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In Never	By : Schwertlilie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry slowly pulls himself from the warm comfort surrounding him. When did sleeping in a hammock of vines make him feel so safe? So amazing? A sudden scratching sound has him smiling unthinkingly, somehow automatically feeling soothed. He stretches, arcing his back and moaning contently. It�s the silk that slides against his skin that immediately has his eyes popping open and the wooden paneling above him that brings reality crashing down. As quietly as he can the boy looks to his side and there, seated at the desk, is the pirate captain.

The profile is enough to send sparks firing against all his nerve endings, though there is no clear reason why. Shoulder length, shined midnight hair is tied back in a leather thong, giving way to see a long sallow face fixed with a beaked nose. Even from the side the luminous darkness of the man�s eyes is apparent. The torso is outfitted in a tight midnight blouse and a plain laced vest showing broad shoulders tapering to slim, elegant hips. Pale, long fingered hands dance gracefully over a parchment with a fluffy quill nestled between them.

Harry stares transfixed. Never had he seen anything nor anyone so fascinating. He�d battled with Indians, ran with centaurs and unicorns in the night, swam with mermaids and whales, flew with fairies, but never had he been so captivated by anything in his life.

� I see you�ve returned to the land of the living.� A deep voice floats over him like heated honey. The boy is struck speechless. � Do not try to fool me into thinking you�re still asleep.�

� I�I wasn�t sir, I�m sorry.� The man�s hands pause, his head turning to see the bed�s occupant shifting to stand, his head lowered. � I�m terribly sorry to have intruded upon your personal belongings, I didn�t realize how tired I was. I wouldn�t have even dared, but the snake�� He looks back at the comforter as if in explanation, but the man merely lifts an eyebrow.

� Its�so beautiful.� The boy finishes and the man smirks. It makes Harry feel as if he�s being mocked.

� I see.� The man continues staring until Harry breaks out into a smirk of his own. When was the last time he�d been able to flirt with danger?

� See something you like?� The captain�s face turns thunderous and in the blink of an eye he�s standing with his sword pointing at the boy.

� As I was led to believe you are our captive and have escape your bonds. This considered I could run you through.� Harry grins. Why hadn�t the man tied him up once he found Harry sleeping in his bed?

� Not if you can�t catch me.� The pirate maintains his calm demeanor only by years of hard training as he watches the boy float off the ground and away to the other side of the cabin.

� I was also led to believe the only boy in Neverland that could fly was Peter Pan and he is no longer with us.� The boy frowns.

� The only reason he could fly is because he was too shallow to feel anything but mirth! It was because of that stupidity that he got himself killed.� Harry growls as he moves about the room. You always had to be on your toes, or off them, with pirates.

� Please stop floating about. Here, I put my sword away.� Sheathing his weapon the older man walks over to his bed and sits regally upon the edge, setting his sword aside. Harry drifts to stand before him, gazing unflinchingly into his eyes from only two feet away. Something no one the pirate had ever met would dare after knowing him.

� That�s better. Now if you are not Peter Pan who are you?� Taking his leader stance, Harry lifts his chin.

� I am called Harry Potter and I am the leader of the lost children of Neverland. And may I inquire as to what I may call you unless you wish me to call you scallywag?� The men share a grin.

� I am Captain Severus Snape. You may address me as Captain or Sir, Mr. Potter.�

� Blegh! Call me Harry, Mr. Potter makes it sound like I should be wearing a tie.� Snape�s eyes travel up the length of his body and meander their way back down. Suddenly Harry is embarrassingly aware of how much skin he�s exposing.

� I doubt a tie would be suited for your�current attire.�

� Yes, well it gets dreadfully hot inland. In my opinion you�re wearing far too much.� He blushes, realizing exactly how that sounded, but the man only laughs. Harry thinks he should laugh more often, he looked absolutely amazing so he tells the man. This time Snape�s smile is thoughtful.

� You are a strange boy. Aren�t you scared of being alone, clad in nearly nothing with a pirate captain? What if I decide to have my wicked way with you?� Harry frowns, equally thoughtful.

� You would not be the first, so no I am not afraid.�

� You�ve been with a man?� Snape asks in surprise. He�d thought the boy would not even know what he�d been eluding to.

� Many.� Harry says, almost proud he�s able to off balance the pristine man.

� I see. And did you enjoy it?� He can�t believe this. Here he is in his quarters with some delicate flying boy, talking to him about the ways of men with men.

� Well�no not really. I mean it hurt a lot and they seemed to enjoy it, but�I don�t understand why people like it at all.� Here the man feels a welling of anger at the thought any one had had the chance to touch this boy and mistreated him.

� Did you not reach completion?� The boy looks at him, confusion apparent in the scrunches of his face. The older man decides to be blunt. � Like the men, when they were done and sticky stuff came out.� At this the boy nods in understanding.

� No, I�ve never done that.�

� I see. Probably the random fumbling of children no doubt, but I don�t see��

� Pan�s the only one that was young�Sir.� Severus can�t stop his next question though he�s not sure he wants to know anymore.

� And the others?� Harry begins to shake with memories that burnt. He crouches to the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees and not wanting the man he was growing rapid respect for see his embarrassment at what he�d allowed to happen to him. He doesn�t want the man to think him weak, but he couldn�t lie�not to this man.

� The very first one was Hook�then, when he left to find Pan�I couldn�t fly back then and the crew was left behind so they�They wouldn�t have normally, but we�d killed so many of their crew. Anyway�that�s why Pan killed Hook even though they were�lovers. He said he was obligated to �cause I was an innocent and couldn�t defend myself. I was real little back then. Then one night�Pan crawled into my hut and said he missed his captain and I owed it to him, for what he�d done for me the sacrifice he�d made. He didn�t hurt me like the men, but�I didn�t�he did and well that�s it I guess. Then Pan died and since then I�ve never�wanted anyone else to�� Harry takes a deep breath before looking up to see the man staring at him in complete shock.

Severus isn�t sure what to be the most disgusted about. The fact his first lover had been a rapist, the sheer number of men that had raped him or the fact his own friend had taken advantage of him when so many others already had. Still, even with the knowledge of this, the man can�t help but feel this boy is so innocent.

� How old are you?� At this the youth squints his eyes in thought.

� Well aging is different here, but if I was to pick an age I my body was close to I�d say I�m seventeen Sir. How old are you?� The pirate narrows his eyes.

� I�m a pirate captain, age does not matter.� The boy rolls his eyes and lifts one hand towards the man. He stops mid-motion as the older man tenses, his own hand reaching for his sword. Moving again Harry pulls his wrist bands off, tossing them to the side. He unhooks his belts and drops them to the floor. The man looks confused, but relaxes when Harry moves closer, lifting his hands once more and is relieved when the other remains still.

Harry runs his fingers delicately across the man�s high cut cheek bones, the skin not quite rough with wrinkles, but definitely not soft like his own. He had a man�s skin. His fingers brush a path over the bridge of that prominent nose, a feature that should have been alarming, but only makes Harry smile as coal black eyes cross to look at his fingers. Both remain almost completely still, save only for Harry�s question fingers moving from cheek to each eyebrow, over that forceful forehead, along the hairline of black shadow hair, back down to his chin�a slight hesitation before moving up to the man�s lips. Slightly dry, but more plump than their thin appearance should have allowed. The boy lets his hand fall back to his side.

� You are a man�s age.� Harry finally states.

� You are a very strange boy.� The man growls, shaking his head trying to erase the pleasant tingle from those feather touches.

� You�ve said that already sir.� The pirate lets out an exasperated breath before starting to tug at his vest, unbuttoning and untying.

� You may leave, seeing as you could just escape anyway.� The vest comes off and the man bends to deal with the leather black boots polished to a perfect shine, the same gleam as his hair.

� Sir?� Harry can only watch as pale slender feet are freed, the man pushing back to lie against the pillows Harry had first hand knowledge were plush and lovely.

� Go. Go back to where ever you came from and leave me in peace.� As if on cue the curtains from across the cabin ruffle in a breeze coming off the bay. Moonlight dances with the moving cloth in an alluring manner, but not as alluring as the man on the bed. The boy nods and turns to go, but�biting his lip he turns back, gazing at the man stretched lazily on his mattress. Next to the his hip he can just make out the eyes of Salisadras. Somehow this gives him hope.

� You�re still here my little fairy? Fly home.� Harry blushes at the name, he wonders if the man really knows anything about fairies.

� Actually Sir, I want to stay here.� The man closes his eyes again and sighs deeply.

� I�m too old to be staying up half the night, indulging in the ramblings of an adolescent.� The boy walks quietly back to the bed, sitting on the comfortable edge.

� No Sir, I just�I�ve never slept quite so well before. It felt�good.� The man�s eyes open once again, staring into what he realizes are deep green eyes. The green he envisioned in his dream, the color he�d tried to capture with thread, but had never quite achieved. To say he was startled would have been an understatement he wasn�t willing to make or reject. The boy jumps up, backing away as the man moves to stand. Severus watches as the younger man moves towards the window and has the irrational fear he�s about to fly out of it, bellying his initial requests that the boy take his leave.

� Alright.� He says quickly, surprising even himself. He wonders briefly why his stomach twists when Harry�s face softens in relief. To take his mind off those thoughts the man pulls his shirt over his head, feeling cool air sweep over his hot skin, god it felt good. Sometimes he hated the obligation of wearing so much clothing.

The captain moves to the first set of candles, blowing each one out and trying not to focus on the soft footfalls behind him. At the second set of lights cloth rustling has the man�s head turning without thought. The boy is bent over slightly, a hand stroking along the head of the snake adorning his bedspread. His heart twists again, feeling a strange sense of pride that the boy loved his work so much. Turning back the man blows out the last flames, casting the entire cabin in shadows. Moving by instinct Snape pushes aside the drapes, allowing tender moonlight to spread against the inner woodworking.

Finally he moves back to the bed, the shadows spread before him showing the boy had lain himself down.

� Its too warm for blankets.� Is whispered, as if in answer to an unspoken question. The man nods, reaching down to worry the belt loose from its loops, causing his trousers to glide down his legs pooling onto the floor. Stepping closer to the bed one of his feet tangles in a piece of clothe. Bending down and un-rumpling the garment, Severus is shocked to find them to be the boy�s shorts.

� I never where anything to bed.� God he wished Harry would stop doing that. Well then. Hooking his thumbs inside the waist band of his pants he pushes them down to join the growing piles of clothing on his floor. The boy rolls to the other side of the bed without prompting, allowing Snape to stretch, relaxing almost in ecstasy in the embrace of the soft mattress. Somehow the presence of another in his bed feels comforting instead of the uneasiness it usually caused. He didn�t even know this boy, he could murder him in his sleep for all he knew. Snape scoffs at the idea.

� Good night Sir.� The captain smiles, he must be really tired.

� Good night.� Severus is quickly moving towards a restful slumber, when a voice reaches to him in the dark.

� Sir?�

� Yes?� There is a slight hesitation from the boy.

� Why did you call me little fairy?� The other man doesn�t answer and Harry nervously bites at his bottom lip. � I was just wondering what you meant by it.� Severus sighs, thinking about ignoring the other in favor of sleep, but what was the harm in answering?

�Where I come from, fairies are little mischievous flying creatures that seem knowledgeable but are in fact quite innocent.� Harry couldn�t help the slight giggle that escapes from between his lips.

� What?� The other man growls. Harry grins, turning on his side to face the man.

� That may be so where you�re from, but the fairies on this island are quite different. Here they are creatures of sensuality, love and romance. To call me your little fairy, well its like calling me your lover.� Harry is startled when the older man turns suddenly towards him, looming up and over him. Harry falls to his back with a soft flop, staring up at the shadows leaning above him.

� Do you wish to be my little fairy? Is that why you wanted to stay? To bed yourself a pirate captain like your precious Peter?� Harry can only tremble in rage.

� I�am NOT Peter Pan.� The man only leans closer, his moist breath mixing with the boy�s and Harry can only stare in fear and confusion.

� But that�s what you�re afraid of. That you�ll end up just like him, hurt someone like you�that someday you�ll become Peter�� The boy has no reason to answer, the tears spilling down his cheeks telling enough. Severus�s breath catches, the sobbing boy below him such a mystery. He hadn�t meant�he�d only wanted�

Falling to his back he pulls the boy�s prone body snug into his side, feeling wetness sliding down his shoulder. Harry relaxes into the warm skin, the wonderful feeling of those large hands sliding up and down his back eventually stopping the tears. Sleepily the boy doesn�t question wrapping an arm across the torso of the bigger man, the man who�d stung him with sharp words, could take advantage of him so easily like the others had, could�cross that barrier�he�d never let�anyone�

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The first shards of morning light pierce through the open windows of Captain Severus Snape�s personal quarters aboard his pirate vessel. As the assent of the light progresses through the cabin it touches upon pieces of clothing after pieces of clothing. Two different sizes if the light could judge. Skirting the edge of a bed and moving up the side, it finally lays itself across two bodies. One is the pirate captain himself and, pressing forcefully against him is the slight form of Harry Potter. Both sleeping and as naked as the day they were born. The only disturbance in their slumber is the squirming and moaning of the younger man.

If asked later Harry wouldn�t have been able to tell anyone what he�d been dreaming about, but there had been silk and heat and a pleasure singing along all his nerve endings he�d never felt the equal of. The boy moans contently in his sleep, pushing his hips forward harder, creating more of that delicious friction. Hazily the feelings only intensify as he yawns kittenishly, light pressing against his eyes. Harry curls tighter into the heat and silk, hiding his face from the horrible light. His movements come faster and deeper, his breath shallowing out as the sensations pool in his groin. Its like flying, only the sky is touching things inside him like nothing ever had and he was flying higher�higher than he�d ever dared and he was nearing something, about to break through into something�

A cough vibrating against his cheek has the boy�s eyes popping open in surprise. Short black curly hair spread out on a broad, pale chest and Harry groans in embarrassment, the movement of his hips stilling at once. Shock courses through him when a large hand slides from its resting place on Harry�s lower back to curl around his buttocks, moving him back into motion.

� Sir?� The boy squeaks in desperation, trying to pull away, but his whole body is quickly melting back to that beautiful state of relaxed restlessness.

� Sshh Harry its aright.� Harry whimpers and begins to move faster, the man�s voice making his skin shiver and the swollen hardness pressing against his lower stomach throb. He�d been hard a few times before, but he�d merely waited for it to go away. He�d never thought that something like�this, could make him feel so good.

� Sir! I�I can�t its so�� Grubby fingers clutch at the pirate�s rib cage, trying to gain leverage. He can only gasp when those incredible hands wrap around his waist and hoist his slim frame up to straddle the pirate, the boy�s thighs spreading open around the man�s hips.

� Oh that�s�� But Harry�s exclamation is cut off when the older man slides a slick hand up and down between his legs before both arms move to gather him in an embrace, rocking their bodies back and forth pushing up as the boy pushes back.

� I know Harry, let it go come on.� Severus� voice comes out shakily. Harry�s long arms curl around the man�s shoulder, breath coming erratically against the sweaty throat beneath his lips as their pace quickens. Sweet breath is panted into Severus� ear making the man�s body tremble uncontrollably.

� Yes, that�s it my beautiful fairy, come for me, let me see you.� Harry knows there are words, but their meaning cannot penetrate his mind. Suddenly his body tenses and there�s a zip of magic that rocks his body, forcing a cry from his constricted throat, his eyes squeezing shut at the mere force that shakes and pushes and pulses�!!!
Snape opens his arms to allow the harshly panting boy room the collapse on his chest, obviously unable to move more. The captain almost grins, liking the heavy weight atop him. Though he knows he should move to get a wet washcloth before their combined cum sticks them together forever, he finds himself indulging in post-coital bliss, a luxury he�d never allowed himself.
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