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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Four: I'm in too deep

It was some hours later.

Snape had vanished the sick and left Harry lying on the cold stone. Snape had settled on the bed, reading a magazine, eyes apparently paying no attention to Harry, but the boy himself wasn't fooled into thinking he was unobserved.

What the hell had happened to him?

He had been forced into sucking Snape's dick, and it had made him hard? His cock twitched a little with the remembered pleasure of Snape sucking him. Clutching one hand hard on the ground he fought down the feeling of arousal that wanted to curl in the pit of his stomach. The only thing he could think of to explain his body's abnormal response was that there was still some residual attraction left for Snape, and his dick had reacted to that, rather than to the situation. Yes, that had to be it. It wasn't that he had enjoyed being dominated, was it? He really hoped not.

The side pressed to the floor had gone numb by the time Snape closed the magazine and looked at Harry with that same hunger as before. It made Harry's stomach churn.

“Come here,” Snape said, pointing to the space on the bed next to him.

Hesitating, but not taking too long in case Snape chose to inflict more punishment on Ron, Harry got up, nearly collapsing again as pins and needles stabbed along his leg. He half stumbled, half hopped over to the bed and stood at the foot of it, silently begging Snape not to go any further. Harry didn't know if he could take this man forcing his shaft within him. He didn't think he could have that happen and retain his sanity.

Snape frowned as Harry failed to join him. “On the bed, Potter.” Snape ordered.

Harry wanted to run. But where? There was nowhere to flee to. And anyway, he was naked, wandless, and Ron was still in the Death Eaters' clutches. He moved around to the side and placed one knee on the bedclothes.

It took every bit of bravery he possessed to put the other knee on that bed and accept whatever it was Snape chose to do to his body.

“Good.” Snape's voice was full of grim satisfaction. “Now, remove my clothes.” With a lazy gesture, Harry was unbound and able to use stiffened fingers.

Pulling in a calming breath, he'd never survive if such a simple action scared him, Harry began tugging buttons free and pushing the heavy robes off. He undid the lace at the neck of the white shirt and pulled it over Snape's head. He hadn't touched one inch of the older man's skin despite removing the clothes. As he reached the trousers he felt panic well up in him. Clamping down on it, he once again undid the fly and pushed the material down over slim hips. Snape lifted his crotch to allow the removal of the clothing. Pulling off the white underwear was almost beyond Harry. Tears rolled down his cheeks again as he did it, seeing that Snape was once again hard.

He sent a silent prayer up to anyone who might be listening: Please don't let him do this. Please don't let him do this. Please don't let him do this. It went on and on inside his head as he removed the last articles and stilled, not looking at Snape's dick.

His eyes instead roamed over the chest. Under all the intimidating black, Snape was actually quite slender. His chest was well made, with ribs just visible under the skin. The stomach was flat and toned; years of stirring potions, Harry assumed and bit back the insane laugh he felt at such a thought. He ignored that scary part of Snape and looked at the thighs – there wasn't fat on these, and really, they were beautifully shaped.

Snape let Harry look at him. He felt a shiver of pleasure as he saw Harry's cock begin to lengthen. This young man wanted him. And he, Snape, could have him.

He sat up and stroked one hand over Harry's face, thumb brushing away the tears drying on his cheek.

“Don't resist me,” Snape said softly, “And this can be good for both of us.”

Harry's erection fled. His chest heaved and he fought to bite back a sob as Snape lifted his other hand to the boy’s body, and both palms stroked down over the twitching shoulders, along the tense back, and down to the tight buttocks. Harry felt light-headed with terror.

Each cheek was squeezed ungently, Snape's harsh pants showing all too clearly how aroused he was by the idea of taking Harry, and Harry had to stifle a “NO!” when he first felt a single slick digit push between his clenching buttocks to press determinedly against his spasming entrance. The finger circled the entrance, rubbing an oily substance against the tense muscle. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit on it so hard that he broke the skin and blood filled his mouth. He focused on the warm salty fluid, reminding himself that this would happen to Ron with far less gentleness if he refused.

Snape’s finger was pushing painfully against Harry’s hole. He had somehow oiled his finger before he had forced it inside Harry, but it still sent a burning pain shooting up his body. He cried out as he felt the first lancing agony from protesting muscles when the digit breached his clenched entrance.

Harry felt the cold digit forcing its way into him and tried not to fight it even as it seemed to go deeper than was possible within him. How could he take this finger, let alone Snape's massive cock? He gave a cry of fear. Snape ignored his noise and squeezed the one cheek he still cupped, pulling it apart from the other, enabling him to begin moving his finger relentlessly forward and back, thoroughly working the boy’s throbbing channel. Each time the digit almost left him, he sagged with relief, but then it was driven back in firmly, pushing hard inside, seeming to be searching for some thing hidden within Harry as the tip rubbed within him.

Harry was shaking with fear and discomfort. He had to admit, he wasn’t really in pain, not now he was becoming used to the sensation, but still, it wasn’t exactly nice.

Snape tugged his finger almost the entire way out, but quickly returned with a second. Now, Harry bit back a cry of pain as his entrance was stretched. The two fingers parted inside him, forcing his channel open. It hurt.

Then Snape seemed to find what he had been searching for and touched something inside Harry that made him cry out in surprise and pleasure. Harry lost his precarious balance and tipped over, head pressed on Snape's stomach, his ass still claimed by two probing fingers. The digits worked hard in him, parodying what Snape wanted to do with his dick. Harry's hips jerked back and forth, not with desire, but with the force of the movement within him. Every so often that place within him would be stroked and he would cry out, pressing his forehead against the other man's body, trying to deny the thrill it caused.

There was an abrupt movement and the fingers were removed, he was left ass up on the bed and suddenly Snape was behind him, hands pulling apart Harry's buttocks. A thick, wet, fleshy, hard something was pressed between them, moving and adjusting until it was pushing against his already reddened entrance. But not quite forcing its way in.

Harry felt bile rising in his throat and swallowed around it. This couldn’t be happening. Surely Snape wasn’t really about to fuck him. He whimpered. The sound made the cock against his hole twitch. The body behind him shifted slightly, so that the chest was pressed against his naked back.

“Please,” Harry whispered, “Please don’t.” His voice broke and swallowed up the last word.

Snape seemed to still for a moment. Then he began to push himself into the boy’s body. At the same time, he shifted his grip to Harry’s hips, and used the new leverage to hold Harry still as he worked his frightening shaft deep into the clenching channel.

For long moments there was resistance, and his cock merely pushed uselessly at the tense entrance. But persistence eventually won, and Harry heard the 'pop' as the head drove into him. The sound was nothing to the fire that burnt up from his ass, heading straight into his guts. Muscles were being forced to stretch and were fighting a valiant but useless action to stop the onslaught of the invader. Harry felt sure something was being torn by Snape’s merciless press into him.

He dropped his head onto the bed clothes and sobbed as he was fully possessed by Snape's penis. It ached so that he thought he was torn in two and yet he knew it hadn't really damaged him. Snape was too careful to do him real violence. Hot balls pressed against his body and he knew he had the entirety of Snape's massive dick buried deep within him. He shook and trembled, wishing for the burn to end, wishing for Snape to be finished and out of his tormented body.

Snape did something – a roll of the hips maybe – and Harry felt the thing within him shift too. The thick head moved within him and pressed against that spot he'd felt earlier. Harry cried out, his head thrown back.

Please, oh please don't let me enjoy this! He begged, hating himself and his treacherous body as Snape slid a hand around Harry's dick and began slowly pumping it.

“No,” Harry begged, “Please, no. Don't do this to me!”

He could feel the blood pounding inside him, where the thing was pressing against his veins, causing blockages in the flow of blood around his body. The thick tip was jerking and twitching within him, little abortive movements almost prevented by his tight channel. But still he could feel the shifts, and feel the tear and burn of muscles stressed past all endurance. And yet, still, he was hardening under Snape's expert hand.

Snape tightened his grip on Harry’s hips as he slowly withdrew partway from the passage. He was still for a moment, then he thrust savagely into the younger man, hearing the cry of shock and pain and unwilling pleasure that was forced from Harry’s throat. He pulled back and thumped in again. And again. And again.

His hand stayed firmly on Harry, tugging his now very hard cock. He slicked his oily fingers over it and rubbed along it, pulling the foreskin free of the tip and pressing his thumb hard against Harry's slit.

Harry screamed and screamed until he ran out of breath. He slumped, his semen spattered on the bed clothes. But Snape wasn't finished. He had stilled himself as Harry had climaxed, body clenching almost painfully around the thick invader, and Snape's breath had hitched at the feeling but now he began to move again.

The older man was grunting and moaning as his pleasure built. His fingers tightened their hold, digging sharp nails into bruised skin and he slammed hard and fast into Harry. He shuddered, body tense with impending climax, balls clenching underneath his swollen and sensitive cock. His tip swelled further and he threw his head back as he thudded hard into Harry, his seed spattering deep into his captive. Now that his arousal was gone, Harry felt the pain of each thrust. He bit hard on his lip, tearing at the soft skin so that blood flowed down his chin.

Harry lay under Snape, hating himself for enjoying any part of what had just happened. He had in no way wanted Snape to fuck him, and yet, and yet he had hardened and climaxed with the other man inside him. Loathing himself for his weakness, tears spilled over his face and wet the bed spread.

Snape slumped over Harry’s back, gasping for breath, one cheek pressed against the boy’s shoulder as he softened. Noticing Harry’s tears he panted, voice gravelly, “Remember, you gave your consent.”
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