Well, thanks loads for all the nice reviews. I'm never satisfied, my last name is Snape, but I was rather flattered by your nice comments. Flattery will bring you everywhere. Erm, literally, this is driving me on, and perhaps this is going to be longer than I anticipated. Which is a good thing, don't you think. So keep the reviews coming!
Xikum – in the beginning the title was just: challenge response and stayed like that for some chapters. Then that title came to me. I think it is quite fitting, in more ways than just the obvious. But I see your point. When I go and read the other titles, this sounds quite cheesy. Well, nobody can't be on the height of it, all the time, can they:-)
Fatalonie – I admit to never have read anything Pooh. Do you love me still? I love your comment though ...
James Jago – Hi there! Girls, a man! *drool* To answer your question: that's because I'm a Germerman!
Arwen – that is about the best review to give *bows deeply* thanks!
Sylvester – well, the thing with the Snitch – that's plot you see ...
Thanks a lot to all of you who reviewed. Keep them rolling and I might as well – do the same:-) And you know what that means. Snape – Harry – rolling around like cats in heat. Oh well ... Enough rambling ... Here comes the smut.
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But he would have to try or he would go sadly unfulfilled this night and perhaps his whole life. Yes, he knew his right hand could relieve the purely bodily tension, but he had a feeling that it would be far more memorable with another person, and this person in front of him was the one. He was sure of it. He hadn't been this hard for so long on his own, ever. And the man made him think on top of it – not that he would ever tell him that. His teacher ego was inflated enough as it was. Harry was more interested in inflating bodily parts of Snape, those parts he had touched for only a haunting moment, and was rather eager to touch again.
"Okay?", he asked and tried what he knew was his sauciest grin. Snape stared at him as if he were something crawling in the dirt. Which he would do, willingly, if it served his plans. "Okay what?", asked the teacher, in a manner so haughty nobody would have guessed that he had already changed bodily fluids with Harry, if only on a superficial level. Harry himself would have been fooled, hadn't it been that the imprint of Snape's hard cock was still rather vivid in his mind, as his most treasured possession, if not on his belly.
Harry grinned again and stepped closer. He discovered he liked playing cat and mouse with Snape, the more so when he as in the position of the cat. Who would have thought Snape was so unsure behind his forbidding exterior? Harry knew by now that Snape wanted him, he simply had to, he wouldn't be here anymore if he didn't, but he played the moralistic grown-up card to the last. That was so very un-death-eaterish of him, it was quite endearing. Surely, the rumours on the sexuality of deatheaters were highly exaggerated.
"Have you adapted to my reality shift as you call it?" Harry stepped closer until he could feel the body heat of the man. He closed his eyes, bathing in the feeling. So good, oh so good. He did so hope that Snape's delicate sensibilities had adjusted by now.
"You are the most annoying, infuriating brat that ever walked the grounds of Hogwarts", the Potions master roared. Harry grinned sunnily. Ah, that speech again. Snape must really be giving in. "What on earth makes you believe I would have to adapt to anything you do? Or would even like to?" The full frontal glare, complete with drawn eyebrows, firmly set mouth and nose longer than ever. Harry would have been quite impressed, had it not been for other signs that signalled different things.
He stepped closer once more. Now there was only Snape's clothes between them and just a hint of air, barely enough to breathe properly. "This", Harry whispered and pressed his body against Snape's. He had been right. All that talking hadn't reduced the Potions master's erection to nothing. It was still there, waiting for him. Another, nearly feral grin flitted across Harry's face. Yes! This was it. Snape couldn't get out of this. His mind might fight still, but his body had raised the flag. And Harry had seen what this body could do. It was so strong and masterful and ... oh gods, he had to have him. Now!
The whole body against his shivered. Harry looked up and saw such longing in the dark eyes, he was awed by it. His throat constricted and he felt nearly religious. Then Snape heaved a deep breath while Harry looked on, breathlessly, and closed his eyes while opening the mouth to let a tiny sigh escape.
Harry didn't need any further invitation. He fell onto and into the tempting mouth. His fingers clawed at the completely superfluous clothing Snape wore. The dressing gown was sliding over his shoulders, but the infuriating man was not naked under it, like every normal person would be. No, of course not. He wore a high-collared and completely buttoned-up shirt and complementing trousers, black and scruffy like his usual waistcoat and robe. Harry groaned. He saw lightning behind his closed eyelids and noticed that he was panting heavily. He grind into the thick cloth Snape wore and gasped. A hot tongue invaded his mouth and met no resistance. Harry was shaking. He would have been ashamed, if he could have spared a moment, but he was so intent, his whole body was so intent on IT, he just couldn't bother. He clung to the other man, limply save one part which was achingly erect and gave little moans. The fingers of one hand insisted on trying to further open the endless row of buttons, but they were too lazy. A strong hand clamped down on his, and the velvet tongue left his mouth. "This wont do", muttered Snape, as violently as if Harry had destroyed his favourite cauldron. "I simply refuse to get my clothes soiled AGAIN, just because a premature teenager can't hold it."
Harry would have argued, but he was turned around so forcefully, he just couldn't find the breath to spare. His back now clung to the rough cloth and his arse ground against it and something that was beneath it. He gasped. And he screamed when the hot strong hand with the long thin fingers came down and clamped around his most prominent part. A hot mouth touched his ear, pouring a voice like red hot lava and a breath as cool as the ocean into it. "Scream as much as you want, Potter. You got yourself into this. Now, live with it." And Harry did, violently. He turned around, tried to, at least, he wanted to, he had to see Snape's face while he came, but only made it halfway around, before orgasm struck, coaxed out of him by the callused fingers and the voice and the rough cloth and his anticipation and THE KISS and all that came together and he drowned in it, nearly suffocating in the wave and only held by Snape's hand on his shoulder and the other one on his cock. Snape. Snape. Snape.
"Ahem". Said Harry when he had the breath to talk again. He glanced up to the face of the other man through his damp fringe. Sure, Snape had raised that eyebrow at him. Harry fought a blush. "Oh, none of that, Potter, if you please". The voice of the Potions master was irritated. "Far too late for blushing now. And I had to touch you to make you come. So you needn't be too embarrassed. Others have fared far worse". Harry hated the smug sound of that. He hated what the words did to him even more. He hated his body that reacted so willingly to Snape. He hated – oh damned. He didn't hate anything. There was no time for that now. Not when he wanted to get on with it. And he was sure of that. It was clearly visible, just how interested he was in that.
"Satisfied?", asked Snape and peered into his eyes like a nosy spectator who had nothing to do with the thing at hand. But Harry sensed an uneasiness behind the superficial arrogance. Could it really be that Snape thought that was enough? Could he really still think that Harry was satisfied with Snape bringing him off? Could he really think that Harry would now go his ways and leave Snape behind just as if he had only been a tool in his search for fulfilment? Oh well, perhaps he could. Very probably so. The man was distrustful to the point of sheer paranoia. And he had reason to be like that, if Harry was quite honest. The things he had survived would have made everyone a bit self-conscious.
Harry looked into the black eyes with an earnestness he wished to imprint on the man. He couldn't make his whole life worth while, but he could sure try to make this experience a good one. And he would. "Dou you have a bed here, somewhere?" The black eyes blinked. Harry grew quite fond of that little gesture.
"What for?", asked Snape in a highly distrustful voice behind which loomed only the slightest gleam of hope. "Well", said Harry, deciding to take this lightly, "I have no doubt that you already realised my state of anxiety hasn't improved – much, in spite of your helpful hand. And your – state" he brushed his hand against Snape to emphasise the point – "hasn't diminished at all. I'd rather wager, it has grown. Yes, really. It has." Harry stroked and the thing in the trousers jumped. Or tried to at least. Harry licked his lips and could just about hear the tiny moan the other man gave. "And so we will just have to take the appropriate measures, won't we?" Green eyes stared into black ones. Psycho-logic – not to be faulted.
But Snape didn't budge an inch. Bugger. The ball was in Harry's field, yet again. Well, then he could do what he wanted, okay with him. His fingers obeyed him better than before. The buttons opened, one by one. Snape didn't defend them. At least. Harry moved his lips and his tongue darted out inadvertently. He was completely enthralled in his task. He began to fear that the moment he first laid eyes on the skin of the Potions master – other than his face, hands, and that slim line of his neck that was not covered by his shirt – he would embarrass himself – again. He was so excited.
There it was. The shirt fell down onto the dressing-gown that already pooled around Snape's feet. Pale white skin. No rosy glow anywhere. Nor hair, apart form a thin line travelling from the flat navel into the trousers that, bereft of the shirt, hang tantalizingly low over the hips. Muscles only as much as were needed to keep the man upright. No youthful pudginess anywhere. Harry thought he had never seen a fairer sight.
He licked his lips again, and noticing it, brought his tongue to do something useful. Snape gave a tiny sigh, much like a whimper from anyone else. Harry licked again, but trained his hands on the other urgent task at hand. The pants fell down in a matter of seconds and joined their companions on the floor. Harry looked down and swallowed. Well, yes. Snape was a man alright. He had known that, sure. But seeing it, in all his glory, with his own eyes, was something completely different. The bedroom would have to wait. It was here and now, and even Snape's professed age and fragility wouldn't help him. Thin as he truly was, Snape didn't look exactly fragile to him. More like – breathtakingly, ache-inducing gorgeous and prepared for the task at hand, weapon glistening and bold upright. Harry's eyes travelled the path of the hair up and down again. No six pack needed. This was the by far most arousing sight he had ever seen, the pleasure trail broadening the more it neared the – ground.
They locked eyes, eventually. Snape's were so dark like Harry had never seen them before. Then the Potions master wetted his lips with his tongue, another sight Harry couldn't recall seeing ever before. "You are sure of this?", the dark voice asked. Harry rolled his eyes. "How does this look to you?" Harry dipped down his forefinger and sampled some of the fluid on Snape's tip. Holding Snape's gaze, who looked at him like mesmerized after a quick shake of his whole body at the touch of Harry's hand on his most sensitive part, Harry brought the finger to his mouth and licked it. Slowly and thoroughly.
Tbc
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Well, I'm awfully sorry. I though, I'd get THE scene done in one piece. But it was too much fun, obviously. And Xikum, you might just get your wish. This could be the beginning of a wonderful friendship and another story. But first we will have to touch NC-17 realm. Perhaps not. Or perhaps not here:-) The scene above was greatly inspired by a wonderful pic by Snaples. You want to see it, write a nice review, ask for it and I'll send it to you. (You could go to her site, but I can't do links here, so it would be much better and easier, if you reviewed:-)
There is another one, Lorelei, you know it, which keeps inspiring me for the rest of the stuff. I might as well send it out after the next chapter.
BTW – Lorelei, ich vergaß dich oben, aber danke, Süße!!!
