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Darkshines	By : anewname Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“You can’t keep slobbering on my insides

waiting for someone do something.”

COUNT KELLAM, “COLD SWEAT”
i

Severus and Harry spent the weeks that followed meeting whenever Harry was off and Remus was working. The weekly dinners continued, the first following their second night together being the most difficult to get through. Severus managed effortlessly. Harry met with some difficulty at first, but seemed to be picking tips up from Severus through observation. It wasn’t long before things were basically back to normal, excepting Severus’s increased tolerance of Harry’s presence, which pleased Remus. When Remus was pleased, Severus considered himself pleased. As long as Remus remained ignorant of his affair, then Severus would find himself extremely pleased.
Pleased he was as he sat in a dank, dark corner of the Hog’s Head Inn with Harry, well into their third hour of drinking.
Harry held his glass up in a toast. “To three months.”
Severus rolled his eyes and picked up his Firewhiskey, gulping the contents of the glass. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I can’t appreciate an anniversary?”
“When there’s one to appreciate, perhaps. Definitively, this isn’t an anniversary.”
“Touché,” Harry replied, sipping from his own glass. “Still, it’s an event worth celebrating.”
Severus shrugged as he stood up, off to the bar to obtain another bottle.
Harry smiled upon his return. “I really appreciate that you agreed to come out tonight. This may not be quite what I had in mind, but. . . it’s nice to be out.”
“Don’t get used to it,” Severus warned him, pouring another glass. “I’ve never been a fan of it.”
“All the more reason to celebrate tonight, then.”
Severus sighed. “Celebrate away, Potter. No one’s stopping you.” Harry held up his glass for a toast. Reluctantly, Severus raised his glass. “Cheers.”
Harry laughed. “So easily manipulated.”
“Let’s keep that between us.” Harry smiled at Severus as they both drained their glasses.
“That is extremely strong,” Harry remarked.
“Wonderful news, isn’t it? Your tolerance for alcohol is ridiculous. I’m not sure the Queen could afford to liquor you up at these prices.” Things had changed considerably at the Hog’s Head since Aberforth passed away, though the clientele remained essentially the same. Fortunately, the seedy underbelly of a selfish society needed a place to drink, and that element was particularly amenable to keeping secrets lest they find their own distributed freely among the populace. As such, the Inn was an ideal place for an evening out. And, of course, beds were convenient.
Harry laughed, already a little buzzed. “I miss Aberforth, too.”
“I’m not sure that’s what I said,” Severus replied.
“Right, I inferred it.”
“Your inference doesn’t stand.”
“You don’t get to make that decision.” Severus looked up at Harry with an expression of little enthusiasm. “There are some decisions, however that I’m happy to allow you to take the reins on.”
Severus raised his eyebrows. Typically, they drank very little when they were together but when Harry finally hit his point of full intoxication, Severus rejoiced. The amalgam of their sexualities at that point was intoxicating in itself. “Tell me about these decisions,” he said, pouring whiskey into his glass.
Harry’s hand slid across the table. He lightly stroked the back of Severus’s. “The first one that comes to mind is when to start upstairs.”
Severus nodded. “And when we get there?”
“When we get there, you can decide when we kiss, when I take my clothes off. You get to decide when you run your hands over my body, when your tongue will slide lightly over my nipples and when it’ll flick the tip of my cock.”
“Mmm. These are decisions I’m comfortable with,” he replied, nodding. He slid his hand back as he remembered they weren’t the only two in the room. Damn being in public. That certainly didn’t mean he couldn’t keep talking. “I want to play a game with you, Potter,” he said, downing his glass of whiskey and pouring another. He topped of Harry’s glass.
“What might that be, professor?”
Severus licked his lips. He had yet to completely understand why it turned him on for Harry to call him that but, with pleasure, he allowed it to carry on. “I’m wondering who can make who the hardest before we leave this room.”
Harry laughed. “You’ll win. Again.”
“I’ll admit, I have a knack for reading a man sexually. Ten minutes in bed and I basically have him figured out.”
“And what have you figured out about me?”
Severus grinned. “Sooo many wonderful things,” he replied. “Too many to list. And I don’t want to give them away, besides. Then you’ll start requesting them. What fun would that be?”
“I promise not to make requests . . ..”
“Ballocks. Your impatience will get the better of you before I even open my mouth.” Again, Harry laughed and moved unsteadily to the chair beside Severus, sliding close enough for their knees to touch and their fingers to intertwine under the table. “But I suppose that doesn’t mean I can’t mention how much I want to suck your cock.”
“Severus Snape . . .,” a haughty voice drawled from behind them. Harry turned around, but Severus had no desire to confirm who was there. He knew perfectly well. “I thought that was your voice I heard.” Severus sighed deeply, drained his glass and turned around. His eyes met instantly with Lucius Malfoy’s. The grin on Malfoy’s face might’ve been infuriating if Severus weren’t numbed by Whiskey. “I was sitting just here,” he said, pointing to a small table right on the other side of the wall.
Severus stood and Harry followed. “Eavesdropping.”
“Perhaps,” Lucius all but confirmed.
“Learn anything of value?”
Lucius held out his hands, uncertain. “It wasn’t anything I haven’t heard a million times.”
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry asked, stepping between them.
“Oh, I just thought I’d say hello.”
“I know what you’re doing,” Severus said to Lucius. “That would be an anguishing and unnecessary act.”
Harry stood quietly beside. “Some things never change, Mr. Potter,” Lucius said, maintaining eye contact with Severus. Then he looked over at Harry. “So we all know how Severus found availability in his schedule to be here,” Lucius said, referencing the full moon. “What is Mrs. Potter doing with her evening?”
“That’s none of your business,” Harry replied sharply, “and nor is what we’re doing with ours.”
Lucius laughed arrogantly. “While that may be true, I’ve figured it out. There is no going back from here.”
Severus stood, steeled for whatever else Lucius might say or do, but very concerned over the price Lucius would place on his silence. That, he knew, would not be negotiated that evening. “I believe we’re at an impasse for the time being,” Severus said, Lucius looking back to him. They stared at one another quietly. “We’ll find time to address this in the future.”
“Oh, it’s imperative that you do,” Lucius replied, making it abundantly clear plans were already being hatched. Severus nodded his understanding. “In the meantime, enjoy your evening gentlemen. It seemed to be headed in a pleasant direction.”
Severus studied Lucius’s expression carefully as he turned to leave. Severus watched him as he elegantly made his way to the door of the pub. Severus looked back over at Harry. “Time to head upstairs,” he said, grabbing the bottle, the glasses, and Harry’s arm.
ii

“What is he going to do?” Harry asked furiously as they entered the room together. Severus put everything down on the table and began taking off his clothes.
“Don’t care right now,” he said, hanging his clothes over the back of a chair. Once naked, he went to Harry and began undressing him.
Harry reached out and took Severus’s head between his hands and kissed him. “What does he want?” Harry demanded.
“I don’t know,” Severus replied, biting Harry’s bottom lip.
“You’re lying.”
Severus licked the side of Harry’s neck and pushed Harry’s trousers down. “He’s just filing it away. Nothing will come of it if I keep away from him.”
“You said you’d see him,” Harry said as he took Severus’s earlobe in his mouth and licked lightly.
“Mm, forget everything I said,” Severus answered. “Forget everything anyone said. Fuck me.”
Harry reached around Severus and squeezed the cheeks of his ass, pulling Severus close to him, rubbing their bare bodies together. “He could harm us,” Harry reminded him.
“I’ve known him more than half of my life. I have Lucius under control. Have had for a very long time.”
Harry stepped back and pulled Severus over to the bed. He laid on top of Severus and kissed him, Severus’s fingers running up his spine. Shuddering, Harry pushed himself up. “Turn over,” Harry demanded, garnering Severus’s immediate compliance. Harry licked and kissed down Severus’s spine from top to base. His tongue traced a line down Severus’s back to the crack of his ass. Thumbs spreading apart the cheeks, Harry flicked the outside of Severus’s hole with his tongue. Severus moaned softly, volume increasing as Harry pushed past the hole. His tongue slid in and out. Severus’s hips moved in time with Harry. He flicked the hole some more, faster this time, and slipped his finger inside.
“Mm, yes,” Severus moaned his approval. “More.” Harry grinned. ‘More’ must’ve been Severus’s favorite word. He slid a second finger inside as he took one of Severus’s balls in his mouth. “Harry . . .,” he whispered. Harry added another finger.
“Tell me what you want, Severus,” he whispered.
“I want you inside of me,” Severus moaned.
Harry positioned himself over Severus and forced his unlubricated cock into Severus’s barely stretched hole. It was the way Severus liked it, instantly making it the way Harry wanted to do it; the sounds and words that Severus Snape emitted when he was getting fucked properly made Harry melt right into him. He held Severus’s waist, pulling him closer as he fucked. Severus bit his hand and groaned. “Merlin!” he shouted as Harry carried on. “Hit it,” he moaned wantonly. Harry sped up as Severus dug his nails into Harry’s thighs.
“I think I know what Malfoy wants with you,” he said, grasping Severus tighter. “And I suspect you need a reminder whose you are.” Harry began thrusting into Severus as hard as he could.
“Oh, fuck, Harry. Gah, it hurts,” he moaned in pleasure.
Harry grabbed a handful of Severus’s hair. “Whose are you?” he demanded.
“Yours,” Severus moaned.
“Louder!” Harry shouted.
“I’m yours. Fuck me, I’m yours.”
“You’re going to let him fuck you, aren’t you?” Harry asked through clenched teeth. He snatched Severus’s head back toward him. Severus didn’t answer. “Answer me! Are you going to let him fuck you?”
“No,” Severus replied, knowing well that was something he couldn’t guarantee.
“You’re bloody. Fucking. Right. No.” Harry punctuated each word with a harsh assault on Severus’s hole.
“Your cock feels so good,” Severus said as Harry pulled out and turned him over. He laid behind Severus and spread Severus’s legs apart, sliding inside of him effortlessly. Severus took his cock in his hand and wanked while Harry fast massaged his sweet spot. Severus begged and begged for it harder until Harry was close to coming. “In my face,” Severus said. Harry pulled out quickly and moved beside Severus’s head. “Oh, yes,” he moaned as Harry began to wank.
Harry began to pant and curse as he sped up. Severus sat up a bit and readied himself in front of Harry. “Mm, fuck,” Harry cried as his cock erupted on Severus’s face. Severus gathered what was around his mouth with his tongue and took Harry’s cock in his mouth. “Oooh, yes,” Harry said as Severus sucked greedily.
Harry pushed Severus off of him and mounted him, taking the thick cock in his ass. He braced himself on Severus’s chest and fucked his dry hole. Severus reached out and took both of Harry’s hands, holding them to steady him while Harry rode Severus’s cock. Their fingers intertwined and held the others hand tightly as Severus whimpered, hips bucking, biting his lip.
Harry grinned at him as he leaned over and licked the rest of the cum off of Severus’s face, then pushed his mouth against Severus’s. Their tongues wrestled against one another as they kissed, swapping the cum back and forth until Severus finally swallowed it.
They laid together quietly for a few moments. Harry broke the silence.
“And you are . . .?”
“Yours,” Severus answered, smiling. “No doubt.”
iii

Harry parted ways with Severus at about 7 in the morning, Flooing straight home to have breakfast and get ready for work. He picked up his copy of The Daily Prophet from the stoop and read as he ate a bowl of oatmeal and drank a cup of tea. He flipped through the pages for fifteen minutes or so but, having found nothing of interest, he headed upstairs, waving his wand toward the bathroom to cut on the water, stripping his shirt off as he walked into his bedroom.
“Good morning.”
“Son of a bitch!” Harry shouted, jumping backward and catching himself on the doorframe. Ginny sat at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap, legs crossed, awaiting his return. “What are you doing here?” Harry asked her before even thinking to greet her.
“I live here,” she reminded him. “I thought this would be a good weekend to come home. Came to surprise you.”
“Mission accomplished,” Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead. “When did you get here?”
“Oh, about four o’clock yesterday afternoon.” He stood speechless. “Where did you sleep last night?”
Harry licked his lips. “I was at the Hog’s Head with Severus last night. I had too much to drink, so I got a room.” Not altogether untrue.
“You don’t like the Hog’s Head, you certainly wouldn’t sleep there, you could’ve easily Flooed home and you would not spend a night drinking with Severus. I’m ashamed of the quickness with which you’ve made him your alibi.”
“He is my alibi . . ..”
“Don’t fucking make me go over there!” Ginny shouted at him. Harry looked away and folded his arms over his chest, unused to Ginny’s use of profanity. “Who was she?”
Harry shook his head. “It wasn’t anyone you know.”
Ginny turned deep red. “Then you should have no trouble giving me her bloody name!”
“I won’t tell you who it was. You don’t know them. They don’t know you. They don’t know about you. O.K.? I’m a wanker and I did this on my own.”
Ginny looked at Harry curiously. “You’re playing the Pronoun Game.”
“The what?”
“You’re shagging a man, aren’t you?” He could only stand and stare at her, trying to absorb the question well enough to answer it without some flimsy denial. He didn’t figure it out in time. “Shit, Harry. Shit!” She stood and snatched her wedding ring violently from her finger, hurling it at Harry. He caught it with ease, but was still annoyed at having things thrown at him.
“Ginny, sit down.”
“Go to Hell, Harry. You don’t care about me, you don’t care about your children.” She wiped tears from her eyes. “You could’ve just been honest. You could’ve bloody said something!”
“And am I supposed to believe you’re innocent yourself? Canceling all those trips, rushing back early with excuses about grading essays and monitoring halls. It’s all bullshit, Ginny!”
“No, it isn’t! You’re wrong. I’ve never cheated on you.”
“Liar.”
“Adulterer!”
“This isn’t entirely my fault!” Harry shouted.
“It is exclusively your fault!”
“I’ve been unhappy for a long time!”
“Then why didn’t you say something?”
He wanted to speak, but he wasn’t sure how the truth would play in present circumstances. He also had no other ideas about what to say. “I was waiting on you to slip up first.”
Ginny ran at him and started punching him in the chest with her fists. “You bastard!”
“Ginny, stop!” She kept punching harder and harder. Harry tried to retrain her with great difficulty until she finally tired out. He wrapped his arms around her to try to calm her down.
“Stop touching me!!”
“Calm down!” They struggled for a bit longer. Finally, Ginny gave up and Harry let her go. She collapsed on the bed. Harry followed.
“You,” Ginny panted, looking over at Harry. “You live at Grimmauld now.” She sat up in the bed and went to the door, waving her wand to turn off the water in the bathroom. “Beginning this moment. Get out of my house.”
He frowned. “Ginny, I’m very sorry . . ..”
“Oh, no, Harry. Absolutely not.”
He nodded, lips pursed, eyes cast on the floor. He stood and walked toward the door, where Ginny stood. “You . . .,” he began, but she shot him a stern, furious look.
Frustrated with himself, Harry complied with her request to leave, and Flooed straight to work.
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