Chapter 8

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Harry found himself slipping while Severus was away. He had stopped eating regularly and sleeping was nearly out of the question and he only saw his friends sparingly. There were no new leads in the Rita Skeeter thing and he was left to stew in his worry. He had more than a few rows with Draco over how he was behaving, and eventually the blonde gave up and left him to it. He was mostly made at himself for going on the date and for even worse getting caught up in how Severus might react. That's what bothered him most was having Severus possibly hate him in anyway or being disappointed in him. Even worse than that was the possibility that Severus might never want to see him again.

The night before the man was due to be home was probably the worse. It was spent drinking one pot of coffee after the other in an effort to keep himself awake and ready for the man's arrival. He was wrecked with worry and anxiety of what might happen and just getting it over with. He felt like getting it off of his chest might make him feel better. If Severus decided he didn't want to see him again then at least he would have the answer, at least then he could work on moving forward from there. Every time he thought of having to move forward without Severus again, he felt this gut wrenching ache course through him. The past three months had nearly killed him and he didn't know if he could move on if Severus was the one who decided that he didn't want to continue anymore. This was different, this wound would be self inflicted.

Time seemed to drag on, he couldn't help but watch the small clock in his apartment, willing Severus to arrive sooner rather than later. It was like time was standing still and he even checked to make sure the clock was working properly.

He wasn't sure when he had drifted off early that morning, having crashed from all of the coffee he's used to fuel his anxiety driven state. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Severus touched his arm. He shot up off of the couch and across the room as the man studied him in confusion. Severus motioned for him to come there, but he shook his head and hugged himself tightly.

"What's going on? What's happened that you felt you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Severus asked worriedly.

"I went on a date with some bloke that I met at Hermione's birthday party. It was while we were arguing and it didn't mean anything, nothing happened. I just felt so fucking guilty afterwards and all I could think about these past few days was how I probably cocked everything up with you. I don't think I could stand it if I have," Harry said quickly and stood in front of the man nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. "I'm so fucking sorry."

Harry studied Severus carefully as they stood in silence. He was silently pleading that the man might say something, anything. It felt like an eternity before Severus even moved, and when he did he looked Harry over once more and turned and walked straight towards the door without a word. Harry felt like someone had stabbed him deep in the gut and fell back onto the couch. He didn't cry or call after the man, he sat there and accepted the hand that the universe had deemed it necessary to deal him. Everything was ruined, he'd fucked it up. One date and he'd thrown away, the only proper relationship that'd he'd ever had. For what? A date with one of the most notorious gang leaders in Europe. Brilliant.

He pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees, willing this all to be a dream, that he'd wake up and he wouldn't have been so stupid. Maybe Draco was right, maybe he shouldn't have said anything, but no Severus deserved to know, even if nothing had happened.

The door creaked with someone opening it and his head immediately shot up to see Severus standing there with a solemn look on his face.

"I'd thought you had gone," Harry whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere," Severus said after a moment. "At least not unless you want me to."

"I thought you were leaving?" Harry asked confused.

"I had to get something," he answered. The man extended his arm and opened his palm to reveal Harry's ring. "I want to give it back."

"I don't deserve it," Harry all but protested.

"You don't have to wear it now," Severus said coming to sit next to him. "I want you to have it and when you're ready I want you to wear it again. You don't have to say anything, just wear it and I'll know."

Harry carefully too the ring and held it tightly in his own palm, studying Severus' face.

"You should I have left me. I saw someone else," he said quietly.

"It was a mistake and like you said nothing happened. I trust you, just don't let it happen again, okay?" Severus asked and Harry nodded. "You're too good for me, Harry. You're too good for anyone. You're kind and noble and loving, you're everything that anyone could ever hope to find."

"That's a lot of pressure," he said after a moment.

"It shouldn't be, because those things come to you naturally. Sure you're not perfect, but no one is, not really," Severus said taking his chin and gently pulling him up into a soft kiss.

He felt the relief flood through his body and the worry start to fade away. Then and there he knew that he needed to tell the man what they'd been up to. He would have to talk to the others, and ask their opinion on the matter, but he deserved to know. It didn't feel right sneaking behind the man's back any longer. If Severus didn't agree with how they had decided to handle it, then fine, he didn't have to be a part of it. But if he knew, then there wouldn't be any more sneaking behind the man's back. If they were meant to get through this together as a whole, then they had to be honest and work together. Things would surely go better if they were on the same page, and not plotting two separate plans against the same person. It was driving them apart in a sense and if that happened then she won anyway.

Harry pulling himself to his feet and padded into his bedroom and sat the ring on the night stand. It wasn't that he didn't want to wear it now, it just didn't feel right, not yet anyway. He turned to leave the room, but found Severus standing in the doorway.

"You really need to start taking better care of yourself. You've lost weight, and there are circles under you eyes," the man said knowingly.

"I was worried," Harry confessed.

"You worried yourself into a right state over nothing," Severus said coming to stand in front of him.

"Lucky me," Harry grinned playfully and Severus pulled him into a kiss.

Before he knew it his shirt was being pulled over his head and Severus' mouth had swooped down on his once more. All of the worry and heartache that had filled the past fews days poured into the kiss, it was a release.

Severus broke the kiss and looked at him, his dark eyes filled with desire. Harry looked at him questioningly, wondering why he had stopped.

"All my life I've spent trying to avoid this, what we have," Severus said after a moment. "The way that you make me feel is very unsettling to me. I've never had these feelings for another person. I've never allowed myself to have these feelings for another person, but then you walked into my life."

Before he could respond, Severus' mouth was on his again and he was being pushed back onto the bed. Severus planted soft kisses from the base of his ear to the corner of his mouth, before kissing his lips deeply. Severus then pulls his own shirt off over his his head and tosses it onto the floor and resumes his assault with his mouth. Trailing kisses from the base of his jaw all the way down to Harry's chest, causing Harry to arch up when his tongue made contact with his nipple and when he tugged on it Harry saw stars.

Severus was busy planting kisses all over his neck and chest, but when he straddled Harry he could feel just how hard the man was. Feeling his arousal, and his reaction to Harry made him retract any lingering feelings that the man might not want him anymore. It only drove his own arousal more and he didn't think he'd been this hard in his entire life.

He watched as Severus's slender fingers set to work on undoing the button on his jeans, and made quick work of sliding them and his pants down his legs and tossing them onto the floor. He nearly gasped when the man started to lick and kiss his way up his thighs. Severus pushed his thighs further apart and Harry let out a loud gasp when the man's tongue ran across his balls. Harry's hips bucked up off the bed when Severus took his hard cock into his warm, wet mouth. His skilled tongue making quick work of Harry's aroused state. He almost lost it more than once, but each time Severus would pull him back from the edge.

Finally, Severus climbed off of the bed and removed his own pants and underwear before climbing back on top of him. His figure looming over Harry and his body covering Harry's much smaller one. Harry ran his hands down the older man's taut back, and grasped his ass.

"I love you," the man whispered between the assault his lips were leaving on Harry's neck.

"I love you too," Harry gasped loudly as the man bit down.

Severus, jerked open the night stand drawer and Harry watched him fumble until he found what he was looking for: the bottle of lube. Severus sat back on his knees pushing Harry's legs even further apart, before beginning to work and stretch Harry in preparation. Harry withering and gasping at the older man's mercy and at the aptitude of his skilled hands and fingers. When he'd finished his preparation of Harry's tight ass, Severus coated his own rock, hard cock with a liberal amount of the lube and all Harry could do was watch in quiet anticipation. Finally, he felt the head at his entrance pressed forward telling the man to get on with it, he couldn't wait any longer.

He cried out as Severus entered him in one hard thrust, grasping the man's arms in pleasure. Severus continued in this manner, filling Harry with long, slow thrusts, causing him to cry out in pleasure. Harry could feel himself becoming lost in the pleasure and sensation that Severus was showering him in as the man began to thrust harder. With each thrust he could feel himself becoming more and more lost in the moment. How hard he was as he cock bobbed between the two of them and Severus' harsh, labored breathes as he continued to thrust into him.

When the man took hold of his cock and started to move in rhythm with his thrusts and Harry almost came right there. He bit down on his lip as Severus hit his prostate over and over and cried out the man's name.

"Severus," he breathed as the man's pace seemed to pick up.

"Come with me, Harry," Severus growled breathlessly into his ear.

The man continues his pace while working his cock and Harry could feel the orgasm building up inside of him and he came with a loud cry of pleasure into the man's hand. Severus' own orgasm followed soon after and he called out as he emptied himself inside of Harry, before collapsing on his chest breathlessly.

After a moment Severus rolled off of him and pulled him close to his chest. He placed a kiss on top of his head and sighed in content.

"I'm so glad you're home and that we're okay," Harry said after a moment.

"Shh...so am I," Severus said tiredly.

Harry really couldn't think of a better place to be than here in this moment in Severus' arms. Whoever said that you couldn't make homes out of human beings had clearly never met someone like Severus Snape he decided to himself.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been really busy lately, but everything should be back to normal now, and updates should come pretty regularly again. I hope the sex made up for it! Thanks for reading and reviewing!