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Pandora's Box - COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warning - some blood play ;)

Harry slumped back down on the bed with a exhausted sigh, face flaming as he realized that he had just been watched coming all over himself. His cock on the other hand appeared to find the idea exhilarating and valiantly tried to stay firm, basking in the attention it was receiving.

Could my life get any worse!!

“Bloody hell Potter!,” Malfoy’s awed and slightly smug voice echoed loudly off the dungeon walls, “Who knew you were a kinky bastard!”

Harry closed his eyes at the gleeful tone in Malfoy’s voice, he heard the sound of a slap and Malfoy wailed.

“Fuck!.. That hurt.”

Cracking one eye open to see a flustered Malfoy holding his arm, Vivienne’s handprint stood out on the porcelain flesh of the top of his shoulder.

“Don’t be such a baby.” She admonished him in a bored tone, Harry could see she was fighting a grin from spreading across her face.

An annoyed huff to the side of Harry alerted him that the man was not impressed with them being disturbed, he moved to loom over Harry. The closeness of his hard body did nothing to impede Harry’s erection from firming up again. Dark eyes filled with desire as he licked Harry’s neck. His mind still focused on his audience, Harry still couldn’t stop the moan from slipping out. He clamped his lips together and turned his face away so they would not see his reaction. The man’s lips travelled down Harry’s trembling body, Harry could hear the gasps from Malfoy.

Tongue lapping at Harry’s naval made him cry out, the man laughed huskily, Malfoy made a strange gurgling noise. Harry’s eyes flew open, a stunned look on his face as he watched Vivienne with her delicate fingers around Malfoy’s throat. Her low, sweet voice drifted over to Harry.

“He’s not for you.. Understand?”

“Yes, yes.. Please stop I’ll behave.” Malfoy’s breathy rasp filled Harry’s ears, his cock rubbed against the man. Harry threw his head back and groaned. Malfoy fell to the floor when she released him, the sound of him taking great lungfuls of air was the only sound in the room.

The agile tongue had continued its journey, running through Harry’s come that was cooling on his fevered skin. Gathering the fluid, the man slid back up to share it with Harry, thrusting his come covered tongue deep into Harry’s waiting mouth. The salty taste of himself mixed with the taste of the man made Harry’s head spin with lust. His body tensed, the shifting of the dildo still inside him reminding him of its presence.

Harry could feel the man smiling into the kiss as he devoured Harry, the feeling of being swept away washing over his body. Moaning as he felt the dildo being withdrawn then slammed back in, Harry’s body so sensitive after the intensity of his release. Keening softly, Harry felt himself writhing on the bed.

The man pulled back from the kiss, Harry dreamily looked into those black eyes, the hunger he could see burning in them took his breath away. Trying not to look at the two people watching, Harry lifted his head to continue the kiss. The man pulled further away, the dildo sliding out of Harry with a slick pop. Harry moaned feeling the stretched ring of muscle flutter, clenching as if desperate to be filled again.

With a smile in his obsidian eyes, the man turned to acknowledge their uninvited guests. His voice cool and with a hint of annoyance as he addressed them.

“What are you doing in here?”

Malfoy blanched at the look he was given by the man, paling further when the man pushed himself up off the bed. Harry felt the absence of his warm body immediately, feeling more exposed and bereft.

Unconcerned with his nudity the man stalked towards the pair, Harry couldn’t help but admired the taut arse as he moved. Breath stopping in his throat when he noticed the tattoo on his shoulder, the clear shape of Hogwarts viewed from a distance, mist swirling around the bottom. Harry’s eyes moved over his body cataloging the art work . A large sea serpent rather like the giant squid was emerging from a lake along his left arm, swirling snakes linked the tattoos together. The outline of a wolf howling in front of a large full moon on his right bicep.

Moony

Harry took a large calming breath, noting that Vivienne’s eyes were not on the man but on him as if gauging his reactions.

If I say I know will he stop?

I have to be sure

I want it to be him, why?

Deep in his heart he knew the reasons why. He had always been drawn to the man, sometimes in hatred but the connection had always been there. Heart fluttered, nausea rose when a clear image flashed in his mind.

Charlie thrust hard inside him, fingers tightened on Harry’s hips under the onslaught of Harry forcing himself back on to Charlie’s rigid cock. Harry groaned, his back arching, the muscles tense as he came forcefully over the bed. Charlie’s eyes fluttered and his thrusts became jerky, showing Harry he was about to follow him with his own release.

A low growl escaped from Charlie, the expression on his face changed as he started to spill himself inside Harry’s trembling body.

“Severus!” the rough sex filled sound in Harry’s voice made Charlie freeze. The look of hurt flaring across his face as his body continued to empty itself into the unaware Harry ,who was keening and moaning from the intensity of his own orgasm.

I said Severus!

The room began to spin as Harry snapped out of the memory, three sets of concerned eyes were staring at him. Dark eyes raised a curious eyebrow, Malfoy realizing that Harry was flustered about something smirked. Vivienne took a step towards him only to be stopped by a tattooed arm coming across her chest. The effect was immediate, she froze and lifted her eyes to meet the man’s.

“Why did you bring him here?” he cast a look at Malfoy that made the blond visibly bristle. Harry too shook up by his revelation couldn’t even bring himself to laugh at the indignant look gracing his features.

Vivienne graced the irritated man with a stunning smile, he merely sneered at her. Undeterred, she raised a placating hand, bowing her head slightly in a sigh of respect.

“I apologize if I have upset you, but the boy,” she tilted her head in Malfoy’s direction, the blonds’ face now full of outrage, “Needs to be shown how a real master works.”. She lowered her head , Harry stunned by the show of obedience she was giving to the man.

“Perhaps you should show him how a good sub works instead?” the man’s deep tone full of mockery.

With a brief flash of fire behind her eyes she lowered herself to her knees, head still hanging down. Malfoy stood stunned into silence, Harry swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

The man stalked around her, appraising her slowly. The thought that he was admiring her suddenly bothered Harry, filling him with jealous anger. About the fling himself from the bed, gather his clothes and leave. The man laughed, patting Vivienne on the head. Smiling blue eyes looked up at him, grin spreading across her face.

“I could have never been your master.. Too defiant.” his rich voice said and his laugh filled the room. Without being aware of it Harry released the breath he had been holding. His heart slowing back down, mind troubled by the fact he had been so hurt by the idea of his master looking at someone else.

My master

Strangely, the thought didn’t upset Harry at all, it gave him a wonderful sense of calm and contentment. His master looked at him, their eyes met, a slow pleased smile graced the thin lips. He went to walk back to Harry then paused as if he remembered they were not alone.

“Did you bring the potion?” his gruff voice asked, Vivienne nodded.

Confused Harry looked at Draco, his face mirroring the same expression. Vivienne stood and handed a small bottle to the man. Her hand seemed so small and delicate next to his. Harry knew better than to be fooled, remembering the look on her face as she slit Greyback’s throat. He noticed her blue eyes were staring at him, studying his reactions. The man held up the potion bottle, the light shining through, the light blue potion seemed to glow in the light. He nodded his head indicating that he was pleased with the potion, Vivienne let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s acceptable.” He said turning the bottle around, studying the contents.

“As if I would make sub standard potion.” Vivienne complained, her face tight with annoyance.

She made it

I wonder who taught her?

The man laughed at her expression but did not apologise. Malfoy stood watching the conversation between the two of them, a strange look on his face. Dark eyes turned to look at Harry, swallowing a lump in his throat at the hungry look on the man’s face, he opened his mouth to speak. A large hand rose, palm flat indicating to Harry to stop.

“No questions, is that understood?” the rough sex filled timber of his voice making Harry want to moan out loud, he nodded his head.

“Have you asked him?” Vivienne asked, her eyes wary as she looked at Harry. With hooded eyes, the man turned to look at her. She took a step back at the expression on his face.

“No,” he looked at Malfoy, “Get out!”

Stunned and with an annoyed look gracing his pale features, Malfoy took a breath appearing to getting himself ready to begin an indignant tirade. A delicate hand raised and place her fingers gently over his pursed lips, shaking her head.

“Shhh Draco.. Don’t start something you really can’t finish.” Malfoy spluttered but glancing at the man apparently decided that she was right, with a huff he flounced from the room.

Leaving Vivienne standing with a smirk on her face, lowering her eyes and bowing her head.

“Do you require me for the ritual?”

Ritual.. Is he going to perform some spell on me?

Regarding her for a brief moment, he nodded. She appeared delighted then lowered her head again.

The man stalked towards the bed, Harry feeling nervous began to shiver. Strong fingers caressed his skin, running along his chest as the man pushed him down on to the bed.

“I want to mark you as mine.” gruffness in the words, excitement burning brightly in the black gaze.

Harry gulped, his skin goose bumped all over. A small smile on his face the man swooped down and pressed their lips together. The kiss chaste and soothing, Harry instantly relaxed.

“Do you want to be mine?” the man spoke against Harry’s lips. Harry thought he heard a trace of uncertainty in the rich tone.

Thoughts running wild in Harry’s head, did he want this? Was he sure? Would he still want this if he wasn’t so sure it was Severus behind the mask?

The last thought made him ponder everything for a second, realizing regardless if the man was not who he thought he was, Harry still wanted him. The feeling of contentment and security pushing aside any niggling doubts. One thought turning round and round in his head.

I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.

Taking a deep breath, Harry looked deep into the man’s eyes and nodded.

“Yes.” Harry surprised at the sureness in his quiet voice.

A small flicker on some emotion flashed across the man’s face, too quick for Harry to really see. The man’s strong hand turned Harry over, placing him face down on the bed. Nerves rampant now as the position made him feel exposed, a single finger scored down his back. The nail pushing hard enough to scratch, Harry flinched at the sting.

“Shhh.. Relax.” Harry found his body responding to the orders immediately, muscles becoming slack, with a sigh he sank further into the bed.

“Good boy.” a tiny kiss at the back of Harry’s neck was his reward.

Vivienne’s scent drifted over him, the perfume made him close his eyes. Familiar feelings flooding his mind, gasping as a memory filled his head.

Perfume, some sort of exotic faraway scent filled his nostrils as he approached the shack. Looking down at his shaking hands, eyes filling with tears as he saw they were still covered with Snape’s blood.

I have to see him

Knowing that he was walking to say goodbye to Snape’s dead body. Sneaking away when Ron wasn’t looking, his body drawn to this place. Heart pounding in his ears, reaching to open the door with trepidation. Feelings full of confusion, part of him not understanding the need he felt, the other part frightened to voice what he knew in his heart.

You wanted him

I wanted him

Hand coming to his mouth to hold the terrified whimper inside, despairing at the realization he had lost someone he thought that he could possible be in love with.

The memories of the rage he felt after Dumbledore’s death, grief at the loss of his Headmaster but the feeling of desolation that Severus could have betrayed him not only the headmaster, outweighed the grief.

The door opened from the inside startling Harry. Standing there was a woman, a scarf around the bottom part of her face obscuring her features, probably there to protect her from the smoke still drifting around from the fires. The smell of her perfume filling his senses, Harry noting bright azure blue eyes and a smear of blood on her cheek.

She reached to grab him as he swayed on his feet, her grip strong.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” Her voice muffled.

“Have to see him, need to say..,” Harry started to cry, sobs filled with anguish, “Let me see him.”

Sad blue eyes looked at him, she shook her head. Her grip becoming a hug as she pulled him into her arms.

“Its too late, he’s gone,” Harry noticed the nervous quality in her voice, her eyes flitting to the room behind her, “They’ve already moved the body.” Her voice trembled with emotion, Harry assumed it was sadness.

Harry eyes flew open, he turned his head to look at her as she approached the bed. A thought clear and sure in his mind.

Her voice wasn’t trembling with sadness, it was trembling because she was lying.

Distracted from his thoughts by a lick from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck but knowing that he and Vivienne would be having a long chat later. A small moan escaping, face flaming with embarrassment as Vivienne positioned herself at the end of the bed. Her blue eyes shining with excitement.

“Strip.” the man barked out, nipping the nape of Harry’s neck. Heart freezing for a moment at the thought of her being naked.

Does he want her?

The thought took his breath away with fear and anger. He struggled to pull away from him, strong hands pinning him down. A melodic voice in his ear.

“I have to be naked for the ritual.” Vivienne whispered in reassuring tones, the man realizing why Harry had reacted that way began to laugh. The vibration running through Harry’s body made him rut into the mattress, the rubber becoming slick under his needy cock. The sound of cloth hitting the floor made Harry open his squeezed shut eyes. The vision of a naked Vivienne momentarily taking his breath away, body perfection in the torch light. She stood without a hint of embarrassment, her eyes fixed on the man behind him.

“Glamour’s again?” the man huffed with a gruff sound.

Vivienne shrugged her shoulders, lifting her wand. Harry felt the magic run through the room, the glamour she had in place fell away.

“Ministry officials tend to be upset with body art.”

Harry gasped as the large dragon tattoo was revealed, running across her back and most of her left hip. Its head nestled just under her right breast, its spiked tail twisted around the top of her left thigh. The red scales shining, the torch lights reflecting off the gold spikes around its face, its nostrils flaring. Harry stared in awe at the piece of artwork, the memory of the tri-wizard tournament flashing in his mind’s eye.

A Chinese fireball!

Shocked as he realized the significance of the dragon on the man’s hip.

The dragon that I fought

Heart fluttering at the thought that the man had inked his body with a piece of his history, eyes subconsciously drawn to the thick black leather cuff the man wore on his right wrist. Harry could see the edge of another tattoo but the rest was obscured, racking his memories to see if he had ever been without it. Realizing that he had always worn it, Harry had the feeling that it was somehow important.

Vivienne knelt down, eye to eye with Harry, gracing him with a sunny smile. She reached out to touch his arms, holding them in a sure grip. Confused for a moment, the man’s tongue lapped at his neck one more time before pulling away, his voice filled with power.

“This ritual will mark you as mine, do you understand?”

Harry looked into Vivienne’s eyes, seeing encouragement in her blue stare.

“Yes, I understand.” a rough nip at his neck, the man spoke in low tones.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand, master.” Harry sighed at the relief of finally saying the word out loud. The man kissed his neck, fingers ran lightly through Harry’s hair, turning his head so their lips could meet. The kiss full of desire, tongues lapped noisily. Harry moving to follow the kiss as the man pulled away. He jumped up from the bed, walking towards the table from earlier.

“Harry?” Vivienne’s voice broke through the thoughts running in Harry’s head.

“This ritual can be painful,” she stroked a lock of hair from Harry’s eyes, the gesture tender with no hint of sexual undertones, “do you understand?”

There’s no attraction between us

She feels like a sister to me.

The smile he gave her lit up her face as he nodded his understanding. Pulse beginning to race at the prospect of pain, nerves tingling with anticipation but no fear. Trusting his master not to hurt him unnecessarily. Fingers ran down his back, slick wetness decorating where they touched with some type of oil.

Or potion?

Breath against Harry’s ear made his heart pound, his cock sliding through the small pool of fluid that had gathered underneath his dripping shaft. Tip of a hot tongue traced around the shell of his ear, Harry giggled, the sensation tickling.

“Picture the mark that you want,” the man’s lips brushing his neck as he spoke, “The potion adds to the intensity of the ritual, relax.”

Harry felt confused for a moment not understanding about the effects of the potion, feeling no different than before. A warm breeze caressed his skin, the nerve endings exploding at the light touch. He moaned, the rubber against his skin feeling like silk on his body. The smell of the man being absorbed into him, filling his mind. Colours vivid in the room, the feel of Vivienne's fingers on his arm, feeling the life pulse through the tips.

The air filling his lungs lighting up his whole body, the potion running through his veins making everything clear. Harry moaned, closing his eyes at the warm weight of the man as he lay across him. Harry felt like he could feel the man’s heart beating, his own joining his tempo. Theirs hearts beating together, low murmured words seeming to drift across his fevered skin as if the words were making love to him.

“Pass me the knife.” The man’s rich voice filtered through to Harry’s jumbled mind. He tensed, the man trailing little kisses along his spine, the skin tingling where his warm lips touched. Frantic eyes looked at Vivienne’s serene ones, she squeezed his arm, the touch soothing.

The sharp sting of the knife slicing along the bottom of his spine made him scream, the pain intense. Warmth radiating from the nick, wet dribbles running down his hip.

I’m bleeding

The thought fuzzy in his overloaded mind, gasping as he felt a lap at the base of his back, tongue running over the cut. Soothing licks followed by firm laps. The man moved swiftly, blanketing Harry’s body with his own. The pressure against the cut making Harry moan, his moans cut off with a mouth covering his, bloody lips and tongue devouring him.

Vivienne spoke in her melodic tones, the Latin words reverberating around the dungeon.

“Sanguis fluit ab obsequiis.” the magic quivering over Harry’s and the man’s body. Grinding into the mattress as he felt the man’s need pressing against him. The cock firm and hot along Harry’s skin.

“Sanguine gratis datus a domino suo.” Harry winced as the man lifted the knife to his own arm, slicing, the blood welling immediately. The sensation of hot running blood flowing on to his skin made Harry whimper. Rivulets fell over his back, mixing with his own. The base of his spine burning, the flesh seemed to be on fire.

“Sanguinem una, cor Unum.” the trembling and awe in her voice, made Harry open his eyes. Colours were everywhere, gold, red and green drifting over their skin. The burning stopping, changing into an intense tingling. His body strumming with excitement, he leaned up and lapped at the still bleeding cut. His master moaning loudly as Harry sucked at the hot blood, his lips becoming stained, tongue chasing the lines running down his arm.

“Yes.” one breathy word from the man. Harry stopped, lifting his eyes to him, the look passing between the two filled with craving. The fingers holding him retreated, Vivienne gathering her clothes. Viewing her with glazed eyes, Harry smiled at her as she left the room.

Dark eyes fixed on him as he ran a finger across Harry’s back, swirling through the blood that painted his body. Harry relaxed into the feel of him drawing what felt like symbols on his skin. The finger followed by an agile tongue, dipping and swirling. The potion still in effect, the feel of his mouth against his skin making Harry fuck himself into the mattress. Balls tight and aching, the need to come building rapidly. A hot cock rubbing along his hip showing Harry that the man felt the same way.

“Please, please fuck me!” Harry no longer embarrassed with the pleading in his voice.

Desperate for the man to be inside him, he tilted his hips, exposing his twitching entrance. Screaming when three fingers thrust deep inside him, thankful that he was still loose from the dildo earlier. The man’s heavy breathing hot against Harry’s ear, the fingers curled seeking out that little spot. Rubbing along it roughly, Harry thrust himself forward, his cock pushing into the bed.

“Not yet.. Patience.”

The fingers became four, Harry keening at the stretched feeling. The man kissed down his back, tongue teasing as it edged closer to Harry’s entrance. Harry threw his head back to shout his pleasure as a sure tongue lapped around the fingers, sliding alongside them as they mapped the smooth tunnel.

The man lapped one last time and pulled away, moving so he was lying on Harry’s back. His fingers still thrusting deep into Harry. The weight of the man filled Harry with a longing he couldn’t put into words, whimpering at the constant rubbing of his prostate. The fingers withdrew, the blunt head of the man’s cock teasing his entrance. Harry wanted to buck back and impale himself but the weight of the man preventing him from moving. The husky laugh informing Harry that he had done it deliberately, a annoyed huff from Harry transformed into a moan as the man pushed in slightly.

Harry could feel the ring of muscle clenching trying to lure the man inside, biting his lip, the taste of his master’s blood still in his mouth. Fingers grasping his hair gently tilting his head to the side, lips brushed against Harry’s.

“Come.” whispered on his lips.

Harry’s body fell apart, trembling and quivering. His heart stalled, blood stopped pumping. The only sound in the room was a sharp intake of breath followed by a gasp. Harry’s cock spilled over the bed, hot ribbons of come painting the shiny rubber, the pearly white against the black caught Harry’s fascination. Mind shutting down as he clenched around the head of the man’s cock. A low growl in his ear then Harry’s body was flooded with hotness, come spilling inside him and from his twitching hole as the man moaned. Feeling the man’s come filling him made Harry’s balls tighten, spurting one last time weakly onto the bed.

Collapsing forward, body sliding onto wet stickiness, Harry sighed. The man still partially embedded him, pulled the dripping tip of his cock from him. Lying on the bed next to Harry, breathing as heavily as him.

“Would you like to see your mark?” The man asked, voice still shaky from his release.

“Yes” Harry nodded, sleepily. His body relaxed and sated. The man laughed at his dreamy response, flicking his wrist to conjure a mirror. The gasp from Harry so loud in the silent dungeon.

“Don’t you like it?” Harry nodded and looked at it again, his heart racing at the vision of the tattoo now adorning the base of his back.

A red lion and green snake entwined lovingly around each other.

Latin Translations - Sanguis fluit as obsequiis - blood flows from a submissive.

Sanguine gratis datus a domino suo - blood given freely by his master.

Sanguinem una, cor Unum - blood together, hearts as one.

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