A/N: I dedicate this random oneshot to the dedicated readers of Invictus, particularly to Yazzi who helped with inspiration.
WARNING: More pure smut, more explicit than Incentive, S/M and D/s prominent.
Playing With Fire
Harry Potter was not having a good day. He had woken late, hadn't gotten breakfast, realized he'd forgotten his potions homework in his dorm, ran back to get it, was subsequently late to potions and Snape decided to be sadistic and read his homework aloud to the class. Harry had actually spent several hours on his potions homework, and he thought he had done alright (Hermione hadn't growled once while revising it), but as Snape tore it apart he sank deeper and deeper into his chair, face red with anger.
When Snape had finished tearing him apart, he set to work on his potion, which did not turn out well. Considering the way the day was going, he wasn't surprised. Snape tore him down again, and he was the last to leave the room. Unsurprisingly, Snape had to have the last word, again.
"Potter, why is it you make it so easy to verbally disembowel you? Do you simply not have the mental capacity to deflect simple antagonism?" the man was smirking, damn him!
"I don't know sir, maybe I'm a masochist." Harry snapped, striding towards the door. Even if it was true, it wasn't the reason he was dealing with the other mans insults in silence. He was just too tired of fighting to have the energy for more than silent anger.
"That must make me a sadist, Potter." Even with his back turned, Harry could hear the smirk in the mans tone, and he felt an unwelcome shiver run up his spine. He left the classroom without a word.
Now, at the end of a very long, very bad day, Harry lay in bed unable to sleep.
Was Snape really a sadist?
He hadn't looked at it that way, before. He knew he occasionally enjoyed it when the older man tore him down verbally, he knew he sometimes enjoyed the vibration of power that radiated from Snape in waves, but he had never fully considered the possibility that he was attracted to him. Harry knew he liked men, from an uncomfortable but educational experiment with Charlie Weasley. He knew he was—at the very least—a bit of a masochist, because when he slept with someone he couldn't feel anything unless it was rough, or cruel.
But Snape?
Now that Harry seriously considered it, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Snape was tall, well built, with a voice that seemed to cut right through him. He had an immense aura of power, self-discipline…
Harry groaned and rolled onto his side, wondering what the world was coming to. Now that he had considered such a thing, potions the next day was going to be hell—he would no doubt have an erection during class, be humiliated…
The idea of humiliation sparked more fire between his legs, and he mentally kicked himself.
Well, if he was going to go unsatisfied and humiliated in potions class tomorrow, he might as well imagine tonight that he would at least be satisfied. He slipped his hand into his pajama pants and began to stroke.
The next day, Potions went exactly as he had predicted, uncomfortable erection and all. Luckily no one noticed this time, but Harry sat the entire class out in a strange mix of agony, suspense, and arousal.
After several days of this, Harry decided he couldn't take the growing tension, and decided to settle it. He made his way down to the dungeons, asking portraits along the way in parsletongue for directions to Snapes quarters.
He finally found them, directly off of a long, unused corridor, and found a portrait of a snake barring his path.
"Look, I just want to knock. Can't I knock?" He asked the sake in parsletongue. The snake shook it's large, cobra head.
"No youngss ssir. Sseveruss sayss none may enterss…" Harry growled.
"Can you tell me the password?" He asked, struck by this idea.
"I will give you a riddle…" Harry groaned.
"Fine! Give me the riddle."
"What password would Severus Snape choose?" Harry nearly punched the amused snake, wondering if portraits could feel pain. Just as he was about to call it quits, the door opened.
"Potter! What do you think you're doing at the door of my private quarters?" The man hissed, and Harry gulped.
"I uh, was wondering, if uhm…" Caught off-guard, he had completely forgotten his wonderful, planned speech. Snapes frown deepened.
"Spit it out, Potter!"
"Was-wondering-if-you're-really-a-sadist?" Harry blurted all at once, coloring at his none-too-subtle advance. He thought he could die with embarrassment; all he wanted to do now was quietly slink away, perhaps disappear completely.
"What business is that of yours?" Snapes eyes had narrowed, and Harry was surprised and gratified to find that the door had yet to be closed in his face.
"Er...Well you see, I've got a bit of a problem." Snape opened the door wider and indicated for him to come inside. Harry was distracted from his first sight of the mans quarters by Snapes voice behind him as the man shut the door.
"You wish for me to take care of something for you, Potter?" The mans voice was low and dangerous, and Harry began to tremble as he shut his eyes briefly. Take care of something…yes, that was exactly it.
"Yes." He said quietly, simply. When he opened his eyes he saw that Snape was glaring; he looked furious! What had he done?
"Sadistic or no, I won't simply harm someone that's in your way, Potter," the man was definitely enraged, and most certainly had the wrong idea. Harry scrambled to fix it.
"No! It's not like that! Fuck! My problem is that I keep getting erections in your class!" Harrys' eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand; he had not meant to say that! A blush crept once again over his cheeks, and he felt the flush of warm skin move down his neck as well. Snape rose and eyebrow.
"Oh?" He began to stalk towards the boy, and Harry very nearly crumbled. He found himself shoved against the nearest wall, and whimpered. "And why is that, Potter?" Snapes hands gripped his hips and pressed Harry against himself. The boy could feel something hard pressing into his hip, and realized his professor was just as hard as he was. Harry groaned and rocked his hips forward.
"You…"his eyes were closed, head thrown back as he tried desperately for more friction. He wasn't coherent enough for a full sentence, but it didn't seem to matter as the other mans hands moved to stroke him through the thin fabric.
"Is this what you want?" Snapes voice was low and silky, and Harry strained his body forward against the hand.
"Yess…" he responded, unaware that the words were in parsletongue. It didn't seem to matter; the hands on him moved, unbuttoning his trousers. When he sprung free of his confinement, when those hands touched his bare skin, he whimpered and arched forward. The fingers seemed to flit from his skin and back again, and Harry made a sound of frustration as he thrust himself towards the contact.
"What a surprise, Harry Potter; wanton and at my command," the man purred before pulling away completely. Harry had to grasp at the wall to keep from falling down in a pile, and he glared weakly at the man who was staring at him with a calculating look in his eyes.
"Follow," Snape turned on his heel and began walking towards an adjacent door. Harry hesitated a moment, defiant, before his aching erection demanded that he follow orders. He detangled himself from his pants and shoes before following at a faster pace. Snape stood to the side of the now-open door, and motioned Harry in. Harry hesitated once again before moving forward, finding himself in a large room with a king-sized bed. Harry looked at the bed and gulped, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
Snape leaned against the doorframe, almost casually, and looked him over.
"Choose a word." The man ordered. Harry was about to ask what in the hell he meant when he remembered something he had read in a magazine. He scrambled before coming up with something acceptable.
"Siste," he said, hoping it was okay. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Even with Latin you're rather unimaginative, aren't you?" the words were biting, but only seemed to fuel his arousal, and Harry looked down.
After a long silence, Snape spoke again, "Disrobe." Harry looked up, realizing that Snape wanted to watch him undress—what more there was to undress, anyway. He pulled off his shirt, wondering how strippers managed to make such a move look good; look arousing. When he had gotten it off and tossed it aside, he stood and waited. Snape was eyeing him, up and down, and as the minutes ticked by Harry began to get nervous. He wanted to fidget, but he kept his hands at his sides, guessing that Snape wanted him to remain still.
Finally Snape began to disrobe, himself, and Harry watched with eyes that grew increasingly wider. Why did the man wear so much clothing, with such an amazing figure? Broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, pale, creamy skin…
Harry realized that his professor had finished, but the man did not yet move towards him. Instead he took his own erection in his hand and began to stroke himself lazily, never taking his eyes off of Harry. The image was incredibly arousing, and Harry had to lock his knees to keep them from buckling as he made a sound deep in his throat.
"Please…" he managed to say, unsure of what he wanted but knowing he wanted more than this. Snape stopped what he had been doing and strode forward, pushing Harry back onto the bed and kneeling over him.
"Please what, Potter?" he asked in a low tone, touching Harry's leaking member lightly, slowly. Harry bit his lip and strained upwards, bringing his hands to run down the mans sides until he gripped his hips.
Snape continued to touch him as his other hand grasped Harry by both wrists, holding them above his head. Harry let out a moan as his arms were pinned, and Snape lowered his head to lick his ear.
"Do you want to be bound, Harry?" he hissed, and Harry felt himself tremble.
"Yes!" he gasped, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips forward, into that hand. He felt leather cuffs appear around his wrists, snug and tight, and he pulled against them and shuddered in pleasure at the feel of being restrained, helpless.
"Such a little whore," Snape murmured, flipping him over unceremoniously as Harry cried out. A hand began to touch him yet again, and Harry pushed forward, whimpering. The strain, the tension of being so close yet so far from release made tears gather in his eyes as he ground forward, begging.
"Not yet, Potter. You'll come when I say." Harry groaned in frustration as the hand was taken away yet again, only to join the other one as his ass cheeks were spread. Realizing what was to come, he braced his knees and elbows, pushing back into the hands that touched him.
"So eager," his professor drawled, and a mixture of pleasure and shame welled within him as he bit his lip and hung his head.
"Please!" he called, the shame unable to keep him from begging. Two fingers entered him and he shoved himself back, shaking. "Please, you—" he panted, wanting more, wanting it now. The fingers pulled out of him, the hands moving to grasp his hips before his professor thrust into him. The pain and pleasure of the penetration made Harry dizzy.
"Aah!" He gasped as Snape pulled partially out, then thrust back in. He wasn't going to last much longer; with every thrust, the man brushed a bundle of sensitive nerves and Harry came closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like hours but could only have been minutes, Snape gave the command, and he spent himself, shuddering and calling out something unintelligible. Several more thrusts and the other mans seed filled him, both men panting and spent.
Snape pulled out of him slowly, rolling him onto his back once again and putting his mouth next to Harrys' ear.
"Next time, you will scream your safeword," the man promised, and Harry could not repress a shudder of anticipation.
Next time.
A/N: please review! I hope I didn't cross the line about M for this one. If I did, someone please let me know and I will take it down and put it up on walk the plank.
Edit: I am considering turning this into a succession of linked, but plotless pwp's. If I do, that means there will be a chapter two, three, etc to this story. Please review and tell me what you think :)
