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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter two: It's just easier than dealing with the pain

Harry, exhausted by the scene in the living room, fell asleep with little problem. It was the first time since he had returned to Grimmauld Place that he'd done so without cutting or collaring himself. He barely moved for an hour, drained by too many bad nights, and woke up, wondering why he felt so strange. It was then he realised he didn't have the metal band tight around his neck. Frowning, he tried to remember what he had done before he had slept – his skin wasn't hurting as if he'd cut himself (generally, during the night, the blood clotted and stuck to the sheets; waking he would pull and rip the desperately healing flesh) but he couldn't possibly have slept without something to control him.

And then he remembered.

He stretched in his bed, fingers scratching his stomach. He stopped quickly as the tips were grazed and sore, his nails ragged. It all came back to him then – his terrible behaviour where he had begged Snape to fuck him, and the older man's response. His face flamed with embarrassment: he had been rejected because Snape thought he knew what was best for Harry.

Ha.

Angry now, Harry pushed the sheets back and pulled on some trousers. If he was going to tell Snape exactly what he thought of him for daring to try to control him (But isn't that what you want? a voice insidiously whispered) then he wasn't going to do it half dressed. He had been treated like a child long enough: Dumbledore had kept things from him, Snape had just made decisions for him (And you've slept without hurting yourself the voice reminded him)... well, no more. This was his house, and his needs and desires came first.

Having made that decision, Harry stomped down the stairs, wondering where he would find his 'guest'.

Snape sat at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. He seemed older than Harry had remembered; weaker, far more vulnerable. It made Harry's anger stronger seeing the other man's frailty.

“Why are you sitting there like that?” he asked, voice harsher than he intended. He ignored Snape and filled a glass with water. Drinking it down he slammed the tumbler down with unnecessary force, rage suddenly consuming him.

“Feeling like a hero now?” he snarled, “Well, you've done your rescuing of a hopeless case, so you can piss off!”

“I'm no hero,” Snape croaked, “Even ignoring what went on at Malfoy Manor, I'm no hero. You deserve better.”

“Yeah? Well, I'm no hero either!” Harry snapped, glowering dangerously. “So maybe we belong together after all.” He gave the other wizard a long look, “Oh, but I forgot, you've decided I'm not ready for sex. So, back at the Manor, did I seem ready then? You know, just so I know for reference what counts in your eyes as 'being ready'. I seem to recall begging you not to. Is that it? Is that the trigger to make you think I want sex?”

Snape recoiled from the crashing waves of words that slammed into him. He gasped for breath, drowning under the weight of his own shame and guilt, and the terrible knowledge that Harry couldn't just be allowed to heal, he still had a Dark Lord to defeat, and his own death to face.

He turned tortured eyes to the younger man, longing to heal the damage done. But no flick of the wrist could help here. Actually... his eyes spied the bulge in Harry's trousers. Maybe a flick of the wrist could help. He stood up and walked slowly over to Harry. For a long while he just looked down at the shorter wizard, then he reached out and rubbed against the hidden hardness. The reaction was instant.

Harry thrust his hips forward and grabbed Snape's hand, guiding it into his clothing to touch his naked flesh.

Eagerly, Snape curled his palm around the shaft, enjoying the heat and hardness. He began a steady rhythm, wanting to give Harry as much joy as possible, but not take too long and cross the line into torment.

The hips moved with him, Harry clutching Snape's arms for balance as he lifted onto his toes, wanting more and more movement. He moaned and whimpered, semen slicking his dick so that the touch became easier, his prick sliding within the hot tight grip, and suddenly he was shuddering, his seed bursting out of him, a cry of surprise and relief on his lips.

Sticky with Harry's come, Severus felt an almost overwhelming desire to end the spell on his cock and plunge it into the tight hole. And, he nearly groaned, it would be tight. Harry hadn't been used for sex for over a month.

Pulling his trousers back into place, Harry wobbled to a chair and sank into it, lax. He was smiling softly.

Snape washed his hand, knowing that if he sampled Harry's essence, his already shaky resolve would give out and he would fuck the man. He stood at the sink, taking a few calming breaths before he turned around to face this infuriating wizard.

Harry was watching him closely.

“I said we wouldn't have sex,” Snape said, a little shakily, “but I am happy to pleasure you until such time as you are ready for intercourse again.”

“What do I do to prove I'm ready?” Harry asked.

Severus Snape considered. “Why do you cut yourself?” he questioned.

“Does it matter? Order me to stop.”

Pacing, short, jerky movements, took the potions master around the large space. “Is that why? You want control? You want to feel in control? And hurting yourself is you doing it, so you are making the choices, not someone making them for you? But, in that case, why are you so desperate for me to resume ruling your life?”

“Have you ever considered I might like the taste of blood?” Harry asked snidely, “That in that room with you, I learnt to bleed and like it?”

Snape stilled, thinking back over their time in that trap: Harry biting his lip and blood gushing over his chin, Harry chewing again and again on the damaged lip and then sucking the flesh. This was something he had trained Harry to do! This was his fault! And now he had to somehow undo the damage.

“Did you bleed when I just touched you?”

Harry ran his tongue over his lip. “No,” his voice held astonishment.

“Good. You can enjoy sex without bleeding. You can feel pleasure without needing to contrast it with pain. That then, will show you are ready: when your wounds have healed, and I am sure that for at least three months after you have not harmed yourself, and not needed violence or submission when I service you.”

“You deserve better than me,” Snape said sadly, “but you seem not to know it, so I suppose I will have to do.”
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