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Warning: Mild Language, some slashiness. Full credit to JKR and WB.

Taste
By WittchWay

Snape opened his mouth slightly, welcoming the warm blood soaked tongue of the boy. He rolled to his back pulling Harry on top of him. The weight of the boy felt good, warm, Snape ran a hand up Harry's back, twining his fingers in the raven head of hair, pulling the boys neck back, sinking his teeth into the already healing wound. A low purr whispered in his ear, as the boy grind his hips into him. The young wizard’s erection pressed against his. Snape thrust his hips up causing more of a sensation through the thin material of the cloaks and robes.

A startled cry tore threw Harry, a greedy reckless need, Harry grabbed a handful of Snapes robes, straddling the man, "Off", his hands hastened to the clasps on Snapes robes. Harry muttered as he unfastened, unhooked, untied, unbuttoned, damn wizard robes. He muttered frantic pleads to move faster, muttering what he wanted Snape to do to him, what he wanted in return, needed in return.

A strangled cry rose from Sirius somewhere off in the distance. Snape and Harry barely heard it. They were lost in each other and natural instinct. An angry growl raged through Sirius Black as he broke free from Dumbledore’s grip. He was crazed with his need to get his godson away from this monster who was corrupting him. He transformed from man to dog to escape Albus, running forward. He turned just as quickly back to man as he tackled Harry. In one swift movement he tumbled and rolled Harry in his arms. A wild swirl of their cloaks, and Sirius stood with Harry clasped tightly to his chest.

Harry stunned stood panting against Sirius chest. The pink in his cheeks gave a winded, desirable look. His eyes darted around wildly from Sirius to Dumbledore and finally to Snape. But not even Snape could keep his attention. He was suddenly restless, his senses were on overload. His erection was at its hilt. Throbbing between his legs. Everything was appealing, he buried his nose in Sirius chest, inhaling the mans scent. This was appealing.

Snape was on his feet, the black coal of his eyes narrowed, his face was pale but tinged with a fresh red. "Give me what is mine, Black". Sirius was already holdings Harry's dropped wand in hand, poised and read to battle. He said nothing but back away slowly.

Albus stepped forward, "Sirius...be reasonable. This was the best option there was here. Now give Harry to Snape, he will take the boy back to the castle while we go meet the others." Albus's anger crossed his face. He stretched his finger in a controlled sort of flex at his side as he was ignored.

Sirius had backed to where the clearing ended and the dark of the forest began. Snape had followed, step for step that Black had took he had equaled, he stalked what was rightly his and would not be denied such. He pushed back the sides of his cloak, showing the shadow of his wand he had not yet pulled.

Harry still not minding that Sirius was pulling away from Snape, he nuzzled further into the crook of Sirius arm. His eyes half shut, a pleasurable sigh escaped him, Sirius smelled good. Minty, chocolaty, fresh air, autumny, tasty. Harry was tall enough to rest his head on Sirius shoulder but he kept his head bent down. He wound a small hand around Sirius arm, inching his way up his upper arm and finally to his shoulder. A single finger slide up Sirius pale neck. Harry opened his eyes, an angry vein pulsed in the wizards neck.

Harry stroked it, he could feel the small bud fangs appear in his mouth, he tapped each tooth with the tip of his tongue. He watched a moment longer as the vein pulsed, he smirked, a drive of instinct pulsed through him, lurking forward sinking his teeth into his Godfathers neck. A small burst of blood flooded his mouth, he moaned softly at the taste, hungry.

Sirius screamed shoving him away, "What the hell are you doing?", he shrieked Harry stumbled to the ground. A wide grin splashed across his face, his lips ruby from the blood of his godfather.

Harry jumped to his feet, "Sirius," he whispered in a sing song voice, "I like the way you taste..." he licked his lips, his eyes glazed with a crazed fevered need, Harry pulled his cloak tighter around him. He inched forward. He was hungry.

"Harry Potter this is enough", Albus Dumbledore said sharply. Harry looked at him with a twisted amusement, Snape stepped forward, "Albus be reasonable," Snape grinned, Albus paled as his own words were thrown back at him, "He has to make his first kill" Snape continued.

"Severus..."

Snape held up his hand to stop the old mans rambling, "are you tasty also Albus," Snape slowly walked toward him.

Albus narrowed his eyes, "Let’s not forget whose more powerful Severus, I am not here for you to toy with. Now go find you student a kill and get on with it."

A glitter of independence shined in Snapes eyes, he nodded, "I think he's found his first kill and I as his teacher approve...Go ahead Potter you have my full permission to kill this...mutt." Harry rocked on the balls of his feet with joy.

Sirius rage broke, "You send my godson after me, you bastard, I am the only family he has left."

Snape smiled, "Actually I am his only family and my son is hungry".

Harry grew impatient with the banter between the wizards and lurked forward on to Sirius who fell back to the ground. A deep growl struggled to escape Sirius as he fought Harry, his young godson tearing feverishly at his neck.

Albus ran forward as Snape stepped in his path, wand pulled "I don't think so Professor, petrificus totalus" causing Albus to stop in his tracks.

Snape back slowly to where Harry lay on Sirius chest. Snape knelt still facing the Headmaster, wand at the ready. "Get on with it Harry, the old man will break the charm soon," Snape attempted to ignore Dumbledore for the time being. He glanced at Harry, who had Sirius pinned to the ground with a knee in his chest. Harry held Sirius one hand in a controlled grip, the other was pulling franticly on Harry's robes struggling to dislodge himself from Harry.

"Why are you doing this Snape? Stop him." Sirius screamed as Harry nuzzled his face in the mans neck, licking the bloodied neck.

He inhaled deeply, licking hungrily at the tender flesh, the smell and taste of fear radiated off the man. Harry licked, taking Sirius earlobe into his mouth, Snape watched in amused sort of way as Sirius eyelids fluttered at the sensation. His hand slacked on the grip on Harry's robe, he arched his body up to that delicate tongue, that was now kissing along his jaw line, sucking at his throat.

Sirius’s eyes felt heavy, he felt as if he had been drugged, his arms and limbs felt heavy in his attempts to pull Harry off him. Had he drained him of his blood already? He couldn't remember. His mind lacked focus. "Harry," he whispered, "stop this...please..."

Snape wanted nothing more than to hear Sirius beg for his life, to feel that fear he had felt when he had turned the werewolf on him in their 5th year. He leaned in behind Harry, "stop playing with your food," gnawed, biting at the boys neck. He felt Harry grin, in front of him.

Harry leaned the length of his body's along Sirius, who's attempts to escape had decreased. Harry tugged at the collar of his godfather, he licked a final time, the taste awoke a deep seeded arousal. He gripped his godfather’s hips as he grind his own into them. His erection throbbed at the heat and contact of another, the feel of pleasure was almost as enchanting as the draw for blood. Almost.

Harry pulled at Sirius neck, his teeth sank in to the mans throat with the ease of instinct. Harry could hear Snape behind him moan as the scent of blood rose in the air. He was impulse to push aside the boy to finish the task, Sirius blood heated, a pale red tingled in the boys cheeks. An earthy smell surrounded them, as Harry drank of his Godfather. As he revived his life's need, he welcomed the warm flow of blood in his mouth, Snape was behind him, guiding, instructing, whispering heatedly in his ear. Harry felt the growl of that voice crawl across his skin.

Harry lost in a wooziness felt a tap on his shoulder, "let me taste," Snape breathed, he had to finish, Sirius, he had to taste the last threat to his life. Harry growled, pissed that he was being denied his last taste of his Godfather, that intimacy should be his alone. "No," he snarled, going back for more.

Snape shoved Potter aside backhanding him across the face, Snapes fangs appeared a mist a burst of magical power. Harry fell back, his own pre-adult fangs covered in blood that dribbled down his chin, coating his own throat. He stood, glaring at the dark man, "find your own Professor" he spat, "he is mine."

Snapes dark eyes narrowed in amused evil sort of way, "I think not Potter." he whispered, swiftly bending down, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of Sirius Black. Harry growled angrily, he leaped forward to claim what was rightly his. Snape grabbed Harry's collar in the air without an upward look, he growled, teeth still clamped to the mans neck, "stop being a child," he let go of Potter, dropping him.

Pulling himself away from the life he really wanted to end. He yanked at Black trousers, and pulled them down a few inches, he dragged a fingernail over the skin. Bubbles of blood pooled to the surface. Realization splashed across Harry's face. He smiled widely, he liked this, he petted the cross of hair and fur that led its way down the mans body. This was even better.

TBC

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