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Surprised, Severus?	By : Firesword Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 12357 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First Published in LJ on the 25th of August 2004
Edited on the 7th of October 2005

Surprised, Severus? A Snarry Fic...

Dear god, I'm exhausted. As I had mentioned several days before, a HP/SS NC-17 fic idea was running around my mind and creating havoc in there. Now it is done, but it's not beta'd. I hope I can focus on Transition now. I hate it when plot bunnies - even the useless ones - pop up. Off to bed now...

Author: Firesword a.k.a. Asmini
Title: Surprised, Severus?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling and so on... I only own the tiny muse.
Summary: HP/SS. Post-OotP. PostHogwarts. This takes place eight years after Harry has graduated from Hogwarts, and he is working as an Auror. He is just about to start a week-long vacation when he receives an invitation from Dumbledore. That means he has to go back to Hogwarts and see some old friend. Well, not Snape obviously, because the man has been avoiding Harry since Voldemort's defeat. So, Harry still acts like a Gryffindor ... and .....

Warnings: As I said, it is a Blue Flame (NC-17) fic. So, there's sex. Between two men. There's oral sex, anal sex, and a bit of kinky behavior too, but just a bit. Now, if you find these kind of things squeamish ... especially the pairing ... don't read ok? I don't want to give you nightmares.
Last wishes: For those who have dared to read this, please tell me what you think? Good? Bad? Awful? Hot? Should I just give up writing smut altogether?

~ Surprised, Severus? ~
by Firesword

It had been eight years since Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord and he had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Boy Who Lived was no longer a mere boy but he had become one of the most respected wizards in the world, despite his young age. Although he spent most of his time working as an Auror in the Ministry, he was still very willing to spend time with his friends' children and teach the youngsters the basics of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Today was one such day; he had just dropped by The Burrow to check out how his best friends' young twins were doing. It was past dinnertime as he walked home, one somber-looking wizard whose green eyes portrayed thoughtfulness. Harry really looked different now as his life transited into adulthood - his face had lost the boyish look that made most people ignore him, the lightning-bolt scar that had marked his forehead was gone, and he had finally found a hairstyle that really suited him. Molly, however, had insisted that it was not suitable for a working man, but her husband had told her in a firm voice that it was Harry's hair.

Harry gave an explosive sigh and lifted his face to gaze up at the summer sky. He smiled; he was going to have a week to rest before going back to the office. His eyes picked out his cottage that was screened by huge oaks but he did not quicken his pace. He had just entered the first ring of trees when he sensed movement over his head, and then a huge brown owl landed on a nearby branch. It dropped a white envelope, stared at Harry before hooting and flying off. Harry followed the owl's flight for a moment before picking up his mail. The letter was addressed to him.

This looks like Dumbledore's handwriting. Piqued, he turned the envelope over and found its back imprinted and sealed with a phoenix-imprinted wax. Yup - it's from him.
As he neared his cottage, the wards that protected his dwelling from intruders loosened slightly to let him through. He climbed the front steps with a smile - he always felt that way each time he gazed at the set of red furniture that Dumbledore had presented him. It was definitely something to remind Harry of the childhood he had spent inside Hogwarts castle. He passed his hand over the doorknob and waited for a loud click before turning it. Once inside, he paused to remove his boots and his cloak. There were sounds of pattering feet and two of his cats appeared from their hiding places and jumped at him.

He hugged them affectionately. One was a tiger-striped cat named Tiger and the other was a black Persian cat that he named Ash. They meowed adorably and he set them down. They immediately ran into the kitchen - no doubt, they wanted their dinner. He absently tucked Dumbledore's letter inside his pocket and paid attention to his cats. Half an hour later, Harry was soaked to his chin in hot water. It was so relaxing that he had nearly fallen asleep inside the tub. He chuckled to himself and suddenly remembered the letter. Narrowing his eyes, he summoned it from the bottom of the pile of clothes that he had shed.

It was a rather short note; Dumbledore had invited him for tea tomorrow afternoon. I don't see why I shouldn't. He dunked under the water. But what do I do when I see Snape? He pursed his lips thoughtfully. I'm not even sure I want to see him. He felt frustrated all of a sudden. He had thought that once Voldemort had been defeated, the Potions Master would at least see him as the way he was, and not some sort of a remnant of his father, James Potter. But no - Snape simply refused to acknowledge him ... or even his presence each time Harry visited the castle. And it certainly did not help Harry one bit that he had become increasingly drawn to the wizard he had tried - only Merlin knew that he had tried - to understand. However, each time when he thought he had sorted the man out, a new secret was revealed and it had made the man's personality even more confusing.

There's no point getting vexed over something you can't control, Harry told himself philosophically. You are going to finish this bath, have a bit of wine, read a book, and then get some sleep.

-oOooOooOo-

He had just Apparated into Hogsmeade and he dropped by the Three Broomsticks to say hello to Madam Rosmerta. She was delighted to see him and she had even forced him to take a cake to share with the Headmaster.

"Oh, Merlin. You really look dashing, my dear," she gushed.

Harry laughed softly. "Thank you." He was glad that someone at least thought he looked all right in a simple white shirt and black jeans.

"Are you on vacation then?"

"Yes - for a week." Harry smiled. "Don't worry; I'll be coming down here with friends on Wednesday."

"A little get-together?"

"Yeah."

Harry kissed the witch goodbye and began his walk. Several children noticed him and waved at him, but they remained where they were. It had taken him a bit of time to get to the gates and he was perspiring slightly. From a distance, he saw a familiar figure walking down from the castle towards the forest.

"HAGRID!!!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

The figure froze in his tracks and looked in Harry's direction. "Harry?! Is that you?" The huge man started to make his way down to the gates. Hagrid waited for Harry to reach the gates and the emerald-eyed wizard could see the broad grin on the half-giant's face. They exchanged a brief hug, chortling to themselves.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Harry said, smiling.

"It sure was, lad. Have you come to see Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes - he invited me for tea."

"Ah, best you go up then. Come by the hut anytime."

"It's good to see you, Hagrid." Harry clasped his friend's huge arm and gave it a light squeeze before going up to the castle. He had just crossed the courtyard when his skin prickled suddenly.

Someone was watching him.

His bright green eyes flickered as he scanned the walkways but there was no one in sight.

The feeling persisted even as he reached the Entrance Hall. He glanced over his shoulder quickly, but again, he saw nothing. He swore softly under his breath and proceeded to enter. He met the old wizard standing by the double doors of the Great Hall.

"Hello, Professor. How's everyone?" Harry said in greeting.

"Splendidly, Harry. Come in, come in. Professor McGonagall is inside and she is anxious to know how all of you are doing."

-oOooOooOo-

Severus Snape watched the figure crossing the lush green courtyard curiously. There was something familiar about the wizard but he could not put a name to the figure. Quietly, he followed the wizard. There was something about the man's chin - he wished he knew who it was and put an end to his curiosity. Snape was careful to stay close to the walls and thanked the heavens silently that there were small alcoves lined all around; it would provide him the means to hide if the situation called for it. He admired the stranger's body beneath that casual white shirt and a cute arse that was covered by a pair of dark Muggle jeans.

Who is he? Snape pondered, then quickly pulled himself away from the balustrade when the stranger below suddenly turned.

The Potions Master saw the pair of wary green eyes behind silver-framed lenses scanning the walls and they paused at the spot where he had stood seconds before. He heard the wizard swear and watched as the stranger entered the Entrance Hall. His heart beat rapidly and he muttered darkly under his breath.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, Severus? There is no further need to skulk. You can not even pleasure yourself with catching students doing something they should not be doing during the holidays," he grumbled to himself.

Snape was just setting his foot on the small, spiral staircase to lead him to the ground when it finally dawned on him.

Thick, raven-black hair - those broad shoulders - that proud stance - delicious chin - wary and brooding face. Snape felt as though someone had landed a solid punch to his stomach. Malachite-green eyes.... His body started to quiver and his legs began to wobble. He quickly leaned against the solid grey wall and tried to catch his breath. Merlin ... that was Potter. That was Harry Potter....

And he had just thought that the wizard had a cute, solid bottom.

"What in Slytherin's name was I thinking of?"

-oOooOooOo-

Tea with his ex-mentors had been delightfully entertaining but Harry knew it could have been more exciting if several other figures had joined in - Trelawney and Snape were missing. In fact, Harry was slightly disappointed that he had not seen Snape anywhere in the castle, and he did not dare to ask Dumbledore or McGonagall about the wizard's whereabouts. But why was Hooch deeply interested in my love life? He shrugged and trotted down the slope to go and meet Hagrid.

It was almost time for dinner and he hoped that Hagrid had stored something edible in his hut for both of them to eat. Hagrid had just come out from beyond the Forest and the huge man grinned broadly when he saw Harry. Nothing inside the hut had changed - except for the absence of the boarhound. Dumbledore had warned the emerald-eyed wizard that Fang had succumbed to old age and had gone peacefully in his sleep but Hagrid had become distraught when he had found out.

They had sandwiches and quail for dinner, and they filled the air around the hut with their voices. It was close to midnight when Harry had felt the need to walk around the castle - he was hoping to catch Snape before he had to return to his home. Fortunately, Hagrid had to go back to the Forest and seek out his cousin. That left Harry free to do as he wished.

But I can't surprise Snape in this. He stared down at his white shirt. Then he smiled, very, very slowly, and changed.

A huge and muscular black wolf emerged from behind Hagrid's hut and Harry swiftly ran back into the castle. He paused once he entered the courtyard and sniffed at the air. Oh damn ... I forgot the mean bastard's scent. But whose scent is this? His muzzle was pointed in the direction of the walkway several feet above him. Wait ... didn't I feel watched earlier?

He quietly loped forward while still contemplating. Now, Harry was suddenly curious to see where the scent would lead him. As long as it is not Filch. It could not be the caretaker because the man always had a distinctive cat-like smell. Harry shook himself and forced himself to focus on his target.

Whoever it was had gone down to the courtyard through the spiral staircase and had walked past the Entrance Hall. His quarry had then turned and descended the small staircase that led to the lower levels of the castle. When the scent turned into a familiar corner, Harry stopped and hid himself in the alcove nearby. So, he had gone into the kitchen but he was not someone who had joined us for tea. Wait a second - why did I say 'he'?

His ears twitched uneasily. After pondering on his options, he decided to head straight to Snape's territory. I have to hope that he does not spot me and hex me into something irreversible. All right, Potter, it's time you stalk your prey. Even as he thought that, he wondered what his real objective was once he cornered the Potions Master.

He cautiously skulked along the corridor and stopped by the Potions classroom. He could not feel Snape inside and turned to check the wizard's office. Snape was not there either. Where are his quarters? Harry wondered. He felt suddenly disappointed that he could not remember where they were. Damn.... So ... I'll track his scent and see if it leads me to some kind of false wall. But how in the bloody world am I supposed to sneak in?

Then an idea suddenly revealed itself and Harry grinned wolfishly. But first, he had to find out where Snape's quarters were.

-oOooOooOo-

Harry quietly stationed himself by the entrance of Snape's quarters. There was a single torch lighting the corridor and he had slowly, deliberately, vanquished it. He tilted his head to one side and listened for any signs of movement from behind the wall. He could barely hear it; Snape was reading something and the wolf could hear the sounds being made as a page was turned. Satisfied that the Potions Master was not aware of the tampering going on outside the corridor, Harry moved on to the next phase.

Being in his wolf form did not hinder him from casting magic - it was one of the advantages of being a powerful wizard and the ability to focus his magic without the aid of a wand. He let loose the spell that will cause the jar that contained fish eyes to crash to the floor - without even breaking into the storeroom in person.

Harry was certain that the magic would be strong enough to trigger the trip-lines guarding the Potions classroom and he waited for his spell to take on its maximum force.

Seconds after the burst of power and a loud crash echoed all about the dungeons, Harry listened to Snape's startled oaths. The Potions Master hurried to the entrance and then he was out, his dark black robes whipping about his legs as he stormed towards the classroom. Harry took the chance to pass through the false doorway.

He positioned himself in the remotest corner of the room, and faced the back of an armchair. All of sudden, doubtful thoughts plundered his mind. This is wrong ... I'm invading his privacy.... A soft, strangled whine escaped his throat before he could stop himself.

Damnation! Why do I always plunge headfirst into things?

It was rather too late to back out now because Snape had returned, and the wizard was furious.

Harry shivered - there was always something about the menacing-looking wizard that thrilled him. Tonight, it was the wizard's pair of shiny black eyes that held him mesmerized. Harry was not really paying attention to what Snape was saying until the word 'Potter' jerked him back to reality. Harry could not frown so his ears twitched continuously. After listening to the wizard for several seconds, he realized that Snape was still thinking of him as a student and the wizard was saying that he would catch the 'boy' himself.

Snape was still rambling, pacing the length of the room when he had suddenly snapped his mouth shut. The wizard turned to stare at the huge Slytherin crest above the fireplace, his face expressionless. The wizard blinked and his cheeks began to redden. There was also a slight look of chagrin, and it had appeared that the head of Slytherin house had realized that Harry Potter had graduated from Hogwarts years ago and was not likely to come back and steal his Potions ingredients. In fact, no students could have broken into the classroom because there were simply no students about during the summer holidays.

Harry smiled inwardly. He waited for a right moment to change back and embarrass the wizard further.

Snape muttered something under his breath some more and turned abruptly to sit on his chair. Harry's tail stiffened immediately and it felt as though every fur on his body was standing up straight. Miraculously, the greasy-haired wizard had not noticed his presence yet, or so the Animagus thought. Harry examined Snape in curious wonderment as his eyes followed the way Snape's hair moved then settled as the man relaxed. The Potions Master was just sitting on the black, leathered chair when the hand resting on the armrest had stiffened and Harry had found himself staring directly into two glittering, obsidian eyes.

Caught and I have no way of escaping without getting my tail singed, Harry thought wryly. Snape's jaw had turned slack and the wizard had become very, very pale in mere seconds. His obvious fear of the wolf unnerved Harry a little, since he looked nothing like a werewolf.

Snape had not moved an inch and Harry stared at his ex-teacher in puzzlement. The wizard's eyes widened when Harry took two steps to approach him and in another two steps, Snape tried to say something but failed. Harry went right up to the chair and circled it twice, and at the opportunity, he sniffed at Snape. He sensed that he had scared the wizard enough and he backed off. Harry went under the huge table that was between Snape and the fireplace. The wolf stared blankly at the empty space before the fireplace and a pale gold-colored chair materialized on it. It was Harry's favorite chair - he always used anytime he did any reading in his library.

One moment, the wolf was sitting on the floor. The next second, the wolf was leaping to jump onto the tall chair, and in the next, Harry was comfortably settled in his personal sofa. The emerald-eyed Auror gazed unblinking at the stunned professor.

"Tell me, Severus Snape," Harry began, "do you always think of me ... to blame, obviously, when your potion ingredients are being trifled with?"

Snape's mouth moved but no words emerged.

"I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted by that," Harry said with a small smile, and he noticed that the Potions Master's left eye was beginning to tick. He braced himself for the explosion.

"Potter! What are you doing here?" Snape barked sharply and he looked almost ready to charge into Harry. "Get out!"

Harry decided to ignore the man's hostile behavior. "Anyway, it really doesn't matter," he said, still smiling slightly. "How are you, Severus?"

Snape was ignoring him too; the Slytherin had stood up and he was pointing his wand threateningly at Harry.

The Gryffindor leaned back and watched the standing wizard calmly. "You weren't intending to go to sleep, were you?"

"Get out of my quarters, Potter," Snape hissed.

"No, I won't," he replied quietly. "Sit down, Severus, and point that thing somewhere else."

"Right between your legs," the other wizard muttered with unmoving lips.

Harry raised his right eyebrow in amusement and he did not bother to stifle his chuckle. That served to enrage the older wizard further.

"Please, Snape. I'm not going to back away and be out of your sight. I'm not a confused teenager anymore." Harry put on a pleading expression. "Just keep your wand back into your pocket, sit down, and have a chat with me." When Snape did not give any indications of intending to calm down, he added, "Or we can just skip the pleasantries and start trashing your neat, tidy space."

"Very well, Potter. Draw out your wand."

Merlin, is this man for real? "I didn't bring my wand along," he answered with a shrug. Snape's eyes widened and Harry knew that the wizard was trying to figure if he was lying.

"Then I shall be merciful. Get out of my chambers - and take that chair with you." The doorway appeared.

Harry rose to his feet, all the while gazing levelly at the man before him. "I'm not going back," he said, firmly this time round. Without taking his eyes off, he forcefully fed the wards and caused the entryway to close. Then he placed his own charms about the room and the door. "And I'm not going to duel with you. I don't want to have to explain to Professor Dumbledore that he has to get a replacement."

When a jinx bolted out of Snape's wand, Harry was ready to dodge, but he did not respond in kind. He had told Snape that he was not going to duel and he was going to keep his word ... hopefully. The Slytherin was excellent in hexing, and hexes and jinxes was shooting out of his wand in volleys. Harry was not quick enough and was eventually hit by one of the Potions Master's spells.

Had Snape not cast a charm that had vines coiling around his ankles and had caused him to trip, he would have crashed against the display cabinet. He hit the floor hard and gasped, and felt the shock waves traveling from his chest to his neck.

"Lacerare," he said through gritted teeth and an invisible knife slashed at the vines. It caused Snape to lose balance.

Harry jumped back to his feet and he lunged forward, forcing the disoriented wizard to topple backward onto the huge black table. The momentum had also made him crash against Snape, and Harry could hear the breath being knocked out of the wizard. He grappled with the man further, and tried to get the wand away from the owner. Something hard dug painfully into his stomach.

Bloody hell ... does he have a knife too?

He looked down almost absently, still not quite registering what was happening. "Snape, you're still a stubborn bastard," he panted and he braced one hand on the older man to reach for the wand. He finally got it and the wizard beneath let out a strangled groan. "I would have worn something more flexible if I had known that this encounter would be more physical. I just came down here to talk to you, find out why you have been avoiding me, but not wrestling with you."

"Potter - get off me," Snape ordered breathlessly.

"No - not until you give me your word that you aren't going to hex me into oblivion."

"Just get off me!" Snape hissed. Then his eyes suddenly rolled back and he started to tremble.

"Snape?" Harry grew cold all of a sudden. "Snape, what's wrong?" He carefully lifted his upper body off the wizard and inadvertently looked down at his hand. It was directly planted at the Slytherin's left hip and Harry's eyes were fixated at the huge bulge near it.

Harry blinked his eyes in disbelief. He was shocked; to find an aroused greasy Potions Master was unpremeditated. Did tumbling about cause it? he questioned himself, feeling a little light-headed. He still had not removed his hand; it felt glued to black trousers. Harry's green eyes slowly drifted upwards, and drank in the image of the sprawled wizard. Snape still had his eyes shut and he was still shuddering, though not violently.

Without being conscious about it, Harry lifted his hand and let his fingers trace the outline of the erection gently. It was peculiarly hypnotizing and soon, he had increased pressure on Snape.

Then it felt as though it was not enough for him - he wanted more. He wanted to feel Snape under his hand. Cautiously, he undid the wizard's trousers and it thrilled him to find exposed flesh. Harry looked at the wizard's face - Snape's lips were pressed into thin lines and his thick eyebrows were furrowed deeply in a frown. Harry passed his hand over the solid shaft before his fingers wrapped around it tenderly.

Severus Snape was big, bigger than those few men Harry had encountered were, and it was pleasurable to feel the pulsing flesh in his hand. Harry's own cock was now straining inside his trouser, which felt very agonizingly tight then. He started to pump the hardness and he was rewarded by a barely audible moan. Clear liquid was slowly beginning to coat Snape's engorged glans and Harry was suddenly filled with an overwhelming urge to taste it.

In his lust-filled state, he had hardly noticed the slight movement coming from his left and he was about lick the older wizard when a hard, blunt object had poked at his neck. Harry wanted to slap at the object in annoyance but he saw Snape gazing coolly at him. While Harry was preoccupied, the wizard had managed to retrieve his wand from Harry's hand - which had been busy doing something else rather than holding the wand.

Snape pressed the tip of the wand firmly into Harry's neck and it was starting to hurt. It left Harry no other choice but to get to his feet. The older wizard leered as he backed away, and the wand still poked painfully at his neck.

If he says that I'm a pervert ... or a slut ... he is going to have an eye that matches his clothing, Harry thought calmly. Or a much crooked nose perhaps....

Snape was making tsk-ing noises but thankfully, he did not say any of those things that Harry had expected. He did ask Harry to get out for the fourth time. The Auror might have taken him seriously if not for the fact that Snape's arousal was jutting out and convincing Harry that it would be worth his time if he could just give a blowjob. While he was staring at the hard cock, he had lost track of what the Potions Master was saying.

"What?" Harry asked in a dreamy tone. He tried to look at Snape's face but it was hard. It was hard when the organ was pulsing and it was definitely much better looking than the stormy face. Harry totally missed the incredulous look on the Snape's face.

Snape exploded. "Get on your fucking knees and suck me!"

Harry barely understood the words but managed to reply a weak sounding "Right." Then he was kneeling down and leaning forward, and he was licking Snape from base to the tip.

-oOooOooOo-

Snape could not believe that Potter was not paying an iota of attention to his words. He was already ashamed that he had gotten more aroused when the young man had pressed his body against his, but now, Potter was staring unblinkingly at his erection, which was pulsing powerfully as though it was appreciating the undivided attention.

He lost his temper and exploded, and the words came spilling out from his lips before he could stop them. "Get on your fucking knees and suck me!"

His eyes flared and he clamped his mouth shut, and then wished that he could disappear and hide in some dark cave. I can't believe I had just said that! Snape groaned inwardly and clenched his fingers tightly around his wand when Harry mumbled a reply, sank to the floor, scrambled forward, and a pink tongue started a cool, wet trail from the base of his cock to his precome-covered head.

What good is abstinence when I get this bloody hard when a body presses into me? Great Slytherin ... but why Potter?

Brilliant white sparks suddenly overcame his vision the minute he felt himself drawn into the sensuous, caring mouth.

Dear god ... Snape felt he had just transcended into heaven.

He let out a long moan, and forced his eyes to refocus. When he was able to see the room quite clearly, he looked down and watched Potter in a bemused sort of way. The savior of the wizarding world six years ago had his eyes closed and he was giving all the care and tenderness to that blood-filled organ. Snape looked further still, and saw the long line of hardened flesh trapped inside the pair of tight jeans.

That couldn't be too comfortable, Snape thought absently. He isn't even touching himself...

His balls tightened and he hurriedly pulled himself out of Potter's mouth, trying to stave off his climax. The Auror's brilliant green eyes looked back at him in protest.

-oOooOooOo-

Harry licked his lips and gazed pleadingly at Snape. His attention to the wizard's cock was so absolute that he had completely ignored his own erection. He sat back on his heels and brought his hand to squeeze his cock lightly through the fabric.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Snape said quietly with his nostrils flaring. It was as though he was having trouble trying to keep his breathing even.

Harry's jeans were beginning to feel slightly wet as liquid had started to permeate his thin boxers. "I thought you weren't in the mood for conversation," Harry replied and gasped when his cock gave a powerful throb. "This is a better activity, don't you think?" he panted. Snape's eyes were starting to glaze over and the need to climax was so strong in Harry that he almost tore off his shirt. Then something better popped into his mind and his fingers started dancing along his chest. He started to unbutton his shirt.

Snape followed his every movement. He was also beginning to remove his clothing, starting with the clasp that was holding his billowing outer robe together. Harry watched as the material slid off the wizard's arms smoothly and pooled about his booted feet. Then Snape dealt with the cuffs of his sleeves before unbuttoning his shirt.

Harry was already pulling his top off. He felt so hot and there were tiny beads of sweat on his thorax. He was definitely overheating. He looked up and Snape peeled a sleeveless grey shirt off his body.

The younger wizard stood up then, and he moved toward the Hogwarts professor. He laid the flat of his palm on Snape's chest and gently pushed the wizard back to lie on his huge table. Harry ran his hands down the Snape's upper body, squeezed the shoulder muscles slightly before moving downwards, and then he stroked Snape once. Harry was quite amazed that despite his age, there were not any signs of neglect or overindulgence. In addition, there was no paunch to speak of. Severus Snape gave a silent moan when Harry touched him and he felt the wizard tense as his hands settled on the firm and flat stomach.

"Who would have known that you have a great body underneath those layers of clothing, Professor?" Harry purred, his voice low and breathy. "You truly are a fascinating wizard." Snape did not answer and Harry did not care. He lunged forward and attacked one of the wizard's dark brown nipples. He lashed and teased it mercilessly with his tongue.

He felt one of Snape's hands squeezing his bum while the other came up to rest on the back of his neck. The hand massaged it, and grabbed at his hair occasionally. Harry gave Snape's other nipple the same treatment before planting noisy, wet kisses down the man's body, and he paused above the huge cock. He inhaled Snape's scent deeply and his own erection throbbed inside his jeans.

Hooking his fingers on Snape's opened trousers, he pulled them down to the knees and paused to remove Snape's footwear and matching black socks. Why does he bother wearing all of these? It's not as though he has to make an impression on wandering students. When that was done, he resumed his task and threw Snape's trousers over his shoulders.

He ran his hands over Snape's hairy legs and suddenly, a memory of Hermione and the girls popped into his mind. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the girls discussing the legs of boys and men. His bushy-haired friend was obviously commenting on her recent discovery of Ron's legs, and Harry had chanced upon their conversation. They did not see him of course. Parvati was asking if they had seen how his legs looked like. Hermione shrugged her lack of knowledge but declared, "They should be glad they're not expected to wear shorts. Otherwise, I think half of the population of Hogwarts would spend their time laughing instead of studying."

"And comparing just how hairy their legs are."

"Can you imagine Snape's legs?"

"Forget Snape - Lupin!"

Harry knelt on the floor and felt the strength of Snape's thin but muscular legs. Then he reached up to stroke the wizard's inner thighs for several minutes until Snape caught one of his hands and pressed it on his raging arousal. Harry was excited beyond measure, as Snape guided him to stroke his cock. Panting, he rose and mouthed Snape's heavy balls while he pumped the hot, hard shaft in his hand. Snape had removed his hand and Harry had a dim impression that Snape was clutching at the edges of the table. Harry flicked one finger over the small slit and rubbed at the continuously oozing precome all over the naked glans. His ears caught every sound that Snape made as he teased the wizard.

Need filled every inch of Harry's nerves and he quickly brought himself up to kiss Snape ferociously, his hands pinning the older wizard firmly on the table. Snape returned the kiss with equal fervor and slid his tongue against Harry's, alternately sucking and licking at it. Harry was unaware that he had half carried the Potions Master and he had repositioned him on the table so that Snape's long legs were not dangling over the table. And in all of that, Snape had slid one hand into Harry's jeans, offering some pressure - and pleasure.

They broke off from their heated kiss and Snape urged him to stand up so that he could remove the jeans that he was wearing. Shoes and socks - Harry was glad that he had worn the same colored ones - quickly followed the pair of jeans. Then he was suddenly in the danger of toppling over when Snape suddenly sucked his erection, right down to the root. His head spun and he grabbed at the older wizard's shoulders for support. But support or no, his knees were getting wobblier with each passing second. Snape continued to impale his face on Harry's rigid cock while one finger danced teasingly along Harry's crack.

"Severus..." Harry croaked. "Please ... Seve-" his voice trailed off, and he was lost in the pleasure of oral sex.

Snape sucked at him hungrily and carefully eased down on the table, his mouth still wrapped around Harry's manhood. The emerald-eyed wizard got down on all fours with the older wizard under him. His hips began to move in time with Snape's sucking, and then it quickly changed from just sucking to fucking. However, he pulled away and grabbed his balls. It prevented him from reaching his climax too soon, at least for some time. His lover - well, for the time being - looked up at him desperately and Snape - Severus, reached out to touch him.

"No - no, I don't want to come yet," Harry said breathlessly. He looked about the room in search of something. Snape's wand caught his eye; it had rolled off the table during their heated exchange. He narrowed his eyes slightly and he caught the flying wand deftly in one hand. Then he handed it politely to its owner. "Here you go, Severus. Now you can point it between my legs."

He did something he had not dreamt of doing and he had turned his back on Severus, before dropping down on all fours once more. It was unusual for him to take on the submissive role - or being a bottom to anyone. Harry decided it would be wise of him if he did not dwell on the thought, so he simply waited for Severus to make his move. When there were still no signs of movement from behind him, he glanced over his shoulder and found Severus studying him rather intensely. Severus stared at him for several more seconds before he got off the table and he then came over to stand before Harry.

The Slytherin's behavior surprised Harry and he slowly sat back on his heels. His head was tilted to one side, almost unconscious, as he was giving the wizard an inquiring look.

Severus kissed him, so tenderly that Harry nearly bolted in fright. When the wizard stopped, he did not pull his face away but rested his forehead against Harry's.

"If you want to do this, we'll do it properly," Severus said as he rubbed his cheek against Harry's own. The gesture was peculiarly cat-like that a purr had come out of Harry's throat involuntarily. "On a bed." The wizard kissed him again and Harry's heart threatened to stop beating altogether. "I'm not getting any younger with each passing year, Harry," Severus continued and he called Harry by his first name for the very first time. "I hope you will not mind if I prefer a more comfortable setting than this piece of stubborn furniture."

Harry could not find the voice to reply so he merely nodded and took Severus's hand. He let the man lead him to the innermost chambers.

"Why are Slytherins so fond of false walls?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's our nature to trick people."

One single candle appeared in the bedroom and Severus positioned it at the far end of the room. Harry clambered onto the bed and resumed his former position when his lover shook his head in disapproval.

"Lie down," the older wizard then ordered and Harry did as he was told. In their passage to the bedroom, both their ardor had cooled a little, but Severus had it in mind to rekindle it.

Harry watched Severus's eyes slowly closing as he came to rest on top of him, and both men let out gasps of pleasure as their cocks rubbed against each other. The younger wizard trembled, and his stomach tensed and relaxed unpredictably. Severus braced himself; Harry felt the man's muscles bunching slightly and gasped again when Severus thrust his cock, and smeared Harry's erection with his precome. That was enough to make his cock rock hard once more. The Slytherin did not stop but he did it again and again when Harry least expected it.

"Like that?" Severus asked and Harry - he did not realize that he had closed his eyes - looked up at his lover.

"Yes," he replied. He panted sharply as he felt the Potions Master rubbing against his cock in a circular motion.

"Like to feel my cock on you?"

"Merlin ... yes." Harry rotated his own hips to match Severus's.

"Tell me, Harry, when you had sucked it, what were you thinking of?"

"I - fuck..." Harry stared as Severus reached out from under him, grabbed his erect staff and slowly dragged the tip of his cock along Harry's shaft. That caused the Gryffindor to ooze much more liberally. "Oh ... fuck ... yes..."

"Answer me."

"Nothing ... uh ... nothing ... I'd just wanted to make you feel good. You taste good ... love the way you taste ... love the way you moan. Oh ... yes, yes, fuck me..." Severus was rubbing his hard cock against Harry's puckered entrance.

"You like to hear me moan?" That was barely a whisper.

"Yes," Harry breathed. He lifted one hand and pinched Severus's left nipple. That caused the wizard to groan and jerk, and his cockhead was suddenly inside Harry.

"Does it make you feel powerful, Harry? That you were controlling me?" Severus started to thrust in very slowly, although Harry had not been prepared.

Harry was not in the mind to complain, as he had managed to be quite accomodating to Severus's length. "Uh, it makes me high, Sever - uhhhh - harder. Harder." Harry spread his legs wider. He continued to watch Severus's expression as the man's cock slowly slid into his body. "Yes ... all the way in...."

"Like this?" Severus asked, and he slammed in suddenly. It raked over Harry's prostate gland and the younger wizard screamed in sheer ecstasy. Then Severus started to fuck him seriously. His cock plunged in and out of Harry's entrance at a blazing speed, and he moaned and grunted each time Harry's muscles tightened on him. "Like me fucking you?"

"Yes ... fuck ... come inside me, Severus," Harry pleaded before letting out a small whimper.

"Not yet, Harry," Severus panted. "Feel me inside you, moving in you ... Merlin ... I want you to remember this for the rest of your life..."

Severus fucked him steadily without breaking the rhythm and it slowly drove him to completion. It felt like the Potions Master was making love to him for the rest of the night before he was ready to climax. Harry felt like he was in both hell and heaven. Every part of him had suddenly become supersensitive and he was crying out each time Severus's restless hands had touched him everywhere - all except his cock that was screaming for release.

"Harry," Severus panted. "I'm ready."

That was all he needed to act, and he wrapped both hands around his hardness and started to pump it. "Severus, I'm going to come."

"Yes ... come for me�."

The minute Severus said it, every hair on Harry's body stood on ends. He felt his balls tightening and then he cried out as climax finally took over him. His orgasm was so strong and forceful that some of his own seed had actually landed on his face and opened mouth. He continued to jerk on his erection and he felt more of the sticky hot fluid splattering on his stomach and chest.

"Harry..." Severus gasped. He thrust his hard cock in and out of the Gryffindor's clenching hole feverishly. Harry could feel the cock deep inside him grew thicker and it throbbed painfully, and hit his prostate repeatedly. Severus let out a hoarse cry. His hips continued to move as his come sprayed deep into Harry's body. "Harry..."

They remained in their positions for several more minutes until the last waves of their orgasms finally subsided. Severus pulled out carefully and Harry gasped, and his cock twitched violently. Meanwhile, his lover smiled in satisfaction after seeing the amount of his seed that slowly dribbled out of his wet hole.

Harry could not move so he had allowed Severus to clean the mess, but he was surprised when the black-eyed wizard left the come on his chest and stomach alone. He was still trying to gather the last bit of his strength to banish the mess away when Severus had crawled back into the space between his legs and had begun lapping away at the pearly pools of semen.

"Exquisite," Sverus murmured. He lifted his head and kissed Harry. Then he finally crashed in beside Harry, and gave a sigh of satisfaction.

Harry felt exhausted and he wanted to do nothing more than to sleep, but Severus did not act as though he was at all ready to rest. Harry forced himself to remain awake.

"Does that happen very often?" Severus asked suddenly.

"What happens often?" Harry responded, and he turned his head to watch Severus with a curious expression.

Severus slipped his hand underneath Harry's shoulders and with an amazing burst of strength, he pulled the younger wizard closer. He started to nuzzle Harry's ear and neck. "That you get to taste yourself," the Potions Master whispered seductively.

Harry blinked and threw one hand over to rest on Severus's slim waist. "Actually, tonight was the first time that it ever happened."

"Is that so?" Severus asked skeptically with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes." Harry planted a soft kiss on the wizard's throat. "Severus, earlier just now ... why didn't you want me in that doggie-style position?" He looked up and watched Severus's eyes in the dim candlelight. He felt the way the wizard stroked his slightly damp hair.

"You looked vulnerable," Severus answered quietly and he kissed Harry again with peculiar tenderness. "It pains me to see you in that state."

"Oh...."

They exchanged another kiss before Severus finally doused the single burning candle with a spell and the two settled to sleep. In the last few minutes before Harry let sleep carry him off, he realized that the wizard that held him so lovingly had always cared for him since the day he came into Hogwarts as a student. He was always there to help....

-oOooOooOo-

Severus felt oddly contented when he stirred the next morning, and he thanked the heavens silently for blessing him with such a wonderful dream. He lay in bed to savor the feelings of satiation before he realized that the wonderful feeling had just grown more intense.

He moaned. It was just a dream, wasn't it? Something wonderful was making his insides quiver in pleasure. He opened his eyes and found to his amazement that it was no dream at all. His dream-partner was there with him, gloriously naked.

"Good morning, Severus," Harry Potter greeted warmly in a husky voice.

Severus's reply was immediately cut off and it was replaced with a strangled yell as waves and waves of intense pleasure washed over him. Merlin ... is ... he ... doing it ... to me? He struggled to calm his breathing and his rapidly beating heart.

Harry was not although he was sitting in between his legs. The Auror was not using his hands either, because both were planted on Severus's knees. There was another twinge and he gasped. "Harry!"

"Do you like that, Severus?"

"Yes ... but what is it?"

"Magic, Severus," Harry whispered and gave him a devilish smile. "Fuck ... but watching and pleasuring you like this is making me bloody hard."

Severus could only watch as Harry started to pump his erection. The Gryffindor was panting heavily and the Potions Master wondered for how long Harry had controlled himself. Green eyes watched him steadily. "Can I suck you, Severus? Can I suck you until you come inside my mouth?" Harry's other hand came to stroke his cock slowly.

"Suck me," he said in a strained voice.

This was definitely better any of his dreams and fantasies. He had Harry pleasuring his cock with a talented mouth, Harry was also doing magic to stimulate his prostate, and he could watch Harry pump his own raging hardness.

"Faster," he panted. His eyes followed Harry's rapidly masturbating hand. "Stroke that cock harder." Harry let out a moan and Severus groaned. As a reward, the magic that was taking place inside his body had become forceful and pleasurable. It was as though he was getting fucked by Harry himself. "Harder!" he yelled and felt his orgasm drawing closer. Then it became too much for him to handle. His hands quickly grabbed Harry's layered black hair and held the Gryffindor's head firmly. He dug his heels on his bed and quickly fucked Harry's mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Suck it! Suck it!" Severus moaned as he shot load after load of hot seed into Harry's willing mouth. He was still shooting his seed when his lover had pulled his mouth away. He fisted his own cock and coaxed the last few drops of his seed out.

Harry was growling and he had climbed over Severus, and then he had positioned himself until his cock was hovering above the Potions Master's face. Harry masturbated, and he breathed heavily as his emerald eyes bore in Severus's. The older wizard opened his mouth and eagerly waited for Harry to spray his load. Harry began to pump his hips in tandem with his stroking.

"God, Severus. I'm going to shoot my stuff on your face," Harry growled. "Here it comes," he hissed, aimed his cock at Snape's mouth as he began to spurt. Severus caught his price in his mouth and enthusiastically swallowed the bittersweet liquid. "Yes ... drink it all...." Harry then lowered himself and popped his cock into Snape's mouth, and allowed the wizard to lick all the come that still seeped out of his cock.

THE END

... probably....
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