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VII.
All Night Vigil

"As often and as
thoroughly as you're willing to take it," Harry said. Snape's
forcibly repressed libido sprung to life almost instantly. He'd
never imagined anyone would ever say something like that to him. He
was still half-convinced this was some prank and that Harry was going
to have a good laugh at him when it was over, but he couldn't ignore
the bulge the boy was pressing against him either. If Harry happened
to have some misplaced infatuation with him and wanted a quick romp
to get it out of his system, could Snape really afford to turn it
down? He was blatantly affected by Harry. A little voice in the
back of his mind told him that James must be rolling in his grave,
and there was a distant hint of satisfaction in that too--but that
was just icing. The cake was this handsome boy trying to seduce him.
It was so terribly wrong...and yet, far too right for words to
explain.

His mind was still
tracing over all the details, the numerous possibilities, when he
found himself being shoved back onto the bed. He couldn't quite
remember telling his feet to move from their rooted spot, and he was
annoyed that he wasn't as angry anymore as he should be as Harry's
hands ran over his shoulders and chest.

Harry. Good gods, the
boy looked lascivious standing over him like that. And his naturally
messy hair made it look almost as if he'd already been bedded once or
twice. Snape couldn't stop himself from reaching a hand up to rake
through the tangled locks.

Harry sighed softly,
tilting his head into the touch, then capturing the hand to plant
little licks and nips along the palm and...Merlin!...the
fingers too. He sucked playfully on the tip of Snape's middle
finger. He couldn't help wanting to play with the man when he was
looking so sensual, yet so very lost at the same time. He wanted to
take his time, force Snape to understand he wasn't just looking for a
quick fuck. On the other hand, he didn't know how long he could
prolong things--he just had to have him. Patience was not
high on his list of virtues.

Harry relented, letting
the finger go with a soft pop and began working industriously on
Severus's robes. He frowned a bit. Too many damn buttons. As if
layers and layers of robes could really protect the man from the
entire world and letting it affect him. But no, that wasn't right.
Snape was, perhaps, more easily affected than most. He'd just
learned to hide it well. Well, he wasn't hiding much now.
"Severus," Harry exhaled the name against the potions
master's lips, pressing a tender kiss there. Soft, he told himself.
Gentle, but lingering. He wanted to crush their lips together
madly--it took every bit of restraint he had to control himself.
He'd regret it if they moved too quickly and the older man got the
wrong idea. He had to use his time wisely, somehow use his body to
convince him.

On the other hand, he
just couldn't resist the desire to get his hands, mouth, and anything
else he could against some of Snape's luminous skin. He pushed the
robes off of his shoulders and sat back to stare. The dusky nipples
on Snape's chest had already begun to tighten quite sensually.
Harry's breath quickened as his eyes roved over Snape's torso, his
fingers padding behind the path of his gaze.

Snape pulled Harry into
a heated kiss. Resistance was futile; he was certain of that now.
And to be frank, he couldn't bear for the boy to stare at him with
such desire for a moment longer. He kissed Harry deeply, sliding his
tongue between the boy's teeth. Harry seemed more than willing to
allow him the entry that he had earlier denied the younger man,
tongue moving to meet his own.

Severus had lost
control. The thought had always terrified him, but now he could
barely bring himself to care. He'd long since known that controlling
Harry Potter would be like trying to rope the wind. His defeat had
probably been imminent since the first embrace. Snape's hand slid up
along Harry's thigh, and the boy took the cue to straddle his hips.

They broke apart,
panting roughly, when their engorged members met through the bunched
robes about their waists. Harry shoved Severus back fully against
the mattress, dropping his glasses unceremoniously on the nightstand
before leaning forward to hover over the man he soon hoped to call
his lover. He was startled when Severus, obviously growing
impatient, gripped his hips softly and rocked upwards, causing their
members to rub together through layers of cloth. So surprised, in
fact, that he moaned quite loudly in reply and rocked back in eager
consent. "Nngh. Sev..."

He hadn't noticed
shortening the man's name, but Snape had noticed it. It sent a jolt
of electricity up his spine and his hips rocked more firmly against
Harry than before. They were becoming sloppier with their motions,
more fevered, and when Harry dragged his nails lightly over one of
Severus's nipples, the man rasped harshly, shuddered, and barely
managed to force the boy back at arms length.

Harry looked confused
at being forced away. He thought they'd already determined what was
going to happen, and if Snape was stopping them now, he was going to
be pissed.

Snape eyed the younger
man, the way he panted with lust, the dilation of his pupils, and
swallowed before he managed to force his usual commanding tone. "Mr.
Potter," he said, and internally joyed as Harry frowned at him
for it. "I believe," he paused, let Harry start to wonder
what he was saying, and found slight amusement in this, "...that
you are wearing entirely too much clothing for this to continue."
Message delivered, Harry laughed huskily and Snape allowed himself a
small smirk.

Harry didn't need to be
told twice. He made quick work of the buttons of his robes and
discarded them off to the side. He didn't wait for any word from
Snape before his shirt followed. More damned buttons. It took him a
bit longer than he would have liked, and the irritated expression was
cute enough that Severus let him struggle.

Snape couldn't help but
stare at the way Harry's member pressed insistently against the front
of his pants. He watched Harry fumble with the button, not out of
nervousness, no, Harry was practically quivering with pent up desire.
He tried to rush the button of his trousers and kept missing it.
Severus couldn't resist that bulge. He pressed his palm against it,
rubbed.

Harry let out a silent
cry and rocked against it eagerly. "Se--sev--eh...ooh..."

"Hopeless boy,"
Severus said. "Can't even unfasten your own pants without help.
This is the same reason your potions grades suffer. Your
concentration is abominable."

Harry panted, barely
managing to control himself, but still rocking dully against Snape's
hand. He was going to go slow. He was. Damn it, slow was
so...so...ugh...slow, damn it! There was a part of his libido
raging, telling him he wanted to rut madly with the older man and he
wanted it now. But no. No. There were so many other things he
wanted to do before that. He had to force himself to be patient.

"The only thing I
want to concentrate on right now," Harry rasped. "Is
getting these damn pants off, and making sure yours follow suit."

Snape actually chuckled
softly at him and said, "Oh fine. I'll assist you then."
He reached his free hand up and made quick work of the button,
sliding the zipper down, and his long fingers found their way inside
the fly. Harry moaned and shook. Snape was no fool. He may be well
out of practice, but the boy needed release and he needed it quickly.

"Ah, st-stop.
Don't..." Harry rasped as the fingers coiled around him through
his underpants and started stroking rigorously. "I'll...oooh..."

"Cum in your
pants, I imagine," Snape said bemusedly, glad to have some
measure of control back for the moment, though he knew he'd probably
relinquish it again soon enough. "Go ahead." His thumb
brushed the moist cloth roughly over Harry's member. "Young men
are supposed to have impressive stamina, aren't they? Or is one
orgasm all you're good for?"

The taunting words
rolled over Harry with just as much force as the pleasure Snape was
giving his strained cock. "N-no! I..!" But he wasn't able
to get further words out to defend himself. He didn't manage to tell
Snape he could go all night, if he wanted. He was too busy moaning
unintelligibly as he shot his hot seed all over the inside of his
shorts.

"My, my. Messy,
aren't you?" Severus quipped once he could tell Harry's mind
seemed to be returning to the present. "Get those off, before
you stain my robes." He made his best annoyed, impatient
gesture.

Harry rewarded him with
a goofy grin, appreciating the tease for what it was. He scrambled
awkwardly to his feet, almost lost his balance ridding himself of the
rest of his clothing. Snape sat up to watch. Wet seed clung
enticingly to Harry's genitalia. It made his own groin twitch
eagerly.

But Harry came back to
himself quickly, and dropped to his knees in front of Severus. His
hands came to the man's waistline and he made quick work of his fly,
pulling out the large, engorged member. He stared at it wantonly.
"Note to self," Harry breathed hotly against the strained
flesh. "Reality is always better." The problem with the
pensieve is that it relies on a person's memories. And Snape
obviously underestimated himself. Harry had thought, when he'd
watched Snape masturbate in his memories, that Snape's cock was the
largest, most desirable thing he'd ever seen in his life...but that
had only been a shadow of the heated flesh in front of his face now.
It was larger. Thicker. The scent was enough to get drunk on.

Snape opened his mouth
to speak, but whatever words were on his tongue were strangled out
with a loud moan as Harry leaned eagerly forward and licked a line up
his shaft. Harry shuddered between his knees, both hands already
wrapping around the older man's flesh. "Harry," he rasped.
No, Merlin, please! If Harry was going to use his mouth Snape knew
he wouldn't last long.

"Mmn..."
Harry licked the shaft again, swirled his tongue around the pulsing
head. Closed his lips over it and sucked.

"Ah! Fuck. Harry.
Stop that...nngh..."

Harry pulled back a
moment, both hands still wrapped lightly around the member, but still
leaving plenty of it to spare. "No," Harry answered
frankly. "After seeing you in the pensieve...you have no
idea how badly I wanted to wrap my mouth around you." he
rubbed the member eagerly, one hand on Snape's shaft, the other
rolling his balls. Snape's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his
head. "I never imagined a cock this gorgeous could possibly
exist. I'm going to devour it."

He closed his mouth
around the head again and started sucking his way down the shaft. He
didn't think he'd be able to take it all down his throat, but he'd be
damned if he wasn't going to try. Severus bit his lip, trying to
restrain himself as Harry serviced him, but it was no easy task.
Harry seemed to be rather enjoying himself, licking, sucking, nipping
and stroking, trying to take more and more of his flesh down his
throat--and making rather impressive progress. He moaned around the
flesh, so deep in his mouth Snape couldn't believe he wasn't gagging
and choking on it. "Harry...ungh...th-that's enough
already....aaah."

Harry smirked at him
around the thick member. He slid slowly back to lathe affection with
the tongue only on the head, nibbled and licked his way up and down
the strained shaft again, and waited until it looked like Severus
finally expected some reprieve before beginning to swallow it again.
He was obsessed with the idea of taking all of it down his throat.
And he knew he was close. Only another two inches or so and he'd
have it. He didn't want to speak yet. His voice, he was sure, would
tell Severus just how aroused he'd become again just from sucking on
his delightful member. This was what you'd call a fetish, he
supposed--not that he cared what you'd call it as me managed to take
more of the shaft down his relaxed throat. Ah, yes! Yes, Merlin,
there it was, another inch of it sliding in deeper, deeper... the
further he took it down his throat, the more he could imagine how
well it would fill him from the other end when they finally got that
far. "Mmn....ommnnn..." Just a bit more. a little
more...almost... He whimpered a bit as Severus, desperate now to hold
onto some vestige of sanity, tried to pry him off, but swatted the
hands away in annoyance and pressed recklessly forward. His nose
butted against the older man's flesh and they both shuddered in
ecstasy. Harry moaned, burying his nose as deep against the older
man as he could, swirling his tongue.

Severus couldn't bring
himself to speak under the intense heat and pressure. The boy was
moaning around him as if he was the one getting the best blow job of
his life. His fingers pawed eagerly at Severus's hips. And then, as
if he wasn't maddened enough with need, the boy started bobbing his
head.

Once Harry had taken
the whole member once, it was easier to do a second time, still
easier the third. After a few minutes, he could hardly remember what
it had been like to struggle, and delighted in the sensation of it
the head piercing his throat over and over again. He knew it was
odd, really, to be so enamored by the act of sucking cock, but he
couldn't bring himself to care--he liked what he liked, and Severus's
dick was absolutely perfect. And the way the man moaned,
rasped out his name...divine. His own member strained, but he
refused to touch it. He felt like he could earn a second release
just from the pleasure of blowing the older man senseless.

Severus could feel
tears edging his eyes. His whole body was quivering and he couldn't
stop it. He was trying to hold it in, mouthing Harry's name, but no
sound would come out that one could make any sense of. It was too
much, far too much. He'd never felt anything quite like this...and
then, when he dared to look at the boy--which he instantly
regretted--it was to find that Harry looked as if he was feeling just
as much bliss as he was from their current position. He couldn't
restrain himself. He'd tried so diligently, but couldn't hold out
any longer, and with a harsh rasp released his semen down Harry's
eager throat.

Harry felt it and
moaned loudly around the member, swallowing eagerly until he'd
received every last drop. He seemed to be shuddering slightly in
delight. Only then did he lean back, wipe a few dribbles that
escaped away from the side of his mouth, and lick it off of his
fingers. Snape could only watch, astonished and temporarily sated.
"What's the matter?" Harry exhaled, licking his lips
sensually. "Don't tell me an old man like yourself is
only good for one round? I don't believe that for a second. You're
so sensitive." He dragged his fingertips over Snape's spent, but
heated flesh, and nipped at it playfully. It twitched at the
attention and Severus shivered.

"And you're a
tease, Harry Potter," the older man answered blearily.

"Not at all."
Harry climbed back to his feet. His member was strained and
dripping. He'd been ravenous earlier, but now he felt contentedly
erect, like he could bear the arousal for quite a while, though even
the slightest touch would probably make him scream. That was fine.
Severus would probably like to know how easily he could pull screams
of pleasure from his young lover.

Harry leaned over Snape
and started brushing his lips across the man's jaw, throat, and
shoulders as his hands pulled at the remainder of the older man's
clothes. Snape lifted his hips and helped Harry get him out of them
without showing any conscious notice of doing so. Harry smirked down
at him and dragged his fingers across Snape's chest until he found a
nipple, tweaking and twisting the taut bead, causing the man to
shudder with want. "A tease," Harry continued with a
particularly brutal twist that sent Snape arching towards him with a
moan, but not protesting. "...is someone who gets you all
worked up, with no intention of seeing things through to the end."
He pressed Snape back against the mattress, and the older man let
him have his way, relinquishing his ever-precious control to Harry
once again. "I, on the other hand, will be very
disappointed if the night ends before my ass goes numb."

"Harry!"
Severus declared it, embarrassed by the young man's words.

"What?" Harry
smirked. "Don't tell me you hadn't already guessed that's where
this was going. And you say that I'm slow."

"I, that's not..."
Harry silenced the awkward, stumbling words with a kiss and laid
himself down on top of the older man. Now that they'd both felt the
rush or orgasm once, the heat between them had not dimmed, per say,
but had become easier to bear, more comfortable. Harry was quite
content to let their tongues tangle for a while, cupping Severus's
cheeks. Severus seemed to feel the same, running his fingers
through Harry's hair, caressing his back. Eventually he became daring
enough to cup the younger man's bared ass, and Harry rewarded him by
shifting his weight and moaning softly.

When they had to
breathe, Harry considered bringing up the subject to see if Snape
believed this wasn't just a one night stand yet, but decided against
it, lest he ruin the moment, and nibbled on the uninjured side of the
dark-haired man's throat, leaving a mark of his own upon him. Snape
allowed it. His member had grown to mast again, and rubbed against
Harry's inner thigh, but neither of them wanted to break up the quiet
moment just yet. They did, however, start rocking against one
another softly again, moaning into each others mouths. It was a much
more pleasurable sensation without all the clothing getting in the
way.

Harry mewled when Snape
left his hair be to cup both cheeks of his bottom and gain better
control and friction. They could feel the eagerness building again.
Harry knew this time they would go all the way and it felt as if his
anus was twitching with anticipation.

When Severus tested
him, spreading his cheeks just enough to run one of those long,
slender fingers alone his entrance, Harry's head arched back and his
body shook. His mouth opened in a silent scream. "Do it,"
he rasped. "Oh, please do it..."

Severus's groin
twitched rather pronouncedly at the way Harry begged. He sat up,
leading Harry, who found himself blinking, straddling the older man's
hips. He barely trusted himself to speak, and when he did, the lust
on his voice was apparent, no matter how he tried to curb it.
"You're certain?"

"Merlin, yes!
You'd laugh at me if you knew how long I've been fantasizing about
this. I've always been obsessed with you, Severus. Things
just...changed when I got hormones." And when he found out that
Snape was, in fact, not evil, well, then he didn't have to feel
guilty about it anymore. It was amazing he'd been able to have so
many intense dreams about the man over the years and logic them away,
really. Looking back he'd been quite the 'idiot boy' Snape always
told him he was.

"Lay on your
stomach, then," Snape said firmly.

Harry swallowed, his
dick twitching in anticipation, and scrambled off the man to press
his torso against the sheets, lying down, spreading his thighs. Each
time the older man's fingers grazed his skin it sent jolts of
electricity racing up and down Harry's spine. A pillow was placed
under his hips, and the soft cotton against his tense member made him
bite his lip and forced his breath to steady. He could feel the dark
haired man staring at him from behind. He must make quite the slutty
picture like this, lying down, hips propped up in the air, back
arched and breathing heavily. He felt like his rear had become
hypersensitive. Even the still air nearly made him moan. Severus's
fingers ran gently over his cheeks, and his body shuddered in reply,
but the gentle touch wasn't enough to satisfy him now.

"Harry,"
Severus exhaled the name, barely audible, then cleared his throat.
"Are you...experienced, at all?"

Harry blushed. He knew
why Severus needed to know, but he was hesitant to answer because he
didn't know how the man would react. "...yes," he said at
last, and couldn't help but defend himself by adding, "just a
few times, not many."

Severus tensed. He
hadn't expected to be Harry's first. It was actually much better
that he wasn't. But he couldn't repress a certain urge to find out
who'd had the boy before and tear them into so many small pieces that
their parents wouldn't be able to recognize them. He beat that urge
down and answered, "I see. Alright then. I suppose...that's
better."

Harry smirked into the
mattress. He could hear the little jealous twinge on Severus's voice
and couldn't help but find it adorable. "...neither of them are
at Hogwarts anymore, if it makes you feel better." He couldn't
help but tease. "And it was over before they left."

It did make him
feel better, though he was loathe to admit it. Only two other men.
At Harry's age that was a perfectly reasonable number, he reminded
himself. Yes, it was perfectly acceptable. His jealousy aside, he
really couldn't ignore an ass as perfect as the one before him much
longer and decided to get on with it.

Harry could feel Snape
adjusting his weight behind him. He wished he could see what the
older man was doing, but he didn't have to guess for long--he soon
felt hot breath grazing his pucker in short bursts. 'He...he's
not actually...'

But he was. Severus's
tongue darted out and rimmed the hole. Harry arched hard and
screamed. Neither of his previous lovers had EVER done that. He had
no idea it would feel so incredible. He could barely contain himself
as the tongue continued to swirl around his hole, and then
it...it...plunged inside. "Aaah! S-Sev!" He could
feel Severus smirking against his hole. It didn't help calm him any.
The tongue wiggled and pried at his most intimate regions. When it
pulled away, he very nearly sobbed at the loss, but something else
entered, and Severus was licking and nipping his way up his spine. A
finger? No, that was harder and thinner than a finger.
"Severus...wh-what is...?" He heard Severus whisper words
he couldn't quite make out, and his innards seemed to fill with
something warm and slick. Oil, Harry thought, or maybe lotion.
Harry's eyes teared at the arousing sensation but felt so dirty. That
was definitely...it had to be... "I-is that your wand?!"

Severus nipped at his
ear, glad to be the one doing the teasing for once. "Of course
not," he said, purposefully jabbing the pointed tip into Harry's
prostate. The boy screamed loudly, and Snape waited until he would
be heard again before murmuring in Harry's ear, "...it's yours."

Harry's face turned
quite red. He'd thought about it once or twice when he woke from a
particularly vivid dream...just grabbing his wand and...but he was
afraid in his excitement he might damage something and had never done
it--besides, it was too dirty! How would he be able to use it
normally again knowing where it had been? Now he could feel Severus
toying with him, just a bit, sliding it in and out of his bottom,
tapping that little bundle of nerves inside that could turn his
entire body instantly to jelly. He didn't know whether he was more
turned on or mortified, but he decided he liked it either way.

But just when he was
getting over his embarrassment to really enjoy it, that sensation was
also gone. He was left wanting and well-lubricated, which he knew
had been the primary intent, even if Severus probably did get a kick
out of watching him blush, squirm, and writhe with a wand up his
arse.

The older man didn't
keep him waiting long, jabbing two fingers quickly into his depths.
Harry bucked back against them eagerly, humping the pillow beneath
his hips slightly in his efforts to get the fingers deeper.

Severus chuckled. He
couldn't help it. One moment the boy was so commanding, the next, he
turned to putty at the barest touch. He had to give his own large
member a firm squeeze to calm it as he prepared the boy, who was now
begging. "Severus. Please, I can't wait much longer."

"You'll wait as
long as I want you to wait," he said sternly, but found he
couldn't hide the slight amusement in his voice and rewarded the
young man by finding his prostate again and rubbing it a bit.
Harry's body started to shake so he moved his attentions away from
the sensitive spot--to the sound of a muffled protest that might
have been a rather vulgar string of words muffled in the
mattress--before Harry could quite reach another climax.

A third finger joined
the first two. Harry gasped and writhed. And a fourth, just to be
sure he was quite ready--and Harry bucked back eagerly, doing
everything in the power of his prone position to try and fuck himself
impatiently on Severus's hand.

Severus let out a
shuddering breath, squeezed himself once more, and then removed his
fingers. Harry very nearly sobbed, but found the pillow was being
pulled out from beneath him and he was being rolled onto his back.
The look in Snape's eyes very nearly made Harry release on the spot,
but he managed to contain himself somehow. The man's lust was
blatantly obvious. It was like he wanted the teenager more than he'd
ever wanted anything in his entire life. His hair curtained his
face, and there was a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. "Last
chance, Potter," he said roughly. "Once I'm inside, no
matter how you protest, I won't stop." He didn't want it to
sound like he was going to rape the poor boy any second, but he
wanted him so badly that he knew once he was sheathed in that tight
heat, he wasn't going to be able to restrain himself.

"If you don't
shove that gorgeous dick up my ass right now, Severus,"
Harry answered breathlessly. "I'll never forgive you."

Snape didn't need to be
told twice. He positioned himself, lifting one of Harry's knees up
over his shoulder, and slid all the way inside in one smooth stroke.
Harry couldn't believe how full he felt, how complete. He'd been
right--people who said size didn't matter had never experienced it.
His back arched and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. His
eyes very nearly rolled into the back of his head from bliss.

And then, Snape started
to move. Harry saw stars. It was all he could do to wrap his arms
around the older man's shoulders and hang on for dear life. Severus
was leaning over him, grunting softly with each thrust. His breath
was coming out in harsh rasps, but occasionally, Harry could make out
his name on one of them. "Harry...guh...nngh. Ha--rry..."

He tried to answer, but
had a harder time. Severus was a name too long to get out in one
rasping breath. "Sev--ru--uuuhhh," he moaned. It wasn't
long before the pace picked up and he found himself gasping 'Sev'
over and over again. Moaning, rasping--he was pretty sure most of
the sounds escaping him weren't coherent at all. He didn't care. He
couldn't make out a word of what his lover was saying either as they
rocked against each other, flesh slapping together eagerly.

It didn't take long.
Harry arched and climaxed before Severus could even wrap his fingers
around the teen's strained member. He pulled Severus down with him,
who made a sound very near a sob as his seed was milked out of him.

It took a good minute
of panting before the older man was able to move, and when he did it
was to collapse in a heap beside the younger. Tossing himself aside
was all he could do to keep from crushing Harry.

Harry felt empty and
cold now that they'd separated, and rolled to his side to curl as
tightly against the older man as possible. He pressed a palm to
Snape's cheek. Severus slowly opened his eyes, watching Harry
carefully as if he still half expected him to get up, get dressed,
and disappear now that he had what he'd wanted. When the young man
curled up as tightly as he could against him, panting just as deeply
as he was, he relented and pulled the blanket--which had been kicked
to the bottom of the bed in the midst of their passion--over the both
of them. For the time being, he couldn't care less about the mess.
Cleaning could wait until tomorrow.

"Harry," he
said eventually, he didn't know where he was going with it. His
brain was coming back and no matter how he looked at it this was
doomed to disaster.

"Shut up,
Severus," Harry replied. "You're not going to get rid of me
no matter what lame excuse you come up with." He nuzzled his
face into Snape's shoulder.

Snape didn't know how
to reply. He didn't want to get rid of the boy at all. He was just
so uncertain. Love had never gone well for him. It seemed to go
without saying that the reason had something to do with things that
were intrinsically wrong with him. Not handsome enough, not athletic
enough, too intellectual or, he expected, too old and too grumpy and
too jaded. He wondered which of his fatal flaws would be his undoing
with Harry.

"You're too
self-conscious," Harry yawned. "I'll have to shag that out
of you, I guess."

"Harry!" It
was such an indecent thing to say, but the boy just smirked up at
him.

"Now's hardly the
time to turn into a prude, don't you think?" He leaned up to
plant a kiss on Severus's lips.

The older man relented
with a soft sigh. Harry was right--after coming this far he'd just
have to accept it for what it was and hope his heart was still
recognizable when the boy was done with it. If age had taught him
anything it was that nothing lasts forever. The second chance at
life he'd gotten--it had seemed a curse before, a cruel joke. With
Harry dozing off in his arms he decided, for the moment, to think of
it differently--a gift. He had been given the opportunity to feel
this kind of warmth for the first time in ages and would enjoy it for
as long as the boy wanted him.

"Stop staring at
the top of my head and sleep a little, so I won't have to feel guilty
about molesting you more later." Harry yawned a bit and nuzzled
his face into Snape's throat.

Snape's eyes softened a
bit, "ah, I see, I haven't done a sufficient job of...what was
it... making your ass go numb, I believe?"

"Mn, not even
close," Harry murmured. " 's okay though. Morning's still
a ways off."

Snape chuckled and
relented, closing his eyes. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep up
with Harry's teenage libido, but trying, he figured, would be half
the fun.
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