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Weight of the World	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, nor am I making any money off of it. It's called FANfiction because I DON'T own it, right? Right. Good that we're clear.

Chapter List
- 1-I.
- 2-II.
- 3-III.
- 4-IV.
- 5-V.
- 6-VI.
- 7-VII.
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VI.

Harry couldn't help but smile. He'd always imagined Snape as an evil
tyrant when he was a boy, so now to find the man laying a gentle kiss
to his throat, barely ghosting his fingers across his stomach, he
couldn't help but laugh a bit. That, and it tickled.

“What?” Snape demanded. Were his efforts already so
laughable? They'd barely begun. His outer robe had been set aside,
and Harry's t-shirt had only just joined it, but other than that they
were both still fully clothed. The kisses were enjoyable, but
well-planned and not overly passionate for the time being. He'd
imagined he would be at least half naked before the bloody git
started laughing at him. No such luck.

“No, it's nothing, really!” Harry assured, pulled Snape
back down toward him. “I'm ticklish, is all.”

“Hn,” Snape grunted as if he didn't believe it one bit.

“I am!” Harry protested.

“Ticklish here?” the older man asked, a bit of mischief
in his tone as he ghosted his fingertips across Harry's abdomen.

Harry squirmed at the path of butterfly wings the gentle touch left
in its wake. “Stoooopppp,” he whined, but that only made
Snape draw his fingers down Harry's stomach again in a slow graze of
nails that crossed the first path.

Harry wriggled and whined. “You're ruining the moo-oo-oood!”
the young man complained.

“Am I?” Snape asked as he continued to tease the
sensitive flesh of Harry's stomach. “It is my impression that
the mood has not been this agreeable all day.”

“The mood was pretty good when you let me pull you into the
bedroom,” Harry sulked as he swatted at the hands. For all his
complaints though, he was still hard. His fantasy was coming true,
after all – Snape was touching him, and nearly smiling. Even
if he didn't get the night of blazing passion he so desperately
wanted, he'd already gotten farther with the sensual older man than
he ever thought he would.

“Was it?” Snape postured. “I can't seem to recall
that particular distortion of events.” He would have called
the mood anticipatory, surely, as he allowed Harry to fumble over the
buttons of his robes between clumsy kisses, but not necessarily
'good' by the standard definitions of the word. Arousing, surely,
but he was nervous and if honest with himself, slightly terrified of
the course his life was taking and what ramifications those actions
would have. But now? Now Harry's eyes were wrinkled in mirth and his
belly jiggled with repressed laughter, and frankly, he had never
found the Gryffindor so charming. His hands pawed impotently at
Snape's forearm to try to end the torture, and his lips pressed
petulantly, and his muscles flexed helplessly beneath Snape (who
found himself particularly attentive to the way the young man's
thighs gripped about his hips).

Harry gasped for breath. “Bastard,” he hissed. The
tickling took his breath away. If Voldemort had known this was all
it took to defeat him, their battle would certainly not have lasted
seven long years, and it would have ended very differently. But if
the tickling wasn't enough, every effort he made to shift away caused
his groin to rub against Snape's flat stomach. He had never been
aroused and annoyed at the same time before. It didn't surprise him
in the least that Severus Snape was the one to do that to him. That
being said, enough was enough with the tickling! He did the only
thing he thought he could to free himself – clamped his thighs
around the older man and flipped them over so that he was sitting
across Snape's lap. He leaned down quickly to pin those slender
wrists to the mattress. Snape's eyes seemed to spark with lust.
Harry licked his lips without giving the act much thought. “I
said stop with the tickling,” he panted softly.

“As you can surely see, I am currently in no position to
resume,” Severus answered. The boy was delectable, straddling
his hips like this, holding his hands down to restrain his movement.
There was something exciting about a man so much younger than him
trying to control him and the excitement coiled and pooled in his
lower stomach.

“Mmn,” Harry answered. “That's true. Maybe I'll
have to keep you like this, then you won't be able to drag your heels
any longer.”

“That would be highly impractical if you intend to disrobe
before the night is out,” Severus replied, but his uncertainty
had shriveled into nothing as Harry kept him pinned there with both
his lithe, young body and his stunningly emerald eyes. It bordered
on a fetish, really – how much green eyes fascinated him and
drew him in. He shifted his hips and rubbed his hardened flesh along
Harry's bottom.

Harry arched his back and shuddered. Yes! This is what he
wanted. This is what he'd always wanted from Snape, and just been far
too much of a fool to understand until it was far too late. He
pressed his rump back against the bulge in the older man's trousers
and watched the way his eyelashes fluttered above high cheekbones and
the thin lips part softly. 'Merlin, you really are unbearably
sexy.' People could say what they liked about Snape's looks, but
Harry found him handsome enough, sensual and alluring and enigmatic.
It didn't matter if Snape was beautiful to him only because he'd
taken such a fancy to him, or if he'd taken a fancy to him because he
found him unconventionally beautiful. Eyes of the beholder, and all
that. 'Though, right now, I rather think what I want to behold
most of all is his cock,' Harry thought as he bit the inside of
his cheek and rocked his hips against the bulge again.

He moaned. “If I let go of your hands, will you promise not to
move them?”

“Controlling sort, aren't you?” Severus smirked a bit.
Had he really hated Harry when he was a boy? It was hard to imagine
when the young man was topless, horny, and practically clawing his
clothes off with his eyes.

“Keep your hands where they are,” Harry said more firmly.
No more tickling. He no longer had the patience to disrobe. He wanted
a good, hard fuck, and the sooner the better. He'd regret that come
morning, but consequences had never been something Harry gave very
much thought.

He let go when Snape gave him the barest nod of acknowledgment and
paid the man's tunic only enough attention to pull it up above his
navel before going straight for his fly. He cursed under his breath
about Snape's old fashioned wardrobe. “More damn buttons,”
he muttered and in his impatience to get them all unfastened, two
snapped off and skittered across the floor. Whatever. They could
spell them back on later. He pulled the trousers open and the pants
down and his prize sprung forth – a long, pink prick with a
drop of precum gathering at the tip, surrounded by a thatch of ebon
curls that led up to the dip of Snape's navel.

Harry's lust nearly overcame him. He fumbled for a wand –
either one, it hardly mattered at this point, and when his fingers
closed around it, pressed the tip to the burgeoning erection and
murmured the lubricating spell – twice, because he knew he
wasn't patient enough right now to waste much time on preparation,
and tossed the wand carelessly back to the mattress.

Snape hissed, clutching the bedding and writhing a bit as the chill
of the spell thoroughly gelled his prick. He exhaled shakily,
watching Harry quickly unfasten his own trousers as the spell worked
its magic and tug the back of them down to expose his buttocks.
Merlin, the boy was impatient! Couldn't he at least remove his pants
completely so that Severus could get a good look at what he was sure
must be a handsome erection? But he'd barely gotten the thought out
before Harry positioned his tip and impaled himself on the older
man's turgid flesh.

Harry released a strangled cry. Oh, he should have stretched himself
at least a bit, really, he should have, but he just couldn't wait.
It was so hard, so deep, so good...and it fucking stung. He threw his
head back and could bring himself to do nothing but breathe for a
long few moments. “Fuck...that hurt.”

Snape had been blinded by the sudden spark of pleasure and the tight
heat wrapped around his cock. “I...nngh...would imagine...so,”
he grit out. “Fool.”

Harry looked down at him and smirked impishly. “ 's good
though,” he added. “Bloody brilliant.” He flexed
his rump, testing the soreness of his passage. “And this is
your fault, anyway, for making me wait so long.”

“It's barely been an hour since dinner,” Snape answered.
“Impatient brat.”

“An hour, eleven years, what's the difference?” Harry
quipped before beginning to slowly roll his hips. 'Oh god yes!'
He would regret being so impulsive in the morning, but for now
the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

Snape's lips parted in a silent moan and his hands clawed at the
sheets. Whatever snarky remark he might have had evaporated when the
air hit his tongue. What was the difference between an hour and
eleven years? Between himself and Harry Potter? Harry was right;
there was no difference at all. He lifted his hand and brushed his
fingers across the young man's cheek.

Harry tilted into it like a cat. “You broke your promise
already?”

“Promises are made to be broken,” Severus rasped as Harry
rocked forward more firmly and then back again. The feeling of flesh
sliding against hot, tight flesh. “Oooh.” Delectable.

Harry's sigh of pleasure shook itself out of him in a quivering
little groan. “Feels so nice I can't even scold you properly.
No fair.”

Severus smirked a bit. “Life isn't fair, Potter,” he
said – an echo of words he had thrown viciously at the emerald
eyed vixen more than once when he was still a boy.

Harry grinned at that. The way Severus said it told Harry he
remembered their conversations, and that was all that he needed to
know – that he was important enough to Severus Snape that the
things they had said to one another so long ago hadn't vanished.
What was between them had lingered. The desperate, lonely past
between them only made tonight all the more special. All the hate
they'd had for one another only pronounced the lack of it as Harry
rode Snape's turgid flesh and Snape moaned and caressed him until he
felt the heat of the older man's passion fill him and he came with a
sharp cry in his pants.

“Ah, oh bloody fucking hell,” Harry cried out as the
orgasm shook his body and he realized the folly of his impatience as
the dark stain soaked straight through the denim. He sat there
impaled for a minute to catch his breath, watching the gentle rise
and fall of his new lover's chest, rapt by the way his long hair
spilled like ink across the white sheets.

When he climbed off, he kicked his pants off and tossed them aside.
He could deal with the stains later, but he was certainly not going
to spend the night attached to the sticky mess drying inside of his
trousers. The socks could stay, he figured – there was no
reason to take them off. He rolled into Snape's shoulder and let his
palm rest on Snape's stomach and his head on his shoulder. “Next
time, no clothes,” he said.

Next time? Would there be a next time? Severus wasn't so sure, but he
supposed he would know soon enough. If Harry was still here when he
woke up in the morning, that would tell him all he needed to know.
“Hn. You're the fool who had to rush things.”

“Couldn't help it,” Harry answered, nuzzling into him as
if Snape were a teddy bear rather than a snarky potions master.
“Since you're so damn sexy.”

Snape let go of a soft snort by way of reply.

“You are!” Harry declared. “To me.”

Snape lifted his hand to curl around Harry's back and rest gently on
his hip, reaching over the side of the bed where the blanket was
still folded and pulling it over their spent bodies. “Well, I
suppose that will have to do,” he replied, but he was happy.
Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so content.

“You should be honored. The Harry Potter thinks you're
sexy, you know,” Harry joked.

“Oh, yes. I am giggling like a giddy fangirl on the inside,”
Snape drawled.

Harry laughed. “You are not, but it's sweet of you to fake
it.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Go to sleep, you idiot.”

Harry was already learning how to translate 'Snape' into ordinary
wizard, so he knew that 'go to sleep, you idiot' really meant
something a lot closer to, 'I rather fancy you, Harry, even if your
jokes are stupid and juvenile.' And that was just fine with Harry,
because Severus had this look in his eyes like he was amused even
though he refused to admit it.
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