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Warning: Slash, blood, death. Full credit to JK Rowlings and WB. Do I care—NO.

Taste
By WittchWay/Brian
Chapter 5 Always the teacher

Harry lay nuzzled between Sirius Black's legs, his cheek resting just above the small scratch of black hairs that separated the bottom half of the mans body. His eyes half drooped with contentment, he was warm, well feed, the color was back in his cheeks, and if he sucked at his teeth just right he could still taste the warmth of Sirius's blood tingling in his mouth. But most of all he felt like he could sleep for hours where he lie.

He was half-aware of Snape watching him. Half-aware of bumps in the night, growls in the distance and the rustle of nearby leaves. They were now in that space between the eerieness of dark and the shadows that rise along with the creeping sun.

But Harry didn't care, he was comfortable and had no desire to leave his current position. He hummed silently, eerily to himself, as his fingers absentmindedly worked there way slowly across Sirius dead body, petting, touching, exploring. His left-hand twirled through the wild mess of black hairs that slipped just below Sirius's waistband. Harry tugged slightly, then watched with mild interest as the curls of hair he pulled straight sprung back into place.

Snape smirked, cupping Harry's chin pulling him up to a kneeling position. A devilish glint in Harry's eyes as he looked at his potion master, he wanted to protest that he wanted more, that he wanted one more lick, one more taste. Reading his young charges mind, "you'll be sick Harry. Only one kill a night or one and a half if you're sharing." Snape remarked gently.

Harry stretched lazily his white shirt lifted from his small frame baring a pale stomach. Harry patted his stomach, it did feel a little over full. But the temptation was there, the pull to feel warm blood soak his mouth was barely more than he could stand. It was almost maddening the need, the warmth. That taste.

Snape pulled at Harry's collar straightening it back into place, leaning over the dead body of Sirius. "Look at you. You're a mess," he soothed. Snape pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, blotted it with his tongue and started to wipe Harry's neck and chin free of the splatters of blood. Harry grinned and shut his eyes. It felt good to be gently cleaned like this. He leaned forward, turning his neck toward Snape to give him better access in his task. His teacher dabbed at the two little puncher holes on the side of his neck. A fingertip ran gently over it and then softly a wet tongue. The sensation sent a shiver down Harry's spine.

Harry felt Snape pull away and opened his eyes, his professor had his face tilted toward the night's sky. The moon had finally crawled from it's highest position and was now just gracing the top of the tall pine trees. Harry crawled eagerly over Sirius's cold leg, pressing his chest against Snape's. Burying his face in the croak of Snapes neck.

"Mors cos coming, we half to get back to the castle."

Harry shook his head he didn't like that idea at all. He wanted to stay here in the forest forever. He liked it here. Yet he still could feel the creep of morning as it neared. His skin was tingling and he knew that itch would only intensify as the day dawned.

Harry licked his lips savoring the still lingering taste of blood. Licked at Snape’s neck. Snape sat back staring at the little scamp that had planted himself against his chest. Harry sucked a fingertip into his mouth with every intent of cleaning the blood that had somehow found it's way beneath his fingernails.

Snape watched with rapid attention as one slender finger was sucked into the boys mouth, then the next and so on. He watched intently, as a pink tongue dragged up the length of each digit with such innocence, quite unaware of the discomfort that he was causing for his professor. Snape squirmed where he sat, yet it did nothing to ease his growing erection. It was arousing to watch something so innocent, flawless, so natural.

"I think you do these things to torment me," Snape whispered, his voice rasped with desire. Harry looked up at him with large innocent eyes, perhaps.

"Did you like that?"

Snape pulled Harry's hips forward, showing him exactly what it was he liked. Straddling him. Feeling the instant contact of Harry's own erection pressing against his. A warm moan escape each recipient, Harry rocked his hips forward, causing another wave of friction and pleasure.

Snape wound his hand through the raven head of hair, Harry threw his head back baring a pale neck. Snape licked the curve of the boy’s neck, the course of his throat, collar, shoulder.

Half-laden eyes of lust, yearning, hunger. Snape slide a hand down the curve of Harry's back tracing the shape of his spine, feather light touches floated to the waist of the school required black pants. White, long fingers slipped below the coarse material, finding the cleft of the young student ass. Teasingly slide a finger between the boy’s cheeks. He messages with rough hands his intended target. Harry nuzzled into the curve of Snapes neck, his tongue dancing across the cool of the potion master’s skin. A low satisfying hiss escaped the boy as he grind his hips into his teacher, as in turn his professor slowly pushed a single finger at the pucker of the young boys body.

Harry clenched around the invasion, Snape felt the boy reflexively tense against his chest. ‘Relax’ whispered in his ears as his lower back was rubbed in small circular moments. Snape nipped at the boy’s earlobe, kissing the boys neck.

Snape lifted him suddenly from his straddled position, pushing him to lay back on the ground. A feral growl escaped Harry, a complaint at the lose of contact. Snape shrugged out of his cloak dropping it to the ground. He was half-aware of emerald eyes following his movement, the boy maddeningly licking his lips. The professor dropped to his knees between the boys legs, he nudged one knee forward forcing the students legs to open for him.

Snape lay his lean body along Harry’s, smirking, it had been to long a moment to get to this point and he certainly didn’t want to be rushed. Snape roughly kissed Harry Potter upon the lips, forcing his tongue into the warmth of the boy’s mouth. Snape ground his erection slowly into his student body, he wanted to fuck his young eager boy slowly. He wanted the boy to whimper, beg, scream and plead for completion and release for hours. It was only the closeness of the cursed sunrise and the closeness of morning that forced him to put urgency into his movements. But there would be other days.

Snape leaned in to inhale the scent of blood that lingered about the boy. The scent was intoxicating, blood, the forest, the cool dew of the night. He could taste it on his mouth, on his boy’s neck, lips, chest. Professor Snape ran a hand down the boy’s chest, graceful fingers tweak and pinched the pale virgin nipples of his young sire. All movements and touches followed closely by a well-trained tongue.

Harry murmured his desire as his hips were lifted asps aps and zippers were released. Snape roughly pulled the trousers from the boy’s hips to display the prominent erection. The strained erection of the boy now eased caused a reaction moan. Harry lifted his hips up from the dirt floor of the forest, he couldn't get enough of the long fingers or the rough hands that were working themselves over his body. Teasing him, tormenting, driving him crazy.

Fawning hands slide up his thigh, to his hips, touching, caressing, stroking, willingly and that beautiful tongue followed every movement. Harry mewed. He desperately wanted to thrust up to meet the mouth that was tormenting him. Lifting his hips wanting more. Needing the feel of his teachers hands on his body. Feather light touches ghost over his hard prick, that had yet to be fully touch, a warm mouth nuzzled against his inter thigh. A nip of teeth, a finger pressing just behind his balls, Harry tightened his grip on Snapes hair. "More" was whispered, cursed with desire upon the boy’s lips.

Long slow strokes pulled at his hard prick, willing him, teasing him, maddening him. Long pale fingers, the tip of Snapes tongue licked and sucked it's way up and down his shaft. Small burst of pleasure coursed threw him as nibbles and teeth crawled over the head of his erection. Pain tugged at his balls, fingers stroked the opening of his willing body, pressing at him, entering him. Harry clenched around the invading fingers as teeth sank in to the curve of his thigh, a whimpered cry escaped him. The scent of blood slowly invaded the air.

Snape pulled back unbuckling his own pants releasing his erection, he could feel the boy’s eyes on him, watching, holding his breath. Snape looked down at Sirius’s cooling body next to them, the mans shirt was lifted revealing a ghostly stomach. His trousers were undone and just below his belly button were two small puncture marks.

Snape darted his tongue over the small hole Harry had made with his starter teeth. Sucking a small amount of the blood into his mouth. A small trickle eases down his chin. He spitted the blood into his hand cupping it, then slicking down his erection with the mix of blood and spit. Harry watched with amusement the crude form of lubricant used.

Snape leaned over the boy kissing the boys mouth, tongues lapping at each other. Pulling away grinning at the child beneath him, small hands came up fisting in his hair. Their eyes locked, Harry tilted his chin up. ‘Please’ he whispered. That was all Snape need to hear. Guiding one leg to his shoulder, he thrusted into the young body under him. Seething himself in the tight warmth of the boy. His eyes tightly shut with pleas a m a muffled cry from Harry as he kissed him. Rocking, thrusting, forward.

Fingernails pulled him closer, pushing him for more. The boys other leg wrapped around him. Hips jutted up to meet Snape’s slow rhythmic movements. Pleads trickled from the boys lips. Begging for more. Snapes mouth wandered over the planes of soft skin. Tasting the warmth, nipping at pale nipples, biting a crude pallet of blood across the boy’s chest. A mock artwork.

Snape’s fangs sank into the hallow of Harry’s neck moaning as warm blood soaked his mouth, the rush of thirst sated a deep desire. Snape sped up his thrusts, digging deeper, his hand euphorically pumping the boys cock with his own movement. Withdrawing and sinking his teeth around the small bud of firm nipple. Drinking, savoring the flood of blood in his mouth. Harry cried out clenching around his lover as Snape pulled ripping the nipple fully open. Snape threw his head back, another rough thrust, hitting the tender prostate of his student. That young ass was clenching around his cock buried deep within that once undefiled ass.

Harry cried out arching up to the body above him. Snape threw hiad bad back, giving another rough thrust hitting the tender prostate of his student and came in his young son's body.

***

Snape lifted his head from where he had collapsed on the boy, he watched the shadows of the forest. A strange rustling noise crept around the edge of where they now lay, he could smell the creature circling them, breathing, panting, just as hungry as he was. Snape sneered.

Snape pulled slowly out of Harry and started to roll to the other side of him. Harry grabbed him quickly, linking his legs around the mans waist pulling him closer on top of him. "I like this," Harry panted first, regaining his breath, his eyes rolling over Sirius's still body, touching his godfathers leg lightly. Snape smirked nipping at Harry's bottom lip, "some how I knew you would. But don't get use to this we won't be eating like this every day." He whispered breaking the hold the boy had on him.

"We don't eat everyday?" astonished Harry propped himself up on his elbows pulling his school robe back onto his shoulders, somehow he was sure he would be hungry everyday, every waking hour. He was hungry now. There was a strange need and craving that was pulling at him. A need that was making his mind go mad.

"Technically speaking we are suppose to feed daily. But...there's a repression potion we will start taking when we return to the castle...it helps with a strong will."

Harry looked shock, "you take it?" he wound his small fist in the hem of his robes. He was not going to take some silly potion. Snape sighed, "I do..."

"But I'm hungry, I'll be hungrier tomorrow..." he cut Snape off, "I want this." he pointed at Sirius, "everyday." He didn't want to whine he wanted professor Snape to teach him everything he could about what he had become. He hardly though repressing, who he was, was going to help matters.

"That's not the way it works. I'll make the potion, you'll take it. You would be feeding on your friends in the middle of the night if you didn't".

Harry shut his eyes in frustration. He was angry, but it didn't stop him from envisioning a pale Ron, curled in a Gryffindor red duvet. The moonlight creeping across his skin. That long thin neck, a splatter of ginger freckles, the wayward strands of red hair. Harry sat fully up, "I'm not taking any potion and you shouldn't either. This is what we are, who we are." he looked over his shoulder at the headmaster lying still on the ground still stunned, Harry quickly pulled on the rest of his clothes. He looked back at Snape, "I will not be denied who I truly am."

Snape stood buckling his pants, dusting the earth from his knees, "there is a way of course". He walked around the headmaster, "but your precious headmaster won't approve of it."

Harry's eyes gleamed, "tell me." he whispered getting to his feet coming to stand next to Snape.

Snape smirked at the eagerness of youth, he tilted the boys chin up with a slick finger. "Are you still hungry, love" he whispered, tasting the boys sweet lips. Letting his tongue dip teasingly into the warm mouth, that opened for him easily and would always welcome him.

Harry nodded, always, his lips brushed against the professors, "yes" he purred.

"Then drink," he roughly shoved Harry toward the immobile body of Dumbledore. "You drink, *kill* and I will show you a life that is a endless feast."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, the Headmasters gray eyes darted around wildly. He was muttering, chanting under his breath. Harry turned to look at Snape, "you mean?" he pointed at Dumbledore.

Snape nodded, pulling his black cloak around him. Harry looked intently at him a moment longer, then dropped to his knees. Snape was by his side brushing a tattered leaf from his child's hair. Emerald eyes looked up at him glistening with hunger that was damned to be eternal, the pain of teeth already bursting from his mouth. A growl already needing the taste of warm blood. Looking down at the gray of the old mans beard and hairs scattered around him. The tatter of leaves and forest stuck in it at odd angles.

Kill him, feed, live forever, it was all swirling in his mind...Harry stumbled back, he thought he should feel some remorse, some sorrow. Sirius was dead and now his headmaster lay at his feet... stunned. Hunger tore at his nervous, made his mouth water. His life had change drastically within the course of the night. He couldn't think, the tingle of the morning sun distracted him. The smell of blood and sex hung heavily in the air, distracting him.

"I...I..." he stuttered. Harry suddenly didn't feel well. "We can't he's the headmaster... who would run the school." he finally said.

"That's a child's answer Potter," Snape swooped down on him yanking him to his feet. Snape turned him around facing the Death Eaters body that lay in the far distance, to Sirius body that lay a few feet away, to Dumbledore at his feet. "If he didn't hold us back, to stop us from our natural instinct and nature, we would be free to feed nightly." Snape smirked "to cull the less desirable in society. Blood is our survival."

Harry looked at the headmaster, "he's done so much for me...I don't know if I can." Snape growled shoving him away, "I was fool to take you on, still the righteous little Gryffindor, nothing but a thorn in my side."

"You do it, you kill the headmaster." Harry snarled.

"I can't..." Snape muttered turning around watching the forest. Stalking the movement of the unseen animals of the forest.

"Lupin" he screamed stalking toward the forest Harry narrowed his eyes quickly glancing up at the night’s sky, full moon—werewolf. The long stoat, narrow eyes, short graying hair, black mixed with the silver seemed to reflex the moonlight. The wolf padded lightly toward Snape who held out his hand for the wolf to sniff.

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