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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
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Epilogue : Can you help me remember how to smile?

Nine months later. ..

Severus sat in the small living room that he used when he was aching for Harry and struggling to not end the spell he had re-cast after his near rape of the younger man. He reflected on the changes over the previous year. For nearly six months now Harry hadn't once needed a collar to help him sleep on bad nights; and only last week Snape had finally cancelled the spell guarding the knives, knowing Harry was in a better place and not going to start hurting himself again.

In the year just gone he'd learnt much about Harry's problems and had kept encouraging the younger man to talk them through – even going so far as to suggest he speak to a Muggle counsellor. But Harry hadn't wanted to air his problems like that. Only in the black night, as he lay in Snape's arms, could he admit the churning thoughts in his head, the need that burned in his body, and the darkness he feared in his heart.

Of course, there was still a very one sided physical relationship between them. Severus wanted more with every breath in his body, he’d be mad not to, but what they had was more precious than satisfying his frustrated sexual urges. And, after so long of not even hardening, he was very frustrated. That was why, when it all got too much for him, he retreated as he would hate to lose his temper and take his frustration out on Harry when the younger man was doing so much better.

The defeat of the Dark Lord – even now, Severus couldn't call him by his name – had led the wizarding world to adore Harry again, and conveniently forget all about his madness in sleeping with Snape. The confession he had made that final day of the War had been heard by so many people that Harry had never had to ever explain his living arrangements. Everyone knew (or thought they knew) what went on behind closed doors. They were tolerant of Harry's foibles. Severus knew that the world would not be so lenient with him, so he avoided society, instead making potions in one of the unused rooms and selling them via owl order. It didn't bring in much, but as he'd had nearly two decades of his Hogwarts salary neatly growing in his vault, he didn't really need it.

Harry had been reluctant to rejoin the world, but Snape had thought it an important part of Harry's rehabilitation. Not that Severus hadn't been a gibbering wreck the first few times Harry had gone out. Harry had been pretty gibbering on his first few outings, either before or after. And it had taken intense focus from Severus to stop Harry conjuring the metal collar. In fact, it had been after one of those outings that Snape had finally suggested fingering Harry, which had received an enthusiastic response.

That had been nearly four months previously, and he regularly fell asleep having brought Harry to climax through judicious use of his wickedly clever fingers deep inside.

“Severus?” Harry's voice came from the kitchen.

Still feeling a little out of control, he rose and went down to greet the younger wizard who had been out visiting Hermione. The Weasley had been there too, but Severus knew Ron had little affection for Harry, not after the Manor and discovering that Harry was living with the man who had taken his virginity. That Ron clearly thought they were sleeping together was obvious, and neither of them felt it was any business of Ron's.

“I w – went shopping,” Harry said, hands twisting a little. “I g – got you something.”

Severus noticed the stutter and the nervous movement. He made no comment, knowing Harry would tell him the issue if capable of it.

“What?” Snape was curious and slightly wary. Harry had a horrible habit of choosing things that he knew would make the older wizard uncomfortable.

Harry drew out a shirt box and handed it to Snape.

This surprised Severus as he had mentioned needing a new shirt. Off his guard, he opened the box and stared in horror at the brightly coloured item. “Oh no!” he groaned, knowing he'd have to wear the damn thing. His only stroke of luck was that he never left the house.

“I got you a Slytherin coloured one too,” Harry offered, pulling out a second box and handing it over.

Snape stared down at the green shirt and its neighbour. “Gryffindor red?” Severus asked, “How could you?”

Harry gave him a shaky grin.

“Brat!” Severus remarked, leaning in to kiss the man he desired so much.

Harry slid into his arms with no hesitation and held his face up for their customary kiss. His mouth pressed against the older lips, slight moisture upon them, and he let his tongue flick out, peeking between his own lips to tickle his partner’s mouth.

Severus smiled and returned the gesture, his tongue flipping up and down rubbing their tips together. The feel of that muscle swiftly sliding against his made his arousal burn, and Severus had to pull his body back just a little, the frustration still ready to rise to the surface. But now, Harry was clinging to him, hands sliding down Severus’ back to pull the buttocks close to him.

Snape allowed himself to be manoeuvred, nearly coming when he felt the other’s erection pressing against his leg. Harry rocked gently, tugging his lips free to ask, “Is this ok?”

Severus almost laughed. Harry was asking him if it was ok?! “It’s fine, Harry. Absolutely fine.” Harry, his Harry was rubbing against him. If only he could be sure Harry was ready. He had thought it possible, but not now, not after seeing how shaken Harry had been by a simple shopping trip.

“I – I want to have sex with you,” Harry growled, and Severus went still. Generally they didn't talk about having sex. Snape was too fearful of losing control, and he knew Harry avoided the topic for that same reason. It was a given that someday it would happen again, but it was never pushed. So why was Harry being so aggressive now?

Snape left his hands on Harry's hips and looked into passion-clouded eyes. “What has happened?”

Harry gave him a look, then sighed. “You always know,” he complained.

Harry began pacing and spoke without looking at the other wizard. “Malfoy senior tried to escape Azkaban today. Apparently he's had it planned for a while, but it went wrong.”

“And?”

Harry chewed on his lower lip. Snape watched carefully, waiting for any sign that the skin was being ripped apart. But Harry was only chewing as he thought.

“He escaped and got to Diagon Alley. I – I saw him, Severus. He – he saw me too and I could tell what he was thinking. He wanted to take me somewhere and strip me clear of everything I've worked for.”

Snape's hands clenched. Lucius Malfoy had an inhuman streak that had known, somehow, a person's weaknesses. He felt ill at the thought of Harry in that man's hands. And he was afraid now: if Malfoy wanted Harry, he'd keep coming for him.

“What happened?” he asked quietly.

“I – I killed him.” Harry spoke the words softly, but there was horror in his face.

“You killed him?” Snape repeated, not believing it.

In a rush, Harry spoke, “He was coming for me and everyone was running and screaming. And there were Aurors around but none of them were doing anything to stop him, and he was just getting closer and closer, and I just knew he was remembering me naked and helpless and longing to have his turn inside me, and I just hated the thought of him trying to control me, trying to take my life and soul from me, and he'd got a wand from somewhere and was about to use it and make me a victim again, and I just... snapped. I don't even remember doing it, but he was suddenly dead and all the Aurors were surrounding me and telling me to put my wand down.”

Snape slid his arms around Harry's back and held him as sobs wrenched out of the younger man. Severus wondered what Harry was mourning; surely not the man who would have raped and tortured him without a thought?

“Th – the Aurors said it was self-defence. They could see he'd raised a wand to attack me, but they said I'd still need to report to the Auror Office in the morning to give a full statement. After all, they can't have people casting an Unforgivable Curse, even if it's justified.”

Snape let his head droop and rested one cheek on the messy hair. In amongst Harry's explanation had been some hopeful phrases. But he didn't want to ask now, not when Harry was still so traumatised by what had happened.

“I want us to be together,” Harry said, his voice confident and sure.

Severus said nothing and Harry went on, “Severus, listen to me, I want this. Not to be controlled, or to have the decision taken out of my hand, not to be caused pain, or be punished for some imagined wrong. I want it. We live together and you have made this decision for both of us all this time. Maybe you should trust I know what I'm doing. I know my own mind. And I know I want your cock in me.”

He pulled free of Harry and looked deeply into those emerald eyes. What he saw there reassured him and he took the younger man's hand and together they walked to their room. They moved in silence, letting the touch of palm on palm communicate all they had never said.

In the bedroom, Severus sat down on the bed, tugging gently, but loosely, on Harry’s hand so that he toppled onto his partner.

With a whump Severus landed on his back, Harry sprawled over him. At once, the younger man smiled to reassure his bed mate and began squirming rather delightfully, rubbing his cock against the flaccid length. He complained and reached for his wand, “Finite Resolutio Incantatem!” he commanded, pointing at the crotch. Severus felt heat rush through him and his cock hurt as it filled with blood, ready to use.

“Harry, “ Severus whispered, “I want this so very much, I don’t think I can hang on. Remember I haven't been hard for so long and you are rather irresistible. If you want to climax like this, that is more than acceptable. If, however, you wish to go further, I need to have a little breather to calm down.”

Harry rolled off to one side, gasping a little, chest heaving. “O - okay, Severus,” he panted, “a breather sounds like a good idea.”

With infinite care, the ex-teacher leaned over and began working one hand under Harry’s t-shirt. He slid his fingers up over smooth golden skin. His hands stroked over arms and onto the chest. He ignored the tiny fault lines of scars, knowing they both hated what the indentations meant, and wickedly flicked one nipple, feeling it stir under his touch at once.

A large proportion of Harry’s arousal used to come from pain, and Severus had spent a long time helping Harry achieve climax without being hurt. Now, he could introduce a little roughness to their foreplay, without it reinforcing Harry’s issues.

He pinched it slightly, rolling the hard pebble between calloused finger and thumb. He savoured the groan Harry gave, and the tiny thrust of slender hips.

On the bed, Harry was loving the feelings being created on his body. He grabbed his top and pulled it over his head, mussing up impossibly messy hair. And then he reached for his trousers and undid them, knowing that Severus had finally accepted Harry's readiness for this.

Severus had accepted it. It had taken them so long to get here, but Harry had proven, with his speech, that he was ready. Far more than no longer harming himself or using a collar to feel controlled, his words had shown how far he had come since his capture. Snape ached, knowing that Harry was willing for this to continue further.

He used his free hand to part the material and grasp the wet hard shaft he craved. He felt the vein pulsing under his palm, the flesh twitching in his grip. He marvelled at the contrast of textures – the silky smoothness of the skin coupled with the hardness of the underlying cock, the dryness of the crisp hairs compared with the wet slickness of the rounded head. Then there was the smell of Harry’s seed, tangy and bitter and so powerful. He longed to sample Harry’s essence. He told Harry so, and, receiving a nod, moved himself to better do what he wished.

He pulled the clothing down, removing it completely, before he pressed one flat palm against Harry’s inner thigh, nudging it more apart. Breath coming quickly, a little uncertainty creeping into his eyes even now. Harry spread his legs, calming when his partner reassured him that a blow job was all he intended.

Severus saw the dick jerking under his gaze, felt the intensity of Harry’s desire, even with that moment of panic, and felt humbled. He kissed the throbbing vein, tracing his tongue along it, following his lick with kisses. The swollen tip he licked clean of its fluid, although more showed in the slit, so he bent his head to a close study of that area. His tongue laved the bulbous head, leaving the stretched skin shiny with his own moisture. The slit was wet once more with Harry’s need, so Severus worked the tip of his tongue into the gap, lapping the liquid from the cock before it even reached the surface.

Harry whimpered, one hand clutching the sheets convulsively, the other threading into Severus’ hair.

His hand gripped Harry’s dick firmly, and he held it in place as he slowly lowered his mouth more fully onto the shaft. The thick tip slid over his tongue, leaving a burst of flavour in its wake, before it pushed against the back of his mouth. The shaft itself, engulfed in warm wetness, moved and throbbed between his lips.

Severus tightened the grip his lips had on the shaft, and sucked. Harry screamed and climaxed, shuddering, his seed hitting Severus’ throat and trickling down.

Groaning with pleasure, Harry sagged onto the bed, pushing Severus’ mouth off him when the intensity of the pleasure began to hurt.

Severus contented himself with swallowing the seed and trying to stave off his own arousal. He was still hopeful that Harry wished to go further, but would be content if the younger man didn’t. After all, he had become an expert at blowing Harry.

“Enough?” he queried after some five minutes of panting had elapsed.

He was so pleased when Harry shook his head. “More,” he said, and a note of pleading had crept into his voice.

Severus nodded. “Very well. Perhaps you can pass me the lubricant?”

Harry squirmed up the bed, snagged the glass bottle and wriggled back down. He handed it to Severus with barely a tremble, although he couldn’t quite meet the other wizard’s eyes. Snape actually was pleased that Harry felt some trepidation. Had he not, Severus would have known that, whatever Harry said, he hadn't truly considered the importance of this act.

“This doesn’t have to happen today, Harry,” Severus commented.

The younger man seemed about to say something, but drew his lips together before finally murmuring, “Please.”

Gently settling once again between the quivering legs, Severus focused his attention, not on the clenching pucker, but on the dangling balls. He bent his mouth and kissed the wrinkled skin, loving the strangled gasp that came from the other wizard. He lapped at the loose skin, feeling the orb shifting beneath the surface, and then he sucked the ball into his mouth, tongue licking like crazy at the hot skin. His nose was pressed close to Harry’s hardening shaft, and the smell of arousal made his own dick ache.

He continued worshipping the testicle as he liberally coated one long digit with lubricant. Moving slowly, so that he gave Harry plenty of warning, and thus time to change his mind, he walked his fingers up one thigh to rub at the spasming hole.

He paused as he heard a sharp intake of breath, then a choked voice gasped, “Do it! Do it!”

Unhurriedly, despite his cock screaming at him, he wriggled the finger slowly in, moving it about to stretch the entrance as fully as possible. The channel clutched greedily at Severus as he possessed it, making his balls draw up underneath his wet prick. Fighting the urge to rut until he spurted, Snape worked his finger free, returning moments later with it freshly slicked, and a second one with it.

Harry, his legs open, and in an intensely vulnerable position, felt nothing but ecstasy coursing through him. The feel of the fingers within him had caused a moment or two of doubt about what would soon replace them, but the sheer sensation of being possessed through choice had overwhelmed him. Of course, having one ball sucked relentlessly was helping to take his mind off the slight discomfort involved, and made him jerk his hips with desire occasionally.

By the time he had been fully prepared with three fingers and generous amounts of thick lubricant, Harry was feeling very very aroused. “Come on!” he moaned as Severus slowly slid over his sweating body to kiss him. “Come on!” he gasped as soon as their mouths parted.

Hands held his legs in the right position as Severus, black eyes intense for any sign of unease, began pressing into the younger man. He took his time penetrating Harry, loving the way the passage opened just enough around him, and yet held him snugly within its grip. The incredible heat stole his breath as he continued pushing in deep; deeper than his fingers had reached. With one final, controlled thrust, he buried himself into Harry’s willing tightness.

A small adjustment of Harry’s position later, and he was brushing directly on the nub, making Harry shake and groan continuously.

The younger man reached his hands out to Severus, and the older wizard took them, threading their fingers together, to hold on as they connected in this most intimate of ways. Lips touched and held as they barely moved their lower bodies. The relentless pressure against his nub was making Harry’s balls tighten, and the feel of that nub rubbing against his slit was making Severus’ balls tighten.

Tongues tangled, fingers clenching, the two men climaxed, each ripping lips free for a bare moment to shriek the other’s name, before kissing passionately again.

Harry yawned and sleepily murmured, “Love you,” before dozing off.

Severus, his cock slipping free of the sleeping man, could only stare in wonder at the two words so easily spoken. He knew, had known for a long time, that he loved this irritating, damaged man, but to have Harry express such feeling for him was … humbling. More so than even finally knowing Harry was ready for them to have a full physical relationship.

Severus wasn't stupid enough to think that the past had been blown away by their love making, nor by Harry's sleepy declaration, but it did give him cause to be hopeful.

Harry was sleeping, exhausted and sated, but soon he would wake and then Severus could show Harry how loved he was, even if the words never left Snape's lips. Maybe, one day in the distant future, he would even be able to tell his young man the truth: he was loved with a passion that would last.

Always.

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