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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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Harry’s eyes immediately glanced up to look at his master, the cool dark stare not giving anything away. The bar now loud, protests at non members inside the privacy of the club. The tattooed receptionist emerged from behind the bristling Ron, whose eyes were darting everywhere before focusing with a look of disgust on Harry.

“He’s an Auror,” the receptionist nodded to Ron, “He said it was Ministry business.”

The sound of the floo flaring as people abandoned the place filled Harry’s ears. He couldn’t look at either Ron or Charlie, mortification making his face flame. Hand shaking as he pushed his now deflated cock back into his jeans, wiping his sticky come covered hand on the denim. The tension visible on his masters body, shoulders squared, fists clenched at his side. Making no move to tuck his sated cock back into his trousers, a sly smile spread across his face. Harry’s heart began to race, hands sweating with nerves.

“Did you enjoy the show?” his deep sarcastic tone echoing in the now empty room. Ron stopped an outraged Charlie from barging past him, his arm across Charlie’s chest.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Charlie screamed at Harry, who refused to break eye contact with the dark eyes. A soft hand reached down to stroke his cheek, Harry leaned into the touch, his sigh of pleasure loud in the silent room.

“Harry, get up and come with me!” Ron’s tone filled with barely concealed anger.

Harry shook his head, his tongue peeping out to lick at the splashes of come still gracing his lips. This act causing Charlie to push past Ron and run to him. Harry shouting at the sound of Charlie’s fist connecting with his master’s jaw, silence followed, it suddenly broken by laughter. Malice in his black eyes as the laughing man reached up to wipe the line of blood from his split lip.

Charlie standing there, shaking with rage, face flushed. His anguished eyes staring at Harry like he didn’t recognise him. Unable to take the pained look emanating from the red head, Harry lowered his gaze.

“No.” a single word filled with authority.

Obediently, Harry lifted his gaze, the anguished moan from Charlie made him wince. A blood covered thumb ran along his plump bottom lip, automatically Harry sucked the digit into his eager mouth. Moaning at the familiar taste of his master’s blood on his tongue.

Falling to the floor with a sharp cry as he was shoved, his shoulder connected with the stone, Harry looked up to face a furious Charlie. Whose face became frightened at the roar of anger that emerged from the dark eyed man, strong hand wrapping around Charlie’s throat as he was physically lifted off his feet.

“Stop!” Harry’s alarmed cry making the man look at him with disbelief, “Don’t hurt him.. You’ll end up arrested.” Harry hoped the man understood his concern was for him and not Charlie. Gurgling and struggling to break the man’s grip, Charlie’s eyes filled with fear and betrayal.

Smiling black eyes fixed on to Harry’s, the emotion clear that he had understood. Pain streaking across his gaze as a hex flew at him, Ron standing, wand raised.

“STOP!” melodic tones filled with fury. Vivienne stood, her own wand trained on Ron. Her beautiful face graced with a murderous sneer, Harry remembered back to when she killed Greyback, he shivered.

“What?,” Ron spluttered, thrown by her presence, recognition in his eyes, “What are you doing here, this is Ministry business!” he added the last part with a tone of authority.

Vivienne’s eyes narrowed, she looked at Harry and then frowned at the bleeding lip of the man. Anger flaring as she walked slowly up to Ron, Harry noticed the red marks that graced her arms from the rope bondage, the rest of her body covered with a black silk kimono. Tilting her head, she thrust her wand under Ron’s chin, he froze.

“This is my club.. I demand an explanation Auror or should I say possibly former Auror Weasley” the menace in her voice causing Ron to gulp loudly. Face ashen at the threat of losing his job.

“Now wait a minute you can’t get me fired!” the indignation in Ron’s tone made Vivienne laugh. The laugh had a hard edge to it, the light shined brightly in her gaze as she whispered in Ron’s ear, but not so quietly that everyone couldn’t hear.

“I have friends in high places Mr Weasley.. Do you want to find out how many powerful men I know?” she licked his ear, “Or maybe you would like to join.. You strike me as the type that could do with a good spanking,” lapping his ear again, giggling at his shiver “Or maybe a nice hard cock up your arse?”

She pulled back from the flustered Ron, his eyes filled with outrage at the suggestion, Harry felt an hysterical laugh building in his chest. Vivienne looked at Charlie who was on all fours on the floor, gasping to get his breath, his hand rubbing his tender throat. Betrayed eyes fixed on Harry, Vivienne’s eyes softened slightly at the man’s obvious despair.

Ron stood, fists at the ready, face red with a combination of anger and embarrassment. The look of disgust on his face as he regarded Harry almost made him want to cry. Harry shakily stood, his knees stiff and his legs wobbling. His master touching his arm lightly in a gesture of affection, Harry’s heart leapt at the feel of his warm fingertips on his skin. Gracing his master with a small smile, he reluctantly approached Charlie.

“Charlie, please,” he tried to soften his voice, “I’m happy here.” Charlie shook his head negating Harry’s claims, refusal steadfast in his gaze.

“How can you be happy?” Charlie’s voice sounded lost and confused. Ron shouted his disgust at the situation, voice rising as he began his tirade, spluttering to a halt when a bare-chested Draco walked into the room. Harry quirked an eyebrow at the obvious well fucked look gracing the usually cool blonds’ demeanour. Vivienne’s smile widened, burning fire flaring in her blue eyes, the blonds’ stare mirroring her desire.

“What the fuck is Malfoy doing here, “ Ron sneered, laughing loudly, “Come to get strangled again, Ferret face?”

Draco paled , his cool mask slipping as a brief flicker of hurt flashed across his face. Vivienne incandescent with rage, crossing the room in two strides, Harry shouting for her to stop as she grabbed Ron by the throat. The grip initially hard softened at Harry’s plea, eyes flitting at Draco, a tiny smile shining in her gaze. With a sigh, she loosened the grip but did not remove her fingers. Ron was bright red at the treatment, opening his mouth to say something, she interrupted, anger in her speech.

“Now listen, you little shit!” Ron gaped, eyes wide at her insult, “Does Hermione know you’re here?” his eyes dropped looking ashamed at the mention of her name, Harry realizing that they must have bullied the information from her. His rage sparking inside him, Harry grabbed Charlie roughly by the arm yanking him to his feet.

“Leave now!”

Charlie sobbed, his eyes filled with brimming tears, face falling at the rough treatment and anger radiating from Harry. Unable to feel sorry for him, Harry began to pull him out of the bar. Ron screeching to let him go, pushed Vivienne away, she stumbled back but quickly righted herself. Draco flew across the room, his fist connecting loudly with Ron’s chin, the red head crumbled to the floor. Harry cringed at the thud Ron’s body made as it fell on to the stone. Draco stepped over him and pulled Vivienne into his arms, face nuzzling into her neck. She let out a small lust filled moan, her face pinking, then hugged him hard against her. Looking up at Harry with sympathy, then down at the unconscious Ron on the floor with disdain.

“I think you both need to talk?” she directed the question at Harry, his master huffed loudly, she turned to give him admonishing look, he averted his gaze.

Pulling a flustered Charlie into Vivienne’s office, the silence in the room making Harry’s heart bleed, his body screaming to be in his master’s arms.

Charlie stood, tremors racking his body, Harry almost torn between comforting and slapping him. He resisted the urge to do either and walked over to Vivienne’s desk putting his back to Charlie, desperate not to look at him.

“Why?” the one word whispered so brokenly that Harry felt himself struggle not to cry.

“Because I want this,” Harry paused for a moment, he sighed, “Because I want him.” the last words he hoped were spoken with certainty,

praying that Charlie would understand.

“I love you.. How can that man, monster, whatever he is,” Harry turned to look at Charlie with fury, “Ever love you back?”

The question threw Harry, thought racing in his head, a sudden feeling of self doubt creeping in.

What if he’s right?

How can a man like that love someone?

Is it Severus?

The dream floated back into his mind, the despair he had felt at the masked man being revealed to be a stranger. Charlie apparently having taken his silence as a sigh of his confusion, wrapped an arm around him. For a flicker of a moment, Harry leaned into the familiar touch. Charlie’s warm body and scent reminding him of wonderful times, secure times, times without the mystery and uncertainty. Suddenly, pulled roughly against Charlie, his usually soft lips harsh on Harry’s. Body and mind rebelling at the touch, Harry fought to pull away, heart pounding. A painful nip to his bottom lip made him gasp, Charlie thrust his tongue inside his now open mouth. One thought screaming in his head.

STOP!!

Frantically, Harry tried to pull his mouth away, Charlie’s strong arms that were once loving now crushing him in the unwanted embrace. Charlie’s fingers biting into his flesh, bruising his arms, the red head thrusting his filling cock against Harry’s hip. The feeling of being observed caused a shiver to run down his spine, Harry opened his squeezed shut eyes instantly making contact with blazing black ones, anger and a hint of something else in the obsidian gaze. Panicking at the thought of the man misunderstanding the kiss, his distress giving Harry the strength to kick Charlie hard in the shin, Charlie yelling as he pulled back.

Harry reached out imploring for his master to wait but it was too late, with a scream of despair, the floo flared to life. The man gone, leaving Harry standing pale and shaking. Falling to knees, trying to hold the tears in. Charlie speaking to him but he didn’t hear the words, raised voices bringing him back to reality. Vivienne looking at Harry with sorrow before she rounded on Charlie, her face like thunder.

“What have you done?” She shouted, Harry surprised at how loud her voice could be.

“I did him a favour, “ Charlie’s face filled with spite, Harry knew then that Charlie had known his master was watching, “Now we can be together.”

An hysterical laugh bubbled in Harry’s chest, the fire flickered as his magic sparked out of control. Charlie paled at the expression on Harry’s face, Vivienne involuntarily flinched, Harry was certain his face was murderous at that moment. Fury burning through his body, fists clenched and his heart was racing.

“I hate you!” the words screamed from Harry made Charlie stumble back, his face crumpled as the tears began to flow. Harry felt no sympathy for the red head, he turned to Vivienne feeling his eyes begin to brim with tears.

“Help me,” she pulled Harry into her arms, his voice cracking as he pleaded, “You have to make him see I didn’t want him to touch me.”

Vivienne held him tightly, Draco ran into the room, halting at the sight of them sitting on the floor as Vivienne rocked a pale Harry in her arms. Harry biting his lips to stop himself from falling apart in front of Charlie, Ron stumbled into the room, rubbing his aching jaw. Eyes widened at the scene greeting him, looking at Charlie with sympathy then annoyance when he noticed Harry’s bleeding lip and obvious distress.

“Charlie, what have you done?” the red head asked with trepidation.

Vivienne answered for him, anger reverberating in her voice.

“It would appear that he forced himself on Harry,” she shot Charlie a look of pure disdain, Ron muttered about the type of club she was running, her eyes flared with malice, “Listen to me, one thing I will not tolerate is rape.. You should know that, you fucking idiot!”

“Please,” Harry could hear the tremor in his own voice, his eyes imploring as he looked at Ron, who lowered his head at the gaze, “Please leave.”

“Yes, Weasley take yourself,” Draco walked up to kneel down by Harry, a comforting hand touching his arm, “Your brother and piss off!”

Ron huffed but grabbed Charlie by the arm trying to pull his crying brother towards the floo. Charlie resisted, reaching out to Harry. Harry couldn’t look at him, he buried his face against Vivienne’s chest, Draco let out an tolerating huff.

“Charlie, I suggest you leave,” Vivienne’s misleadingly calm voice causing a shudder down Harry’s spine, “I’m not in a tolerating mood.” she finished by looking at Ron. The red head paled at the memory of what she was capable of, grabbing a sobbing Charlie. He paused to look at Harry, looking at a loss with what to say. Draco putting himself between them, his face still full of anger.

“Leave him alone, go and deal with your stupid brother!”

The sound of crying halting as the floo flared, the two men gone leaving a distraught Harry in Draco’s and Vivienne’s arms. Gently removing herself from Harry’s grasp, the blond holding him tighter. Harry struggling, feeling like he was drowning, despair crashing over him. He leaned into the blonds’ embrace, listening to Vivienne as she talked into the floo, the fire flaring back at her as the passage was blocked.

The tears threatened to slip from him when she turned and shook her head, her face full of sorrow.

“He won’t speak to me,” she crawled across to hug Harry, “I’m sorry.”

“Surely he’ll come around?” Draco’s concerned voice asked.

“Harry, go home, “ Harry struggled, shaking his head, she held him closer, “Listen, go home and I’ll try to see him, ok?”

Draco lifted him to his feet, his body trembling and feeling like it was made of lead. Shaking his head as Draco offered to come home with him, knowing that he was going to fall apart and wanting to do it alone. Vivienne kissed him on the cheek, her eyes anxious, clearly concerned at Harry being alone.

“I need to be by myself,” Harry held his chin up, shoulders back trying to look strong, he whispered in her ear “I know who he is.”

Vivienne’s eyes widened, he held her tight, speaking low into her ear, the words just for her.

“Tell him I love him.” the words cracking with emotion as they spilled from his quivering lips. Not looking back to see her reaction as he flooed home, the tears building.

Stumbling blindly as the tears fell freely, he crumpled to the floor in his flat and began to sob. Soft hands touching his skin, the smell of Hermione’s perfume washing over him, his body falling apart as he fell into despair. Hermione’s soothing voice in his ear, Harry closed his eyes and allowed the darkness to take him.

The scent of leather filling his senses, the feel of the slick rubber underneath his bare body. Warm breath against the back of his neck, the man spooned behind him. Strong arms holding him in a tight embrace. A soft kiss pressed to his neck, Harry turned around and smiled. Severus’ black eyes were filled with desire.

“I’m dreaming?” Harry asked, Severus laughed and brushed his lips against Harry’s in a intimate gesture.

“Mmmm might be.” he murmured as he deepened the kiss. Harry, no longer caring if it was a dream at the feel of Severus’ talented tongue mapping the contours of his eager mouth.

Severus devouring Harry, dominating the kiss, hands either side of Harry’s face, tilting it to explore all of his mouth. Harry moaning as their bodies rubbed sensually against each other. Severus’ naked body blanketing his own, the comfort of his body heat on Harry’s skin felt wondrous. Severus’ unmasked face mirroring Harry’s arousal as they began to rut alongside each other. Their moans increasing in pitch as the hot smooth skin of their cocks brushed alongside each other.

Harry pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, black eyes filled with longing automatically pulling him back, their tongues lapping noisily. Deft once potion stained fingers trailing down Harry’s chest, a nail scoring his right nipple as it passed. Harry arching his back at the sensation, sucking on Severus’ tongue as the moan escaped. He reached up to stroke Severus’ cheek in a gentle manner, Severus sighed into the kiss.

“Inside me.. be inside me” Harry whimpered, his voice straining with frustration and excitement.

“Yes, yes,” Severus rich tone filled with yearning, he sucked on Harry’s bottom lip as he whispered, “Deep inside you.”

Face flushed with the heady feeling of lust, Harry heard pleas falling from his own mouth, the words needy and desperate.

“Please.. Please.. I need you.. Fuck me.” his body screaming for the potion master to completely master him, his nerves on fire with anticipation. Severus softly brushing his mouth on Harry’s, shushing him with the tender gesture.

“Your mine?”

Harry biting his lips not to scream out that he belonged to him, he nodded his head frantically, frightened to speak. Smiling ebony eyes looking into his soul, Harry gasping as a finger traced around his entrance. His heartfelt groan echoing in the dungeon, Harry’s mind drifting to the first time together, remembering back to the name Vivienne called him.

“It means Dungeon master?”

Severus paused for a moment, his face confused then a slow smile crept across his features, he nodded. Rewarding Harry by sliding the finger inside to the first knuckle, swirling the slick lube that was coating it inside Harry.

“Clever boy.” the rich baritone still had the now familiar rasp to it, Harry traced delicate fingers along Severus’ throat. The tail of his snake tattoo wrapped around the slender neck, Harry could feel scar tissue under the red and green body art.

“The bite?” Harry’s voice quiet as he asked.

Severus tensed, Harry leaned up to place a kiss on his Adam’s apple, tongue lapping at the scar. Gasping into Severus’ neck as a second finger began to stretch him, curling inside him to rub against his prostate, the feel of it making Harry nip at tender flesh of Severus’ neck to stop from sobbing with bliss. Three fingers sliding inside him made him writhe on the bed, the burning feeling distracting from his turgid cock, his balls aching to come. The excitement already at fever pitch, the desire for this moment pushing out all thoughts. Harry, dragging his hot tongue along Severus’ throat, nipping lightly as he pulled up to kiss him. His fingers running along Severus’ strong back, the feel of the muscle moving under the skin as Severus pumped his fingers in and out of his twitching pucker. The heat in the room increasing at the friction of their bodies undulating along each other. Harry moving so Severus was firmly between his thighs, lifting his legs up around him. Severus gasping at the feel of Harry’s legs wrapped around his waist, he withdrew his fingers. The dripping head of Severus’ rigid shaft pushing against Harry’s quivering entrance, the muscle relaxing to take the man inside. The stretched feeling making Harry cry out, Severus kissing him as he slid inside. Overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, they both panted afraid to move, Harry adjusting to the thick hot length buried within him. The mood began to change, Harry felt Severus shudder.

Harry shivered, the room cooling rapidly, the heat leaving the dungeon. Severus frowned and opened his mouth to speak, the mist from his hot breath drifting over Harry’s goose bumped chest. Darkness filling the room, crawling along the wall, the brick disintegrating as the nothingness moved, obliterating everything it touched. Harry wrapping his arms around Severus, pulling the man to him.

“No, no, no!” Harry shouted, the panic building inside him. Severus held him to his chest, Harry could hear his heart thudding erratically. Opening his mouth to speak, blood pouring from his mouth, falling from his lips and throat. The hot fluid spilling over Harry’s chest as the wound emerged on Severus’ throat. Harry screamed, fingers shaking as they pressed on the flowing wound.

“No.. I can’t lose you again!” Harry’s anguished screams filling his ears, the darkness crashing over him.

Stars, the first thing Harry saw as he opened his eyes. Twinkling stars in the night sky, the moon on the wane as it hung in the cloudless night. The earth cold beneath his body, he realized that he was now dressed and lying on cool dewy grass.

Sitting up, he let out a gasping breath, the events from earlier having shaken him to his core. Harry scanned around, looking for anything familiar. Gravestones looming around him making him shiver at the eeriness, the graveyard silent. Green eyes adjusting to the night light, breath caught in his throat as he recognised the place.

Godric’s Hollow!

A cloaked figure standing by the graves of Harry’s parents, even without having to see the man’s face he knew it Severus. The rigid stance of the man unmistakable

This isn’t a dream.. it’s a memory.

“I’m sorry.” Severus deep voice carrying across the churchyard, Harry moved to approach, wanting to see the man. Abruptly freezing to the spot when a lone figure emerged stealthily from behind a tree, the Scarlett Auror uniform looking blood red in the moonlight. A hood up obscuring the face of the watching figure, Severus tensed, turning on his heels, wand in hand. The auror matching his speed, wand raised high, the hood moved back to reveal azure blue eyes.

Vivienne!

“Why?” she whispered the one word, her voice breaking with emotion. Severus lowered his wand and held out his hand in a gesture of surrender.

“Do you trust me?” he asked with trepidation.

Vivienne pulled back her hood, revealing her ashen face, eyes filled with faith. Severus’ tired features softened as he looked at her, his face filled with optimism.

“Yes,” she appeared to sag at the admittance, he stepped towards her, “Don’t.. I should arrest you.” the sadness in her voice making Harry despair.

“You came alone,” Severus smiled at her, the fondness in his eyes surprising Harry, “you still believe in me?” the awe in his tone showing his astonishment.

Vivienne lowered her gaze, Harry saw the tears brimming in her eyes as she nodded and he wanted to hold her. Severus tentatively walked to her, this time she did not move away.

“Tell me why,” a sob escaping at the words, “He was your friend.” Severus closed his eyes, his face a mask of pain, he took a trembling breath.

“I had to,” he paused, eyes opening slowly. Harry noticed they were shining in the moon’s glow, “I didn’t want to.. Please believe me!” the pleading tone made Vivienne’s head snap up to look at him. He pulled out a bottle, the swirling mist inside indicating to Harry it contained a memory.

“Take this,” Severus thrust it into her hand, closing her fingers around it and squeezing her hand gently, “When its all over, show the order.”

“Dumbledore made you kill him, didn’t he?” Severus turned from her as he nodded, unable to look at her stunned expression.

“Let me tell the order!” her loud voice causing a birds to screech and fly from the trees, she winced at the noise. Severus shook his head, he walked quickly to her, standing close to her as he insisted that no one should know about his mission.

“I cannot have the Dark Lord getting any inkling that I am not loyal!” his voice rising as he tried to make her understand. She paled at the vehemence in his tone, she nodded her head to show she understood the danger.

“But you don’t understand,” Severus went to interrupt, she flung herself into his arms, tears falling, “We have new orders.” Severus held her, tenderly he brushed a lock of hair from her face, Harry felt the brief sting of jealousy.

“I know..the Dark Lord informed us..you’re to kill death eaters on sight?”

Pale and drawn, Vivienne nodded her head against his chest. He pulled back and looked at her, his black eyes fixed on her blue ones.

“My brightest student,” he said fondly, the pride in his face made Harry realize that he looked at her like a daughter, “You are wasted at the ministry.” She laughed and hit him on the arm affectionately.

“I should have stayed and been your apprentice?” Severus smiled but neither of them could muster the energy to be jovial. Vivienne wiped her eyes, sniffing as she pulled away from the hug, she placed the memory in her pocket.

Offering him a weary smile as she turned to leave, he grabbed her arm. Face serious as she gazed at him, the look on his face making her view him with concern. Severus’ words causing a shudder along Harry’s spine.

“There will come a time when the Dark Lord will discover my deception,” Vivienne gasped at his certainty, “You must at all costs..protect Harry.” the last two words filled with emotion.

Harry felt his heart beating fast in his chest, knowing that Severus was thinking of him made Harry’s pulse race. Vivienne remained silent as she pondered his words, then a smile flittered across her beautiful face.

“You love him?” her words filled with understanding and acceptance.

Severus appeared stunned for a moment, then he sneered, Harry no longer believing the act Severus portrayed. Vivienne clearly of the same opinion as she placed her hand above his heart, face soft, her eyes shining. Her sweet voice washing over Harry as she spoke to the flushed man.

“Shh.. you don’t fool me,” she patted his chest, “beneath that harsh exterior beats the heart of a man, a man with wants and needs,” she smiled at him, “there’s nothing wrong with wanting something for yourself.”

Furiously, he shook his head, averting his eyes from her knowing gaze. She sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Please be careful,” she hugged him, the emotion evident in the tight embrace, Severus returned it.

“You too, keep safe.” Severus kissed her brow, pulling away and with a smile, he apparated.

Quiet voices greeting Harry as he awoke, the smell of coffee drifting through the room. The settee beneath him as he stretched the kinks out, the dream and the memory rushing around in his mind. He lay there, eyes closed as he strived to keep the tears at bay. Two distinctly female voices emerging from the kitchen, Hermione’s and Vivienne’s. Harry’s heart sped up at Vivienne being here, he sat up and looked at the two concerned women. The look on Vivienne’s face making his heart sink, tears brimming, he bit his lips to stop a sob.

“He won’t listen?”

Vivienne sat next to him, he laid his head on her shoulder breathing in her familiar scent. He noticed a pensieve viewing bowl sitting on the dining table, he turned to look at her with bewildered eyes. She tried to smile, failing miserably, seeming unsure of what to do, she sighed.

“I’m breaking a confidence by doing this, “ she pointed to the bowl, Harry noted the bottles of memories lined up next to it, “Do you understand?”

Harry nodded, feeling sick with apprehension as she took his hand and led him to the table.

“You asked me once what I knew about him, do you remember?” Harry nodded as he recalled the conversation, it was when he had began to suspect that his master was Severus.

“You said you knew everything.” Harry’s voice was shaking.

“Now you will too.”

Harry took a huge breath and plunged into the first memory.
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