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Of Potions and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Draco Views: 30533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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“Yield!” Pierce cried, holding up his hands with a laugh. “I yield! Since my backup has been out cold for the last fifteen minutes, and I’m clearly losing ground here.” He muttered, shooting the stunned Auror an exasperated look. “I suppose this answered the question of who the submissive is.”
Severus smirked. “One would argue that you did not act as a proper dominant mate would, protecting him through the duel.” He said, then revived the Auror.
“Damn.” Mark muttered, taking back his wand. “I suppose we lost. Aren’t Veela supposed to protect thier mates?” He asked Pierce.
Pierce shrugged. “Hey, I jumped in front of two spells for you, if you remember! I was a bit busy dealing with Draco. For such a young opponent, he’s got amazing skill, and his knowledge of Dark curses really keeps you on your toes.” He remarked.
Draco smirked. “I have good teachers.”
Mark groaned. “I definitely have some bruises. And more than one welt. This one still stings.” He said, tracing the mark where Draco’s stinging hex had caught his cheek.
“It’s supposed to.” Draco said lightly.
Pierce knelt beside him, healing the spots that were bruised or welted with a few spells. “Perks of being mated to a Healer: free healing whenever you need it.” He said happily.
Mark smiled. “Thanks, Love.” He said.
“That was invigorating.” Severus remarked.
Draco nodded, smiling. “It really was. I kind of want to go again.”
Severus shook his head. “If you do, it will be alone. I am done dueling for the day.” He told Draco.
“Pity. Oh, well. That was a really good duel. You’re not bad, for a Healer.” Draco said to Pierce, shaking his hand.
“Thank you. Mark and I spar a bit, but we’ve never gone all-out like this, since I can’t bring myself to duel him in earnest. I had a good time, for all that we lost.” Pierce said amiably.
Severus and Mark shook hands. “You are a good duelist. But remember, in most cases of mating bonds, it is the submissive one needs to be more wary of. It is more worthy of respect to cede control to another than to hold the position of dominant. If you do end up being the submissive partner, do not think that it has any bearing on your masculinity, for it does not. It is a state of being, no more and no less.” Severus told the man in low tones. “Besides, a creature knows that the willing submission they are being given is a gift, and they will treat it as such.”
Mark nodded, flushing a bit. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He said.
Draco walked up beside Severus and offered Mark his hand. “That was a good duel.” He said happily.
Mark shook his hand with a smile. “It was. Keep out of trouble, little Malfoy. I don’t want to ever see you being brought in for anything. Got it?”
Draco smirked. “I think I can safely say I’ll stay out of trouble. Severus wouldn’t let me get away with anything, anyway.” He said in amusement.
“Good.” Mark said as Pierce came up beside him and took his hand.
“I’m going to steal my mate now. I think it’s time to head back to our room and grab our swimming trunks. I want to try out the pool.” Pierce said, grinning at Mark.
Mark smiled at Pierce. “Your wish is my command.” He said, letting the man draw him toward the door.
Draco and Severus headed back to thier room and Draco collapsed on the bed with a heartfelt groan. “I’m just going to lie here for a while.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “Did the dueling wear you out?” He asked, walking over to run a hand through Draco’s hair as Draco kicked his shoes off. They hit the floor with a ‘thud.’
“Mm, yes, but keep doing that. It makes it all worth it.” Draco said, tilting his head into the touch.
“Do you have any injuries?” Severus asked.
Draco shook his head. “None that need attention. Just aches and pains. Maybe a bruise or two.”
Severus snorted. “I brought a bruise salve, if you would like me to take care of those bruises.”
“I don’t even know if I have any. I haven’t checked.” He said, lifting up his shirt and looking down at his hip. Sure enough, he could see the edge of a bruise peeking up above his trousers’ waistband. “Ah. I do.” He said.
Severus looked down at it and shook his head. “How did you get that?” He asked, remembering the duel. “Was it when you rolled to avoid the incarcerous from Mark?”
Draco nodded. “Yeah. I apparently hit the edge of the cushioning charm with my shoulder and the bare floor with my hip.” He said, poking at the bruise. “Ow!”
“Than stop doing that, Brat.” Severus chided, taking Draco’s hand in his own. “Hold still. I will go get the salve.”
Draco watched as Severus bent down to rummage through the trunk he’d brought, admiring the view. Severus’ arse was absolutely delicious, and Draco had the sudden urge to bite it. He sighed when Severus stood back up, bruise salve in hand.
Severus smirked as he turned around. “What, did you want me to stay in that position longer? Did you like what you saw?” He teased.
Draco felt himself blush, but nodded. “I liked it a lot.” He answered honestly.
Severus just shook his head and brought the bruise salve over. “You will need to take off your shirt and pull your trousers down enough for me to get at the bruise.”
Draco was stripping his shirt off before Severus was finished speaking. He opened the buttons on his trousers and pushed them down to mid-thigh.
Severus licked his lips at the green boxers and took the waistband in his fingers, pulling it down far enough to bare the entire bruise to his eyes.
Draco moaned, laying back and covering his face with one arm. “Just tell me when this delicious torture is over.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “Be still, and it should not take long.” He said, opening the jar and dipping his fingers into it, scooping out some of the orange paste. He smoothed it over the bruise, watching it as it faded to yellow and then back to the milky-white paleness of Draco’s natural skin tone as he rubbed in the salve.
“Mm, keep doing that.” Draco breathed.
Severus snorted and shook his head. “Turn over, let’s see if there are any more bruises.” He said.
Draco rolled over and laid his head on his folded arms. “See anything?” He asked.
Severus licked his lips. “No, I do not.”
Draco rolled over. “Maybe I should take off my trousers, to be sure we didn’t miss anything.” He suggested.
Severus shook his head. “There is no need for that.” He said firmly, taking the bruise salve back to his trunk. “Right your trousers and put your shirt back on. I do not need to have temptation dangled in front of my face.”
Draco groaned, but put his clothes back to rights, eyeing Severus as the man bent again. “So, it’s getting late.”
Severus nodded. “Would you rather go to bed, or did you want to see if we can find a bar and get drinks? We could see what is still open around here, if you would like.”
Draco shook his head. “No, maybe tomorrow. I really just want to be wrapped up in your arms. Tightly.” He said.
Severus smiled. “Very well, we can get to bed.” He got his pajamas out of the drawer and headed into the bathroom.
Draco shrugged and began changing—slowly—while Severus was out of the room. He put the top half on first, hoping that Severus would come back out before he was fully clothed. His prayers were answered when just as he slipped the bottoms over his calves, the bathroom door opened.
Severus’ breath left his body in a rush as he saw Draco’s pale, perfect buttocks displayed before him, as the blond was currently facing away from the door, bent at the waist as he pulled on his pajama bottoms. He felt the sudden urge to walk over and smack those pale cheeks, imprinting the shape of his hand on them as he slowly turned milky white to pink.
But they were not yet at that stage of thier relationship, and they wouldn’t be for some time. Before he even knew if Draco was amenable to a slight edge of pain—or more—they would need to discuss it, and now was not the time for those discussions.
“Stop wriggling around and pull those up.” He said, hardly recognizing the raspy voice as his own.
Draco giggled as he pulled them up, then turned around to face Severus, smirking. “Tit for tat. I saw you, so I felt you deserved to see what you were getting. What do you think?”
Severus growled and shoved Draco onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pressing their lower halves together tightly. He thrust against Draco, causing the blond’s breath to hitch as a fetching flush spread across his cheeks. “You are the most beautiful young man I have ever known, and I would love nothing more than to rip off your clothes and ravish you, but rules are rules, and we will adhere to them, no matter how hard it may be to do so. We are going to sleep, My Brat.” He finished, leaning in to kiss Draco deeply.
Draco moaned, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck, feeling the man’s erection pressed against his own.
Severus pulled away and stood. “Get into bed properly.” He ordered.
Draco chuckled. “You’re the one that pushed me down and climbed atop me.” He said, but rearranged himself so his head was on the pillow.
Severus got into bed and pulled Draco towards him, pressing Draco’s back against his chest and wrapping his arms around the blond’s waist. He pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Go to sleep.” He said softly.
Draco sighed, cuddled closer, and closed his eyes.
Severus closed his eyes and prayed for sleep. It was a long time in coming.
*****
Severus woke to find a pert backside rubbing against his erection, and the smell of ripe submissive heavy in the air. ‘Mate.’ His mind supplied sleepily. He leaned down, inhaling the scent of his sub deeply, and began to kiss his submissive’s neck, where it met the shoulder. The place his claim would be placed.
The submissive shivered and murmured in his sleep, but didn’t quite wake, his hips still rocking a bit. Obviously, he was having a good dream.
Severus shook his head to clear it, but that failed. The scent was still there, all around him, and it was pulling his instincts to the fore, leaving little room for rational thought in his half-asleep mind. He sucked on the sweet, delectable neck that was bared so trustingly, leaving a bright red mark as proof of his claim, able to cling to the knowledge that it was not yet time to claim him with a bite, but only barely.
He hadn’t realized that having Draco pressed against him as he woke naturally would be such a temptation. At Hogwarts Draco had always left him in the early hours of the morning, giving him a reprieve from his intoxicating scent and letting the air clear a bit before he woke.
This was something entirely different, and he couldn’t stop himself from slipping one hand under the pajama shirt he wore to trace the barely-defined muscles underneath.
Draco moaned softly, and his hips began to move more insistently, as he began to wake.
Severus pulled his hand free and turned the blond so that he was laying on his back, watching as dazed blue eyes fluttered open and a sleepy smile spread across his face.
“Mm, Sev.” Draco breathed, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck.
Severus grabbed his wand off the nightstand and cast quick breath-freshening charms on both of them before lowering his mouth onto Draco’s.
Draco pulled him closer, causing the man to fall atop him. He wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist, and thrust up as much as he could from his position under Severus.
Severus groaned, burying his face in Draco’s neck and rolling his hips. He couldn’t reason, couldn’t think, all he could do was take what was his and feel.
Draco mewled, moving his hips against Severus’, panting softly.
Severus sped up, raising his head to look at his mate.
Draco’s head was tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open.
Severus leaned in and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into Draco’s mouth and twining it around the blond’s, then drawing Draco’s tongue into his own mouth and sucking on it before he pulled back a bit to nibble at the blond’s bottom lip.
Draco moaned, reaching up to tangle his hands in Severus’ hair and holding the man close for more kisses.
Severus obliged, pressing his mouth against Draco’s and drinking deeply of the taste of the submissive.
Draco was completely lost in bliss, moving under his dominant, letting the waves of sensation sweep over him as he became steadily more aroused. This was more than he had hoped for, and he was going to take whatever he could get.
Severus felt his orgasm drawing near, and began moving faster, rocking against Draco with more force.
Draco was making small sounds of pleasure, every one getting lost somewhere in Severus’ mouth as the man moved atop him. He tightened his legs around Severus and moved with him, pulling gently on his hair as he attempted to meld their mouths together more firmly.
Severus chuckled into his mouth, tearing his mouth away to lean down, mouth against Draco’s ear, and growl: “Mine.”
Draco whimpered at the possessive note in his voice, and felt his cock throb. “Yours.” He affirmed, feeling his balls drawing up. “Always yours.” He thrust up against Severus and came, moaning loudly at the orgasm that seemed to start in his toes, working its way up his body before it rushed over him, making him lightheaded and leaving him more than a little dazed.
Severus felt and heard Draco coming, and ground down into him, letting release claim him as well. He collapsed on top of Draco, panting heavily.
Draco felt a smug smile curve his lips, and kissed Severus gently.
Severus cast a quick cleaning charm over them both and got up to use the bathroom. Once he had finished and began washing his hands, his head cleared a bit and he froze.
Damn.
Double damn.
He walked back out and looked over the blond, who looked utterly satisfied and not in the least repentant.
“We should not have done that.” He said, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the clothes he planned to wear that day.
Draco smirked. “Maybe not, but we did. And I don’t regret it.” He said.
Severus sighed. “No, I don’t suppose you do. We will not be doing that again. I didn’t know how overpowering your pheromones would be. I was caught off-guard.”
“I don’t mind if you want to do that again.” Draco said. “You can take whatever you want from me; I’ll deny you nothing.”
Severus smiled. “I am well aware of that by this point, Draco. But rules-“
“Are rules, yes, I know.” Draco said in a long-suffering tone. “Well, at this point, I’ll take what I can get.”
Severus chuckled. “I know you want more, Draco. If you can just be patient, you’ll get all of me. I can promise you, I will hold nothing back.”
Draco shrugged, getting up and gathering his clothes. “Patience is not something I have in abundance, just so you know.” He warned. “But I promise to try, at the very least.” He said, shooting Severus a smirk.
Severus just shook his head with a smile. “So long as you give it an honest effort. I know the waiting will be difficult, but the rewards will be well worth it.”
They gathered up their bath things and headed downstairs.
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