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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Here's a nice long one for you. Enjoy! (This is where most of the warnings kick in.)

Chapter 23

A thunder clap broke the stillness of the room as the couple apparated in. The boy's strong, young arms clung to Snape and he leaned up to kiss him. Snape's heart soared. This was incredible. How do I deserve this? He's here, with me, in my living room. Oh, Merlin, how do I deserve him? This is unreal. Please, don't let this end...

“Harry...” Snape gasped, whispering the name into the hair over Harry's ear, his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. There was still a part of him that screamed that he didn't deserve to be loved, let alone loved unconditionally, as Harry seemed to, and that this could never last. Besides, this was still a student, his student. How could he possibly justify this? Someday, probably long after he had lost himself to this relationship, Harry would change his mind and hurt him deeply. But right now, he didn't dare indulge that voice. Right now, all he could think of was that Harry, at least in this moment, seemed dedicated to this, to him.

“Yes, Sev'rus?” Harry murmured back.

“Do you want... I mean...” Snape stammered; finding, for the first time since his childhood, that he couldn't find the words to express himself. The doubt surged in his mind, warning him that Harry, and this relationship, were destroying the very essence of what made him unique.

“Severus. It's okay. I'm nervous too...” Harry soothed, his voice shaking just a little toward the end of his statement. He didn't know exactly what to do next, but he knew he wanted to go through with it.

Something new welled up inside Snape. He found himself wanting to protect and encourage Harry. He leaned down to kiss the boy and his heart jumped when the boy met him half way. Without breaking the kiss, Snape started guiding him through the house toward the bedroom. He wanted to share everything he had with his boy, but right now, he didn't want anything more than to have this boy writhing under him on the bed he hadn't used in what seemed like forever. He was confused for a moment when Harry's hands left his face. He gasped when he felt the boy's hands on his waistband, pulling at his shirt. Brilliant green eyes looked up at him. Dear Merlin, when did I start thinking of him as belonging to me?

“Is this okay?” Harry asked in a soft voice, hoping the lack of volume would mask his inexperience and nervousness. His stomach fluttered and flopped around like it was full of butterflies the size of dragons and he was sure that his palms were incredibly sweaty. Surely, any moment, the Potions Professor would open his eyes and realize that he could easily get another, more experienced lover, and then he would be on his own. His heart hiccuped a little at that thought and he quickly distracted himself with pulling the clothing from his lover's body.

Snape could only nod and shower Harry's neck and shoulders with light kisses. He was surprised to find that the boy's slender fingers were cooler than the flesh of his stomach. The Gryffindor's light touch raised gooseflesh on his skin and sent a thrill down his spine. He tried to focus and keep from going too fast and accidentally hurting Harry, but the way the young man was gyrating against him was driving him crazy. The maroon colored mark on his bond-mate's chest was pulsing rapidly; pulsing strong enough to move visibly, almost begging to be touched. It was all he could do to keep his hands away. He wanted this to be special. He wanted to see if his touch would still be welcome if he kept his distance from the mark.

Harry's fingers slipped under Snape's waistband and the older man moaned into the soft skin of his younger counterpart's neck. Encouraged, Harry slowly unfastened the button of Snape's trousers. The potions master moaned again and pushed Harry backward a step toward the bed. Slowly, he dropped his hands to Harry's waist. A soft gasp told him that what he was doing was right. Starting with his arms around his boy, he slowly circled the slim waist with the index finger of each hand inside the waistband of the boy's semi-tight jeans. Harry looked up at him, meeting his eyes while he slowly lowered his zip.

That was almost all Snape could handle. His control slipped a few notches and he pushed Harry back onto the bed and crawled up to straddle him. He crushed the pouty lips presented to him with his own in a heated kiss. A small gasp escaped from that delicious mouth and his mind raced as an arch of the back pressed an eager young groin against Snape's. He barely caught himself before he pushed this too fast. He slowed down and unfastened Harry's pants. Young, tan hands reached up and tugged Snape's shirt over his head. Snape pulled away long enough to lose his shirt and his pants. Quickly, he motioned for Harry to do the same.

Harry obeyed quickly, baring himself to the cool air of the bedroom and his lover's hungry eyes. Looking over at Snape, he gasped and swallowed hard when he saw the man naked for the first time. It was a little intimidating, but the rush of excitement was exhilarating. Blood thundered in his ears and he caught himself staring.

Snape spread his hands a little and stood quietly, letting Harry look, smiling when that look turned into a stare. After a few moments, Snape moved closer and reached for Harry's face. Harry leaned forward into Snape's grasp. “Do you like what you see?” I know that I am fully enjoying what I see.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he nodded. Snape smiled and kissed him again. Harry kissed back, cautiously reaching up to touch the hardened length in Snape's lap. Snape's breath caught and his kiss turned almost possessive. Harry tried to pull Snape's hand to his chest, but Snape figured out what he was trying to do and stopped him. He broke the kiss and looked down at the flushed-faced young man beneath him. “No, Harry, not yet. Please, try to be patient. I promise you, what I have in mind will be well worth the wait.”

Harry nodded slowly. “O-okay.”

Snape smiled and reached down to encircle Harry's own hardness with his fingers, drawing a yelp from the boy who arched into the caress. The smile widened and the hand started slowly stroking the entire length. It didn't take long for his young lover to be reduced to a twitching pile of nerves on Snape's bed. Just before he came undone, Snape pulled his hand away. Harry cried out in protest. Snape pulled Harry up to kiss him deeply. “Don't worry, pet, I'm not going to leave you here like this. You have my word.”

“Please, Sev'rus... I-I want you...” Harry gasped.

Snape leaned down and nibbled on his ear, drawing out another moan and an arch of the boy's back toward him. He chuckled and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of the ear between his lips. “You're about to have me, Harry.”

“Merlin's beard, Severus, hurry up! You're driving me crazy!” Harry moaned, almost desperate in his need.

Snape looked around, suddenly realizing that he had nothing on hand to prepare his inexperienced lover for what he wanted. He panicked for a moment, afraid that he would have to stop and wait until he could find something. What if Harry didn't want to continue if he had to stop? “Sev'rus? Is... everything alright?”

Harry's voice pulled Snape's attention back to what he was doing. He looked down at him. “It's fine, Harry. I just noticed that something is missing. Something very important. I need it, if I am going to avoid hurting you.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, mildly confused.

Snape smiled and chuckled awkwardly. “I am going to assume that you've never... done anything quite like this before.”

“Um... right...” Harry confirmed, blushing.

“Then I need something to... ease the way. I'm sure a boy of your intelligence can figure out what I mean by that,” Snape replied, smiling slightly.

“Um, right. I get it,” his blush deepened and he nodded, cursing himself for blushing like the virgin that he was.

“Give me just a moment to figure out something to... use instead.” Snape said quietly. His mind raced. There was, of course, the obvious option of finishing Harry off and using the spendings, but he didn't want to rush they boy along, and he refused to use his saliva. That was far too... crude for his lover. He had used it once, but this bore no resemblance to the quick stand up job in the back of that bar in Ireland. He couldn't tarnish this by linking it with that memory.

“Um, is there, maybe a spell that would work?” Harry suggested timidly, almost unable to believe that he was actually asking this question, but unwilling to risk the possibility that his partner would change his mind. Snape nodded.

“It's not very... it will work, but it's not very romantic,” Snape admitted.

“Is that what we're trying for? Romance?” Harry asked, smirking a little. He was amazed at his brazenness right now. What if my mouth makes him change his mind? I should shut up, why am I still shooting off my mouth? Snape colored briefly until he saw the dancing fire of a smile in the emerald eyes that he was quickly coming to truly love.

“Are you really trying to tease me, Mr. Potter?” Snape asked, raising an unbelieving eyebrow. There was no venom in his voice and Harry heard that. He bit his lower lip and reached up to run his finger along the vein in Snape's cock.

“Are you going to let me tease you, Professor?” Harry retorted, still feeling strangely elated and bold. There was something empowering about having his hand wrapped around the cock of the man he wanted. This is really happening! Merlin's robes, this is really going to happen! Unless I piss him off with this constant poking... But how mad can he be if he's still letting me touch him like this? Wow, I really like touching him. He tried hard to breathe, but his fluttering dragon butterflies wouldn't settle down and his heart was racing to keep up with them. It was all he could do to keep from leaping out of his skin.

It was hard for Snape to concentrate and form a response, what with Harry's finger tracing the contours of his manhood. Finally, the only thing that he could think of to do was to reach for his wand and start positioning strong, athletic legs for the spell and everything that would come afterward. There were a few spells he could choose from, but only one of them didn't require him to verbalize the words. He didn't want to say anything out loud, it could very easily ruin the moment, especially if any of the incantations started the boy giggling. The teasing was one thing, but he wasn't sure if he could bring this moment back from giggling over the incantations that would smooth the way for their coupling.

Harry smiled and continued his teasing touches, knowing from the uncharacteristic stumbling of Snape's words that it was affecting him in a profoundly good way. The hard tip of a wand touched his hip and Snape's lips moved silently. Harry suddenly felt very slick. It was cold and made him gasp softly. His lover seemed amused by the gasp, and he reached down and pressed a fingertip against his entrance.

Snape was thrilled when he felt a tentative push against his hand. His boy was obviously nervous, so he tried to make his voice as soothing as possible. Not that I'm any good at soothing, he'll probably want to run as fast and as far as possible. It would be my luck... “Try to relax, Harry. It will make this much easier.”

Harry nodded and closed his eyes, focusing on breathing regularly, sternly ordering the butterfly-dragons to obey him. They laughed in his face as Snape rubbed a circle around his entrance. Deep, sable eyes studied emerald green ones as Snape searched for the first sign of panic. “Sev'rus...?”

“Yes, Harry?” He lightened his touch, ready to pull away if the next words were anything close to what he feared they would be.

“Please, stop teasing me... I need you...” the plea was enticing, but Snape shook his head, his heart soaring at the fact that he wasn't being pushed away.

“You will thank me later for this, my boy. Believe me, you want this first,” Snape assured.

Harry laid his head back and tried to accept that answer, even though he didn't want to. There was a deep need burning inside him, a need that he somehow knew the older man hovering over him would be able to satiate. Every nerve in him quivered with that need and all he had right now was the single finger tracing circles in the most sensitive area of his body. He arched his back a little, trying to get closer to that one, precious finger. He heard a chuckle and opened his mouth to say something just before the finger pressed a little more and breached the tight ring of muscles it had been circling. He jumped and cried out. The sensation was incredible.

He gasped for air. Great Merlin, why have I never done this before?! This is just... perfect. And the fact that it was Severus touching him made it that much better... He pushed against the pressure eagerly, silently begging for more. He knew his voice wouldn't work properly, so he didn't even bother trying to trust it. Thankfully, the potions master seemed to understand perfectly what he wanted and how to give it to him. The heavenly finger pressed in farther, up to the second knuckle and started rotating in small bliss-inducing circles. For a moment, he thought that he would lose what small shreds of control he still had over his body, and he nearly did when a second finger joined the first. “Sev'rus! Oh, wow!”

“I am glad you are enjoying my attentions, pet. But I promise, this is about to get a whole lot better.” Snape smiled as he removed his fingers and moved into position. Harry looked up at him with total trust in his lust-darkened eyes. He reached down and rubbed the boy's hip with one hand while he lined himself up with the other. Very slowly, he started pushing in, taking care to go slow and watch Harry's face.

Harry worked hard to relax and continue breathing regularly. The pressure was intense and edging toward pain. He wasn't sure he was going to make it through this if it was going to hurt this much. Just as he was about to panic, he heard Snape's voice.

“Take a breath, Harry. You will be alright, as long as you remember to breathe.”

“Are you... um...”

“Yes, Harry. I'm in now. Try to remember to take a breath every few moments. Unconsciousness makes this much less pleasant.”

“C-can you please, um... maybe try moving a little?” Harry asked slowly, not quite recognizing his breathy voice. Snape obliged, beginning long, slow thrusts while he reached between them and started slowly stroking Harry's cock in time with his thrusts. Harry gasped and relaxed before he realized that it was happening. When the young wizard started moaning again, Snape changed his angle, questing for something that, for the moment, eluded him, glad that there didn't seem to be any complaints about his exploration efforts. He continued changing angles until he found what he was looking for, the tight little bundle of nerves that made produced yelping and grabbing fistfuls of blankets in the young man.

“Did you like that?” Snape asked, with a smile. He already knew the answer, but he wanted so badly to hear it in the breathy, one-octave-too-high voice he had just heard a moment ago.

“Oh... Yes... Sev'rus!” Harry babbled. Snape smiled and aimed for that spot. Harry cried out again and again, calling Snape's name every time he hit that magic spot. He tried again to get Snape's hand up to his chest, and again, it was kept just short of his goal. He nearly whimpered his frustration, but it was preempted by a moan when whatever magical button his lover was prodding within him set off a string of small tremors that he just could not control.

“Not yet. Soon enough, Harry,” Snape promised, picking up his speed. Harry gasped and writhed under him. He pulled the boy up to kiss him, making sure to avoid touching the mark. He instinctively knew that any contact with it right now would be amazing, at least for his mate, but he wasn't ready to give into the desire just yet. Harry kissed him desperately, hungrily, passionately, lighting a hot burning fire deep in Snape's stomach. A few more quick thrusts and Harry gasped Snape's name one more time and warm, sticky fluid splashed against both chests.

A warm shroud encircled the two men, drawing them closer and closer together, until they were sitting together, skin to skin, chest pressed to marked chest. The electric sensations of their orgasms were washed away in the rising flood of tender emotions brought on by the rapidly maturing bond. Snape wrapped his arms tightly around Harry and buried his face in his hair. Harry responded by holding tightly to Snape and placing kiss after small kiss on the skin over his lover's heart.

“Oh, Sev'rus... I love you so much...”

“I love you too, Harry,” Snape whispered softly, not sure if his words were audible, but not sure if he wanted them to be either.
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