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Beyond All Morals	By : Tokugawa-Blitzer Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 21610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Harry Strikes Back

Harry threw himself on the couch in the common room, huffing in irritation.

Snape had made a point to completely avoid him since their little bathroom adventure- and frankly, Harry wanted to kill something. He didn't even get his date! It had been just over a month since the welcoming feast, and Snape was acting like nothing had happened.

In potions, Snape ignored him completely. No scathing remarks about how utterly hopeless he was at brewing, or the fact that he still couldn't slice and dice correctly. He blew up a cauldron... more than one cauldron in fact, and didn't even receive a detention.

The other students found it creepy that he hadn't punished Harry yet- there was a betting pool set up and a majority of the student body placed bets on how long it would take for Snape to finally go nuclear on him. Harry's odds weren't good.

His house mates found it very amusing; they had even been trying to coax him into doing terrible things during the Gryffindor/Slytherin potions class. Apparently, just because Snape had been ignoring Harry specifically and no one else, it meant that he could get away with some fun house shenanigans.

This morning, Harry had been particularly awful.

In an attempt to finally capture Snape's attention, Harry called him a 'bloody git'. Alright…so he might have screamed 'Stop ignoring me you bloody git!' at the top of his lungs as he chased the Potions Master into the nearly full Great Hall. Everyone went deathly still, expecting the meltdown at any second. Snape just kept on walking- like Harry wasn't even there.

Nothing horrible happened.

Unless you count that glare he got from McGonagall, and Harry was pretty certain he saw Dumbledore shake with laughter. It was positively infuriating! What did he have to do to get the Professor's unwavering attention?

Harry hadn't figured that bit out yet, but he was going to make a hell of an effort to finally get the man to stop ignoring him. Even if it meant death, or bodily harm; whichever came first.

Harry figured that Snape just wanted to ignore the problem altogether, but why even start something he didn't want to finish? After all, Snape was the one who snuck up behind him and practically assaulted him. Why would the man do that and they pretend nothing had happened? He would have to rely on the guile of his Slytherin side to win the man over. Harry's lips upturned into an evil grin.

This was going to be fun.

It was lunch time and students were trickling into the Great Hall. Harry and company sat at the Gryffindor table eating their lunch when Professor Snape walked through the open doors and stalked towards the head table. Harry didn't bother to turn his head or bat an eyelash, but the corner of his lips twitched as he held back a defiant smirk.

Oh, did he have a plan.

Severus found the action rather odd, perhaps Potter finally got the hint. Merlin knows it had taken him long enough.

When Snape was situated in his seat, he filled his plate with food. A single owl barreled into the hall, heading straight for his place at the table, landing on a clear spot next to his plate. The bird was a plain school owl with an unmarked bit of parchment tied to it leg. Severus took the note curiously from the bird and shooed it away.

The note read:

You can't ignore it forever, Snape.

Perhaps a bit of color will remind you of me...

Severus felt his scalp tingle with magic, and he heard a snort of laughter from McGonagall. The students sitting at the Slytherin table noticed the change second- their faces all held looks of contempt and horror.

It didn't take long for the rest of the students to catch on, and the hall erupted with roaring laughter from all the students except Slytherin. The Professors tried their best to keep their snorts and chuckles to themselves, though Hagrid could be heard well over the rest of the students. It was very obvious that Albus was getting a good laugh in as well.

Severus was still clueless as to what the hell was so funny, his look was so quizzical that Minerva took it upon herself to transfigure her spoon into a mirror. She held it up to his face as he peered into it.

He looked quite ill as he stared at his hair, now bright red with golden streaks.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and crumpled the parchment, balling it up into his fist.

Potter.

Harry quickly entered the potions classroom as Ron and Hermione followed, still laughing hysterically. They sat at their usual table near the back of the room, furthest away from the Slytherins.

"I wonder if Snape's hair is still red and gold. It was bloody brilliant, mate." Ron managed to blurt out before be erupted into laughter again.

"Harry that was a horrible thing to do. Really, the Professor ignoring you has bothered you so much that you decided to charm his hair into Gryffindor colors?" She scolded him for the fiftieth time since lunch.

"Oh come on, he's had it coming for years. Besides nothing happened to me, again! I am going to take advantage of this, 'Mione." He didn't particularly want to take advantage of causing trouble for Snape, but what was a hormonal young man to do when a possible love interest was purposely ignoring him?

She rolled her eyes, boys were as clever as trolls, though at times she'd bet on the trolls…

The door swung open and banged up against the wall, making a loud noise which caused students to jump in their seats. Snape glided to the front of the room in practiced elegance. Harry found it very sexy, the way he walked and the way his robes snapped behind him, the commanding posture he used.

He was a walking wet dream, and it made Harry shiver with desire.

"Damn, he managed to fix his hair." He heard Ron mutter as Severus started talking.

Harry stopped paying attention to what was being said and instead focused on the sound that the man's voice made, and not the actual words. The voice itself was silky and deep- he remembered how dangerously soft it got, and how it purred into his ear as they fucked. How it turned him into a lusty whore, begging to be taken. It made him unbelievably hard just listening to the man.

Those lips- Merlin those amazing lips. Thin and acerbic, speaking in sarcastic riddles, spinning you around with insults. Those delightfully sinful lips paired with that absolutely mischievous tongue, devouring every inch of his exposed heated flesh. Kissing him till he was breathless. Doing unspeakable things to his nether regions.

How could he forget about those large hands adorned with those long, meticulous fingers? They trailed fire along his body, boiling his blood as it ran through his veins. He remembered the way they twisted wonderfully inside of his body, driving him mad. The way they soothed his writhing insanity with soft caresses.

Harry shivered. His pants had become extremely tight thinking about the many features of his Potions Master. He'd become so distracted in fact that he hadn't realized that man stopped talking and had moved to his desk to do some grading.

Harry took out a bit of parchment and started drawing on it. He poked his tongue out of his mouth and scrunched his face in concentration, focusing on the details of his creation. Ron tried to lean in to see what Harry was doing but his attempts were all denied, this wasn't a classroom appropriate picture, and his best friend certainly wouldn't appreciate what he would see.

Adding the last bit of detail to the picture, he charmed it to animate then folded it into an airplane. With as much precision as he could offer, and the added help of some magic, it was sent gliding over to where Snape was perched on his chair, ignoring the class room. It collided with the man's forehead and dropped down on to the parchment he was currently marking. He sent it a menacing glare before picking it up and unfolding it.

Harry couldn't read the dozens of expressions that were quickly passing across Snape's face as he looked upon the detailed picture depicting a stick figure Severus fucking stick figure Harry over the top of the Headmaster's desk.

Some students were looking between both Snape and Harry as the note was read; in complete shock that Harry had not been immediately cursed or sentenced to detention.

After a couple minutes of staring at the bit of parchment, Severus set it on the edge of his desk and incinerated it without so much as a sneer in Harry's direction. Harry growled and muttered 'git' under his breath, packing up his things as he stormed out of the room without any protests.

The rest of the class was in awe.

It was now dinner time as Harry sat dejectedly at the Gryffindor table, pushing around the food on his plate morosely. He ignored the class mates that talked about what happened at lunch and then what happened during the Slytherin/Gryffindor potions class. He also ignored all the questions about what was wrong, if he was alright, and if he had anymore plans to bother Snape.

"Think of it this way mate, you don't have to worry about getting into trouble for every little thing for the rest of your days in school!" Ron tried to reassure his friend, but Harry shrugged it off.

This continued throughout most of the meal until a rolled up parchment appeared, floating in front of Harry's face. He snatched it quickly from the air, desperately hoping that it was a missive from Snape.

The note read:

I often find that to overcome Severus' stubborn personality some force is required for him to see reason.

In your case Harry, it would be best if it was hands on.

~Albus

Harry blinked and read the note through a couple more times before looking up at the Head Table. When his eyes met the Headmaster's- they were twinkling relentlessly.

So he had figured it out then...

Harry's completely obvious passes to get Snape's attention had caught the attention of the Headmaster. He thanked his lucky stars that no one else put two and two together. Albus gave him a knowing wink and went back to eating his strawberry cheesecake.

Harry now knew what he had to do.

"I'll see you guys later, I've got some things to take care of!" Harry sprung out of his seat and ran out of the great hall before anyone could say anything.

He really should have thought of this in the first place.

Harry paced the empty class room nervously. Dinner should be wrapped up by now and Snape should be heading this way very shortly. This was the perfect place for an ambush, and this time Harry would get Severus' attention, whether he liked it or not! This was justified after all, Snape had started it and he aimed to...well...do something about it!

He didn't actually want it finished at any rate. Harry tried to dance around a bit to limber out before he had to spring his trap.

"Come on Harry, don't get cold feet now. He brought this on himself! You just need to show him what's what." Harry mumbled reassurances to himself, shaking his arms loose.

His heart clenched and his stomach dropped when he heard that familiar foot fall echo into the room- Severus was coming.

He sneaked over to the door and pressed himself up against the wall, waiting for the man to get closer. He was trembling with anticipation, practically shuddering with each foot step, counting down with each step.

As the Potions Master walked past the open door way of the empty classroom, Harry silently stepped out, pointing his wand at his professor as he muttered a Petrificus Totalus, petrifying Snape. This caused him to topple over onto his back, so caught off guard that he didn't have time to register the spell.

He was in the hands of his attacker.

Harry smirked, checking it off on his mental to-do list. He strode quickly over to the prone figure of Severus Snape, hooking his hands under the man's armpits and dragging him towards the classroom. Harry would have used a spell to move the Potions Master, but he figured it was pretty impersonal- especially for the naughty things he had planned.

As they entered Harry, spelled the door closed and made sure to lock it up tightly. He began speaking to Snape, dragging him to the middle of the room.

"You know, Snape, you've been driving me mad since that night in the girl's lavatory." He released the man's body and started walking around his prisoner. Eying him with a passionate hunger.

"I really don't appreciate you going to great lengths just to ignore little 'ole me." He tried to be as dramatic as possible, using a pouty face and sighing like a school girl. "It pains me that you don't even punish me anymore!"

"I am very sorry that it had to come to this, Severus." Harry purred out his name in the most arousing way possible. "You reap what you sow after all." Harry chuckled darkly before straddling Severus' waist.

Though Severus was petrified, he was completely aware of himself and his surroundings. He could feel Harry's clothed erection pressing into his stomach as the young man leaned down to ghost his soft lips over his face.

He could feel the heat radiating off of Harry's aroused body. Mother of Merlin what was he thinking, ignoring such a beautiful man in the first place? He wasn't thinking at all, he felt mildly ashamed of how this all began in the first place. Especially now that Harry had began showing a greater interest in him.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Harry move about on top of him. Harry had adjusted his body so that his pelvis could grind his cock into Severus'. His head thrown back with the friction, small gasps escaping from that sweet mouth. It was slow torture watching as Harry shed his clothes, piece by piece.

The vest went first, followed by the slow unbuttoning of his shirt. Harry kept his eyes on Severus' the whole time, licking his dry lips as if he was preparing to eat the main course of a meal.

Those fingers slowly popped the buttons out of the slits, exposing the creamy skin of the boy's chest. Harry shrugged off the shirt and ran his hands over his bare skin, playing with his nipples, dipping fingers into his naval. Severus watched as the muscles danced under the touches.

Bloody fucking tease was his only thought, and his conscience mocked his stupidity.

"Enjoying the show, Professor?" Harry smirked and got up off his captive Potions Master. "There is plenty more, don't worry." He chuckled.

Harry toed out of his shoes and socks, kicking them away while he played with the fastenings of his trousers, staring Snape straight in the eye.

"I always thought that going commando was pretty silly," Harry said undoing the button of his pants, "I never saw the logic in it but now I understand why people do it." Harry pulled the zipper down then bringing his hands up to his hips where the loose pants hung.

"I find that I quite like going commando, there is something very liberating about it. It's exciting really."

Harry hooked his thumbs into his trousers and began pulling them down, wiggling his hips as they slipped towards the floor. If it were possible for Severus, he would have groaned in appreciation for the strip tease, this young man was absolutely filthy!

Harry's erection sprang free of the only piece of clothing that held it at bay, no underwear in sight. The trousers pooled at his feet and Harry toed out of them, kicking them away like his shoes and socks.

He took his place back on Snape, straddling his hips once more.

"Just think, between then and now we could have fucked in all kinds of fascinating places. I've recently had a dream of us doing it on the Headmaster's desk, perhaps on your desk, in the great hall... The options are vast." Harry began his grinding again, rubbing his hands all over the Potion Master's chest.

"I've had fantasies of myself sitting under your desk during your lessons, sucking you off in front of your students," Harry moaned and arched his back as he relived his dreams, "Of us fucking in the shadows of a corridor, silencing charms absent and getting caught by another professor. There have been many times I've thought of you chaining me up and doing the most sinful things to my body, denying me release, denying me your beautiful prick."

Gods if Harry kept this up while he was unable to move he was going to explode- but said student had no intentions of letting his prisoner go just yet.

"I've discovered that touching myself isn't as effective since you deflowered me. You were my first after all. Don't get me wrong, I find masturbation very enjoyable but it can't compare with the real thing."

Harry summoned the small jar of salve from the folds of his discarded robes, and he held it out so the Potions Master could see the label. "I pilfered this from your private stores while you were ignoring me, I've since fallen in love with its effects. Fingering myself has become so much more enjoyable with this stuff. I suppose I am a little grateful that you've been trying to avoid me."

That blasted brat! How dare he steal from Severus.

Snape wanted to be angry, he really did, but his effort came to a screeching halt when Harry lifted himself up onto his knees as he screwed off the jar's lid. He coated the fingers of his right hand generously in the cream colored salve. Harry twisted his body a bit to get in a good position; he brought a digit to the pucker of his arse and traced it lightly with his lubed finger.

He pressed it in past the guardian ring until he was knuckle deep. He wiggled his hips as he fucked himself on his own finger, while questing for his prostate.

He added another digit to the first, twisting and rubbing. The sounds that filled the room were erotic and hot, especially when the third finger joined the other two. He thrust himself forwards and backwards, letting his fingers brush the bundle of nerves at random intervals, spurring his climax and denying him pleasure all at the same time. The torture was magnificent.

"Mmm— Sev'rus!...Hnnng..."

Harry's left hand didn't have plans to keep still. Starting from the jugular vein of his throat Harry trailed his hand slowly down his front, reaching his groin and avoiding it for the moment. He nudged his testicles to the side and let his fingers gently massage his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside as well as on the inside.

Harry gazed into Severus' eyes, giving him an innocent smirk. He removed the fingers from his asshole and let the same hand grip his cock firmly, letting his left hand move up to cradle his balls.

He began stroking himself, slowly at first, and rolling his testicles between the pads of his fingers. Harry broke his gaze for a moment, letting his head fall backwards, a long sigh leaving his lips as he fondled himself. Severus' insides were doing flip flops, he knew what Harry planned to do.

He wanted it to happen, badly.

Harry brought his head back down and stared at Snape again, speaking to him in a husky voice, "Dare me to cum on your face, Sev'rus?"

Gods, his mouth was filthy.

He loved that mouth; he wanted to taste that mouth. The Potion Master's eyes glinted with unadulterated desire- it was enough of an answer for Harry so he sped up his stroking.

With a strangled yell of Severus' name, Harry's climax racked his body, his cock spurting white hot cum all over the man's face.

Harry let himself sag forwards, his arms holding him up as he caught his breath, admiring his handy work. He quite liked the way Snape looked with cum on his face, it was absolutely arousing.

"You look positively edible like that, you know. In fact…I think I'll have a taste." He grinned and leaned forward a bit more, sticking his pink tongue out to lap up some of the seed on Snape's face.

He hummed in delight.

"I taste rather sweet..." Harry didn't stop there, he dutifully cleaned every last bit of cum that made it onto Snape's face- relishing the bittersweet taste of himself.

"I think you need to taste this too, wouldn't you agree, Professor? Finite Incantatem."

The spell Snape was under lifted, and the man immediately shot up and grabbed at Harry's hips as he growled. He was fucking hard, and he wanted Harry now.

"You have a very very filthy mouth, Mr. Potter. I'll have to punish you..." Severus purred and claimed Harry's lips with his own. The kiss was hard and brutal, teeth nipped at lips and tongues wrestled each other fiercely. Harry wrapped his arms around the Potion Master's neck, holding him as close as possible as they snogged viciously.

Eventually Snape managed to untangled one of Harry's arms from his neck, breaking the kiss for a moment so he could lube up the young man's right fingers again, "Pleasure yourself again, Potter." He commanded Harry, who was all too happy to oblige.

Severus began kissing Harry again, as he covered his own fingers in the salve. Potter snuck a finger past the ring of muscle again and was soon joined by a questing finger belonging to Severus.

Harry's noises were devoured greedily by the Potion Master's mouth, as more fingers were added to that voracious hole. Harry rocked himself back and forth, impaling his body on not only his fingers but those of his lover.

It was unbelievably stimulating.

Severus tore away from that naughty mouth and busied himself with sucking on Harry's neck and collar bone, leaving angry red hickeys as he went.

"You're wearing way too much clothing, Sev'rus." Harry spoke in panted breaths, removing his fingers from his arsehole.

"It's entirely your fault, after all. I was brought in here against my own will, petrified might I add." Severus purred into Harry's ear, taking his wand in hand and banishing his clothing; setting his wand aside afterward.

Skin on skin contact made both their bodies tingle, and Harry's cock came back to life as Severus prodded the boy's prostate.

"Fuck." Came the vocal response. "Fill me, Sev'rus. Need you inside...Oh fuck me!"

"So filthy, and very needy. What were you thinking when you dragged me in here, hmm?" Severus chuckled as he pried himself from Harry, lying down on his back again. "If you want me inside then do it yourself. Finish what you started, Potter."

Potter groaned as he positioned himself over top of Severus' cock, rubbing his bottom on the head, teasing him again.

"Stop being a tease Potter and get to it." Snape hissed, swatting Harry's bottom in the process.

He wanted the boy now.

"Yeah, and I'm needy one." Harry snorted.

In one swift move Harry impaled himself on that rock hard shaft- both men wailing obscenities. This had been just as intense as the first time they had sex, however the change made this a whole hell of a lot better.

The salve that Snape had created made Harry's insides and Snape's dick tingle and throb in the most delicious ways, their bodily contact was the catalyst in the chemical reaction- it was glorious.

Harry moved back and forth, riding him hard, and it was Snape's turn to moan and gasp. He fucking loved this; sex with Harry was sending him to places he never remembered reaching before.

"H-Harry...nnng...Oh god!"

Snape gripped Harry's hips almost painfully as let his head loll- he was quickly approaching his climax. If Harry kept moving like he was right now he was going to explode and he didn't care if it was inside Potter or all over himself.

Harry brought a hand to his weeping cock, bringing himself to climax all over Snape's belly and chest. The shudders and spasms were working their way through his body and Severus could feel the muscles clench around his erection as Harry moved.

"Harry...I-I'm..." With a strangled cry and a hard thrust upward Severus let the contracting muscles bring him to completion. Letting Harry's body milk him dry, spurting his seed inside.

Harry collapsed onto Snape, catching his breath as he nuzzled the man's neck lovingly.

"You know Snape, this really isn't how dating is suppose to work. The fucking comes after the third date." Harry stated cheekily.

Snape smacked Harry's arse again before wrapping his arms around the boys middle, hugging him closer to his body.

"I don't believe you deserve anything after all the trouble you've caused. I don't appreciate my hair being turned red and gold for four hours, and that's just one of many on the list I've been keeping. Don't think I've forgotten."

Harry groaned.

"I think this little stunt has nullified at least…half the stuff I've done...right?" Harry asked innocently as he sucked on Snape's -post sex- sensitive neck.

"Mmmm, I suppose it has. Speaking of, this was much too Slytherin for you to dream up on your own. I can only imagine how you got the idea..." Severus trailed off, hoping to get some form of answer without having to directly ask the boy.

"Nope! This was entirely my idea. Although, Dumbledore mentioned to me in passing that to make you see reason I needed to use a little bit of…force…of the hands on variety."

"That meddling codger!" Severus growled, Harry just laughed.

"Next time we're doing this in Dumbledore's office." The young wizard added suggestively.

Severus laughed and buried himself in Harry's shoulder, trying to picture Albus' expression if he were to walk in on them fucking.

Author's Notes

This chapter was Beta'd and Polished by PinkJinx876
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