A/N: Thank you everyone who has reviewed, read and enjoyed this story so far. I apologize that I do not have the time to write back to each of you with z more sincere thank you. I hope this chapter is thanks enough. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
WARNING: EXPLICIT SCENE OF A SEXUAL NATURE BETWEEN TWO MALES, NO SEX BUT HEAVY PETTING. MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE AND ASSULT, FOWL LANGUAGE AND SNARRY! IT'S NEAR THE BOTTOM OF YOU NEED TO SKIP AND TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ASSUALT AND MOLESTING ARE NEAR THE BEGINNING AND MIDDLE
Much Love to you all and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Seven
Savage Dance
Harry made his way quickly back to the bushes, the rage that nestled in his brain and ensnared his senses pushed that strange moment between him and Snape to the back of his mind.
"What the bloody hell is happening, we heard Stacy crying!" Johnny asked in a hushed voice.
"Snape wants us to go round back. We count to thirty, if we don't hear his signal we bust in, all of us are to aim for Stacy. If any one of us gets hold of her we go straight back to Snape's place, bolt the door and wait for him. Don't hesitate."
"Got it." Jimmy said and the group headed quietly for the back.
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Severus didn't know why he had given in, didn't know why he hadn't put up more of a fight about this. But something told him if he had refused Potter would have never forgiven him. It wasn't that he didn't care, or that he approved of incest or molestation, but he had so much on his plate already and this situation blatantly put Potter and himself in unnecessary danger.
They should have phoned the police, should have said no and walked away from the mess. But here he was, hidden just on the other side of a tattered and moldy tapestry of some religious scene depicting the virgin birth trying to decide the best way to approach.
The boy's would charge in any moment, he had to think quickly.
Severud moved silent as a ghost round the room and then with equal measure came up behind the man, the few inches difference wouldn't matter now as the drunken bastard was still kneeling on the floor, muttering soft and rather disgusting things to his daughter.
His arm was around the man's throat instantly, and he braced the man's hips between his thighs and pulled back hard. The man gave a loud yell and Severus gripped onto his own wrist to secure his hold, as his legs wrapped around the man's thighs and he clenched his torso tightly.
"The fuck-" the man managed to gasp out between choked heaves for air, "Now!" Severus bellowed out and the man jerked as it was next to his ear.
The back door smashed open and the small group of boy's rushed in, "Get her up and to the house, now!" Severus ordered as the bear of a man he held started to struggle. Severus flexed his arm, the muscles constricting the man's breathing further, "I will snap your neck if you move one more inch." Severus warned between clenched teeth.
Harry and the others rushed by, helping Stacy to stand, though Jimmy ended up scooping her into his arms before he turned and stomped rather harshly on the man's stomach, Severus grunting at the impact.
"You ever touch her again and I'll kill you myself, ya god damned pervert." then Jimmy, Johnny and Jessie were out the door, Harry standing there staring.
"I told you to go Potter, now move it!" Severus snapped as he felt his arm weakening.
"But sir!"
"You stupid child, I said-" but Stacy's dad gave a mighty jerk, his elbow coming down harshly on Severus's ribs. He grunted at the impact and the man shot up and lumbered away, near stumbling either due to alcohol or the lack of oxygen he had received while under Severus's hold.
Harry backed up and then fell in shock as the man jerked towards him and the instant Harry was down the drunken deviant had his hands on him. They were both on their knees and as Severus got up he froze, "Tut tut Mister, I got ya boy. Can't be too bright can ya, bringing a boy to a man's fight."
"I'd hardly call you a man-" Harry bit out and Stacy's dad tightened his grip on the boy's neck and scalp.
"Got a bit of a mouth on him doesn't he? I could fix that for you, if you like...put it to good use…"
Severus felt his eyes narrow dangerously and his hands clench, "If you touch him, if you even think about laying your filthy hands on him I will slice your throat and let you drown in your own blood." He spat out, the sudden rage corrupting his mind and making him act out in ways he normally never would. Keeping calm during moments of duress was the only way to survive them and Severus was master of doing just that.
His emotions could be storming inside his mind but his demeanor always remained calm, no matter the situation, it was how you stay alive. For some reason his normally masked emotions were on his sleeve at the moment and he was unable to reel them back in.
"Names Gregory, Bruce Gregory, what's your name friend?" The man said as he brought his chin to rest atop Harry's head.
"Severus Snape, and I highly suggest you release him if you want any chance of walking out of here alive." Severus growled out as his hand ever so slowly reached up under his tunic.
"Hang on a minute, Snape….you're Toby's boy, I remember you, small little thing… I was living down the street, my da knew yours."
Severus swallowed, this was not good, "Funny, I don't recall you" Severus offered as his hand reached in a little further.
"You wouldn't, I was older and preoccupied with others things… but I remember he used to tan your hide every night...heard your screams from out your window, made it all the way up the street. I fell asleep to it most times, like a lullaby." and the man cackled like a banshee at the memory.
"God you've grown, you as mean as your old man?"
"Meaner." Severus threatened.
"Who's the kid then? Can't imagine a weakling like you got his dick wet." the man said laughing and Severus felt his anger multiple, felt his knuckles pop as his fists tightened, why was he having such a bloody hard time keeping his anger under control, "That boy is my charge, if you hurt him…"
"I'd love to see it. Hey boy, how bout you and me goes for a walk, yeah? You can take me to my daughter and when she is in me hands I'll let ya walk. Deal?"
"No deal you disgusting pig!" Harry wheezed out and the man laughed, "You sure you don't want ta have a go at this one, sure got a pair of pretty eyes, nice little mouth too, I could hold him down for ya if ya like." The man jested and Severus locked eyes with Harry and in that split second made the most subtle of facial gestures. The boy gave a nod back just as subtle in understanding and Severus instantly changed his face into something of curiosity, it was time to do what he did best and lie. He only hoped that Potter was fully away of what was about to happen, if not, this was about to get really really bad.
"I've never been one to molest children, not my area."
The man noticed Severus's change in demeanour and seemed to relax, but only just slightly, "Nothing quite like it… the younger the better. My girls special, cause she's mine, but normally...I like 'em real young. Ya boy's a bit older, but I bet he'd do alright. If you don't mind the screams." the smiling leer the man gave made Severus feel sick but he kept his mask in place and gave a small smirk which he purposely tried to hide, "Young tongues wag." Severus said.
"Oh, they can do more than that. But his won't, they always keep quiet, most of the time you don't even have to threaten, and if they do talk it's your word against theirs. Being an adult has its perks….this small an area, most people turn their heads."
"Like with your daughter." Severus offered as his eyes started to scan over Harry in a faux impression of consideration and interest.
"Professor, don't!" Harry let out and Severus could only praise the boy in his mind for feeding into such a disgusting lie.
"Professor huh? You did alright for yourself then all things considered, how bout we teach him a lesson. Then we can go get my girl… she'd love a good round with ya… though she does tend to bite."
"Your daughter is lovely… but I am not interested in-"
"Only like the boy's? Funny I didn't figure your for a-"
"I mean I am not interested in this…" Severus allowed his to voice to falter and sound unsure, made it seem like he was only resisting do to fear of being caught, his curiosity still lacing his eyes as his hand finally made it to his wand, he held his hand there as if he was holding the ribs that Bruce had elbowed.
"Come on Severus, didn't ya ever wonder what it would be like to do it? Have someone so young and clean… so tight and untouched and pure. It's like making love to an angel, intoxicating and utterly dangerous but the best there is to offer. Come over, just touch him…"
That was his door, his foot was in it, now he just had to get the rest of his body through, and so slowly, as Bruce forced Harry up and continued to hold the boy tight Severus gave an air of reluctance as he slowly moved forward.
"Hold on mate, gotta make sure the little tot don't move." Bruce let go of Harry's hair long enough to reach into his pocket, he pulled out a small switchblade and opened it.
Severus stopped cold, this was a game changer. He would have to tread very carefully now.
"Come on then, he don't know how this is supposed to work like my girl does… the knife is just ta make sure he stays good fo' ya."
Severus continued until he stood before Harry and looked down upon him, he looked so tiny caught between himself and Bruce and Severus got the full picture of the man's height. Bruce only had three inches on him, he could still make this work.
But as he locked eyes again with Harry he saw those green pools set in determination, anything you have to do just do it, was what they said. And in that moment his admiration for the boy grew again. Though he still felt sick about what was going to happen next.
"Go on, touch him...just skim down the lad's stomach." Bruce said and he held Harry's head back then, making his chest stick out and his stomach tighten. Severus raised his hand and placed it under the shirt and on the boys skin, it was hot and soft, pulled tight over small muscles and jutting hip bones.
"That's it, now skim down… it ain't good till they squirm." and Severus looked at Harry with apologetic eyes as his hand slid down slowly just to his waist line, fingers barely diving under, "This lads brave, go down further, trust me, once you touch it he'll panic." Bruce said with utter excitement.
Severus finally saw the man letting his guard down, he was getting caught up in the moment and if Severus just pushed him a little more… he pressed his fingers down Harry's pants and took a gentle hand to the boy's privates, Harry jerked and squirmed instantly, and Bruce laughed and got even more excited, "Don't like that much do you… but you'll like it in the end, they always do...kiss him… then bite his neck and claim him as yours."
Severus knew the sick twisted pleasures of people like Bruce, he'd seen it well enough among Voldemort's death eaters. Sharing their perversions and experiences with others was just as exciting as the act itself. Severus knew he could get the knife away from him, but he had to know he could get the man down. So he continued realizing he wouldn't be able to live with himself come morning.
He leaned in, Harry's eyes urging him to continue despite his false struggles, they both knew Bruce wasn't quite ready to trust him, to let his guard down enough for Severus to end this perverse and disgusting little game.
Leaning in Severus froze when Bruce brought the knife up right under Harry's jaw, "You bite 'em I slice ya, got it?" Harry nodded, "Good lad."
Finally he brought the boys lips to his own and kissed him softly, "Get in there, yeah, take his mouth like that… add some tongue, they always get so squirmy when ya do that."
And Severus complied, Harry play fighting against him the whole time. When he pulled away his hand came up and fisted into Harry's hair, his other hand still on his wand and Severus felt Bruce nearly let go, they were close.
"Now mark 'em, make 'em yours so's no one else can touch him." Bruce said in a euphoric and near completed arousal.
Severus swallowed and he yanked the boy's head to the side, Harry grunted for real at the small pain severus was sure he felt. His mouth came down and he started to bite and suck at Harry's neck and Severus, to his horror, heard Harry give out a gasp of pleasure.
"Told ya they like it, always do in the end….always." Bruce said in a husky voice.
It was finally time to act but just as Severus was sure he would be able to pull Harry from the man's hands Bruce yanked the boy away and dragged him over to a dusty table, shoving the knife back into his pocket. He threw Harry down over the edge of it and yanked at his pants, "Come on, it's time… to.. get these off! I want to watch you...watch you fuck the little-" he started as Harry struggled and Bruce laughed in a near craze.
Severus couldn't believe his luck, he simply strode up behind Bruce, picking up the empty bottle that lay discarded on the floor and then smashed it down over the man's head as hard as he could. Bruce stood frozen for a moment behind Harry's bent form and then fell over, out cold with a bloody gash on his head.
Silence rang and Severus eyed the man with the lowest regard possible before he spit on him and turned to look at Harry. He thought, perhaps, the boy might be a upset, given how far they had had to go to get Bruce to let his guard down.
However, upon seeing flushed cheeks and big round eyes peering at him from behind those thin glasses he knew the boy was far from upset.
Tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck, Harry touched where Severus had just bitten and asked softly, near excitedly, "Is there a mark?"
Severus stepped closer though he knew he shouldn't, just by looking at the boy before him, pants undone and the neck of his shirt stretched to expose the flesh of his shoulder they were still in some form of dangerous game.
He licked his lips and looked, there was a mark, faint but obvious and Severus felt heat pool in his stomach.
"There is, but it will be gone in a few hours, I did not want to….I was gentle." Severus said softly as he took up the boy's chin again and felt something forbidden come over him and curl up in his mind, it was like a impregnated weather cloud, ready to break at any minute and cover the far hills in a downpour of warm wet rain.
"Are you alright?" he asked tentatively and Harry nodded, neither breaking eye contact.
"I told you to go, you did not… you will have to be made to atone."
"Yes, sir." Harry agreed softly before he licked his own lips and cocked his head just a little more, "Are you sure the mark is fading?"
"Positive." Severus said as he leaned in closer still, alarm bells going off somewhere in the far back of his mind.
"Do you want to make it darker?" Harry whispered.
"What did you say?" Severus asked half-mindedly as his eyes remained fixated on the pale flesh of where Harry's neck met his shoulder.
"Darker, I want it dark." and Harry reached up and took the back of his head, pulling Severus down and pressing the older man's lips to his skin.
"Make it darker." Harry panted out and Severus, so lost in this moment, felt his mouth open to comply and as soon as the salty flesh hit his tongue his eyes rolled closed and he hummed out a near desperate groan. He started to suck in earnest and each pulse he took Harry gave a gentle and weak breath of noise.
"Harder, do it harder." Harry whispered as his fingers threaded through Severus's hair and his fist closed tight around the black locks.
"Touch me, like before, touch my stomach." Harry panted and Severus felt his hand rotate, palm coming to rest on the boys belly, fingers splaying out and the tips just barely touching the undone V of his pants.
"I liked that, when you touched me there...it felt good despite the circumstances, go lower...please Professor, go lower again."
Severus felt his hand slowly slide down, under the belt line, the undone zipper scraping the back of his hand as he felt soft hair run between his fingers and then the erect heat of Harry's member was pressing against his palm.
"So good." Harry breathed out as his head turned and the boy used his face to nuzzle Severus away from his now darkened flesh. Their eyes met and Harry leaned in, taking up the man's lips quickly and Severus opened to him willingly, their tongues messing and fighting for dominance as Severus felt his hand start to move back and forth.
Harry groaned into his mouth and Severus reacted instantly as he wrapped his free arm around Harry's waist and hoisted him up to sit on the edge of the table. His hand was moving in earnest now and that is when it happened. A groan sounded, but it was from neither of them. In a flash Severus was away from Harry and gave a swift kick to the man's head. Bruce was out again and the two were left panting.
Looking to Harry his eyes grew wide, the boys member stiff and free from his undone pants, a hickey near purple on his neck and such a face of desire smeared like fire across his features. Harry reached for him and Severus sucked in a breath through his teeth and moved back.
What the HELL had he just been doing, "Straighten yourself out, pull yourself together. We will be dropping this filth off at the station and then we need to check on your friend….or is her well-being no longer a concern of yours?"
This seemed to pull Harry from his lustful thoughts and he suddenly nodded and went about putting himself back to rights. Severus looking away and cringing at the sound of the boys zip going up. He couldn't let this happen, couldn't let his baser desires take control. Not like this, not with Potter, a mere child and obviously very confused. His own desire instantly ebbed away and soon enough they had Bruce balanced between them and were on their way.
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Once they had deposited Bruce safely behind bars and Snape had informed the authorities of what the man had done, as well as inform them that Stacy's mother was in the hospital and Stacy was with them at their house the pair returned to Snape's home.
The entire time the only thing on Harry's mind was what had happened the moment Bruce was on the ground and incapacitated. Harry had not had to work hard to persuade Snape to touch him, to mark him and explore his body. This led Harry to believe that his musings from the day before were correct. The concept that Snape wasn't interested or he was in denial quickly turned into one thing…. That being the man was interested, but completely denying himself and Harry the experience for very obvious and depressing reasons.
One of those reasons being their teacher student relationship, another being their age gap and the third probably having to do with some notion Snape had of Harry's interest being nothing but a crush that would pass with time.
Well, Harry Potter may have been a lot of things… quiet, shy maybe even a little awkward….but he knew one thing for sure about himself, if he knew what he wanted….if he wasn't stuck between two choices and knew for sure the route he wanted to go, he always found a way to make it happen.
He was sure, this was the route he wanted to go and so, decided to take matters into his own hands. He just had to be clever...had to plan ahead...Harry Potter had to think like a Slytherin.
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When they arrived home the reception was excited, cheers greeted them and Jimmy had started a group chant, everyone joyfully shouting pro-fess-or over and over until Snape raised his hands to silence them. Harry had laughed at it as Snape had probably never had such a thing occur in his whole life.
The man sat down on the couch quietly next to Stacy who had smiled upon his return but unlike the others remained seated. She looked at him, her honey-brown eyes soft and admiring as she said with appreciation, "Thank you, for giving a damn bout me and mine. We don't deserve it but-"
Snape had stopped her mid-sentence and started to appraise her injuries, as he did he spoke with that stiff tone that barred all argument, "Do not think so little of yourself. Men like your father find pleasure in other people's pain. His loss is your gain considering I can near smell the kindness and sincerity of your heart seeping from you like a freshly bloomed flower, take pride in your ability to recover, as you will have to recover from many things throughout the rest of your life."
Stacy had smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss his cheek, before she blushed and asked if she might borrow a pair of pants.
"I will retrieve them, if you will come with me I have some medicine for that cut in the bathroom." she followed him upstairs and the group turned to Harry.
Lee had rejoined them, having taken care of Stacy's mom who by Jimmy's story put up one hell of a fight when Bruce had come for his daughter.
"What happened to your neck?" Johnny asked, pointing out the mark with narrowed eyes.
Harry had forgotten all about it considering they had been greeted by a group of cheering kids and brought his fingers to it in shock, "Oh...after you guys left I hesitated and Stacy's dad...uh...well… he tried-" Harry lied quick, he felt awful about it but couldn't bring himself to be honest considering who it had actually come from and because the situation they had all just been in had involved another adult and teen in a far less acceptable situation.
"Blimey, he tagged ya. Better be careful then, if that bastard makes bail he'll be doggin' fo' ya." Jimmy said in all seriousness.
Harry nodded and thanked all Gods that it hadn't actually been Bruce to mark him, "Fuckers right twisted he is." Jimmy said under his breath.
Jessie, Lee and Jimmy continued to talk about it, making plans to take shifts watching the house while Johnny dragged Harry to the side and gave him a tense glare, "I know Stacy's dad didn't do that, you aren't his type...Stacy Told me he doesn't mess around with boys, he only likes girls."
Harry looked away and felt heat come to his cheeks, "Look mate, if that bastard is the same you need to tell me, I can get ya out of here." Harry looked at him in alarm and shook his head quickly, "No, it's not like that...it's…me...actually...I-" Harry had never spoken this out loud, not since the first dream...it had always been in his mind and saying it out loud seemed like a taboo but he had to make absolutely sure Johnny understood, "I like the Professor alright….and I think he likes me too, but the bloody bastard is...I don't know...playing hard to get or something."
"Hard to get? You see that mark on your neck? Not likely…."
"No...that's not...what I mean his, I think he is interested in me too...but every time I manage to get him to show it he backs off, acts like it's wrong and some big deal."
"It is wrong, bloody hell, he's like twice your age and your his student...I mean… I've heard of him. I know who professor Snape is."
This took Harry by surprise and Johnny glanced to the other boys to make sure they were still unaware of their conversation, Johnny took Harry's hand and pulled him closer to the front door.
"Look, the school I go to isn't near as big a deal as Hogwarts alright? That being said, at my school...there are far more people sympathetic to his side then to ours."
Harry stepped back, "His side?"
"Yeah, you know, the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord's side. They talk about him at school, say things… he isn't who you think he is...he hasn't changed sides… it's all rubbish. He's a loyal follower and I think you are a fool for putting so much faith in his words."
Harry could feel the anger rise to his face, literally taste the disgust but he refrained from losing his temper, "Look Johnny, I really appreciate your concern, but you are an outsider to the situation. Despite Snape's and my history he has saved my life multiple times and I'm not just talking about tonight. I've known him since I was eleven years old, he's been one of the few consistencies in my life and I can always count on him to be who he is and nothing more or less… I trust him because Headmaster Dumbledore trusts him and he has proven himself loyal to OUR cause, to me and mine. Honestly, between him and you, I'd choose him any day."
That last sentence came out in a way Harry hadn't planned and he instantly regretted it, instantly knew he had said something with the intention of proving a point but had only injured the boy instead.
Johnny gave a look of reproach and Harry tried to stutter out an apology but the older boy wouldn't have it, "Fine, you want to risk your hide and heart on some born-again good-guy wizard, that's your problem...I'm not going to try to talk you out of it, but you remember my words...he's going to be your downfall in the end… you just wait and see. Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater, you can't change that, no matter how much you may like him."
Then Johnny turned and stormed off to join the group of boys who were now digging through Snape's record collection on the floor. Harry's eyes caught movement and he looked to see Stacy moving away from Snape who was standing at the end of the couch, no doubt he had heard some of that and Harry looked away in shame.
"Oy! Who's got the celebratory drinks round here?" Jimmy called as he flipped a record haphazardly between his fingers and then set it to play on the record table. Dean Martin blared to life with his classic, 'Ain't Life a Kick in the Head' and Harry could only smirk as he glanced to Snape who rolled his eyes.
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In the four hours that had ensued the group had drank four shots worth of brandy to Snape, two to Harry and three to Stacy. They were on Jimmy now for taking a blow to the eye, then they toasted to Lee who took care of Stacy's mom and got her to hospital.
The music continued to play, different people flipping or changing out the record as needed, Severus had only drank a few shots, one for Stacy, one to Harry and one to himself though the man would deny it if asked.
At first Snape had been completely against the idea of feeding the group of "street rats" anything besides water and sleep inducing medicine but after several puppy faces, another kiss from Stacy and a promise from Harry to not let them get out of hand he finally caved and retrieved enough shot glasses for everyone and a single bottle of Brandy, which eventually turned into a second bottle and now they were on their third, Harry wasn't going to dare ask the man where his supply came from or how many bottles he had hidden away, but he appreciated the gesture of sharing all the same.
It was late when a knock sounded on the door and Snape had motioned for Jimmy to cut the music, the man approached the door warily and when he opened it he revealed a woman in her late twenties, one side of her head shaved while the rest was combed over to the other side and hung just passed her ear. She had a nose ring, tattoos and was dressed as if she had just come out from military duty with heavy boots, camo pants and a paint covered olive green tank-top. Her makeup was light save for her lips which were a dark red.
"I believe you have the wrong-" Snape started as Stacy stood from the couch in shock, "Minnie!" she said as she rushed forward.
"Oh! My darling I was so worried!" Minnie cooed gently as they embraced. Stacy smiled and closed her eyes, she placed her head on the woman's chest and Harry didn't miss Jimmy looking away with a wince.
"I thought you were at the station... did you miss your train?" Stacy asked.
"Of course I did you silly girl, Lee came by on his way here, I would have come with him but I had to take care of Tony first. I wasn't about to go after I heard what had happened. I'm just sorry I wasn't there."
"It's okay, Tony comes first...I know how busy ya are-"
"Never too busy for you, and that damned monster will be put away if I've got any say in the matter."
"No worries there, the Professor and Harry took care of it." Stacy smiled as she pulled away and led the woman over to Harry and Snape who stood by the door, both with surprised looks plastered on their faces, "Harry, Professor, this is Minnie, my girlfr- I mean… my life partner." Stacy emended quickly and blushed.
"No need for clarification, all things considered, girlfriend works fine in present company." Harry offered up awkwardly, trying to lighten up the tense air he could feel coming off of the man next to him. Apparently tonight was the night for moral rule breaking as it was very obvious Minnie had quite a few years on Stacy, Harry guessed they were at least twelve years apart in age, which by today's standards wouldn't be an issue save for the fact Stacy was only sixteen.
"Thank you, for looking after her, she's a tough one but can't always pick her fights." Minnie piped up quick, "It wasn't any trouble at all." Snape said crossing his arms and continuing to stare the woman down.
Minnie raised her brow but smiled and simply took hold of Stacy's hand and gently led her over to Johnny and Lee, who both greeted her with hugs and acceptance.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Harry asked carefully.
"None at all, Pray tell me, should I expect anyone else in my home tonight or is that all the London underbelly has to offer?"
Harry gave him a quizzical look before he simply shook his head and walked over to have a better conversation with Minnie. His interest in the two girls situation was peeked, he only wished he knew how they did it.
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Another hour had passed and it was nearing two in the morning. Jimmy had challenged Snape to a game of chess, Jimmy had lost but to Harry's surprise, not by much.
The music was still going and something soft had come on, Harry hadn't drank near enough to really feel it but he did have a slight gush of bravery and walked up to Stacy, who was looking sad and stressed as she talked to Minnie about what had happened.
Harry bowed playfully to show his friendly intent and asked softly, "May I have this dance your highness?"
Stacy looked to Minnie who nodded and the tall girl stood, taking Harry's hand with a small laugh. Harry's intentions were pure, he wanted the girl to be happy, but if he happened to ask some questions as they trampled out a slow waltz so be it.
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Severus was turning down a second offer to arm wrestle when his eyes glanced up and then locked onto Harry who was starting a rather sad attempt at a waltz with Stacy. His eyes ran up and down the boy's body as Harry chuckled and clumsily led the girl around the floor. The other boys called and hollered at them, which only seemed to make them laugh more.
Seeing such a smile on the boy's face stirred an excited buzz in his brain, he suddenly regretted that fourth shot. He had only allowed this chaos into his home for the sake of furthering his relationship with the boy. He was well on the road now, could feel the boy's trust growing and a true bond starting. If he played his cards right this could all be over soon… any temptations he might be feeling ending with it.
"You like him, yeah?" and Severus looked over to see Minnie holding an identical tumbler to his own, half filled with brandy as she eyed Stacy and Harry together.
"I've no idea what you're referring to."
"Sure you don't." She said with a small smile.
Severus gave her a look of reproach and sneered at her, "What are you implying Miss…."
"Sanders. They'd make a cute couple if they were together." Minnie said softly nodding her head towards the two teens who were trying to spin each other rather unsuccessfully, "By society's standards they should be together."
Severus took a small swig of his drink and eyed the two bitterly though he was not aware of his stare as he spoke to the woman next to him, "By societies standards you should be in jail for cradle robbing….as should I."
Minnie gave him a knowing look and sighed, "I was wondering about you two….how long have you been-"
"We aren't." Severus snapped with disgust as he spun the brandy in his glass and took another sharp sip, "I am his acting guardian over the summer as his actual family is too unfit to care for him."
"Ah, so strictly platonic." Minnie said nodding in understanding.
"Not hardly," Severus snorted out, "That boy is a fool for it but has apparently taken an interest in me that I do not understand. I've no other recourse but to deny him his fancy and stop this game of cat and mouse before it has truly begun."
"Who's the cat?" Minnie asked with a suggestive smile.
"Who do you think? I can barely keep the little brat off me, any chance to take advantage and press his luck I've had to bar quite quickly."
"On what grounds?" Minnie asked curiously.
"On what- on the grounds that I'm thirty-three and he is only 17...or at least he will be by the end of the summer. I'm his teacher, he attends my classes during the school year...among other things he is emotionally unstable and has been mentally and physically abused most of his life. I'm mean, nasty, inconsiderate and don't give a damn about people….I'd just make him miserable even if I were to aqueous to his desires. He is just….a child." and the shame and guilt in Severus's voice wasn't lost on the woman next to him.
"But… you are interested too?"
Severus glanced to her out of the corner of his eye warily before he looked back to the boy who had passed Stacy off to Jimmy and was currently trying to beat Lee at a game of knuckles.
"I've no clue…" he said softly to himself, his eyes taking in the gleeful smile on the boys face and the way his arm strained to gain back some ground as Lee pressed his knuckles harder against Harry's.
"Can I share something with you Professor?" Minnie asked, pulling his attention away from the boy who was suddenly looking more and more interesting as he spent time away from him and with other people. In fact the man suddenly wanted everyone to leave, he wanted his quiet evenings back with Harry sitting near by studying or reading or asking him annoying questions.
Still, Severus managed to look away from the youth and rolled his eyes and looked down in frustration, "If you must."
Minnie laughed gently and took another sip, "When I first met Stacy, she was living on the streets. She thought she could keep her mother and herself safe from her father by not being around. I allowed her into my home, she slept on my couch for two weeks. By the end of the first week I didn't see a child...I started to see the woman she had been forced to become due to the situation a bastard of a man had put her into. She had been forced to grow up, to survive in such a cruel world… had learned and adapted to the roll that life gave her. By the second week I was smitten and by week three she was in my bed. We've been together a year now, and I can't imagine my life without her. She isn't a child, can't ever be a child again ...her body may look sixteen but her mind is closer to twenty-three. Her childhood was stolen from her but her life as a young adult is just beginning and I intend to make it a happy one."
Severus stared at her in mild shock before he found himself moving closer and he leaned in a bit as he met her dark blue eyes, "and you don't find being intimate with someone so...young…. disturbing… you don't feel...as if it's wrong… that there is something wrong with you for wanting it?"
This time Minnie's look was stern and she put her hand on his arm to make sure she held his attention, "There are some lines me and Stacy haven't crossed yet, but to answer your question...no. I love her, she loves me and when she is ready to cross that line we will and we will do it together at her pace."
"You mean, you two haven't-"
"No. Given her history of sexual abuse she still gets uncomfortable if we go too far. It's just foreplay and kissing right now...and honestly I'm fine with it. I've got a little brother who is a handle full, a full time job at the university and I volunteer at the local Boys and Girls Club. So, taking things slow has actually been a benefit. But when she is ready I know I will be able to guide her… and I think… that is why she chose me."
Severus instantly wanted clarification and finally turned to her fully, his body language loosening up and his head gently cocking to the side, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, it's hard to explain but as far as I can tell….Stacy needs something more in her life than just another teenager who has things in common. She wants… no...prefers someone older who has been through the things she hasn't and hasn't been through the things she has. She wants a lover who is mature and filled with experience because she grew up faster than she could gain it. She wants a guide and mentor but also someone who will love her. Ever since she was little her life has been at the whim and control of a psychopath, as much as it fucked her up...she is so used to giving the control to someone else she can't take control of her own self. She wants someone in her life who is consistent and will look out for her, give her confidence and the feeling of being in control while she knows that she isn't. She simply wouldn't be happy with someone her own age, she couldn't relate or expect them to understand what she's been through, she's just too mature for it. Sometimes I see her with Jimmy and the others, she just watches them...doesn't join in or get up to mischief because she just isn't one of them…she wakes up and remembers everything...she can't be one of them… She is one of us."
"I'm not sure I understand." Severus said and his eyes followed Minnie as she subtly pointed, "There look, your boys retreated… they do that sometimes...when they have a moment and wake up. It's like a flash of clarity for them… there… see his eyes… so distant and dissociated...there...Stacy just did it too...for a half hour or so both of them were carefree kids...but it jumps back at them… comes back to the front and they remember everything and they know they don't belong...it suddenly seems so immature to them and a waste of time to enjoy the pointless revelry of their youth...he's an adult...so is she."
And Severus did see it, Stacy and Harry stood next to each other, their eyes dull and their faces barely smiling, and the emotions betrayed a soft regret that made them seem wise beyond their years. They were dissociating, denying their inner child as Severus watched them retreat into themselves and wish that they could remain inside the fantasy.
"I don't think either of them were ever really kids….was Harry sexually abused?"
Severus looked at her quickly and then cleared his throat, "Not that it is any of your concern but as far as I can tell it never went beyond physical and mental abuse, with copious amounts of neglect poured on top. He has always seemed well adjusted, at least up until the last few years."
Minnie nodded, "It doesn't get easier with age to live with it, it's actually easier when they are younger...but I can tell you this, if Harry wasn't sexually abused he will be ready to go further a lot sooner than Stacy will. So, if you decide to be his anchor, decide to take up the mantel of mentor, friend, lover and his emergency control button, be ready to receive more affection than you've probably gotten in all your life. It's the ones who have been neglected that grab on the hardest. If they find someone with whom they can connect emotionally and those feelings are returned it is a very hard matter to get them to let it go. You'll do greater harm than good if you pursue this and then back out."
"What exactly do you do at the university Miss. Sanders?"
This time Minnie's smile was massive as a twinkle lit up her eye, "I'm a professor, I teach child development and psychology as well as mental regression in regards to trauma and abuse."
"So…" Severus started as he stared at her in shock.
"I'm not just spitting bullshite, yeah. Not what you expected I know…. I'm too young to be a professor….not enough experience I haven't read a library of books or published papers...blah blah, screw em, I'm better then half the other professors, and smarter too. I've worked hard and I sure as shit care about my students...all of them." She giggled and the sound seemed odd coming from her.
Just then Jimmy started to head their way and Minnie smirked, "Look out, my number one case-study is on the way over, he's got a bone to pick with you."
"Pardon?"
"Oy, Professor…."
Yes." Severus and Minnie said at the same time before they looked at each other, Minnie with a smile and Severus with annoyance, "You've turned down Lee and Jessie for a tumble, but you and I got unfinished business. You beat me at chess but you can't beat me at the arm. Come on, give it a go with me."
"This persistence is tedious and I don't appreciate the assumptions that'd I'd take part in such a banal display of testosterone."
"Wha?" he asked, "I think he means no." Minnie answered for him.
Jimmy thought a moment and then said with a smirk, "Make ya a deal, if ya win we'll clear out for the night."
"Done." Severus said instantly as he started to unbutton his tunic, Jimmy clapped his hands together excitedly and gave a cheer, "Alright!"
Everyone gathered around and the two men knelt at the coffee table which had been cleared by several grabbing hands. Murmurs and bets were going around as the two prepared to do battle.
"I got ten on Jimmy." Lee whispered, "Bet." Jessie confirmed.
Severus noticed Johnny standing next to Harry, his arms crossed and his face sour, he was apparently not very fond of him at the moment and a smirk tried to fill his lips. When Severus locked eyes with Harry he noticed the boy staring at him intensely, the only thing he could think was that Potter had never seen him without his long black tunic. His white undershirt was a light cotton, the sleeves now rolled up and the tight white collar undone to expose his neck and collarbone. Maybe removing his top had been inadvisable but he wanted these little street urchins out of his home, it was going on three in the morning and he was ready for the blissful silence of rest.
The thoughts of finally being alone with the boy being pressed as far away from his conscious mind as possible, "Alright, settle down, we are playing by street rules here...so the only rule is no cheating." Minnie called over the noise.
"So very much appreciated ." Severus mused sarcastically as he looked to the boy before him, his hazel eyes, light brown hair and square jaw giving him the look of a young beach bum, though Severus knew this boy would make a better boxer judging by his thick upper body and rounded muscles.
Still, he was not deterred and as Minnie sounded for them to begin all he could think about was Harry watching him and as he was an educated man he couldn't help compare this match to something akin to two alpha males fighting over the group of following primates. Who would become the first and who would become the second.
Severus, by his very nature refused to step down from the lead, he was going to win so that he could start to build some form of respect with this scraggly band of mutts, maybe then he could allow Potter to spend time with them again...that would make the boy happy.
"Hey! You playing or what?" Jessie called and Severus looked to their joined hands and realized he had simply set his arm and had been keeping it from moving, he hadn't actually tried to push back. So, he took a slow deep breath and tensed his core before he started to press hard against Jimmy.
Instantly he took the dominant position and as he continued to breath evenly he kept his face composed. His arm was starting to weaken given he was sure he had pulled a muscle earlier in the night when he had tried to choke out Bruce. Still, he continued to breath deep and even, allow the oxygen to flow and give his blood the much needed energy to win.
Slowly, over several minutes Severus got Jimmy's hand two inches away from the table, they locked eyes and the boys red face and sweaty brow told Severus that Jimmy was about spent, which meant all he had to do was….
He allowed his arm to give and in that split second took Jimmy by surprise, the boys core strength slipped at the sudden lack of resistance and Severus powered back through slamming the boy's hand on the table.
There was a stunned silence before Severus slowly extended his hand and Jimmy, who at first looked angry, gave a narrow eyed smirk and reached across to shake his hand.
"I do believe it is time for you and yours to depart."
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Harry had said goodbye to everyone, Johnny included though the hug and handshake was tense, both boy's feeling regret about earlier in the evening but both also being too stubborn to take any of it back.
Once they were all gone Harry collapsed on the couch at the same time Snape collapsed into his chair and they both let out a relieved sigh, "I'm all one for celebrating but that went on far too long." Harry said as he yawned.
"Agreed." Snape said as he slouched in his chair and rubbed his forehead with long slender fingers, the man's fatigue evident.
"Though, I never thought I'd see this house so full of life, it was a rather large change, but not unwelcome." Snape added.
"Really?" Harry asked as he looked the man over. Snape had yet to replace his black tunic and the white undershirt was just as medieval looking, light cotton, long and tight, showing his tall slender physique and giving Harry a better look at the man's actual size. The boy doubted anyone had ever seen him in such a relaxed position let alone without his trademark black top.
Harry had always expected the man to be rail thin, like a skeleton or even worse, but it must be true that black was slimming because the man was not near as thin as he look.
Snape was tall, his torso long and his shoulders and chest broad but he was proportioned correctly for his height. His stomach wasn't chiseled, but it didn't hold any extra weight, if anything it appeared soft but sturdy.
His thighs, which were no longer hidden by the tunics long draping bottom, were thick and strong, his lower legs thinner but equally long. Snape's current position reminded Harry of a painting he once saw, during one of the very few excursions he had been allowed to go on with the Dursley's. He had been relatively young, it was before he had gone to Hogwarts, he remembered staring at the painting for hours as the rest of his family perused the gallery.
Snape now sat in the same pose, with one leg stretched out, the other sitting tucked back with the ankle bent awkwardly. He was slouched with an elbow propped up on the armrest, folded fingers supporting his head and brow with eyes closed. His left forearm rested on the other arm of the chair, hand and wrist bent and dangling off in a relaxed manner.
For the next half hour Harry studied the man, his relaxed face and posture, observing the man's form and curves, his muscles and size. Seeing him so unreserved, so open and exposed with that white shirt revealing a smooth chest and long neck, made Harry suddenly feel bold, a heady arousal lacing through his mind and his stomach bubbling with a slow burning desire.
He wanted this man, for no reason that he could think of, as Snape had never been kind to him until now. He had kept his temper, softened his natural tendencies and welcomed Harry into his home… seemingly of his own volition and Harry decided it was time to thank the man properly.
A small snore escaped Snape and Harry smiled, he was about to cross that line, so he had better be ready for the explosion that waited on the other side.
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Severus had dozed off, he hadn't meant to but as he sat in his comfortable chair, in the warm silence of his home knowing Potter was near by and safe he felt his guards start to slip. He waded in and out of consciousness, enjoying the ethereal feel of nothingness. The first time in years that he was met by a black empty space that held no negative traces of mistakes long since passed.
Perhaps, he had been so exhausted that his brain could not even fathom the idea of creating some dreamscape to process the emotional triggers of the day, but whatever the case as he let out a content sigh he noticed a warm heat start to ebb from his lower stomach. He shifted a little and allowed that small pulsing vibration to fill his body and he savoured this small dull throb of relaxing pleasure.
He had never felt it before, the new feeling starting to build as he shifted again, stretching his legs a little more as they began to tingle. His mind was being pulled slowly from his half-formed rest, the pulsing heat growing and the tingles in his legs and lower abdomen increasing.
He took a deep breath, trying to shake this feeling that was beginning to consume his core, heat was taking over his brow and cheeks as his hand gripped onto the arm rest. And suddenly his eyes opened and looked down to see what was causing such a stir.
Black orbs swelled wide open when he was greeted by the sight of a head bobbing and the sounds of a slick mouth sucking on rigid skin met his ears. "P-POTTER!" He gasped out as his hips shifted and his member jerked violently, the length of muscle going further into the boys mouth and hitting the back of his throat.
Severus felt fingernails digging into his pants and thigh muscles, heard the boy cough and then groan in pleasure as he picked up where he had stopped momentarily to readjust after Severus's unintentional thrust.
"P-POTTER, STOP WHAT YOU ARE….GOD'S THAT BE….STOP! YOU HAVE….TO...STOOOOP!" but the boy didn't and Severus felt his hand jolt forward and wrap into the boy's hair harshly, yanking his head up and the popping noise as his length fell free made Severus's lower abdomen erupt.
The two stared at each other, Severus's brow furrowed up in shock and confusion, his mouth parted and his eyes wide as heavy breaths spilled over his lips. Harry was in no better condition as his cheeks were flushed, his lips were swollen and his heaving breaths made his shoulders shake. The boys hands stayed fisted to his pants, intermittent trembles adding to Severus's arousal as he saw the determination mix with fear and desire.
"Please, let me finish… I want to...I want to do this to you...for you...I want to so bad and I don't know why but I want you to...want it too…"
"I'm going to tan your hide-" Severus started as anger laced his voice but Harry cut him off, "I know you want to… I can see it… you want me to finish…" Harry protested softly and Severus felt his anger dissipate just as fast as it had come, he spoke softly and tried to keep his voice calm and reasonable, "Potter, this is wrong...this is incalculable in its inappropriateness….I am your teacher, you are my student….our relationship must remain-"
"Teach me then." Harry said looking into the man's eyes with such a want Severus felt his breath hitch, "What?" he asked through clenched teeth as he felt his arm start to shake and lower just barely, "If you are my teacher, then teach me… I want to learn professor and I want you to be the one to teach me."
"Good God." the man said heavily as he gazed at Harry's lips which were just inches away from his member, he was still hard, still burning for completion and considering he had been celibate his whole life the desire was pulling him hard towards that line. A line that should be thick and he should have been very far away from, yet he found his toe was right next to it, trying to slide across and as his grip lessened he swore under his breath.
"Professor? Will you teach me? Please?" Harry asked in all seriousness and slowly, so slowly his hand unclenched its death like grip on those soft brown locks, his breathing increased and as he shut his eyes his shaky arm gave and he pressed the boys head back down.
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Severus had never had someone perform oral sex on him. His reasons varied and up until this point he had no regrets. But right now, he was beginning to understand the value of such an act. His hand was guiding the boy below, slow and steady, murmuring soft orders between small gasps, Potter managing each demand quickly and with great enthusiasm. They were both experiencing and exploring this sexual act for the first time and neither seemed ready to end it. Yet, when the boy released his hold over the man's length he took a soft breath and panted out, "My jaw hurts."
"Does it?" Severus asked without opening his eyes as the pleasure was still there but fading, "I shall finish quickly then." and he pressed the boys head back down, holding the base of his length long enough to guide it back to Potter mouth.
Then, he gripped the boy's head with both hands and started to pick up the pace, "Use your tongue Potter." He said breathlessly as he felt pressure building and the boy complied brilliantly.
"Gods…" Severus gasped out and as his climax approached he tightened his hold further, pressing deeper and letting out a rather licentious moan as he came.
"Swallow." He whispered desperately, "Gods, swallow it all."
And as he felt the boy's throat clench in the swallowing motion it rippled through him and he shivered as he felt his whole body tighten and then release. The pleasure blinding him as his spine relaxed and he flopped back into his chair.
His eyes remained closed as his breathing evened out, his hand remaining in the boy's hair even as Harry sat back on his haunches and stared at him. Severus felt Harry's thumb rubbing small circles on his thigh, the intimacy of it driving him slightly over the edge of reason as the reality of the situation started to sink in.
Emotions swelled in his chest and Severus knew he had to speak with him, had to make the boy understand why this couldn't happen again, why it shouldn't happen again.
His glazed eyes cracked open and he saw Harry staring at him with such great warmth and affection and his heart clenched in remorse, still, he needed to do this right...step outside of his comfort zone as he still had a role to play, a mission to complete. He replaced his member into his pants and zipped up as he sighed.
"Come here." Severus said softly and he stood, holding out a hand, and the boy's face lit up in surprise and excitement as he climbed to his feet and took the man's hand.
Severus moved to the couch, sitting down and pulling the boy to him, Minnie's words from earlier in the night echoing like terror in his mind. As Harry settled in next to him, their thighs touching and his green eyes still watching Severus with a gentle reverence, the man swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.
"Potter, what just happened...it can't happen again...I am sorry that I let it go so far… I shouldn't have...but you put me in a position I was hard pressed to refuse."
"Do you regret it?" Harry asked softly leaning closer to his face and Severus found himself refusing to retreat.
"Do I regret that I just allowed one of my students to perform oral sex on me...I have to say... yes."
Harry leaned closer and smiled softly, "Would you regret it if I wasn't your student?"
"You ARE one of my student, and you're under age…" Severus said quietly as he felt his head fill with a soft kind of hazy warmth, "Even so, do you regret letting me go down on you?" and Harry leaned forward and gently kissed his neck. Severus felt his fists take hold of the boy's wrists, pulling the limbs up between them to try and create space. However, Harry was persistent and scooted closer, continuing his ministrations via starting to suck gently on the man's neck.
"Potter...don't… You need to listen to..." and Severus groaned out just under his breath as he felt the boy's hand on his chest pushing him back slowly.
Harry ever so gently whispered in his ear, "Do you?" and the boy's hand ran up under his shirt, fingers running over hot skin until they landed on a nipple and gently pinched it.
Severus felt something snap inside of him, a wall that he had built so painstakingly over the years cracked violently and a hand came up to grab the boy's jaw tightly. He looked into those green eyes and then glanced down to those thin yet swollen lips and finally admitted defeat, "No." and then he leaned forward and took up the boys mouth with such a hunger, he swore he heard his heart growl with need.
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Harry felt intoxicated. He felt lightheaded and excited, aroused and hungry. As soon as Snape had given into his questioning the man was on him. Pressing him back down onto the couch and covering Harry's body with his own.
Now he was pressed down under the man's weight, trapped between Snape and the couch, loving every minute of. Somehow, he felt safe, he felt completely at ease between this man and his sofa. Like nothing in the world could reach him and he could disappear into this monumental contact.
It felt good to be touched, to feel wanted and to have the man's attention solely on him. Not even Sirius had given him this much attention and he wanted more of it. The man's lips grazed hot over his throat, palms flushing out over his ribs, stomach and chest.
Every once and awhile Snape would return to his lips, holding Harry's jaw between firm fingers while he ravaged his mouth, moaning and licking into it before he would move away again to find his throat, neck, shoulder, collarbone or chest.
Those long slender fingers had found Harry's nipple such a long time ago and they seemed to delight in surprise pinches and flicks that made Harry gasp and his back arch and Snape would groan when he reacted in such a way.
Now, Harry was suffering from a rather hard and aching problem in his pants and he tried to shift so he could rub up against the man's hip. As he gave a gentle and experimental thrust he felt his professor stiffen and the man's hand left his shirt to smack onto the place where Harry's arse met the back of his thigh.
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." the man warned and Harry felt heat pour into his lower abdomen at such a tone, his little problem suddenly becoming a lot bigger, "But sir, I-"
"I will help you with your problem, but moving about as you were is far to tempting and currently you really shouldn't tempt me further...I've already crossed lines and I'd hate to have to flip you over and rut you into the couch, it would be far more enjoyable for me than it would you, I promise you that." He whispered softly,
A sharp spike of anxiety and lust filled his chest and stomach and Harry instantly stilled, "Good boy…" Snape murmured against Harry's throat right before his tongue licked from the base up to his jaw line.
Harry gritted his teeth and grunt in pain at the building pressure in his pants, "You know, for all the shite you have dragged me through in the days since your arrival, I have every right to make you suffer through it." the man near purred and Harry felt his eyes roll back into his head as the sound of it. So unlike the man he knew from school, so unlike Professor Snape, that he nearly came in his pants.
Suddenly the man took up Harry's wrists in his left hand, pinning them above his head as he shifted to expose the boy's body and his right hand came to draw a single feather light touch from his stomach to the edge of his pants.
"In fact, I wonder if I need to touch you there at all…."
"Please touch me there...it's starting to really hurt." Harry barked out as he gently tugged at his hands and tried to twist his hips back towards the friction that was Snape's thigh.
Snape, however, seemed to have other plans as he gave a little jerk and a very light and harmless smack to the boys stomach.
"No, don't you move. You will lay still for me or I will get up and walk away." and the threat in the man's voice was real. Harry let out a frustrated grunt and rolled back and lay still.
"Good. Now, let us see how far we can push you." and all Harry could do was swallow.
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If Severus had been crossing lines before, he was jumping them now. As soon as he had surrendered to the boys advances he knew he was lost in this. But somehow, the longer they kissed, the more intimate their touches became, the more he just didn't care.
He had never touched anyone like this, had never been touched by anyone like this and if he was honest with himself he was already addicted to it. The feeling of pulling such sweet noises out of him, the way Potter jerked and hissed and moaned at Severus's touch… it made him feel...dominant, in control and all too powerful. He wanted to consume this person, keep him wrapped up and in his pocket so that he could take the boy out at a moment's notice just to watch him squirm.
It was Severus's dark side, the side he had sworn off, the side that wanted to embrace depravity and perversion and...yet...still he wanted to hold this person...he wanted to kiss Harry gently and look into those eyes and emerge from this with something other than sex….as of yet...he didn't know what it was.
But Severus had been protecting this insolent brat since he was eleven years old….watching him break rules and fly by the seat of his pants into danger, dragging all those around him with. He knew, somehow he just knew this boy...this soon to be young man would be able to give him this mysterious thing he was craving...and Severus knew soon enough the boy would deny him nothing.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Harry thrust against his thigh, the friction causing his own arousal to spike and he had to subdue this flare before things went much too far. He was hanging on by a thread...if it had been anyone else…not his student...not his underage student they would already be on their stomach, allowing him to thruxt against them and into them in the most undignified manner.
But that was not an option here, so instead, he had elected to do an experiment, and see just how much Potter adored his touch.
"Good, let us see how far we can push you." and Severus couldn't stop the leer that came to his face as Harry bit his lip and whined when Severus ran his finger along the boy's pant line.
"Silence," Severus whispered softly against the boy's mouth, "Absolute silence, not a wine, whimper or moan or I will leave...understand?" he asked so tenderly, wanting desperately to push Harry so far over the edge he would even beg if prompted to.
When Harry managed a nod Severus kissed his lips and whispered into his ear, "That's my boy, now, let your professor teach you a lesson in patience."
Severus ran his finger back and forth along the waistline of Harry's pants, he could feel Harry's body straining to remain still and quiet as his eyes squeezed shut harder, his teeth near to drawing blood from his lips as sweat formed on his brow.
Severus's couldn't keep his eyes from the display, even when his nimble fingers popped the button and slowly pulled at the boy's zipper. Harry's breathing increased, but still he remained quiet, "You are doing very well Potter, I am impressed." and he gently licked the boy's neck, leaving a few kisses on his shoulder before he carefully bit into the tender flesh of Harry's nipple.
This time the boy jerked and Severus had to restrain him as Harry's hips started to thrust involuntarily, "Please please, God please Professor…"
"Shh shh shhhh...relax Potter." Severus whispered against his lips with a soft smirk. This time he left his mouth close, their lips touching but no kisses were given, "You want me to touch you? Yes?"
Harry nodded frantically and his lips grazed against Severus's before falling back to meet them, "Pleaseplease...just a little." Harry nearly cried.
"I'll make you a deal… I'll touch you everywhere but where you want me too….and if you can cum...I''ll let you sleep in my bed tonight."
This seemed to catch Potter's attention and intoxicated green eyes looked at him with near dreamy want, "If you fail to come, if I have to touch you down here…" and Severus cupped the boy's manhood quick and Harry jerked so violently he nearly fell off the couch, "You will sleep in your room. Deal?" Severus finished as his eyes took in every single dread filled and terrified glance the boy gave, sucking it up and consuming it like it was a fine wine.
Harry nodded, his mouth coming up to meet the man's throat as he licked around the side and up to his ear where he murmured, "Deal, but if I win I want to sleep with you naked."
"You are not in the position to make demands….now, let's start your lesson." and Severus released the boy's crotch and brought a finger to his thigh.
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Harry was in agony, at first this seemed like a fun little game, but now, nearly ten minutes later his prick was so hard he thought it might explode. His forehead was sweaty, his face on fire and his breathing was erratic. He had found himself squirming and trying to escape several times if only to touch himself for a minute, to get some relief from the building pressure and this heartbreaking want that was making him whimper like a baby.
The tears had started about thirty seconds ago, tears of frustration and sexual want so bad he thought he might pass out.
Yet still, the man simply traced around his thighs, belly and groin, never once touching his now purple and dripping manhood, the pain becoming something akin to his scar when it would burn.
"Are those tears I see...they look stunning on you." Snape said gently as he leaned down to lick them away and Harry thought he might be able to cum, he was so close, just right on the edge…
"Times running out, I guess you will just have to sleep alone tonight," and Harry tensed his stomach and felt that finger stroking just next to his prick and then those lips rubbed over his and brushed down a cheek to his ear where Snape spoke one word in such a manner that Harry could do nothing but obey, "Cum."
Harry felt the release and yelled out as he finally found his peak, he tumbled down through a blaze of stars, blinding pleasure and white-hot heat. His fists clenched and his teeth grit as he rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
At some point he felt Snape find his mouth and swallow his groans, the man's nails digging into the flesh of Harry's wrists while his other hand stroked up and down his ribs as he continued to empty his seed onto his stomach.
After, when he felt dizzy, light-headed and devastatingly weak he fell limp but continued to gasp in breaths of cool air, the sweaty glaze across his body helping to cool him.
Snape bent down, gently kissed his forehead and then took up his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, "You will shower, dress for bed and then come to my room."
Harry nodded and Snape gently caressed his lips, "You did well, Potter." then he rose from his position and slowly headed for the stairs, glancing back at Harry for a second before he disappeared.
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Severus sat on his bed, a leg stretched out before him, the other bent at the knee as his bare back rested against the headboard. His thin summer blanket was pulled up to his waist and in his lap he held a book. Though his eyes scanned he wasn't really taking it in, for his mind was far away.
It was locked onto what had just occurred, not even thirty minutes ago on his couch. He had given into the boy, utterly soiled his reputation and had a sexual dalliance with a student who was underage.
Though, to Severus's surprise, the shame, guilt and disgust he had expected to feel was absent, and in its place was something he hadn't felt in years.
Excitement.
He was excited, he was interested and his mind was active and fixated and he wanted to explore this. He felt like a curious teenager again, though he knew he had to remain level headed. There was only one way for this to end and it was badly, very badly.
Yet, his brain didn't seem to give a damn and his body tingled in agreement. He wanted to progress, he wanted to continue and most of all, for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to allow himself to obtain something that he wanted.
Severus had never, in his entire life, truly gotten something that he had wanted and craved.
Not love, friendship, understanding, forgiveness or to be spared from atoning for his sins. He was always at the mercy of others, doing their whims to either make up for his past mistakes, as with Dumbledore….or trying to hide his mistakes by lying through his teeth and serving as the right hand of doom to a demon, as he did with the Dark Lord.
But now, Severus wanted this, the experience alone was new and tantalizing and the instant he stopped fighting it the instant he was sure he didn't give a damn. He was going to live for himself for just this moment in time. He would feed his neglected body and educate his hungry mind and soon enough he might be able to serve his emaciated heart as well, perhaps not with Potter...surely this crush would ween over time, but he could use this to better understand any future relations he might see fit to have.
Whoever said he was bound to loneliness and emotional starvation? No one but himself and he was more than ready to eat, especially given how wonderful the sounds were that Potter made.
And then there was a knock on the door, his eyes not leaving the pages though he wasn't truly reading and then a head popped in and green eyes stared at him for several seconds.
"You are letting the cold out, I just performed that cooling charm, I'd prefer it to last, in or out." Severus said, and the boy shuffled in, his cotton pants hanging low on his waist and showing the dark hair that traveled down below it.
No shirt adorned his body but a damp towel hung loosely around his neck and shoulders. As he shut the door behind him Harry used the end of the towel to finish drying his hair and excess water before hanging it on a hook near Severus's tunic. The motion was so domestic that Severus couldn't pull his eyes from it, until the boy turned to him and smirked sheepishly, "You sure this is alright?" he asked softly.
"No, but we've already crossed a line, why not cross another." Severus mused.
The boy nodded and started to walk over before he stopped and eyed the bed warily, this caught Severus's attention and gently he laid his book to rest on his lap. He studied the boys face for a moment, those anxious eyes staring at the spot next to him and Severus suddenly understood.
"I didn't invite you in to steal your virtue if that is what you are thinking. I merely assumed that after such an...intimate evening you might not adjust well to sleeping alone. If I am wrong your room is still down the hall."
Harry shook his head and started moving again, this time with a little less stress in his shoulders and when he sat down on the bed his tentative body language made Severus smirk.
"Let me help." and he put his book on the nightstand and reached out for him, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and gently pulling him to lay down next to him. Severus pulled the blanket up over them both before he rested his head down on the pillow.
He breathed in slow and realized that the body next to his was warm, soft and smelled fresh and clean. His head grew dizzy as he gently hummed and nuzzled his face into the back of Harry's head.
"You smell wonderful." He murmured softly.
"Your bed is way nicer than mine." came his soft reply as he nestled down further and pressed himself more firmly into Severus's chest and stomach.
"Beggars can't be choosers." Severus offered and he raised a hand and flicked his wrist, the lights in the room instantly dimming and plunging them into darkness.
"Professor?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes." the man answered, his voice filled with sleep and fatigue.
"Do you think you will ever call me Harry?"
There was a silence then as Severus mulled it over, never thinking anything of the use of the boys last name, but he wasn't sure how he would feel to cross that particular line as that seemed even more intimate to him than what they had done earlier on his couch.
All he could do was give a soft yawn and say, "Go to sleep, Potter."
"It's just, you used my name when we were in the bushes outside the church… I didn't realize it until earlier….when you were...when we were...I just wanted to hear you say it again...it was nice….even if the situation was a bad one and I thought maybe-"
"Sleep. You silly boy. Or I will banish you to your less than adequate bed. We will speak about it in the morning."
"Alright...good night, sir."
Severus cracked open his eyes and stared at the back of the boys head before he leaned in next to Harry's ear and said softly, "Good night, Harry."
A/N: OKAY, I seriously need like a billion reviews for this chapter because it was a monster to write, I was terrified of posting it and I really need the feedback. So please, R&R as my confidence in this chapter is circling the drain.