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Areas of Expertise	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42274 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two

"Hide not your talents, they for use were made." Benjamin Franklin

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Harry stood outside Snape's office, feeling his stomach churn. Dumbledore had told him to see the Potions teacher, and Harry was horribly afraid he knew what was about to happen.

The door opened and an irritated face poked out. "Do you intend to loiter there all evening, Potter?" Snape asked before throwing open the door and indicating that the other should enter.

Once inside, Harry felt still more nervous. He wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in men. Sure he'd got hard occasionally in the changing rooms, or when looking at his class mates showering, but that didn't mean he was gay. Right? It just meant he was a teenager and horny.

A black figure loomed in front of him and he jumped. Sighing with frustration, Severus held out a glass that contained Fire Whiskey and prepared himself for an unpleasant few hours. He had been given the delightful job of explaining to the youngster why they had to have sex, and then he had to de-flower the boy. Some last remaining scrap of pride forced him to try his damnedest to make Harry's first time as enjoyable as it could possibly be under the circumstances.

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"And so," Severus finished, carefully not looking at the figure huddled into the chair opposite his, "that is why Professor Dumbledore is anxious that this coupling takes place."

"Why you?" Harry burst out, the question having been bugging him ever since the other had begun talking. "Are there no other gay wizards? Or are you the only one who desperately needs sex and will agree to screw a child?"

A little stung by Harry's comment, Severus nevertheless resisted cursing the boy and answered the query. "Yes, there are, of course, other gays. However, Albus wishes me to use my "area of expertise" as he puts it. He wants me to make this as pleasurable as possible."

"Not fucking likely." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Indeed." Severus agreed. "And that is why I wish to apologise now for any discomfort you feel during our coupling. It is not my intention to injure or upset you." He stood up and moved to stand in front of Harry. One long fingered hand reached out and removed the empty tumbler from the boy's hands. Once that had been set down he curved his fingers around the boy's palm and gently tugged him to his feet. Stumbling a little, Harry followed the older man to the far side of the room, where a large painting of a bubbling cauldron hung.

Severus touched the canvas, and the spot he had pressed changed colour. The picture slid open and the two men went into Severus' bedroom.

Harry almost began hyperventilating at the sight of the bed.

"I - I can't do this," he croaked, sounding desperate. Behind him the painting closed with a slight click. He gave a dry sob.

Severus gave the youngster some time to calm himself. Whilst Harry stood and panicked, Snape shed his outer robe, shoes and socks. He also flicked his wand at the wall sconces so that the flames lowered. His final action was to summon two vials of liquid, which he positioned on either side of the bed.

At last he could delay no longer and trod silently up to the lad. He dropped his hands lightly into the messy black hair and began to massage the boy's head. His long fingers pushed down with exactly the right amount of pressure. He saw the boy's head fall forward and heard a low groan break free. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He let one hand smooth its way through the hair and down to the neck. He was kneading the other's taut shoulders whilst still massaging the lad's scalp.

Lowering his head somewhat awkwardly he pressed a small kiss to the other side of the Gryffindor's throat. Just a brief touch of skins that set his lips tingling. He licked them and pressed again, this time opening his mouth and flicking his tongue against the smooth expanse. Harry gasped.

The boy tasted exquisite. Severus felt himself hardening.

Harry was still desperately unsure. The massage felt nice, and the kiss was ok, so long as he forgot it was Snape doing it to him. The older man's tongue flicked out and Harry gasped, feeling sick. Another man was touching and licking him. It was too gross for words.

Severus moved his head back and trailed his hand from Harry's hair, down over the boy's back, rubbing the knotted muscles. His hand moved in a slow circle designed to relax the youth.

Harry slowly relaxed under the older man's capable touch but tensed again when the hand on his neck slid down his side and rested on his hip.

Aware of the boy's discomfort, Severus slightly increased the pressure he was applying to Harry's back. He continued circling over the cloak, trying to get the youngster accustomed to his touch.

Potter again calmed down and so Snape slid his second hand down and around to rest against the lad's stomach. He made sure his fingers kept lightly kneading at the clothing, hoping to keep the student relatively comfortable with what was happening.

Bringing his head back down, Snape swiped across the neck with his tongue before nibbling lightly at the pulsing vein. The boy was panting; whether with pleasure or terror, Severus didn't know. He hoped it was enjoyment the youngster was beginning to feel, not purely fear.

Harry felt completely weirded out. Snape Snape was stroking him and licking him. He could have begun to enjoy it if only - Yes, there it was, if only it were someone other than Snape doing this to him. Someone other than another man. Angry with himself for feeling pleasure, he tried to convince himself that he was not horny. He was not enjoying it. He did not want sex with another man. With Snape.

The arm across his stomach was lifted away as the fingers walked up to his heaving chest. They experimented for a few moments before they found one hard nub under the boy's garments. Then he was being rubbed. Fingers pressing against the bump, rolling the hard flesh between finger and thumb. His nipple ached as it was grazed against his shirt, then lightly pinched and twisted.

Severus heard the youngster's breathing change. It was beginning to sound hungry. Pleased, he went on with his slow torment of the one nipple he could easily reach.

Harry ached. Not just where Snape's fingers were pressed, but between his legs. His cock was pushing insistently at his zip, and he felt an emptiness in his ass. He frowned. He was not wishing for Snape to put his cock up his arse. That was truly disgusting.

Severus' clever fingers continued working at Harry's nipple until the lad gave a slight groan. Pleased with the reaction, Snape continued, but moved his other hand so that it was stroking the bony hip under its layers. His own cock hurt it was so hard. He wanted nothing more than to throw the boy on the bed, spell his clothes off and pound away in his tight arse. He strangled a moan in his throat. Thoughts like that would not help him make this good for Harry.

Severus' hand slid down the boy's front and began flicking at the buttons holding his shirt closed. Once he could, he slid his hand under the material and returned to his attack on the nipple. Harry arched his back as he was touched there. A moan spilled free of him as the fingers curled around his hard nub and scratched at his tight flesh.

Snape moved his other hand from Potter's hip and instead finished the work on the shirt begun by its partner.

Both hands touched and pressed and rubbed at the hard nipples, and Harry bent his head, looking down in fascination at the long fingers working him.

He felt embarrassed of the tent in his trousers. He couldn't be turned on by this. It wasn't possible. Still he wondered if Snape was hard. His ass clenched a little at the thought. Snape hard and hot and in his ass. Harry pushed back. He had to know if the other was horny.

The teacher's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the arse rub against him. He had been so careful, ensuring he didn't press against the lad, but to feel Harry push against him, to feel him thrust his body hard against Snape's own ... well, words failed him. Instead the hand that had been working longest at a nipple crawled over the stomach and brushed the fabric straining over the boy's erection. At the same time, he pushed his cock hard against the tight young ass, rolling his hips in time with the languid movement of his hand along the youngster's length.

Harry bit his lip to keep from moaning. He couldn't like this. He was just a horny teenager. Having someone's hand on your dick was bound to make you hard, right? He wasn't hoping the other would undo his fly and wank him. He wasn't. He wanted women. He liked pussy. He did not want Snape buggering his arse. He didn't.

He gasped, shaking with ecstasy as the professor's hand shifted and one fingernail pressed almost painfully along his throbbing prick.

Snape licked again at the neck, then pulled an earlobe between his teeth and worked at it until Harry gave a dry sob. He leaned further forward and licked the youth's cheek, teasing the other. Harry turned his head and Severus awkwardly captured the lips, tongue out and lapping at the skin.

Harry turned his head more and opened his mouth. His tongue pushed out and slid against Snape's. The teacher took control, sliding smoothly around so that he faced Harry, and then plunged his tongue back and forth into the mouth, grabbing the boy's hips at the same time and thrusting hard against the hard cock.

Harry slid his arms around the other wizard, grabbing at the hair to pull him closer. He thrust forcefully against the hard length, desperate to come.

Some rational part of his brain still functioned. This doesn't mean I'm gay. A kiss is a kiss. And rubbing up someone is just a way of getting your rocks off. It doesn't mean I'm gay.

At that moment Snape's hands slid around to the boy's arse and gripped tightly. Harry wanted to wrap his legs around the teacher and ride Snape's cock til he screamed.

That doesn't make me gay. It's just a heat of the moment thing.

Harry pulled his mouth free. He had to speak. He had to. "Fuck me!" He panted, before allowing his lips to be captured once more.

Snape squeezed Harry's ass hard at the words and manoeuvred them both to the side of the bed. With care he knelt on the bed and then pulled the other male on too.

Harry clung to Snape, desperate for release.

The teacher moved his hands to Harry's trousers and undid them before he eased them and the underclothing over the slender hips. He grabbed the naked arse and squeezed hard. Harry pushed forward, dick wet and twitching now that it was free.

Severus continued frenching Harry as he used one hand to undo his shirt and trousers. It was somewhat difficult for him to free himself from his pants, but he managed it without breaking their lip lock.

The first time their naked pricks touched, both men moaned.

This doesn't make me gay.

Snape twisted and supported Harry as he fell on his back on the bed. Severus pulled free and stripped completely. He tugged the remaining garments from Harry before kissing the hard nubs he had so tormented. A hand curled around the boy's cock and squeezed.

Harry arched up into the touch, dick quivering. A cry broke from him.

Severus kissed Harry's lips briefly as he reached for the closest vial. He opened the bottle one handed and tilted most of the contents over his hand. After placing the bottle back on the little table by the bed, the professor kissed his way down Harry's chest and stomach before he stretched his lips around Harry's cock.

Unable to bear any more, Harry screamed and came, fluid spurting forcefully down Snape's throat. Enjoying the feel and taste of the youngster's release, Severus didn't mind that Harry had flopped limply down on the bed and seemed a little embarrassed.

He gave the boy a few moments to gather his scattered thoughts before he nudged the thighs apart and rubbed a slick finger against the pucker. He felt it shifting and responding as he stroked it. He ached so much it was difficult to prepare the boy properly and not just flip him over and fuck the virgin ass.

He teased the twitching muscle for long minutes before he pushed the tip of one digit in, watching Harry's face the whole time. The youth tensed, and looked deeply uncomfortable. Severus stilled his finger within the boy and waited for some sign that Harry had accepted this invasion.

God that feels horrible. No wonder gay sex used to be illegal, it's disgusting. NOTHING should go UP there. Get it out of me! Get it out!

Snape saw the boy's unhappiness and licked at a nipple to distract him from the odd feeling in his ass. After a few licks, Severus felt the muscle unclench a little and slid some more of his slender digit in.

He pushed completely into Harry, then wiggled his finger within. It felt so tight in there, Harry would never be able to take him. He pumped his digit in and out of the tight channel, enjoying the constricted feel of the passage. His finger was pulled almost entirely free, and when it pushed back in, a second had joined it.

Harry moaned and his head tossed from side to side. He was gradually hardening as the persecution of his nipple continued. The decidedly strange feeling in his ass wasn't quite as unpleasant as it had felt at first.

A third digit pressed into him and he felt a breathy cry forced from him. It HURT. The fingers were spreading inside him, pressing him wider open, making him ready to take Snape's cock. The Gryffindor lay on his back, legs spread, fingers buried in his body and felt sick. Having someone's cock in your body would, most definitely, make you gay. He wasn't gay. He couldn't be. He was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He was supposed to defeat Voldemort and then settle down with a nice witch and have kids. That's how it was meant to be, not like this. Not on another man's bed being finger fucked.

Severus wanted in so much but he had to stretch Harry's entrance enough to allow his dick in, so the three fingers were still spread wide as they left and re-entered Harry's ass.

Eventually, after what felt like more than enough preparation to the impatient man, the channel was ready for his prick. He leaned over the boy and hooked one arm under a knee and pulled it so that the ass was lifted and he could rest his wet tip against the spasming muscle.

Unable to look the youth in the eyes, Severus began forcing his thick length into the tight channel. Had he looked, he would have seen acute misery on Harry's face, and tears filling the emerald green eyes and rolling over the flaming cheeks.

Why does any body do this? It's awful! Sex is supposed to be good, this is dreadful. It hurts. God, it hurts!

Severus was horribly afraid he was hurting Harry, but he couldn't help that.

"It'll get easier," he murmured soothingly to the distressed boy, "I promise it'll get easier."

Harry fought to stop a sob escaping him. He knew if he started he wouldn't be able to stop, and they had to do this, they had to have sex. Even if it was crap for them both, even if he hated every second of it, the benefit was worth it.

It had better be worth it!

Severus wanted to thrust hard against Harry's nub but the angle was difficult. He pulled free of the other and, still without looking into the boy's face, turned him onto his front. Harry allowed his body to be positioned to Snape's liking, hating his own passivity, his helplessness.

Snape, before pushing back in, took in the sore appearance of Harry's entrance. It was reddened all around the edge.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he again filled the restricted channel.

It felt so much better like this, with Harry under him but able to rock back. He could angle himself properly now and he did so, bulging tip nudging against the boy's sensitive spot.

"God!" Harry cried, surprised. His head was thrown back, his tear filled eyes opened wide.

What the hell was that?!

Severus rolled his hips back before pressing against it again. Harry shook under him.

He gripped the slender hips and tugged free, then pressed forward. Harry moaned.

He pulled out, pushed back, hard this time. Harry arced his back, lifting his ass further and pressed back.

Snape grunted as his throbbing cock slammed in and out of the taut body, stabbing almost painfully at that spot that made Harry whimper with pleasure.

He rammed into the boy, pistoning his cock deeply within, balls slapping against the other's skin as he fucked the youngster hard and fast and brutally.

Harry dropped his head onto the bed and clenched his fingers into the sheets. He hurt, but God it felt good. His dick pulsed every time that thing in him was touched and a squirt of fluid dripped from his tip.

The cock screwing him felt almost too big. It was so far in him, and he was spread so wide, and his ass felt so stretched. But God, it felt good.

Snape ground again and again into the lad; hard length battering the boy's innards with each passionate thrust. God, it felt good.

Harry shook helplessly under the older man. His cock was hurting, his ass felt like it would split in two at any moment, and he was struggling to draw enough breath as the force of the other's thrusts kept knocking it out of him. But God, it felt good.

Snape drove into the channel, feeling how good it was now that it had opened more to him. It clenched abruptly and he knew the boy was coming. Coming on Snape's cock. That thought spurred him on and he slammed into the lad, so close he wanted to shriek.

His dick plunged in and out of the hole, balls tight under his length. He rammed himself in as fully as possible and cried out as he splattered his seed deep in the other.

Does this make me gay?

-- This has been a VERY difficult chapter to write. Hope you liked! Poor Harry seems very confused.

-- Thanks to my reviewers. You rock! SP
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