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Tell Me It\'s Over	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, nor am I making any money off of it. If I did, it would be gayer. Gay gay gay gay gay. :)

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A/N: the title 'tell me it's over' comes from the song 'Call Me' by Shinedown. Written as a birthday gift for one of my LJ buddies.

Warnings: solo, oral, snowballing, established relationship, anal, mildly chan at the beginning (but the details of when they became lovers is left mostly up to your own imagination), bottom Snape (because, darling, I think you may love it even more than I do :) )

Pairing: Harry/Severus, also mild Lucius/Severus

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Tell Me It's Over

I.

Harry rolled over with a groan when he realized his lover's side of the bed was empty. His emerald eyes peeked out from beneath a duvet cover just a shade darker and he grudgingly propped himself up on his elbow. "Come back to bed," he said with a sleep-roughened voice.

Severus turned after shrugging into his black robe. He pulled the ruffle of his tunic out past the cuff on one wrist sharply, then the other, appreciating what bits of Harry's naked body the duvet didn't conceal: a slender forearm, half a chest that was finally starting to show some signs of adulthood – the barest hint of toned muscles and a light dusting of hair. He had always been a brilliant occlumens, but for an instant, the smirk Harry bestowed upon him told him the boy saw that barest hint of appreciation in his dark gaze. Severus turned away, buttoning his robes and tucking his wand into his sleeve. "Impossible," he answered. "Unlike certain lazy Gryffindors, some of us have a full schedule and several duties to attend to."

Harry flopped onto his back. "Can't you skive off once in a while like the rest of us mere mortals?" he complained. "You work too hard."

Severus couldn't bring himself to completely ignore that tone of voice. "You hardly work at all," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his boots. He turned to look down at the boy – his green eyes and messy black hair. There was a time he couldn't look at Harry without thinking of his father, but now he could hardly remember the last time Harry had reminded him much of James. Maybe a bit in the way he quirked his lips into that mischievous smile from time to time, but it lacked the cruelty he'd attributed to the boy's father. He didn't know when it had happened, but these days, Harry was just Harry. That was dangerous enough.

"I work," Harry pouted, sitting up and sliding closer, the duvet only covering the most essential parts of his anatomy now. "Given the right motivation." He dragged his fingers down Snape's chest. It didn't take a genius or a legilimens to know what he wanted.

Severus relented, just a bit, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Harry's mouth, one foot still bootless. Harry took command of the kiss, and the older man let him. He found it eternally difficult not to; Harry had a way of kissing him that made him feel as though he was, perhaps for a moment, the only thing in the world that mattered. That is why he had allowed this insane and immoral coupling to continue so long, but it had to end. It was far too dangerous for both of them. Harry, of course, would never understand. There was so much he didn't know and couldn't be told, and it was all congealing into a mass of bitter despair in the pit of Snape's stomach.

"Sev," Harry purred against his lips. "Come back to bed," he whined again, using every last bit of sexy he had on reserve to try to convince his dark haired lover into some bad behavior. He dragged his lips along Snape's jaw, pressed his naked body against the older man's, unfortunately, fully clothed one. He took it a step farther when he could tell Severus was going to be stubborn on this and pressed his morning erection into his professor's hip (though that particular term of endearment was off limits when they were alone together like this – a condition Snape had made very clear the first time he heard Harry hiss it against his spine.). "Seeevv..." he whined, leaning in to capture Snape's earlobe between his teeth.

Severus found his resolve melting under Harry's onslaught of caresses. Harry was trying his hardest to trick him back out of his pants, and as much as he deserved an Outstanding for his efforts, he was accustomed to the boy's various seductions. That didn't make them any easier to deny, though. He pushed Harry forcefully back onto the bed. "No more tricks," he said. "I cannot laze about in bed with you all day long." He turned briefly to pull on his other boot.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows with that mischievous little smirk. "No tricks?" His green eyes sparked with mischief as he reached between his legs, gripping his own member, "how about a treat, then?"

Severus found his resolve faltering at the sight of Harry handling himself. He glanced at the clock. His first class didn't start for twenty minutes. Skipping breakfast wouldn't kill him, right? Damnable, insufferable brat, manipulating him like this. He sighed. "Oh, have it your way," he caved in, just as he always did under the weight of Harry's impenetrable allure.

Harry grinned as he watched his love lower to his knees on the hard floor beside the bed, swatting his hand away and replacing it with his own. He shuddered as the ebon-eyed man opened his mouth and wrapped his thin lips around the head of his cock. Harry felt a ripple of pleasure rush through his body from his toes to the tips of his messy hair and then back down again. He groaned and lifted his torso so that his palms were holding him up as Severus went to work on him as he had so many times before, and just like so many times before, Harry laced his fingers in ink dark hair that he found was still wet from a recent shower. "Nngh mmnhhm. Sevvv," he encouraged because talking reminded him that he had to breathe.

Severus worshiped the hot length as he took it deep into his throat over and over again, lathed his tongue over every bump and curve in the throbbing flesh as if trying to memorize every detail even though it was already quite familiar to him. He held Harry's hips steady as the handsome boy tried to writhe for all he was worth – the desire quickly maddening to a crescendo that crashed hard and hot into his mouth with his lover's sharp, shuddering cry of orgasm. His own organ pressed insistently against his trousers, but he didn't mind it, there was no time, and in any case, his robes billowed enough to cover it until the heat calmed. He knew that would not take horribly long, considering he had third year potions scheduled as his first lecture of the day – there wasn't an anti-erection potion in the world that killed a hard-on faster than that.

Harry fell back against the mattress, boneless, watching Severus with those intense green eyes of his as his beloved leaned down over his beautiful body and kissed him. Harry opened his mouth to the kiss, accepting the seed he'd just spent into his older lover's mouth gladly with the tangle of tongues. It was a deep, greedy kiss. Severus wasn't usually so forceful. He tended to permit Harry to set the mood of their encounters and then respond in kind. Harry liked that about him – he took it as a sign of trust from a man he had never known to trust anyone. But every now and again, he could feel the urgency in his lover's kisses, like he was trying to tell Harry something he couldn't say with words.

When the kiss broke, Harry cupped his cheek, searching his bland expression and obsidian eyes for some hint of what was hidden behind them. He saw nothing, which, he knew, was exactly what Snape wanted him to see. It was frustrating. Every time they got close to a real connection, Severus always pulled away, kept his secrets locked up tight. Harry was sometimes a fool, but he knew when people were hiding things from him. He sighed, "Fine. Be that way," he complained, wiping a small trail of seed that escaped away from his lips.

Severus offered him a mysterious smirk, licked the semen slick digit clean, and gave him one last kiss, more chaste than the rest, but no less meaningful. "Goodbye, Harry." He whispered the words as if they were a secret. "Do make up the bed before you leave."

Harry watched him leave with a perplexed expression, wondering how much of their conversation had been unspoken, and how many important details he had missed because of that.

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