A/N: New story! I've lost my slash-virginity with this one. It's my first fic to ever be explicit enough to warrant an M rating. Mind you, it's still not very explicit, but it's too heated to be T. It has a… different feel to it. The only thing I've written that I can really compare this to is 'Couldn't Stop'. -Shrugs- I'm a big fan of fluffy-romantic or angsty-romantic Snarry, but this isn't what you could call romantic. Anyway, it's inspired by 'You Make Me Sick' by Pink.
Warnings: Slash, dark, angst, a student and a teacher in a less-than-loving relationship.
Disclaimer: Lookie! A flying kumquat! And it's… bleeding? Aw, someone fix the pretty kumquat!
Teeth dig into a pale shoulder in an attempt to stifle the sensations running through the overloaded body. Firelight dances along the curve of a neck, highlighting the dark bruises marring the smooth expanse of skin. Two mouths scream, hoarsely boasting the perfect pleasure and cutting pain of the moment. Lovers in the throes of passion lose themselves entirely, giving control over to their basest of animal instincts. Climax crashes down on the two like an unstoppable, uncontrollable wave.
They breathe.
Severus Snape lifts himself up and rolls over, giving the body underneath him room to move. Harry Potter slips out from under the covers and silently cast a cleaning charm. He is as quiet as possible as he redresses and places a glamour on the marks covering his body. He will heal them later. He tucks his wand in his pocket and swings his invisibility cloak over his shoulders. Idly he wonders what his father would say about the use his cloak was being put to. He pauses in the doorway and turns to look at the man in the bed. Disgust-filled green eyes meet hate-filled black ones. Still silent, Harry lifts his cloak to cover his head and leaves.
He will wait till he gets to his dorm to throw up, again, and vow to never go back.
Again.
Hands scramble at stone walls, looking for something to use as leverage. Slender fingers grip slim hips as a tongue flicks out over thin lips in anticipation. Hungry black eyes sweep over the needy figure before him. Potion stained fingers make quick work of robes, shirts, and ties. Brutal kisses are exchanged before a youthful mouth works its way down a mature chest. It moves lower as knobby knees hit the ground, in perfect position to please. A talented tongue strokes and swirls. Climax breaks again.
They breathe.
This time it is Severus who performs the cleaning charm. He dresses himself, glances hatefully at Harry Potter as the boy regains his senses and begins to dress, and exits the broom closet.
He will wait until he is back in his chambers before he drinks away his disgust, again, and vows to never let the little bastard to continue to entice him to endanger his job.
Again.
They are too caught up in each other, in the sensations, to realize that no vow is strong enough. They will continue to fight, to torture, to please each other for as long as they both live. What they have is too intoxicating, too explosive, too dangerous to walk away from. They are inextricably intertwined, two souls that will forever be linked beyond anyone's imagination. They will forever disgust, loathe, and need each other. Soulmates of the darkest order, they will never be pulled apart.
A/N: See what I mean about it feeling different? I liked the idea of them being soulmates, but not being in love. Kinda stepping out of the usual, you know? I try to be as original as possible, which is kind of hard in a fandom with so many authors. -Shrugs- Review please!