar, a birthday party for Ron due to begin in ten minutes. Music echoed down the corridors, various doors to the special room dotted along the walkway. Soft moans and whimpers of delight reached Harry’s ear causing his cock to twitch, his eyes drawn to the nearest room. His two lovers continuing ahead of him as he approached the slightly open door, a smile playing on his lips at the sight that greeted him.

“Yes…oh…more…please.” George’s voice was cracking with lust, his arms tethered above him as he lay on the long wooden rack. His feet in the leather stirrups that hung from the ceiling, his cock caged and restricted as Draco thrust into him. The creaking of the leather filling the air, Harry’s eyes drawn to the needles through George’s nipples, the dots of blood vivid against his bare chest. The look of adoration on the red heads face showing the love between the two men, Draco’s eyes fixed on his lovers as his cock plunged deep. The long thrusts pulling whimpers from the bound man, a smile on the blonds’ lips as he swooped down to kiss his whimpering lips.

“Love you.” Draco muttered into the kiss, reaching down to rub the pierced nipples and George’s back arched at the sensation.

“Fuck…Draco!…yes…love you!” the breathless quality in his voice seemed to drive Draco to thrust harder.

“You know you shouldn’t be watching.” the smooth baritone purred in Harry’s ear and he shuddered, leaning back into the strong arms of Severus.

“Mmm they look good together,” he turned his head and kissed the dark eyed man, “I’m glad they have each other…George was losing himself.” Severus looked at the writhing red head and offered Harry a soft smile.

“Come on…Lucius will wonder where you’ve gone.” Severus deepened the kiss for a moment and then led Harry away from the display.

Xxxxx

Two hours later, the party was in full swing. Ron on his way to merry, laughing and joking with Draco. Harry watched, stunned at the friendship that had developed between the two former rivals, it hadn’t been easy. Initially when George had announced he was seeing Draco there had been fireworks but gradually Ron had seen how good the blond was for his brother and a close friendship had been the result.

A tapping of a glass pulled Harry from his thoughts, surprised then he noticed that it was Severus that was calling the toast.

“As we are all aware, we are here to celebrate Mr Weasley’s birthday,” he paused making sure he had everyone attention, “But I have to admit that I had an ulterior motive for encouraging Harry to throw this party,” all eyes were now on Harry, who’s heart was beginning to beat quickly, Lucius came to stand by Severus, both men looking at Harry with love, “I would like to use this opportunity for Lucius and I to ask Harry if he would marry us,” Hermione gasped and Harry’s heart stopped, Severus looked with nervous eyes, his look mirrored by Lucius, “Harry, will you marry us?”

Silence followed the question, Harry looked at the two men and he found that his voice had left him. Severus seemed to pale and Lucius’ face was dropping by the second. Every moment they had spent together flashed before Harry’s eyes and his heart felt ready to explode with the emotion racing through him.

“Harry…its okay...maybe it was too soon.” Severus tried to offer a smile with the words and Harry’s heart ached.

“Yes…yes…YES!” Harry screamed and threw himself into their arms.

TO BE CONTINUED
- 16
- 17
- 18
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