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Nights of Gethsemane	By : starcrossedkayla Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 53273 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[[I'm glad to have time to write my story. I hope you like this chapter!

Lilith - here ya go!

insane8veggies - now you can sleep! I know what you mean, I do the same thing myself whenever I come across a story I love

TempermentalBaker - I'm new to the Harry Potter fandom. Can Imperio last longer than a week? One of my betas told me it couldn't. Haha. I know what you mean about the embarrassment. I also get embarrassed easy and sometimes I am embarrassed writing scenes but I was embarrassed by some of the things he does in canon. I use a lot of Greek and Roman influences in my work and the nude training comes from that. It's awkward at first, but once you get used to it, it's quite freeing. You just have to be careful about it.

Freewater - Yes, Harry really is clueless ]]

Harry immediately bent his head to stare at the floor. He was afraid that if he looked up at Snape, he�d break into a smile or show some other expression of relief and happiness. He tried to remind himself that he wasn�t out of the woods yet and that Snape could just be here to watch him be tortured, but in his heart he had the feeling he was about to be reunited with Snape.

�Avery, I am most displeased.� Voldemort�s voice filled the room, and the Death Eater beside Harry trembled in fear.

�My Lord, I swear I didn�t touch him after you spoke to me last!�

�And yet I felt his pain. Crucio!�

Avery screamed and flailed while Harry kept his forehead to the floor, hoping he wouldn�t be next.

�Severus, give me a show.�

�I will fetch my whip, my Lord,� Snape said deferentially.

�No, I want to see you rape him,� ordered Voldemort.

�Yes, my Lord.� Snape stepped over to Harry, who remained in his spot on the floor. When Snape took him by the arm, he allowed Snape to lead him to the transfigured mattress. If Snape was given a favour like this, then that probably meant that he was back in Voldemort�s good graces.

Harry was unsure how to act as Snape positioned him on his hands and knees. Voldemort seemed to like it the first time when he had struggled and cried, but Harry had enjoyed it in most of the memories Snape showed him. He couldn�t like it in front of Voldemort, but if he protested a lot, it would look suspicious. Besides, Snape had asked Harry to pretend as though he were completely cowed in front of Voldemort. Harry settled on looking embarrassed and a bit scared. He filled his mind with the memory of his first rape as he stared at Voldemort�s lower robes.

Snape cast the spells and then pressed a finger into Harry, going in just a bit before he pushed it all the way in. With the lube and Snape�s slower pace, it didn�t hurt at all. Harry was shocked at Snape�s daring. Didn�t Voldemort want to see Harry hurt? Harry hoped the Potions master knew what he was doing. He didn�t want Snape taken away from him so soon after he had been restored as Harry�s guard.
Snape added a second finger, fucking Harry with them slowly. Thankfully, he kept his fingers curled towards Harry�s spine rather than towards that spot. However, Harry�s body remembered what fingers usually meant and began to harden in anticipation of orgasm despite himself. He was very glad when Snape removed the fingers and slowly shoved his cock inside.
Harry whimpered in fake pain as he tried to discretely relax himself and push back against Snape to help ease the older wizard in. It burned a little bit, but nothing he couldn�t handle. Once Snape had seated himself completely, he began to fuck Harry, moving slow but deep with each stroke. Harry whimpered lightly, not sure how long to carry on pretending to be in pain before Voldemort became suspicious. He kept a look of humiliation mixed with pain on his face, and when Voldemort entered his mind, he had plenty of memories to show him.
Harry was concentrating so much on putting on a good show for Voldemort that he almost didn�t notice Snape was having trouble. Snape�s cock wasn�t as thick as it normally was, and it began to soften a bit more as the act went on rather than growing harder. He began to thrust faster, but Harry could tell he was still far from orgasm.
Shite. If Snape didn�t perform properly, Voldemort would get angry at him and take him away from Harry again. Harry shifted himself so Snape could go in deeper and began to give little moans of pleasure rather than pain to try and encourage the older wizard. He squeezed his arse as tight as he could and was delighted when Snape began to fully harden. If he had to, he would give Snape head in front of Voldemort. Luckily, squeezing seemed to be enough, and before long, Snape had pulled out and spurted all over Harry�s back. Harry risked a glance up at Voldemort and saw the Dark Lord�s eyes shining in satisfaction. He curled up on the mattress, pushing his embarrassment and shame to the forefront of his mind.
�Do not disappoint me as Avery has,� Voldemort commanded.
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�I won�t, my Lord.� Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Snape bend in a low bow.
�See that you don�t.� Voldemort swept out of the room with Avery trailing nervously behind him.
Snape cast cleaning spells over Harry, who remained in his position of humiliation until he was sure the door was fully closed. He shifted and grinned up at Snape who was reaching down to take him by the arm, his face still a carefully controlled mask. Harry sat up and allowed Snape to pull him to his feet and lead him back to his cell.
�It worked. I had to throw myself on the floor a few times, but every time I got hurt, he was there. So you must be in Voldemort�s favour again, right? Since you got to hurt me again. I bet Avery is furious. He deserves it, the bastard.�
Snape pushed Harry onto his bed. �That was punishment,� he informed the young wizard through gritted teeth. He pulled out a painkiller, but Harry shook his head.
�I don�t need it. You didn�t hurt me.�
Snape turned and started to head out through the bars. Harry grabbed onto the back of his robes. �Wait! I haven�t seen you for days!�
�We can speak in the morning.� Snape pulled his robes out of Harry�s grip.
Harry was crushed. Didn�t Snape miss him? He looked down in dejection and noticed dark smudges on his hands.
�You�re bleeding!� He jumped off the bed and clutched Snape�s robes again.
�Of course I am, you idiot,� Snape ground out through gritted teeth. �Now release me so I can go tend to my wounds.�
�Let me help you!� Harry insisted.
Snape stared at him in surprise.
�You�re always healing me,� Harry explained. �I can�t do magic, but I can put lotions on the cuts and bandage you. Please, this is sort of my fault.�
�Wait here.� Snape left the cell in a cloud of black, and Harry waited by the bars for him. After several minutes had passed, Harry began to suspect that Snape had pretended that he would let Harry heal him just to get out of Harry�s clutches and wouldn�t be returning. He was about to bang his cuffs against the bars in anger when Snape re-entered the hallway.
Snape stepped through the bars and placed a black bag on the table. Harry approached curiously.
�First, wash your hands,� instructed Snape as he began to undress.
Harry hurried over to the sink and used a lot of soap. Once he was sure he was clean, he turned around and almost gasped in shock at what he saw.
A huge gash ran down Snape�s back, cutting him open from the left of his neck to just above the waistband of his trousers. It was almost as wide as Harry�s hand in the middle. He had a lot of other cuts and bruises that looked as if they had been healed recently, but the gash was the only one that was bleeding. It had obviously started to heal but had been torn open again. Probably when he was having sex with Harry, Harry realised.
�While you are beside the sink, wet your towel. You will need to first clean the wound.� Snape conjured a bowl and filled it with water from his wand. His tone was as cool and even as ever, as if he wasn�t dripping blood onto the floor.
Harry hurriedly did as he asked. �Will I need to sew it up?� He rinsed the cloth and approached Snape cautiously.
�It is wide rather than deep.� Snape took out various potions as Harry began to gingerly clean Snape�s back with the cloth.
�How did you get hurt?� Harry asked, although part of him didn�t want to know.
�The Order,� answered Snape shortly.
�Who?�
Snape did not answer. Harry carefully worked his way to the end of the wound.
�Did you kill any of them?� He asked as he finally placed the bloodied towel to the side.
�No,� Snape answered shortly, and then pointed at a tapered vial. �Smear this over the wound to guard it from infections.�
�That�s good.� Harry picked it up and carefully applied the runny lotion to every inch of the wound. �I should give you a note that you can show them if they try to attack you again. It will say �Don�t hurt Snape; he�s helping me -Harry Potter.� And then they will leave you alone.�
Snape shook his head. �They�d just think I brainwashed you.�
�Why don�t you tell them that you are working with me?�
�And risk being revealed when they are captured and interrogated?�
Harry knelt down to rub the lotion into the bottom of the wound. Being so close to Snape was making his needy organ revive again and he pushed his arousal from his mind. Snape was in no condition to have sex with him. It was amazing the man had been able to maintain an erection with all this blood loss! Was that what Snape meant about it being punishment?
�Is he still angry at you? Why was it a punishment?� Harry stood and set the vial on the table. Snape handed him a jar.
�Now rub this paste over every inch,� he ordered. �He was testing my loyalty. I was to assume that Avery had infected you.�
�He didn�t, you know.� Harry unscrewed the jar and began to cover the wound in the thick paste, which smelled of hospital rooms. �He was cruel at the beginning but he didn�t touch me except to hurt me. What did you do to him?�
�I convinced him that he found male bodies revolting. You are very lucky I have become decently skilled in mediwizadry during my care for you,� Snape chided him.
Harry chuckled, refusing to be contrite, now that the danger had passed. �He deserved it.�
�That he did. However, I know you didn�t think before you did that.�
�I thought enough,� Harry retorted. He wasn�t going to allow Snape to browbeat him over something he felt perfectly justified doing. �So his memory of when I beat him up is gone?�
�As I said earlier, memories can not be erased. I severed the synapses between the neurons responsible for that specific memory. Only someone who knows where to look will be able to find the location of the damage, much less reconnect the neurons,� Snape explained.
Harry finished with the jar and set it on the edge of the table. He wiped his fingers off on the cloth and picked up the roll of bandages. �What are you going to do? Voldemort wants you to kill me with that potion you are making. How will you stay here as my guard unless you do as he asks?�
�Let me worry about that.�
�I don�t think what you did will work a second time. Towards the end he started to get that look in his eye again. You have to stay in his favour.�
Snape stood so Harry could easily bandage his lower torso. �Focus on your training and I will focus on the tasks I have before me.�
Harry handed the end of the roll of bandages to Snape and watched as he sealed them with magic. He was itching to try out all the new spells he had observed Snape and the Death Eaters performing around him. He moved to sit on the bed so that he�d be out of the way while Snape redressed. Once Snape had dressed and tucked his package of medical supplies up under his arm, he looked at Harry.
�Rest now. We will train in the morning.�
�Okay,� Harry responded and watched him sweep out of the cell. He followed him with his eyes until the older wizard was out of sight. Once he no longer heard Snape�s soft footsteps, he slid under the covers and closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep. Tomorrow couldn�t come fast enough.
~

Harry woke up painfully hard. Fuck, he had the feeling that if he didn�t have an orgasm through sex soon, he�d explode. After the nerve-wracking week he�d been through, the relaxation and peace that came from sex orgasms would be a welcome distraction.

He rolled over onto his back, his newly freed cock springing up in excitement as the cool air brushed against his skin. He glared at it. �Don�t you ever take a break?� As if to taunt him, a fat drop of precum began to gather on the tip. He wasn�t about to beg for sex -- he wanted head but not that bad -- so he attempted to replicate sex as best he could. He rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed his pillow. He moved the pillow down, placing it between his groin and the bed and then pressed down against it with his penis. It felt delightfully soft under his hard organ, and when he rocked slowly against it, it moved his foreskin just enough to give him the pleasure he needed.

He pushed himself up on his arms, feeling his entire body go rigid as he already became close to losing himself. He fucked his pillow faster, imagining that Snape was sucking him off and that was enough to push him over the edge. �Oh fuck, Snape!� He emptied onto the pillow case, the muscles in his body going from tense to soft. Once his hips had stopped jerking and his penis was finished emptying, he sat back and yanked the pillow case off the pillow. Luckily, the wetness hadn�t seeped through yet. He dropped the pillow case on the bed and stripped it completely of linens, piling them on the floor beside the end of his bed. They needed to be washed anyway.

Snape arrived before long and wordlessly removed the dirty linens, sending them down the hall before he stepped into Harry�s cell.

�They needed to be washed. Avery poured chicken soup on me and made me sit on the sheets before I had a chance to clean it off,� Harry explained quickly.

Snape spelled breakfast for Harry and tea for himself. Harry�s breakfast was composed of milk, yogurt, cereal, mangoes, and orange juice. Hardly the feast he was used to receiving on mornings before trainings. He looked up at Snape, who answered his question before he asked it.

�Avery did not bother replenishing the kitchen and the order of food I placed this morning will not arrive until later today. Furthermore, the stove is ruined. I will have to have it replaced completely,� Snape explained.

�Ruined? What did he do?�

�He attempted to light the gas with magic and applied far more force than necessary. He was lucky he only destroyed the stove and not most of the kitchen,� Snape said contemptuously.

Harry stared at Snape over his orange juice. �I thought he was just feeding me cold soup because he was being a git, but he probably had no idea how to heat up tinned soup. Most Purebloods would be completely helpless in the Muggle world, wouldn�t they? I mean, I was Muggle-raised, but it wasn�t too difficult for me to adjust to Hogwarts. I bet a Pureblood would go crazy trying to adjust to the Muggle world. That�s because of that lack of science thing, isn�t it?�

Snape nodded. �Purebloods are taught to act, not to think, and a constant reliance on magic even for mundane tasks causes them to become complacent. After the Dark Lord�s first encounter with you, I heard many Death Eaters say that death or Azkaban was better than living in hiding in the Muggle world.�

�That�s really pathetic. Being a Muggle isn�t hard at all. If I had to choose between Azkaban and living as a Muggle, I�d definitely go straight to the Muggle world! It would be difficult, mostly because it looks like I dropped out of school at eleven, and all my money is at Gringrotts, but I�m sure I could find a way to live comfortably. If Hermione was helping me, I�d have no trouble at all,� said Harry confidently. �What about you?�

�If I had access to magic, I�d live quite comfortably, I�d imagine. The idea of losing my magic completely is a horrific one, and I prefer not to reflect on what life would be like without it,� Snape admitted.

�Yeah�� Harry agreed. �I mean, I know I can survive without magic but I wouldn�t like it.�

�I imagine we would feel as Lucifer felt after being cast out from heaven.�

�Only worse, since it wasn�t our fault.� Harry suddenly thought of something. �What will you do after Voldemort is defeated?�

Snape sent away their empty dishes. �I will find somewhere to go.�

�You won�t stay here?� Harry moved to brush his teeth. �I�ll tell them that you helped me so they can�t do anything against you.�

�Dumbledore barely kept me out of Azkaban, and I hadn�t publicly murdered a much-loved wizard then.�

�But he asked you to!� Harry protested. He wasn�t sure he believed the dream, but he hoped it was true.

�They will not believe me.� Snape shook his head. When he saw Harry open his mouth to speak, he quickly added, �And if you speak up, they will just believe I have Confounded you.�

�But� can�t they give you Veritaserum or look at your memories?�

Snape led him up to the practice room. �I can lie under Veritaserum, and Pensieve memories can be manipulated by a skilled wizard. Besides, after what happened to your Godfather, do you honestly believe our justice system is fair?�

That unsettled Harry. Sirius had been convicted without a trial and spent twelve years in prison before he managed to escape. The same could happen to Snape or worse. What if they gave him the kiss? Would Harry be able to protect Snape from a corrupt justice system?

Harry effortlessly dodged the projectiles Snape sent at him as he weaved his way around the room. What was the point of being the saviour of the world if he couldn�t protect the people who helped him? But was Snape even helping him? Harry just wasn�t sure. Snape had been so cruel and hateful to Harry throughout his years at Hogwarts and even now he appeared to be helping Harry more for his own gain than because it was the right thing to do.

Hermione had always told Harry that he should trust Dumbledore�s opinion of Snape, and Hermione was rarely wrong. Harry tried to remember the dream he�d had with Dumbledore more clearly. It hadn�t been like any other dream he�d experienced. What was it exactly that Dumbledore had said? Harry tried to piece the fragments of that memory back together. If he recalled correctly, Dumbledore had told Harry that Snape had been working for him all along and would continue to help Harry.
If Snape was loyal to Dumbledore, he was playing a very dangerous game. Snape might not even make it to trial if the Order helped Harry take down Voldemort. They would think of him the same as any other Death Eater -- dangerous. Did they know how powerful Snape was? The Potions master really could become the next Dark Lord if he wanted. The people at the Ministry might kill Snape just to prevent another Dark Lord from rising. Harry wasn�t sure that Snape wasn�t planning on becoming a Dark Lord. He could�ve killed Dumbledore on Dumbledore�s orders yet still be an evil person. The idea of Snape as a villain made more sense to Harry than the idea that Snape could be a good guy. Snape didn�t seem like the type who would want to defeat Voldemort out of the goodness of his heart. He had been loyal to Voldemort the first time the Dark Lord rose to power. It was Snape who had told Voldemort about the prophecy and caused the death of Harry�s parents. Harry doubted he felt any guilt about that. If he had, he would�ve been nicer to Harry.
Harry was still puzzling everything over in his head when Snape stopped the exercise for lunch. Harry lay on the floor and waited for the older wizard to return. He would just play along and pretend that he believed Snape was helping Harry out of the goodness of his own heart.
Snape sent Harry�s plate to him. �What is on your mind? It is unlike you to be quiet for so long.�
�D�you plan on having the Order with us when we defeat Voldemort? Will you even be with me?�
�I hope to be there, but it is possible that you will have to accomplish it on your own,� admitted Snape. �I think the Order would only distract you, and I don�t want you to worry about the safety of your friends when you go before him.�
�Yeah� I see what you mean. I want to see them before I go against him though. Especially Ginny.�
�I can not promise you anything,� Snape told him.
�I know, but could you try maybe? I�d feel a lot more relaxed going before him if I knew they were all safe.� Harry didn�t expect Snape to give him what he wanted, but it didn�t hurt to ask.
Snape didn�t say anything, and they finished their lunch in silence.
�Can we do my favourite exercise now?� he requested.
�May,� Potter,� Snape corrected. �I think you should practice dodging while bound first since you have yet to completely dodge while your wrists are bound behind your back.�
Harry groaned but sat up and put his hands together behind his back. �Let�s get this over with.�
Snape spelled the chain and started the exercise. Harry rolled and twisted on the floor until he managed to get himself up onto his feet. He darted around the room, trying to avoid falling over as he dodged the fast balls. He had improved despite his days without any form of training at all. He was only hit twice by the time Snape stopped for dinner.
�That�s good enough, right?� He panted as Snape released him.
�I want you to be able to do it without being hit once,� Snape told him as he led him down to the bathroom.
�I better be able to do it soon,� Harry muttered. �It�s my least favourite exercise.�
Snape set the muscle potion on the edge of the tub. �You managed to remain fairly calm during the exercise; normally you work yourself up, which makes you tense.�

�I hate being tied up,� Harry explained. �At least when my hands are in front of me I have more range of movement. If I did get chained up like that, I�d probably try to move the chain to the front of my body.�

�Try it, right now,� Snape suggested.
Harry put his hands behind his back and Snape respelled the chain. Harry lifted his arms up above his head and popped his left shoulder so he could bring his hands down to rest before his stomach.
Snape stared at him. �Doesn�t that hurt?� He lifted his wand and released the spell.
�No, I�m double jointed. I just haven�t done it in years, so I wasn�t sure if I still could,� Harry explained as he stepped into the tub. �I can turn my hand in a circle, see?� He put his palm down on the edge of the tub and turned it in a complete circle.
Snape stared at it in shock. Harry laughed at his expression and lifted his hand to turn on the water. �That didn�t hurt either.�

Snape moved to take his chair.
Harry soaped himself off. �I practiced as much as I could while you were gone, but push ups aren�t nearly as much fun as dodging.�

�Someone has arrived�probably the food I ordered.� Snape stood. �Back to your cage.�

Harry quickly rinsed himself off and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel on his way out. Snape opened the bars for him, and he stepped in, watching as Snape disappeared into the library.

When several minutes had passed without Snape�s return, Harry began to grow nervous. What was taking so long? It wouldn�t be difficult to check to make sure all the packages were in order. Had Death Eaters arrived? Harry was tempted to bang his cuffs against the bars to summon Snape, but he didn�t want to end up as Death Eater entertainment, so he forced himself to sit on his linenless bed and stare at the bars impatiently.

When he finally heard Snape�s footsteps in the library, he flew to the bars, and once he was sure the black smudge that entered was Snape, he demanded, �Where have you been?�

�Despite what you may believe, I can not just summon food out of thin air,� Snape snapped irritably.

�I know, I know, it�s the ﬁrst of the ﬁve Principal Exceptions to Gamp�s Law of Elemental Transﬁguration,� Harry interrupted. �You were just gone for so long.�

�It is easier for me to cook on a stove than with magic,� Snape explained as he spelled food on the table.

Harry dug into his chicken. �When will you get a new stove?�

�Hopefully tomorrow.� Snape summoned tea for himself. �Realistically, it may be a week before I receive one.�

�That�s horrible. You should tell Voldemort that hot foods help you brew faster, so he will give you one soon.�

�If only he were so easy to persuade.� Snape sipped his tea.

�I didn�t take the muscle potion with me. I�ll probably need to put it on, won�t I?� Harry asked him.

�I will get it for you.� Snape stood and left. Harry heard him open the door Harry had never been through. Maybe it was just a laundry? Snape had only gone in there when he needed to wash clothes. So why did he keep it secret from Harry? It wasn�t like Harry could hurt himself with a washer or dryer. He was too big to fit himself inside most of them.

Snape returned with the muscle potion. �Your sheets should be finished soon.�

�Thanks.� Harry finished his meal and spread his towel out on the floor. He began to rub the lotion into his skin. �Will you help me put it on my back?�

�Kneel before me,� ordered Snape. Harry walked over and handed him the potion. He had forgotten that Snape�s bandaged back probably prevented him from bending over to rub the lotion in. Snape�s hands moved slowly but massaged him deeply, working out the tension in his back as they rubbed the potion into Harry�s muscles. Harry closed his eyes and leaned back into Snape�s touch. He was getting hard again as Snape�s fingers moved so knowingly over his skin. He thought of those fingers working his cock with finesse, and his demanding organ jumped in agreement.
He wanted Snape to wank him or suck him off. Either of those possibilities sounded very, very good right now. He wanted a sex orgasm and he didn�t care if he had to take Snape inside him in order to get his cock touched by some part of Snape�s body.
�We will have to have sex again soon, won�t we?� Harry asked as inconspicuously as possible. �I mean, Voldemort is so demanding, and last night won�t be enough for him. So we should do it soon, shouldn�t we?�
�We will have to wait for tomorrow, unless you are willing to be on top,� Snape informed him.
Harry perked up. �Really!?�
�Literally, on top,� Snape corrected him firmly and stepped over to the sink to wash his hands.
�Wait�won�t it� go straight in, you know? With gravity�� It was strange to talk about sex with Snape, and he kept his eyes away from him.
�Don�t be stupid. You did play Quidditch for six years, did you not?� Snape asked with contempt in his voice.
�Not all six, technically-�
�Either way, I assume you have some muscles in your thighs,� Snape interrupted. �You should have the strength to control yourself but if you are worried about it, we can wait until tomorrow.�
If it was a matter of strength then Harry would do it. �No, it�s okay, I�m sure I�m strong enough.�
�I will go get the sheets.� Snape left the cell and Harry dashed over to the sink and brushed his teeth. A blow job might stress Snape�s back, but he could still get a hand job. And being on top�he would control the sex not Snape.
Snape returned and fitted the sheets with magic. Harry pulled the clean pillowcase back over his pillow and set it on the head of the bed. He kept his eyes away from Snape�s face as Snape carefully undressed, folding his clothes neatly over the edge of the chair. The older wizard put the jar of lube on the edge of the chair and then sat down on the bed, only the bandages covering his chest. Harry saw that he was half hard, the head of his cock still covered by foreskin. Harry stared at it as he stood by the edge of the bed.

�Don�t you have to�prepare me first?�
�Yes, get on the bed on your hands and knees, facing away from me.�

Harry did so slowly. He had wanted it so badly earlier when it was all an abstract concept, but now that he was here with Snape, he wasn�t so sure. He wanted to have a sex orgasm, but he was going to be fucked without getting head first. He pushed the thoughts from his mind and did as Snape requested, spreading his legs shoulder width apart.
He felt the cleansing spell rush through him but not the lubrication one. Snape opened the jar and the smell of strawberries made Harry fully harden. He bit his tongue and waited. Snape pushed a finger inside and it didn�t hurt, even without the lube spell. Snape fucked him with it for a few strokes before he added the second. He pushed them down towards Harry�s belly to rub against his prostate with each stroke and Harry was moaning with pleasure despite himself before long. Once Snape deemed him stretched enough, he removed his fingers.
�Move to the side of the bed.�
Harry did so, watching as Snape adjusted himself. Snape laid down on his back, his full cock pointing up towards his head. He offered the lube to Harry.
Harry took it hesitantly. He liked the idea of having control over sex, but the fact that he actually had to do it made him nervous. He couldn�t back down. If he did, Snape might think that he was worried about being too weak to control himself. Harry took a deep breath and dipped his fingers into the jar. He straddled Snape�s thighs and bent down to smear the lube over the other wizard�s cock. It jumped at his touch and Harry stared at it in fascination.
It was thick and heavy, just like his own penis. Snape�s was longer and darker in colour, despite the fact that the rest of his skin was lighter than Harry�s. It was lightly veiny like Harry�s, not grossly bulging with veins like Avery�s. It curved more than Harry�s, bending up towards Snape�s stomach. Harry gently pulled the foreskin down, revealing the reddened head. Snape wasn�t leaking precum like he was; only a tiny drop was gathered at the top. Harry carefully smeared the lube around the head, drawing a hissed intake of breath from Snape as he did so. After Snape�s entire length was covered in the lube, Harry set the jar to the side.
He shifted forward on his knees so that his arse was over the base of Snape�s penis. With his right hand, he reached down between his legs and held Snape�s penis upright. Harry used his left to spread his cheeks as he pressed the tip of Snape�s penis against his hole and slowly pushed himself down. With the lube and the stretching, he was loose enough to take Snape in without any pain. He carefully lowered himself down on the thick length, feeling himself stretch and fill as he slowly inched his way down. He had been worried about pain, but he felt nothing but pleasure as he opened for Snape. Once Snape�s massive length had filled him completely, he adjusted his legs to make thrusting easier and began to fuck himself on Snape�s cock.
It felt so fucking good. He could control how fast he wanted it to be and how deep it would go with each thrust. He rose up so far that it almost fell out of him before pushing down again with all his strength. He looked down at Snape and saw that he was watching his cock disappear up into Harry�s body as the young wizard rode him. Fuck. Harry was so excited; he forgot to pay attention and rose up too far, so that Snape�s cock fell out of him.
Embarrassed at his clumsiness, Harry quickly stuck it back in and then leaned forward to rest on his hands so he could thrust back against Snape faster. The change in angle hit the spot better and soon he was gasping with pleasure. Snape moved his hand, closing it around Harry�s penis and the young wizard nearly lost it.
�Oh fuck! I�m going to come, fuck!� He closed his eyes and threw back his head as he fucked himself as hard as he could, thrusting into Snape�s fingers with each forward stroke. He spurted, the taut muscles of his body quivering as he poured all his tension out through his dick. Once his penis had finished emptying, he opened his eyes to see he had sprayed his ejaculate all over Snape. The older wizard looked very displeased as he wiped his face clean.
�I certainly can not show that to the Dark Lord,� said Snape in an irritated voice.
Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. He forced himself to try to look contrite. �Um� sorry.�
�Get me some toilet paper,� Snape ordered and Harry slid off the bed to fetch it for him. He was giddy with glee. He had come all over Snape�s face! He wanted to howl with laughter but he forced himself to keep it down and returned to the bed to give Snape the toilet paper.
�I�ll help you change the bandages,� he offered as he watched Snape dab ineffectually at the ejaculate splattered over his torso. He had even gotten it in Snape�s hair.
Finally, Snape gave up and cast Scourgify over himself. He got to his feet and pointed to the wall between the sink and the bed. �Go stand against that wall.�

Harry figured out what he wanted and walked over to press his chest against the wall and thrust his bum out. Snape approached, pretending that it was the first time he had approached the young wizard. Harry waited patiently as Snape fingered him quickly and then entered him again. Snape�s thrusting felt amazing and Harry knew that if the older wizard didn�t come soon, he�d be fully hard again. He squeezed himself tight around the cock in his arse and soon Snape was hugging him tightly, biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he poured himself inside Harry. It was strange to be held so securely but Harry had figured out by now that there was something about orgasms that made people want to be close to others even if they hated them.
Snape released him shortly and carefully removed himself. Harry slid onto the bed, leaving room for Snape, who joined him. Harry pressed against him, and they caught their breath together, resting in the afterglow.
God, even though he hadn�t gotten head that was just what he needed. He was relaxed as if he had just slept an entire day, and he had the temporary illusion of being loved. Snape lay with Harry much longer than he normally did, the fingers of his left hand lazily stroking the bumps of Harry�s spine. The cool path of his fingers left traces of electricity in Harry�s skin. Harry normally did not like being casually touched, but there was something about the way Snape stroked him after sex that left him wanting to be pet all over.
When Snape still remained on the bed several minutes after his orgasm, Harry pushed himself up to look at the older wizard�s face. He had his eyes closed as if he were asleep, and the heavy line between his eyebrows had almost completely disappeared.
Feeling the weight of Harry�s gaze, Snape opened his eyes and when they shifted to meet Harry�s, he pushed the young wizard off of him and began to dress himself.
Harry lay back against the bed, watching as Snape buttoned his trousers and stepped into his shoes. When Snape picked up his shirt, Harry sat up.
�What about your bandages?�
�If you insist,� said Snape dismissively. He set the shirt back down and stepped out of the room after casting something on his robes. Harry waited until he was out of sight and then launched himself at Snape�s robes with the desire to rifle through his pockets, but he was stopped when his fingers touched an invisible shield that seemed to surround every inch of the fabric. Damn. Snape knew him too well.
Harry returned to the bed, pretending that he hadn�t tried anything. Snape returned with the jar and a roll of clean bandages. He pressed the jar into Harry�s hand and then ran his wand down his chest. The bandages fell away and disintegrated into ashes.
Snape sat on the edge of the bed and Harry looked at the wound. It was no longer red and angry but pink and white with crinkled sections across the middle, as if Snape�s skin had been crunched up like paper.
�That didn�t injure it, did it?�
�No.� Snape shook his head. �However, that is the last time I am ever letting you be on top.�
�Hey!� Harry protested as he began to smear the paste over the wound. �I warned you!�
�That was not normal.�
�How d�you know? Been watching a lot of teenagers come?� Harry teased.
�Of course not!� answered Snape indignantly. �The book said that the average male ejaculate is between one and a half to five millilitres.�
Harry nearly fell out of the bed. �There are books on sex?� Why had no one told him this?
�Of course there are,� said Snape contemptuously as he pressed the bandage into Harry�s hand. �There are several on all manners of copulation.�
�I want to read one,� demanded Harry as he began to bandage Snape�s back.
�Did you finish Cosmos?�

�Yep, it was my favourite of the books you�ve given me so far�except for certain parts of the art book.�
�Will I need to buy a new one?� Snape asked with a sigh.
�Hey!� Harry laughed. �I have better manners than that. I swear I won�t wank on your sex books either. What kinds d�you have? Any with pictures?�
Snape stood up and sealed off the end of the bandages. �Go to sleep now.�
�You�re no fun.� Harry complained but pulled on his pyjama bottoms. �Good night.�
Snape left.

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