Games

Snape made to carry his lover into the next room in the spacious manor. "Let's stay here." Harry said. "I'm not done with those sheets yet."

"Not tiered?" Snape asked

"No. Are you?"

The professor's eyes roamed over the lithe body in his arms. "Not at all" he murmured.

Harry placed his hand against Severus' chest as he looked up into his jet eyes. "Show me how you play your games."

Severus shook his head. "You wouldn't enjoy pain."

Harry nuzzled against Snape's neck and then bit down hard, tasting the barest tang of blood. He looked into Snape's eyes hazed over with the sensation. "I could learn to enjoy it."

That settled the matter. Snape strode across the room and threw the Gryffindor onto the bed, the springs bounced slightly. A chilling wind swept in from the window and Severus closed the curtains around the giant bed. Enveloping them in their own dark fantasyland. Over the headboard there was a small shelf and Severus placed candelabra there, lighting the tapers so that the light flickered as the flames caught. Harry watched the nuances of Snape's expression in the dim light. Perhaps all of this was a dream and he would awake in Gryffindor tower alone and ashamed, but then he felt the heat of his new found lover's body wash over him and they held each other close. If this was a dream he prayed that he may die in his sleep and never have to awake from it. Harry cuddled to him and Snape pulled away, leaning over him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Harry nodded in response, not trusting his voice to answer as he watched Severus' expression. His face wasn't loving at all now, cold and dangerous, the look of something animal but carefully restrained in his eyes, partially hidden behind that curtain of dark hair. The face of a predator, and he was its prey. Harry swallowed as Snape pulled something else down from the shelf. A length of black cord. A questioning look in the older man's eyes then a small smile as Harry allowed his hands to be placed together above his head and tied to the bed. The design of serpents entwined around wooden pillars in the headboard making a perfect place to tie off the knot. Snape made to blindfold Harry but his student looked at him, repeating his earlier words "I want to watch you." Severus tossed the blindfold aside, but not out of reach, as if he might change his mind and use it later. Harry was now debating the wisdom of his actions. He wasn't usually one to second-guess himself, but this? He decided on bravado. "What? No gag?" he said defiantly, looking over at the strip of fabric. Snape laughed softly, deep in his throat and Harry shivered. "I think not, little one, I'm going to enjoy your screams." Harry mentally vowed to himself that he would not give him that particular satisfaction. Before was wonderful, but now the Slytherin was apparent in the older man's manner and while part of him hated him, the rest only wanted his teacher more. Nothing sweet his time. Severus raked his fingernails down Harry's chest, he had never before noticed how sharp they were. Snape began to talk softly, as if he were teaching Harry a lesson in the classroom. "Any extreme of feeling, painful or pleasing, can bring you pleasure." Severus ran his fingers across the inner thigh of Harry's wet jeans, tight again. Harry sighed breathily. Then Severus straddled him and the boy arched his back, unconsciously allowing him space to slip his hands underneath him and rake his nails down his back. The boy moaned loudly and Severus leaned down and captured his lips in a savage kiss, harsh but not painful, until Harry bit Severus' lip drawing blood and letting the teacher taste himself inside his mouth. Snape's nails dug deeper into Harry's back. Snape sat up to admire the beauty beneath him. Eyes hazed with lust, hair askew, lips bruised from his kiss and the faintest traces of blood, the tan body covered in a light sheen of sweat shone in the candlelight, the designs of his nails raised against the skin. His eyes traveled further down, the faintest trail of black curls leading his jeans, clinging to every crevice of his body, the straining sex and then watching his half closed eyes looking at him wondering from underneath those long eyelashes.

"Do you trust me?" Snape asked quietly. Every muscle in Harry's body screamed "No!" but he felt his voice faltering, saying "Yes." When had his mouth stopped listening to him? Probably around the time Severus lapped at his navel and began making small bite marks to the edge of his jeans. Long nimble fingers slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down slowly, ever so achingly slowly over his hips. Harry tried to stay still and savor in the feeling but couldn't help brushing against Severus' hands. Finally his legs were free of the constricting material and as Severus began to slide the dark green boxers off Harry gasped as the cool air hit his moist skin. Severus slid off the bed and walked out of Harry's view. He came back holding a knife. "Christ!" Harry hissed. The knife was sharp and the deadly threat, no longer subtle at all was pressed against his face, tracing the line of his cheekbone. Not the dull edge even but the blade, not drawing blood, yet. Whispering feather light across his skin and something in the back of his mind was screaming that he still wanted him. He wanted this. Tracing the line where he had been kissed, across his jaw line and lingering across his neck the cold steel alighted at random, leaving Harry jumping never knowing when and where it would fall, constantly wondering when the blade would begin to slice. More than fear he craved the touch, the piercing of skin and the taste of blood returned to him on his lover's lips. That most intimate and bloody caress. Snape continued his feather light touches across Harry's collarbone. He didn't want to wait. "Hurt me" Harry whispered breathily. "Yes" Snape hissed as he gently pressed the blade to the fine skin. A thin trickle of blood traced its lonely path down the boy's collarbone and Harry moaned in pain and pleasure combined as Snape sucked at the wound and slid his free hand down to caress his inner thigh. The cut was slight and would heal cleanly, leaving the beautiful body unmarrared. But for the present the crimson lay warm against his golden skin, the house colors set against a backdrop of black satin. The knife pressed down softly, just enough to slowly part the skin as Severus traced a path from the boy's collarbone, circling around the sensitive peaks on his chest. He could increase the pressure and make the boy toss back his head and bite his lips in pain or turn it into sinister whispers against his skin, making him shudder and whisper "Severus" over and over again, looking so small and lost in large bed. The blade reached the end of its path in the hollow of his inner thigh. It was then that Harry knew that he would lose himself in this. He craved the feeling of the blade because of the knowledge that Severus' sure hands were guiding it; he handled it so skillfully that it was an extension of his body.

Severus felt a pang of regret, seeing his handiwork on the boy's skin, but Harry was here and his and that was all that mattered. The knife began to play along his thigh to where the largest vein in his body, guided a river of crimson through his veins. All Severus had to do was press down and the boy's life would disappear. All of his guilt and pain washed away in the river of blood that would run from between Harry's thighs. His little love's life expiring with Severus' name of his lips, bringing him to the brink of pleasure and taking him over as he assured that he would be the only one this darling boy would ever feel, again. Harry eyes danced wildly as the realization hit him like the cresting wave of orgasm, he was going to die. Severus' face looked tender and caring as he drew the knife closer. Harry's eyes dilated and a scream fought to tore itself from the back of his throat. "I want you to enjoy this, Harry, and this will only heighten the sensation." Severus tied the black silk around the boys head, covering his eyes. "I can hardly decide, dearest, what to do with you." He paused "Kiss you or kill you" As he spoke his right hand teased closer to the warmth between Harry's thighs. "Whichever one I decide though, don't worry. You will enjoy this." His hot mouth suddenly enveloped Harry's cock and swirled back to tease the sensitive underside of his head before taking him entirely into his mouth again. Harry fiercely thrust into his professor's mouth. Feeling every more intensely now that his sight was gone. Harry's head was buried in the back of Severus' throat and he moaned softly. He was so close and the fear spurred him on faster. Suddenly Severus' withdrew quickly, and Harry could feel his scrutiny even through the blindfold. He intuitively knew that the knife rested in Severus' hand. Hard and aching so that he could scream with frustration and fear. He felt Severus above him, could feel his warm breath on his check. He had decided. He sat up and Harry felt him tensing, ready to descend onto him, and Harry no longer cared as long as he could bring an end to this delicious torture. Harry heard the shrill whistle of steel slicing through the air and a distant roaring that he dimly realized was his own scream. Harry felt the shudder of the knife's blade as it embedded itself in the wood of the headboard above him. Snape kissed him and Harry came.