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Infinity

Chapter Two: The Second Hit

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�Severus� Something came to my attention last night while I was in the study.� Voldemort leaned back into his chair and folded his legs, right over left. His hands were gently plaited and rested on his lap. This was the most nonthreatening the man had ever appeared before the man.

�What was that, my Lord?� Severus bowed before the Dark Lord. He had been alerted through the searing pain of his Dark Mark during the middle of the night. He alerted Dumbledore and promptly went to Hogsmeade and apprated to Voldemort.

�Rowle has alerted to me to a rather interesting drug. Infinity. Have you ever heard of it, Severus?� The man looked almost as if he had a delicious dinner before him, the way he was salivating.

�No, my Lord. I am not familiar with it.� An honest answer.

�It�s a drug that causes one to become more or less a sexual slave to the first person that has intercourse with after they take it. It�s a delicious little mixture that not only causes mental degeneration, but also physical degeneration. They would be killing themselves to please their �Master� in order to get more of the drug. It�s a failed love potion that worked a little too well.�

�Yes, my Lord. But why do you tell me this?� He folded his hands in front of body. He didn�t fold his arms. The Dark Lord didn�t like for people to do this.

�I want you to learn more about this Infinity, Severus. It is very interesting to me, indeed. It might make an excellent weapon in strengthening our numbers.�

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Harry tossed and turned as he lay in his bed. He couldn�t sleep. He had been laying there for nearly three hours; it was well past midnight at the moment.

It had taken him a good twenty minutes to shake off Ron and Hermione�s questions. He ended up telling them some cock and bull story that Snape was unfairly giving him detention for something Snape had assumed he was doing, stealing potions ingredients.

Thankfully, the lie worked and once more he listened to his friend talk about how unfairly Snape was treating him and how Harry should go to the Headmaster about this. Harry simply shook his head. He told them that if it hadn�t worked in the past, it was going to work now.. and what was a little detention? He�d survived worst.

All in all, he figured he acted quite normally for someone whose head was still not on straight from a drug hit. He wondered if it was because Snape had wanted him to hide it from them or if he wanted to hide it from them. He supposed it didn�t matter. Hermione and Ron weren�t going to find out about this� well, unless Snape wanted them to know.

However, as he lay on the bed, he continually tossed and turned. The haziness from the drug was beginning to subside and he was pleased to see that he wasn�t having an urge for another hit. In fact, he head was nearly as clear as it had been before he entered the room� Except with one rather large difference.

Severus Snape was in his thoughts. Everything led back to the man. It must�ve been the spell that went along with the potion. The man dominating him had made him feel more complete than he had ever felt before. He wasn�t even ashamed to think about the man in this way.

He sighed softly as he balled his body into a fetal position. This was sad. He was lying here wanting more than anything for Severus Snape to fuck him again. No, in fact this was more than sad. The man had drugged him and raped him�. And Harry wasn�t the least bit upset about any of it. His body yearned for Severus Snape to touch him, to use him, to do whatever his heart desired with him. He wanted it so bad that even the thought turned him on.

Harry winced as he realized he was hard. He sighed and tried to ignore his erection. He didn�t want to get caught masturbating right now. The guys around him were pretty tough on those who did get caught. Harry didn�t feel like dealing with the snorts, giggles, and rude comments that usually came with getting caught.

�More than that, he was afraid that he might call out Snape�s name and there was no way he could live with the embarrassment of the other knowing the others had heard him utter the name of the Potions Master name.

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Harry felt terrible the next morning. Not only has he woken up hard as a rock and hard to hurry to the bathroom to finish himself off, but he had hardly slept. He couldn�t stop thinking about what had happened and what that meant for him. How was this going to change things now? Did Dumbledore know that he had done this? If he did, why in the world did he allow this to happen? He simply didn�t understand.

The other thing on his mind was the want to see Snape again. He caught himself staring at the man during breakfast more than once and it took everything within him to stay in his seat and his meal. He wanted more than anything to crawl up to the man and bed him to take him on the table. He didn�t care if everyone else saw.

However, he didn�t do this. Snape had told him not to tell anyone and he assumed that meant not showing it as well. He said that he wouldn�t touch him again if he did this and that threat had been enough to make him be a good boy.

Harry wondered if it was a good idea to ask Severus about any of this. He didn�t think the man would answer, but would it really hurt to ask? He didn�t suppose it would. He figured he deserved some information out of them. Why did Snape do this? Why did he bond himself to Harry?

What was stranger for him was the simple fact that he was looking forward to seeing the man. He caught himself daydreaming in Transfiguration about the man pressing him against his desk and fucking him senselessly. He quivered lightly, which caught McGonagall�s attention and caused him to show her how he could change a pumpkin into a watch.

Ten minutes to eight, Harry was standing outside of door of the dungeons. He bit his bottom lip and wondered if it was a bad thing to have come early. He had never before arrived early if he could help it and now here he was, ready to go in and face whatever Snape could throw at him.

�Come in, Mr. Potter.� Harry jumped when he heard the voice call to him and he quickly entered.

Walking into the room, he saw Snape sitting behind his desk, looking over a few papers.

Harry watched him nervously and realized that he was soon wringing his hands and felt strangely antsy. He watched intently as the man�s quill glided across the parchment, making edits and corrections to the student�s paper.

Harry shook his head. He took a deep breath to calm himself, but he quickly realized that was a bad idea when he also inhaled a large amount of the man�s cologne. He had never noticed before how amazing the man really smelled. The musk that emanated from the man smelled thickly of almonds with a hint of cinnamon. He wasn�t sure why he noticed this now, but he did and he felt himself getting strangely aroused.

�Sir?� Harry asked tentatively. He didn�t want to be just standing there. He wanted to be closer to the man. Much closer to the man.

�Sit at a desk and be quiet, Mr. Potter. I�m busy.�

Harry obeyed and sat at the desk closeted to the man. He folded his hands neatly on the desk and tried to train his eyes on something other than the Potions Master behind his desk. �A task that was easier said than done.

It was now that he was beginning to feel more edgy. He looked to Severus Snape and gritted his teeth. It was hard to just sit there. Was Severus really just going to make him sit there and pretend that this was just a regular detention? No, if this were a regular detention, Snape would put Harry to work. He was just sitting there. What was going on?

Harry�s eyes began to bore a hole through Snape. He wanted him to order him about, to acknowledge him. He wanted it so badly.

�I�m a bit disappointed in you, Mr. Potter,� Snape said finally.

�Sir?�

�Quiet!� he snapped, causing Harry to jump a bit before shrinking back into his chair.

Snape dropped his quill. He turned his gaze toward Harry and stood.

�From now on, you�re not to look at me when we�re not in this room, am I understood? I don�t want you staring at me with those eyes. No one is to know about this, Potter. I don�t want you staring at me like a school girl with a crush. If it happens again, I will refuse to see you again. Am I understood?�

Severus had walked from behind his desk to Harry�s. His arms were folded tightly over his chest and he was glowering down at the man.

�I�m sorry, Sir. I won�t happen again. I swear.�

�Get on your hands and knees.�

Harry blinked. �Sir?�

�I won�t repeat myself, Mr. Potter.�

Harry bit his bottom hip and crawled down from the chair to the floor. He kept his eyes on the cold ground. He felt rather silly as he tucked his knees under his body and placed his palms flat on the floor. However, the thought of disobeying the man was a strangely frightening thought.

Glancing up, Harry watched Snape talk back to his desk and open one a drawer. He watched him pull out a small vial of some white substance.

�Crawl to me, Harry,� the man said as he sat.

The Gryffindor bit his bottom lip methodically and began to move toward the man�s desk. He felt embarrassed by this, but not enough so to stand and walk over. Doing that would probably make the other man mad and he couldn�t find it within him to make him angry at the moment.

Upon turning the corner to face the man, Harry noticed his legs were gently spread revealing that line that showed to Harry he wasn�t the only person aroused. This excited Harry even more. He hoped Snape did something. He had been looking forward to this all day.

Uncorking the small vial, the man emptied a small portion into the palm of his hand. Harry looked at the substance curiously, noting that it was a powder which a consistency lighter than sugar. It must�ve been mixed in with whatever sweetener Snape had spooned into his tea last night.

�Be a good boy and lick it out of my hand,� the man said as he held out his hand to the black-haired teen.

Harry looked at the drug for a moment and looked away. �Sir, I don�t want to take the drug again.�

Everything within him wanted him to apologize and lick the man�s palm clean, but he didn�t He held himself. Perhaps if he were strong enough, he could beat this incredibly strong urge.

�Oh? You don�t? Well, perhaps I don�t want to touch you again either. Perhaps I�ll kick you from this classroom and never allow you in again, not even for classes. Would you like that better, Mr. Potter?�

Harry�s arms began to feel a bit shaky, but still he held back the urge to give into the man. �Please, sir. I don�t want to take the drug. I don�t like the way it makes me feel. I� I really want to talk to you about all of this. I�m really confused.�

Snape pursed his lips. �You have to the count of five to clean my hand, Mr. Potter, or I�m going to throw you out.�

�Sir, I��

�One..�

�Please, sir, I just wa��

�Two..�

Harry winced and felt his body go weak. He wanted to obey him so well.

�Three..�

Harry leaned into the man�s hand but didn�t open his mouth. He gritted his teeth. �Please, sir.�

�Four..�

The Gryffindor could no longer take it. He blinked away a few angry tears and opened his mouth, letting his tongue to quickly lap at the powder in his hands.

The effects were immediate; even more so than the night before when he had drank the tea. He felt his body collapse to the ground. His head was swimming as he lay on the floor. He didn�t think he could move even if he wanted too.

Harry was vaguely aware of the man moving around above him. He knew that Snape was no longer sitting before him, that he was moving about in the room, but he didn�t know where he was of what he was doing.

This changed a moment later when he felt himself being bodily lifted from the best and placed on the now clean desk of his Potion�s Professor.

�Professor?� he asked softly, nothing that his voice was slightly slurred.

�Just relax. You�ll only feel sluggish for a few more moments.� Harry felt his head nodding lightly as the man�s word seemed to penetrate the deep fog around his head.

Sure enough, a few minutes later Harry found that his body was no longer as heavy as it once was, despite the fogginess of his head. He still didn�t like the drug, but he also didn�t want to get the other man angry with him.

He sat up and looked at Snape, who was once again sitting at the chair. The drug felt different now. It wasn�t like it felt last night when he felt slow and sluggish. He wondered if it was because of the fact that this time he had taken the drug without it having been diluted first. He bet it made the difference.

Harry crawled off the desk and between the man�s thighs, his own manhood throbbing between his legs. It was now that he realized that the erection was beginning to hurt. He needed to get it taken care of� and Snape�s while he was at it. �Sir, please.� He felt his hands rise to the man�s pant button and begin to unfasten it.

�Stop,� Snape said.

Harry paused immediately and lowered his cheek to lean it against the man�s thigh. �Please, sir. I need it.� He brought his head closer between his thighs and ran his tongue over the rather obvious lump between the man�s legs. Perhaps he could tempt him.

He raised his hands to his cloak and pulled it off rather quickly, tossing it aside before his hands zoomed back to the shirt he wore beneath it, unbuttoning it.

�Why are you stripping, Mr. Potter?�

�I want you, Sir. Please. Please, take me. I don�t care how you do it, just please do it,� he crooned as he removed the shirt, placing it on top of the cloak as his hands trailed down to his pants, unfastening his belt.

A smirk came to the man�s lips. �Get against the desk then. I want you to scream like a whore.�

Harry was already hopping awkwardly out of his pants. �Anything you want, Sir.�

Snape gave Harry an impatient push toward the desk before he lowered his pants and undergarments to his ankles.

Harry stumbled toward the desk, however, the naked Gryffindor took it as a sign of endearment and he leaned over the table, legs spread. �Please, Sir,� he whispered as his hands reached forward and gripped the edges of the man�s desk.

The Gryffindor looked to the side and watched Snape open a drawer and pull out the same vial of lubricant from the night before. He felt his member twitch. He wanted the man so badly that it was causing him physical pain.

The sound of the cork popping caused a chill to run down Harry�s spine as the man worked to cover his fingers before pressing one into the student below him.

Harry�s back arched and he moaned the moment he felt the Potions Master push into him. His back arched and he pressed against the man�s fingers, loving the feeling of the invading digit inside of him. It would have been a lie to say that he hadn�t been waiting all day for this. And the high feeling the Infinity was giving him was making it that much better.

As Severus�s second finger pressed into the teen, Harry tensed slightly and cried out. The feeling of the man once again brushing against his prostate felt so much better than it had the night before. Perhaps this drug wasn�t as bad as it seemed.

�Louder,� the man said as he shoved in the third finger.

Harry quickly obliged, crying out loudly. �Si-sir, please stop teasing me.�

�Teasing you?� The voice was amused as he continued to toy with the boy. However, he relented and removed his fingers and placed a hand on each of the boy�s hips, his manhood pressed against Harry�s entrance.

Harry�s fingers dug into the man�s desk as he felt Snape push into him. A loud, pained groan came from the younger man�s mouth.

The feeling of completion came over Harry again the moment Severus filled him up. He felt his body relax against the table for a moment before the man pulled out and pressed into him again.

The rapid movements and the sound of skin slapping was loud enough to mingle with the sound of Harry�s impassioned cries.

Severus came with a loud grunt as he pushed into Harry one final time. Harry�s body tensed as the man went over the edge within him, bringing forth his own orgasm.

The Potions Professor pulled out of the teen and muttered the same cleaning spells that he had the night before, quickly straightening up the area before reclothing himself.

Harry helped silently, cleaning up the mess he had left on Snape�s desk before he too redressed.

�Tomorrow night we�re going to meet at nine o�clock in my bed chamber,� the man said softly as he took a seat at his desk.

Harry nodded his head. �Yes, sir.� He had never seen the man�s bedroom before. He wondered what it would be li�

He inhaled. His mind wasn�t where it needed to be. It was still soaring. He needed to talk to the man about why this was happening. Why the man was doing this to him. Because without the drug, Harry was most certain that he wouldn�t be enjoying these experiences at all. He was a straight teenager. He was interested still in girls like Ginny Weasley, not men like Snape.

He was vaguely surprised that he was not more horrified about the situation than he was.

�S-sir, may I speak with you tomorrow before�. Before anything happens?�

Harry knew that he was too out of it to ask any sort of questions. He wanted to be in his right mind when he asked these serious questions.

�I�ll think about it,� the man said uninterestedly as he reached for his quill.

The teen didn�t like that answer. �Think about it? Sir, I want answers! I-I want to know why you�re giving me this drug if it�s so dangerous and why do you suddenly want to �� a bright flush came over his face. �Why are you suddenly so �physically interested in me?� His words were ever so slightly slurred, but he felt his was making a valid argument.

Snape looked at Harry, his eyes narrowed. �Mr. Potter, if you really want to anger me, you�ll continue to stand there and question me. However, if you want to ensure that I don�t stop doing these things for you, you�ll leave right now.� He paused for a moment. �You�re to be punished for questioning me as well. I don�t appreciate it. I told you that I would think about it. I will. Now go to your room.�

All traces of the argument left Harry. He gave a loud groan and threw his arms in the air before marching out of the room.

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