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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
- 18
- 19
- 20
PART THREE

Chapter one: And everything seems cut and dried

Harry felt more at peace in Snape's arms than he'd felt the entire time he'd been free. What good was freedom if it brought no end to the torment and guilt and self-doubt? His balls ached and he longed to touch the other man's skin. He knew the body hidden under the clothing so well, knew every line and blemish (not that there were many of those) and knew too, the shape, weight and feel of the hardness that stirred between the thighs and which took so much and yet gave Harry everything he needed.

Snape loosened his grip as he felt the tension leave Harry's shoulders. The young man in his arms was so fragile, so beautiful, held so much value, but he was so damaged too. How could he not be after everything? Burning with his desire, he slid his hands under the top and pulled it off.

Harry gasped, a little afraid, but very aroused, and let the clothing be tugged free. He reached out his hands to touch Snape, but the older man had taken a step back and was staring at him, horror in the dark eyes.

“What have you done?” Snape asked, taking in the scars, barely healed and brand new, marring the skin. He hadn't done that; Harry must have been harming himself in his effort to cope.

Embarrassed, Harry crossed his arms over his naked chest, voice defensive,”It's nothing.”

“I made you do this?” Severus said, horror filling him and spilling out of his eyes to trickle down his cheeks. “I did this to you.”

Harry bent and grabbed the top. He pulled it back on, not caring that it was inside out and back to front. With his skin hidden, maybe Snape would get back on track and fuck him. If he could get Snape inside him, he wouldn't be lost and alone any more.

“Get over it,” he growled, “they're just cuts.”

Suddenly Snape snapped. He angrily grabbed Harry and practically threw him into a sitting room. “Just cuts?! You're slicing yourself open to somehow feel better about what I did to you! And now I'm here you're eager to take back up where we left off! How will you cope then? More cutting? Or just challenging me until I hurt you as you want?! I won't be the one who makes this worse!” Severus paced the worn rug, his body stiff with anger. “There is damage here that you don't recognise. Damage I caused in my eagerness to claim you.”

Harry glared at him. “Stop feeling so sorry about it and take me again! You know I'm yours forever now. After everything you did I'm always yours. So, why even pretend you aren't going to fuck me? We both know you will.”

Snape stopped pacing and gave Harry a look of deep disgust. Whether it was disgust for his own weakness, for the damage he had caused, or for Harry's desperate claim, he couldn't have said. What he did instead shocked Harry. Aiming his wand at his crotch he snarled, “Resolutio!”

“What – What did you just do?” Harry asked, terrified that Snape had done something irrevocable.

“I won't fuck you,” Snape growled. “I can't now. That spell makes a person limp. So, until such time as I feel you are mentally in a place to have sex, we will do no such thing.”

“Bastard!” Harry shrieked, “Get out! How dare you make decisions about what I can and can't take? You are still the same controlling ass hole who lied to me to make me suck you off!”

Snape's jaw clenched. “Yes. I am that person. You've always known what I was, Potter, always known my cruelties, and yet you seem to think you want my touch? Don't be a fool.”

A scream that seemed to have been strangling Harry burst out of his mouth and he let loose all his anger and frustration about everything that had happened. Dropping to his knees, he clawed at the flag stones, nails tearing as he tore at the stonework, mouth still split wide as the animal explosion of pain echoed around the room.

Gently, far more gently than Harry would have thought possible, Severus knelt beside him and pulled the bloodied fingers into his warm palms.

“Yes,” he commented softly, “I can see how ready you are for sex.”

Harry's chest heaved and he stared up at his tormentor, tears coursing down his cheeks. “Help me,” he begged, “please, please, help!”

Scooping Harry up like a child, Snape carried him out of the room and up the narrow stairs to the bedrooms. After getting Harry to point out which chamber he slept in, Severus carried him over the threshold and lowered him onto the rumpled bed.

His eyes narrowed when he saw the blood stained knife on the bedside table. “No more,” he insisted, taking the blade. “You've done enough to try to finish the job I started, but no more now. Understand? When you next want to hurt yourself, tell me. Don't carry on harming your body like that, Harry.”

All too aware of green eyes gazing earnestly into his, Severus stroked the black hair. “Sleep now,” he ordered, “I'll make a snack and bring it up later. But for now you need to rest and heal.”

Harry nodded and allowed himself to be shifted around so that the sheets covered him. “You'll be here when I wake, won't you?” he asked in a small voice.

A kiss on his brow reassured him.

Closing the door, Snape went into the kitchen and looked with distaste at each knife. He sighed as he knew what he needed to do. Rolling up his sleeves he began casting spells.

That done he settled at the large wooden table and rubbed his aching forehead. He hadn't expected the reception he had been given – anger, hatred, abuse, yes, all of that he had expected and would have welcomed. But not desperate need and seeing a man who had unravelled completely. Angrily, he wondered how blind Harry's supposed friends were – the Granger female was bright but she hadn't seen how adrift Harry was?

But would anyone have had a chance to see? Harry hadn't been seen in public since he had been freed, he knew that much, and when he had appeared at Severus' trial, he had hidden his body so carefully that no bit of damaged skin was displayed. Snape doubted that anyone had realised his victim had watched the proceedings, but he had known the moment Harry had walked into the room. He'd felt that shiver of need and turned black eyes to see into Harry's soul, wondering what emotion had prompted this visit.

It was why, during the trial, he had admitted so freely his terrible darkness. He wanted Harry to hear it all and loathe the man who had manipulated him into sex. He wanted, too, the jury to know he deserved to be in Azkaban.

But that had backfired, hadn't it?
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