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Chapter 4

Severus
hadn't wanted to sleep until noon again, and he managed not to. He
did however stay in bed until noon, willing his hangover to go away
before he had to acknowledge it with a hangover potion.

No
such luck and one noxious tasting vial later Severus was setting to
his morning routine. While the tub was filling, he caught a glimpse
of himself in the mirror and froze. There were hickeys on his neck
and chest, one nipple was a little more inflamed than the other, a
small trickle of dried blood from it streaked on his chest, and he
almost shyly rubbed it away.

Then
he looked at his face. As his eyes traced the familiar purple scar
veins on his cheek, he felt some sort of relief. Stepping away from
the mirror, he examined himself fully. Fingerprint bruises on a round
high posterior, scratch marks down a pale slim back, an egregious
amount of hickeys littered a hairless flat chest, and a scarred face,
neck and shoulder.

It
was nice to see something other than a scarred face when he looked in
the mirror.

He
was in the tub when he heard noises and rustling downstairs. He mused
for a moment or two on what it might be, before his stomach dropped.

“Severus?
Sev? You home?” Harry Potters voice traveled up the stairs.

Severus
wanted to simply fall underneath the water line and dissolve. He
certainly didn't want to get out. His bath was really his favorite
time of the day and he had only just lowered himself into the water.
Reluctantly, he raised himself from the water. He placed a stasis
charm on the steaming tub before using his wand to dry himself and
accio over a robe. The robe he donned was soft and thin, made as a
nightgown of sorts, but Severus didn't want to don his layers of
crisp black linens just yet. He would have his bath after the boy
left.

Harry
had worked his way to the bedroom just as Severus stepped out of the
bathroom. “Good morning.” Severus said conversationally.

Upon
seeing Severus, Harry's world worked in slow motion. The thin fabric
the man was wearing hung off each plane of his body, his recently
ravished and still sensitive nipples were perking up into the pliant
knit, and Harry wanted to step forward and nuzzle them both until
they were painfully hard and then bite down through the fabric until
Severus's gasp turned into a simper.

Severus
had said something. Harry had definitely heard noise, “What?”

Severus
just stared at him for a moment, blinking, “I said good
morning.”

“Its
twelve thirty.” Harry said, smiling, “Late morning? I
hope you didn't have too bad of a headache.” Harry moved to
within what Severus thought of as 'personal space'. “You
feeling sick? I can come back later at night if you just want to
nurse the hangover.”

Severus
didn't flinch back from Harry's intrusion, in fact, he did his best
to relax a little closer to him, “I actually just got up from
doing that. I shouldn't spend any more time in bed.”

Harry
brought his arms up and around Severus. His arms locked around
Severus so that the older man couldn't hug back, but he also couldn't
push Harry away. Understanding the juvenile logic there, Severus
settled for simply laying his head down into the bed of unruly hair
that had presented itself by his cheek, “Well. I should get to
seeing about that books ward.” Harry let Severus go and took a
step back.

“Yes.
I shall go get it, if you'll come down, its just in the sitting
room.” Severus then realized that Harry was here on his lunch
break, and he didn't have a shred of food in the house. “Are
you hungry? There's nothing in the house, but while you are working
on the ward I could floo over to the leaky cauldron.”

“Oh
no don't trouble yourself. Ron's always got something in his desk I
can swipe.” Harry sat down on the armchair in the living room,
as Severus took the book in question and put it on the coffee table
in front of him.

“Could
I interest you in a cup of coffee then? You must need it considering
you apparently did not sleep until noon as I did, and I definitely
need a cup.” Severus gave the boy a smirk.

Harry
smiled back at him, “Thanks. I'd kill for a cup. Sugar and
cream, please.”

Severus
went to the kitchen and used magic to speed up the process of brewing
a pot of very strong coffee. He poured himself a mug of the nearly
pitch black liquid, chugged it, and then poured himself another mug
along with his 'guest mug' to which he added nondairy creamer. He
sipped it to make sure he had done it right. He was never one for
sweet flavours though, so he just assumed that it was the way Harry
liked it.

When
he came back into the room Harry was looking smug. Severus offered
out the cup of coffee and Harry took it with a grin, “Wanna
know how I did it?”

“You
have already broken the wards on the text?” Snape asked with
mild surprise.

“Yup.”
Harry sipped at his coffee, “This is actually something we've
been seeing at the ministry a lot lately. What you actually do is a
simple modification from the 'hands off' charm tag you can get at
Weasleys Wizard Wheezy's, and bam, you've got a mean lookin' and
seemingly unbreakable little charm posing as a ward. George has
altered the tag so that it can't happen any more, but five or six
lots were eaten up before he could make the change. Luckily the charm
still disables under the good ole 'Mischief Managed' stop code he has
on all his gags.” Harry sat back smugly and took another long
draw from his coffee mug.

“So
in essence, all you did was say, 'Mischief Managed'.” Severus
summarized, finishing his second cup of coffee in under three
minutes. “Would you like another cup?” He asked,
standing.

Harry
just stared up at him with big green eyes, “I've taken two
sips.”

“Youth.”
Severus grumbled, heading over to the kitchen once more.

Harry
set down his cup and followed him silently.

Once
they were both in the kitchen, and Severus was midway through pouring
himself another cup, Harry spoke, “You feeling better with a
little coffee in you?”

Severus
jumped a little, not knowing Harry had followed him, “Yes. I'm
sorry I should have been more prepared for your arrival.”

“No
not at all. I'm glad you just let me come over again. I didn't have
to smash through wards to see you. Did you replace those, by the
way?” Harry was looking around the slanted little kitchen, and
Snape was filled with shame.

“No.
Actually I have not gotten a chance to. I have been sleeping since
you were last here.” Snape muttered into his cup.

“I'll
replace them on my way out.” Harry offered, “It'll be
safer, no one will sense your magical signature that way.”

Severus
just nodded, staring into his black liquid filled cup. He felt like
he should account for his kitchen, dusty untouched and empty save for
a carton of cream and a coffee maker.

“You
strike me as someone who would have a french press.” Harry said
conversationally, tilting his head towards the only operating part of
the kitchen, the giant muggle coffee maker.

Severus
shrugged, “This machine makes coffee by the gallon. Easy to
manipulate magically. Meets my requirements.”

Harry
smiled, “I see that.” He paused, “Um. I want to, to
ask you to dinner tonight. But we have just such a horrid track
record with that, I feel like I should think up something else to
do.”

Severus
just looked at him, “Harry...” He tried the word on his
tongue, “I am not a social creature. I truly pity you for
desiring my company. If you wish to come over here, I won't fight you
in any physical pursuits, but please do find someone else to show
true romantic interest.”

Phew.
Severus had been looking down at his cup, but upon finishing his
statement he looked up at Harry, hopefully to watch him finally
digest this message. Harry had put down his cup, and was
systematically locking his jaw forward, straightening his spine and
squaring his shoulders. The boy also removed his glasses, muttering
the temporary clear vision spell before putting the round frames in
his pocket. Severus was quite sure this wasn't going to go as
intended.

“Of
course you'll oblige me physically.” Harry took a step forward,
into the personal space he seemed so keen on occupying, “I
already have that. Because I can make your body shudder and spasm, I
can drive you fucking crazy. Don't say a word.” Severus had
opened his mouth but he shut it again reluctantly, “I don't
think you're really getting this, Severus.” The boy reached out
and grabbed Severus around both his biceps, bringing his lips to the
taller mans ear, “I want you.”

Severus
struggled a little vainly, “Potter I demand yo-”

“Demand
that I what?” Harry interrupted, bringing his hands up
Severus's arms, over his shoulders, “I've been trying to make
this nice with you. Make it normal. But you just won't let that
happen. What can I say or do to just make you stop fighting me?”

Severus
glared down at him for a moment, “Give me one. Good. Reason why
I should take your interest in me seriously.”

Harry
just grinned, “I can name many. You're deviously smart. You've
always looked after me. You're nearly forty and hotter than any bloke
I've seen at the pubs. And... mostly...” Harry stopped, and
took a steadying breath, “You, you've been what I've been
through. But so much more. And you're still so strong. I admire you
so much. I can't help that my feelings of admiration... turned to
something else.” Harry clasped his hands around the back of
Severus's neck, “I'm sure if you didn't take my cock so eagerly
these feelings would have somewhat dwindled...”

Severus
did quirk a lip at that, “How long is your lunch break?”

Harry
looked at the clock on the wall, “I got a half hour more.”

“Would
you like to join me in a bath? I had only just started a soak when
you arrived.” Severus straightened, and Harry stopped his
semi-strangling motion.

“But
I thought the whole point of my coming earlier in the day was to
prove that I didn't just want to fuck you.” Harry smirked at
Severus, who simply rolled his eyes.

“I
do not believe I made that invitation.”

Harry
put his hands around Severus's body, cupping his high posterior, “But
I can barely handle myself when this thing is covered.”

Severus
just smirked, and lead Harry up the stairs.

The
tall man had only just shut the door to the bathroom when he found
himself pressed up against it, his robe being untied at the front,
and slid off his shoulders.

“Harry...”
Severus began, but he was let up away from the door before he could
finish any protest. Harry slid his robe from his shoulders as the
older man turned around.

Severus
used a flick of his wand to remove all of Harry's clothes as well.
Harry smirked widely down at his own body. The young man's cock was
straining to look back up at him as well, and Severus could have
laughed at the ridiculousness of the young man.

Harry
abruptly turned from Severus and submerged himself in the still
steaming full tub. After dunking his head under and surfacing he
locked his eyes back on Severus, “Come on in, the water's
fine.”

Severus
gingerly crept into the side of the tub that The Boy Who Lived didn't
occupy, feeling the hot water engulf his body.

Sitting
in the hot water in the deep tub, their legs slowly beginning to
intertwine as they reclined back in the water, slowly getting more
comfortable, they began to chat. Mostly Harry chatted, and Severus
either nodded or shook his head. But it was very relaxing, even
Severus had to admit that.

“So
are you gonna give dinner one more try?” Harry asked him with a
wry grin.

Severus
was ravenously hungry, and couldn't really remember the last thing he
had eaten, “Do you have a plan on how to avoid catastrophe?”

Harry
pulled himself forward, between Severus's legs to give him a chaste
kiss before smirking wide and muttering into his ear, “I
thought I'd make sure you don't have a stick up your ass before
dinner this time.”

Severus
blushed slightly and looked away from Harry, “I do apologize
for my erratic behavior with you as of late. Its been a stressful
time for me.”

“Me
too. The night that I stayed out late to fuck you into your bedroom
door was the one night out of the week that I actually got any sleep.
Lily has been bawling since she was born, it seems. I'm glad that
Ginny didn't go back to Hogwarts for the rest of the year. It'll put
her a year behind but I'd be crazy by now without her.”

Severus
was quiet at that, letting Harry start playing with his hair,
twirling the silky black strands.

“Does
it bother you that I have a daughter?” Harry asked, finally
relaxing and collapsing his cheek to Severus's chest, “It makes
me feel old you know.”

“It
doesn't bother me. In a manner of speaking.” Severus said, “It
simply stirs up certain trains of thought. For example, Lily would be
the first grandchild to my first and best childhood friend.”

“That
does kind of blow my mind too. It has kind of all come full circle.
I've been thinking too ya know.”

“There
is an exceptional amount to think.”

Harry
nodded against his chest, “You, me, Voldemort. We were all the
same. We just turned into different things. Not that I'm saying that
I am as smart or powerful as you or Voldemort. Just that... I'm sure
you would have been a much better hero than me. And I think I could
have been a force of evil. And to take it all apart in my head... I
feel like I can put it back together, and we three are the only...”
Harry trailed off.

Severus
lay with him in silence, refusing to follow the train of thought that
would have likened himself to Voldemort. The boy had no problem
facing the blind truth of it. But Harry was a force of love. He
needed to understand that. His parents loved him so fiercely and
eternally... His magic could never be evil and twisted as Voldemorts
had been.

He
told Harry that. It made the boy smile.

They
began to kiss in the tub. Long, languid kisses that tasted sweet
although all they had on their breath was coffee. Harry twined his
hands in Severus's silk slick hair and Severus tangled his fingers
through Harry's black mane.

The
two men raised from the tub, bypassing their wands to wrap themselves
in soft warm towels. Severus lead Harry to the bedroom, and Harry
obediently followed.

Severus
laid back onto the bed, slipping his towel to the floor before
pressing his damp flesh onto the cool sheets. Harry stood for a
moment, appreciating the same sight he had appreciated the previous
night, of his old potions professor's body streaking a white line
through the dark blue of the sheets. This time, however, the Potions
Master's cock was still full and fat, and Harry's mouth watered at
the slight change in the perfect picture.

Harry
dropped his own towel and pressed his chilled body down onto Severus,
who wrapped his long, thin arms around Harry in the most inviting
gesture he'd ever shown the boy.

Severus
spread his legs at the exact same moment that Harry made to move
between them. Harry was relieved that Severus was content to take him
again. Harry did want to take Severus's cock up his ass, he wanted it
a lot. He thought of it in detail. “One of these days you'll
have to shove that fat cock of yours inside me.” Harry mused
aloud, using his wand to lubricate his fingers and massage Severus's
opening.

The
older man moaned at Harry's actions and words. He suppressed a gasp a
moment later when Harry sucked his cock into his hot young mouth.
Harry engulfed the thick cock a deep as he could, devouring it like
it was his favorite treat. He clamped one hand around the thick base
of the delicious dick, voraciously licking, sucking and slurping.

Severus
felt that if he could indefinitely gasp, he would have been doing so.
He didn't know if it was Harry's unadulterated vigor, or his own
exhaustion reducing and resolve, but he soon felt his thighs and
stomach tightening in a way that foretold his orgasm.

“H-harry
st- Ah!” Harry had three fingers working inside Severus, and
only sucked with more vigor at Severus's protests.

Severus
arched his back up off the bed as he orgasmed, his mouth going wide
and his toes and fingers curling. Harry felt the muscles of the older
mans anus flutter on his fingers, simultaneously with the flavor of
the mans seed shooting down his throat and filling his mouth.

Harry
swallowed and licked up what he could, making Severus simper and
squirm as Harry teased his falling phallus.

The
younger man grinned and brought himself up to lay next to Severus,
wrapping an arm around the older man's torso. “I like how you
taste.”

Severus
smirked, “Well I hope you like it a lot, because unlike with a
proper partner of your own age, there will be no encore performance
from me any time soon.”

Harry
just chuckled, tightening the arm around Severus and nuzzling his
neck. “Do you know what time it is?” Harry muttered into
the webbed scarring.

Severus
lifted his torso so he could see the grandfather clock stuffed in a
corner, “Its ten till.”

Harry
sighed, “Here I was thinking I would give you time to recover.”
The boy sat up, lifting one of the older mans long legs, gaining
access once again to the mans slick opening.

Severus
groaned as the youths fingers reentered him. Soon, his legs were
spread wide and the boy settled between them. Severus could feel
blood flowing to his groin in a good effort to play along, the boy
obviously wasn't going to simply bugger off.

Harry
began slowly nudging at the slicked hole, teasing ever so slightly.
Severus was still only half hard but he arched closer to Harry, eager
to feel that filled sensation he was beginning to allow himself to
crave.

But
Harry only teased, his dick sliding past the hungry little hole to
between Severus's cheeks, up to rub against his cock, or in the
creases of his thighs.

Soon
the fat cock had once again swelled to its dripping hardness, and he
bucked against Harry, grabbing the Boy Who Lived by his shoulders
hard enough to bruise, “Listen here Potter, if you don't stick
that sorry excuse for a prick inside me right now I'll brew a potion
that'll leave you unable to stick it any-” the sentiment he was
going for was lost as Harry plunged inside him, and Severus let
fourth a strangled moan.

There
was no slow pace building, Harry immediately began pumping his cock
in and out of Severus as fast as his hips could snap forward, setting
a punishing pace against the older mans already sore and bruised
backside.

Severus
began a low hiss in place of the moans he couldn't stifle any longer,
long slim fingers digging into Harry's shoulders, occasionally
spasming and dragging fingernails against the boys skin, leaving two
spots on the young mans back raw with claw marks.

Harry
couldn't quite reach far enough to kiss Severus, so he settled for
leaning over and biting the nipple that he hadn't focused on the
night before, not breaking his pounding pace.

Severus
couldn't stand the torture on his torso as well as the intensity of
the thrusting inside him, he curled forward onto his elbows and
latched his mouth to Harry's, who moaned at the voracious contact.

As
their tongues meshed, Severus felt Harry's hand grab his member,
harshly squeezing before starting to pump in slow dragging motions,
as he slowed down his thrusts and deepened them as much as he could.

Severus
was grateful for the slowed pace, he was building too fast, and
focused on kissing Harry to calm himself away from completion. Harry
let the interlude last only so long, soon he sat back up on his
haunches, thrusting quickly once again. Sweat was running down his
body, beading over the tight tanned muscles, Severus was not above
appreciating the view.

Harry
threw his head back as he lost himself in the thrusting motions
inside Severus, his hands on his hips, using the leverage to great
advantage. Sensing the end was near, Severus allowed his own hand to
trail down to his leaking cock, with just a few pumps of his own hand
he came for the second time. His vision went blank for a moment, and
he barely registered the feeling of Harry's seed spurting inside of
him. The next thing he registered was Harry hopping off the bed.

Dazed,
Severus managed to sit up. The boy hadn't even stilled a second after
his orgasm before springing off Severus and dashing into the
bathroom. Severus blinked a few times, regaining his composure. A few
moments later Harry burst from the bathroom, fully clothed and
straightening his tie, “That was fantastic Sev I'm like twenty
minutes late for work I'll stop by tonight with dinner when I'm off.”
And the bedroom door was flung open, Harry hurling himself through
it, down the stairs, and out the floo.

Severus
just looked down at his belly, covered with his own seed. Then the
man looked up at the door again, the stream of noise Harry had made
before leaving finally making sense to him.

The
older man flopped back into the pillows. He reached to the nightstand
and groped for his wand to clean up the mess that was slowly
dribbling from between his legs. His limbs were tingling and his
lower half hurt from being contorted in ways he wasn't used to. Even
though he had half a pot of coffee grumbling in his otherwise empty
stomach, he curled up in the blankets and dozed off.
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