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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Harry bit into his mate's neck, tasting the sweetness of his blood, feeling it heat him from the inside as it slid down his throat. He sipped at the wound leisurely for long moments before pulling away and closing the wound with a single swipe of his tongue. He pulled away from the slim column to stare into his mate's fathomless eyes.

Hazy onyx stared back at him, dazed from the feeding, but rallying quickly.

Harry called up his incubus thrall, overlaying it atop the vampire thrall he had been using as part of his feeding, and let loose, watching as his mate succumbed, slipping under his sway.

“Don’t worry, Severus.” He whispered, brushing his lips over the man's parted lips. “I promise you’ll like this.”

He knelt in front of the man, unbuttoning his robes and undoing his trousers, working them down just enough to free his cock as the man sat in stillness, eyes focused on Harry's as the teen kept his eyes trained on him to keep the man under his spell.

“And it won’t go too far until you’re lucid and want it, too.” He added. He took Severus into his mouth and finally let his eyes slide closed, counting on the pleasure Severus would be feeling to stay the man's hand and allow Harry to finish what he'd begun.

He heard Severus’ breathing hitch, the first sound the man had made since slipping under Harry's thrall, and hands suddenly slid into his hair, fisting cruelly.

Harry hummed, enjoying the rough treatment, knowing that it was proof that his thrall was wearing off.

Severus began fucking Harry's mouth, and Harry sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the cock pistoning into him as best he could.

He darted his glance upward, met Severus’ eyes boldly, and swallowed just as the man thrust deep, and Severus was lost. He growled as he came, holding Harry in place, denying him the taste of his release. Harry would be lying if he said that didn’t sting, but there would be other encounters in the future, he knew.

Severus pulled him off his cock and glared at him.

Harry grinned smugly. “You could have stopped it, you know. You were only under my thrall for the beginning. By the time you started fucking my face, it was all under your control. I enjoyed it, of course, but don’t lie and say you didn’t. I know you did.”

“Get out, and I'd better not see your face for another week, you little shit. I’ll have a proper punishment planned for this by then.” Severus hissed, pushing him away.

Harry grinned. “I look forward to it, Professor.” Harry purred as he stood to leave, then heard a beeping sound start up next to his ear.

He groaned as his wand continued to beep and buzz, rousing him from a dream he wouldn’t have minded staying in. “Damn.” He muttered, grabbing his wand and turning off the alarm.

He thought about the dream as he showered and dressed, wondering if he could really get away with being the aggressor. How far could he push before Severus Snape snapped and took back control? He paused, halfway through brushing his teeth when the thought occurred: What if he didn’t?

What if Severus Snape was a bottom?

Of course, he knew now that the thought had occurred to him, it would consume his thoughts until he found out.

He finished brushing his teeth on autopilot, going through the practiced motions while his mind was miles away.

He did spare a thought for the fact that Snape could very well be straight, but he quickly dismissed that theory, believing that magic would not make the man his mate if they were not compatible in the bedroom.

And Harry was fairly certain he'd like both positions, so his mates could be any combination of top or bottom, or even switches like Harry himself was.

Harry decided he was going to thoroughly enjoy finding out where his mates fell on the spectrum, just as soon as he discovered who they were.

He finished his morning ablutions and headed downstairs to meet everyone else. He took his usual seat at the table and smiled at Hermione and Ron. “So, how did you two sleep?” He asked teasingly.

Hermione flushed lightly, but answered primly, “Very well, thank you. Yourself?”

Harry chuckled. “I had a wonderful dream. It's brightened my mood considerably.” He said happily.

“Yes, I can tell.” Ginny said from his other side. “Details?”

Harry choked. “No, Ginny, I think not. Besides, it was about Snape.” He said in an undertone.

Ginny thought it over, then made a face. “Yeah, no, never mind.” She muttered.

Harry turned back to Hermione, and whispered, “What do you think: top or bottom?”

Hermione frowned. “Who, Professor Snape?” She shrugged. “I don’t really know. He seems the type to take control, but there are some people that say that those types of people actually prefer to cede control in the bedroom. But we shouldn’t even be speculating about that. He's a teacher!” She finished in a hiss.

Harry snorted. “He's my mate.” He pointed out, still whispering.

Hermione hummed thoughtfully. “You do have a point there.” She conceded softly, not quite a whisper.

“So I’m going to find out eventually, one way or another.” He said, speaking normally now.

“Find out what?” A sinfully rich voice drawled right next to his ear.

Harry flushed and turned his head to meet the eyes of the man in question. “Nothing, Sir.” He said quickly.

Severus hummed and straightened. “After you finish breakfast, you are to report to the green parlour for Occlumency.” He told the teen.

“Oh, so we're starting that already, are we?” Harry asked in distaste.

“The sooner the better, Potter.” Severus told him. “So, yes, we're starting that already.”

“Fine.” Harry said. “I'll be there.” He promised.

*****

Harry pushed open the door to the green parlour and entered, seeing Severus standing in front of the window.

“Have you cast a sun block charm over yourself yet?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “Not yet, Sir.”

Severus waved his wand and Harry felt the charm settle over him, protecting him from the sunlight he was still sensitive to, even with the potion. “Get used to keeping it on, Potter. It should be the first thing you cast each morning, and you need to re-cast one every four hours, lest you get a rather nasty sunburn fairly quickly.” He explained.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Now, have you read any of the book Albus assigned you?” Severus questioned.

“I skimmed the first chapter, but I didn’t know we were starting so soon, so I wasn’t truly paying much attention to it.” Harry admitted.

Severus sighed. “Why am I not surprised? It's as if your life's purpose is to make my life difficult and endanger your friends. You’ve even managed to do both at the same time, which really is remarkable.” He added.

Harry flushed. “It's not my fault I’ve a madman after me.” He defended himself.

“I never said it was, just that you live to plague me.” Severus said mildly. “At any rate, we should begin. Are you ready?”

Harry widened his stance and nodded. “Yeah. Do it.”

Severus raised his wand and cast, and Harry was back in his cupboard while the Dursleys celebrated Christmas without him. The scene shifted, and he was facing down Lucius again, broken glass and potions raining down on him. Another shift, and he was watching Sirius fall through the veil. “No!” He shouted, overwrought by grief he still hadn’t worked through, and something inside him rose up, and the spell got sucked into him, its hold broken as he unintentionally absorbed it.

Severus hummed. “Well, that was a strange outcome, but we can work with that. The feeling you had when you sucked in my spell is what we're trying to avoid. If you feel it about to come out again, push it back. Do whatever you must to avoid it, but don’t let it happen again.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded. “I'll try.” He said.

Severus cast again, and Harry was in the chamber of secrets battling the blinded basilisk. He felt Severus dig deeper, and the incubus was pulled to the surface. Harry felt his thrall take over, the vampire thrall joining it, and he saw Severus’ grip on his wand slacken as he was overcome with the desire to do whatever Harry wanted.

Harry wavered for a moment, uncertainly, debating whether or not what he was considering doing was a wise idea or not.

He wanted to go up to Severus and steal a kiss. Just one would be enough to ease the doubts the vampire was having about his mate's acceptance of him. It still felt a bit of pain at what it had taken as rejection, and a single kiss would soothe the vampire, proving that its mate was coming around, albeit slowly.

But it could also easily arouse Severus’ ire.

Harry knew the man had studied all he could find on vampires, since he'd had his eye on the DADA course for so long, and it covered vampires, as well as all other creatures in existence.

Which meant he knew that one kiss would make the vampire even more fervent in his pursuit of the man and his affections.

Harry decided that he didn’t care if Severus got angry about it. His vampire wanted it, the man was under his thrall, and the vampire was screaming at him to take a bite, so, really, he was showing great restraint already in not doing so.

He walked up to the man, not once breaking eye contact, and rose up on tiptoe. “Forgive me, but I need this.” He whispered, then pressed his lips to the man's.

Warmth spread through him and his vampire thrilled at the feel of the man's lips against his. Harry couldn’t suppress the small whimper that bubbled up through his throat and out his nose as his eyes slipped closed.

Severus seemed to come back to himself a bit as soon as Harry's eyes closed, breaking his thrall, and he gasped a bit in shock.

The small action opened his mouth a bit, and Harry pressed his tongue forward, slipping it through the small opening, thanking whatever deity was listening when Severus didn’t bite the intruding tongue clean off. Instead, he stayed completely still, not participating in the kiss, but not breaking it, either. Harry felt something slot into place and felt the vampire rejoice as it finally fully recognized its mate. Severus' hands rose to rest on Harry's hips, and he carefully broke the kiss, taking in a deep breath as he studied Harry's face with a completely blank expression.

Harry flushed as the man assessed him, and was about to apologize when Severus asked, “Was it worth it?” His voice was calm.

Harry took a deep breath and gave the man a single nod. “It was. I’m sorry for the way I did it, stealing a kiss like that, but I can’t apologize for kissing you, because I don’t regret actually doing it. My vampire needed it, Sir. I didn’t realize until I got it just how much it was needed, but I knew what it wanted, and now that I’ve gotten a kiss, I can wait for the next until you're ready.” He said.

Severus' eyes narrowed. “But there will be a next?”

Harry smiled brightly. “Oh, yes, Sir. There will be many more to follow. I can be very tenacious.”

“Get out of my sight, you insufferable wretch.” Severus said wearily.

Harry shot him a saucy smirk and left the room in high spirits.
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