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Title: Disguising Love

Author: Necromant aka Slytheriny

Rating: R

Beta: Turtle

Words: Approx. 5,200

(A/N) This fic
was written in the occasion of Obsessed1�s birthday (LJ user).

The clattering and murmuring were driving him crazy. The
pumping noise was escalating to a tormenting pitch. His ears throbbed, his
nostrils were burning with the elevated smoke density in the air, and his eyes
were heavy with sleep. Harry cursed the gods for being so stupid to accept Fred
and George�s invitation, to visit the gay bar they�ve recently discovered in
Knockturn Alley.

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Once, during a game of truth-or-dare, he naively slipped
that he swayed for the other side, in particular, he felt more attracted to
mature men. This revelation shocked to the bones his friends, who decided to
stop talking to him. Even Ron and Hermione couldn�t bring themselves to talk to
him � Hermione, being muggle born and Ron, being his room mate for years. He
felt betrayed by his friends and progressively, he started loosing his
enthusiasm and retreated into his inner shell, were only he and his thoughts
reined.

During the next weeks, he spent his time alone, haunting the
corridors and sitting in the remotest corner of the class � away from prying
eyes and disturbing comments. His new attitude earned him a lot of inquisitive
looks from the staff members and surprisingly enough, from the Slytherins. Once
� believe it or not � Draco Malfoy invited him to play a game of exploding snap
with him and the other Slytherins, but his desire to play games and laugh was
less than zero percent. He arrived to a point, where he forgot how happy he
once was, and ultimately lost his will � even to talk.

His taciturn days continued until once, during the Christmas
holidays, his partners Fred and George � who didn�t know about the current
desolate situation � paid him a visit, and brought him new product samples.
They immediately noticed his paleness and the dark lines under his baggy eyes.

�What�s wrong, mate?� they inquired, as soon as they took in
his appearance, �You look like shit. Something�s wrong?�

��

When they received no answer, they tricked him to swallow a
candy doped with veritaserum and made him spill the beans.

�Ah, that�s all?� said Fred, after hearing Harry�s story,
with an uncomprehending look in his eyes.

�Yeah,� Harry replied, still under the effect of the
veritaserum.

Then unexpectedly, the red-haired boys started to laugh.
Harry was confused � why are they laughing?

�Oh Harry!� George said, with tears of laughter in his eyes,
�Why didn�t you tell us before? We�re both gays ourselves.� Then the freckled
faced boy�s expression turned from, filled with mirth to a serious one,
�Though, I�d reckon you shouldn�t have told �em about it. Gays are still
discriminated mate, and you wouldn�t want to see the Daily Prophet�s headline
flashing �THE BOY-WHO-LIVED-IS-GAY�, in the front page. It would ruin your
reputation.�

�Yeah,� concurred his brother, �but don�t worry mate, we�ll
help you, and show you how to enjoy your sexuality and be discreet about it.� He
finished with a wink.

The following weeks, the twins took at heart Harry�s
problems and spent most of their weekends tutoring him about various aspects of
gay life. They showed him different disguising charms and how to use muggle
make-up. They even bought him a whole assortment of leather clothes and fishnet
shirts.

One Saturday afternoon, they deemed Harry properly educated
and ready for his first excursion into the gay world. The first thing they�d
done was to charm him to look a bit older, in his late twenties. Then, they
masked his face with black eyeliner, lip-gloss, and a brownish eye shadow. His
eyes were left unaltered, blazing emerald green, but without glasses � due to
temporary eye sight corrector. He then concealed his branding scar with a muggle
concealer. Now - clad in a pair of black tight leather pants and a silver tank
top, he was ready to hit on the street for the first time. He
apparated, together with the red-haired twins in an isolated area, where a
seemingly derelict garage was situated. The twins rapped on the door and
said some warped words. Then, they stood aside and gestured to Harry to open
the door.

When he opened the rusty backdoor of the bar, a wave of warm
intoxicating smoke hit his face. Then, he saw a lot of men talking, drinking
and some of them were doing things he only dreamt about during the night. When
he entered, a dozen pair of eyes turned to scrutiny him. His gaze fell on a
man, who was giving him a predatory look, and feeling like a deer caught in the
headlights, he wanted to turn his heels and run away from the scene to go back
to the safe sanctuary of his dormitory and curl into his bed � If it wasn�t for
Fred and George he wouldn�t be in this situation. As they made their way near
the bar, the red-haired twins were greeted by some men, Harry trotted behind,
looking at the intricate patterns drawn on the floor. When they arrived near
the bar, they greeted the good looking bartender and offered him a drink, which
he drank eagerly since the tight leather and the hot air, were making his
throat dry and made him really thirsty. Then, with a last wink, they left him
alone, sitting on a stool with the leather pants clinging to his legs making
him apprehensive listening to the music and looking at the floor.

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The buzz wasn�t the only thing that was making him nervous,
he was thinking about school and if somebody notices he wasn�t in school, he�d
be expelled. A rich voice interrupted his musing. He looked up and the sight
that greeted him made his throat constrict. In front of him was a gorgeous man,
looking in his early thirties, with obsidian eyes and long shiny ebony hair. He
too was wearing make up and leather pants, he had a dark green lycra shirt and didn�t hide his pronounced muscles. Harry
felt himself blushing, gaping like a fish at this man�s torso. The other man
chuckled and looked amused at Harry�s antics.

�Hi, my name is Greg,� the man introduced, �I�ve seen you
alone and thought you�d do with some company.� He finished, with a breathtaking
smile.

�Umm�Hi, I � I�m � Roger,� stuttered Harry. He didn�t want
to reveal his identity to the stunning man, who now had his eyes glittering
with amusement.

�Care to dance?� Greg inquired, offering his elegant looking
hand.

�Umm� Yeah � okay, but I�m not so good at dancing.� The
emerald-eyed young man said honestly.

Harry took the dazzling man�s hand and was lead to the dance
floor where other men were dancing.

�Look at me, pretty eyes.� The tall man said, noticing
Harry�s apprehension.

Harry looked into Greg�s eyes, and found himself engrossed
with the expressive obsidian eyes. He shook his head � to come back from dream
land. Once again the man chuckled and murmured with his silky voice.

�Is this your first time? � In a gay bar I mean.� When Harry
nodded he brought his face near the boy�s ear and whispered seductively. �Don�t
worry; I�ll take care of you tonight.�

Harry, who was by now seeing snitches, shivered when he felt
Greg�s hot breath in his ear. He was becoming aroused and the proximity of the
other man wasn�t helping this situation.

�Follow my lead.� The tall man said.

Harry felt arms encircling him, setting on his waist. The mysterious
man stepped closer, and pressed his hard body to Harry�s. Then, they started
moving languidly with the soft music. Harry was becoming more and more flushed;
he turned his head sideways and glanced around, to see if they were being
noticed. He saw three men groping each other, two of them were kissing,
devouring each other and the other one was grinding himself
on the back of one of the other two. The sight made the green-eyed young man
groan, who unconsciously stepped closer to the dark angel that was dancing with
him. He was so aroused that he didn�t realize he was rubbing his erection on
the other man�s thigh � that is, until he heard a sudden gasp from the other
party. He looked up and was about to utter an apology when the obsidian-eyed
man crushed their bodies tighter, making his erection known to Harry. The young
man, who was now panting slightly wetted his lips and waited for the other man
to make his move. The kiss was everything and more than Harry expected �
Nirvana was nothing compared to this. His lips were warm and oh so wet, his hot
tongue was caressing his mouth, rubbing and licking everything he found in his
way. Harry moaned and opened further his mouth, his hips started moving their
own accord and when his erection rubbed with the other man�s he moaned loudly.
He was starting to feel lightheaded and with a lustful glazed expression he
looked up � just to see a mirroring lusting expression. Harry was getting
anxious about what was happening. It was his first time he was doing this with
a fully grown man. Awkwardly he moved his hands up and hugged the man and said
in a hushed voice.

�I don�t know what to do� I � I�m sorry.�

The striking man extricated himself from the bone crushing
hug; softly clutched his chin and lifted his face so that the emerald-eyed boy
looked directly into his concerned ebony eyes.

�Listen to me young man � I didn�t want to have sex with you
tonight. I only wanted to get to know you better and have some fun, you looked
to gloomy there sitting alone. What happened here was a bit rushed. I�m sorry
for giving you the wrong impression. Maybe I can make it up to you another time
� at dinner, perhaps?�

�Oh yes please! I � I mean yes, I�d love to.� Harry said
eagerly.

�Is next Saturday good for you? At about seven o�clock?�

Harry nodded and flashed one of his rare genuine smiles,
which was repaid with a dazzling smile from Greg. The last arrangements for
their next date were made and finally after giving the last goodbye kiss they
parted for separate destinations � or so they thought�.

Harry met the twins, who were in the company of two young
attractive men and told them he was going back to school. But before going back
he went in the toilet and cleaned his face, leaving only the scar concealed.

The dormitory was filled with snoring teenagers, two of them
sleep talking. He undressed, took a cold shower and went to sleep.

During the next week, nothing unusual happened. As usual he
was treated like scum, received dirty looks and nasty comments, but this time
he didn�t care. For the first time in his life he was glad he was gay. Greg,
the mysterious man, made him feel alive for the first time after his
unfortunate slip. He felt his stomach flutter every time he thought of his
upcoming date, which soon enough arrived.

After a few tips from Fred and George, Harry was getting
ready for the date, in the room of requirements. He bought a dark blue dress
robe for the occasion. After dressing he cast the aging and eye correcting
charms. Then he put on some light silver eye shadow and concealed his savior trade mark from his front. With a last glance and a whistle from the mirror,
the raven-haired young man hurried away towards the apparition zone and
apparated in Knockturn Alley.

When he arrived near Borgin and Burges, he caught his
breath. Greg was gazing at the other side of the Alley, oblivious to the
awestruck emerald green eyed man. The lamplight was bathing his dark angel,
illuminating his long dark hair, and giving Harry a full view of his attractive
face. He was too, wearing a dress robe. It was a silk dark green one with
silver velvet straps on the collar � the word Slytherin screamed in Harry�s
head. He smiled shyly, thinking about divine apparitions, and approached him,
gazing into the glittering obsidian eyes.

�Hi!� Harry said excitedly, disrupting the silence.

�Roger! Oh wow! You�re beautiful tonight.� Greg said in awe.

�Umm�thanks. You too look stunning.� The raven-haired young
man replied with a smile. �So, where are you taking me tonight?�

�Ah, that�s a surprise. Let�s start walking, it�s a bit
further down the Alley, we�ll talk along the way.�

Harry followed eagerly. When Greg asked questions about
Harry�s life, the green-eyed boy, made up excuses to evade the questions. The
long-haired man stopped near a restaurant named The Wizards Den and opened to door to Harry � He was a real
gentleman drawing the chair for the young wizard, putting the table cloth on
his legs, and ordering the best wine on the list. As time passed Harry realized
that the man had an enjoyable sarcastic side and was quite witty. They
conversed about almost everything. When Harry incidentally mentioned the
legislation of the wolfsbane potion, Greg�s eyes shone with a tinge of passion
and the discussion turned completely on Potions. This made Harry�s mind stop
and take a real look at the man sitting in front of him. His eyes and nose
looked really familiar � but no it couldn�t be�He shook his head, and then
started to laugh, receiving a baffled look from Greg.

�I � I�m sorry,� he managed to rasp out of his laughing fit,
�I was just thinking, about something�� then he burst out laughing again,
harder. �I � I was thinking, that � you look � you look like�� at his point the
laughter turned into a hysterical one. A warm hand on his brought him back from
the fit.

�It�s OK,� the older wizard soothed. �Look at me, don�t
think about him, think about me, about this�� Then he leaned forward and kissed
Harry. The kiss was softer and more romantic than the first one. The intensity
of the kiss made him want to shed happy tears � which he did. They stopped when
their backs started to ache.

Once they paid and left the diner, they resumed the kissing
� but this time without people looking at them, they didn�t hold back. When
they were passing trough an isolated passage, Harry felt himself being pushed
in a corner. He was held, trapped between the wall and his dark angel. The
thrill of the situation made him tremor � he was now at his mercy and this
turned him on. A pair of thin lips attacked his neck sucking and licking, he
couldn�t stop from moaning in pleasure. He felt himself growing hard, the blood
was rushing between his legs, and the constriction was making him itch to rub
himself with Greg�s leg. When the kissing and sucking turned more fervent a
pair of cold hands unbuttoned his robe, which fell on the floor, and then
crawled into his shirt, making his nipples harden with the cold touch. When the
hands touched his hardened buds, Harry�s knees buckled and fell on the chilly
wall that was now supporting him. Greg took the opportunity to press his body
to the young wizard�s. Their erections were aligned and they both started
rubbing each other. Harry�s hands sneaked into the ebony-haired pants and felt
his hot length pulsing in his boxers. With a sudden spurt of Gryffindor
boldness his hand infiltrated inside and curled along the hot throbbing cock.
The older wizard gasped and fell on Harry, both resting on the wall. A few
strokes and massages was all it took for them to cum. The evening passed
marvelously.

Roger and Greg continued to meet each other
regularly � they visited various places from the opera to the gay bar, in which
they initially met. Harry was lately living in a dream, in a fairytale, but
unfortunately like every fairytale, it was based on a lie, on fiction � yes
because Harry didn�t have 25 years, his name wasn�t Roger, he was a 17 year old
teenager, foolishly in love with a man he met weeks ago. His conscience was
killing him, drinking from the fount of happiness he finally found. His thirst
to continue the relationship with the dark angel made him once come to the
decision to reveal his identity. He was almost hundred percent sure that his
love would accept the situation � but alas, little he knew about the Greg�s problem�.

When they met the next Saturday evening, Harry took his time
and when they arrived near the bar�s entrance he turned his anxious face
towards the older wizard and slowly started�

�Greg, listen before we enter, I wanted to tell you
something.� He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and continued. �I � I�m
not exactly what I seem to be. I mean�� he drifted off when he saw the shocked
look Greg sported � it was turning to be harder than he expected. He looked
into the obsidian eyes and muttering �it�s now or never� his expression turned
somber and said �I�m not Roger McAlister, my name is�my real name is �� He
didn�t know why he did it, but after a few garbled incantations, the body of
the twenty five year old warped into the seventeen year old one. Harry Potter,
in all his teen glory stood in front of the bewildered older wizard, his jaded
eyes were now clouding with panicky tears and in a cracked voice he pleaded,
�But listen to me Greg, I promise you, I really care for you! I think, � I
think I�ve fallen in�� His speech was interrupted when Greg�s hand was upon his
mouth.

�D-don�t say it please. You�ve already done your worse.� The
ebony haired wizard almost sobbed. �How could you keep something that vital,
how could you � how?� he whispered in a broken voice. He took a last look at
the weeping emerald-eyed wizard in front of him, wiped the tears that were
sliding down his face, turned and flew away, leaving a broken sobbing wizard
behind calling �wait please, I need you!�.

During the days that followed, the young wizard faced the
worse days of his life. After tasting love and its intoxicating passion for the
first time, he couldn�t bring himself to accept that it was all over. His once
source of happiness, turned into a sickening sensation. To make matters worse,
apart from being ignored from his ex-friends, Potions had become unbearable.
Professor Snape�s mood was sourer than ever � Harry couldn�t even breathe and
not receive a mind bashing lash at his person and all the people he loved. The
fact that the Potions Master wasrediredibly identical to Greg � his eyes, his
gestures, his voice and sometimes even his expression � made everything more
hurtful to the emerald-eyed young wizard. His days always ended in the
dormitory, pouring out his soul out into the pillow, shedding tears and heart
wrenching sobs.

He tried to hide the pain from his face by smiling at his
once friends, saying �thanks�, every time he received an unpleasant comment �
once, a Hufflepuff swore he heard him singing in a corridor. It was official,
in Hogwarts rumors were spread that the boy-who-lived finally cracked.

Harry didn�t mind the rumors nor the prying looks he was
given. He lost his precious angel � nothing else mattered. He went back to the
non-speaking mode and retreated once again in his shell. He lost his will to
live � his life was aimless, everything he�d done brought him a lot of pain.
During one of his lonely nights he woke and resolute to bring an end to his
miserable days, he walked out of the dormitory hidden in his invisibility
cloak, and headed straight to the astronomy tower. As he approached the tower,
a gloomy figure was seated on the cold floor, half hidden in the shadow,
hugging his knees. The moon was floating in the clear dark sky, and its pale light
was bathing the wizard, making his face gleam in the moonlight. The
emerald-eyed wizard gasped, the figure reminded him of Greg � he had the same
faraway expression his dark angel used to have. His suspicions about the real
identity of Greg were coming out to the light. He recalled the time when he
asked the ebony-eyed wizard questions about his life, he always received vague
answers � mimicking the young wizard�s replies to similar questions. The only
thing he was sure of was that he had a sane obsession for potions � which made
him think of Snape more than once during the heated conversations.

He turned his head towards the glimmering stars, trying to
sort the bizarre thoughts that were running wild through his head. A sigh, and
a muttered �why me� brought him back to the current situation. He strained to r whr what the Potions Master was saying, and then, suddenly, he picked up the
answer to his musings from Snape�s own lips � the older wizard was talking to
himself, unaware of being observed, and unconsciously was heaving all his
thoughts into his mouth.

�Roger�Harry�� He
was whispering, �Why? � Why him?�

Those words flashed into Harry�s head, his suspicions were
affirmed from the wizard�s own mouth. Suddenly, he felt his blood boil and his
hands started to shake uncontrollably with rage. He was the one who felt
cheated � he was the one who broke his heart. How dare he
make his life hell? � How dare he leave without listening to the
entire story? Harry, fuming and feeling impossibly hurt, approached the
mourning wizard on the floor, let his cloak slip and with tears of wrath in his
eyes he cried �

�YOU? You,� he started, pointing a
trembling finger at the obsidian-eyed wizard, who looked like a deer caught in
the lights, �� you�re Greg? The same Greg, that left me when I wanted to be
honest with him? How could you do this to me?� his voice shook and Harry lost
all the strength he had a few minutes ago. He fell on the cold floor trembling
with fury. A tearing sensation was constricting his heart making him choke the
words he was going to say.

�R-Potter � I don�t know what you expect me to say.� Replied
the pale looking Potions Master. �I admit, I was wrong to disguise something that relevant from you, but what would
you have me do? How could I accept the fact that I�that I was falling for a
seventeen year old teenager? How could I condone the fact that you are a
student and that I was teaching? I left because that was the right thing to do,
you have to live your teenage years free from any kind of long term
relationships. It�s quite unfortunate that you had to discover my true
identity...�

�Live your teenage
years?� mocked Harry, �LIVE MY FUCKING TEENAGE YEARS! You don�t even have
an idea of how much pain you�ve caused me. Live, you say, humph! I came here
planning to kill myself! I bloody hate this life! My friends deserted me, everyday I have to sustain all the vile words
homophobic students throw at me. I�m scared of being caught alone and get
beaten.�

He stopped and tried to relax his nerves. When he deemed
able to continue he started talking in a broken voice.

�My life at the Dursleys is horrible, there, I�m treated
worse than a house elf, but I didn�t really care because I considered Hogwarts
my real home, but now � now everyone hates me. There were even times, when I
really felt desperate, that I wished that Voldemort killed me back then, when I
was a one year old. Next, I found myself t awt away by an angel, who gave my
aching heart a tug and broke its chains. His gentle ways and devotion made my
existence bearable; I arrived at a point, where I could even say �I am happy to
be alive�. Our relationship blossomed and I was falling in love with him, I
loved him so much that once, I decided to reveal to him my true identity. I
thought that our affair went beyond image and age � I was wrong. He � You left
me � you left me alone � again. I can�t take this anymore�I won�t.�

The pained green-eyed wizard stood up filled with determination,
and launched himself towards the edge of the astronomy tower � only to be
caught by two strong hands.

�No! No don�t you dare to jump! I left you to live, not to
die. Please stay�� He couldn�t bring himself to say �stay with me� � the older
wizard felt lost. �I�I don�t know what to do. I can�t deny the fact that I care
for you. I can�t say I didn�t enjoy our dates. Can�t say I don�t miss him �
you. But you�re my student, twenty years junior; I went to school with your
father for Merlin�s sake!� He suddenly cried in anguish. �But I�I can�t
continue living like this, I � I love you Rog � Harry. Oh god, kill me now!�

�Oh Severus! Why didn�t you tell me before? I love you too;
we could have arranged something together��

�What do you expect?� interrupted the professor�s shaking
voice, �No one will tolerate our relationship, and you�re still my student! I
don�t know what to do. Damn you for putting me into this situation!�

�But you said you loved me!� replied a likewise broken
voice.

�I do � oh heaven have mercy, I do!� The obsidian-eyed
wizard yelled in frustration.

�Then kiss me, we�ll meet as Greg and Roger in public, we�ll
keep everything secret until I graduate, a few months from now.� Harry hopefully said, his jaded eyes shining
with raw emotion, with need.

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The look was too much for Severus, who leaned forward and
locked his lips to the tender young ones, tasting once again the unique warmth
of his loved one. They kissed passionately, their bodies emitting welcomed heat
into the chilly air. Then the old wizard held out his hand and with is lust
filled voice he said, �Let�s move to my chambers, not here.�

Once again, hidden in the invisibility cloak, he sauntered
next to his professor, headed into the chilly dungeons. The walk was filled
apprehension but the young wizard�s heart was leaping into his chest. He was
recalling all the enchanting moments they spent together

� The first day they met and the mind reeling dance that
followed.

� The day they went to watch Shakespeare�s �Macbeth� and the heated discussion they
had after the play regarding Macbeth�s overzealous ambition.

� The day they went strolling into Muggle London, catching
the train like normal muggles, feeling the muggles staring at their Goth attire
and laughing at their antics. There was a lady who kept walking straight into a
streetlamp, who blushed after seeing their amused expression.

� The night they went into a karaoke bar. He smiled
remembering the pleasant surprise he received.

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He was at the bar, discussing the meaning of the muggle
termed �shooter� with the bartender. Greg had just informed him that he needed
to use the rest room. After approximately a minute, the music stopped and the
lights dimmed. Harry looked up puzzled at what was happening. Then, a reflector
lighted a round spot at the end of thr, ar, and in it appeared a lone figure,
when he raised his head he recognized as�Greg. The jade-eyed wizard gasped �
what was Greg doing?
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The music started, with what appeared a sort of opsongsong and a startling rich voice reverberated in the room. �When love breaks up, when the dawn light wakes up, a new life is born � somehow I have to make this final Breakthru�Now!�
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The tune of the song changed completely and Greg started slowly moving in a predatory way towards the spot where Harry was seated. Then he started singing, looking directly at the startled emerald eyes. �I wake up � feel just fine, your face � fills my mind, I get religion quick � coz you�re lookin� divine. Honey you�re touching something � you�re touching me. I�m under your thumb, under your spell can�t you seeeee..� 
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Harry was now Gryffindor red; his stomach was making flip flops and his eyes were stinging with what seemed to be tears of awe. 
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(Breakthru by Queen)
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Flashback-----------------------------
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�Harry!� The ebony haired wizard exclaimed under breath,
�Are you coming in or not?�

His smile broadened when he realized, he was once again with
his angel, even if it was the Potions Master. He may be greasier than his Greg
but it was still him � The one that made his heart beat, that made his days
bearable, the one he was longing to kiss. The Gryffindor leaned into the
Slytherin, and with his hand on either side of the elder�s face, kissed him
with all his might. His lips against the other�s like heat. He kissed him,
wanted to taste him, as if he�d reach into his mouth with his tongue and his
lips and pulm inm inside out.

Unconsciously he silently whispered, �Make love to me,
Severus.� He never stopped kissing him, even when he slid his hands down,
unbuttoning the Potion�s master robe. He gazed into the obsidian eyes, which
were glazed with lust and love and saw that he finally came to the decision, a
decision that made him utter, �Yes.� � one word, holding so many implications.
He wasn�t only accepting to make love with him, but also to continue their
relationship no matter what happens or other people say.

The need to feel their naked bodies pressed together was so
much that they literally tore each others clothes. The young wizard found
himself being pushed into the bed and fell unceremoniously on it. He felt a
hand in the middle of his back, kept him from turning around. Then he felt a
body molding himself to his, wrapping his hands around his chest. He kept him
unmoving with his body and arms, they were so close, Harry could feel the
unwavering beating of Severus�s heart. The ebony-haired wizard�s face leaned
downwards, making his silky hair brush against Harry�s face, making him whimper
and utter, �Fuck me, Severus, oh please fuck me!�

A shudder ran through the elder wizard�s body from too
ho
head, and his breath fell out in a long sigh. His hands slid over the young wizard�s
waist. His hands so hot, moving slowly, caressing his body were making the
emerald-eyed wizard want to cry out. When he touched his stiffening erection,
he did cry out and mumble incoherent things. Severus then, turned him, locked
his arms against his buttocks and lifted him. His mouth found the young
wizard�s nipples and started licking and sucking, while grinding their hips
togr alr aligning their taut erections. The feel of their bodies together was
almost enough to make Harry cum.

After a quick lubrification spell, the Potions Master
inserted a first finger into Harry, making him gasp and tremble.

�Shhh, relax. I�ll take care of you from now on.� Was the
soothing reply.

And care he did take � after stretching him, he positioned
his cock and languidly moved into him, making him quiver. Slowly he slid in and
out of his body, giving and taking pleasure, sharing his body with the other�s,
coming together as if planned and muttering words and promises they both knew
they�ll be able to keep � even if that meant keeping secrets from the others
and making sacrifices, because they both needed the love they offered each
other.

Fin
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