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Chpt. 2

Snape woke up with a dull headache. By his count he had managed to
fit seven shots into three very pricey drinks, hopefully raising the
Potter brats tab a healthy amount.

He went about his normal routine in the dark, sitting in the tub
until the water had cooled, starting to lower his body temperature.
His teeth clattered a bit as he got out, finally. His body wrapped in
a threadbare towel, he made his way out to the bedroom and went to
his wardrobe once more. Eyes darting past his favorite robe to a more
functional one, he dressed quickly and went downstairs. The bookshelf
was charmed to conceal his laboratory, and he pulled at the right
book to allow him entry.

Today. He would brew. And tomorrow, he would write to Hogwarts and
other potions shops of his willingness to supply them.

That is what he was doing. It felt really good to actually know.

'You are cordially invited to celebrate the birth of Lily Margaret
Potter'

He knew from the first line this letter was trouble. It had been
months since any Owls had come to Spinners End besides work orders,
payments, and the daily Owl carrying the Prophet. He read the rest of
the letter with a grimace. It was on white tissue paper in a card
that was such a delicate pink he was surprised it didn't fold right
in to the creases of his hands.

Noticing a dark patch under the tissue holding the generic letter of
invite, which went on to dictate the time and place, Severus lifted
the little sheet, to find a note scribbled in a sharp and messy hand,
'Snape, I know Dinner was horrible, please come by and we'll talk'

Two, three months after the fact? Severus snorted, and threw the note
down on his coffee table. The engagement was in three days, on a
Saturday. He would arrive an hour late and leave very early, he
decided, heading down to his lab once more.

Severus absolutely dreaded the date. He dreaded having to look at
himself in the mirror, as he tried to dress himself in his usual,
immaculately black attire. He dreaded having to actually do something
with his hair besides just tying it back, using a couple simple
spells to make it lie perfectly flat, which was harder and harder as
years passed to avoid a limp look. The ex-potions professor
considered a glamor to cover his scars, but decided against it, as
Potter would just think he needed to talk about it.

He got in his floo, wishing that wizarding travel took longer than it
did, and was instantly at a party. Stepping out, he was a little
disoriented, having never been in this house before. The card had
told him where to say he would be going. He entered a room that was
entirely empty. It was a very nice room, that screamed of comfort and
ease. There was a giant window through which he could see people and
children playing and talking. It was an astonishingly nice day, and
he hadn't noticed.

“You're predictable.” Potters voice rang out from an
entryway to what looked like the kitchen.

“Mr. Potter. Congratulations are in order.” He unshrunk a
box from his pocket, he had the gift wrapped in the store so the
garishly cute colors of the wrapping paper would never need to enter
his house. It was a babies garment.

“You brought a gift? This isn't a shower Severus.” Harry
said, crossing his arms, “What is it?”

“A garment.” Severus set the gift on the mantle, “It
reminded me of Lily.” And it was true. It had. He wouldn't have
bothered otherwise.

“That's surprisingly sweet.” Harry said, smiling. “So.
Back to you being predictable. I moved the party outside not five
minutes ago.”

Severus just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. He was the one
that wanted to talk here.

“Can I call you Severus?”

Severus nodded.

“Sit.”

Severus crossed over to an armchair opposite the couch Harry had
gestured towards and sat down, with a dark flair it felt good to
exercise.

“There is free counseling at St. Mungo's to all that were
affected by Voldemorts actions. So, pretty much free counseling for
all.” Harry smirked, “I wonder if you wouldn't mind
going?”

Snape just blinked, not quite sure how to say 'no' without sounding
like he needed to be convinced otherwise. “I shall consider
it.”

“I mean, I don't just want you to go. I'm in group on Sundays
and Thursdays, and I've coerced most of the old gang into going with
me. It started with Ron and Hermione, they were about to divorce
after only a month of being married. Ron refused to go to marriage
counseling so I kind of guilted them into the group therapy, and it
helped a lot.”

A headache came to Snape's temple, and he rubbed at it, “So.
That's it, is it? You're not quite done saving the wizarding world
quite yet? Now we're all safe and its time to take care of our mental
well being?”

Harry shrugged, “Everyone needs someone to take care of them.
And right now there are a lot of people out there that feel alone.
One twin. One spouse. One friend. Its important that everyone bands
together and we bring fourth the light that we have been fighting
for. No more sitting in the dark.”

Harry was itching his forearms in a peculiar way, it was like his
fingers were trying to strangle his own wrists. Snape looked at him
quizzically, but the boy did not address it.

After a moment of silence, Snape cleared his throat, “I am
sorry Potter. But I will never, never be what you shining people wish
of me. I have molded myself to all the whims of those that are
powerful my whole life and now I will be as I please. Even if all I
want to do is sit in the dark.”

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, flew across the table and pinned
Severus to the armchair he sat at. His eyes were such a dark and
smoldering emerald green Severus gasped a bit, despite the shame he
felt at how thin and weak his shoulders must have felt under the
Golden Boys grasp that usually would have kept his mouth tight and
drawn. “You do brooding so well Severus...” the boy
whispered in his ear, “I do understand you, you know? Look at
us now, in this dark room while all my family and friends are little
more than a few meters away” he took a hand off of on of
Severus's shoulders to rip down the tight fabric around his scars and
clasp his mouth to the newly nude nape of Severus's delicately thin
neck, “But all they can see is blackness in this room, because
they are bathed in light.”

Severus breathed a shuddered breath as flesh that was usually
forbidden from seeing the light of day felt the ministrations of a
hot and eager young mouth. His eyes were wide but he couldn't see
anything, his mind too busy with other sensory perceptions.

“So lonely, Severus?” Harry's voice reached him, almost
taunting in tone, “So lonely that you just accept this?”
he ripped the entire front of his old potion professor's robe down to
his waist, “Or are you just so slutty?”

Severus shuddered at his nudity, under the eyes of someone he didn't
care for, and felt a familiarity in the feeling. “What are you
doing, Potter?”

Even though he had ripped the cloth quite low, the boy snaked his
hands under Severus's robe to rest hot hands on his thighs while his
mouth stayed busy with his upper half, “Something I always
wanted to do.” He nuzzled the fabric aside on Severus's chest
to find and gently bite a nipple. “And if you won't cooperate
and allow yourself to be swooned-”

“Swooned, Potter?”

“Exactly.” The boy grinned, as if pointing out an obvious
problem, “Then my only option is to take what I want. Because I
don't live with regrets, Snape. I had a large one, and now I can make
it right.”

Severus hissed as Harry found his other nipple and bit down hard, his
hands finally making their move, getting closer to Snape and
spreading his legs farther. Another article of his clothing was torn
as Harry was apparently not willing to relinquish his position
kneeling on the floor in front of Severus's chair for even the moment
to would take to slide the older mans underwear from him.

Snape did not really want to do this. His mind was buzzing, as it
trying to find its own opinion and he settled on most of his going
along so far being sick curiosity. He certainly wasn't 'Just so
Slutty', we was a grown man for gods sake and didn't have to take
that kind of insult. Now he had the choice of stopping this, and
retaining some dignity and class, or spreading his legs wide like a
cheap whore and actually getting to have sex for the first time in
what felt like a million years.

He grit his teeth and decided to still the boys hands, but found that
his own long fingers had been magically attached to the armrests on
either side of him, Severus's mind started to panic as his thighs
were grabbed and he was pulled forward so that his butt was halfway
off the sofa, his head nestled upright in the crease of the chair so
that he still looked forward even though most of his body lay flat.
His feet planted on either side of Harry, he tried struggling a bit,
but it didn't take much imagination to see how his slithery struggles
looked through Harry's eyes.

“Listen, Potter-” Snape began to spit, before Harry
lunged his whole body forward in a pounce that scared Severus for a
moment before the Golden Boy's lips locked firmly and passionately to
his. He had brought his hands up as well, grasping Severus's whole
head in two strong hands as he violated his mouth. The older man
couldn't help but feel his arousal lift, his skin start to prickle,
and a hot coil in his belly start to unfurl and take over him. It was
going to make dignity seem a far more fair trade for a fuck.

Their lips parted and Severus gasped turning his head so that Harry
could once again attack his neck. The boys now idle hands delved
behind the cushion to find a tube of lube, which looked unused but
was obviously prepared, as there was no safety seal under the cap.

The Spy in Severus had started to reappear with his sense and logic,
until he watched Harry coat his fingers in the lube and said fingers
plunged under his robe again. “You're so predictable, Severus.”
Harry said with a wide smile.

Severus made a face at him and lifted his bottom to meet the touch of
slippery fingers, “Perhaps you are exceptionally well
prepared.”

“A compliment? Lets not take the romance out of this, shall
we?” Harry said, at the end of his sentence penetrating his
professor with the entirety of his index finger. His other hand left
the forbidden recesses of his Potion Professors robe to stroke the
older mans swollen shaft through the fabric left untorn around his
waist. The boys eyes went a little wide as he weighed the cock in his
hand, squeezing it and running his fist up and down the length of it
through the fine cotton fabric, “I-I think I might need to
issue a compliment.” Harry said, eyeing the bulge as he fondled
it, not being distracted from sliding another finger into Severus.

Severus very nearly blushed. He knew he was well endowed. Every
person he had ever been with had said something about it. The older
man could count on one hand the amount of times he had ever... Used
it... On someone, so to him it had always felt like a waste. A
terribly ego-inflating waste.

Harry looked to be very near salivating, and he lost a bit of
composure as he hiked up Severus's robe with one hand, as the other
was busy ever so delicately massaging his insides with two fingers.

Severus would bet a shiny knut that the boy could rub his belly and
pat his head at the same time.

He finally got enough of the potions professor's excessive amount of
robe up to pool around his torso, revealing the subject of Harry's
current fascination. Severus had to look away to avoid humiliation at
the hungry look in Harry's eyes as they traveled from this tip of his
cock down to the point where Harry's fingers were penetrating him.
Harry's gaze locked on and didn't move as he started to move his
fingers in and out, his other hand now lubed and stroking Severus's
shaft, as he started to rather harshly finger fuck his old potions
professor.

Severus couldn't help but lift his hips and keen like a cat in heat,
realizing his hands had been released as they covered his hot face in
humiliation.

“Aw fuck Sev.” he heard Harry breathe, there was a
strained pain in his voice, he cleared his throat, trying to regain
some semblance of composure, but Severus could see he didn't have it.
His ego did well to see how completely unraveled the boy had become
simply by exploring Severus's body, “I've got to, oh I'm going
to fuck you so hard Sev.”

The boy hooked one of Severus's legs over his shoulder, and dragged
the man further off the armchair onto the Boys cock, sprung from his
pants and eagerly straining upwards.

Severus felt it penetrate him tentatively, the boy was on his knees
but Severus was taller, and this angle allowed him to stop the
penetration as his own knee did hit the floor and could support him.

The older man squirmed, trying to fully impale himself on his
ex-students cock. The slow pace was starting to get to him, he felt
so soft and open and raw and he needed to be pounded, he needed to be
fucked so hard he couldn't catch his breath. With his body twisted at
this angle, and with his form emaciated as it was, each time Harry
plunged forth at a forward angle he would probably see Severus's
lower abdominal flex forward as room inside him was made for the
Golden Boys cock.

The mere thought drove the older man crazy. He made pitiful sounds,
shameful sounds, but they were a step above begging, but he was only
a moment away from that as well.

Finally Harry got the subtle hints Severus was putting forward, the
man almost screamed when Harry swiftly pulled out and plunged back in
to the hilt. Severus was watching his face, he saw the sick interest
in his eyes as he had thrust inside and Severus suspected the boy had
seen what he himself had fantasized about. When the boy placed his
hand just above Severus's pelvis, pressing the warm palm to his
lowest set of abdominal muscles, the older man knew he had seen it.

Harry plunged in again, and Severus felt an obliterating sensation as
Harry's hand guided his own cock as it buried inside Severus, pushing
it... back, ever so slightly so that it rubbed the length of his cock
against the older mans sweet spot, making him gasp and pant.

Only a few more thrusts and Severus had lost it, thrusting back
against Harry so hard the armchair was slowly rocking away from him,
but he didn't care. With something akin to a roar, Harry shoved the
chair away and twisted Snape on to all fours with a hand on his neck,
and in their new position all Severus had to do was focus on not
being inched forward across the floor by the brutal power behind each
thrust inside him. The power was overwhelming, and Severus found the
only way he could breathe was outward on a moan and in with a gasp,
his buttocks beginning to bruise making the pleasure a decadent
bittersweet. His cock had barely been touched since he was penetrated
but he found himself presented with the feeling that if he didn't
hold back this would be over.

Harry pulled himself over Severus's back, to hiss in his ear, “Can
I shoot it inside of you?”

How polite to ask. Would have been what Severus should have said, in
a scathing tone. But instead a raw moan ripped itself from his throat
and he thrust back against Harry and came in thick ropey spurts over
the floor and a little on his own robe.

Harry stayed with his orgasm, adding thrusts directly to his
prostate, extending the feeling of bliss reverberating in Severus,
and finally Harry came within the spent, shivering body of the older
man, moaning out his name as he did so.

Severus had never had a lover do that to him before. Sort of...
extend, his orgasm. Severus was running an appreciative hand through
Harry's hair, as the boy had flipped him and collapsed on top of him.
The older mans nerves felt shot and shaky, and outside of the fiery
emotions of what they had just done he felt fear. For the first time
since Harry's advancement he looked outside to Harry's family and
friends, half expecting to see ten or so hand-cupped faces pressed to
the glass to see what all the noise was about. But it was the same
picture he had seen when he first walked in. Glancing at the clock on
the mantle, he saw that it had only been twenty-seven minutes ago.

Harry finally lifted himself off of Severus, chuckling, “I
really would try to get you to stay for the rest of the festivities
but you look like you'd rather go home.”

Severus sneered, “There's also the matter of my clothes.”

Harry shrugged, “We could fix those. Might not be the prettiest
but-”

Severus stood abruptly, if not a little shakily, trying to find the
armscyes of his torn robe.

As he struggled, Harry lifted himself to sit on the couch, and
reached for Severus, causing the man to stagger over to him. Standing
in front of Harry, with one arm through a robe torn all the way down
the front to his waist, he was the most adorable thing Harry had ever
seen. “I'm gay, you know.” Harry deadpanned.

“I noticed.” Snape said with a bored drawl.

“I'd like to take you on a dinner that doesn't suck. This time
you'll know what my motives are.”

Snape lifted a cruelly curved brow, “Your wife approves of
these little dinners you seem so keen on?”

Harry shrugged, “I got her pregnant practically a few days
after Voldemort went down. And then I married her. And now I've
figured out that was a mistake. But I love my Daughter. I need to
figure out what to do, but staying like this isn't the right thing.”
His eyes met Severus's meaningfully, “No one should have to
live a lie.”

Severus found the other arm hole and avoided Harry's eyes, “I...
I will go. To dinner with you again some time.”

“I'll owl you. It'll be a fancy little invitation. You'll be
astounded by my class.” Harry was obviously loose-tongued after
orgasm. Severus actually gave a chuckle and shook his head, walking
back towards the fireplace.

“See ya sometime next week, Severus.”

Severus nodded, and threw the floo powder into the fireplace, falling
back to the sanctuary of Spinners End.

… I create porn. I don't really have much love for...
stories. I mean I do. But really only if they center around the porn.
So I would really love feedback on my writing, because I do want to
write better. But I'm never going to write, draw, or read anything
but porn. Just know that. I'm surprised I went one whole chapter
before porn. There will be more. And I'll post a link to the little
smutfest comic that I drew that inspired this, once I have the pages
linked together.

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