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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The shrieking shack was deathly quiet, Harry walked towards the prone bleeding body. A rasping gasp suddenly pierced the silence. Harry ran to the man, sliding to his knees beside him.

Severus was covered in blood, it dripped from his mouth, the red shocking in contrast to his ghostly white skin. The wound from Nagini open, torn, exposing the flesh and bone beneath the skin. Severus tried to reach up to hold the blood inside, his fingers flopped weakly and his hand fell to the floor, useless. Harry clasped his hand over the wound, the blood pumping against his palm. Warmth seeming to seep into his very soul as the life force of the man that had played his part so well ebbed away. Severus turned his brimming eyes to Harry’s wide green ones.

“Look at me.”

Harry screamed while he was bombarded with images from Snape. The prophecy, his mother’s beautiful eyes filled with laughter then tears, Dumbledore begging for his death. The years Severus had sacrificed to protect Harry, all those years with his feelings changing towards the boy as he grew into a man.

Harry pressed to wound harder, desperately calling for help.

“Please don’t die!” Severus tried to smile through his pain. His shaking hand reached with a strength borne from sheer determination, his bloody fingers graced Harry’s cheek. A tender touch that made Harry want to cry.

“Stupid boy.” His voice whispered, his breath stuttered and then stopped.

Harry woke up screaming, the sweat soaking him and the sheets beneath. His heart beating a loud tattoo in his chest, he gasped trying to fill his straining lungs. The only sound in the silent room were the frantic inhalations.

He died

How can it be him?

Harry sat up, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions. Running a hand through his wet hair, he let out a long shaking breath. As he moved to reach for the glass of water by the side of his bed, the plug buried deep inside shifted slightly. Pressing itself against his prostate as if it had a will of its own. He groaned, his cock twitching at the sensation. Unconsciously, Harry reached down to run gentle fingers along the awakening shaft. The cool touch felt amazing on the heat of his rapidly filling cock. Harry relaxed, lying back into the sheets. Mind focused on distracting himself from the despair of the memory.

He brought his hand up to his lips, tongue slicking his palm. The moist hand wrapping itself around the fully erect length, the saliva slicking the way for his strokes. Teasing himself he started slowly, languid pulls, his hips bucking up at the feeling. Gradually adding the little twist around the head that he liked, breath beginning to come faster. The sound of panting filling the quiet room.

You will not come unless you are in this room, is that understood?

Harry’s hand froze mid stoke, fingers clasped painfully as the words echoed in his head. With a wilful smile he stroked harder, determined to break the rule. His hand moving faster, the memory of the man touching him. The dark eyes that seemed to see into his soul.

Reading me like a book

Or someone who knows legilimancy?

Shit, if it is Snape. He’ll know.

Frustrated he growled and threw his hand to the side of him, the bed shaking violently under the force of the blow. His cock stood proudly, a single drop of pearly white pre-come sliding slowly down the shaft. Its very presence seeming to tease and taunt a desperate Harry.

“FUCK!” He shouted, voice trembled with annoyance and lust.

Unable to lie there and wait for his cock to deflate. Harry flung himself from the bed, huffing and muttering under his breath as he made his way downstairs.

“Fucking bastard, I should wank just to spite the tattooed tosser!”

Feet stamping loudly down the stairs, reminding him that he no longer had to worry about waking anyone when sleep eluded him. A momentary pang of pain seemed to wash over him,

Charlie

I wonder if he’s ok?

If he’s ok without me?

That thought seemed to hit a nerve, Harry found that he was standing in front of the floo. A handful of powder. The Burrow on his lips, he clamped his lips together.

You will not sleep with anyone else, is that understood?

Sitting on the floor by the cold fire, Harry put his head in his hands. Mad at himself for thinking of contacting Charlie. The cool side of the bed when he awoke making him miss the warmth of a man next to him. He sighed and leaned against the hearth. The position of his back tilting putting the plug in a new place. A whimper slipped from his lips, his deflated cock perked up at the increase of his pulse.

“Bloody hell, how am I supposed to last for the next two days.”

It had only been a day since he had visited Pandora’s Box and already the pressure was getting to him. The fact that moments after he had his Snape epiphany ,Ron’s owl had flown through the window. The resulting howler had not helped Harry’s mood. The memory of the loud shouts emerging from it in Ron’s furious tone still in his mind.

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MY BROTHER!!

YOU SHOULD COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY THAT HE

LOVED YOU!!!!

Harry found that he agreed with Ron, how could he do that? Why had he done that?

I’m looking forward to breaking you

You’ll die for me to touch you

The strange thing was that Harry was already craving his touch. Finding images popping into his head at strange times. Sitting with Hermione this morning, the light in the kitchen had reflected off a knife in the draw. The sudden image of the torch lights shining on the manacles hanging from the ceiling left Harry breathless and struggling to fill his lungs. Hermione had panicked ready to floo St Mungo’s before Harry managed to calm down. A sheepish smile on his face as he assured her that he was fine.

How can I wait till Friday!

Standing in his study, Harry perused his library of books. Some of them were Charlie’s. With a heavy heart, Harry realized he would have to sort and send them to the Burrow. One of Charlie’s scrap books caught his eye, it contained news clippings from the end of the war. It was the only thing about any of it that Harry allowed in the house. His order of The Merlin was packed in a box in the attic. Harry refused to look at it, the pain of remembering how many people had given their lives celebrated with an award was unbelievable to him. He had even refused to attend the ceremony causing a huge uproar. Hermione lying for him in the end, insisting that while he was honoured and would have loved to attend, he was extremely ill. The truth was that Harry spent that night and the next three nights in bed with a pair of hot blonde twins. Harry smiled at the memory, Amelia riding his cock while Jayde rimmed him to within an inch of his life.

A ghost of a smile still gracing his lips as he reached for the scrap book. It fell open to the reports of Voldemort’s death, Harry scanned over them looking for anything that mentioned Snape. One headline caught his attention.

Severus Snape - Saint or Sinner?

Harry let out a snort of laughter at the headline.

Typical Daily Prophet

Oh, what a surprise it was written by Rita Skeeter!

This Daily Prophet reporter has it on very good authority that Severus Snape was actually working for Dumbledore all along. Sources tell me that after the unfortunate deaths of The Potters, A remorseful Snape pleaded for a chance to make amends for his own actions as A Death Eater.

One source who I’m not at liberty to divulge insists that there were other motivations for his change of heart. ‘He loved Harry’s mother Lily, always had and was destroyed when she died’ my source revealed.

Harry dropped the scrap book, the pages fluttering closed.

That’s not what I saw in his memories, did I misunderstand?

Harry racked his brain trying to remember the details of the night Severus died.

If he did

The memories of his mother were loving but as a friend loves another friend. The way that Harry felt about Hermione, loving her like a sister. He began to wonder whether he had misinterpreted the images he was shown. Wondering why the thought of Snape loving his mother was making him feel uneasy and cheated somehow.

Suddenly possessed with the idea of finding out whether he was right of not. He threw on some clothes, an old pair of jeans and a tight black tee. Looking at the time noting it was just after one o’clock, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted PANDORA’S BOX.

Dumped ungraciously into the reception area, the pierced man looking at him with a mixture of surprise and mirth. Without saying a word to Harry, he pressed a buzzer, leaning forward to announce.

“Mr Potter is here Mistress Raven.”

A girlish laugh followed the statement, the melodic voice instructing the man to escort Harry to her office. The man ushered Harry along the narrow corridor, Harry gathered from the arched eyebrow on the man’s face that he was receiving treatment that was not the norm.

“Does Mist..,” he corrected himself on pronouncing his name wrong, hoping the man wouldn’t notice, “Miss Raven usually see people without an appointment and so late.”

The man seemed surprised by the question, he smiled.

“Its late?” that was the only answer Harry received before they reached her office. She sat reclining on one of the long white leather settees, drink in hand. Smiling she gestured for Harry to join her, he sat perched on the edge, unsure of how close he should be. Automatically she shuffled up next to him, with a laugh in her eyes she lifted her arm and sniffed.

“Do I smell?” Harry found himself returning her smile and laughing out loud. He made a joke of taking a huge lungful of her and then coughing. Her sweet exotic perfume washing over him. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on that made him feel comfortable.

“Is it Friday already?” she asked, tone teasing.

Face pinking up with embarrassment, Harry shook his head and looked at her with hopeful eyes. She lifted a hand to stop him.

“He’s not here.” her voice indicated to Harry that she was surprised by this development too.

“Is he usually?” Harry asked with a casual tone, if it was Snape he had to play it cool.

She looked deep into his eyes as if trying to sense his intentions behind the question. She sighed, a soft smile graced her delicate features.

“Yes, but something’s changed,” she stopped seeming to think of whether to elaborate or not, “He got rid of his other submissives today, you’re the only one left.” Her bright blue eyes watched avidly for Harry’s reaction.

Schooling his features to appear unaffected by the news, though his heart was beating faster. Harry didn’t pass a comment on the information, she watched then sipped her drink.

“How much do you know about him?” Harry winced at the obviousness of his question. Mentally kicking himself for being so transparent. Miss Raven got up from the settee to pour Harry a glass of wine.

“I know everything.”

With that she handed Harry his glass and walked over to the door leading into the club. Harry looked at what she wearing for the first time, a tight black silk dress, it emphasised her curves. Low at the neck exposing just a hint of cleavage, a split along the side to show a sliver of a shapely leg. Harry found it sexy but extremely demure considering where they were. She held out a perfectly manicured hand to him, he took it. Her skin soft and warm beneath his fingers.

“We’re having a quiet get together for just a few of my more important clients.” She turned to look him in the eyes, face serious for a moment.

“Harry, you are about to see things that may seem strange even repugnant to you,” She paused briefly to see if he was following, “but the dynamic between master and slave is different for everyone, do you understand?”

Harry tried to imagine the sights that could greet him behind the door, he nodded.

“Don’t act shocked?” He asked.

She gave him a fond smile, her hand came up to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The door opened slowly, this time to music was quieter. It still had a hard beat that thumped inside Harry’s chest but he could hear people talking this time. A long corridor greeted him, doors dotted alongside. Harry surmised that they must be rooms like the one he had experienced. He followed behind her, muffled groans and gasps slipped from each door as he passed.

A large room somewhat like a cocktail lounge, one end with a huge and by the look of it fully stocked bar. Black leather and chrome featured heavily in the décor. It seemed like a stylish drinking establishment if you didn’t know any better or looked at the clientele. Couples seemed to be everywhere, Harry had to lower his amazed gaze to stop from staring. A gorgeous blonde strutted past on high heels, her hand held a leash. The man attached crawled on all fours behind her, muzzle in place.

Taking a huge swig of his wine to nearly spit it back out as he saw two men by the bar. The one at the bar, handsome and stylish. An aristocratic air about him. He sat on a stool, having what appeared to be a casual conversation with the bartender. What made Harry blush and force himself to swallow his drink was the vision of a smaller more slender man who was kneeling at his feet, completely naked. The small man sucking the other man’s cock with enthusiasm, the recipient of his lavish blowjob paying him no mind. Harry winced with sympathy when he noticed the man on his knees was wearing a cock ring, his cock purple and engorged with the need for release. Harry remembered the plug inside him, used to the feeling now he only felt it when it moved.

Miss Raven watched his reaction with a cool eyes, she seemed to have no interest of what was happening around her.

“A word of warning, you haven’t been marked yet,” seeing the confusion on Harry’s face she explained “When a dominant picks a sub he will on occasion mark them to give a clear message to other Doms.”

“Look but don’t touch?” Harry supplied, she laughed.

“Sometimes don’t even look.” She laughed as she walked him over to the bar, Harry avoiding making eye contact with the man at the bar. The noise of soft humming and the sound of a mouth slurping echoed in his ears. Miss Raven picked up on his distress and guided him further away. She greeted a couple at the bar with a fond hello. Harry found himself smiling at the pair. The girl sat upon the man’s lap leaning back into his chest, his fingers tracing a pattern on her upper arm.

“Hello, I’m Simone and this is Demetre.” She held out her hand for Harry to shake. Harry went to shake the man’s hand but he didn’t immediately offer his, he looked instead at the girl. She smiled, brown eyes filled with pleasure.

“You may shake his hand.” flicking her high brunette ponytail as he reached and shook Harry’s hand. Harry was stunned, he had wrongly assumed by their relaxed demeanour that they were just a regular couple.

“Its wonderful to see the two of you again, you must visit more often.” Miss Raven’s voice sweet and friendly, with sure hand she guided Harry towards the very end of the bar.

Movement in the corner of his eye distracted Harry, he found his body moving towards the display. A slim black haired man was bent over what appeared to be a spanking bench. Hand manacled to the floor in front of him, feet spread wide also chained in position. Harry could see the blissful look on the attractive young man’s face. Breath catching in his throat as his gaze travelled down taking in the various marks dotted about his body. Arse cheeks shining with large red handprints. Harry imagined that he could almost feel the heat coming of the abused skin.

A large man stood behind the bound man. Muscles shining with some kind of oil that caught the light. Naked his rigid cock stood proudly, huge and adorned with a piercing through the end. Harry clenched around the plug at the thought of something like that inside him, the plug rubbing alongside that little pleasure gland. Unable to stop a long low moan escaped from his lips. The oiled man turned to look at him, a predatory smile slipping across his rugged features.

“You’re a pretty one.” Harry automatically stepped back, his skin goose bumped under the leering gaze.

The man laughed and slammed his cock inside the bound man. His agonised screams forcing there way into Harry’s ears. Harry moved to stop him, halting when the bound man instead of begging for mercy pleaded for more. Stunned at the man’s enjoyment, Harry still couldn’t turn away. Thrusts were slow and deep, the slick sound of some sort of oil easing the way as he slid effortlessly in and out of the pleading man.

A body pressed hard up against his back, a thick hand reached for his throat. Harry struggled, the hand gripped tighter. Harry slumped, leaning back against the hard body as someone whispered in his ear.

“Are you enjoying the show?” The rasping voice of his new master purred.

“Yes!” Harry found his voice was full of excitement.

“Would you like to join in?”

Harry wanted to say yes, the word was on the very tip of his tongue when two things stopped him. The face of the leering man and the words that filled his head.

You will not sleep with anyone else

Harry shook his head, voice shaking as he replied.

“I want to do that with you.”

Instantly rewarded with a soft kiss to the neck, a tongue flicking lightly. Harry moaned, remembering himself he slammed his lips together. The dark man laughed and nipped, biting sharply at the top of his spine.

“I want to hear your moans.” Harry turned, obsidian eyes fixed on his wild green ones, Harry tilted his head back and moaned.

“Good boy.” the deep voice praised him. A single finger ran down the front of Harry’s tee shirt, rubbing across his hardening nipples. The moans now permitted were falling freely from Harry’s mouth. All the moans he wanted to let out from their last encounter spilled from his mouth. Eager to please the man, he pushed back against him. The feel of a large hard cock pushing into the bottom of his spine made Harry bite his lips to stop a shout of desire.

“I should punish you, it’s not Friday.” the tone serious but with a hint of humour.

“Please don’t.. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Harry shocked with his own words, the desperation colouring his voice.

The man ground his cock hard into Harry’s back, his fingers rubbing the growing bulge forming in Harry’s trousers. The fingers stopped and two hands came up to touch his shoulders, forcing Harry down on to his knees.

The man walked with slow steps, dragging out the tension that was building inside Harry. Bare-chested again, tight leather trousers shiny in the spotlight dotted around the room. The large snake tattoo writhing on his chest, the tail wrapped around his neck. Harry followed the swirling red and green scales to where the head was resting. The serpent’s tongue flicking, tasting the air just above the button of the trousers.

Harry almost went to reach for the button, remembering the other couple from earlier he resisted the urge. Instead he placed his hands behind his back, clasping them together, head down waiting to be given his orders.

“Someone’s been paying attention, good boy.”

A pat on the head, Harry sighed as fingers massaged his scalp briefly before pulling away.

“Look at me.” The words nearly making Harry swoon.

Severus turned his brimming eyes to Harry’s wide green ones.

“Look at me.”

The man touched his cheek, rubbing a thumb along his cheek bone, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. Harry lifted his eyes, frightened to look at the man he was beginning to realize was Severus Snape. The man unbuttoned his flies, turgid cock springing free. The tip brushing Harry’s lips, Harry’s fingers clasped tighter fighting not to taste the man on his lips. Fingers caressing his head, grip tightening a fraction as Harry’s head was guided closer to his prize. All thoughts of Snape, of anything but that glorious cock fled from Harry’s mind.

“Suck me.”

Harry lunged forward, mouth stretched wide as he attempted to fit as much as he could in his mouth. Realizing that it was too much, he regretfully pulled back. Licking and lapping at the spongy head. The bitter sweet taste exploding on his taste buds as his tongue swirled around and dipped under the foreskin. A moan and burst of fluid his reward. He kissed along the throbbing vein on the underside, little kisses followed with tiny kittenish licks. His own cock weeping within the tight confines of his jeans. The man whispered a word and Harry opened his mouth to scream as the vibrations in the plug began. The huge shaft sliding into his stretched screaming mouth. Harry gagged as the tip hit the back of his throat, mouth flooding with saliva. Harry felt it run down his chin and onto the man’s balls. The fingers pushed harder, the cock sliding further down his throat, Harry began to struggle for air. The grunts from the dark man increasing, he pulled back so the leaking tip was just on Harry’s tongue. Only to thrust back in, deep and into Harry’s tender throat. Fucking Harry’s mouth fast and deep. The gurgling noises increasing as Harry struggled to not choke. Swallowing around the head as best as he could. The cock slipped deeper, his own cock screaming for release. The front of his jeans wet with pre- come.

The man groaned, fingers clenched almost pulling out some of Harry’s hair. The cock buried deep in his throat seemed to harden further then erupted in his mouth.

“Swallow every drop.” the husky, breathless voice ordered.

Hot come flooding his mouth, pouring down his throat. His eyes watering as he desperately tried to obey. The man’s shudders stopped, his cock spurted one last time. Harry’s tongue chasing every drop as he withdrew from his sore mouth.

“Good boy.,” the man whispered, the vibration increased sharply. Harry nearly yelped at the sensation, “COME NOW!”

Harry’s cock obeyed, pouring itself inside his jeans. His moans weak and pitiful, the pleasure overload was too much. Heart racing as he tried to stay conscious this time, black dots in front of his eyes. Darkness creeping around the edges, his balls twitched once more as the last drops spurted. Harry slumped forward the darkness claiming him.
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