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Author’s Note: Big shout out to LeinaSTL and Madamdragon for some uplifting reviews! I’ve been knocking out chapters quickly because I’m eager to write about Harry and Sev back in school muwhahahaha. Any who, back to the story!

Coming Home to You by Brianna West

Chapter Nine

*HP*HP*HP*HP*

When Harry awoke, he felt he had slept one hundred years worth of sleep. Night time was still about in the room, leaving Harry a bit confused as to where the time had gone. He rose from the bed, settling on the side to look about the room inquisitively. Where was Severus?

Making his way down the hall after he quickly grabbed a few articles of clothing to dress in from his room, Harry heard the faint noise of chatter coming from the living room. He strode into it and noticed the face of Severus and his headmaster Dumbledore sitting in opposing chairs, quietly chattering. It was a sight to behold since never had he seen a look of pure understanding about Severus, as if the man was resolved in the way things were.

Dumbledore turned and regarded his with his usual smile. “Ah, I see you are finally awake, my boy.”

“Um yeah,” Harry said as he slowly walked into the room. He still felt a bit disturbed by the air about the room. It seemed it was too calm especially for what had occurred just before he had went to sleep.

“You have been sleeping for a few days. Would you care for something to eat?” It was not much of a question as the food appeared on the coffee table before them and Harry eagerly devoured what he could. It certainly seemed he had been asleep for days. Severus and Dumbledore simply watched him as he ate, both asking and saying nothing to him to allow him to eat in peace. Harry finally finished, pressing back into the couch next to Severus with a belly full and content.

“You said I had been asleep for days, sir?” Harry looked over to Dumbledore who had his usual cheer about him. The man seemed to have regained his happiness from the night before. He nodded at Harry and then grabbed a book from beside him that was titled, ‘Creatures of Myth.’

“After you had fallen to sleep, Severus contacted me and we have been discussing a plan of action from here, Harry.”

“Plan of action, sir?”

Severus cut through with his usual even voice, “When you return to Hogwarts, it would serve you best to remain in my rooms should you need to feed. We had been discussing ways in which we might hold at bay your transformation and mask your features. This book, in which the Headmaster brought, has some of which we possibly know about your condition.”

Harry felt a dark rumble of the laugh he was holding. Condition was it? He sighed and merely nodded, however. The last thing he wanted was to suddenly transform at school. He was not even sure how and when it happened. Severus had mentioned Incumutis creatures needing to feed several times a day, which brought about his next question.

“What happens if I need to feed during classes?”

“That is what Severus and I had been discussing, my boy,” Dumbledore said smiling and handing the book over to Harry. “From what we know, you transform when you are in need of a feeding. Severus has been so kind as to see to a potion that may mask your transformation, but we will not know if it works until the next time you need to feed. As far as the other possible challenges it may present, we must figure them as we go, I am afraid. Since there is little known about these creatures, we do not have much more than stories told over generations to gather from.”

“Oh,” Harry said trying to keep his voice as even as possible. “I guess we will have to do what we can and if it ultimately serves in the fight against Voldemort, I guess it’s worth it.”

“All in due time, my boy. In the now, however, it seems that Severus can appease the transformation quickly.”

It felt entirely too awkward having this discussion with Dumbledore. They were all discussing his sexual appetite as if it was a normal day to day situation. Harry had not yet gotten use to the idea of what he was. He was overwhelmed by the ideas now being thrown at him so nonchalantly.

“Severus has agreed to help you during the next week to learn a few things in which could overall help you manage your condition. I will see to it that some of the other select few know of your current situation in order to give you the opportunity to leave when the need presents itself,” Dumbledore said as he clasped his hands together and shining a smile their way. The man was much too happy considering. The older wizard stood and regarded them both before stepping to the fire place. “I suspect you will keep me inform on your progress?”

“Of course, Headmaster,” Severus said rising from his own chair.

“Excellent! I will expect a full report before the week’s end. Good evening, gentlemen,” Dumbledore said as he stepped through the green flames after yelling ‘Albus Dumbledore’s office, Hogwarts.’

Suddenly, silence fell between them. Severus was still standing, looking much like he was lost to his own thoughts. It was rather pleasant to see the man so unguarded. Harry settled back into the couch, throwing his head back and letting out a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he thought of all he might expect when he returned. Should he tell Hermione and Ron? The idea of telling the two made his stomach feel like it was clenching in on itself. He was afraid of the way they may end up looking at him once he had—as if he was to turn at any moment.

A question came to the forefront of his mind and he could not help but ask the man before him.

“Why do I transform around you?”

Severus turned towards him, obviously not having expecting him to ask anything. The man looked a bit apprehensive and then confused. Was the man unaware too of why that was? Harry was sure that Severus would never admit to not knowing the answer to something, so he waited patiently for the other to formulate a response.

“The Headmaster believes that I am your counterpart, Harry.”

“Counterpart?” Harry felt confusion nip at his brow. Was Severus this creature as well?

“Like werewolves and vampires, it is believed that these creatures have counterparts or bond mates in which they respond solely to in such a manner. However, the Headmaster and I are not entirely sure as the creature you are claimed to be is one of a sexual nature and often needs that in which to feed. Another theory is that your dormant blood responded to our coupling, but that too would not explain the situation entirely.”

“So basically,” Harry said with a small smile. “You have no idea.”

“Insufferable brat,” Severus scoffed though he showed hints of a smile. “As you had been told, until now, Incumutis were thought to be a myth. We are not even sure of the origins of these creatures. There have been many accountings of all sorts on these creatures.”

“So how is this potion of yours going to help?” Harry said referring to Dumbledore’s earlier conversation about Severus creating a potion to keep him from transforming.

“The potion was derived, much like wolfsbane for Werewolves, in order to both keep the transformation from taking over your conscience mind as well as keep the urges at bay. Unfortunately, I am not entirely sure it will work. I must administer it when you show signs of transformation. There are a few glamour spells in which could hid some of your characteristics when you transform, but they are rather difficult spells for someone as inept as you to perform.”

Harry glared at the man, but found himself grateful at the humorous banter. “I can learn.”

“It is my hope you can,” Severus said walking forward to Harry who sat lax in the couch. “If you cannot, it will make this much more difficult than it needs to be should the potion not work.”

“For who?” Harry said sarcastically. “If I remember correctly, it’s me who has to deal with this transformation.”

“Clever, Potter. You forget, however, that the creature seems to seek me out in which also makes this difficult on me if you were to come storming in looking like a demon and assault me. At least we could feign an argument if you were to storm in glamoured.” Severus sneered over him, and the anger began to twist within his stomach. He narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not as if you dislike it! I happen to recall several times when you initiated things!” Severus was leaning down to Harry, his eyes cold and merciless as they stared at him.

“Do not flatter yourself, Potter” Severus said evenly. “We do not know how much of this creature you are controls my reactions to you. These creatures are known to seduce their prey and put out a scent that is undeniable to any creature or wizard alike.”

Harry stifled the urge to yell. His body was now trembling beneath the man’s scrutiny. It was just like Severus to claim no fault to what had occurred. Didn’t the man claim that was not the case here only a few days back? Harry turned away from Severus, breathing deeply to keep the rage from overtaking him.

“You’re right. Why would someone that hated me so deeply not but two weeks ago want to have anything sexually do with me? Guess I should have taken Lucius up on his offer, huh?” Harry knew that it was childish to bring the other man into this, but Lucius was the only card he had to play that would anger Severus just as much as he had angered Harry.

Harry was slammed into the couch violently, and he was unable to keep himself from groaning as the man’s lips pressed insistently on his. Severus could keep telling himself that everything up until now was all because of the creature’s dormant blood, but the man certainly became possessive when it came to Lucius.

Harry moaned as the man pried his mouth open with a hot and dominating tongue. The demanding kiss left him feeling feverish, his body hot with the touch and pleading for more of it. The man’s hands were all over him, pulling and prying at his clothing as if to tear it from his body. The familiar feeling of relief began to course through him, and Harry let out a hiss as he pulled away. His body was already transforming underneath the man.

He bit his lower lip to force himself away from the man, blood trailing from it as skin tore.

“No!” he whispered as his body shook violently. He struggled against the urge to curl back into the man who was breathing just as erratically as he was. “I won’t give in to it!”

Harry cried out as his body ferociously burned in protest. Severus was watching him, entranced by his refusal. Harry flew backwards, hitting the wall and digging into it with his claws. He bit again at the urge to ravage the man before him. If he could control it, then maybe he would not need the potion. Severus was watching him, breathless against Harry’s willpower.

“How,” the man breathed. “Potter…”

Harry closed his eyes, forcing his body to calm. Dark energy surged through him like electricity, sensitizing his skin like it was on fire. He pressed back into the wall, his neck being thrown back as wave after wave hit him. In the next moment, he was on the floor, breathing harshly. Severus had been thrown backwards, but remained standing with his hand clasped brutally around his wand. Harry bit back the urge to scream at the man; he knew it was a defense to pull a wand on him.

“You,” Severus said as he approached him, pocketing his wand. “Unbelievable…you managed to keep yourself from transforming.”

Harry held his hand up against the man’s further advancement. “Stay away from me.”

“Potter—“

“Stay the bloody hell away from me! I can still feel it!”

Severus stopped and watched Harry incredulously. “What do you feel?”

“It’s trying to take over,” Harry could barely breathe against the force swelling within him. The beast within was violent and thrashing against his push against it. Severus began towards him again, and he watched the man with pleading eyes.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please…don’t let me become it.”

“Harry,” Severus said as he drew Harry into his arms.

“Don’t touch me,” Harry cried out trying to force the man away. “I don’t need your bloody pity!”

“It’s not pity, Harry,” Severus said near his ear. The force was back, stronger than it had been as his body once more began to react to the man’s presence. He growled against the urge to push the man down. Harry closed his eyes tightly, demanding the urge to leave him, but all it accomplished was his labored breathing and the arms around him to tighten. “Do not fight it, Harry. Let it come.”

“I can’t,” Harry croaked. “I need to control it.”

“Not with me,” Severus pressed a kiss to his head. “I will take care of you.”

“I don’t want this,” Harry said as he finally forced the urge down once more. His body was shifting beneath an energy that sizzled beneath the surface of his skin. He could feel it like a dark mass building at his core and seeping from him like perspiration. It was an overpowering feeling. He watched as Severus’ face grew grave.

“You need to feed,” the man demanded. “Your body is starting to react to denying yourself.”

“How do you know?!” Harry said as he fought the desire now threatening to take hold again. It was nearly killing him to do so. It was a feeling of starving and survival.

“When a creature is denied what it needs, much like a werewolf or vampire, its body turns a primitive control over and there is only destruction when this is done,” Severus said pressed another kiss to Harry’s heaving chest. The man pulled him upwards and pressed him into the wall, forcing his wrists above his head with one hand while the other worked his trousers, pulling them from his body. He could feel the trembling increase beneath the man’s touch as if his body was responding with relief to the answering call.

“Your body needs it,” Severus hissed as his mouth slid over Harry’s neck eliciting a moan from him. Harry licked his lips and swallowed as the relief washed through him once more. The building mass within him seemed to dissolve underneath the man’s violent assault. “Do you see now, Harry? Do you feel the way your body is calming at the mere touch of me?”

Harry could not deny it. The man’s touch was relieving his body of the tremors it had previous felt and the pain that had settled in the pit of his stomach when he denied the man and his urges.

“It feels the same for me as well,” Severus whispered low into his ear. Harry groaned at the touch of the man’s mouth to the sensitive cartilage. Merlin, everything felt incredible when that mouth was fast at work. His legs were lifted after the trousers were divested from him and then Severus was in him, tearing through him and deriving a sharp gasp.

“Focus,” Severus growled. “Imagine yourself as you were before, every detail of your body and put all of your energy into that image.”

Harry tried to focus, but his body was writhing with a pleasure that left him unable to think properly.

“Listen,” the man said almost as breathlessly as he pushed into Harry hard, touching a spot that surged with hot satisfaction. “Focus on the image of what you look like.”

Harry closed his eyes tightly imaging what he could of his body: dark brunette hair, green eyes, and tanned flesh. He looked at himself within like he would if he was before a mirror. Soon he heard the hiss of approval as Severus thrusted into him again, sending him reeling back in the pleasure of it.

“Well done, Harry.” Severus drove into him quickly as he felt the coming orgasm begin to nip at his skin. “You have just effectively changed your appearance to your previous form.”

Harry let out a moan as his hands clasped at the man’s shoulders. He noticed that his skin was normal and not the charcoal skin he had once transformed into. He didn’t have much time to contemplate it all as his orgasm sent him arching back against the wall and crying out in ecstasy. It was amazing the way the ripple of colors seemed to form around him throughout his bliss.

When he had come down from it, he was being settled to the floor by strong arms. Severus was wet with sweat and his body looked close to collapsing beneath him, though he held strong to Harry.

“It seems you can harness your power during the act,” Severus said evenly despite the heaving of his chest. “It will prove effective if we can somehow harness that energy before the act of feeding.”

“I don’t understand,” Harry said trying to regain his composure. “What do you mean my power?”

“The Incumutis is said to have a magic unlike a wizard, but it seems so far, that power only shows when you are in the middle of a feeding,” Severus straightened himself. Harry felt the steady coursing of power within him. “It seems that you do obtain greater power after a feeding, however.”

“How do you mean?”

“My power has exponentially increased,” Severus said with a small smirk. “No doubt this would be incredibly unfortunate information if it were to be known.”

Harry breathed and pulled his trousers from the floor before putting them on and sliding a hand through his tangled locks. “That should make my dating life considerably difficult.”

Severus’ gaze narrowed on him. “I do hope you are joking Potter.”

“Not in the least,” Harry said eyeing the man. He was still angry at the other for suggesting that what occurred to them was all because of his being in part an Incumutis. Harry refused to acknowledge that it was more than a possibility that it was completely the reason; he was still holding out hope.

“You will not do this to any other, is that understood?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry grumbled and kept his eyes to the floor.

“Look at me,” Severus demanded. Harry looked up despite the urge to ignore the man. “I am the only one you will turn to for a feeding. We cannot trust that you will be able to control yourself and in that case, you may end up hurting another.”

Harry laughed darkly, “Well in that case, what if Lucius is there and I’m hungry?”

Severus stiffened against the question. Harry berated himself internally for his inconsideration. Severus had been nothing but helpful to him since he came despite a bit of grumbling and sarcasm. He knew that the man was only doing what he considered to be best for Harry, but he couldn’t help but grow angry at the idea that he may be the only one really feeling something other than what this creature created in them. He was bitter, and he did not want to acknowledge that this changed things considerably when it came to happiness he may have had in his future.

“You say it so lightly, but were you not the one who refused him in the first place?” Severus’ eyes remained unreadable though Harry was sure the man was angry. “If you would like to chance the man using you or even handing you over to the Dark Lord, then do not expect me to come to your rescue should it occur.”

“I don’t need you to rescue me,” Harry said stubbornly against the taunt. “I can handle Lucius.”

Severus watched him for moments before the man turned and walked from the room. “Then please, Potter, go right ahead. I am sure he would welcome you with open arms.”

“Unlike some,” Harry yelled after the man. How did they always end up fighting? Harry was tired of arguing. Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes and fought the urge against chasing the other. He would not apologize; he would not be the one to admit defeat.

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Hours passed by and not once had Severus resurfaced from his room. Harry had kept himself in the living room though he did nothing but fiddle with his hands for the hours that passed. He could feel the surge of desire travel through him. He knew soon he would need to feed again, but he refused to beg the man to ease the urge. Standing from the couch, Harry walked from the room and to the front door, resolved that he would find a way around it. He wondered if he could bind himself to a tree and hold off his urges like werewolves locked themselves in safe rooms during their transformation. Unfortunately for him, his was several times daily and did not come around once in a full moon.

Groaning, he turned away from the door and quickly made his way to his room, glancing at the man’s bedroom door as he made his way into it. The door held no comfort as it was still closed to him. Walking inside the room, Harry looked around for the best way to keep him from turning to Severus for help. The urge was slowly becoming heavier within him, much as it always started. Harry focused on keeping his urges at bay as he threw up a silencing charm. How strong was this creature? Could it get through simple magic?

Harry drew out his wand and focused it on a spell to bind him the bed in the room. The coils of magic circled over him, weaving over his chest, arms, and legs and then finally around the bed. He let out a growl as the transformation began to color his skin. Focus Harry, he thought as he shut his eyes tightly to the transformation. He imagined himself as he was and fisted his hands within the binding spell.

His body writhed underneath the tightening of the coils over his body. The beast within was gradually becoming stronger and his urge to feed was beginning to make his body tingle with unresolved need. Focus Harry, he thought a bit more persistently now. His back curved against the binding spell and his fingers clawed at the bed. His eyes flew open, vivid colors dancing around him like waves of iridescent light. His heart was beating crazily in his chest as the power of denial was overtaking him in a furious way.

He cried out as pain struck through him, burning his flesh as he refused to give in. He could feel the binding spell begin to weaken. He bit his lower lip as another wave of pain rushed through him. It felt like someone was tearing his flesh. His eyes strained against the lights dancing around him. The binding spell was beginning to break underneath his body’s constant wave of dark energy. Hissing, Harry heard the door to his room open and steady footsteps lead straight to the bed.

“Merlin Potter,” Severus barked from above him. “What did you think this would accomplish?”

Harry could only see the steady white haze of his pulse increasing as the man spoke.

“I told you not to fight it,” Severus was over him, breaking the binding spell and running his hands over his flesh, a cool relief washing through him.

“I don’t want you,” Harry bit out but could not deny the man’s touches. Again, he gave into the sensations that pushed through his unsteady reserve. He wanted to deny the beast, but he could not with the man giving it exactly what it desired. His hands found their way to the man’s robes, opening them violently. Harry twisted his body, pushing Severus beneath him as he growled and lapped at the man’s now exposed skin. He tasted like salt and potion ingredients. It was sinful the way it rolled on his tongue. Harry moved lower, running his tongue down the man’s flesh as he ranked his nails into the sensitive skin. He heard Severus groan beneath him, feeding his desire to further devour the man. He pulled the man’s trousers open and immediately mouthed the man’s hot erection beneath the boxer-brief material. He could taste the pre-cum that wet a small spot just before he pulled the waistband down and swallowed the silky flesh. Twisting his tongue, he eagerly swallowed down every taste that touched his tongue.

“Your mouth is bloody incredible,” Severus hissed as he thrusted upwards, driving the large erection almost fully into Harry’s mouth. He growled around it, throwing his head downwards and swallowing the head into his throat. He could feel the man strain against the action, obviously trying to hold his orgasm at bay. Harry’s animalistic growls only served to continue as he ran the length of it upwards and then drove it back fully to the hilt. His own body responded to the way the man seemed to relish in the feel. Harry pulled off, crawling upwards and rubbing his chest down and along the other.

Severus watched him through lustful obsidian orbs as Harry pressed sporadic wet kisses to the flesh he roamed over. His tongue peeked out and tasted the man’s collarbone before he was violently turned so that the other hovered above him. He watched Severus devour him with his eyes, hungry to drive into him.

“I will tear you apart,” Severus hissed once more pressing demanding lips to Harry’s. Harry drove his nails into the man’s back as the wet swollen flesh drove to the hilt inside him. Harry cried out and groaned as he thrashed his head to the side. Severus made quick work of his lower half, penetrating him deeply. He was pressed heavily into the yielding cushion of the bed as Severus’ hands pushed just below the underside of his knees and up against his chest. The man straightened out his back, angling himself to drive into the spot in Harry the elicited a great fire of pleasure. It was Harry’s undoing three thrusts later; he was coming hard between them, his body shaking furiously underneath the orgasm. Severus groaned as Harry squeezed around him and milked his from him.

They both breathed hard against the physical exertions. Harry was unable to move as Severus pulled out and dropped down next to him, panting harshly. Harry swallowed to wet his dry throat and closed his eyes to the post-orgasmic sensations.

“Bloody hell,” Harry finally said.

“No more denying it Harry,” Severus said as he pulled Harry to him.

“Only if you stop rejecting my feelings,” Harry breathed.

“If you agree to bond with me,” Severus said watching him carefully. “I will no longer feel the need to.”

Harry smiled at him and brushed some hair from the man’s eyes. “Does that mean you love me?”

“Will you bond with me?”

“Yes,” Harry finally said as he smiled again at the man. “Cause Incumutis or not, I’m definitely in love with you.”

“As am I,” Severus pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead. It was a moment that Harry wished would last forever, but his body was sated, and he needed to sleep. So with a finally gentle kiss to the man’s lips, Harry gave way to slumber.

To be continued…

End Note: Gotta love angry sex. I have a hard time imagining Severus to be a sweet lover, so sometimes he can be a major ass! Haha, but at least he finally said something about it!
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