All Forms of Caution | By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 17700 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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“Bonding is a secret rite carried out by Veela and part Veela. Our Bonding was greatly complicated by Harry's human nature fighting the Veela. But I knew that it was merely a matter of patience before Harry accepted me.”
Severus Snape, interviewed for 'The Veela Who Lived?'
After Severus had claimed Harry, the younger man had turned onto his side, hating what he had just allowed to have happen, and let tears fall from his eyes. At his side, Snape made a soft cawing noise, and Harry knew it should have been calming him, but in his distress, he wasn't even responding to the Veela noises he knew without knowing how.
Snape was running one gentle hand along Harry's side, his eyes no longer so silvery, although there was still silver flecks glinting in the black. He licked at Harry's shoulder blades, wondering if the other man would fledge at some point. It made him long to claim his Bond-Mate again, but with the first screaming need assuaged, he knew he would need to spend time explaining things to Harry.
He started with his wings. “I fledged the day I realised you were my Bond-Mate. Prior to that, I had a fully human body. My wings were small for over six years. When I awoke this morning and they were fully formed, and my blood sang for you, I knew it was time to claim what was rightfully mine.”
“I'm not yours,” Harry snuffled, already sick of this particular argument and the rabbit hole he seemed to have fallen down. “I'm not yours. And what just happened was a mistake. I don't even know why it did happen. Please,” he rolled away from the soft touch, “just leave me alone.”
Severus got off the bed and moved silently around it to face the younger man. Harry flushed at the sight of the penis that had been driven into him with such vehemence, and swallowed, hoping Snape wasn't going to try anything else. “Look at me,” the winged man ordered.
Harry stared anywhere but at the man who had taken his virginity, tears still sliding down his cheeks.
“Look at me,” he was instructed again, and this time there was a trill behind it that Harry clenched his hands at, feeling the need to obey the Veela. But still he stubbornly refused.
The trill almost over-powered the words and Harry finally obeyed when Snape commanded him the third time. He looked into silver and black eyes, hating his acquiescence, but hating the man who enforced it more.
“You may fight against this all you want. After all, your human emotions are no doubt rebelling at the notion of being owned, but your Veela instincts know that this is right and proper. I have claimed you, and you are mine; but now that I have done so, there will be no more coupling between us until you accept what you are, and what we are together.” Severus hesitated before adding, “And there will be no more Veela displays.”
Harry looked at him. “What?”
Snape sighed. “My wings. No-one will ever see them up close but you. Until you accept our Bond, I will not share them with you. And you will not be allowed to touch them.”
Harry wanted to say Big Deal, but he felt the loss as the wings were tucked behind Snape's back, and he backed away from Harry to a wardrobe to find an item of clothing to hide them. Searching for something without really looking at it is not easy, but finally Snape pulled a cloak out and wrapped it over his chest and back. With the wings hidden, Harry felt a lump forming in his throat. He had cried for the situation, but now he cried that he was being deprived something that he hadn't even known had mattered to him.
Severus watched Harry, knowing he was upset at the loss. The Veela in him understood what a constraint it put upon their Bonding that he was denied the freedom to touch and see the wings as he wished. But, Snape thought, until Harry accepted the claim, he had no right to claim any of its benefits. And the pleasure of a Bond-Mate's wings was a highly prized benefit.
Harry wriggled his back, as though missing the weight of wings sprouting from his own shoulder blades. He caught himself and stopped. “So, you're not going to force yourself on me again?” he asked.
Severus' eyes hardened to contain red flecks. “Your body welcomed me,” he said, voice filled with fury, “you wanted my possession.”
“I didn't!” Harry yelled, knowing it to be a lie.
“Your channel was slick for me, and opened exactly enough to take me. You have retained all of my seed. Whatever the human in you is screaming, the Veela in you knows exactly what it wants!”
Harry blushed but shook his head. Enraged, Snape grabbed Harry and forced his legs apart. He pushed one finger deep into the wet passage and moved it rapidly in and out, watching all the time as Harry's hips moved, his cock hardened, and he moaned softly, clearly wanting more.
Abruptly, Severus tugged his digit free and stepped away. Harry cried out, the pleasure of being claimed by his Bond-Mate so suddenly taken from him. He sobbed, chest heaving, begging the other man to take him. But Severus was made of stern stuff and resisted the pleas, knowing that the physical claiming of Harry would be easy, it was the emotional one that the younger man would fight against.
Whilst Harry railed, Severus tasted the slickness. When he had pleasured the youngster before entering him, he had sampled the fluid then and found it sweet but lacking some deeper flavour. Now, as he closed his eyes to focus wholly on what he tasted, he again felt the burst of sweetness, but there was a bitter tang too that made the liquid all the more enticing. His Bond-Mate had changed already as a result of being claimed; it was now a matter of working with the human side of Harry to ensure he accepted this.
On the bed, Harry had curled into a ball and was alternately cursing and begging Snape. He screamed in frustration and self-loathing that he wanted to be fucked, and felt his face flush as he thought of Ron and Hermione downstairs. What would they think had happened up here? He felt his cheeks burning with shame as he realised that Hermione, at least, would be able to deduce precisely why Snape had hauled him so intently into a bedroom.
“We should go downstairs,” Severus announced, glancing at the distressed man before he pulled his trousers on. “Your friends will have lots of questions, and we should establish the boundaries now.”
“What boundaries?” Harry asked, snuffling.
“As I said, we should go downstairs.”
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