As promised. Stay safe and stay home.


XXX: The Raw Truth

A hand on his waist guided his moves as he slowly ground down on the body beneath his. Severus sighed, head dropping against the back of the couch. They were dressed still, though Harry's fingers worked keenly on the buttons on Snape's white shirt. He licked the revealed skin, caressed it with fingers.

It was not urgent like this morning, nor was it slow and tender like last night. It was paced just right, fingers stroking, teasing, running up his back under his shirt then coming down, palm pressed hotly against his skin then shifting over his arse, grabbing, pushing and pulling, making sure Harry's erection pressed down just at the right spot.

He connected the dark moles on Severus' chest with his tongue, dragged his mouth up on the white neck, nibbled on sharp jaw line. He licked at Snape's parted lips, traced his lower lip then the upper one too, before he would thrust his tongue inside the wet hideout, finding something there to play with.

His hands did not remain idle. With the last available button undone as well, he tugged the shirt out of the slacks, tore at them until he heard a pop and the next moment the shirt hung loose on either side of the lithe body. Meanwhile he never stopped grinding, rotated his hips, pressed down on hardness.

Snape kissed, passionate, loving. Harry understood that it wasn't just smoking he decided to leave behind but his fears as well, the little boy too dissolved into nothingness. He was nowhere now, grown up, assimilated into Severus, the man. There were no walls anymore, just an open field, endless, full of potential. Stone turned to dust, doubt to trust, and Harry could only hope that little boy would never ever have to come back.

"Hold tight," was all the warning Harry got before Severus leaned a bit forward then pushed himself from the couch, standing up. Harry's legs and arms wrapped around him, held him firmly. The physical strength of that lithe body still continued to amaze him, much like the man's magic. He was held with firm arms and he saw the room as a blur then they were kissing again, and his eyes closed in pleasure. He was dropped on the bed, he bounced a couple times, but his hands already clasped into the bottom of his shirt and he was pulling it over his head, then threw it away.

Severus knelt on the bed, and Harry pulled him closer by grabbing his belt buckle. Snape all but fell over him and Harry smiled. The lean body slithered over him, like a soft blanket and enveloped him as they fell back on the covers.

Harry grunted, pushing up, rubbing against Snape's hardness while keeping him in place with hands on his arse.

They did not play around now. Harry's jeans were unfastened and off him within a heartbeat, four hands worked on it to get it off as fast as possible. His shorts followed just as quick. A whispered spell, a flash of those dangerous, dark eyes then heat enclosed Harry's hardness as a finger thrust up inside him.

That one time did not make him get used to the weird sensation. He was not in pain and the finger moved in him smoothly, yet the feeling was so strange but not less extraordinary. And given it was paired with a tongue wetly sliding against the underside of his cock he had no reason to complain, on the contrary in fact.

Luscious sounds come from Snape' mouth as he sucked on the erection then licked it all the way up like it would be some delicious lollipop. Teeth grazed gently the head, Harry cried out and a second finger slipped into him. Snape's tongue rubbed the tip, lips tight around it, too. He curved his fingers, and Harry grabbed the sheets, almost coming. He all but felt Snape smirk around his cock.

He eased his mouth down on Harry's rigid member, slowly taking him deeper and deeper, black eyes closed in concentration. He sucked hard as he came back up, pulling Harry's inhibitions out of him as well. Harry thrust up, and Snape let him fuck his mouth fingers going deeper into Harry.

He barely felt the third one, it was the pressure, sweet and delicious as he pressed down on it that made him aware. He thrashed between the fingers deep inside him and the mouth swallowing him almost to the base of his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, but he didn't say anything, he wanted it like this, he wanted Snape to remember his taste the rest of the evening, the rest of the week even, who knew when they would have a chance again for a meeting like this.

Long, black hair caressed his thigh, he practically had Severus in a headlock. The man watched him, dark gaze stuck on Harry's face, his expression fierce, Harry couldn't look away. This was his fantasy all those weeks ago when he was with Ginny, this sight right here, this was what he longed for even then.

His muscles tightened and he came down Severus' throat. Snape swallowed but the thick come dribbled out of his mouth and trickled down on Harry's twitching cock. He licked it off, sucked Harry until he went soft. He removed his finger, scooted further up and pressed his hard cock there. Harry moaned, sat up, fingers unbuckling belt, undoing a button and lowering the zipper in a haste. This cigarette break was still far from over.

He was pushing Snape's slacks down, reaching beneath his underwear before the man could say a word, not that he needed to, there was no need for words now. The hard manhood pulsed in Harry's hand, he gave it a couple strokes, then looked up almost helplessly at Severus. The little bottle of lubrication was surely somewhere nearby, but he didn't want to rummage in drawers now.

Snape was merciful, or just too needy now too, because the next minute Harry's fingers moved on the sleek manhood easily. He was the one placing the soft head to his entrance, as he tried to push himself just a little further down on the bed. Severus watched it, eyes swimming with lust as Harry impaled himself with the hard member. Then he fell back onto the bed, and Snape's control snapped too. He pushed in with one long thrust, slipped deep enough right away to make Harry cry out.

He watched his professor seek his own pleasure. Snape gave a very arousing sight like this. He was still wearing his shirt, it hung loose on one shoulder, his white skin lit by the fire glowed orange. Black tresses a mess again, slightly curly where it touched his sweaty forehead and became wet. Lips bit to blood red, cheeks flushed, breathing hard. Harry stroked himself, knowing this view would make him hard again soon.

Severus stayed on his knees for a while, enjoying his own view no doubt. His black eyes roamed on Harry's body, strong hand gripped one of his legs, held it up, while the other pressed down on Harry's flat belly, making every stroke of that hard cock inside even more pleasurable.

The contorting of the man's muscles on his abdomen was almost hypnotizing to watch, Harry couldn't take his eyes away from it. He could see how groups of muscles tensed and released in a long, smooth wave, over and over again. His skin stretched on his ribs and flesh, bones protruding, not a single muscle left hidden. The winged pendant bounced against that marble skin every time Snape moved, the moonstone powerless against these forces now.

Bony fingers swatted away his hand and wrapped around his cock, still wet with oils, sliding smoothly, perfectly. Harry could feel himself harden, every brush over the sensitive head of his erection pulling an ardent cry from the depth of his soul. It only made Severus smirk slightly, watching Harry wild with lust like this surely did wonders to his ego.

Hands left idle for a moment, Harry started caressing the man's thighs at his sides, soft hair drifting beneath his fingertips. He grabbed them, used them as leverage to lift his hips higher. The next moment he was pulled deeper down on the hard shaft as Severus drew him over his lap with one smooth motion. Harry's whole body was an arch, only his shoulders and his head touching the bed.

The hand was back around his cock and every stroke, every thrust made Harry cry out loud. Severus was in no better shape, pounding into Harry with never-ending prods, skin glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open. The deep moans that broke up from his throat were almost an endless purring now.

Severus changed the rhythm, his thrust deep and languid suddenly and it made Harry keen, whimper loudly, nails digging into Severus' flesh with every prolonged motion. The long fingers around his now once again rigid hard cock moved relentless, a firm grip stroking him back to life with ease.

Snape's motions stilled even more. He let down Harry's leg and lay down over him. He stopped with his unhurried stroked, stayed sheathed deep inside Harry, hips circling just slightly, just enough that Harry would feel the motion, the pressure.

Hands slithered beneath his shoulders, held his head as Severus kissed his chest, bit at his nipple, hungry mouth wandering further up until he found the base of Harry's neck. He sucked on the skin, gave a long lick over Harry's Adam's apple up to the tip of his chin. Harry shuddered wildly.

Endless black eyes watched him and Severus said, "You're so fucking tight around me, you could make me come just like this."

Not a word was spoken between them until now, aside from that little warning when Harry was lifted from the couch. Maybe that was why the dragon inside Harry roiled so wildly all of a sudden, though he suspected it had more to do with the actual words that were said.

Severus pressed his stomach down, rubbing himself teasingly against Harry's cock with every motion. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head.

"This is so good, oh god Severus…"

The dark gaze roamed on his face, shimmering with distant fires. The heat of that pair of black eyes always made Harry feel apprehensive. It used to be because he feared the man, he was scared of the repercussion of his defiance. Lately, since the war, it wasn't fear that kept him on his toes, that made him hold that gaze. There was a darkness there, lurking deep inside, wild, like a panther in the darkness ready to pounce on his prey; like a black bird flying silent in the sky, claws prepared to strike.

Harry wanted him to. He was no prey and he wanted the clash of claws, wanted the raw power, ever since their first fight on the first of September, he probably wanted to feel that insanely wild, almost animalistic force press against him. And he knew Snape wanted the same, maybe not since then, but he could see the intense need in the black eyes.

It was such a contrast to Snape's gentle hold, his soft voice, but then, his words sounded harsh and sore as he said, "You made me feel a great many things in the past months, Harry, from fear to something that scared me even more. Every time I healed you, every time I touched your skin lightning struck me, shook me from the inside. Your magic called for you with recognition, wanted me to reach out and hold you, even though I couldn't. But that magic is mine now, and so are you, and I will not let go either of you ever again, do you understand that?"

Hands remained holding Harry's head, yet something gripped his wrists and pulled them off Severus' back. No matter how much he fought the restrain, his own strength wasn't enough to win over Severus. He had felt it on his body once and this time Snape only had more power over it.

Severus' magic pinned him to the bed, yet Harry fought it, writhed on the bed, making himself only more aroused. His cock, trapped between their bodies, was dripping precome.

"Fucking hell, Severus, make me feel it," Harry grunted viciously, tensing against the invisible hold.

Something snapped in Snape, made him just as wild, as desperate as he was during their fights. It was delicious. The raw power of his ruthless thrusts that pierced Harry, the brutal force that held him down. He could feel the magic all over him, feel the pressure of it along the warm body. Electricity nibbled on his skin even though he couldn't see it. Snape was still in control, only the control this time meant harsh and fierce shoves, biting kisses.

It was an endless assault of pleasure, zealous, fiery. It would have made Harry writhe could he move, but not an inch of his body was free. Snape fucked him almost violently, raw, just as he promised, bringing back memories of pent up tension from all those months ago.

He was so high he barely even noticed when he came, his body couldn't even discern the sensations anymore. It didn't stop, every harsh thrust of Severus' body kept him up there. Severus lavished him with kisses and bites, his lips were sore, and so was his throat from crying and still the eternal, blazing bliss didn't seem to die down.

Severus didn't last much longer, kept his relentless thrusts through his orgasm groaning keenly. His magic disappeared then and suddenly Harry could move again. His arms slithered under Snape's shirt and he wrapped them around the man, held him firmly against his bare chest.

"Bloody hell," he mumbled as they slowly stilled, breathless, body raw and sensitive.

"Indeed," came the answer in a low voice, barely audible even though Severus' lips were right at Harry's ear.

Snape rolled off him, lay on the bed, eyes closed. One of his hand was still at Harry's head, fingers gently stroking his neck.

"Hell of a cigarette break," Harry murmured.

He heard a dark chuckle from his right, turned his head lazily there. "Not the last one, I hope." Snape smirked. "Though how am I to run a school like this I do not yet know."

Harry leaned up on his elbow. "Hogwarts runs itself, but I should be studying for my N.E.W.T.s. I thought you'd have the wisdom to send me away, not fuck me into tomorrow. How am I to finish the essays for McGonagall. And Wallace wants to see me, too."

"Send you away?" Severus laughed, light-hearted. "As if I could. Do recall the night when I said I will not touch you and then promptly did the exact opposite."

"Oh, I recall that… regularly."

Severus looked at him fondly as he stroked Harry's hair, fingertips running through the messy mane with soft caresses.

"What business do you have with Wallace?" He asked.

"He wants to show me something," Harry answered. "Why?"

"Will it last long?"

"You want me back here?" Harry asked with a teasing smile, leaning over Severus.

"I always want you back here," Snape said then pulled him down for a soft kiss. "Besides, I could be persuaded to help you with those essays. I have an extensive library and substituted for Minerva enough to know what she wants to hear."

"You want to help me with homework?" Harry grinned. "That's so sweet."

Severus just huffed, eyes rolling. "There's nothing sweet in it. The sooner you are finished with your homework, the sooner we can have another cigarette break."

Harry hummed, finding the idea to his liking, then all but jumped off the bed.

"I'll have a shower, get my books, meet Wallace and I'll be back here in an hour." He grinned summoning his clothes. "How does that sound?"

"Feasible." Severus smirked and climbed off the bed as well. He watched Harry for a long moment, then slowly undid the cuffs on his shirt as he asked, "May I join?" He nodded towards the bathroom.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you fit for your age..." He noted with a wicked smile.

"Don't worry, love, I scarcely have any strength left to hold myself up," Snape grunted.

Harry watched him smugly as he said, "You know you can always just kneel, Severus," then he went in the bathroom.

He left the door open.

o.O.o

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked lifting Severus' shirt from the ground.

"What is it with you and my shirts, hm Potter?" Severus noted pressing a kiss on Harry's bare shoulder as he walked past him. "I have clean ones too, you know." He motioned towards the drawer near the bed.

"I want this one." Harry said, pushing his hands through the sleeves, then fingers already working on the buttons. The sleeves were a bit longer, but he rolled those up and it was a bit tight around his shoulders, but other than that almost a perfect fit.

"It's yours," Snape shrugged noticing only after that that the question was only a hypothetical one given Harry was already wearing it.

They said goodbye on the balcony then Harry jumped over the balustrade, letting gravity pull him in for a moment before turning into an owl and flying back to the library where he had come from. He found the window and was glad to see that Ron and Hermione were still sitting at the desk, studying. He slowed down and flew towards the window, landing gently on the sill.

He knocked with his beak quietly, not to alert the librarian or any other students that might be sitting around. Ron looked up and then realized it was Harry, his eyes promptly scanning the room for anyone who might notice him. He must have judged the area clear because he stood and let Harry in.

Harry transformed back into his human form right away.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

"That was a long break…" Ron noted with a raised eyebrow, the tone of his voice making absolutely certain that he knew what Harry had been doing and envied him for it, too.

Hermione looked up from her book only realizing Harry was back.

"Did you change?" She seemed surprised for a moment.

Harry draw his hand over the white shirt, soothing every wrinkle there might be, then just said, "I don't know what you're talking about," with a small smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the obvious lie, then commented, "Your buttons are askew," then turned back to her homework.

"Shit," Harry said, quickly fixing them with a wave of his wand, ignoring Ron's sniggers.

He packed away his books and parchment and slapped his bag on his shoulder. "I'm off to see Wallace. Then I'm… going to study late, so don't wait up for me," he told Ron.

"Does that mean, I'll have a birdless night?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry grinned.

"That will almost be weird," sighed the ginger. "Tell him we said hi."

"Sure, will do," Harry nodded then rushed out of the library.

The door to Wallace' classroom was open, and Harry found the man sitting behind his table. He was correcting some essays, rolls and rolls of parchment were around him, his quill dripping with red ink. Maybe it was the light, but he looked somewhat ill. His dark skin had a sickly complexion about it.

Harry knocked on the doorway to get the man's attention. Even the chocolate brown eyes seemed dull now as they turned up onto Harry, though Wallace did smile when he realized who it was.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Potter. So glad you could come."

"I'm not late, am I? You never said what time, and I just…"

"No, no," Wallace said standing up. "You're perfectly on time. Come on in. And close the door, will you?"

Harry did as requested, then walked across the room towards the professor.

"Is this about the Duelling Club?" Harry asked dropping his bag on a desk.

"The Club? No, absolutely not." Wallace said, waving the idea away with a jerk of his hand. "Though I must admit watching you and Professor Snape duel was quiet enlightening, indeed. I doubt I would have had this thought have I not witnessed your fight. When did you learned to do Intuitive magic so well?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said honestly. "One day I just closed my eyes and I could see Professor Snape's magic. I fought him so many times, I guess I was just tuned to him by the time. It was the same during the fight. I just concentrated and there it was. Then I could see the other's, too."

"I doubt it happened only because you're tuned to the Professor's magic," Wallace remarked and though he couldn't know it, there was an insinuation in the sentence that made Harry blush slightly. "Have you ever done it wandless?" He asked sitting on his table.

Harry shook his head. "I didn't even know you can." He said quite embarrassed.

"No worries, Mr. Potter," Wallace said, smile coming to him easily as always. "Its limits are boundless, and we're only scratching the surface here yet. I'm just trying to map out what I'm dealing with here."

"When my eyes are closed, I can see other people's magic. I can see it gather more intensely in the tip of their fingers just before they would shoot a spell. That's all." Harry told the man. "Professor Snape said you make Intuitive magic in your heart, not in your mind."

"As always, the Professor is correct," Wallace admitted amiably, and Harry was pleasantly surprised. "Magic comes from your roots, your soul – your heart if you prefer. Your mind is the middle man taming that magic, controlling it with words. Those are the spells, charms we use. What you're doing is simply cutting out the middle man."

Harry nodded, understanding, then said hesitantly with a bit of hope in his voice, "If you don't mind me saying, you sound… you sound like you hate him less."

Wallace chuckled. "Let's just say I came to a conclusion and it gave me some alleviation. I can see the past from a distance now."

"That's good," Harry smiled. "I'm really glad to hear that."

Brown eyes watched him, but Wallace said nothing for a moment, then sighed deeply. He cleared his throat. "I have an experiment for you, Harry, a bit of testing your magic. You feel up for it?"

Harry nodded with a confident grin. After his little cigarette break with Severus, he felt he could fly out to space even.

"Sure, go ahead!"

"May I have your wand?" Wallace asked and held his hand out.

Harry handed his holly wand over to his professor without hesitation. Wallace watched the piece of slim wood in his hand with a soft smile, almost fondly. His warm gaze turned up to Harry.

"You know, you're a remarkable young man, Harry." He said, twirling Harry's wand in his hand. "I have met so many people in the war, broken by their loss, but here you are, after all you have been through, after all the death, betrayal, still trusting. It's no wonder really you were the one who defeated Lord Voldemort in the end."

"Professor Dumbledore always said that I have something special in me. It wasn't anything special really, just that after all what had happened to me, I could still love. Some people, like Professor Snape, would surely call it naivety, or even stupid optimism in the face of hopelessness."

"He would say that, wouldn't he?" Laughed Wallace. Then after a long silence, he asked, "Why do you trust him, Harry?"

"I didn't trust him for seven years," Harry explained. "Every time something suspicious happened my thought went to him right away. And it was never him. Never. He made a mistake twenty or so years ago when he received that mark. He's not that man anymore. You can dislike him for many reasons, he can be a real mean git, believe me, I'd spent practically six years in detention." Harry laughed. "But don't hate him for that one mistake. He'll give you many more reasons if you just let him." He added as an afterthought, smirking.

Wallace said nothing, just kept watching Harry's wand in his hand, deep in his thought it seemed.

Harry spoke again. "Professor Snape did everything in his power to defeat Voldemort. He would have given his life for the cause. He spied for us for years, and the information he provided saved many lives. But it was a war and not everyone could be saved."

"I envy you, Harry." Wallace said at last, placing Harry's wand gently on the table. "I envy your stupid optimism in the face of hopelessness," he smiled. "I wish I were like you, unbroken by the horrors of the war. I've seen so many terrible things, done even worse. It changed me, turned me inside out. I could never forgive the Death Eaters what they had done."

"No one asks for your forgiveness. The Death Eaters, all of them, are either dead or in Azkaban. Professor Snape is not a Death Eater."

Harry held Wallace's soft gaze. The man seemed hesitant and Harry hoped he could find it in himself to finally let go of the past. He knew he could just get on so well with Wallace would they not have to argue about Snape all the time. He was such a good teacher, such an inspiring person and Harry had so much to learn from him. It would have been so nice to do so without having this solid block of hatred between them.

Wallace sighed, apparently coming to a decision. "I'm not like you, Harry." He said in a low voice. "You know, I am really sorry it had come to this. I really am. You are a hero to many of us, the embodiment of light. I wish it wasn't you. With my whole heart I do wish it wasn't you."

"What are you talking about?" Harry frowned. He had a very bad feeling about this and reached for his wand, only a foot away, lying on the table in clear view.

His hand knocked into something and a wall of clear magic, like glass vibrated in front of him. The ripples caused by his touch shimmered all the way through it and Harry realized he was trapped in a cage of magic.

"I'm really sorry. I am." Wallace said his voice honestly pained. "But you're the only thing he loves, which means you'll have to die."