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Tell Me It\'s Over	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VI.

When Harry signed Severus out of the hospital, the healer on duty saw fit to come by and inform him, rather sternly, "Do remember, Mr. Potter, that while we are releasing Mr. Snape into your care, he still needs to rest and should not be exerting himself any more than is absolutely necessary." That rather rained on Harry's idea for a homecoming party, but the healer was right. He'd waited this long, a little longer wouldn't kill him. Probably. It might give him one hell of a case of blue balls though.

Still, he'd enlisted the help of everyone he could get his hands on, which included Hermione, Luna, Neville, and a gaggle of Weasleys. He was very proud of the results, more proud still because they'd done nearly everything the muggle way, wich was quite a thrill for Mr. Weasley.

"Why am I wearing a blindfold?" Severus complained.

"Because it's a surprise, obviously," Harry answered.

"Oh, wonderful," Snape said in that way that implied he wasn't at all thrilled. Surprises had always left a bad taste in his mouth. He liked to know exactly what was going on at all times.

Harry opened the front gate, relieved when it didn't squeak, and proceeded up the narrow front walk to the landing. He helped Snape up two short steps – which is when Severus started to realize something was very wrong – Grimmauld Place had three, and they weren't quite so narrow, but something still felt terribly familiar – a certain dustiness in the air.

"Okay," Harry said, gently pulling away the blindfold. Severus blinked, a tense coil forming at the base of his spine. It couldn't be!

He looked out toward the street and saw a short picket fence, painted white, where he remembered a battered-gray one with several broken planks and a squeaky hinge. He stepped back down the walk and noted the soot-covered brick had been freshly washed, and flower boxes added to the windows, though no one had planted anything. There was, however, a quaint little wooden sign in the one nearest the door that read 'For Potions and Poultices'. The muggles, no doubt, would be oblivious to the honesty hidden therein. It was obviously intended as a place for Snape to grow his own herbs – the more mundane ones, at least.

"Harry, what is this?" he asked in a daze, looking at the neatly trimmed hedges, the cobblestones where he remembered a broken walkway.

Harry gave him a sheepish bit of a smile. "Welcome home," he said.

"You...fixed my house? Why?" His tone was incredulous. Why bother? There was nothing to it worth saving.

Harry shrugged lightly. "Our house," he answered as Severus walked blearily back up to him, as if he was sure he was having a very bizarre dream from which he would very soon wake. He looked back out from the stoop. Past the white fence, the street looked just the same as it always had – brown and dingy, a broad sort of grayness that surrounded the entire world as Severus had known it growing up. "I hope..." Harry added, when he didn't answer.

'I...yes, I suppose it is, though I scarcely recognize it," Severus answered awkwardly.

"You hate it," Harry said, pouting. He hadn't been entirely certain how his hard work would be received, but he had hoped to see at least a little smile."

"I am stunned," Severus replied. "I assumed you would have me move in to your home, not the other way around."

"Well, you know, Grimmauld Place always has a couple of Order members floating about. It's still mine, technically, but...I like letting them use it. I think it would make Sirius happy to see all those people that his family would have hated walking in and out at all hours," he mused. "And anyway, you have this whole life that's nothing to do with me. It would be kind of obnoxious of me to expect you to give everything up. I thought this could be a place just for us. No Order of the Phoenix, no screaming portraits, no poltergeists living in the cupboards, no cursed kitchenware, and it's a bit out of the way, so guests aren't likely to just pop by unannounced. We could move into Grimmauld Place if you'd rather, though..."

"No," Severus said. "You've gone through all of this effort. I just..." He fought the urge to keep his mouth shut. This was Harry, who already knew anything important there was to know about him, and who he owed as many years of explanations as it took. "I simply do not have any fond memories of this house. To see this kind of effort put into it is somewhat...perplexing."

Harry pulled his love in close. "Then we'll have to make some," he answered. "Starting now." He caressed Snape's cheek and curled his arm around his waist. Severus knew what he wanted, but it was rather sweet of him to be asking permission for a change. He considered only a moment before conceding and leaning his head down for kiss. Neighbors be damned. There were hardly any left anyway, and those that remained could talk amongst themselves about the young man Severus Snape was taking advantage of as much as it pleased them to do so. It was none of his concern. He was making memories, and he dared anyone to try to interrupt that as Harry pushed his tongue past his thin lips and curled his fingers into long, inky hair.

"That, I believe, is a fair start," Severus purred when the kiss broke.

Harry grinned. "Come inside," he said. "Let me show you what else we've done. And if you hate it, don't be afraid to speak up. We can change it all back," he assured. "It's your house. We can do whatever you want."

"Our house," Severus corrected, reaching for the doorknob. He tilted his head quizzically at a darkish splotch near the knob. What in Merlin's arsehole was that? "Is that blood?" he asked.

"Er..." Harry blushed a little. "As it turns out, Percy is shite with a hammer," Harry conceded. "He banged the hell out of his thumb when he was putting the numbers up." He gestured at the brass address numbers on the door. "I got it as clean as I could the muggle way but...maybe a little magic wouldn't hurt."

"Hn," Severus answered, finally pushing the door open. "Should I expect any other unusual stai--?" He trailed off. This couldn't be his childhood home, surely. It was far too bright, and not nearly gray enough. The entryway was painted a rather friendly sort of beige, and as he scanned over the immediate view, he saw that the kitchen had rather cheerful white paper on the walls with dainty little flowers from the waist up, and wood paneling from the waist down. He could see his bookshelves in tact in the sitting room, which was promising, but his couch had been completely refinished in a very Slytherin shade of green. The lights, too! His home had been rather dimly lit by hanging candelabras, but they'd replaced these with larger fixtures, better spaced apart for light, and added wall sconces in strategic places. It created a criss-cross of shadows across the new gray carpet, but there was so much more light, Snape felt as though he'd entered a parallel dimension. The shapes were still there, the books all in the same places, but this simply couldn't be the same house. It couldn't be. The atmosphere was entirely too pleasant, and... "What is that smell? Is that juniper?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, it was kind of musty, being left alone so long. The girls couldn't resist casting a few air-freshening charms. They overdid it a bit, but they should wear off in another day or so."

"Hn," Snape answered again. "There is time enough for the grand tour," he said. "Perhaps for now you can tell me all about what you've done to the bedroom."

Harry didn't miss that suggestive edge on his lover's voice. "...Maybe that's not the best idea."

"Why ever not? It is what you have been hinting at for weeks now, is it not?"

"Er, yeah, but...the healers say you still need to rest 'n all..."

"Nonsense, I've been 'resting' ever since I opened my eyes. One would think, having been asleep for two years, those around me would prefer me awake, but everyone I talk to is trying to chain me to a bed and sedate me."

"But..." Harry protested weakly against Snape's words and his own desires.

"Harry, I am going to the bedroom now," Severus said. "And I am going to get undressed. And whether you are there to keep me company, or my left hand has to do all the work is of no consequence. You decide."

He spun away from his young lover and opened the secret passage behind the bookshelf, marching up the stairs, which he found lit now by a tidy line of silver wall sconces with gold trim.

Harry delayed a moment, staring after the older man's sweeping black robes as he imagined him wanking and moaning and...well, of course, if Severus was set on doing that right off, then he most definitely intended to be present to enjoy it.

He stumbled up the stairs, but was several steps behind his lover. When he pushed the bedroom door open, Severus had already removed his cloak and outer robe, and was lifting his tunic over his head. He watched, transfixed, as the man shook his head to free his dark hair from the collar. He found himself entranced by the way it spilled down his slender back. Severus glanced back at him. His severe profile sent ripples of lust from Harry's heart straight to his groin.

"Close the door," Severus said. "There's a horrible draft that comes up those stairs." He turned again and made quick work of his trousers and pants, taking a moment to appreciate the finer details of his redecorated bedroom. It was essentially the same, but with a fresh paint job in a nice slate color with the back wall papered navy and silver jacquard. More wall sconces hung on either side of the four poster bed. The old black duvet cover had been replaced by another in beige and prussian blue, and the sheets, he noted as he turned the duvet down, were wine red and sinfully silken. The barest hint of a smirk crossed his lips. Those sheets were going to feel lovely against his bare skin.

He lowered himself against them and stretched out. He never thought himself a handsome man, but the way Harry looked at him made him feel quite alluring. Harry's concept of beauty was obviously skewed, but he was not about to complain if it got such a handsome young man in his bed. He let his eyes drag purposely over Harry's still fully-clothed figure. "Are you going to join me? Or do you intend to just watch?" he asked, sliding his hand down his flat stomach and dragging his fingers through the curls of dark hair leading to his groin. He watched Harry's eyes darken with lust as his fingers curled around the base of his cock, enjoyed the way his tongue darted across his lips when Severus dragged his long fingers slowly up his shaft and back down again.

Harry felt his throat go dry as he watched his beloved's cock swell as his gentle, toying touches turned into firmer strokes. He saw the telltale signs of arousal in Snape's face as well – his lips slightly parted, his jaw slackening, his eyelashes dusting down toward his cheekbones.

Harry's bollocks tightened and his breath became shallow. He snapped into action, tossing his sweater to one corner, his shirt to another, and stumbling his way out of his jeans, getting hung up on his trainers and nearly falling on his arse with the whole mess bunched about his ankles.

Severus paused long enough to smirk at him, which Harry knew was as good as a laugh as far as his lover was concerned. "My my, for someone so reticent about getting me into bed, you certainly are eager now."

Harry struggled his way out of the last of his clothing, kicking his pants away as he reached the side of the bed. "It's not as if I don't want you," he assured, leaning over his love and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "Fucking hell, it's been three years, at least, since the last time I've had these lips wrapped around my cock." He laid another kiss on Snape's mouth. "But I want you well more than I want your arse. And your tongue. And your long, hard cock." He climbed over Severus, his knees planted to either side of the man's hips, and laid a kiss on his throat, his collarbone, nipped at his ear.

"Then let me put your mind at ease," Severus answered, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders and pulling him down into a greedy kiss of his own, dragging his tongue across Harry's lips and plunging it as far into the young man's throat as he could manage.

Harry moaned into the kiss, sliding his hand down between them to grip his lover's cock. He gripped it roughly and dragged his thumb over the head. The kiss broke as Severus gasped beneath him. "Love you," Harry purred, burying his neck against Snape's neck again and nibbling there, working diligently to leave a mark.

"Hnn..." Snape answered as he felt Harry's lips trail down across his chest , lips closing around a nipple. He writhed beneath his love, feeling the hand stroking him, the mouth teasing him. Oh, it really had been far, far too long.

Harry extended his hand as he toyed with his lover and his wand flew from where he'd left it in his pocket to his hand. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and dragged the wand tip over the cleft of his love's arse, pressing the tip to the taut pucker, murmuring the tri-fold spell to cleanse, stretch, and lubricate against his beloved's flesh.

Severus arched beneath him. "Harry," he rasped, feeling the spell start to work his very out-of-practice muscles. Heat seared through his body.

"Love you," Harry purred again, sliding down to spread Snape's thighs. He dipped his tongue into his lover's navel and listened to him gasp, felt his longer fingers curl into his hair. Merlin! He had missed this! The way Snape felt, his scent. The way he moved, and the sounds he made, excited Harry faster and more thoroughly than anything else could. His fingers followed the path his wand had taken until two of them weaseled their way into the stretched passage. It took him no time at all to remember exactly how to twist the digits to find that bundle of nerves that would make his love cry out in that wonderfully deep voice he had.

When the fingertips grazed his prostate, it was as though someone had flipped a switch within Severus. He cried out in surprised pleasure and bucked his hips. "Harry..." he groaned. "Enough teasing."

Harry lifted his head. "Aw, but I love teasing you," he complained playfully, dragging his fingers over that sweet spot again.

Snape cried out again, digging his fingers into the silk sheets beneath him. "I should sincerely hope you like shagging me a bit more," he replied. "Best be quick about it before I revoke the privilege."

"As if you would," Harry replied with that goofy grin that had won Severus over in the first instance. But, he conceded and slipped his fingers out, sliding up to kiss his lover again. "Top or bottom?" he asked playfully.

"Hm...top, I think, to assuage your fears that I am at all unwell any longer," Severus answered.

Harry stole another kiss before climbing off of him, laying back with his shoulders against a mound of pillows.

Severus responded by straddling his lover, smirking a bit, and leaning down. Harry shivered as he felt his love's hot breath ghosting over his burning erection. He was enamored by how pleased Severus looked to open his mouth around him, languidly swallowing him down. His tongue felt as though it was everywhere at once. "Merlin, Sev. You're so good with your mouth," he groaned. He remembered that, but remembering it and feeling it were quite different matters. He had to remind himself to breathe, but Severus took pity on him soon enough, once the young man's thick rod was moist and dripping. He moved in closer, leaning down to kiss the younger man.

"I love you," he whispered in Harry's ear.

He said the words so seldom, Harry reveled in hearing them. "I know," he answered with a smirk, the way he remembered his lover always answered him when he was young.

The smirk fell away almost instantly, as he felt the older man position his cock and lower himself over it. Severus pressed his hands against Harry's chest as he seated himself, dropping his head back between his shoulders.

Harry bit his lip, his gaze tracing the path down his lover's scarred throat, past his hard nipples and down the trail of hair leading from his navel to his hard, pink cock. The tight heat wrapped around him was almost more than he could bear, then Snape looked down at him with those bottomless black eyes and lifted his hips, dropped them down for the first time. They both moaned. Harry put his hands on Snape's hips as the older man rode him. Each thrust removed another layer of his stoicism until he was crying out with abandon, hissing Harry's name as he found his own prostate with his young lover's cock over and over again.

"Harry..."

"Sev," Harry responded shakily, wrapping his fingers around his lover's swollen erection, stroking it in time with the movement of the man's hips. "Merlin! I've missed you so much," he groaned, feeling his bollocks tighten. He wasn't going to last much longer, but from the way his lover's shoulders started to quiver, he wasn't alone. He pulled harder on the hot prick in his hand. "So much," he rasped, only barely finishing the word before he could no longer contain himself, spilling his release up into the very much not infirmed man who had driven him so quickly over the edge.

Severus squeezed his eyes shut, his lips formed an o-shape, and his voice left him with his breath as he joined Harry in a shuddering climax, milking his beloved for all he was worth before sliding off and collapsing beside him. After taking a few moments to remember how to breathe, he lifted Harry's wand from the mattress and cleaned up the mess he'd spilled across his lover's stomach.

Harry murmured something unintelligible and curled against him. He flicked the wand again to bring the duvet up over them and turned onto his side to wrap his arms around his beloved.

"It's finally over, isn't it?" Harry asked. "We can rest now."

Severus laid a soft kiss on his forehead. "Or, not rest, if it suits our whim," he answered. "But, for now, yes, I think resting is called for."

Harry smiled and nuzzled closer. "I really fucking love you," he said.

"I rather noticed," Severus answered, and with one last wave of the wand, turned out the lights.

to be continued...
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