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Chapter. 3

Snape
opened his eyes to the sensation of... Light. He grunted and tried to
roll over. Every muscle in his body begging him to reconsider,
finally he just flopped an arm over his eyes to guard himself from
this garishly ambitious spring morning.

What
had happened the previous day replayed in his head, and he shot
straight up in bed. He glared at the window, and then at his clock.
It was past noon, and he had gone to bed no later than seven last
night, for having felt too drowsy to accomplish anything.

He
forced his feet onto the ground, lifting himself from the longest
sleep he had ever experienced. It was an awful feeling. His head felt
full of lead and his body lethargic, as if is had thought it would
never have to move again.

The
light was an unusual addition to his morning routine. It made him
want to clean things as he saw them, even though he knew that in
Spinners End everything always looked dingy.

Severus
sighed as he opted for a shower over a soak, not needing to extend
his morning routine any more than it had already been extended.

It
surprised him a little, as he walked down stairs, that his life was
more or less the exact same as it had been before he had participated
in the taboo act on Harry Potter's living room floor at a baby girl's
celebration of birth.

He
shuddered a little as the very thought made his skin prickle in not
entirely an unpleasant way.

It
was three days before an Owl from Harry came, Severus had actually
been surprised, as the encounter had many trademarks of a one-off.
The bird made itself known, and acted as if there was an urgency to
its message. Snape took the letter just to lessen the anxiety of the
bird, but the Owl continued to pace and flap until he ripped the
letter open and read the damn thing.

It
was a very nice invitation card, stating a time and place to meet. It
was on very nice stationary, not wizarding parchment, and there was
something in the envelope with it as well. Severus shook
it out. A single pressed sprig of forsythia flowers floated to the
floor, and the second it landed, exploded into a bouquet of various
white and yellow flowers.

Severus Snape was
actually rendered speechless in surprise. He looked down at the
decadent display before him, feeling oddly as if the sunshine had
invaded his home. There were some oriental lilies in the arrangement
and a thick sweet scent was already filling the dusty air. Not caring
that it looked ridiculous, Severus backed away from the flowers, and
sulked down to his lab.

It
took roughly twenty minutes for him to decide that he was livid.

He
did go to the dinner, arriving only ten minutes late despite an evil
voice in his head telling him not to go at all. It was a nice
restaurant, although filled with Muggles. Snape had been apprehensive
when he had realized Harry was asking him to a Muggle establishment,
and luckily some of the clothes from when he was a very young man
still fit. The old clothes were still nice, his trunks were guarded
from moths and in stasis, so the soft black sweater looked neat and
trim, as did his dark blue jeans. It was really the best Severus
could manage towards 'normal' for muggles.

Severus
saw Harry before Harry saw Severus. The older man had shaken off the
hostess who tried to guide him elsewhere, so he had the liberty of
stilling and observing Harry.

The
boy was dressed a little nicer than he, with clothes that sat on him
awkwardly, as if new and unused to the form that they were bought to
cover. His eyes were trained downwards, as he folded and refolded his
napkin. The naturally pouty lips moved a bit as he switched his gaze
between the open window and his napkin, and Severus came to the
conclusion that he must be gently chewing at them.

It
was only six, and the restaurant was still waiting to be filled.
Severus sat in a booth and continued to watch the boy. It felt a
little bit good to flex the spy skills. The man flagged down a waiter
and ordered a glass of red wine, and when it came he resumed his
watching of the younger man.

Harry
was quickly descending into a very anxious state. His lip chewing was
now in full swing, and he had found a very offending strand out of
place on the hem of his sleeve.

Severus
slowly drained his glass, and when he had, he ordered a bottle. He
watched the boy sit there for almost an hour, before drunkenly
picking up his bottle, instructing the waiter to put it on the boys
tab, and staggering out into a London night.

The
armchair in front of his fireplace greeted Severus like an old
friend. His body collapsed into the corduroy covered cushions as if
reconnecting with its other half. The bottle of wine was still
clutched in his hand, the neck fogging slightly around his drink
warmed skin in the cool room. He tipped some more of the layered
liquor down his throat, his ability to appreciate wine, the feel of
the couch cushions on his tense shoulders, the cool chill of his
house in nighttime without a fire all the more pristinely accurate
with every toss.

Stupid
boy... He could have his shining life, shining wife, Severus wouldn't
bother becoming something he had never been just to make that boy
shine more.

Severus
had almost drifted off to sleep when the fire roared and none other
than Harry Potter forced himself past the wards and into Severus
Snape's living room.

The
older man brought himself up in his chair a little. The boys fists
were clenched, and his frame screamed rage, but Snape was gonna beat
him to it, “What right do you have barging into MY living room
at this ho-”

“Shut
it!” Harry snapped, reeling forward and grabbing Severus's
shirt, lifting him out of the chair, but not quite to his feet. They
were eye to eye, “Why not TELL me you weren't going to COME?”

Severus
shoved at Harry with loose drunken strength, the bottle fell to the
floor, bounced and rolled, spilling its red liquid in a poetic arch,
“Because you can KEEP it!” his voice cracked as he
bellowed, as it had been so long since he had raised his voice in
anger.

“What
the hell does that mean?” Harry hissed, “I just wanted to
take you out and talk an-”

“And
come back HERE, perhaps? Oh you would be so charming and your emerald
eyes would sparkle and I'd be all but giddy to invite you back. YOU!
Because you're so necessary. Because I am just such a non-factor in
any lives that I'm the perfect person for you to practice this new
path with.” Severus bent down and picked up the bottle,
draining the two gulps that hadn't escaped during the fall.

Harry
had stilled. Eyes as green as the highlights in the wine bottle
looking him over. He stepped over slowly, and gently took the bottle
from Severus's lax hand, “You did come.”

Severus
didn't say anything for a while.

“I
thought it was a mistake. But I was so upset I just paid and got out
of there.” Harry turned the bottle in his hands, “I'd
ask... Why. But I've been too slow. That twisted head of yours has
already come up with something horrible for you to say to me.”

Severus
simply blinked deep ink black eyes, head tilted away from Harry at a
three quarters angle. They stood in silence again, before something
stole Severus's tongue, probably something from that twisted mind of
his, “If you want everything to be bright and easy, for flowers
and fancy dinners to pave your pristine way... Then stay where you
are. Give your pretty flowers to your pretty wife, take your
muggleborn friends to your muggle restaurants, and just stay where
you are. You've fought enough, Harry. A life with me is not the life
for you. Don't insult us both by doing this.”

Severus
had expected pause. He expected silence followed by a respectful
vacation of his house, but the Boy-who-lived didn't even miss a beat,
“And this is for you to decide? I gave you flowers because I
thought that even though it was unoriginal, you have probably never
been sent flowers before. I took you to a muggle restaurant because
no one would recognize you and whisper. And I will always fight for
what I want, Voldemort and that whole fucking mess taught me that
it's worth it!”

Only
towards the end of his little speech had he begun to shout, and
Severus decided shouting back was uncalled for. But with his anger no
longer giving his spirit-loose body a structure to stand on, he felt
himself becoming pliant, and willing to give in to the boys
persistence.

“Are
you okay. You look like you might fall down.” Harry stepped
forward and placed a bracing hand on Severus' elbow.

Severus
looked down at the ground, and then back at Harry, “I might.”

Harry
cracked a little grin, “Oh what we would have given back in
school to see you like this. Your cheeks are all flushed too, you
know. The only time I've seen them so pink before is when I fucked
you into my living room floor.”

Severus
should have been outraged about so many things. Little alarms were
going off in his head, but the man felt more like simply accepting
the truth as the truth instead of letting his pride strip away the
warmth he felt by standing in the near-embrace of this boy.

Boy.

“You're
barely. Barely eighteen. I'm almost fourty.”

“I'm
almost nineteen. And you're barely thirty nine.” Harry
countered.

Severus
snorted at the ridiculous correction, staggering a little to the
side, “Oh. Excuse me. Exaggeration has always been a fault of
mine.”

Harry now had him in
a light embrace, “Lets get you to bed.”

“I
was going to sleep on the chair.” Severus informed him. It
wasn't exactly an argument, more of a simple 'I would have survived
without you'.

Harry
understood, “Yes. But I would really like to take you to bed.”

The
large black eyes in Severus' skull seemed to sober all on their own
to give Harry one more piercing, suspicious glare, “I don't
want to see you here in the morning.”

Harry
chuckled a little, beginning to lead him up the stairs. They made
their way to the bedroom in an awkward silence, Harry was obviously
thinking of something to say when they reached the bedroom. Severus
could hear his brain working.

Severus
stopped and turned at his bedroom door, facing the boy with a
supercilious look adorning his proud features, “So. What'll it
be?”

“Hm?”
Harry just stared at him, “What?”

“You've
been thinking of something to say to me to seal your entrance into my
bedroom and body and time is up. What do you have?”

Harry
turned a little pink, and looked down. The boy drew in a long,
steadying breath, before finally lifting his head and fixing fiery
green eyes onto his target, “I want to pump you so full of my
cock you cry.”

The
older man's eyes went wide, and before he could form a response,
Harry had him pinned to the shoddy door to the bedroom. His hands on
Severus were hard, grabbing roughly and quickly unfastening his pants
and wriggling him out of his shirt. Harry's lips didn't once connect
with Severus in a kiss, instead the young man ravaged his neck and
collarbone, leaving harsh little bite marks and bruises on the pale
flesh.

Harry
craned his neck downward, biting harshly at the tender pink nipples
he had just exposed, ripping gasps and moans from Severus. He chewed
the little left nub until he drew blood, and finally grabbed Severus
by his hair down into an abusively forceful kiss. Severus tasted his
own blood on the young heroes tongue, the tang causing a sob to tear
through him.

The
boys hand was fisted in the ex professors long hair, and after he was
done crushing their mouths together, he jerked the thin mans head
back and twisted. Severus found his head being twisted to face the
rough wooden door, his neck, torso and hips being forced to follow.
His pants were around his ankles, his shirt was thrown down the hall,
and he was pressed to the door by his skull, his cheekbone boring
into the wood hard enough to bruise. His underwear was haphazardly
dropped to join the jeans pooled at his ankles on the floor.

Harry
yanked his fist full of the mans hair down, so he no longer stood so
far above him. The youth buried his face in the silky black hair,
before brutally biting the shell of an ear, waiting for the shocked
cry to finish before hissing “If you don't want this, you say
so now.”

Severus
just gulped, and breathed hard for a moment, before collecting
himself, “I can take anything you can give.”

Severus
heard a rustling, and the next thing he felt was a thin, blunt tip
being pressed passed his sphincter, invading his body. He felt a
tingle inside him, and realized it was Harry's wand. He shuddered as
it was removed, thinking of all the other things Harry would do with
that wand, how for the rest of his life he would wield an instrument
that had been inside Severus.

“It
is not required to insert the wand for that particular spell.”
the ex-professor couldn't help but murmur into the door. He was
rewarded with a smart smack to each cheek of his magically lubricated
ass.

“I
just like seeing this hungry little hole eat things up.” Harry
said with a wide smile, giving his cock a quick stroke before
pressing the tip to the tight ring of muscle that had only been
stretched around his wand “Last time you went so crazy,
thrashing around my cock” he pressed in slowly, but not too
slowly, the man before him hissed as he was stretched but did not cry
out, “I wonder how long until you're undone this bout.”
the youth thrust forward the last few inches all at once and Severus
let loose an entirely erotic moan.

Harry
began to thrust inside his old potions professor, and the moan the
thin man had let loose at being filled turned into a continuous keen.
It didn't take long for Severus to start demanding more with his
body, thrusting back into Harry. He whipped his hips up to meet every
penetrative thrust. His voice broke in his continuous moan whenever
his prostate was hit, and soon Harry was pummeling the sensitive
gland, not missing with a single thrust.

“Fuck
Severus, you're so fucking fantastic!” Harry's hands were
holding the jutting hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed their
bodies together with abandon. It was just as desperate and harsh as
the first fuck on the floor, and loose raw moans escaped both of
their mouths as they panted and gasped shamelessly.

“You
sure made it hard enough for me to get inside you for how much you
love it.” Harry breathed, “I won't ask you out to dinner
again-Ah!” Harry's whole body when still with a shudder as he
felt his seed pump inside the gripping channel.

The
Boy Who Lived slowly withdrew from the ex-spy. Severus was still
breathing hard, making tiny moans of need.

Harry
grabbed one of the mans pale shoulders and turned him. Severus
slumped his back against the door, a fringe of hair hiding his face.
His whole body trembled, and Harry took it all in. Severus was a
nearly hairless man, his skin almost glowed in the dim hall lighting
it was so pale, this pale skin was only interrupted by slightly
purpled scars, two pert and tortured nipples, and a giant, leaking
red cock. “But you will agree to give this relationship,
physical or otherwise, a real chance.”

Harry
dropped to his knees. A cock like that deserved worship. It was
almost as white as the rest of the alabaster man towards the base,
making a beautiful color transformation along the shaft to a ripe
plum red head. He was circumcised, unlike Harry, and it was not only
long, but was gluttonously fat. The mans thin rail frame was entirely
in contrast to the thick, juicy looking cock.

Harry
might have felt envious, but all he could think about was tasting it.
Clear fluid anxiously bubbled from the slit at the tip. Emerald eyes
flashed up to meet ink black as the young man stuck his tongue out
and tasted the abundant precum. The boy knew that it wasn't fair to
give only tentative licks, as he could see the result of his own
orgasm slowly dripping down the inside of the mans smooth thighs.
Feigning confidence, Harry took the fat head into his mouth.

Severus
threw his head back as Harry bobbed his head on his cock. Harry found
it impossible to not use his hands, instinctively he wrapped one hand
around the base of the shaft, pumping the hot flesh in time with his
mouth engulfing the member. His other hand hugged around the thin
thighs and found the slick and slightly leaking pucker, still hot and
loose. Two fingers delved inside almost of their own accord, and more
of Harry's own seed rolled down his hand from the used hole. It was
so filthy in his mind, nothing had ever turned him on more, Harry
moaned around the cock in his mouth.

And
that was it, Severus had a hand in his hair, pulling and gripping as
his face contorted. Thick, affronting liquid shot into Harry's mouth,
and he managed to stifle his initial instinct to gag. He waited for
the flesh to stop spasming in his mouth, collecting the pungent fluid
in the back of his throat before swallowing the entire load all at
once.

Severus's
body twitched involuntarily as Harry swallowed around his spent and
sensitive organ. The man was panting, his body was covered in a
slight sheen of sweat, he swayed slightly and Harry knew it was time
to lay him down.

The
young man stood, and guided Severus forward to lean on him as he
opened the door. He grabbed an arm and threw it over his shoulder,
taking the lank man over to his bed. The room was small and
cluttered, as if too many things were trying to fit inside it.
Severus hit the bed hard, his pale long body cutting through the dark
blue of the sheets.

Harry
grabbed his wand and uttered cleaning spells for both of them, as he
was sure he wouldn't ever see Severus again if he left him to sleep
all night leaking Harry's seed.

Looking
at Severus sprawled out on the bed, teenage flesh having re-hardened
the second he had touched his tongue to the tip of the other mans
cock, and seeing him looking so wanton and vulnerable practically
pulled his body next to Severus's on the bed.

Before
he could completely relax against Severus, there was a cold hand
around his throat. It wasn't squeezing, it was just stopping him from
laying down, Severus's eyes were open and sober, and glaring at
Harry, “You will not stay here.”

Harry
sat up, getting off the bed, utterly insulted, “I know. You
already said that.”

“That
has not changed.” Severus covered his body with the blankets,
“And if I find you have gone and blabbed about these few little
encounters with any of your friends I-”

“Shut
up!” Harry snapped, “You looked wonderful tonight
Severus. I'm going to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, and
you'll drink it before you go to sleep. I will take my respectful
leave, and I will Owl you in the morning. I can tell you're grouchy
and I'm not going to let you piss me off.”

Severus
said nothing as the boy left the room. Not a minute later he was back
with a tall glass of water. “Alright there you go.” Harry
set it on the bedside table, “You less pissy yet?”

Severus
glared up at him, “I apologize. Although I do loathe the
sentiment of sleeping in each others embrace after intercourse, I
only barred you from my bed because I know that I am a
problematically light sleeper and vicious waker. I have drawn my wand
on and even cursed people whose intentions were only benevolent. I
should have been more clear. As it was, I was just cruel.”

Harry
smiled widely, “Thanks for telling me that. Although I would
have accepted no reason at all quite happily.”

Severus
reached over to the glass of water, taking a cool sip. “I have
a book that has been warded quite tiresomely. Its a contemporary
text, and my knowledge of ancient dark arts does little good with it.
I hear wards are a specialty of yours within the Auror ranks, and if
you have time enough tomorrow to write me an owl, why not just floo
over and have a look at it for me?”

The
young man was actually surprised at the invitation, “Well. I
have about an hour or so I can take during the day for lunch, or I
can come in the evening. When would be better for you?”

Severus
was tired. And he understood the question that was truly being asked
of him, but he really didn't care to respond, his mind was too murky
to consider it properly, “I am free all day.”
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