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Chapter Eleven: The Curse Breaks

Severus had expected changes after that night with Harry. He was half-afraid that he would develop a raging erection each time he saw the younger man. Thankfully, he still had a bit of self-control. Harry was not acting any differently, although he was quite affectionate at times.

One night, the air felt strangely tense. Harry came into the room, scowling darkly as he shut the door behind him. Severus waited until he had put up the necessary precautions. It was a mystery why Harry had not informed anyone that he had not lost his ability to speak, and that he was beginning to be able to move.

"I don't know what's wrong with everyone," Harry muttered as he removed his shoes. Then he sat down on the bed before positioning himself beside Severus. "Hermione won't talk to me ... Ron's pissed off at something Tonks had said. Moody and Meade are arguing about whether or not we should be going to another haven." Whatever it was, he was depressed enough to snuggle close to Severus.

The silence between them grew, but Severus chose not to break it. He simply enjoyed the warmth of Harry's body. He thought of nothing. It was incredibly relaxing, until Harry's hand slid under his shirt and started rubbing his chest. No matter how much willpower he had, his resolution wavered whenever Harry began his seduction. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that his body did not like it, Harry's kisses undid him. It made him feel vulnerable. It made him mad with need.

Harry sat him up, and made him lean against the headboard. Thoughts of what Harry wanted to do crawled around his befuddled mind.

"If you want to undress me, finish the job," Severus muttered.

Harry, already naked, merely grinned and straddled his thighs. "You look sexy like that."

Severus snorted and looked down at himself, unclothed from the waist down, his shirt completely unbuttoned but still clinging to his shoulders. His cheeks heated and he wondered what he was doing, staring down at himself like that.

"This," Harry stroked him lightly, "looks very nice as well."

Obsidian eyes rolled sardonically at that comment. Harry continued to sit on him, unmoving ... and still wearing that idiotic grin. Severus pondered on what he should do. He leaned back, made himself comfortable and studied Harry. Gone was the innocent face Harry worn as a child; he still looked a bit boyish but not naive or lost anymore. That Harry was able to seduce him like this, accounted for a bit of growing up. It certainly did not hurt that he was quite ... adventurous and imaginative.

His eyes shifted, and met Harry's. The owner seemed amused at his overt examination but did not utter a word. Severus moved his attention to the mane of black hair, as dark as his own, but stubborn and unruly. Suddenly, he itched to touch it.

He brought his hand forward slightly and reached out. The grin from the younger man's face faded into a gentle, almost contented, smile as Severus caressed it with slow, gentle strokes. His hand moved to the right shoulder, and he placed his other hand on the left. He kneaded the flesh and smiled upon feeling the shiver under his hands.

"Come closer," Severus whispered. Harry moved several inches and Severus restrained himself from rubbing the other's erection. Dipping forward, he kissed the wizard's chin, and felt the warm puff of air against the tip of his ear. He moved on to the earlobe, gently kissing and biting it in alternate movements. Pulling his head back, he saw that Harry's eyes were closed and his eyelids were fluttering slightly with his heartbeat.

"Your glasses are in the way."

In response, Harry took them off. The minute it left his face, Severus grasped his cheeks. He pulled him forward, and Harry gasped. Severus' tongue ran rampant all over his lips and into his mouth. The sound of Harry's glasses tumbling to the floor barely registered in his head.

"Uhhhh..." Harry pulled back, gasping for air. Severus used the opportunity to press his hand against the wizard's lower back, making Harry arch a little.

Severus caught the dark chocolate bud between his lips and started sucking.

"Oh!" Harry whimpered, and he shuddered when Severus took his other nipple and started to nurse it the same way he did to the first. "...good..."

"Stand up..." Severus' heart was pounding. His mind was quite frantic with lust. He was so close to Harry - he could almost feel the same need coming from Harry's manhood.

"Uh ... why?"

Severus swore and glared into the hazy, green eyes. "You can be offensively dense, do you know? Get on your knees and let me suck you."

"What?" Harry gaped, dumbstruck. His eyes were suddenly clear.

"Are you afraid?" Severus taunted, raising his eyebrow. "I am not going to bite, you foolish brat."

"It's not that..." Harry mumbled, suddenly not looking at him.

"Then what?"

"I might come." That came out in a barely audible whisper. Severus looked at his face closely and smirked to see that the tip of his ears had actually turned crimson.

"Hmphf. You are young. That will not be a problem. Now, get up. I want to taste you."

Harry was quite reluctant. He almost bucked away when Severus went straight for him. Fortunately, the older wizard had seen it coming and had stopped Harry from moving any further by placing his hands on his hips. Harry's contradictory pleas filled his ears, making him smile with amusement. He continued, determined to finish Harry.

Body tense and voice suddenly mute, Harry came. He let out a soft whimper when his body shook and weakly dropped on Severus, which caused the older wizard to gasp. It was almost painful when Harry's bottom trapped his erection. He was quickly distracted from the pain by the sweet, lingering kisses on his mouth. At some point, he realized that he was poking into Harry.

"Make it easier, Harry," he said, somewhat out of breath.

"Eager, aren't you?" Harry chuckled softly.

Harry's body was heaven, and hell, at the same time. Heaven, because sweet pleasure assaulted his nerves. Hell, because it seemed that pleasure could reduce his ego. Severus was glad that Harry was kissing him - Merlin only knew what sort of sweet-nothings would escape his mouth. Then his lover cursed in frustration, and Severus held his head back, wondering what was wrong.

"... not enough," Harry muttered to himself. "Damn ... I want you to move." The younger man buried his face in the crook of his neck, all the while muttering. "I want you to shove it in. Go all the way. Hard."

The words played in his mind over and over, almost driving him mad. Harry was right - his shallow movements were not enough. He needed to pound, needed to lengthen the strokes before slamming right into him again and again.

"Severus ... Severus... damn..." Harry tried to get into a good position to achieve that but to no avail. Seeing the desperation in his face, the pure need in his voice, Severus growled. He was so blinded with need to give Harry what he wanted, he was not even aware that he had managed to move.

He pushed Harry back, who in surprise, wrapped his legs around Severus' waist in a firm grip. Now, Severus had the freedom of movement and thrust his hips back and forth repeatedly. Harry's gasps quickly transcended into loud moans and pleas, before ending with a sharp cry.

"Yessss!"

His tide of orgasm swept Severus off as well. The contractions around him were so hard, painful, but exquisite. Their moments of pleasure dulled. Severus hovered above Harry, a bit confused as to how he got into that position. While his eyes stared blankly at the young face, his mind took an inventory of the conditions of his body. His arms and his legs were straining with effort to keep himself above his lover. His back and hips ached peculiarly. He felt himself soften and Harry's body pushed him out. A thought floated in his mind, and Severus absently pulled back to see his essence flow out. Then it finally registered that he had actually moved back to witness it.

"That was great," Harry said shakily. Before Severus could think of anything else, he pulled him down. It couldn't be comfortable for Harry if he continued to stay on top, so he moved, and lay on his side.

If he could move, then he could finally be free of the Order, right?

"Your choice, Severus. You can stay, or you can go." Harry's voice was thick with satiation. He almost sounded half-asleep. "I'm not going to leave your side, however."

Severus stared mutely at the raven-haired head. Minutes passed, with only the sounds of breathing audible. He thought Harry was asleep.

"Hey, do me again later," Harry whispered. "Now that you can move ... take advantage of me, all right?"

"You damned brat," Severus muttered. But even to him, those words had lost their offensive edge. They sounded almost fond. He sighed at Harry's soft chuckles.

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