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Drowning	By : isidore13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Drowning

Author: Isidore

Summary: From sixth year on, Harry and Snape's kinky, angsty relationship.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Snape/Harry

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in that universe, and am making no money.
Snape didn't expect to see the boy again until the DA meeting the coming Monday, so though he wasn't expecting the knock on his door that evening, he called the visitor in quite readily and finished the papers he was grading as the door opened and closed.
When he looked up, he saw that Potter was standing just inside the door. "Mr. Potter, I do not have time for more inane adolescent whining. Go back to your dorm if you please."
"No, sir."
Something in the boy's tone made Snape look up. "What did you say, Potter?"
"I said, no, sir."
Snape rose and advanced on the boy, purposely making his stride relaxed and dangerous, as though he were a serpent ready to strike. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I've thought about what you said, sir, and I've made a decision."
Snape raised an eyebrow. "I'm waiting on pins and needles, Potter. Do elaborate."
Eyes downcast, Harry pulled something out of his pocket.
He handed the item to Snape, who took it.
What he held in his hand could only be an attractive leather collar and leash set.
Snape took them, hope dawning. "What are you giving me these for, Potter?"
"I-I was hoping that you might be willing to take control of my life sometimes, sir."
Snape stared at the boy for a long while. "And whatever led you to make this decision, Potter?"
Harry gulped visibly. "I thought about what happened on Valentine's Day, sir, and what you said last night, and . . . and I decided that . . ." � here, Harry took a deep, fortifying breath � "that I wanted to give control to you. I-if you want to take it."
Too shocked to speak, Severus set the collar and leash set on the desk in front of Harry.
Whose face fell visibly. He slowly reached forward to take the set back. Severus watched, as yet unable to speak and correct his mistaken impression.
Harry looked up at him, luminous green eyes sad but not tearful, and avoiding Severus' own. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered, blindly reaching to put the set back into his robe pocket.
Harry turned, then, and headed toward the door, and Severus watched as he placed his hand on the doorknob.
Suddenly, he broke out of his shocked stupor. "Potter!" he said.
Slowly, Harry turned to look at him. "Yes, sir?" he said, and Severus could see the hope Harry was struggling to keep down.
He wanted this. Harry really wanted this.
Severus was suddenly, irrevocably, hard.
He slipped into his role as if it were second nature. "Did I give you permission to leave?"
Harry's hand slipped from the doorknob. "No, sir," he whispered softly.
"Come, Potter," Severus ordered, turning and leading the boy into his private quarters.
Severus sat down in his leather armchair and crossed his legs. Harry stood at the door, looking as though he were at a loss as to what he should be doing.
"Out of these rooms, slave, we will maintain our normal relationship. I will be your sarcastic old bat of a Potions master, and you will be the insolent brat you usually are. Inside these rooms, however, I am your Master, and you are my slave. Inside these rooms, you are to be naked and kneeling, waiting for my orders."
Harry licked his lips and nodded.
Severus raised and eyebrow at him and Harry gulped, eyes wide with apprehension, not comprehending the unspoken order.
"Strip, slave."
Realisation dawned and Harry flushed, either from embarrassment at his misunderstanding, or the humiliation of being ordered to undress in front of a teacher. Severus didn't know, and, taking in the shell- pink blush that started at the tips of Harry's nipples and flooded up his pale skin, didn't care.
The boy, already shirtless underneath the robes he'd shed a moment ago, hesitantly unbuttoned his trousers. Severus did not stop watching as the boy slid his trousers down his legs, then put his thumbs in the top of his pants and pulled them down.
Harry stepped out of the pants and bent to pick them up, folding them and his robes carefully and setting all three items on a nearby table. He placed his glasses on top of the pile before returning to his place in front of the door and dropping gracefully to his knees.
"Stand up," Severus ordered.
Harry regarded him strangely and Severus raised both eyebrows. "Are you questioning me, slave?"
Harry quickly shook his head and stood up at the same time.
Severus poured himself a glass of brandy from the end table next to his chair, and leaned back. He took a calm sip and let his eyes roam over Harry's body from the tips of his toes.
Supple feet, not too big and not small for a young man. His anklebone a small bump that led to impressive calves and thighs, no doubt a result of the Quidditch Harry loved so much and played so well. Harry's purpling cock, uncut, filling steadily as Severus' eyes roamed his body, was remarkably large for such a small frame. His stomach was flat, almost concave from the lack of food in his home life, his ribs sticking out almost too much. Harry was just beginning to form adult pectoral muscles, his chest losing the boyish flatness and heading into the more adult muscle definition. His nipples were hard and dark against his pearl pale skin. Severus let his eyes drift down to the boy's hands. Long, slender fingers and wide palms hanging at the boy's sides. Severus was surprised that Harry's hands had not drifted to cover his penis, and felt a surge of pride that Harry trusted Severus so much already.
Severus followed the line of Harry's arm up to the shoulder, finding more of that smooth pale skin, muscles there, too, becoming more defined.
Harry's face was flushed and his eyes were closed. His lips were swollen from where he was biting them, his inky black hair damp with sweat.
Severus allowed this for the moment. "Turn around, Harry," he ordered.
Harry actually whimpered in protest, but complied.
Severus made the same lengthy observation of the back of Harry's body, noting the firm, smooth back side and the flawless expanse of skin on Harry's back, thick muscles beginning to camouflage the sharp bump of boyish shoulder blade. Severus watched as Harry's neck muscles twitched in anticipation.
At length, Severus rose and approached Harry, lifting his slender arm to inspect the inside. Smooth, pale, perfect skin, up to the curve of his armpit, where Harry was just beginning to sprout tiny hairs.
Severus dropped the boy's arm.
"On your knees," he said, and watched the boy drop gracefully down. "Very nice. You obviously take care of yourself slave. Firm muscles, smooth skin without a spot, and surprisingly well endowed for such a small stature. All in all . . . not bad, slave."
Harry breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"My bedroom is through that door," Severus said, indicating which door Harry was to proceed through. "But first . . ."
Severus reached into the pocket of Harry's robes and withdrew the collar and leash.
Harry gulped visibly as Severus approached.
Severus loomed in front of Harry, looking down at the prostrating boy with an expression of absolute superiority, before locking the collar in place around his neck.
Harry let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.
"I own you now," Severus whispered, and clipped the leash on the collar. "I own you now, and I will take care of you."
This was the closest Severus had ever come to admitting any kind of emotion except hatred toward anybody.
"Before we begin, Harry, you must choose a safe word. This is a word that you would not normally yell out in the throes of passion. It is my signal to stop what I am doing because you cannot handle it. When you use it, we will stop playing and you and I will sit down and discuss why you said it, and what we can do to make whatever made you say it more comfortable. Is that clear?"
Harry licked his lips. "Yes, Master," he whispered, and Severus almost whimpered himself at the sound of the clear young voice calling him Master.
"Go into my room," Severus whispered. "Wait for me there."
"Yes, sir," Harry whispered, and dropped onto his hands and knees, heading into Severus' bedroom on all fours.
Severus watched after him, taking a moment to savour the image of Harry crawling away, his tight little bottom wiggling, and let out a sigh.
He headed for the cabinet where he kept his private stash of potions and withdrew the slickest lubricant he could find, and picked up a quill from off his desk.
Severus took a fortifying breath and headed into his bedroom, where he found Harry kneeling on the floor on all fours, facing the foot of his bed, his firm bottom presented to Severus like an offering. Harry's knees were spread just enough so that Severus could glimpse the shadow of his hole.
Unable to keep the huskiness out of his voice, he ordered, "Get on the bed," and watched as Harry crawled around to get into the bed on the left side.
He had a job figuring out how get up on it without standing, but eventually, he backed up and raised his bottom until it touched the top of the bed, then pushed and pulled himself up onto it, muscles straining.
"Lay on your back and spread your legs," Severus said, and bit back a moan as Harry complied, those long slender legs sliding apart, his balls following the laws of gravity and falling to hide Harry's arsehole from Severus' sight. Harry's purple cock lay parallel his flat stomach, his green eyes hazy with lust and staring entreatingly at Severus, his full pink lips moist and parted with his panting breath. The leather collar was wrapped around his neck, tight enough to remind Harry of his place, but not tight enough to choke him. The leash was underneath his body and peeking out from beneath the frail, pale form on his bed.
Severus sighed in pleasure at the sight of the prostrate boy, the slender form lying pale against his rough homespun bedsheets.
Severus wanted gentle softness this evening, however, and waved his wand at the sheets, transfiguring them into soft, cool black silk.
Harry gasped, and Severus stared at him, beautiful and trembling, his pale skin seeming lit by the black silk underneath him.
Finally, Severus had looked his fill, and he moved forward, watching as Harry's eyes followed his every movement, trembling progressively harder as Severus got closer to him.
By the time Severus stood at the boy's feet, Harry was whimpering, pleading, keening softly on the bed, his eagerness for Severus' touch so intense it was almost palpable.
Severus did not intend to make him wait.
"Stay still," Severus said, "No matter what."
"Yes, Master," Harry whispered.
"Good boy," Severus said, then reached into his night table and pulled out a long strip of silk cloth, which he tied around Harry's eyes, blindfolding him.
Severus pulled the quill out of his pocket; he had used one several times to stimulate himself when he masturbated; now he would use it to torture his new pet.
"Stay still," he reminded softly, then he drew the tip of the feather along the bottom of Harry's right foot, then removing it. Admirably, Harry did not squirm.
"Good boy," Severus breathed, and began running the tip of the feather along the lines of Harry's prone form. Harry's muscles were tensed to keep himself still, which pleased Severus no end; those very same muscles would be that much more sensitive later.
"Are you a virgin, Harry?" Severus asked as he paused in brushing Harry's body with the quill.
Dazed, Harry did not answer, and it was clear that Harry had not really heard him.
"Slave!"
Harry jumped, sexual haze broken, though his erection did not diminish. "Yes, Master?"
"Next time, we shall have a lesson, slave, on the importance of paying attention to your Master, and not just on what is being done to you. I asked you a question. Are you a virgin, slave?"
"Yes, Master," Harry, whispered.
Severus smirked and drew the tip of the feather up and down Harry's cock. Harry gasped and his muscles tensed again, and his hand began to move, heading for his turgid cock.
Severus none-too-gently pushed the hand back into place beside Harry's body. "You little slut," he purred.
Harry whimpered.
"Can you control yourself, or do I need to tie your hands above your head, slave?"
There was a pause, and then Harry whispered, "I don't think I can control myself, Master."
"Honesty. Excellent." Severus reached into his nightstand again and pulled out his other strip of cloth, this one velvet, and lifted each of Harry's arms to the headboard in turn, then tied them together behind it.
Harry tugged on his arms experimentally.
"Now, slave, don't move."
Severus resumed running the feather tip along the boy's cock once again, while at the same time reaching for the bottle of lubricant. He tipped the cap open and, putting the quill on the floor, poured some into his palm and rubbed his hands together, warming up the oil.
"Remember not to move," Severus reminded once again, and he carefully cupped a hand around Harry's balls.
Instantly, without warning, Harry came, cock untouched and spurting helplessly as Harry sobbed his relief.
Severus watched Harry's face contort into an expression of pain that Snape knew meant the pleasure was almost too intense to bear, watched Harry's muscles tense and release. The boy was a work of art, beautiful in orgasm as in everything else, and, watching, Severus became desperate for his own release.
When the orgasm finally ceased, Harry laid limp, breath coming in sobs as he came back to himself.
Aware again, he whispered and anguished, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" in a broken voice, between pants.
Severus none-too-gently untied Harry and poured a small pool of the lubricant in his palm, directing the boy to rub his palms together while Severus undressed.
Harry stared at the man's cock as Severus sat back down on the bed in front of Harry, his eyes wide with fear and intimidation.
"Pleasure me with your hands," Severus ordered, "And nothing else."
Nervously, Harry reached for Severus' cock. His hand seemed small against Severus' angry arousal, and he wrapped the other around it, and then pumped experimentally, the way he did his own, at night behind the privacy of his bed curtains.
In short order, Severus felt his balls tighten and draw up, and panted, "Keep � going � slave�"
His cock spurted white, and he wiped his hand clean of oil on the bedsheets before scooping a bit of the goop up on two fingers and offering them to Harry, who sucked them clean, though he made a face at the taste.
"Stay here," Severus ordered, then pulled away from the boy and grabbed his wand, mumbling a cleaning spell at the sheets.
He retreated beyond a door and came back with a warm, damp cloth. He crawled into bed next to Harry and gently scrubbed the cum off his pet's stomach, then off his own.
Harry was still more than a bit dazed, staring at the ceiling without really being aware of what was going on.
Severus conjured a glass of water and held it to the boy's lips, tilting it slightly to get some of the liquid down Harry's parched throat.
A while later, Harry sat up and turned away, head hanging. "I'm sorry, Master," he whispered.
Severus pulled Harry against his chest, wrapping the boy in an affectionate hug. "You will get more stamina the more experience you get, Harry," he said, running gentle fingers through the silky black hair.
Harry buried his face in Severus' shoulder, humiliated beyond belief.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered again.
Severus kissed the top of his head. "Shh. To tell the truth, with you being a virgin, I'm rather surprised you lasted as long as you did."
"I was trying," Harry said into his shoulder.
"You did very well, and I know tomorrow you will do even better."
Harry pulled his face out of Severus' shoulder and looked up at him. "I-I can come back tomorrow?" he whispered.
Severus almost smiled. "Yes, of course you can, Harry."
Harry closed his eyes and pressed himself against Severus, and, unable to help himself, Severus laid a reassuring kiss on Harry's head. "You belong here with me."
Harry nodded. "Thank you, Severus," he whispered tentatively.
Severus answered the unspoken question. "Tonight, right now, you may call me Severus. Tomorrow, our session will last as long as you are in my rooms, and you will call me Master for the duration of all of our sessions."
Harry nodded.
"Of course, in public, you must call me Professor Snape, or simply Snape."
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."
Tentatively, Harry cuddled more deeply into Severus' body, and Severus obligingly wrapped his arms more firmly around the boy.
"Harry," he said.
"Mmm?" Harry mumbled sleepily.
"You will have to be careful coming down to see me, Harry. You must take care not to be caught, and wear your invisibility cloak. If it is not safe to come down, rest assured that I will understand, and will not be angry."
Harry nodded against Severus' chest. "Yes, sir," he mumbled.
Severus kissed the top of his head once again and dropped off into sleep.
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