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Come in the Sarcophagus	By : Phantomhive Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11742 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copy write or trademark infringement is intended.

Come in the Sarcophagus

“Come in the Sarcophagus.”

Harry moans softly, his whole body trembling in need at the silky words whispered in his ear. Harry didn’t have some perverse fetish with coffins or anything but it was hard not to quiver in desire when his lover spoke in such a blatantly erotic tone, the man’s pale fingers working each and every one of Harry sensitive points like clockwork.

Not wanting to waste even a minute Harry quickly scrambles into the sarcophagus, the boy’s cheeks flushed in need as he stares into Severus’ inky black eyes.

“Lay down.”

Harry trembles again, the slender boy nervously laying down in the coffin, his emerald green eyes wide with apprehension coupled with desire as he keeps his green-eyed gaze on his lover. Severus gives Harry a deliciously sinister smile before leaning over the Gryffindor, the man’s gaze alight in hunger.

“Well, well, well…whatever shall I do with my little Gryffindor prize? Perhaps I shall close the lid and keep you mine forever.”

Harry finds himself trembling once more though this time it had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with fear. It wasn’t the words per se, but of the thoughts those words produced. Clenching his hands tightly, Harry can feel his nails digging into the soft skin of his palms, drawing blood as the boy-who-loved desperately tries to get his thoughts away from the claustrophobia that was clouding it, away from the Dursley’s and Privet Drive and that damnable cupboard under the stairs.

Somehow Severus must have known what Harry was thinking, for in the next moment the man is on top of his lover, making small hushing sounds at him and pressing thin lips against Harry’s cheeks as he kisses away the tears. “You are mine now, Harry. I will never let them hurt you again. Hush.”

“I know Professor, I know. It’s just…”

Instead of telling Harry to hush again Severus silences the boy with a gently press of lips on lips, the pale man guiding Harry’s tongue from the boy’s mouth so that Severus can greedily swipe his own against it. In no time at all Harrry’s mind is away from the Dursleys’ and once more filled with desire as he eagerly arches his body into the Professor’s, slender limbs wrapping around the man to draw him closer.

Moaning as loud as he was Harry almost doesn’t hear the soft chuckle it produces from his lover though the boy does hear clearly the softly whispered words from the Potions’ Master there. “I thought you were eager to see my sleeping chambers.” The mirth in the Professor’s voice is unmistakable.

“Yes but I didn’t know you actually slept in a sarcophagus. I wanted to see your bedroom for, you know, the bed.”

Chuckling Severus lets his lips press to Harry’s neck, the man’s teeth grazing across the sensitive skin before he slowly drags them lower. The hint of blood was making him heady with desire of a different kind, and reaching down elegant fingers Severus wraps them around Harry’s small wrist before bringing the boy’s palm up to his lips. With black meeting green Severus gives the boy-who-lived a feral grin, flashing the Gryffindor his vampiric fangs before letting his tongue swipe across the warm skin, licking up the blood that had already pooled in the little puncture wounds.

Severus can hear Harry mewling in pleasure, and smirking against the boy’s palm the vampire quickly repeats the movements to the other palm before letting his tongue flick across the boy’s bellybutton. When Severus tongue brushes against the little trail of hair just beneath the Gryffindor’s naval Harry arches his back.

“Ahhh, Professor…”

Harry’s fingers are tangled in his Professor’s hair, and when Harry feels Severus’ fangs scraping against his tanned flesh the Gryffindor golden boy toes curl, a muffled groan escaping his lips as his hands seem to get a life of their own, the slender fingers fervently trying to push his Professor’s mouth just a bit further south.

Severus complies of course, since his intention of having Harry climb into his sarcophagus did involve the boy’s cock. Taking a firm hold of the stiff appendage Severus cocks a dark eyebrow at Harry, a playful smirk on the man’s lips as he speaks. “No wonder my earlier meal was lacking. It seems all of your blood has traveled down here.”

Harry squeaks softly as Severus tightens his grip before the man’s skillful fingers begin to expertly stroke Harry’s cock, from the base all the way to the tip with that oh so perfect little twist at the end.

“Suck me Professor, please.”

“Suck you?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Suck you dry?”

“Yes!”

Severus smirks before letting his vampiric teeth flash in the candlelit room, and trying damn hard not to laugh Severus focuses his inky black gaze on Harry’s moss green eyes as the man playfully presses his teeth against Harry’s cock. Not hard enough to cause any pain of course but just enough that the boy can feel Severus there and know exactly what type of situation he was in. “Do not worry, minx, I shall most definitely suck you dry.”

Harry’s eyes grow as large as saucers and the boy’s mouth falls open in shock, but before the boy-who-lived can utter a protest Severus takes his cock in whole, the man’s hooked nose pressing against the hair at Harry’s base, deeply breathing in the delicious scent that belonged uniquely to Harry. Severus’ groan of pleasure is echoed by Harry as the man wickedly swipes his tongue along his mate’s deliciously sinful cock. Indeed this was what Severus was after, this taste, this scent, this je ne sais quoi that was Harry.

Groaning again Severus slowly draws back, letting his potion stained fingers wrap around the base of Harry’s cock before turning smoldering eyes to Harry’s flushed continence. “Cum in my Sarcophagus.”

Harry’s eyes fly open, probably more related to the fact tat Severus was no longer sucking him off than the fact that the man had just told him to cum in his sarcophagus. Cum in his what? “Esophagus?” Harry’s voice is filled with mild confusion, the boy sure he’s heard his Professor incorrectly since the Gryffindor’s mind was currently clouded by lust.

“No, my Harry. Cum in my sarcophagus.”

Harry stares at Severus blankly for all of two seconds before the boy screeches out a “what?”

Severus stretches his body back up Harry’s, the man pressing his chest against sun-kissed one of his mate before pressing a smoldering kiss to the boy’s lips. Severus doesn’t draw back until Harry is once more putty in his arms. “I did not stutter, did I?”

“N-no.”

Severus sighs softly before using his free hand to wrap around the boy’s chin since his other was currently being occupied with stroking the boy’s cock. “I know what those despicable muggles did to you and because of that you cannot share my sarcophagus with me without experiencing an all consuming fear. However, during the day when I rest I shall not be deprived of your scent, so cum my little mate. Fill my coffin with your essence because even in my sleep you are all I desire.”

Harry’s mouth is open in shock, shock of a new kind as never has the boy-who-lived heard the most feared Professor in all of Hogwarts speak so openly, even if it was just the two of them. Gaping like a fish out of water Harry is only brought back to the situation at hand when Severus wraps his arm around the slim waist, quickly turning the sixth year Gryffindor over and drawing the golden boy to his knees.

“Severus?”

“Hush.”

Severus voice is deep and rich and like an aphrodisiac washing across Harry’s sweat slicked skin as the man let’s his skillful hands back to work. The left hand seductively trails up Harry’s chest before thumb and forefinger wrap around a pert nipple, pinching the dusky bud at the same exact time that Severus’ right hand does that toe curling twist at the end of Harry’s cock.

“Shit yes! Right there, Professor. Fuck.”

“Harry, Call me Severus.”

“Severus!” It’s as if the man’s name alone triggers Harry’s orgasm because as soon as the words rips from his lips the boy is cuming. Tossing his head back in pleasure Harry’s emerald green eyes roll in the back of his head, a guttural groan following Severus’ name as the man in question expertly milks Harry’s cock of his cum, the vampire’s own groans joining in with Harry’s.

“That’s it my mate, my precious. Yes, yes…cum in my sarcophagus, cum for me.”

Harry is sure he’s just seen at least half a dozen shooting stars, and groaning one last time the boy slumps over in exhaustion, sweat making his tanned skin glisten gold under the flames of the candle. “Fuck.” Harry’s voice is soft, tired as the boy’s thick lashes flutter closed, shadows being caste against the golden skin.

Severus gazes down at his exhausted lover, the man deeply enjoying Harry’s taste as he licks the boy’s cum off his fingers. “Enjoy yourself, eh?”

“Mhm…” Harry mumbles out softly. Severus chuckles before lowering himself on top of Harry, the man pressing his mouth just behind the boy’s ear before placing a soft kiss to the sweat slicked skin. “I made a mess.” Harry giggles like a child before rolling beneath Severus and placing a soft kiss to the thin lips of his Potions’ Professor. “Maybe one day, maybe I….” Harry sucks in a deep breath before placing another soft kiss to Severus’ lips. “Maybe one day I will be able to sleep with you in your coffin, it’s just, I—”

“Shh Harry it’s alright, I know.” Severus gently brushes the worry lines out of Harry’s face before playfully nibbling on the boy’s bottom lip. “Besides, until that day finally arrives I’ll have you cum in my sarcophagus every weekend.”

A deep blush blooms on Harry’s cheeks at the words. “Professor! That is so crude!”

Severus chuckles before nibbling on his mate’s plump bottom lip again. “Perhaps, but crude or not it will comfort me until you can stay by my side, forever.”

“My heart, my body, and my soul belongs to you Professor.”

“And your blood too.”

Harry laughs. “Yes, and my blood too.”

“Forever?”

“Aye, forever.”

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