Chapter Four

Watching The Man

The man stopped the boy and pulled him to his feet. Then Severus pushed him against the door and kissed down his throat. The boy made a frightened sound. The man stepped away from him.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Harry's face softened and shook his head.

"It's okay. Go on, I liked it." Then the boy carefully undid his own trousers, each movement small and heartaching. Watching the man, he began to stroke himself.

The man frowned as he looked at Harry with tenderness in his eyes. He then went in front of the boy and got to his knees. The man pushed his stroking hand away, and started licking his erection. The boy had a mixed look on his face of surprise and sorrow as he watched the man. Soon, Harry began moaning.

The boy's hand gripped tightly on the wooden door frame while his back leaned against the door. The man was still on his knees, with one hand on the boy's hips and the other holding the boy's erection, his thumb stroking the testes.

"Ah... ah..." The boy's grip on the door frame tightened one last time, then his head fell languidly to the side as his body slumped down to the floor.

"Father... you are very good." He smiled, sitting with his head relaxed against the wood of the door.

Hearing that, Severus felt himself going slightly pale while he was still on his knees. The boy leaned forward and kissed him.

"Goodbye father, I will see you soon."

The boy got to his feet and straightened his clothes. He was about to open the door when the man pushed one hand against it to block his way. Severus tilted the boy's chin with his free hand and kissed him. Then the man smiled bitterly.

"Don't call me father, call me anything but father."

"Severus then?" The boy's green eyes watched him with an understanding that puzzled him. The man realized his hand was still blocking the door. He pulled it away apologetically.

"How do you know... my name?"

"I asked my aunt who you were the first sunday mass I attended here."

Severus remembered the day he first saw Harry, he was sick with himself for feeling excited.

"Yes, I see. You can call me Severus. Just... don't call me father."

"May I leave now?"

"Yes Harry, go on." The man thought he should say something a little more. "And be careful."