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Tempus	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 27393 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warnings..m/m slash .. a bit of master and slave..enjoy ;)

The slow walk back to his room was pensive, Harry reflecting on his feelings for the quiet teen. Severus shooting morose glances at him from the corner of his dark eyes, Harry struggled to control his emotions towards him.

I don’t want to leave him.. How can I let him die.

“Harry, do you really have to leave?” Severus’ voice had a hopeful lilt to it, his black eyes fixed on Harry’s, the eager gleam obvious in the dim corridor lights.

“Yes, Dumbledore has told me I have a week left.” Harry sighed, his heart breaking at the falling face of the saddened Severus.

They reached Harry’s room, opening the door, Harry stood waiting for the teen to say his goodnights, desperate for him not to leave but resisting the urge to grab him. Leaving the decision to continue what they had started in the hand’s of the younger man. Heart elated and nearly breathing a sigh of relief when Severus walked past him and immediately towards his bedchamber, turning to gaze at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“We’d better make the most of the time then, hadn’t we?” shrugging off his robes and slowly stripping, drawing out the removal of his clothes, deliberately teasing Harry as he exposed his smooth flesh for his perusal. Harry’s fought the desire to tear off the teen’s clothes and ravage him, a slight hitch in his breath as Severus’ long, smooth shaft was revealed. The cock slumbering at the moment, perked up at Harry’s tiny moan, the sound barely perceptible in the room, but loud enough for Severus to respond. Green eyes watched with avid fascination as his cock lengthened and filled in front of him, Harry’s own member twitching, struggling to fill with blood again after the marathon sex they had experienced that evening.

“Touch yourself.” Harry barked, his voice rough with arousal. He could swear that he saw Severus’ pupils dilate at the words from across the room, the teen’ breath hitching in his chest as he complied. Soft hands travelled down his smooth, hairless chest, the fingertips flicking his nipples briefly, Severus moaned as he stimulated the hardened nubs. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from the delicious display in front of him, the teen obviously still self conscious and his face was tinged with a pink hue.

“So beautiful,” Harry whispered Severus blushed hard and shook his head, negating Harry’s words, “You are beautiful, your innocence and your desire for me,” Severus looked up, meeting his stare and nodding, “The way your body opens up for me, the way you feel around my cock.”

Severus gasped, his fingers wrapping around his rigid cock and pulling the foreskin back to reveal the dusky pink head, Harry could smell the musk of sex in the air, his words eliciting moans from the excited teen. A sly smile crept onto his face, his own cock still frustratingly half hard but slowly filling at the vision of Severus stroking himself. Deciding to encourage the teen with his play, Harry licked his lips, watching Severus follow the move with his eyes, the obsidian gaze flaring, the lust shining brightly and his fingers moved faster across his length.

“You like watching my mouth, can you imagine my lips touching your cock?” Severus’ chin trembled with excitement, his head falling back with pleasure at the image, a breathy yes answering Harry’s question, pleased with his response Harry continued, his voice strained when he spoke, “I love the taste of you on my tongue, salty and sweet.. I love the feel of your cock in my throat.. do you want that?”

“PLEASE!” Severus screamed, his hand flying back and forth, frantically, the slit dripping with pre-come, shining on his shaft in the candlelight.

“You have to earn my cock, Severus.. do you want to earn my cock?” the tone seductive though his heart was pounding, Severus’ eyes filled with yearning, the gaze straying to the forming bulge in Harry’s trousers, the debauched ideas in Harry’s mind firming him to complete hardness.

“Oh yes.. please.. tell me how to earn your cock,” Severus paused for a second, then biting his lip as he added, “Master.”

That one word destroyed any self control that Harry had, his heart leapt at the nervous but eager tone of Severus’ voice. Taking a breath in, Harry smiled at the shaking younger man, the anticipation almost tangible in the room.

“Master, that’s right I’m your Master,” Harry reached down to flick open his trousers, exposing his thick shaft to Severus’ gaze, the teen involuntarily licking his lips at the sight, “I will be the only Master that you have, understand?” the giddy excitement of staking his claim made Harry’s cock leap with desire, the hitch in his voice increasing the lust emanating from the teen.

“Yes, yes.. Only you.” Severus begged, falling to his knees in a display of subjugation, Harry almost crossed the room but held himself back, face showing no emotion and remaining impassive though his heart screamed at him to claim the boy.

“Good boy,” Harry crooned, earning a truly happy smile from Severus, the teen lowering his gaze in a sign of respect, “Never ever kneel before anyone else, am I understood!” the last word was filled with fury, the image of Severus kneeling before that snake faced bastard burning through Harry’s mind, Severus looked up with startled eyes, a hint of fear shining in the dark, granite orbs.

“Yes.. I will never bow to anyone but you.. my Master.” Severus’ voice was timid and quiet, Harry clenched his fist to stop from touching the meek younger man.

“Very good.. Touch your cock for me.” Severus immediately obeyed, his pre-come slicking his frantic strokes, hips thrusting forward as he fucked his own fist. Aware of his youth and knowing by Severus’ little moans that spilled from his pink, bitten lips that he was close, Harry muttered an incantation. A thick black cuff now strapped around the base of Severus’ shaft, the teen’s hand fluttered to a stop, looking down with stunned eyes to take in the sight of his cock bound and unable to come.

“I’m your Master, everything that you are belongs to me.. including your cock,” Harry reached across to smear the gathered fluid at the tip of Severus’ trembling cock, the teen gasped, “You’re come belongs to me.. You come when I say.”

“Master..yes.” Severus stuttered out, a squeak in his voice.

“Lie on your back,” Harry ordered, Severus shaking as he lay back and his eyes fixed on him, “Show me that pretty pink hole.” Severus’ eyes opened wide but his thighs instantly parted, lifting his hips to expose his twitching pucker.

The compliance of the teen took Harry’s breath away, his pulse racing and his cock throbbing as he struggled to get himself under control. Accioing a chair to sit on, Severus appeared flustered by his lack of response, Harry held in the smile that he felt creeping across his face and sat nonchalantly, showing no interest. Severus spread his thighs further, the pucker widening as he reached down to pull his cheeks apart, obsidian eyes fevered while they watched for a reaction.

“Finger yourself,” surprised at himself for the calm tone he had, Harry took a quiet calming breath, his cock spitting at the erotic performance from Severus, “Slide one deep inside you.”

Fingers trembling, Severus circled his own entrance, his face flushed and breath hitching as he breached his clenching ring of muscle. A grimace on his face informing Harry that he was too dry, leaning across to spit on the twitching pucker, the saliva dripping from Severus’ fingers. The teen groaned at the sensation, pulling his fingers free and swirling it through the fluid before sliding back inside with a soft exhale of pleasure.

“That’s it, good boy… show me how much you want my cock.” Harry reached down to touch his own heated shaft, fingers grasping tightly as Severus thrust two fingers into himself, his hole darkening with the frantic thrusts.

“Please.. please…touch me.” Severus begged, the pleading in his tone was almost melodic, Harry gripped the base of his own cock to stop himself from coming at the sound.

“Shall I come over that lovely hole, watch my come decorating your fingers as they slide in and out, fucking yourself.”

“Oh..oh.. Oh YES!” three fingers spreading the pulsing ring, Harry fascinated by the gaping hole when Severus pulled his fingers partially out before plunging back in, his neglected, bound cock slapping his abdomen with the thrusts of his hips.

Harry lunged from the chair, kneeling between Severus’ thighs, his hand flying back and forth over his turgid cock. Drips of fluid rained from his weeping shaft, spilling over Severus’ cock and balls. Black fathomless eyes watched as Harry stroked himself to completion, Severus’ fingers fucking himself in time with Harry’s movements. Back arching, Harry erupted over Severus’ fingers and twitching entrance, the teen pulled his fingers free, scooping up the hot come and plunging his coated digits back inside himself. Harry moaned at the sight, his cock spurting weakly one last time and he slumped forward over the teen, trapping his cock between them. Muttering the word to remove the incantation, followed by an order to come, instantly rewarded by the warm splash of Severus’ come hitting his stomach as the teen bucked up, emptying himself over the both of them.

“Good boy.” Harry murmured pressing light kisses to Severus’ gasping mouth, the teen returned the kiss wearily, both of them exhausted. Bleary eyed and with a bone crushing tiredness, Harry reluctantly climbed off the teen, Severus mumbled his disapproval at being left alone. With a smile, Harry reached down to pull him into his arms, kissing him softly and guiding the younger man to his bed, Severus beamed, his face lighting up at the prospect of sharing Harry’s bed.

“Sleep.” Harry ordered, drowsily, Severus lay on the bed and Harry spooned up behind him, nestling in the warm of Severus’ back, pressing a tiny kiss to the nape of his neck. Severus sighed as they both succumbed to the lure of sleep, Harry’s mind tumbling into a strange dream.

The party was in full swing, everyone smiling and congratulating the happy couples. Ginny basked in the attention, flashing her engagement ring to anyone that would look, Harry squirmed under the scrutiny of everyone, preferring to shy away from the hugs and hand shaking.

His eyes scanned the room, desperate to find someone that wouldn’t simper about his engagement, smiling as his eyes lit upon the sneering face of Severus.

Severus? He’s dead.

Dream Harry walked over to the scowling man, suddenly bombarded by memories of the shrieking shack, Kingsley bursting into the room and Harry begging him to save the potion master. Stunned, when the bleeding man fumbled and tried to pull something from his pocket, a potion vial falling to the floor. Kingsley snatching it up and pouring it down Severus’ throat, calling for the aurors to take Severus to St Mungos.

Recalling how everyone had been stunned when the potion master had survived Nagini’s attack, Harry going to visit the man to discuss the memories he had bestowed on him. Shocking himself and the whole wizarding world when he had began a tentative friendship with the spy, even testifying at the Ministry to Severus’ role in the war.

“Potter, enjoying the party?” Severus spoke pulling Harry from his trip down memory lane. Amused eyes regarded Harry as he gave him a smile, his dark eyes filled with mirth.

“It’s Harry.. Severus.” Harry made a point of calling the man by his first name, Severus’ hitched an eyebrow.

“Harry, enjoying your party.. I must say the ring is lovely. Did you pick it?” Harry sighed, Severus always had a habit of knowing the answers to his questions before he asked them.

“No.. yes, it is and no, Molly picked it.” Harry decided to answer everything at once, smiling at the frown on Severus’ face. Harry gestured for Severus to join him in the garden, the noise of the crowd smothering him, the fresh air felt wondrous, he found himself staring up at the night sky, Severus cleared his throat behind him.

“May I say something?” Severus asked, his dark eyes fixed on Harry’s. shrugging, Harry knew he would say what he wanted regardless of him allowing him to.

“You will anyway, so go ahead.”

“We have become friends, would you agree?” Severus’ voice still had a slight rasp to it. The wound had taken months to heal and even now after nearly a year, the damage it had inflicted was apparent.

“I’d like to think so.”

We’re friends?

“I would like to offer my opinion, though I’m aware that it will probably displease you,” Severus paused for a moment, Harry tensed waiting for his next words, “I don’t think you should get married.”

“WHAT!”

What!

Harry found the dream dispersing, fragmented images flitting through his mind as he tossed and turned. Arguing in the garden with Severus, Ginny’s crying face, a thunderous look of anger on Ron’s. Soft words echoed, whispered sentences filled with emotion, flashes of pleasure sparking in Harry’s mind

“Love you..”

“Need you..”

“Harry, be with me.”

The voice too soft to hear properly, Harry tried to grasp onto the muddled myriad of feelings and pictures appearing in his fevered head. An image clear and bright in the misty murk of dreams.

Severus smiled at him, Harry couldn’t help but return it. Both of them glistening with their earlier exertions. Naked and blissfully sated on the bed, Harry kissed the potion master lightly. Severus pulled the younger man into his arms and deepened the kiss.

“Harry, I have something for you.” Severus whispered as they kiss broke apart, Harry’s eyes lit up.

“You didn’t have to.” Severus lifted a hand to stop him.

“It’s your birthday. Your twenty first birthday.. I had to get you something.” Severus leaned over Harry, he moaned as Harry reached down to touch his softened cock, “Stop that.. insatiable beast.” Harry laughed at Severus’ words. Harry smiled, lying back on the bed with a wistful smile, listening to Severus fumbling in the bedside cabinet.

“Here..happy birthday.” Severus mumbled, a long, black velvet box placed into Harry’s hand. Green eyes widened as he opened the box to reveal a gold watch, a simple but beautiful gold timepiece, Harry flipped it over, his eyes tearing at the words engraved.

To my Harry,

I give you the gift of time.

Forever

S

Harry sat bolt upright in the bed, Severus sleeping peacefully, he found himself staring at the young man. Blindly reaching out, his hand automatically opening the bedside draw, his mind telling him to look. Fingers clasped around a bracelet of some sort, Harry’s heart beating wildly as he produced a gold watch, flipping it over and gasping at the words.

To my Harry,

I give you the gift of time.

Forever

S

Oh Merlin..i've changed the future!
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