Harry had been on his best behavior. In the aftermath of his last encounter with Snape he had mentally fallen apart. After the shock of the situation had worn off, he had been overcome by feelings of shame and disgust. He'd collapsed in a hallway, slumped against a locker and trembling without control. He stayed that way until his friend Hermione had found him. She'd pulled him into her arms and cooed words of comfort, running her hands through his hair soothingly. Harry thought of the contrast between the gentleness of her touch and the rough treatment his tresses had received earlier and began to sob violently. They remained that way for quite some time before he eventually stopped crying, but he refused to answer Hermione when she asked what had happened. He simply got up and wandered to the next class when the bell rang as if on autopilot. He went through the rest of the day in a daze. After a lot of deliberation, Harry decided to stay away from the principal's room for the remainder of the week and continued to stay out of trouble the week after as well. He spent the weekends hiding away in his bedroom drowning in his thoughts, consumed by the knowledge that his first acts of intimacy had been with Severus Snape, a man - and a man twice his senior at that! He began to get frustrated when Snape made no attempts to speak to him, even when passing him in the halls and as each day passed without a word from the older man, Harry became increasingly irritated.

As he lay stretched on his bed after school one day, house to himself, he thought about what had transpired. His anger that had been building for a fortnight increased with the way his body reacted when confronted with the memory of Snape's caresses. He tried to deny the pleasure he'd received but shivered at the ghost of Snape's touch on his ass, his nipples, his hips, his hair, everywhere. He could almost feel the coolness of the man's fingertips and the heat of his breath. His cock strained against its cotton confines and Harry whimpered. Touch yourself, he heard Severas say. Even now Harry obeyed, shoving his pants down and grabbing his aching member, moaning at the first touch of his hot and sweaty palm on his sensitive flesh, but as he pumped his fist he grew frustrated. It wasn't enough to get him over the edge. Have you ever done this to yourself? Not even a finger? Snape's sultry voiced echoed in his ears. Without hesitation Harry swirled a finger in the bead of liquid leaking out of his cock and brought it to his opening, swinging his legs up and crumpling himself almost in half in order to reach. As his other hand continued with its torturous pace, he probed and pushed his finger into himself. His nerves tingled with pleasure when the digit made it through the tight ring of muscle. The burn made him gasp and tears stung his eyes. He worked both hands in the same rhythm and he felt the impending wave of pleasure about to wash over him. He shoved a second finger inside beside the first as he stroked rough and tight on his weeping cock, the pain pushing him over the edge and he came with a cry of Snape's name, shooting jets of white across his stomach and chest, his legs trembling in the air. As the haze of pleasure dissipated a surge of guilt wracked him. He had cleaned himself off and slipped under the sheets to sleep when Snape's voice played in his mind.

I'll make sure you scream my name. You'll wake up with my name on your lips and you'll never forget exactly what punishment means.

Two weeks later, Harry's irritability finally snapped. He stomped into classes and backtalked teachers until he was sent from the room. After receiving several counts of well-earned detentions, he was told to report directly to the principal's office. He huffed as his friends gave him worried glances and flipped Professor Binns the bird as he trudged out of History class. A sudden wave of uncertainty curled deep in his belly as Harry reached Snape's office but he pounded his fist on the door in spite of it.

The man opened it and said sharply, "Potter." Harry pushed his way past and rounded on him as soon as the door was secured.

"How fucking dare you!"

"Language, Potter. Now if you would kindly explain why you've barged into my office in such a state." Snape replied cooley, moving behind Harry to take his seat at the desk. The memory of himself against that very same wood flashed through Harry's mind. He shoved the memory down but his heart began to race and he felt himself stir in his trousers.

"Oh I think you know exactly why I'm here."

"Really? Well how about we pretend that I don't and explain yourself."

"You… you…!" Harry fumed for a minute. Why am I here exactly? He thought suddenly. With that came embarrassment. What exactly am I hoping for? You want him to fuck you again, is that it? "I…"

Snape hummed. "Ah. I see. You thought that your punishment last time was something special? It was simply that - a punishment, albeit a rather unconventional one."

Hurt came crashing down on Harry like a cartoon anvil and he began to realize just how naive he'd been. Of course it wasn't special. Had I wanted it to be? He hung his head and made no effort to respond.

Snape folded his arms in front of him and sighed. "I have received several notes from teachers expressing concern with your blatant impertinence and I must say I'm extremely disappointed in you. Although I am partly to blame," he continued. Partly? thought Harry. You're entirely to blame! "I had hoped you'd have had more maturity about the situation. Instead, you've let your emotions explode and affect your behavior. Forgive me Potter but I hardly see why I, a man twice your age, would have anything to gain from some sort of relationship with you." Shame enveloped Harry as the hurtful words continued to pour from the man's thin lips. "Your parents have contacted me about your outbursts at home and have asked that I help to remedy the situation. You will accompany your parents to dinner at my home where we will discuss a disciplinary course of action. You're dismissed back to class and if I hear another complaint concerning you, you will be suspended. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Mr. Potter?"

Harry gritted his teeth but mumbled out the words, "Yes, sir." He was waved away as if being shooed but as he reached the door Snape's voice called out to him. His hand froze on the knob as he heard, "Oh, and Potter? Not a word or you will find yourself in much more serious trouble than you could even imagine."

With that he raced out of the room, pale faced and stomach tied in knots.

That evening Harry stood with his parents in front of Severus' door in form fitting dark dress slacks and a deep burgundy cable knit sweater with a V neckline over a white dress shirt. It was as much effort as he'd been willing to put into his appearance, though he came off casual next to three-piece suit father and a-line floral dressed mother. She had brung out her string of pearls and his father pocketed his solid gold watch, the chain hanging in a graceful arch from his pocket to where it connected through a buttonhole on his charcoal vest. When Severus opened the door to his rather impressive home, he wore much the same attire as Harry; dress slacks and an emerald button-down. The color reminded Harry of the carpet in his office and he decided it suited the man, as did the way the shirt seemed to be painted across his broad chest and fall lightly away from his deceptively slim waist. His pants hugged his thick thighs and backside and Harry felt his mouth go dry as a wave of lust washed over him at the sight. He was brought out of himself as they were ushered politely inside.

He was absent minded at dinner, focusing not on the conversation but on the man across from him. He noticed the way Snape's elegant fingers curled around his cutlery, or the way his shirt stretched around the cords of muscle in his arms, back, and chest as he reached for the dishes of food to pass around. He stared at the way his mouth moved as he and his parents discussed ways to improve Harry's behavior, both in school and at home. More than once he reached beneath the table to adjust himself and was embarrassed and frustrated at being infatuated with a man who had made it clear he was not interested. Even so, his heart beat faster when he locked eyes with Snape. The man held his gaze and Harry was overcome by what felt like an electric current pass between them.

"You've been rather quiet, Mr Potter. What do you think of my suggestion?"

What? Harry floundered as his mind raced to try and recall what suggestions they had been discussing but he came up empty. Snape smiled somewhat cruelly. Damn him, Harry thought, he knew I wasn't listening. Refusing to be bested by the man, Harry sat up straight in his chair and met Snape's eyes evenly. "I think it would be acceptable."

His mother clapped her gloved hands together. "Wonderful, Harry darling!"

"Yes. I do think this arrangement will prove beneficial," his father agreed.

What arrangement? Harry wanted to ask but pride kept his mouth closed. What have I gone and gotten myself into this time?

"I'm glad you think so, Mr Potter - ah! Do forgive me, I believe you requested I call you James," Snape responded charmingly.

"Then it's decided. Harry will spend the next few weeks here under your guidance. I'm sure you have a lot of things you'll be able to teach him," his father said. What?!

"Oh yes," Snape said calmly, "he certainly will learn quite a bit. I believe I'll be able to make him understand his schooling, himself, and how to properly respect authority." Harry went still as the realization of what was going on dawned on him. Wait! He wanted to scream. You're making a mistake, don't leave me here!

"Then we leave him in your capable hands, Mr. Snape," his mother cooed. She lifted her napkins from her lap and patted her mouth daintily before saying, "I believe it is time for us to depart. Do you need us to gather any of Harry's things?"

"No, I do believe I have everything we will need. My nephew often stays the night and he is about Harry's size. I have all of the textbooks currently in use at Hogwarts in my study."

"Well then, we thank you for your hospitality and openness about Harry's situation. You really are quite dedicated to your students and I find it absolutely admirable," James Potter stuck out his hand which Severus clasped firmly with his own.

After a kiss on the cheek from his mother and a "goodbye and goodnight" from both his parents, they left Harry at the dinner table. He sat there, stunned until Snape returned and cleared his throat. Harry turned in his chair to stare wide-eyed at the man.

"Well Potter, now it's just you and me. What do you think of our little arrangement, hmm? Your parents have left you completely at my mercy."

Harry snorted at that. "As if I'm actually going to stay with you."

"I don't believe you have a choice in the matter," Snape responded. "Now follow me."

He turned on his heel and stalked from the room. Harry debated remaining in his seat but his hopeless curiosity pulled him after the man. He followed him up the front staircase to the end of the hall on the second floor. Snape opened the door to reveal the study he'd mentioned earlier. The walls were covered in thick tomes, much like his school office. A solid desk added to the scholarly atmosphere and Harry once again recalled the feeling of polished wood grain beneath his hands as Severus thrusted inside of him.

Severus moved to sit down behind the desk and once he was seated he looked at Harry expectantly. "So, Potter, what shall I do with you?"

Harry raised his head defiantly. "I thought I didn't have any choice in the matter," he said snotilly. "I suppose I'm to be at your beck and call. Now would you prefer Master or would Sir be adequate?"

Snape's face grew grim. "Sarcasm is unbecoming and only speaks to your adolescence."

"Adolescence, huh? Funny because last time I checked-"

"You were an immature 17 year old high school student run by emotions and physical impulses instead of using your brain, yes I do recall."

"If that's how you feel then what does the fact that you fucked this immature teenager into your desk two weeks ago say about you?" Harry shouted back, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis. He was at once as angry as he had been that morning and this time he intended to let Snape have it.

"The only reason we had any kind of intimacy was because you look so pretty when you begged."

Harry stopped cold. "I didn't beg!" he said through clenched teeth. All of the other accusations Snape made having been forgotten in the face of what Harry saw as an absurdity.

"Didn't you?" The corner of Snape's lips twitched into a malicious smirk before mocking Harry's voice. "Please, sir, please let me come!"

"You took advantage of me!" Harry cried, rushing to the desk and slamming his fists down on it to keep from punching the man.

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Snape shot back. He leaned forward in his seat. "You begged and begged for more. You begged for my big cock to fill that pretty little hole of yours. You begged for me to let you come."

Harry flushed with shame. "Stop it! You're just a perverted old man, I should report you!" His words sounded childish to his own ears and Snape chuckled darkly.

"If you do that I'll tell everyone what a dirty little cock-slut you are." Snape stood and made his way to him. Harry backed away as he drew near, the older man's face taking on a devilish smirk, his words causing heat to grow in Harry's stomach. "I'll tell them all how obedient you are, how you like being ordered around.

"I do not like being ordered around!"

Harry was surprised to find himself grabbed sharply by the hair and he let out a yelp. He was pushed roughly to his knees and he whimpered as he hit the ground hard, pain shooting through his legs and scalp.

"Are you quite sure of that, Harry?" Snape growled lowly, the sound as menacing as the man looming above him. A shiver ran down Harry's spine. "Because I think you enjoy it. Immensely." To accentuate his point, he gentle pressed his foot to Harry's groin which had begun to grow against the boy's will. Harry squirmed against Snape's hold. "Testing me is a dangerous thing. You're treading on unsound territory, my territory, and if you aren't careful you'll find yourself facing some most unfortunate consequences."

"Is that a threat?"

"Consider it your final warning."

"Fuck you!" Harry spat, glaring up at the man.

Snape seemed to consider for a second before he tightened his grip on the boys hair. "Not today, Harry. I believe you've pushed my patience past it's limit and it wouldn't do to reward you for your behavior."

"There's nothing you could do to me that I would consider a reward."

The smile that lit Snape's face sent a thrill through Harry. He crouched down, twisting his hand in his hair causing Harry to stifle a moan at the way the pain went straight to his cock. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we? I can make you scream in pleasure or pain, the choice is up to you."

"Do your worst," he snarled back.

"As you wish."

The air in Harry's lungs dissipated as his mouth was caught in a bruising kiss. Teeth nipped non too gently at his lips, a strong tongue probing inside his mouth which had opened in shock. It was hot and messy and Harry wanted more. Never before had he been the helpless victim of such feral ferocity. No one to stay idle, he began his own quest into Severus' mouth, licking and nipping and sucking every inch of soft flesh his tongue could reach. His hands came up to cup Severus' face when he was tugged backwards by the hand in his hair.

"You don't get to touch, Potter. Now stand!" With that he was released and he scrambled to his feet. Snape stood as well and began walking towards the door. "Come with me."

"Or what?" Harry said. His voice sounded stronger than he felt.

"Would you really like to find out?"

Harry gulped and decided it was probably better to do what Snape told him. This time. He was lead out of the study and back down the large hall, passing the staircase and continuing. They stopped at the other end in front of a closed door. Harry wondered at what was behind it, concealed by the dark worn wood. Snape didn't hesitate before opening the door and pushing Harry inside the room. It was open, almost cavernous, but it was broken into two sections by rugs and furnishings. On the wall the door swung open to was a fireplace which was lit and burning low, causing the warmth in the room to dwindle and casting shadows that jumped and danced about the room. There was a large plush chair in front of it with a book that looked well-read laying open on the matching footstool. The rug beneath was lush and deep garnet with gold accents, matching the canopy which was drawn over the immense bed on the wall opposite. Tall wooden pillars held it aloft and the covers looked soft and expensive. Harry wondered how they would feel against his skin. There was a window on the wall across from the door through which the light of the moon shone down like a pathway. The curtains on the other window were closed.

Distracted by the expanse before him, he didn't hear Snape shut the door and latch it tightly. Without warning he felt himself enfolded in strong arms, reaching around from behind and hugging his arms to his sides. The entire length of Snape's body pressed against his back, warming him in the chilled room.

"Welcome to the lion's den, Harry," the man breathed in his ear before taking the shell of it into his mouth and nibbling. Jolts of pleasure ran through Harry and he tried not to make a sound as hands began to roam over his body. So this is Snape's room, he thought. He was released and Snape moved to stoke the fire. Harry was surprised to find he missed the contact immediately and hugged himself to try and imitate the comfort he had found in the man's arms. Snape turned to look at him when the fire roared under his careful ministrations. The fire obscuring half of his features in darkness and flickering in his black eyes. Hardly a lion, Harry shivered, more like a wolf. The likeness only seemed to increase as Snape stalked back across the room towards him before stopping in front of him, close enough that Harry could see his chest rise and fall with each breath.

"Remove your shirt," he said lowly. Harry complied, hurriedly unbuttoning the collar and lifting the shirt and sweater over his head in one fluid movement.

Snape made a noise in the back of his throat like a growl and he reached out to Harry, stroking finger tips down his chest. Harry shivered at the cool touch and closed his eyes. Suddenly he found himself in the air and thrown over the man's shoulder like a sack. His hands beat against Snape's back in protest until a sharp blow to his backside made him gasp. He cried out as he was flung onto the bed, bouncing once before his body was held down by Severus' as he crawled on top of the boy. He pulled Harry's arms above his head and before Harry could understand what was happening he heard a soft click as a soft-lined leather cuff was attached to his wrist. The other wrist was swiftly immobilized as well leaving Harry helpless.

He snarled. "Take those off!" He tried to bring his arms down but felt the restraints hold fast. He was unable to move them more than a few centimeters.

"I think not. I'm going to show you who's in charge here and these little things," he gently touched the black leather as he spoke before trailing his touch down Harry's arm, "are going to prove quite useful." He lifted Harry's chin with his fingers and leaned down. When he spoke Harry could feel the brush of his lips on his own. "Besides, you're going to look so pretty spread out and on display for me."

Harry flushed. "You're a fucking sadist."

This made Snape throw his head back with a laugh, full bellied and honest. Harry almost forgot his situation at the sight and sound. This man was very different from the serious and cold one he usually dealt with. "If this is all it takes for you to think that, you must be a serious masochist." He smiled down at Harry, his eyes bright and dangerous. "Let's see how much of a masochist you really are, shall we?"