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Wounds	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11814 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VIII.
Physical Therapy

Severus
Snape rolled over to check the time. He didn't think he'd slept more
than two or three hours, and even that was intermittent at best. He
wasn't complaining. What--ahem, who--he
was doing in lieu of sleep was much more appealing anyway. If he
thought about it, he was amazed he'd had so much energy--he was no
longer a young and vital teenager like his current bedmate, but Harry
somehow managed to make his body forget that for long stretches of
time.

Speaking of, he watched
as the boy yawned and stretched languidly. "Get back here,"
Harry complained.

"What's the
matter?" Snape replied, "Cold?"

"Mmn, so fix it,"
Harry answered blearily, pulling Severus down against him again and
tilting his chin up for a kiss. Snape had long since given up on
hesitating and this time followed the younger man down to the
mattress, claiming the lips he so readily offered. The way their
tongues tangled now was familiar--they'd tangled enough in such a
short time that the clumsiness was gone, and when the kiss broke,
Severus trailed his lips down the column of Harry's throat, grazed
his teeth over his collarbone, and continued onward. He knew what
the boy really wanted, even if they were both nearly half asleep. He
didn't feel any pressing need to protest.

Harry moaned softly as
Snape's tongue wrapped around one of his nipples, his fingertips
attending to the other. "Ahn, Sev..." he moaned. He'd
never dreamed when he first tried to seduce Severus Snape last night
that the man would be such easy prey. No, he wasn't complaining, not
in the slightest. Every time Harry had teased him, thinking 'maybe
I'll be able to get one more round out of him', he'd ended up
with two, and was glad to accept both of them. They'd fucked, slept,
fucked again, slept again. Harry was pretty confident there had been
a lot more fucking than sleeping involved, and wouldn't have it any
other way. Snape must let off some kind of pheromone meant only for
him, because Harry was certain he had never been this wanton before.
Every kiss and soft caress seemed to set his entire body aflame with
desire. And Snape was so sensitive that he was sure it had to work
both ways.

Well, that was fine.
The weekend had begun, and they would have two whole days to try to
get it out of their system enough to leave the bed. And if Harry
couldn't walk when it was over, well, Snape probably knew a few good
potions for that. He figured if it turned out that he had a permanent
limp, he could just blame it on a Quidditch injury and keep coming
back for more.

Snape's head had since
disappeared beneath the comforter. Lost in thought, Harry didn't
notice until the man's tongue ran languidly up the underside of his
groin. He cried out at the pleasant surprise, and started to buck to
find a strong hand on either hip holding him in place as warm lips
wrapped around his head, and a hot cavern easily took all of him.
"Ahn...ah!" Harry thought he would definitely lose his
mind. They'd tried sexual positions Harry had never even
contemplated last night, but this was the first time he'd had the
pleasure of Snape's deliciously hot mouth on that particular part of
his anatomy. A few seconds into it he was already anxious--he knew
this would eventually lead to Severus sliding his thick member into
his bottom again--and he reveled in that knowledge.

But things were not
going to go according to plan this time. The door opened
unexpectedly. Under the covers, Snape didn't notice, but Harry's
head turned quickly toward the sound. His face heated instantly. He
tried to claw at Snape's shoulders to give him some warning and get
his incredible mouth away from, well, there. They had company.

"You could try for
a little patience, Harry," Snape complained, not quite
getting the message right, and about to descend again when he heard a
familiar voice.

"Oh my,"
Minerva McGonagall said.

Snape's eyes widened
and he very nearly choked on his own oxygen. His bed rumpled head
poked up urgently from under the sheets. Harry could only cover his
face and look away, cheeks burning.

Snape, more annoyed at
being interrupted than concerned at being caught--against all sense
of logic, which tended to evaporate when one was in the midst of
intimacy of this particular sort--snapped at the woman. "What
do you want?" he barked.

McGonagall 'tutted' at
the rude address, but had a hard time hiding a bit of amusement at
her colleague's predicament. "I was bringing you more
medicine from Poppy, Severus. However, it seems...Mr.
Potter's...very unique form of treatment has made you energetic
enough that we no longer need to worry."

He stared sullenly at
her. This was bad. Absolutely mortifying, really. But Snape's
natural reaction to such things tended to be anger. "If you
know that, then hurry up and leave," he snapped irritably.

"Yes, well, of
course," McGonagall replied. "I wouldn't want to interrupt
your...as the muggles would call it, physical therapy."

Snape couldn't help but
wince a little. Damn the woman and her sharp tongue. She always
managed to get the last word in. His brain froze before he could
retort and she had already turned smartly on her heel, but paused a
moment to say, "I will tell Poppy that her concern for your
health is no longer warranted, but, Severus, I suggest in the future,
you remember to lock the door."

As it snapped tightly
shut behind her, Severus turned red up to the ears. Harry, initial
shock relieved now that his head of house was gone, couldn't help but
chortle and peek at his lover through his fingers.

"What?"
Severus griped, getting up and sitting beside the young man, arms
crossing his chest. Way to kill the mood. Damn woman.

"...physical
therapy," Harry said at last.

Snape glowered.

"Oh come on, it's
a little funny," Harry nudged.

"Hardly,"
Snape answered. Merlin, that was devastating. To be caught in the
middle of such a thing...

"Hey, no
scowling," Harry declared, straddling Snape's lap and pressing a
kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another on the lips, which
Snape returned grudgingly. His mood had soured. "She's gone
now. And I don't think she'll tell anyone."

"That won't stop
her from teasing me incessantly about it when no one is listening,"
Severus complained.

"Well, that's your
fault, really," Harry said. And when Snape gave him a sharp
look he added, "...for being so cute when you're embarrassed."

Snape couldn't quite
find an appropriately biting reply, so Harry continued. "Now,
where were we? Oh, hell, this is as good a place as any." He
reached behind him. In spite of Snape's soured mood, his manhood
hadn't quite lost its energy yet, and a few firm strokes were all it
took to get the older man's attentions fully on him again. Harry
chuckled and planted a sweet kiss on Severus's mouth. "You're
so easy," he teased.

"And your hormones
are insatiable," Snape answered, gritting his teeth against the
pleasure as Harry positioned and slowly sat down on his heated flesh.

"Mmmmnnnn....."
Harry moaned deeply, worshiping the sensation. "Yeah," he
said huskily. "They are. But I'm an eighteen year old boy, and
you're keeping up with me just fine. What kind of lecher does that
make you?" He let a lazy moan out as he began to rock his hips.

Severus let out a
steadying breath. "I suppose the kind that doesn't know where
to draw the line," he answered. "Nngh...mmn...when the one
he loves...aaah...is being...u-uhn--unreasonable."

Harry planted the most
engaging kiss yet on the older man. The admission of love was nearly
enough to make him cry. "Then aaahh...I guess...that makes
me...ah...the kind of person who...mmmn...god that feels
good...can't bear to be separated from the one he
loves...haahn...even for a s-second..."

"I suppose
that's...mmn...convenient," Severus rasped. "Seeing as
I've grown...ah...awfully tired of being...ah-ah!...ah-l-alone."

They spent the day much
like they'd spent the night--alternating between sleeping, cuddling,
and humoring the complete inability to keep their hands and mouths
off one another. Neither could even begin to imagine where all the
lust and love between them might lead, but at least they could be
certain that the road ahead was one they would walk together.

~The End~
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