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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Eight: I promised myself I wouldn't weep

Harry lay on the bed, his ass aching. After having been ridden by Snape and climaxing so hard he had been incoherent, he had slumped into the bedding, tears leaking from his eyes. The collar around his throat was an unwelcome weight, but he feared what would become of him when he was made to step out of this room again. Next time, he was sure, he would be raped by all the Death Eaters who wanted his body. And there would no doubt be plenty of them. His one tiny consolation (and it was tiny) was that at least Voldemort didn't seem interested in violating Harry.

He sobbed as he thought of all the other men in that hall who would be only too happy to force his legs apart and make him bleed. And Snape, despite the smears of blood Harry had had after being taken the first time, hadn't hurt him so that he bled out. He had the awful notion that other Death Eaters wouldn't be so careful of him.

Severus Snape, returning from having cleaned off the residue of yet more sex, stood in the doorway of the bathroom and simply admired the lithe body and rounded buttocks of his prisoner. He was desperately unhappy at the thought of passing Harry around to the other Death Eaters. Even if they had to heal any wounds once they had finished with him, it would still mean Harry being caused terrible injuries as his enemies crowded around him.

His cock stiffened as he took in the tears glimmering on the skin. Harry could cry all he wanted, but he had enjoyed being fucked; he had wanted it. The memory of Harry riding him in desperate need was one that would sustain him through the rest of his years, if he lived that long. He had the horrible feeling that if Harry was given to others, and Severus learned what had been done to the beautiful, fragile young man, he would commit murder and be struck down himself. And where would that leave Harry?

He padded closer to the bed. “Harry?” he asked, his voice low and tender.

Harry gasped, body tensing, and rolled away from the source of his arousal, confusion and humiliation. His eyes were wide, and when they saw the bulge hidden by the towel, full of dismay. Harry shook his head, eyes fixed on the lump, heart pounding under his chest. His pulse was racing, his eyes wide, and … he bit back a sob as he realised he was hard.

How could he still want such cruel treatment? But, if he was honest, Snape hadn't treated him cruelly. He almost wished the older man had, as Harry felt his mind struggling to know how to cope – was he a victim or a willing participant?

Snape let the towel fall and slid one hand onto Harry's straining dick. “You want this?” Severus' voice was incredulous.

Harry shook his head, but his hips ground up to meet the hand, and he spread his legs wantonly.

Seeing the invite, Snape was not slow to take advantage of it. He bent over the bed and let his lips touch the other man's mouth. There were the dried remains of tears there, and he enjoyed the salty taste as he slid his tongue inside the warm cavern and tasted more of Harry. Groaning, Harry wound his arms about Snape and kissed him back, his tongue lashing at the older man's as his cock was continually rubbed by clever fingers.

Pulling free, Severus gazed into conflicted green eyes.

Harry looked away, cheeks burning with his shame and embarrassment. But his prick remained hard, and his legs stayed apart. “Why are you doing this to me?” he whispered, voice throbbing with his inner turmoil.

Snape snagged a small jar of fluid and pushed it into Harry's hands. Having been taken by this man, Harry knew what the oily substance was for. Hands shaking, he let the liquid coat his palms then dipped down to Snape's cock and stroked the shaft, covering the thick length with lubricant and tugging on the dick, longing for it to be inside him, pleasuring him.

“Please,” he whimpered against Snape's neck. “Please, just, do it!”

Severus captured the lips once more as he settled between the trembling thighs. He moved Harry until he was in a good position and began the slow steady entrance into Harry's body. Tasting Harry's lips, he knew the exact moment he was pressing against the nub as Harry cried out into his mouth, thighs tightening, and passage gripping the welcome invader.

Needing breath, Snape broke the kiss and drew in a lungful of air before looking into passion-filled eyes. Impaled on the thick shaft, Harry felt completely safe and vulnerable all at the same time. He was claimed by this man, and while he was, no-one else could hurt him. He shifted so that he could feel Snape's balls pressing right against his body, revelling in the heat from him, and the sensation of being pinioned helplessly, a body to be used and brought to violent climax.

Snape began to pound into him, a mumbled phrase escaping his lips before he pressed them against Harry's neck, sensing the frantic pulse there that matched the throbbing sensation around his dick. He groaned at the ecstasy of possessing this young man, wanting to draw out their joined pleasure, but aching to release into the channel and know, once again, he owned Harry.

“Please,” Harry begged as the cock inside him moved rhythmically in and out. All his senses seemed centred on the ache between his legs where his cock throbbed and his ass burned. Nerves were tingling as inward thrusts jabbed at his nub and made him buck wildly and cry out. He clawed at the older man, unable to contain the agonised pleasure he felt.

Wailing, he rammed upward, his dick exploding with his desperate need. Within his body, Severus had stilled for a moment, catching his breath and trying to hold on as his prick was gripped and massaged by quivering muscles. Shaking, he let go and spurted his hot seed into the willing passageway. He slumped, lips kissing the sweaty neck of the man he had taken, dick too sensitive to bear any arousal; even removing himself from the glorious body made him moan with over stimulation.

Left alone once more – Snape had gone to clean himself up again – Harry lay on his back, his thighs still parted as fluid dribbled out of him. Hating his need for this man, he chewed on his lower lip. His lips were bruised by the force of the kisses Snape had bestowed upon him. And that was another thing to loathe himself for – he had wanted to be close to Snape, to taste his mouth and be subsumed by him. Anger made him bite down and he lapped once again at the blood in his mouth.

Snape had turned him into this lost creature. He could never go back.
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