Disclaimer: As much as I wish to be a literary genius and multi-millionaire like JKR, I sadly am not and I own none of this intellectual property, except Evan. But you can borrow him if you want...

This fic is SLASH and will get fairly graphic at points, if you don't like it or aren't of age, don't read it.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I've been out of town for a few days. Below is another flashback. Is the present/past thing confusing you or do you like it? Enjoy!

Harry laid awake the night before classes were to begin and listened to his lover sleep beside him. Severus breathed deeply and sounded at peace, despite the trying day that they both had. Harry agreed that the public outcry at their newly discovered relationship would lessen, but he wanted to just get on with living his life already. Sleep was alluding him due to his chaotic thoughts. Hoping to find peace, Harry moved closer to his sleeping mate and wrapped himself around his naked form. The feeling of their skin touching always calmed Harry and made him think about the first time they realized how perfectly in tune they really were.

Flashback

Severus Snape woke up the morning after Harry's graduation with a hammering in his head that he hadn't felt in years. Dragging himself to his potions cabinet in the bathroom, he pulled out not one, but two hangover potions. What was I thinking? Suddenly, it dawned on him that the happenings of the previous night were not purely fantasy. Holy fuck…Potter.

Snape sat down on the closed toilet seat to contemplate his memory of the Gryffindor's visit. A bottle of firewhiskey was at the start of the memory and led to revelations about a certain boy-who-lived liking blokes and snogging his godson. And then snogging me.

Bloody hell.

He sat there for a few minutes regaining his equilibrium and imagining the awkward conversation that was to come with the boy. The man…boys don't kiss like that. He was bound to have little memory of coming to his professor's room pissed and proceeding to give him the best make out session he has had in years. Be honest, Severus. The best make-out session ever.

Severus could imagine Harry's embarrassment and hoped that their working relationship would be salvageable. I will just have to try to forget about his lips, and his hands…and his tight ass. The thoughts of the dark-haired Potions Master required his day to begin with an ice cold shower.

Harry was supposed to meet him in the Room of Requirement for training that morning, but when he hadn't arrived by half nine, Severus was convinced that he was too horrified by what had transpired in his sitting room that previous night. His head was filled with scenarios where Harry refused to speak to him further citing that he had taken advantage of the younger man. His head still pounding, Severus began pacing the room nervously. I do not get nervous. This is ridiculous. The boy just needs to forget everything that happened. We just need to move on and mark it off as the results of too much alcohol and high spirits from graduation. That's it. Just forget about it.

When the normally acerbic professor saw the Chosen One walk through the door looking apologetic, he was too shaken at the sight of him to come up with a snarky greeting chastising him for his lateness. Shockingly, the Gryffindor beamed at the older man as he entered further into the Room of Requirements.

Severus' eyes were locked on the younger man walking toward him, and he felt an surprising hunger start to grow in his belly.

"Mornin' Sev." Harry stepped closer to the normally stoic professor and felt unsure of his reaction in the daylight. Despite the uncertainty floating around in his brain, Harry couldn't help but bring his hand up to the older man's face and direct their lips together forcefully. "I could get used to waking up with the taste of you on my lips."

Dumbfounded, Severus looked back at the boy questioningly but didn't know what to say about his greeting. He receded into the only interaction that made him comfortable - snide remarks.

"You're late, Potter."

"I know, sorry. I wasn't exactly in the most responsible state last night and I forgot to set my wand to wake me up. It won't happen again." Hopefully, I won't have to wake up alone much longer.

"It better not. I'm not spending time with you out of the goodness of my own heart. You need to take this seriously."

Severus received an apologetic look from the sleepy-eyed, adorable younger man. "I'll make it up to you later…I promise."

Again, Severus was uncharacteristically lost for words. Who is this oddly confident and unquestionably gorgeous man and where is the messy-haired, quick-tempered Gryffindor golden boy?

Severus was unable to stay focused during their lesson for the entirety of that morning. He expected an embarrassed, contrite hothead, but instead Severus was faced with looks of affection and barely contained lust. His own emotions simmered below the surface and he had yet to contemplate why Harry's reaction to their drunken liaison was affecting him so much. Severus' irritation was growing by the minute. His distraction was allowing his young student to get the upper hand and that was only fueling his annoyance.

Right when Severus was caught at a moment of reflection on what Harry's most recent stolen glance was supposed to mean, he was hit with a stunner directly in the chest. It was the first time that Harry had managed to best his former professor and he couldn't help but wear a triumphant grin when he leaned down to enervate Severus.

When long black eyelashes opened to reveal the older man's deep, ebony eyes, Harry knew that he was in trouble. Instead of mild irritation or even some small glimpse at pride, Harry saw raw fury and stepped back into the room.

"WHAT THE FUCK POTTER?"

"It was just a stunner, sir. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm not hurt you blasted fool and this has nothing to do with your damn lucky stunner. Stop fucking looking at me."

Suddenly understanding the situation, Harry could not hold back a proud smirk and a laugh.

The Potions Master jumped up off the floor like a man possessed and looked upon Harry was malice. "What in Merlin's name do you find amusing, brat?"

Harry knew that he was adding fuel to an already out of control fire, but he didn't let his cocky grin falter as Severus neared him.

"Have you forgotten the English language, Potter? What is so funny?"

"You." Harry knew that he was testing his boundaries with the other man. "You're distracted by my hot body and you can't even attempt to deny it."

"Just because we happened to share a brief, extremely drunk encounter does not mean that it meant anything to me." Severus hoped his words had sounded more convincing to Harry than they had to him.

Harry broke the distance between himself and his former professor. "Really? So why haven't you tried to kill me yet today? We have been dueling for over an hour and I haven't heard you cast a single unforgivable or potentially life-threatening hex. Usually you barely last five minutes before attempting to end my life or cause me some sort of painful disfigurement. What gives?"

"I…" Severus faltered on his words and tried to come up with the most normal, appropriate response for a teacher to give his pupil. His pupil who he snogged within an inch of his life last night.

Before his acerbic tongue could mutter another syllable, Harry launched himself towards Severus' lips. There was nothing questioning or tentative about their joining. They came together roughly and full of the passion that had been lingering in the air since the previous night. Severus felt an insistent tongue caress his lips and lost himself in the sensation. Hot, needy mouths battled for dominance, but the two men felt nothing but bleeding emotion. In a brief moment of cognizance, the former Death Eater realized that being with Harry like this was the first time that the ache inside of him had dulled since the dark mark first graced his arm. He makes me almost believe that I could deserve someone like him.

Their mouths broke apart with the same frantic craze as they joined. Harry looked expectant and almost fearful of the older wizard's outburst. Instead of a flurry of expletives, Severus only collapsed on the long navy couch that had appeared at one side of the room's library and sighed.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Sev. I have never felt anything like your kisses and I want more. I need more."

"You know who I am, Harry. Let's not confuse this for anything more than it can possibly be. We're clearly attracted to each other, but no one would tolerate me sullying your innocence."

"Sev, I'm not innocent. Stop looking at me like a student. I'm not your student anymore and I am not some wide-eyed virgin. I'm a man. A man who wants you. I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. You make me feel…"

"Feel what?"

"Everything. You just make me feel. It's been a long time since I allowed myself to feel anything but anger and protectiveness. You make me feel like I could to be more than a weapon. Like I deserve to have a life beyond this war."

Severus ran his hands through his long black hair and rested his face in his hands. He didn't even raise his eyes when he whispered "Potter, you always do this."

"What is it that I always do? Other than drive you mad?"

"You manage to complicate everything you touch."

Harry took the words like a blow and could feel his practiced detachment slipping into place. "Wow. Alright, we'll I will leave and try to uncomplicate your life a little. Just give me a couple of days to lick my wounds in peace and I will try to figure out a way to put aside these feelings so we can keep training."

Though he thought for a moment that it would be better for Harry if he forgot their few bouts of explosive passion, Severus couldn't allow him to walk out the door and away from him. Lifting off the couch and striding towards his fleeing companion, Severus felt his heart in his throat for not the first time that morning. The taller man grabbed the teenager's arm and pushed him against the closed door, pressing his own hard body into Harry's. Both men could feel the joint exhalation of breath when their bodies came together.

"I never said I couldn't handle the complications."

Harry nearly screamed in pleasure when he felt warm lips connect with the pulse point in his neck. The Gryffindor's head tipped back and rested on the door behind him to allow Severus access to his neck. Harry felt like fire was engulfing him from the inside, and he rolled his body against the larger one pinning him to the door.

"Are you sure, Harry? Can you handle me? Are you sure we can deal with this?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Sev. I don't want questions and doubt. I want to be yours."

A growl burst from Severus' chest and he could feel his body gearing up to claim the willing younger man beneath him. A momentary thought of the consequences was pushed aside when the Potions Master felt insistent hands working down the buttons on his robes.

Somehow hands made it through the layers of fabric and caressed Severus' naked chest. Harry threw the older man's robes and shirt on the floor and took in the chiseled chest that was revealed. A flush spread across Harry's face and torso and he felt an animalistic urge to claim the man before him. Harry used his upper body to switch places and push Severus against the door. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry moved his mouth to the naked chest before him. There was not a place that his tongue or teeth didn't assault. Severus let out a soul-shattering, and potentially embarrassing, moan when the black-haired boy tongued his nipples. Harry felt powerful in the reaction that he was able to elicit from Severus, and he heard a deeper, richer groan when his hands worked the buckle of the Potions Master's belt. Harry knew what he wanted and unzipped his lover's pants with a seductive stare as he dropped to his knees.

"Sweet Merlin, Harry."

The debauched look on his former student's face as Harry slid down his pants and boxers was something that Severus knew he would never be able to erase from him memory. Undeniable enraptured lust.

Still leaning against the warded door, Severus could do nothing but allow his eyes to roll into the back of his head and let out a throaty groan as Harry took his cock into his mouth for the first time. It was too much for the older man to bear. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived and Gryffindor golden boy, was on his knees pleasuring his most hated professor. Harry's big green eyes looked up at him through heavy lids and thick lashes and locked onto his own captivated eyes. Harry swirled the head of Severus' cock with his tongue and then nibbled along the vein that ran on the underside of the Slytherin's rock-hard length, drinking up the salty liquid that leaked from its head. With another deliberate look upward, Harry took the entire substantial length of Severus' cock into his throat and bobbed his tight mouth up and down his shaft. Harry was nearly choking at his size, but he was enjoying his control over the normally unflappable Potions Master.

Harry popped his mouth off his lover's engorged flesh and gave Severus a challenging, lust-filled stare.

"I'm pretty flexible. Do you prefer to top or bottom? Or do you want me to make you come with my mouth?"

More. I just need more. "Ah…shit. I prefer to top, but I think I will come too soon after what you just did to me. You can…but I haven't received in a long time."

The smaller man raised himself out of his kneeling position and removed his t-shirt with one swipe of his arms. Severus got his first glimpse of Harry's cut abs, narrow waist, and broad shoulders, and amazed himself by hardening even further. Harry led his former professor to the bed that had materialized without either of their conscious knowledge, and pushed him to lie on his back. Slowly and with seductive deliberation, Harry locked eyes with the aching, nearly out of control spy and dropped his pants and underwear. He allowed the reclined man a few moments to stare at him and savored the feeling of those dark eyes drinking him in. Harry knew that he was impressively endowed, even more so than the man who he had just taken in his mouth, and he hoped that it excited Severus to see how hard he had made him.

Harry moved to the bed and relaxed himself on top of the taller man, laying kisses along his neck and chest. Harry found some lubricant on the table beside the bed and coated his own fingers liberally. As he prepared the moaning, incredibly sexy man beneath him, Harry's lips returned to Severus' and they got lost in their passion. Their lips didn't part until both men sighed as Harry slid himself into his lover's body. He stayed in place for several moments, allowing the man beneath him to get used to the feeling of fullness. Nothing had ever felt so right to Harry before. Severus was tight and warm and felt like he had been crafted to fit Harry's length. As Harry began to move slowly, he locked his gaze upon Severus and didn't allow their eyes to break connection as they moved together towards completion.

"Fuck Sev. You're so tight. This might be my new favorite place."

"Harder. I want you to come with me, Harry. Come inside me."

Harry changed his angle slightly and increased the pace of his hips, feeling Severus thrust upward to meet him. He knew that he was slamming the older man's prostate with every thrust and tried to get as deep as he could. From the panting in his ear, Harry knew that Severus wouldn't last much longer at the pace they were going. He could feel his own climax bubbling to the surface, and didn't want to hold back any of the feelings that were inside of him.

With only a half dozen more strokes, Harry felt Severus tighten around him as he reached his peak and his cock immediately began to pulsate inside of his lover's ass. Holy hell. I knew that sex was good, but I never imagined it could feel like that.

Harry collapsed on top of Severus' naked, sweat-soaked body breathing heavily.

"Wow."

"Indeed, Potter. I can't fault you for your monosyllabic response. That was 'wow.'"

Harry laughed and Severus could feel the deep movements of his chest on top of him. Harry kept whispering kisses along the Potions Masters throat, not wanting to come down from their high.

"Sev?"

"Potter?"

"You're not going to turn me away now, right? I hope that we can do that again. A lot."

Severus knew that he has a lot to think about, but could not imagine wanting to run from the feelings that had been elicited in their lovemaking.

"No, love, I don't think I could step away from this even if I wanted to. Though, we were expected at lunch about 15 minutes ago. They might send a search party if we don't show up soon."

Grinning at the normally reserved man's use of an endearment, Harry reluctantly pulled himself off of Severus and hopped out of bed in search of his clothing.

"Tonight? Can I come to your rooms later, Sev? I have my own room now, so I don't think that anyone would really notice my absence."

Severus knew that they were taking a chance, but there was no hope in resisting the pull of their bodies. And whatever else it was that I feel when I look at him.

"As long as you can be discrete, I will set the wards to allow you entrance to my quarters."

Harry felt a wave of affection bubble up in his chest. Re-warding his private quarters spoke of more than just a quick shag. I deserve to find love and this already feels like the closest thing to it that I have ever felt.

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