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Rescue Me	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N ~ In going through a ton of unearthed CD's, I found backups of old stories, ideas, plots, and the like. Here is one that I did in response to a 2004/2005 Army of Snapes Challenge. I have no clue where in cannon it was I wrote it, but definately before DH and HBP. So throw cannon out the window, and have some fun, at Severus Snape's expense.
"Love is cast ornately in your heart flame

Chakra wheels are turning like a love train."
~Rescue Me: Erasure
Severus Snape opened his eyes peering at the slim, naked form pressed against him. His lover was still there. As he sighed, feelings still new flowed through his mind. Even a dream of this outcome would have been out of reach a few days ago. Giving his heart, body and soul, to another was a foreign thought and He had resigned himself to living alone and unloved for eternity, but Dumbledore had changed all that...
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"Love rescue me

Come forth and speak to me

Raise me up and don't let me fall

Every man is my enemy

My own hands imprison me."
~Love Rescue Me: U2

Looking in the mirror, not entirely expecting so see anything different or amazing, Severus stared back at a familiar face that he had seen for the last thirty-eight years. The same hooked nose, black eyes, pale features, were nothing extraordinary. This wasn't the face that launched a thousand ships, nor will it ever be. Yet, he knew his own charms lacked sincerity or passion. The pitch black eyes just stared back, as they always did, reminding him of just how black his soul felt. The darkness inside him was rooted so deep that he barely noticed it anymore, it was his nature now, his very essence, and his curse.
He was a cursed man, but not in the usual ways of curses and hexes, but cursed by his own choices and actions. He chose long ago that he would never press himself upon anyone, no matter how lonely it got. He saw what darkness did without the light of love. His own family was a perfect representation of broken relationships. The only things he ever saw now in his eyes were the very eyes of his own father staring back at him. Eyes that never showed any emotion, not love, nor hate, or pacifism. Those were the eyes that broke his mother, tore her soul out, and left a lifeless person in her stead. Her eyes became cold and lifeless towards her own son after many long years. He would not do that to himself let alone his worst enemy, he would rather live a life of loneliness and solace than inflict a life without any kind of emotion on someone else.
He was a virgin, but not just of the body, of the heart as well. He had never even really tried to love anyone, but he let himself hate. Hate was an emotion he let himself feel, as long as he felt it, he knew he was still alive inside, the burning a constant reminder. Not that he hadn't thought about love once or twice in his life, he had felt that burning during his hormonaly challenged years, but he always could control his own actions.
Now he stood in front of the mirror, runing a comb slicked with grease through his hair. This greasy look won him some fear and disgust among the students and some of the faculty, it helped in keeping anyone of them from coming too close and any distance was too close.
"You black haired, greasy, git. You wouldn't know love if it slapped you in the face." Mirror Snape broke in reading his thoughts.
"It doesn't matter, shut up." Severus snapped.
"I bet you don't even know if your gay or straight." Mirrow Snape said trying to bait him.
Severus just stared, finished his brief grooming needs and swept himself away from the offending mirror.
"Your going to die a virgin and end up just as lifeless as your mother!" Mirror Snape yelled towards his retreating back.
Severus whirled around in a flash of anger and with pinpoint accuracy, he sent a blasting spell towards the mirror. He regreted charming the mirror many times, it only continued to read him and spew the foul truth at him, but it was his only companion at times. On his way out the door, he noticed a blur out of his eye that almost looked like a tea cozy.
"Must be a house-elf." Severus muttered to himself exiting his quarters for the day. His normal easy confidence felt a bit wilted, some of the things the mirror had said cut him deep, but it would be born after all, he had whelps to teach today. Thankfully it was the end of the week, holidays were just around the corner, and he would be able to allow himself to brood silently.
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"Love in fantastic triumph sate
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,

For whom fresh pains he did create

And strange tyrannic power he show'd"
~ Song : Aphra Behn
Albus Dumbledore was holding his tri-weekly meeting with the house-elfs of Hogwarts. They were discussing the menu for the upcoming Holiday feasts. Some of the baking staff wanted to go with more cakes and puddings this year, but the roasters wanted more fowl. This was always the argument during the planning phase, he knew they would strike the right balance, they always did. He just watched the head baking elf Mippy having a row in words with the head roaster Yarby, ears folding back, eyes widening, hands moving so fast you could barely see them. There was a loud crack and all in the meeting stopped talking. Dobby had appeared and he was shaking his head muttering to himself and wringing his hands. He looked dolefully up at Dumbledore and said."Dobby, has the news Dumblydore wanted, sir."
Dumbledore's eyes lit up and a slight smile spread over his wisened features, looking down at the mournful elf, he motioned for the others to go.
"This meeting will be re-conviened in the evening." He informed them. Several loud cracks and they had all gone, all that is except for Dobby, who was still looking almost grief striken.
"So Dobby, what have you picked up for me today?" Dumbledore inquired.
"You'se asked Dobby to find things out... things about Master Seveyrus..." Dobby began then halted looking for reassurance, with a nod from Dumbledore he continued, "Master Seveyrus is talking to face in mirror, face talks back, making Master Seveyrus angry."
"What did they say? why was Severus upset?" Dumbledore pushed for further information.
"Master Seveyrus is very upset at mirror face for calling him bad names. Called him git, and greasy, virgin and lifeless like Master's' mother. Before that Master Sevey was asked if he knew if he was..." Dobby choked, "if.. he was knowing if he was gay .. or not."
"His reply?"
"Dobby is not knowing, Sir, Master Seveyus blew up mirror face." Dobby sullenly replied.
"Thank you Dobby, that was quite informative. Let me know if you hear anymore interesting tidbits in your wanderings." Dumbledore requested.
"Yes, Dumblydor, Sir." Dobby said beaming at the praise, and with a loud crack he was gone.
Dumbledore pondered this late bit of news, Severus had always held a soft spot in his heart, and he knew already the extend of the pain that boy was already in. He couldn't help thinking to himself that he may just be of use to the boy, yes, he knew the perfect spell. It would have to be altered a bit, since the sexual preference hasn't yet been established and well there had to age limits applied, can't have first and second years getting more than an eyefull. At this he did smile a bit, just the idea made him go rosey all over from wanting to chuckle.
Straightening himself up, he moved his wand high above his head, and called to the words, called the magic to form. As his mouth formed the incantations, his wand was wistfully dancing above his head in a sweeping motion, smoky pink, red, and green trails were intertwining from the tip of his wand. With the last breath speaking the end of the spell, his wand dipped as low as his arm would allow, then both hands shot forward as if pushing the spell away from the caster. He dropped his hands and smiled, it would be a very interesting day, very interesting indeed.

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"I was wandering down endless roads
A fallen angel in the cold."
~Rescue Me: Wishbone Ash
Severus was not in a good mood when he swept into his first class of the day, he never did look forward to the first years, all sniveling, scared, trouser wetting, things that they were. He would have to muddle through and hopefully finish off this horrible day with out event and he wasn't going to look in any wizarding mirror again for a while. He was more angry with himself for letting that foul excuse for a talking partner's words bother him like that. He took it out on the students, criticizing, taking points and leveling them with glares.
The day passed as slowly as thick fog spreading acroos a moor. He had one last class before he was thru for the day, the seventh year N.E.W.T.S.

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"The turntable sizzles
Casting the spells

The pressure devices

Hell in a nutshell

Is any song worth singing

If it doesn't help

'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking"
~ Wishful thinking: Wilco

Hermione willed herself to enter that classroom again, just as she had for the last seven years. Sitting down she spreds out her potion utencils, books and quills. Today they were brewing an easy potion, easy that is for her. The instructions were on the board, and the rest of the class got into place arranging thier own supplies. Professor Snape swept into the classroom commanding the attention of every one there, eyes focused on him, he merely guestured towards the board, and they began their work. Each student filed in front of his desk to gather the ingreadiants and quickly dissapeared to thier seats.
Hermione pretended to drop something, mainly just so she could try to take in the scent of him.
"Time is of the essance in potions, Miss Granger, I would expect you to know that by now." The slice of malice spread over her in a warming way than intended.
She looked up and blushed profusely. Proffessor Snape only blinked blankely.
"Sir, are we supose to stir clockwise, or counter clockwise?" she asked knowing full well the answer to that.
Professor Snapes eyes flashed irritation.
"You were informed, Miss Granger, last year that all seventh year potions are clockwise! Sit, and stop disrupting my classroom. Ten points from Gryffindor." He snapped.
She ran for her seat, trying to catch her breath, her pulse was racing from the sound of his voice.
She finished her potion, bottled a sample, and was the last one in the room when she made it to his desk to deposit it. Shuddering when she heard his breathing up close, she forgot her sample, and it sliped from her fingers falling to the ground vanishing in a puff of cream smoke.
"Stupid girl! Detention..."
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
Professor Snape and Hermione both stared in shock as two exact clones of the Professor stood before her. Before either could say a simple word they advanced on Hermione and a spilt second latter they dissapeared along with Hermione.

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"Who needs God
when you are like me?"
~ I Am Everything: Nintey Pound Wuss
Draco Malfoy walked with the confidence of a greek god, strolling out of the classroom. Potions was such a joke, he knew all this already. All he needed was now to find a willing subject so he could get laid before going home for the holidays or someone to bloody.
Ah, of course Potter. Always the best choice for a fight, he could alway say just the right thing to get Potter to swing. He closed in on the raven haired boy heedlessly wraped up in conversation with the Weasel. They both made him sick, so full of themselves, so full of being good, so full of being the Boy-that-is-everyones-fucking-savior.
"To scared to wander the halls alone, Potter? A Weasley isn't much of a body gaurd." Draco sneered trying to bait him
Harry turned to glare at Draco, trying to avoid confrontaion, turned back to his friend.
"Just like your father, too scared to face your enemy, hiding like a coward behind others."
"Don't!" Harry warned.
"The truth to hard to handle, Potter?"
Harry lunged.
"Wha..." Harry cut off Draco's next comment with a fist slaming into his temple, sending him reeling.
"You think your Harry Bloody Christ, don't you?" Draco shouted as he tried to get in a shot. Harry just trying to block each fist's assault. They tumbled, rolled, slammed, gunted, groaned, scraped, grabbed, blocked, scratched, and bled.
Ron just stood thier afraid to do anything that would give Malfoy an advantage.
Then HE happened to appear out of no where.
"DETENTION! For both of you!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
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"You appeared before me like a vision
To whisper love I used to know.

So easily you gave to me secret promises

Like only magic words can flow."
~Rescue Me: Wishbone Ash
Severus was at a loss. Two persons who looked like clones of him had just appeared out of no where. They accosted a student, this definately wasn't good. What happened to having a solitary evening? He had to look for the chit, she was a student after all.
He swept out of his classroom into the hall and heard the tell tale sounds of scuffeling. He hastene his pace to take care of this new problem. Will this day never end?
Turning the corner Severus spies the person, rather persons, making the ruckus. Why did this not surprise him. Potter and Malfoy scraping to get to eachother's throats. He knew he had to stop this before they killed themselves. He knew just the perfect punishment for this misbehaviour.
"DETENTION! For both of you!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
OH NO Not again!
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"I ain't lyin', I'm just remembering differently
It's subject to interpretation

It may be plain reality

Or a convenient hallucination"
~ Hallucination: Samuel Bayer

Ronald Weasley was enjoying the discussion on the best techniques to doge a bludger.
"So... Dive for about three seconds, pull a hard right then..." his best friend was cut off when something hit him from behind.
Ron turned just in time to see Malfoy land the blow. They were rolling around. He wanted to do something, anything. Looking for a chance to join or at least help, he saw that anything may give Malfoy an opening that Harry couldn't afford. He knew he should say something, knowing the teachers from years of experiance, they were bound to show up. He just hopes it is McGonagall or someone else, anyone but..
HIM!
Professor Snape was giliding towards them.
"Harry, Draco... Snape!" Ron choked out.
It was too late.
He watched in shock. First there was Professor Snape shouting out detentions for both Harry and Malfoy. Then....
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
Oh GOD! This isn't real! Not happening! Can't be five of them!
"AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Ron screamed, dropped his wand, turned a pukish shade of green, then fainted.
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"Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret

Many lost who seek to find themselves in me

They ask me to reveal

The very thoughts they would conceal

Love rescue me"
~Love Rescue Me: U2
Harry Potter was wincing at the first blow to his head, next thing he knows his is fighting to keep his skin on. Couldn't remember doing anything at all to set of the ticking time bomb that was Draco Malfoy. But then that voice....
"DETENTION! For both of you!"
Harry shivered in response.
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
Harry was thrown on his back in time to see four clones of Professor Snape appear out of thin air. He noticed the wince on the Professors face, but before anything else could happen, Malfoy was being dragged off his form by two of the clones and dissapeared.
He barely had time to look towards the Professor in questions when he was also taken by two of the Snapes.
It was dark. He felt like he was being pulled and pushed, wind rushing through his hair. They landed with a soft thud on cold hard stone. Harry blinked, looked around at the stone walls, unused desks in the corner, and one large teacher's desk in the middle.
Looking up he saw both of the Snapes advancing on him, licking thier lips, undressing him with thier eyes. Pure unadulterated lust was found in thier eyes, Harry blanched, then ran towards the door.
"Harry, please let us pleasure you. Thats all we want to do." They said in unison.
Harry, not totally understanding, pulled his wand.
"Stupefy!"
"Stupefy!"
Both Snapes crumpled to the floor.
He had to find Dumbledore, or Professor Snape, anyone at this point.
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"Tear my head out from the sound
Throw myself upon the ground

Take me to the burning tree

It has this strange effect on me"
~Rescue Me: Erasure

Severus stood stunned at the abrupt departures of his four counterparts, but was torn between going to find them, and helping this student to the Hospital wing. He decided on the latter. Scooping up the boy was no easy task, since Weasley had grown almost as tall as himself, and the boy was no feather weight.
He quickly made his way to the hospital wing in fast easy strides. Poppy was no where to be seen. Thinking it for the best, he laid Weasley down on the nearest bed and made his way out the door. Hoping he wasn't too late to find the students. What was happening was totally unclear, but he new he had to stop whatever it was before it got out of hand. That was his responsibility. Plus no one will know that the clones are not him, then where would he be. What do they want with the student's any way?
Descending the stairs once more, he found his way towards the last known location of the clones, the nearer he got to his office, he started making out strange noises. There seemed to be a female voice coming from behind his office.
"Professor!" She screamed.
Severus burst into the room wand raised, but stopped short of muttering the stunning spell.
Hermione was lying on *his* desk, glistening with sweat, and totally naked. His mouth dropped, this was the female form that he had always wondered about.
She looked as though she was in pain almost, eyes rolled back in her head, panting very hard and groaning... or was it moaning? The first clone Snape looked like he was impaling himself in her, and the other was the just the opposite. The second clone was eating her flesh or so it seemed, sucking on her nipples, and swiping his tongue over ever inch of her. She didn't look bad, definitely not ugly, but not the awed passion that he thought was suppose to come with seeing nakedness. Well she didn't look like she needed to be saved. He was about to turn when one clone looked at him and motioned for him to get closer.
Snape not really knowing what to do, decided he would try and taste her, he had heard about kisses and that they were the start to it all. He leaned in to take her mouth which opened instantly, her tongue invading his mouth. It was warm and wet, but for Severus that was all it was. She moaned when he pulled away, the clone that was pumping inside her reached a hand over to grab his crotch.
"She wants you, come take her, she is yours."
He was disgusted by the thought of actually putting his thing *there*. Confused he ran from that room trying to gather his thoughts and not retch.
That was totally unexpected. He wanted to react, it would have been normal, but nope his body went in the other direction. This meant that he must be gay, so the idea of finding the other clones and what they were doing to Harry and Draco intrigued him.
"NOW!"
Severus turned his head in the direction of the shout and started walking in that direction. It came from an old potions lab that hadn't been used in years.
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"Poor is the man
whose pleasures depend

on the permission of another"
~Justify My Love: Madonna

Walking in on the scene he knew he would find, he watched in anticipation as Draco ordered the clones around. One was on his knees mouth clearly fastened onto the second's cock. Draco was pushing himself inside the arse of the first, sheer pleasure washed his face as he sunk himself to the hilt.
"Suck as I pump!" Draco ordered the clone on his knees.
Draco started to move mercilessly in and out, claiming painful screams from the second, followed by whimpers. Draco looked over his shoulder and noticed Severus. He must have thought another clone had entered.
"Another? Good, come kiss me. I would like to keep every thing busy." Draco panted.
Severus, not wanting to spoil the thought, thought this the perfect opportunity to try the boy. What could it hurt? Moving closer, he bent his head to the blonde, trying to go slow. Draco's hand shot up and forced their mouths together, biting at his lips trying to gain entrance. This boy was all about himself. Not anyone else! Angered Severus tore his lips away from the boy and bounded out of the room.
No one wanted a virgin, of that he was sure now. His body thought, had not acknowledged the boys presence, so that made him even more confused. He needed someone to understand, someone who would go slowly with him. There seemed no one willing to do so, and all they wanted was self pleasure. For all he knew he was just a teacher to possess and say that they did him. What’s the use in trying; I have tried both sexes and am still no closer to knowing anything about that part of myself. His confidence was a bit on the droopy side when he went looking for the last pair of clones.
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"We connect without a single word
like a book you read me.

One look, the message heard

with you it's easy...

...I see you in black and white,

But your colors came through tonight."
~Wings of Desire: Wishbone Ash
Severus was still just as confused about himself as he was this morning. The incidents in his office with Hermione confirmed nothing, and neither had the incident with Draco. How was he supposed to figure out himself? He had to stop that, thinking of himself, there was one more student absconded by these clones and he had to find him.
As he journeyed from hall to hall, floor to floor looking, his mind drifted back. Was he really turning lifeless like his mother because he never learned to love? What really disturbed him is that at least one of those incidences should have stirred him, but neither of them had. He heard groans coming from an abandoned classroom and made his way to it. Surely this is where they had taken Harry; he would either be in pain or passion right now. Both thoughts sent a strange feeling inside his chest, the first made him want to inflict pain on someone, and the other was pain.
Grasping gently at the door, he eased it open silently. Peering around to scan through the doorway, he spies two prone forms lying on the ground. They were dressed in identical black billowy robes, and they were out cold.
"Envenerate!"
The two clones opened their eyes, looked around and captured his glare.
"Where is Harry?" Severus queried.
"He ran away, but you will do." They replied, licking their lips.
Severus was shocked, started to back up toward the door, and for the first time in a long time he feared. The other clones seemed happy enough to tend towards the other students and their needs; they never gave him much of a glance except to help.
They started for him, dropping a piece of clothing with each step; the thought of possibly being molested by two of him was absolutely horrid.
He bolted from the room and ran hard. Trying to confuse them, he turned in many different directions, but always he could hear them close behind. He turned to see how close they were and now was totally shocked to see them stark naked. This day wasn't going well at all.
After climbing a few stairs, turning corners, doubling back, had all brought him to one place, the front doors to the Hospital wing. He crept in, looking around, and almost chocked to see Harry sitting next to Ron's bed trying to wake his friend. Harry's eyes darted to the door when he entered, apprehension appeared, and then searching, then something else Severus couldn't describe.
Not more than a few brief seconds later, two naked Snapes came bursting into the room. Without thinking Severus grabbed Harry by the arm, flinging the boy and himself into the office and sealing the doors and windows. Looking at Harry he wondered why it was the boy had run. Then it dawned on him, the boy must have seen him as disgusting, but then again that was what he wanted him to see, wasn't it?
When the pounding began Severus winced, obviously cringing. He had shown this boy... No this man, nothing but hate since he arrived, how could he expect any kindness at all, it would be a miracle. He was seeing Harry as if for the first time. Black raven hair falling all out of place, green eyes that seemed to look right at his soul, lips that seemed to beg for something he was afraid to give. Afraid that it would be nothing again like the last two. He felt as if he were drowning, caught between clones and something wonderful, something he was too afraid to reach for. He needed help. Turning to the only one in the world right now he felt he could trust, he did what he had never done in his life. He asked to be rescued.
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"With you I'm not a savior,
Can't play you like a toy

And when I need to dominate,

you're not my little boy

You see that I am hungry

for a life of understanding

And you forgive my angry little heart

when he's demanding

You bring me to my knees while

I'm scratching out the eyes

Of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise

And right while I am kneeling there

I suddenly begin to care

And understand that there could be

A person that loves me"
~Rescue Me: Madonna

Harry was trying to wake his friend one minute and trapped in an office the next. At first he thought that the Snape who had came through that door first was one of *them* again, but after looking in Professor's eyes, he knew. He knew this man was the real Professor Snape, he knew those eyes and that expression filled face, thought he didn't really remember a time he had ever seen even a hint of fear in those eyes as he did now.
Two *very* naked Snapes pounced into the room, and he had been dragged into the nearby office and sealed inside. Professor Snape seemed to break when the pounding started, he looked lost, and more afraid then Harry had ever imagined possible. His heart melted, he would give anything to gather him close, but knowing that this momentary lapse, due to circumstance, wouldn't allow for that. Besides who in their right mind would want him? He was trouble with a capital "T". Anyone that he seems to care for just end up hurt one way or another. Not that he would admit to himself that he cared for the Professor, which would be absurd.
Those eyes were pleading with him now, lips forming around words almost too soft to be audible, but Harry heard them.
"Rescue me, please."
Harry taken aback by the plea in the Professors eyes, suddenly felt like protecting him. He reached a hand up and stroked the pale cheek.
"Shhhh... It will be ok." He whispered down, placing a chaste kiss on that beautiful forehead.

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"It's not my business to decide

how good you are for me

how valuable you are

and what the world can see

only that you try to understand me

and have the courage to love me for me

I believe in the power of love

I believe that you can rescue me"
~Rescue Me: Madonna

Severus felt the tenderness wash over him with those words. The surprise came with that sweet, simple kiss. His forehead burned when those lips touched his skin, his skin flushed in heat, his veins flowing with molten passion. His body responded violently to this man.
He usually was in control, knew his place, but that was shattered in the instant of that kiss. He wanted to feel cared for, wanted the comfort, and needed the safety. He pulled Harry into an embrace, who complied wrapping arms around him tight and comforting. Severus felt like he was falling, sweet heaven that scent, wafting in to his nose, so completely Harry, was sending him soaring and falling at the same time. He buried his face in Harry's neck, drinking in the scent; he couldn't get enough, and felt like he would die if he stopped. What was this that was happening to him? Harry was moving, bringing those pink lips closer to his. Severus wanted, needed, desired, and longed for this.
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"I could pray a hundred times
Keep these demons from my mind

Yeh I could pray a thousand times

Stay in your lovin' arms entwined

Fascination never tasted sweeter

my desire real & soaring freely"
~ Rescue Me: Erasure
Harry’s focus was on Severus. The man wanted him, needed him, was loving him. For once Harry could not think, he only felt. His goal was right in front of him. He wanted to taste, to sup and drink from the flowing sweetness that was before him, a broken and willing Severus Snape. Drinking from the fountain was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. When their lips met it was fluid grace, explosive passion, and unrepentant desire.
Harry’s need for breath broke them before he was ready. He froze upon hearing Severus’ question. “Why did you run from the clones?

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“With you I'm not a little boy
With you I'm not a man

When all the hurt inside of me

Comes out, you understand

you see that I'm ferocious

you see that I am weak

You see that I am silly

And pretentious and a freak

But I don't feel too strange for you

Don't know exactly what you do

I think when love is pure you try

To understand the reasons why

And I prefer this mystery

It cancels out my misery

And gives me hope that there could be

A person that loves me”

~ RESCUE ME : Madonna

He was falling into someplace he had never been. Severus was unsure, when Harry pulled back. Afraid that Harry would regret this. Afraid Harry would think he was weak. If Harry had wanted him, why then did he not stay to be ravished like the others?
“Why did you run?” Severus asked.
The air went cold, the banging on the door could be heard once again. Harry stood still, frozen. It was as if Severus had slapped him. Severus began to panic, tried to push his old mask into place, but the pieces were lost to him now in front of Harry.
His heart was about to break, he could feel the intensity of the words about to be said.
“Why would I give myself to clones, when I have been waiting for the real thing?” Harry’s voice broke the ice Severus had imagined. His black eyes searched the green penetrating gaze for the truth.

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“We've conquered our past

The future is here at last

Standing at the entrance

To a new world we can see

The ruins to the right of us

Will soon have lost sight of us

I rescue you

You rescue me

Love rescues us”
~LOVE RESCUE ME: U2
“We shall blur the lines of definition

Waves of love our only ammunition

You alone can save my soul

You alone are my salvation

You alone can make me whole”
~RESCUE ME: ERASURE
Severus is broken, taken in, and the feelings inside his heart take over. He reached once again for Harry. They come crashing together two waves breaking against one another in a storm. Everything is silent except for their moans. Hands strip clothing, flesh against flesh is exposed. They fall into the volcano of pure passion. Harry pulled Severus against him closer, needing to feel more than just skin on skin. Severus is giving in, falling under Harry’s seductive spell. The desk is cleared unceremoniously. Severus is backed up, the lip of the desk pressing into his naked bottom. Harry’s hands immediately cover each globe, trying to cushion the intrusion. Still they kiss; still they touch, softly and reverently. Aching need is present for both of them, but in that moment, they only breath each other. Severus scooted up onto the desk, spreading his legs as Harry nestled in-between them. Louder their cries became as each erection stroked against the other.
Harry pauses on the precipice of the one desire, positioned and ready, he waits. Severus pulls him into a deeper kiss, and then whispered his need. Harry waits no more before entering his heaven. Their worlds shatter around them, stars shine over their bodies, and they soar as high as eagles on passion alone. Just one entrance, one stroke, one need and one desire. Falling down is not as easy as flying.
Severus does not move. Harry holds him closer, not letting go. They gaze, they smile,
And somewhere an old man’s eyes twinkle. A girl wakes from a nap, and a blond finishes his shower.
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