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All Forms of Caution	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“We both remember that first time when Snape turned up and claimed Harry. We were terrified that Harry was in some real trouble, but no matter what spells we tried, we couldn't get in to him. Now, of course, we know they were beginning the Bonding ritual, but at the time we had no idea.”
Ronald Weasley, interviewed for 'The Veela Who Lived?'

A battering at the door of Twelve, Grimmauld Place froze Ron, Hermione and Harry. Who knew where they were? They had hidden their location, even from Order members, so who was pounding so insistently upon the door now?
Ron opened it, pushing past Harry to prevent him doing so. He gaped in terror seeing Severus Snape standing there, half naked, silver wings folding behind his body.
“Mine!” Snape cried, seeing Harry. He pushed past Ron and grabbed Harry, pulling him backwards up the stairs and into a bedroom.
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The bedroom door had been locked, warded, and a silencing spell cast so that no-one outside could hear anything, and none of the no doubt vicious comments about him could be heard inside.
Harry was completely shell-shocked, not sure what had him most off balance – Dumbledore's killer here (he had been told of the plan so knew Snape hadn't murdered the older wizard); the fact Snape was half naked; his wings; or the odd bird-like noises coming from him in between possessive cries of “Mine!”. He staggered to a wall and pressed his back against it.
“What's … Why are you … What do you mean …?” Unable to get a coherent thought out – the bird noises were making him desperately aroused – Harry tried several question starts hoping Snape would stop the odd sounds and use words.
Severus spread his wings, an odd, almost shy expression on his face. Harry stared at them, fascinated. He would never have believed anything could be so beautiful. He longed to touch them and stroke them, rub his face against them and gently finger them so that the stray feathers all lay smoothly. His fingers twitched but he stayed still, green eyes huge.
“I claim you as my Bond-Mate,” Severus said, speaking the formal words. Then, seeing the total incomprehension on Harry's face, he explained, “I'm part Veela. I've known that my entire life, and Veela don't marry or date. They Bond. For life. A Veela knows when it is time to claim their Bond-Mate and you are mine. I have known that since I first saw you at Hogwarts. But I knew then that it was not the time to claim you.”
Staring in horror, Harry whispered, “You … you fancied me when I was eleven?! That's sick!”
Snape made a harsh cry and Harry winced, feeling he had been rebuked, even if he didn't understand the language. “I felt no such emotion. I merely knew that you belonged to me. Or, rather, that you would belong to me some day.”
“I don't belong to you!” Harry snapped, eyes burning with anger. “I'm not an item you can pass around. And even if I were, there's no way I'd choose you! I'm not gay, I'm not Veela, and I'm not interested!”
A dangerous screeching came from Severus; it was a sound that made Harry want to drop to his knees and beg forgiveness, but he clutched at the wall and swallowed hard, although his legs trembled and his eyes warily watched the winged man.
Snape's gaze was intense on Harry. He saw the way the boy's knees shook as though he knew he should be kneeling. It surprised him. It meant …
“You're Veela too,” he said, sounding surprised.
Harry did a quick spin on the spot. “Do you see any wings?!” he snapped sarcastically. “And I'm not chirping like a damned pigeon!”
A cry that definitely didn't sound like a pigeon - an eagle or a hawk perhaps - burst from Snape and Harry pressed his lips together, knowing he was in trouble.
Severus moved and his wings tucked themselves tidily behind his back. Then he walked over to Harry and stood toe to toe with him. “You've never climaxed, have you?” his voice lacked any sense of mocking or taunting.
“What? Of course I have!”
Snape shook his head. “No. You can understand me when I speak Veela. Perhaps you don't know what the words mean yet, but you know their intent and the gist. If that's the case, even without wings, you are Veela, and that means you've never been able to come. Veela can only come with their Bond-Mate.”
Harry stared wide-eyed at Snape. “You've never …?” he gasped. “Never?!”
“Never. But I will soon. With you.”
The intensity of Snape's gaze terrified Harry and he longed to be further away from the half naked body. Snape seemed to sense it and backed off.
“I'm serious,” Harry began, “I'm not gay. I don't want any thing like that. So, this Bond thing is going to fail. I'm never going to want what you want.” Feeling lost in a clearly insane world, Harry hoped that he was going to wake up and find out this had all been some weird dream.
Severus held his head on one side, rather like a bird, and seemed to be considering. Then he stepped in again and brushed his lips across Harry's. “Mine,” he whispered, pressing more firmly, “Mine,” he repeated before his tongue swept over the younger man's dry mouth, “Mine,” he insisted before he thrust his tongue in and claimed Harry's mouth.
Pinned against the wall, Harry could only stand there and let the other kiss him. Of course, he didn't have to open his mouth or willingly kiss Severus back, and he pretended he had done neither of those things when Snape at last pulled back, eyes shining silver-black as he surveyed his Bond-Mate.
“Mine,” Severus said, smiling.
“I'm not,” Harry insisted, angry at himself for kissing a man and enjoying it, and angry that his wishes were being over-ruled. He'd had enough of that for a lifetime, and if Snape thought he'd allow anyone to make any decision about his life without his input ever again, he was going to be sorely mistaken.
Snape began making the arousing bird noises again and Harry groaned, turning his head to one side and shutting his eyes. Anything to curb his desire to kiss Severus, to push his achingly hard length against the other man, and to cling on as he came all over the other man's body. Mine, Harry thought suddenly, his body is mine.
Lips were pressing against his neck and hands were sliding under his top. He raised his arms to ease his disrobing and hated himself for it. But he seemed helpless to resist the bird song. When hands reached for his belt, he moaned and bit his lip. Tears spilled from his eyes as his clothes were removed and he was left standing in his socks, his cock hard and aching, his nipples taut and needy, his mouth soft and tingling. His body yearned to be touched and filled and claimed.
“Please,” he whispered, loathing his weakness, “please,”
“Admit it,” Severus whispered back. No part of him touched Harry. “You have to admit it before I can claim you.”
Head shaking violently from side to side, Harry sobbed, “I can't! I'm not yours to claim! Please don't ask.”
The bird noises were back and Harry's dick jerked in time with them. He was getting more and more aroused and he had to come. He had to. His balls clenched, but no seed released. Screaming, Harry burst out, “Damn you! Yes! Yes! Yours! Now do something about it!”
Severus leaned in and kissed Harry with all the contained passion he felt. Opening his mouth, the younger man slid his tongue into the hot mouth, aching to be close to the other wizard. He pressed up, cock jerking, and his hands slid around the back to clutch at the large wings. Stroking them made him whimper with need and he begged around the tongue still stroking his mouth.
Snape pressed close, his own heated body now flush with Harry's, and he smoothed his hands over the golden skin, rubbing at the sharp ridges under the skin where the shoulder blades were. His hands slid down and cupped the buttocks, one finger easing between the muscles to stroke the entrance. He felt slickness there and had to bite back a groan. Tugging his lips free he span Harry around and dropped to his knees. Pushing the buttocks apart he began lapping at the fluid oozing out of the younger man's body.
Above him, Harry's fingers spread and clutched at the wall. He'd never imagined such pleasure could exist; never thought such ecstasy possible, but now, feeling himself tasted and aroused, he wanted nothing more than to allow his Bond-Mate into his body.
“Please,” he gasped, “please!”
Snape moved away and turned Harry to face him again. This time he wrapped his lips around the throbbing penis and poked one digit into the tight channel, working it in and out, loving the way his partner rocked up with each thrust, and sobbed his desire as one hand clenched in the black hair, and the other stroked the strut of one raised wing.
Shrieking, Harry spurted into Severus' mouth. He sagged and panted for breath, needing more than even that climax.
Snape lapped at the fluid, enjoying the taste of the one man he was meant to be with. His own cock was swollen and aching, but he knew there was no need to worry; he would release his seed within the younger man's body and complete his side of the claim. Easing his finger out, he guided Harry to the bed and lay him on his back. He wanted this beautiful man to see who was taking him, to enjoy the feeling of possession.
Eager, the younger wizard lay back, green eyes sheened with silver, and gazed fixedly at Snape. Harry spread his legs, raising his hips instinctively to allow the other man easy access. His cock was swelling again, arousal burning through him to be claimed.
Severus threw off his few clothes and gave his Bond-Mate an intense look. Soon he would be deep inside, claiming the tight body, and he ached to do so. Settling on his knees between Harry's legs, he smoothed his hands over the inner thighs, loving the feel of the soft skin there, loving even more the knowledge that no other had ever touched these places.
Holding his shaft, he bent over and began guiding himself in. The tightness of the channel squeezed him and drew him in more and more. When he was at last fully inside, he kissed his lover's lips, senses filled with Harry: his pants, the sight of his flushed cheeks, the smell of his skin, the feel of his body around his dick, even the taste of him as remnants of the younger man's liquid still filled his mouth.
He didn't move. Neither man shifted at all. Severus claimed the delicious mouth and kissed as the tip of his cock swelled almost to the size of a bludger, gripped by the tight body and filling the cavity beyond that wanted him. With no word, his seed exploded out of him, splattering the insides of his Bond-Mate. After that, he began thrusting, his prick rubbing the channel, finding the ring of sensitivity that made intercourse so pleasurable for their kind.
Harry howled at the feeling of being so aroused. His penis twitched and jerked with each thrust of Snape's dick, and he felt his climax approaching. Unlike being alone and touching himself, he felt his seed burning up his length from his clenching balls to spurt over their sweaty bodies. Inside him, Severus drove his cock in again and again, feeling the swelling of his tip. He shoved in hard, end painful, and came a second time, claiming the insides as thoroughly as possible.
Tired, but contented in a way he'd never felt before, Snape collapsed onto the younger man's body and gasped for breath, lips still searching for the mouth he owned.
With the passion of sex gone, Harry felt shame burning in him. How could he have had sex with another man? With Snape?! It was sick. He pushed at the older man's body and untangled himself. He'd never felt so ill.
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