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Altered Minds COMPLETE	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31796 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Do you think you could remove yourself from Lucius?” Severus’ voice sneered and Harry felt an insane giggle bubbling under the surface, trying to keep his face straight as he slowly disengaged himself from the flushed blond. An embarrassingly slick popping noise echoed in the bedchamber, Harry refused to balk at the sound and lifted defiant, smiling eyes to stare at the black gaze of the former potion master.

“You little shit!” Severus’ rich voice deep with barely contained anger, Harry squared his shoulders prepared to fight the man, even naked if he had to. Lucius’ annoyed tone cut through the atmosphere, Severus lowered his head at the words.

“Severus.. enough, we offered to help Harry so grow up!” he turned his cool grey eyes to include Harry in the berating, Harry felt his face scowl and the blond narrowed his eyes, “You too.”

Lucius calmly climbed from the bed, unconcerned with his state of undress and nonchalantly picked up his clothes, Harry found his cock responding once more to the blonds’ muscled flesh. Lifting his mesmerised green eyes briefly to take in the trademark Snape sneer that was practically glowing with rage as it focused on him. Feeling cheeky, Harry merely shrugged his shoulders in ‘so what are you going to do about it?’ way, the dark eyes narrowed even further and instead of having the desired effect on Harry they had another, Harry blushed as his cock hardened under the angered stare.

No! I will not be turned on by that utter bastard!

His cock appeared to have none of the emotional baggage that it’s owner carried and continued to perk up at the sight of the furious potion master. Cool, narrowed black eyes took in the vision and turned away with disgust, muttering about horny bloody teenagers and swept grandly from the bedchamber. For Harry, the sweeping of those black robes broke the spell, every uttered put down and snide comment flashed through his mind. Berating himself, he shook his head for even entertaining the notion of being attracted to the prick. Lifting his gaze to take in the amused and knowing stare of the cool blond. Harry hitched an eyebrow challenging Lucius to dare make a comment, he merely smiled and followed after Severus.

“We’re waiting Potter.” Severus’ voice called to him and Harry felt himself shiver under the tones. A tingle of perverse pleasure crawling up his spine at the rich baritone voice, his mind draw to a memory that he had long repressed.

Flashback

The potion classroom was deserted, Harry leaned against Snape’s desk and waited for Ginny to join him. Heart beginning to pound at the possibility of getting further with her than the rushed kisses that they had enjoyed so far. Trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind that kept insisting that he wasn’t enjoying the kisses much anyway. A brown owl flew into the room, dropping a letter at Harry’s feet before hooting and flying off. Opening it, Harry wasn’t surprised to find Ginny’s neat handwriting.

Harry,

Stuck with lots of homework and can’t get away from the library at the moment. Sorry honey, I’ll make it up to you xxxxxx

Love you lots and lots

Hugs and kisses

Gin

Xx

Sighing with disappointment though his heart really wasn’t in it, Harry sat back on the desk, kicking his legs back and forth as he pondered what to do with himself. Taking a deep breath as he thought, his nostrils were filled with the tantalising aroma of sandalwood and bergamot. The scent seemed to take on a life of its own as it drifted over his body, his senses awakening as he inhaled the smell. Jumping down from the desk to trace to source of the aroma, the scent becoming stronger as he approached Snape’s seat. Heart pounding and pulse racing as Harry realised that he was following the scent of the potion master.

Halting in his steps and pausing, part of his body shouting at him in disgust at finding anything nice about the dour man but another secret, hidden part of him felt like scooping up the smell to bathe in it. Unconsciously, Harry ran his hand down his chest, the nipple hardening under the tip of his questing fingers. His sleeping cock awakening and filling rapidly while he breathed in the essence of the man he had come to hate. A sick and perverse idea formed in Harry’s mind, shocking himself Harry tried desperately to dislodge the plan from his head. The idea taking root, Harry’s heart thudding at the prospect of indulging the twisted thought. Palming his cock through his robes, the shaft twitching under his fingertips. Before he lost his nerve Harry surrendered to the thoughts in his head and lifted his robe to unzip his trousers. Moaning loudly at the first caress of the cool classroom air on his heated length, clamping his lips together and holding his breath, listening for any signs of being observed.

“Fuck.” he whispered, his fingers taking on a life of their own and wrapping around the smooth warm skin of his cock. The pulse beating beneath the skin and through his fingertips, the tip wet with pre-come at the excitement of the situation. Gathering the sticky essence from the slit, Harry nervously brought the finger to his lips, biting his full bottom lip and peeping his tongue out to taste. Bitter, salty pre-come coating his tongue and teasing his taste buds. Surprised at not being revolted by the experience, he sucked his finger into his mouth to get more of the flavour. One finger followed by two, swirling the digit around in his hot, wet mouth and sucking at the tips, part of his mind picturing something else in his mouth. Refusing to acknowledge the dark fantasies that waited on the periphery of his mind, Harry removed his spit covered fingers and wrapped them back around his twitching member.

“Oh.” the shaky quality of his voice stunning him and making him realise that he was incredibly turned on by what was happening. Gearing himself up to take the next step, pulse thundering through his veins as he sat in Snape’s chair. The cool leather almost feeling damp against his hot skin, wiggling from side to side, the smooth material rubbing sensually alongside the underneath of his balls as they rested on the seat. His strokes faltered for a moment, the seriousness of the situation made his breathe stick in his chest. Knowing the punishment and humiliation of he was caught in his current position would be severe. The idea made his cock spit with excitement , mouth dry and heart pounding as he began to speed up his strokes. The friction not quite right, Harry pulled away to lick his palm, the bitter taste exploding on his tongue again and making him groan.

“Guh.” losing all coherent thought and speech as his hand flew back and forth over his rampant shaft. His eyes fluttered shut, the picture that appeared in his head stunning and shocking him to the core. A angry potion master standing over him, cane in one hand and a large erection in the other. Harry naked and bent over the desk, arse a vibrant shade of red with the welts from the cane. Moans spilled from Harry’s lips and echoed in his head, providing a soundtrack for his fantasy. The cane lashed down once more, Harry screamed and bucked off the chair with the imaged pain, a bloody welt gracing his smooth cheeks. The potion master smiling and reached down to caress the marks with an almost tender gesture, the evil smirk belying any gentle feelings.

“Ready to come for me, Mr Potter?” those seven purred words made Harry open his eyes and erupt forcefully over Snape’s desk. Ribbons of pearly white come spilled over the varnished table and dripped onto the green leather chair, coating Harry’s hand. The scent of the potion master still lingered in Harry’s nostrils and with a heartfelt sigh, he banished the mess away.

End of Flashback

“Are you coming or not, my time is precious Mr Potter!” Severus’ challenging tone made Harry frown, throwing on a pair of jeans and tee shirt.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Harry called down, muttering under his breath, “Great fucking bat.” grabbing his trainers as he walked down the stairs to find the two men in his sitting room. Severus sitting comfortably in front of the fire like he owned the place, Lucius looking at tapestry that graced the wall with the Black ancestors on it, a interested look on his face.

“Have you never seen it before?” Harry enquired.

Lucius seemed surprised at being asked a question and a slight blush coloured his cheeks at being caught daydreaming for a brief moment. Harry found himself unable to resist smiling warmly at the man, his heart racing at the image of being inside that popped into his head.

Oh, I just had sex with a man!

I cheated on Ginny with Lucius Malfoy!

His heart began to pound and he couldn’t get his breath, a look of horror spreading across Lucius’ face as Harry began to hyperventilate. Rushing to his side immediately, encouraging Harry to sit before he fell down, his frantic eyes focused on Severus, who calmly sat watching the scene with amused eyes.

“Help me!” Lucius shouted, Severus scowled but got out of the chair, reaching in his pocket to pull out a vial of smoky blue liquid. Instinct crying out for him to refuse anything offered to him by the man, Harry struggled against Lucius as they tipped the contents into his gasping mouth.

“Shhh, relax Harry.” Lucius’ soft voice assured him, stroking along his arm. Harry concentrated on the warm touch from the smooth hand, the fingertips sending little shockwaves though his skin.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, he’s having a panic attack, stop mothering him!”

Lucius whirled round to look at the sneering man, Harry wished he could see the expression on the gorgeous blonds’ face. Severus took an involuntary step back and Harry took a strange delight in the knowledge that Lucius was pissed off at the man. Obsidian eyes glared into his watering eyes, the intent in them clear and Harry had no intention of staying away from Lucius. Blackness crept along the edges of his sight, his lungs still struggling to fill themselves, Harry allowed his body to succumb to the darkness.

The perfect’s bathroom was steamy and warm, the splashing of water alerting Harry to someone bathing. Standing by the slightly open door, the cool corridor had become misty with the escaping steam. Stunned when he realised that he was not alone, Severus stood just by the doorway.

Fucking pervert, he’s spying on one of his students.

The theory confirmed when the potion master reached down to rub his hard cock through his trouser, a small whimper emerging from the normally stoic man’s mouth. Harry, unable to resist found his eyes drawn to the thick erection that was straining the man’s trousers, licking his lips and then biting them with disgust at himself for finding the man even remotely sexy. The heady scent of arousal filled the air as Severus freed his dripping shaft from the tight confines, the tip already wet with excitement, black eyes completely focused on the bathing student. Strong potion stained fingers wrapped around the magnificent length and slowly, with a teasing stroke moved back and forth. The man teasing himself, his lips parted and shiny as he licked them, Harry moved closed. Disappointed when he could not see past the man, his body blocking the doorway. The splashing of the water becoming louder the closer he got and he could smell jasmine drifting from the bath. Harry took a deep breath of his favourite scent, Severus let out a low moan and his teasing strokes seemed to come to an end.

“Yes, touch yourself,” Severus muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with fire, the bathing student obviously touching themselves, unaware they were being observed, “Oh yes, that’s it..more..fuck.” Severus grunted.

A answering moan slipped from Harry’s mouth at the desire in the words falling from the dark eyed man’s lips. Severus reached up to grab the doorframe with his other hand, the strain evident in the whitening of his knuckles as he squeezed the wood.

“Fuck, fuck, yes.. that’s its..play with your cock,” Harry wasn’t surprised that he was watching a male student, his own cock ached for attention, “Oh come, come on, fuck..come on yourself.” the last part was the catalyst for the potion master, a small whimper emerged from the bathroom. The unknown participant in this perverted show and tell, reaching their own completion at the same time as the moaning man.

Harry felt himself watching eagerly as white strings of come spurted from Severus’ cock., painting the wall and his hand as he milked his orgasm. The low moans spilling from his lips were almost addictive, Harry almost longed to be the one causing them. Severus stepped back and nearly stumbled the force of his release making him shaky and disoriented.

Harry shivered, a strange feeling running up his spine and he suddenly felt the need to turn and see if he could get a glimpse of Severus’ obsession. The scent of jasmine assaulted his senses again and he barely contained the shocked yell that threatened to fall from his stunned mouth. Lying back in the hot bubble bath, a sated look on his face and his own emissions mixing with the jasmine scented oil was himself.

Oh fuck that’s me!
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