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"Do you kiss?" Severus asked with no amount of trepidation.

He looked up, his eyes burning with offense.

Good.

The boy had stripped off his clothes wordlessly as soon as they'd entered the dimly lit room. And although Severus had assured him that all he wanted to do was talk in a more comfortable setting, the boy had continued anyway. And now he sat on the edge of the large mahogany bed, just across from Severus who was relaxing on the bedroom's leather chair in his trousers and shirt sleeves.

He looks nervous, no doubt this is the first time he has not been thrown over a chair, or simply flipped over and fucked. It was unheard of to treat a whore with tenderness and care. After all, they have been conditioned, we are told, to endure a vast range of treatment.

"You may do anything you like sir."

Severus rolled his eyes and stood up. "Don't tell me that again, and stop thinking you don't have a choice. When you're with me you have a choice. Understood?" He walked over to the dresser where a tray of crystal decanters were set with a few glistening cups.

"Now, do you want something to drink?"

"Yes sir."

"What would you like? Water or something stronger?"

"Whatever you'd like."

"You really don't listen well do you?" He never did.

Severus poured a glass of water and a glass of brandy and held them both before him.

He hesitated and then took the water. "I'm sorry, this game is new to me."

"This is not a game" Severus snapped. "I just want you to stop acting like a whore, and start acting like the human being you are."

The boy glared at him. "I'm not a whore. A whore is what they have made me, but it's not what I am. But you sir, whether you like it or not, are treating me like a whore just by having me here, no stupid mind games can change that." He paused; his breathing heavy and shallow, then when the realization of what he'd just said sunk in, he diverted his eyes and took a long swallow from the cup. "If you want to know what I want, I want you to fuck me and let me go home." His eyes creased together. "Tomorrow will be a hard day for me."

Severus was stunned. His little experiment had not gone exactly as he'd hoped, but he had found out what he wanted and there was nothing left to do but let the boy leave. He just wouldn't think about how much it was going to hurt to see Harry slip out from under his fingertips again.

No matter how changed he was, and no matter how fiercely he tried to deny it, this boy had Harry's eyes, and his tussled hair, and the exact same passion that the ministry claimed they'd erased from him. Yes, it would hurt terribly to see him go. "You can leave. I am through with you." Walking to his dresser, he picked up the glass of brandy and downed as much as he could take in one long gulp.

A long pause passed. Severus stood at his dresser and looked at the wall where a dark stain disrupted the pattern on the wallpaper. He knew the boy hadn't left yet; the stillness was just as dense.

After a few more moment of vibrating tension the boy shifted and the sound of mattress springs squeaking and fabric against skin sounded as loud as a gunshot.

"Tomorrow is the day I see my most powerful master." The unexpected declaration pierced through Severus' mournful musings." I thought it might interest you to know that he's just itching to hear my account of what happens here tonight."

Most powerful master? He thought. It couldn't be. Severus snapped around, his brandy spilling over the rim. It couldn't be.

"I can tell him anything you want, the arrogant bastard thinks I'm too afraid to lie to him so he'll believe anything I say. But he'll know that you didn't fuck me. He has his ways"

"I don't give a fuck what that bastard thinks of me," his voice a near growl. "I do my job, and he leaves me alone."

"Yeah well, I hear he has a bet going. He thinks you won't do it. Fuck me that is. So, if you don't, he'll win his bet."

Severus slammed his glass down on the table. "Bet? How much is this bet?"

Harry smiled. "It's not a matter of money, he'd would lose something much more valuable, a family heirloom I hear. It's all very complicated, and a whore such as myself wouldn't presume to know the specifics." His eyes were sparkling with delight and mischief but his lips were still set in that firm line of business like seriousness. The child should have been a Slytherin. "I just thought it might please you to make him lose his bet." He shrugged, and his young naked shoulders looked the color of copper in the lamplight. "Perhaps I was wrong."

Severus fought to reel in his flaming emotions. "I don't care. Let him win." He turned his back on the boy and clenched his eyes shut before his anger boiled over and he lashed out unfairly. "You can go."

"He has at least fifteen men in on it. They had quite a laugh talking about you. They said you're weak, and that you wouldn't even be able to touch me. They said you're so dried up that even if I offered myself to you, begging you to fuck me, that you wouldn't even be able to get it up. They said you …"

As he listened he could imagine his colleagues standing in Lucius's library, their fat faces laughing as they made bets on him. Suddenly something burst inside Severus and he lost every thread of self control and decency that remained. That bastard. That life ruining bastard. At that moment he could think of no one he'd ever wanted to hurt, to kill, more than Lucius. Without another thought, Severus reached down; flicked open his belt, and pulled it out with a crack.

"Turn over" he growled. The boy smiled and immediately positioned himself.

The burning opportunity for revenge was clouding the consequences of what he was about to do. Besides, he could just make it into a game, he could look down at the enticing vision in front of him and pretend that it wasn't Harry; pretend that it really is just a mindless whore through whom he could enact his revenge. He was possessed with the craving to make Lucius bleed without ever touching him. Severus smiled and positioned himself. He might as well get on with it and get the boy out of his house so he could sleep; perhaps even peacefully knowing what would happen tomorrow.

He reached over to the end table and pulled out his tube of lubricant.

"You don't need to. We come prepared."

Severus flinched in disgust and let the tube drop to the floor, and then, as soon as the boy seemed ready, he entered him completely in one deep thrust.

The body below him tensed quickly, and then relaxed.

Severus gently pulled out, and then slid back in, chanting within himself to be careful and slow. He didn't want his crazed adrenaline to override his control; he didn't want to hurt him. After a few moments he slowly picked up a hypnotic tempo. Through his hazed thoughts Severus did his best to try and forget that this was his Harry below him. He couldn't allow himself to remember, he couldn't think of him that way, not in this moment.

Severus's hand hovered over the boy's back, itching to stroke him, but instead he placed his hands firmly on the boy's hips and leaned over until his chest was flush against his back and his mouth was next to his ear. Then he began moving in short shallow thrusts once again. "Tell Malfoy that I couldn't get enough of you. Tell him I fucked you until I was too exhausted to go on."

"Yes." The answer sounded almost like a moan that vibrated out of the body below him, his breathing suddenly growing fast and heavy.

"Tell him you were only here a few moments before I threw you over the kitchen table."

"Mmmhmmm." That was most definitely a moan.

Severus thrilled in the sounds coming from below him. He bit the boy's shoulder and picked up the pace. His erection painfully hard as he imagined Malfoy's expression when he found out he'd lost his bet. "Tell him. Walk like you're too sore to move."

"Yes. He'll, hmmmm. He'll hate that."

As his self control weakened Severus automatically moved his hand around until it was clasped around the boys growing erection. Apparently, imagining screwing Malfoy was turning both of them on. He kissed the boys neck, trying to block out the feel of leather against his cheek, his lips and tongue caressing the sensitive skin behind his ear while he slowly slid in and out with the same tempo as the hand which moved up and down his shaft.

As soon as the boy's breathing turned to low moans and grunts, Severus was lost in the sensation, nearly forgetting what he was doing and who he was doing until the cock in his hand twitched and warm come seeped into his palm. Severus thrust mindlessly a half a dozen times more before coming blindly himself, the heat of the moment washing over him and his skin hot and dripping with sweat.

As soon as he had regained his senses, Severus looked down at the body below him, the back pumping in rough heavy breaths. Closing his eyes he pulled out and disappeared as quickly as possible into the bathroom.

Once he was alone he took a deep breath and tried to relax his quivering nerves. What had he done? He hadn't wanted to do this, this was all wrong. Harry was too precious for him to use in this way. And yet he'd done it anyway.

He rubbed his hands over his eyes. This world is turning me sour. He turned on the shower and washed without looking at himself. He felt too ashamed.

Although, he couldn't deny the satisfaction that was battling with the guilt, and he couldn't deny that it had felt good. No, it had felt great. Not just the physical release that he hadn't experienced in nearly a year, but also the knowledge that he had finally managed to wound Lucius Malfoy, hopefully irrevocably.

When he reemerged nearly twenty minutes later, he was shocked to find that the boy had not left yet, and was sitting patiently waiting, fully clothed and looking so poised that he might believe the boy was on his way to a lecture, not a brothel.

He sighed and dropped his towel into a wicker basket against the wall. "I had hoped I'd made an impression on you when it comes to having a mind of your own." He glanced at the bed and smirked at the boy's confused expression. "I'm saying that you could have left at any time."

He merely looked down at his lap and bit the corner of his lip in worry. Apparently a few moments of quiet reflection had reminded him of how foolish he had been. After all, if Severus was the sort of man who would report him on any of his infractions, he would be in grave danger right now. And furthermore, the boy had been right, no amount of mind games was ever going to reverse their position, nor guarantee any real trust.

"Well," he paused, "I'm not allowed to get dressed unless you tell me to." his voice was meek and lacking much of his previous conviction. "And I'm not allowed to touch your things, but, I tidied your bed while you showered." Finally he looked up sheepishly. "Technically sir, I'm not even allowed to move from the position in which you had left me, but I did." His lips twitched up in a smirk. "And… I am never allowed, under any circumstances, to orgasm unless given a direct command. But as you remember, I did that as well."

Severus smiled. "Bravo."

The boy shifted and cleared his throat, his eyes down cast again. "I was merely waiting to ask you a question. Well, I have a few things to say if I am permitted."

Severus nodded. "Of course."

"First, I was wondering if you really wanted me to tell him all those things." His voice vibrated with nerves.

"Absolutely," Severus dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Tell him whatever will make him the most furious."

The boy nodded, the fear in his eyes unavoidable, and yet Severus didn't think too much of it. This whole evening should have him terribly afraid.

"Well then, would allow me to remain here a few more hours? I won't be in your way at all; I can just stand quietly by the door." He twisted his hands. "They record what time I return, and I have a feeling it will only be a matter of minutes before I'm summoned. And I, well the longer I'm here the more convincing my story, and besides, I- I'm just not ready yet."

Severus nodded again. "Very well. You may stay as long as you like. But you won't have to stand quietly by the door."

The boy looked up and smiled, his eyes soft and just slightly trusting. After a moment, he stood and looked at Severus for further instruction.

"You can sleep on the couch, I'm sorry I don't have another bedroom. And you're welcome to eat anything you like, make tea, visit the garden, I have a telly. And if you see Pete, my dog, don't be frightened, he's friendly."

The boy's smile widened before he turned to leave. Severus looked down at his bed, which had indeed been put together remarkably well. The pillows were fluffed and ironed. How did he iron the pillow cases? He shrugged and carefully began piling the pillows on the floor when he heard the small voice over his shoulder. "Sir?"

Severus looked back; the boy was standing in the door frame, his hand on the door knob and his teeth once again gnawing nervously on his lip. "Yes?"

"You say I can trust you."

Severus nodded. "Yes you can."

"Then I don't have to tell you that I revealed things this evening that if exposed, would shatter what bit of freedom we have." He shifted from one foot to the other. "And I also don't need to tell you that my behavior was irreproachable, if you were to let anything slip, especially to Malfoy…" His voice faltered and his eyes drifted down, his concentration focused on the tip of his shoe and his hand twitching nervously against his jean.

"No. I would never do that."

"Thank you. You are very kind." He looked up again, his cheeks flushed and his boyish expression innocent. "I've never been with anyone who was as gentle and thoughtful as you." His smile was so genuine that Severus was overcome with the desire to kiss him. "And I do have one more thing to ask you. Well, it's a request actually."

"Anything. I believe I owe you."

He shook his head, "No, you don't owe me." He took a deep breath and continued, "If he asks you about me, which he most likely will, will you to tell him that I was obedient, but… difficult?"

"Difficult?"

"He needs to think that I did everything I could to keep you from having me, even though I was obedient." His eyes grew dark and frightened. "Will you?"

Severus nodded. "I'm sorry he made you do this."

"I needed to do it, and I'm glad I did. But, thank you just the same."

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