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Wrong time, right place	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 83477 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Harry stood, rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Chest tight, heart pounding, the words ringing in his ears. Turning to look at the object of his desires, still cuffed to the bed.

Fantasy Harry still perched behind him, cock lengthening again, ready for round two.

THWACK His hand connected sharply, this time lower on his buttocks catching the heavy hanging testicles. Severus screamed, piercing, filled with pain that was obvious now the gag had been removed.

“STOP!” Harry bellowed, anger bubbling, the heat from his rage making his skin tingle. His magic causing the candles to flare brightly, illuminating the room.

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the length of the room.

Body shaking, fists clenched, he stood in front of fantasy Harry, the snug grin still firmly set in place. Harry took a deep breath, shoulders set back and did something he had wanted to do earlier.

His fist connected with a dull thud, pain streaked up his hand, a pain easily ignored when the crunch of cartilage sounded throughout the room.

Fantasy Harry fell back from the bed, landing on the stone floor with a loud smack, blood blooming from his broken nose. His face thunderous, smirk replaced with seething rage. He started to stand, his cock still erect bobbing in the air.

Harry felt sick, this wasn’t him, this arrogant bastard was not him!

Harry turned to stare at Severus, who still restrained, had tried to turn to watch, a look of astonishment in his eyes. Harry fixed a glare on his face, hateful enough to rival Severus’ on a good day.

“Is this how you see me?” He spat out, his temper rising.

Suddenly, he was hauled off the bed, Fantasy Harry looking ready to beat the hell out of him. Realising he still had his wand in his hand, Harry flicked his hand shouting a brief binding and silencing spell.

Fantasy Harry fell back into his previous spot on the stone, struggling against his bonds.

“Now you know how it feels” Harry smirked before spinning back to look at Severus.

Having had a few moments to recover from his surprise, Severus had his trademark glower back in place. Harry almost screamed with frustration, wondering if he would get through to this stubborn man.

“Answer me… is that how you see me?” His voice filled with steel.

Severus smiled, not a happy smile but a spiteful one. Harry unable to fathom that even though he was strapped to the bed he still managed to look formidable, almost untouchable.

Not that untouchable… he wants you… wants you to do all those things you saw.

This is his fantasy

Harry’s mind torn in two, lust driving him to take, consequences by damned, the other aware that it might just be a fantasy but whatever he did in here would affect everything.

He asked again with a more gentle tone, if anger wouldn’t make him listen then maybe this would.

“Do you hate me?”

Severus’ face changed for a fraction of a second, hurt flashed across his feature, obviously not expecting this question.

Harry walked around the bed, coming to a stop before him.

“Do you hate me?”

For a instant, Severus looked ready to let rip at him, he had taken a breath, clearly gearing himself for a tirade. Harry tensed, braced for the argument.

Then as soon as it began, it stopped, shoulders slumped, breath exhaled shakily, look of resignation appearing. He opened his mouth, about to speak, closed it again, Harry noted that while he appeared paler, the colour was high on his cheeks.

“I’ve never hated you.” He answered, the quiet tone in his voice made Harry’s breath stick in his throat.

“I may have disliked your father and that bloody mutt of a godfather” Harry went to interrupt, mouth slamming shut when Severus continued, “I would have thought considering everything you’ve seen tonight that you would realize I don’t hate you.”

Elated by those words, he slammed his lips against Severus, he spluttered indignantly, Harry ploughed on, tongue licking along the seam of his bottom lip, begging for entrance.

This treatment continuing for a few minutes, Harry began to pull away, disappointment weighing heavy in his heart, when a tentative tongue peeped out, lapping lightly at Harry’s.

His breath left his body, blood rushing in his ears, he gently pushed his tongue into Severus’ mouth, mapping the contour, revelling in the taste of him.

His cock having deflated with the atmosphere from earlier, twitched in his trousers, firming to hardness almost instantly when Severus moaned into his mouth. Harry’s hands reached out to touch him, unsure of where to start, he ran fingertips along his shoulder blades, down his firm biceps, tracing his forearms. Fingers freezing briefly went his right hand encountered the dark mark, every muscle in Severus’ body tensing.

Harry kissed him harder, showing him that he had been forgiven for his past mistakes, pouring emotion into the kiss and hoping he realized.

He kissed Harry back with equal fervour, tongue chasing Harry’s back into his mouth, running along his teeth and gums.

Harry pulled away when the need to breath became too great, both of them gasping, identical looks of disbelief on their faces.

Harry suddenly feeling bold, he would later blame the lack of oxygen, reached down, watching Severus follow his hand and rubbed his cock under his trousers.

Harry gasped, Severus whimpered, looking flustered, pink tinge of his cheek becoming redder.

Harry felt a smile forming, hiding it, he ran his fingers along the length, trousers tightening further, the material straining, framing the outline of his rock hard cock.

Carefully, conscious of putting on a show, he lowered his zip, his cock springing out as the zip finished it descent.

“Cuffs on or off?” Harry gave him the choice, curious to know how far this would go.

The heat in the dark eyes reflected in the candle light, Harry thought he could almost hear the increase of his heartbeat. Severus looking again at Harry’s now dripping shaft, he shivered.

“Leave them on” A smile creeping across his face.

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