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Picking Up the Pieces	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/James Views: 13164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus Snape strode briskly down the hall toward his very first class of the morning, trying to will himself to get through another day. The students were all gathered around the locked classroom door waiting. Severus had thought teaching Dark Arts, his true passion, would be much better than teaching the brats potions, but he'd been wrong. It was just as frustrating, if not more so, trying to get the information through the students' thick skulls.
He unlocked the door as usual and let the third years file in, then shut the door behind him. He was about to open his mouth to give direction when he spotted a package on his desk. It was a polished wooden box tied with a purple ribbon and bow. Severus approached it cautiously. Only the day before Ron Weasley had nearly been killed by poisoned mead that Professor Slughorn had meant to give to Dumbledore.
As annoying as the fact was, Potter was probably right; it was likely Draco was behind both the poisoned bottle and the cursed necklace. Severus hadn't been able to get anything out of the boy when he'd confronted him, but he knew what Draco's task was. He also knew Draco wasn't meant to survive the attempt. The whole thing was nothing but a cruel way to punish Lucius for failing at the Ministry. Severus didn't think Draco would try to poison him. Still, one had to be careful in such times. It could have been the work of a copycat.
The class watched silently as Severus reached out with his rough fingertips to lightly caress the cool, smooth surface. Whatever this was, it couldn't have been cheap. He slipped the ribbon off and very slowly removed the lid. He was right; inside was an assortment of fine chocolates and bath products. On top of everything was a bar of soap.
Still exercising caution, he wrapped his fingers around the soap and brought it to his nose, though somehow he already knew what it would smell like. A sweet and spicy musk hit his brain and sent a shiver through his entire body. The room suddenly became a little too warm. Only one person smelled like that bar of soap. Only one person knew how much he would like the contents of the box. Only one person knew where to get said items. But that was impossible. That person was in the Godric's Hollow church graveyard, wasn't he?
Severus couldn't resist opening one of the boxes of chocolates and picking out a perfect orb of white chocolate, bringing it to his lips. He bit through the shell and his eyes closed in instant pleasure as the cherry cream spilled into his mouth. It had been so long since he'd enjoyed such treats.
"Professor?" the voice of a young witch broke into his thoughts.
Severus popped the rest of the candy into his mouth and closed the box up again. He was a bit shaken by this ghost from the past, but he would deal with those feelings later. For now, he had a class to teach.
Severus sat in his room letting the minutes tick idly by as he stared blankly into the fire. Dumbledore had taken Harry out to find another Horcrux, and they would be back soon. What Harry didn't know was that Dumbledore didn't intend to survive the night. It was Severus who was to do the deed, all because of an Unbreakable Vow he'd made too hastily. Had he known he'd be swearing to do more than just protect Draco, he never would have done it. Instead of helping him find a way out of it, Dumbledore thought it couldn't have worked out better. The old coot was dying anyway because of some curse he'd come across over the summer, but still. Severus didn't much care for being used that way.
Shadows danced across the stone walls as the flames flickered while he just sat there. He'd tried reading to pass the time but found he couldn't concentrate. He couldn't grade papers, either, not that it would have mattered much. After he killed Dumbledore he'd be forced to flee from the only life he'd known, anyway. It was odd: he found teaching to be torturous, but he couldn't picture himself doing anything else.
The door suddenly creaked open, and a faint sweet and spicy musk floated into the room on a light breeze. "Ever since I got that package I’ve known this day would come," Severus said without taking his eyes off the dancing flames. "I just thought it would be sooner."
"I thought it would, too," James answered, and he took a step inside the door and shut it behind him. "I hope you enjoyed my gift."
"I did," Severus said, still not moving. "But it left me with a lot of questions." Slowly he stood and turned to face the other wizard. A million different emotions filled him as he took in the sight of James, who stood there in a sleeveless powder blue robe that hugged his still-slender figure perfectly. That much hadn't changed, at least. "Not that I'm complaining, but how are you here?"
"Dumbledore had me brought here," James answered, taking two steps forward, "but that's probably not the question you wanted answered. Unicorn blood potion is probably the answer you're looking for."
"I see." Severus swallowed hard, trying to keep down the hard ball of emotion that was rising. "And why is it you're only contacting me now? Better yet, why did I think you were dead in the first place?" His voice rose a little in anger.
James bit his lip. "Not really my choice." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate looking silver chain that was several inches long. "I had this slave chain around my ankle. You see, Dumbledore found me after Voldemort left me for dead and went after Lily. I was still in pretty bad shape. As you may recall, unicorn blood potion can work miracles, but it's not without limits. He took me to Atlantis, fearing there might be Voldemort supporters who would come after me if he took me to St. Mungo’s. I don't really know what went through his addled mind, but he decided it would be best if everyone just thought I was dead along with Lily. He slipped the slave chain on me while I was sleeping, and had his son Azrael watch me."
Severus raised his eyebrows, wondering if he'd heard right. "Dumbledore has a son?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you more about that later. Right now I just want to get reacquainted. I missed you."
James crossed the space between them and held out his arms, but Severus raised a hand to stop him. "Wait just a bloody second. I grieved for you. When I heard you were dead it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, still beating. I never thought I would be whole again. Then, just as I was finally beginning to heal, your son—your doppelgänger—waltzed into the school and ripped the wound open again. Every day I had to look at him and be reminded that you were taken from me. You want me to forget all that and just go back to the way things were?"
James gazed up into Severus' eyes, looking a little hurt and confused. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. Like I told you, it wasn't my idea or my choice. You think I liked being kept away from you and my son?"
"No, I'm sure you didn't." Severus looked away. He wasn't quite sure what to do or feel. James reached up to caress his cheek, but Severus grabbed the other wizard's wrist and held it. "But I can't just forget everything in an instant."
"It's been so long. Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do!" Severus spat in frustration. "If I didn't, all of this would be much easier for me. I'd just throw you out on your ass and tell you to go to hell."
James pulled his wrist back and took another step closer so that their bodies were practically touching. "Then be glad to have me back. You know I have a one-track mind, and it wants to be with you again. I've waited fifteen years to hold you."
Severus took a deep breath and held it, trying to stop what James' scent was doing to him. His knees still felt weak, even after all these years. "Yes, I was very well acquainted with your mind. I need time, James. I need to process all of this; there's more going on than you know."
James leaned up and pulled Severus' collar down to plant a light kiss on his throat. Severus cursed himself as his body gave a little shudder in response to the touch. James lifted himself up on his toes so that they were nose to nose. "Yes, I can tell something besides my presence is troubling you. All the more reason to let me help you relax." Then he pressed his lips to Severus' in a soft and tender kiss.
"No..." Severus protested weakly, his resolve leaving him as quickly as it had formed.
James suddenly grabbed Severus' robes and swung him roughly down onto the couch. "I said yes." James straddled Severus’ lap and ripped his collar open, making buttons fly across the room. Severus grunted softly and gave a weak little push to get James off of him, but James chuckled and his lips formed an evil smirk. "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes." He leaned down and raked his teeth across Severus' sensitive flesh.
Severus' skin flushed and his cock twitched in his pants. All his life he'd been in control of himself, except when it came to James, and he hated it. He pushed back a little harder this time. "Just...before you go farther, there are some things I need to tell you." His relationship with Harry was one of the things that came to mind.
James unbuttoned the front of Severus’ robes a little further, lust reflected in those vivid blue eyes along with the flickering firelight. "Tell me when I've finished giving you a proper greeting," James said, and with the tip of his tongue he licked up over Severus’ chest.
Severus melted into the couch under him, not resisting anymore as the rest of his clothing was pulled off. All the right buttons had been pushed and his cock stood at full attention, a deep need filling his entire being. James was getting what he wanted again. That hadn't changed, either.
James stood over Severus, unbuttoning his own robes and letting them fall to the floor where he kicked them out of the way. Severus' eyes roamed over James’ smooth, pale, seemingly flawless skin. It was almost as if time had stood still, not aging James by so much as a day. "So beautiful," he whispered, eager to have James touch him again.
James smirked. Summoning a bottle of sweet-smelling oil to his hand, he uncorked it and poured a little into his hand, then stroked it onto his cock. He made a little motion with his other hand and the bottle disappeared, and James knelt down to get in position. Severus spread his legs, his heart pounding in anticipation. He sucked in his breath as James entered him in one long stroke, pressing their bodies together. "Did you miss this as much as I did?" James asked in a breathy tone.
Severus could only nod as he pressed his hips back against the other wizard, trying to make him go deeper. James leaned down for a kiss, his tongue snaking its way into Severus' mouth and licking his upper lip. His hips started to rock back and forth and he grabbed onto Severus' sides, his nails digging into flesh. Severus groaned and surrendered to the kiss, biting James' lower lip.
The little room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft grunts of pleasure as their bodies rubbed against each other. Severus gazed up into James' eyes, wondering for a moment if this was some dream meant to torture him. When James’ oiled hand wrapped around Severus’ cock and began to stroke it in time to his thrusts, Severus’ head fell back and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Another deep groan erupted from him as James hit the perfect angle, rubbing up against the sweet bundle of nerves just right. All of Severus’ troubles were forgotten for the moment as the pleasure washed over him.
"Oh gods," James moaned, his thrusts becoming faster. "I love you, Severus," he whispered, and he clamped his teeth down hard on Severus' shoulder and climaxed. Severus gasped at the teeth cutting through his flesh, the pain only fueling his desire. Seconds later his body tensed and spilled hot cum into James' hand, dribbling all over both of them.
James held still, his breath coming in short gasps. "That was long overdue."
"Yes, it was," Severus responded, his own breathing labored as he waited for his heart to settle back into a normal rhythm. For the first time in over fifteen years he felt content and happy. He just wanted to lie like that with James for the rest of his life.
James pulled out and moved to sit on the couch beside Severus, snuggling up to him. He didn't want the moment to end, either. "Now that I've said hello properly, what did you want to tell me?"
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