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Working in Kind	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 14501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note: Because I love you guys so much, I decided not to make you wait. So yes, here you go!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters. All rights are reserved to J.K. Rowling and publishers. I am not profiting from this fan fiction.
Chapter Warning: So very hot and steamy! Num num num
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Working in Kind
Chapter Four – Close Encounters
“Kissing is like real estate. The most important thing is location, location, location.” --Anonymous
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Harry sat in his living quarters, his heart a mad mess, and his mind running in quick circles around earlier that day. His body was humming with an overwhelming anxiety that caused every touch, every feeling of the material of the couch touching his skin to feel like it was burning him – reminding him of the way Severus' hands felt roaming his chest; the lips that pressed to his neck and brushed against him, soft and firm all at the same time. He shut his eyes tight and swallowed the heat that was growing in his chest, spreading through him like a brush fire. It was madness – he was mad for entertaining this was not some sick joke that Severus was playing.
Harry threw himself back into the couch, groaning and weaving his fingers through his hair roughly. He had told himself that he would not go – could not for the sake of his sanity. If this, for any reason, did turn out to be something Severus had cooked up to punish him (for what, he was not sure), then he would want to by every definition of the word to disappear, disappear and never return to existence.
Standing with a heaved sigh and drawing a shaky hand through his dark tresses, he walked over to his desk to start a letter back to Hermione. Distraction. Yes, distraction with the letter should help him get his mind off the approaching hour.
The clock on the mantel chimed the hour and his head jerked towards it. Eight o'clock. His hand tightened around the quill, but he forced himself to start to write, keeping his strokes smooth and slow despite his shaking hands.
Dear Hermione,
I found that my first day was quite enjoyable.
A loud knocking sounded at the door. Harry swallowed, ignoring it and returning to the note.
The students were very inquisitive of my dealings in the war but--
The knocking came louder, and he flinched, his writing stalling as another few knocks could have easily knocked the door sheer off its hinges.
Thank Ron for his sound advice. I didn't seem to bugger--
Before he could finish the sentence, however, the door flew open, and Harry scrambled to his feet.
“Really, you must do better with your warding,” Severus hissed as he stalked through the living room and stood directly in front of Harry. “Do you not know it extremely impolite to make a colleague wait after they so graciously extended an invitation to you?”
Severus was once more in casual wear like the previous evening. His eyes were blazing with frustration and his body was coiled like a basilisk ready to strike. Harry was beginning to feel perspiration on his brow but gathered every bit of courage he had in him and faced the irate potion's professor straight on.
“I do not remember accepting,” he retorted evenly though his body was shaking beneath the strong words. He was in the right. He had never agreed to meet with the other. “Since we are speaking of manners Severus, is it not also impolite to barge into one's personal quarters uninvited?”
Severus was inching towards him, edging closer as if a carnivore stalking out its prey. Harry certainly felt like prey. His senses were in overdrive, and the sweat at his brow was flowing over his face, streaming to curve beneath his chin and run the length of his neck. He had certainly faced worse; however, nothing had seemed quite as close to the way he felt at the moment. His body was yearning for the man to come closer, take him against his will and bend him to his selfish desires. The other part, marginally smaller, told Harry to fight back and against the advances.
They were now a breath apart, their bodies close to touching. Harry looked up, arching his neck to look the man in those fathomless depths that burned with emotion unlike any time before this. Harry wanted to give in, but his inner Gryffindor was challenging the Slytherin.
Severus leaned forward, his hand wrapping around Harry's upper arm and pulled him flush against his body. Harry wanted to keen back as the sudden onset of electricity surged through him, scorching him from the touch. His breath hitched when the man's voice low and husky sounded into his ear.
“From your body language,” Severus rasped while taking Harry's lobe between his teeth. Harry felt the sudden heat belly, and he did his best to keep himself standing. “I concluded I was welcome.”
Harry sought air as the older wizard's mouth trailed from his ear to the side of his face. He forgot himself in the haze of pleasure and pulled at the other wizard's shirt, twisting the material of it tightly. A hand cradled his chin, forcing his face upwards towards Severus. “Is that not accurate Harry?”
The ghost of lips against his sent another series of shivers to wrack his body. He moistened his lips because the had become way to dry and tried his best to remember how to form coherent sentences. “M-maybe.”
The side of Severus' lip twitched, and he regarded Harry for a moment. “Maybe is not an assertion, Professor Potter.” The potion-stained fingertips traced nonsensical patterns across the expanse of his neck. “Would you care to rephrase...” Severus' voice was sinful. Absolutely bloody sinful. Harry was growing weaker against it by the minute and sure enough, his head nodding was the break in his willpower.
“Very good, Harry.” The huskiness ran over him like Egyptian cotton. Wrapping around him and binding him, Severus continued to press small, hot kisses to his chin. Harry gasped, his hands releasing the man's shirt and sliding upwards. Hands grasped his wrists, and he was pushed bodily into the wall behind him. His wrists were imprisoned above him, but before he could voice his complaints, his mouth was claimed almost violently. He groaned against Severus' mouth, submitting beneath the swirling of pleasure. His body reacted, pressing hard against Severus and opening his mouth further to accommodate the man's devilish tongue.
Severus ran his free hand down Harry's torso, tracing the subtle contours of his shape, and then teasing along the waistband of his trousers.
“Merlin,” he moaned against the man's mouth before he was once more drawn into another battle of tongues. His voice had never been so hard to control as long, elegant fingers rimmed along his waistband and drove him mad with need. He needed Severus so badly his body was shaking violently beneath the ministrations. His arousal pressed painful beneath the material, but Severus continued to tease him, relentlessly.
“Your body is quite lewd, Harry. Are you sure this is the first time someone has touched you in such a way?” Severus had pulled away from his mouth, pressing hot open mouth kisses to his neck. Harry's level of concentration was pretty much zero as his body wriggled beneath, searching for some sort of friction. He huffed against the denial and worked through a coherent response. How was it Severus could even think?
“Yes yes,” Harry said quickly. “First time...oh Merlin...”
Severus pressed the heel of his palm over his hard, needy erection, and he nearly jumped in delight. The painstakingly slow friction was better than no friction at all. He worried his lower lip, rolling his hips into the firmness of Severus' hand. “Bugger...” His eyes shuddered closed as he felt a building heat low in his belly with each thrust of his hips.
Severus slid his hand down the side of Harry's thigh, stopping the friction and causing Harry to groan in frustration. The hand slowly rounded and lifted him. The other hand released its hold on his wrists and followed suit, lifting Harry and walking him to the nearby desk. He was pressed down, legs spread to cradle Severus' hips, and back against the top of the wood. Harry did not have time to wonder where the items that had once litter the top had gone because Severus was thrusting against him, forcing their hard trouser-covered lengths against one another. Harry arched back, the sensation jolting through him as if he was electrified.
“Bu--”
His mouth was covered, ending his curse. Nimble hands traced beneath his shirt before he found himself devoid of clothes. Suddenly their lengths, silky and hard, pressed into one another; the sudden friction had Harry clasping against the desk for dear life. His body trembled and could feel the build up curling his toes and fingers.
“Sev,” he rasped and threw his head back as he came. Severus thrust into Harry, his hand wrapping around their flesh and forcing Harry to cry out again. The hot liquid spurted between their bodies, coating Harry's torso. Suddenly modest, Harry weakly tried to cover himself. Severus lips upturned, and he merely cleaned them with a simple spell. Harry lie across the top of the desk, shyly gazing upon the man that caused his entire life to turn upside down.
Severus had perspiration beading his brow and was breathing slightly heavier than what was normal. The pale pectorals constricted with hard definition adorned with dusky nipples and well-defined abdominal muscles clenched above the man's very large, sizable length, causing a shot of heat at his renewing nether regions. Severus was certainly ruggedly handsome. Harry was drawn up and pulled into another dominating kiss before he was allowed to settle after their mind-blowing...whatever that was.
“Um,” he started, still breathing heavily against the man's thin lips.
“I think a shower is in order,” Severus said coolly. “Would you care to join me?”
Harry's jaw dropped and the blush stained his cheeks as images swirled through his head. It was now clear that the Slytherin had no modesty whatsoever and that he was immensely experienced; well beyond anything Harry could probably imagine. He felt an odd constriction in his stomach at the idea of Severus doing this to others.
Severus was smirking again. “No need react so innocently. I have already seen you naked and writhing beneath me. It would be a simple shower, unless you were yearning for the latter, then I would be most happy to oblige you.” The man's eyes danced with mirth. Harry shook his head violently, but was unable to make his choice as he was pulled towards his room and to the lavatory that hid within.
Switching on the water, Severus pulled Harry with him to stand beneath the spray. His breath hitched as the heat fell over him and a body pressed tightly into his. Severus leaned over, pressing his lips firmly into Harry's before pressing him into the ice-cold tile. He curled away from the tile but effectively molded their bodies together.
“I thought you said we would take a simple shower,” he breathed out, but his prick was already hard and ready for more. Severus smirked while thrusting his hips against Harry's.
“I would say your body tells me you would prefer the latter, Professor Potter.” His body stiffened as another thrust sent hot surges to prickle his flesh. Severus was teasing him, undeniably, but he was finding it hard to feel anger. His lips were claimed as the hot water steamed around them. Flesh slapped together, obscenely echoing about the enclosed room. Harry felt the man's body with his fingers, finally mapping out the subtle and hard muscles and tasting the silky flesh with his fingertips. It was better than he could ever have imagined it would be. The skin beneath his hands was soft and firm and rippled beneath his touch in response to his inquisitive fingers.
Severus was regarding him with amusement as he continued to feel the intoxicating form. “Is my body to your liking, Harry?”
Harry bit his lip, tasting the raw, swollen flesh. “Yes...”
Severus turned Harry's body, forcing him to place his hands against the tile wall. Hands trailed along the crease of his backside, feeling out the smoothness and then cupping his rump. He jerked away, but was forcefully pulled backwards, fingers teasing along his crease.

“Oh sweet Mer...” he gasped against the new sensations invading his senses. Severus gripped his hip as he teased his backside.
“Your body is so wanton,” Severus whispered against his ear and molding himself over Harry's back. The sliding of flesh between his crease sent him forward and moaning. He curled his fingers against the slick tile. “Its yearning for me to take you, rough and violently..” his voice was dropping lower “but I will not. I will prepare you and slowly take you the entire night.”
Harry was finding it harder to breathe with the mixture of hot steam and provocative words being whispered into his ears. It was too much, and he swayed against the dizziness of it all. Severus held him by his hips before pulling him up against him. “Shall we finish here then?”
Harry could only nod as their finished their shower quickly and returned to the room. He was light-headed against all that had taken place. Could one pass out from too much sex talk? He would have to ask Hermione.
Severus helped Harry into the bed because he was half stumbling out of the bathroom. He couldn't remember the rest of the evening, but soon he was fast asleep, safely tucked away in dream world.
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When Harry awoke, he was alone. He groaned, pulling the covers over his face and vaguely wondered if he had dreamed it all. His alarm shrieked at the side of his bed, and he promptly readied for the day.

The class was silently listening to his lecture and soon it was quiet study time. He had collected the assignment and was reading and grading a few during the silence. His thoughts would stray every now and then, but he would quickly harness them and focus back on his grading.
It was not long before the bell rang, signaling the next lesson, his free period. He pulled the parchments together and stuffed them into his shoulder bag. A part of him was worried that Severus would show himself like he had last time. Incidentally, it seemed they had the same free period. He was about to head out the door when Severus blocked him from fleeing. The man's dark irises spoke of many things – of their shared night. It was a gaze filled with lust and desire. Harry almost lost his footing.
“Severus,” he said much higher than he intended. “I was just on my way out.”
“Then allow me to accompany you on your way,” he said with a small rise at the side of his mouth. Harry internally groaned but only nodded as he pushed passed the other, doing his best to keep their distance. Before they could go any farther, however, a tall platinum blond from his youth stood before them.
“Malfoy,” he swallowed around the many angry taunts in his throat. “What business could you possibly have at Hogwarts?” the venom dripped from his every word.
“Potter,” he said walking to them. “Such a pleasant meeting. Severus, may I speak with Potter alone.”
Severus seemed to stiffen at Draco Malfoy's tone of voice. There was something behind the word 'alone' that was laced with undertones. Harry sighed and turned to Severus.
“I will catch up with you later,” he said shortly. Severus seemed to be unwilling to leave, but after a moment, stalked off down the corridor in a billow of robes. Harry internally sighed before rounding on Malfoy. “What Malfoy? As you can see, I was on my way to do something.”
“I have a proposition for you,” he said stepping a bit closer. Harry's inclination was to back step in return but he held his ground.
“Oh? I couldn't possibly imagine what you might have to propose,” Harry began to walk passed Malfoy, but was held by his arm and stalled in his progression.
“Is there somewhere in which we may speak in private?” Malfoy's voice was hushed. Harry shook his head.
“I am very busy Malfoy,” he said jerking his arm from the grasp. “Either ask me here or not at all.”
Malfoy cursed under his breath and then straightened. “I would like to propose you and I bond. I am calling my life debt.”
Harry was boiling. His anger was coming out his pores. Draco Malfoy, had somehow saved him from a curse that was thrown on the last day of the war, saving Harry from a certain death. In the wizarding world, that is then referred to a life debt and a favor could be asked in return. While Malfoy had assured Harry that he would never wish to receive anything from a Potter, here he was, calling his life debt.
“You--” Harry fisted his hands so tightly that the nails bit into the palms of his hand. He stalked off past the other in such haste that he near tripped over himself doing so. He could not for one second believe that Malfoy was calling his life debt; and even worse, he was demanding Harry bond to him.

End Note: Sorry about the short chapter. I wanted to get my lovely reviews what they so lovingly asked for. Oh you smexy beast Severus....but Draco Malfoy comes to ruin the day...such a skeez-ball. Until next time!
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