Disclaimer: Not that I don't wish I owned these characters, because I do… but in the reality that exists outside of my head, J.K. Rowling owns all. And actually, I think it's kind of better that way :P

Title: The Ties That Bind

Beta: Shadowfax999... Merlin, I love her. She takes my horribly mutated chapters and makes them into readable works of fanfiction.

Summary/ Warning: Dom/ Sub, HGRW, PPBZ, RLSB, LVBL …and of course HPSS.

Authors Note/ Warning: OMG! Shmex! Ahahaha! I'm so nervous…

Chapter 3: Making it Happen

:Parseltongue:

"Conversational thoughts"

Private thoughts, shared memories

With a smothered cry, Harry sat upright in the bed, then immediately doubled over and clutched his stomach. Oh Merlin, it hurts. Bloody fucking hell, kill me, please, he begged silently. The tears were streaming down his face, and it felt like his entire body was on fire, frozen, drawn and quartered all at once.

I can't stand this anymore. I'm going to find Snape. He's going to fix this, or I'm going to kill him.

It took Harry a much longer time than usual to get his cloak and Map out of his trunk, having to negotiate through the darkened room with random spaced bursts of pain as he tried to locate his shoes, shirt, and wand. Finally he was ready to leave, and he swung the cloak around his shoulders, then activated the Map and searched for the little dot labeled Severus Snape. He found it, moving up and down continuously in a suite of rooms deep in the dungeons.

He made the trip to the dungeons in relative safety, but for one close encounter with Mrs. Norris. He shook off the fear that the cat was following him, and ducked behind a statue as another wave of pain hit him. When it passed, he took the Map back out and saw the he was in the right corridor. He moved cautiously down the hall, expecting another wave of pain at any moment, and stopped before the portrait of a serpent coiled around a sword.

:Excuse me: he whispered to the sleeping cobra.

It uncoiled from its position to look at him in curiosity. :You are not a Slytherin.: The snake considered him for a second, then added :Neither are you Draco.: That confused Harry for a moment, but he just shook his head at the snakes nonsense.

:Listen, please, I have to speak with Professor Snape and I know he's in there.: Harry stopped as a wave of pain hit him. He hissed in agony as the pain began to tear him apart. It lasted longer than normal, and when it passed, he sagged against the frame.

:Please let me in.: He begged, as the snake stared at him in concern.

:You should be in the Hospital Wing, young human, not the dungeons. They can help you better there than Severus can.: Harry shook his head. He was getting pissed at the poor snake, who was only trying to help him. He cast about for anything to say that would get the snake to open the door, and found it.

:He is my mate. I have been away for too long. I need him- now!: He managed to finish as the newest torture descended on his body. He was vaguely aware of the snake saying :You should have said that first, young Master,: but he didn't care because the frame was opening and he could see Snape pacing up and down with a grimace on his face, and he was inside, and the door was shutting, and the wave of pain faded for the moment.

The Professor looked at him in surprise and then anger even as other emotions flitted across his face too fast to see. "How did you get in?" Harry smiled weakly, leaning against the wall, and jerked his head towards the back of the portrait.

"Your door guard's a cobra. Friendly lady isn't she?" He started to laugh weakly at the look on Snape's face, but it lodged in his throat as a fresh agony enveloped his body. "Ah," he managed to say as he sank toward the floor, hands going limp and releasing their hold on his cloak and Map.

Snape gawked at the pain ravaged face of his least favorite student, and felt a thrill of lust sweep through him as his body reacted to the presence of the boy, only to be chased away by a surge of self- loathing as the man berated himself.

He is my student! Severus thought, turning away from the sight of Potter about to beg for him. But that thought elicited others, and the man shut his eyes to repress the lust. Potter made a gasping sound on the ground, and Snape's eyes flew open at the at the sight of his student.

Severus stared in puzzlement that began to turn to fear as Potter writhed on the floor in anguish. His pain was nowhere near as bad as the teen's, so why was the Gryffindor suffering so much? As Potter thrashed on the floor, Snape ran through his knowledge of the potion to find anything that would explain what was happening to the boy. Could it be…? But no. Surely the Potter brat wasn't a virgin?

But that was the only thing Snape could think of to explain his bizarre reaction.

Snape knelt next to the boy, mind spinning furiously as he searched for a way out of this, ignoring his body's incessant demands, momentarily forgetting the child's existence as he thought. He was not expecting Potter to reach out and grab his forearm in a steely grasp, or sit up and say, "I'm near you! Why isn't it stopping? Why is it getting worse?"

Potter fell back as another wave crashed over his body, letting go of Snape's arm.

Severus sat in tortured indecision as he watched the student before him, head back in a silent scream, tendons straining, muscles taut and quivering in pain. His body was shouting loudly that he should take what was offered, but should he shackle his life to this student of his- this son of his enemy- and be bound closer to a teenager than to the Dark Lord himself?

His subconscious whispered into his mind, You would be better treated with Potter than Dumbledore or Voldemort. He would protect you from both your Masters, his bloody Gryffindor instincts will not allow otherwise. You would be safe with him. Safe? Snape repressed a snort at that, but he could not deny that it was true. Once bound to him, Potter would have no choice but to keep Snape as safe as he possibly could. And safety was one thing Snape yearned for almost as much as he desired freedom.

And that was the catch- he would have to give up his freedom to bind himself to Potter. There would be no going back once it was done- and his dreams of a future where he obeyed no one would vanish into the wind. But to be safe… and no one would be safer than him, guarded by the Chosen One himself.

And his body was making its own wants disturbingly clear.

Severus closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering for a moment when he'd gone insane. Surely he would have noticed? How could he even contemplate this? But he forced those thoughts away and focused on the boy panting at his feet. Severus had made it seem as though he hated the boy, and for good reason. He never allowed himself to acknowledge the stirring in his body whenever he looked at the boy, ashamed that he felt that way for a student of his- even more for a child.

But now, with Potter at his feet writhing and begging for his touch, it was a dream come true for the Potions Master. And it was all perfectly legal- the potion Dumbledore force fed his seventh year students every year was sanctioned by every Wizengammot on the face of the world. Every law clearly stated that "Any and all pairs resulting from consumption of this potion are to be treated as a legally married couple, regardless of age, sex, or creed."

So why was Severus hesitating? He had desired this boy for years, and with the promise of all of Potter's power dedicated to protecting him... So he made his decision, and allowed his subconscious to seduce his common sense. He let the need for the boy inundate his body and as Potter relaxed once more on the floor at his feet he made his move.

Harry felt a strong arm slip around his shoulders and raise him up, even as another slid beneath his knees, and he gripped the older man's arm as the floor fell away and he was carried through his Professor's rooms as if he weighed no more than a feather. Harry's body flushed where it connected with the older man's heated skin, and all the longing he had repressed earlier came flooding back. He was placed on a couch in a seated position, and the strong body moved away. A growl rose in his throat, though he snuffed it out as soon as he realised what it was.

Snape knelt in front of the brunette on his couch, calming his eager body by taking off the teens shoes as the aborted growl came from the boy. "Shhh," he calmed, "Soon." Burning hands fumbled with the teen's shirt as he tried to get closer to this boy, his… mate. Severus pushed thoughts like that away, and focused on the task at hand.

"Just rip it." Harry gasped, gone past caring at the sight of Severus Snape, kneeling at his feet. Severus made an inarticulate sound in the back of his throat, eyes slicing up to Harry's, hands stilling on his chest But one look at the Gryffindor set his body on fire, and he did as the boy requested.

Snape's body tingled with the nearness of his student, and his eyes took in the smaller male, devouring the bare chest as he threw the shirt to the floor. When the boy in front of him was wearing only his pajama bottoms, Snape ran his hands up the outside of Potter's legs, over his waist, and up until he held the smaller male's chin in them. Emerald green eyes watched him from under heavy lids, and shell pink lips parted slightly as Severus drew near.

As he watched the brunette carefully for any sign of fear, Severus slowly pressed his lips to Potter's in a chaste kiss. For but a second, Potter sat unresponsive, and Severus had to remind himself that the boy was probably a virgin. Hesitantly soft lips moved and met his own. Harry let himself enjoy the feeling of another's lips so intimately connected to him, and as the kneeling man swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, they parted slightly and invited Severus to enter.

When his tongue entered the bliss-filled cavern that was Harry Potter's mouth Severus groaned and pressed further in. His tongue explored gently, and Harry's slowly but surely danced with him. Severus moved so that he was sitting on the couch next to Harry, and maneuvered their bodies so that Potter was pressed against the arm of the couch with Severus was facing him.

Harry marveled at the sensations a mere kiss could elicit. The man kissing him tasted like licorice and spice. Harry felt heavy, like his entire body was weighted down with lust for the man producing such intense sensations in his body. He moaned deep in his throat, lifting a hand to touch a shoulder, unconsciously dragging the older man forward.

Severus flowed with the gentle tug, and wrapped an arm around Harry's waist, pulling him closer steadily, not wanting to scare him away. He ran his other hand through the unruly black locks that graced his sight, and pressed Harry's mouth closer to his, getting lost in the exquisite taste of the other's mouth.

For a few moments, both forgot who they were, and why they had to do this. Severus pulled away reluctantly, and smirked slightly in satisfaction when he saw the dazed look on the younger man's face.

"Come." He said, and stood, pressing Potter against his chest as they walked towards the bedroom. Harry looked around with curious eyes and took in everything that they passed by.

The suite was decorated in dark greens and browns, accented with black and gold. Everything was easy on the eyes, and Harry remembered a distant conversation he's overheard Snape having with McGonagall; something about massive headaches. The way he'd decorated his rooms spoke of a man who needed a quiet place to think and relax.

Harry turned to Snape to comment on the color scheme when the raging pain came back. He gasped, and grabbed Severus for support. The older man pressed him close and waited patiently until the last of the tremors were gone, then opened a door to their left and led Harry inside.

"This is my bedroom." He said, watching Potter's face for any signs of repulsion, fear, or disgust at being in his greasy old teacher's bedroom. But nothing other than acute interest was displayed on Potter's face as he took in his surroundings.

The bedroom was small, decorated in the same shades as the rest of the rooms, and the only furnishings were a sizable bed in the center, a bed table with a small lamp, and a dresser. There was another door in the room, and through its half opened door Harry could see black robes hanging up neatly.

Hanging on all four walls were pictures of varying breeds of snakes, and Harry gazed in awe at the beautiful creatures before him. He turned to look at Snape, and was told "I collect them." Potter nodded, and turned back to the pictures.

Severus was shocked when Potter opened his mouth and hissed at his portraits. Some of the snakes hissed back, and then they all slithered out of sight. When Severus looked around, he saw that every snake had left it's frame.

Turning back to Potter, he asked "What did you say?"

The blush that spread across Potter's face was adorable, though Severus squelched that though even as it came to him, and he answered quietly, "Well, I asked them to leave. Because I don't want watchers the first time I-yeah. You know."

Severus let a small, though genuine smile, cross his lips, and when Harry glanced up, that was the only thing he saw.

Harry smiled back instinctively, and asked humbly, "Can I call you Severus?"

The older man was shocked by the question. They were standing in his bedroom, half naked, and the child wanted to know if he could call him by his given name?

He cut off his thoughts as he saw the look of insecurity flit over Harry's face, and said "Of course you can, Harry," he purred, "Call me anything you want." He hid his surprise at his own low, guttural purr and choice words. He growled silently. Damned submissive tendencies. He practically growled at the implications.

But he banished that train of thought immediately and quickly refocused on his partner. "Come here." He said, his voice suddenly husky as he snagged Harry's wrist and dragged him close. He brought the hand that had captured the wrist to his lips, and pressed a kiss to Harry's palm. Severus had to consciously monitor his words, not wanting his usual sarcastic nature to alienate the teen.

"I know you're the dominant in our relationship, but if you want me to lead, just tell me." Submissive tendencies be damned, he briefly wondered if Harry could sense his eagerness and sought to reign in his emotions for the boy's sake.

Severus' deep voice sent shivers down Harry's back even as the teen blushed at the words. He pressed closer to Severus as he replied "It's my first time. Teach me."

Severus met Harry half way as their bodies collided. He pulled the younger body flush against him, fitting him perfectly, the smaller body straining to get closer. It was a rough kiss- all finesse had been left at the door- and needy. The boy leaned into the kiss without thinking; his tongue greeting and mimicking his Professor's invasion. Their tongues battled for dominance in a struggle as old as time, and Severus slipped his hands through Harry's hair, using both to press the brunette closer still. He felt rough hands grip his waist and stroke his sides in a greedy demand for more.

Severus obliged, and walked forward until Harry's back hit the wall. Bending slightly, he trailed kisses down the other's chest extracting short, ragged gasps of want from the overcome underage wizard. Wickedly, Severus pinned him to the wall with one hand on his shoulder and the other slowly moving across Harry's body. Without warning, Severus's tongue flicked out to Harry's nipple. Harry gasped at the sudden change in temperature and grabbed at the wall for support. With devilish slowness, the Potions Master licked the puckered nub gently causing groans of desire to escape Harry's almost overcome mouth.

"Fuck, Snape." Harry gasped. Severus frowned at the use of his last name. Withdrawing his tongue, he paused for a moment before biting the moist tip hard. Seconds later, his hot mouth closed over it. Abandoning the wall's support, Harry wrapped his arm around the other's shoulders and began working his fingers down his professor's shirt, mimicking the latter's previous actions.

His hands slid out of unruly hair and grabbed Harry's hips, nudging his legs apart with the pressure of his knee. Without even bothering to undo the moaning boy's pants, he pressed his palm against the telltale bulge and rubbed with excruciating slowness. Harry shuddered as his mind went blissfully blank. Unbidden, he wound his fingers through the soft black locks and pulled the wild, sinful mouth of his professor up to meet his own in a brief, rough kiss.

Severus shifted one hand to cup Harry's ass, pressing his groin closer to Severus' thigh, urging him to move against the leg. Harry moved in a jerky motion at first before settling into a rhythm that rocked his thigh against Severus erection and his erection against Severus' thigh. They broke the kiss, and Harry's eyes glazed as he neared his first non- solitary orgasm.

Severus halted Harry's motion shortly, smiling tightly at the low and growled protests Harry was making, and scooped Harry up into his arms and carried him over to the bed. Harry, besides grabbing onto the older man, watched the muscles moving in his Severus' body while he was being carried. Severus sat Harry down on the edge of the bed, caging him in with arms on either side, and bent to capture bruised lips.

Harry willingly gave way, and moaned when Severus pulled away. He decided not to say anything, however, when he saw Severus drop gracefully to his knees in front of him and put his fingers in the waistband of his pajamas, teasingly brushing the skin, and started working his pajamas off.

Severus licked his lips as the head of Harry's cock came into view, then glanced up and said, "Relax." He pulled the rest of the pants off Harry in one tug and settled himself between Harry's naked legs.

Harry started when he felt Severus' warm breath ghosted past the head of his dick. He watched with hooded eyes as Severus lowered his head slowly and slid the crown into the moist, hot cavern of his mouth. Harry's eyes slid shut as he concentrated on the feeling of a mouth on that most sensitive part of him.

:Sev'rus!: he gasp-hissed, and arched up when Severus left the knob go to drag his tongue roughly down to the base of his cock, then slid up to suck the head back in. He dragged his tongue over the slit, and felt the legs surrounding him tighten, and a hand was suddenly in his hair, urging him to move, but Severus resisted.

Severus wrapped one hand around the base of Harry's cock, and raised himself on his knees to a higher position, taking the head in slowly, flicking his tongue everywhere, making Harry's responsive body tremble and his hips jerk reflexively. He took in more of the hardness, and started pumping the base of his cock with short, tight strokes, heightening the pleasure for his mate.

Harry flexed the hand buried in Severus' head, and held on tighter as Severus seemed to lose all control and sucked his dick in as far as it could go, his head bobbing up and down, sucking hard on Harry, enjoying the taste of the boy, pumping his dick with one hand, twisting and corkscrewing and squeezing while he dedicated his mouth to sucking on the head, and his tongue to pressing and flicking the sensitive spot under the knob. Harry came with a choked- off cry when his cock touched the back of Severus' throat.

Severus drank it all down, relishing the taste of the younger man, making sure that every last drop was sucked up and savored. He stood and slithered up to lay on the bed next to Harry, still licking his lips. Harry was breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed expression, and Severus draped an arm across his chest and moved so that he was looking down at the sated brunette.

"Did you like that?" he purred, not caring that he sounded far too satisfied with himself.

"Wow." Was all Harry said, transferring his gaze from the ceiling to onyx eyes. "Just- that.. wow." Harry couldn't articulate the things he wanted to say, so he closed his lids as he rested with Severus' body pressed against him comfortably.

"Do not fall asleep on me now, Harry. We are not done yet." Severus' voice, silky and deep, laden with promise, woke Harry up alright. He leant down to press a quick kiss to slightly parted lips, and rolled off the smaller man. He crawled to the head of the bed, and beckoned for Harry to come to him. The brunette came willingly, desperate to know what he would learn next.

When they were settled on the pillows, Severus spoke. "That was just the beginning, Harry. To settle this bond, we have to finish it." He looked down at the trusting emerald eyes, and sighed.

"Would you rather we do it tonight, or would you rather wait till later?" Harry looked astounded that his opinion was being asked on the matter, but shrugged and turned to Severus.

"Tonight," he said, eyes watching Severus' for his reaction, "I think it would be better to do it all at once…" he trailed off, waiting for his partner's response.

"If that is what you want… come to me." Severus pulled Harry to him until the smaller man was straddling Severus, then said, "Kiss me." Harry bent forward willingly, intent on learning how to please his Severus. His mouth was ready for him, and Harry wasted no time in pleasantries, but plundered the willing mouth with pleasure.

He pulled back, though, and when Severus opened his eyes to see what was wrong, Harry said, "Your mouth tastes different."

Severus' lips quirked up in a slight smile, and Harry forgot to breathe for a moment. "That's your semen you're tasting. If you don't like it, don't worry. It will fade." Harry nodded, and went back to the eager lips.

It wasn't long before Harry pulled away, wanting to explore the body that had figured in his dreams for so long. His shoulders were well defined, probably from stirring so many cauldrons over the years. He feathered his hands down the strong arms, marveling that such leans limbs had enough power to lift him, and let his hands drift towards Severus' chest, stroking the hard muscles, watching as they quivered under his touch. He slid his fingers through the light sprinkling of hair, luxuriating in the dark softness of the fuzz.

But the thing that fascinated Harry most about the other man was his paleness. His skin practically glowed in the dim light, and Harry's hands shone warm and golden against Severus' chest. The snowy skin stretched from his neck to his chest to his waist, and continued under the edge of his pants, and Harry gazed at its path hungrily as he followed the contours of Severus' body.

His eyes caught on the ugly black mark staining Severus' arm- the thing he had not seen until now, and he went motionless, gazing at the Mark of the man he was supposed to kill. The senseless state he had been in disappeared, leaving only the cold realization of what was happening. Harry felt Severus freeze underneath him as the older man saw what Harry was looking at and braced for the inevitable rejection. But even as Harry stared at the Mark, a beast inside of his snarled, refusing to let Harry even consider letting Snape go, now that he had the man where he had wanted him for so long.

Harry sighed as he brought one hand away from Severus' waist to touch the ugly smear. From the corner of his eye, Harry saw Severus close his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillows, and silently understood that Severus was waiting for him to get up and leave, to denounce Severus as his mate. But Harry couldn't do that, not now, not when Severus had so readily agreed to let the orphan into his life.

Harry caressed the Mark, finding a pleasure he'd never thought existed from seeing his mate shiver from the sensation. The Mark of his greatest enemy adorned the otherwise unblemished skin of his other half, and with that realization a new determination arose.

He would see Voldemort defeated; if only so Severus would never have to bow before that snake-faced creature ever again. Harry leaned down until he was 'face-to-face', as it were, with the snake on the Mark, and hissed :This man is mine. I will kill your master if he fucks with him.:

Harry; with the speed of a snake himself; turned away from the Mark and back to Severus, slipping a hand under the older man's hair as he brought their mouths together hard enough to leave bruises. He kissed his mate with a passion he had never felt before, and let the feelings rush back into his body as he made a silent pact with the man beneath him, swearing to free his mate.

As the kiss became less forceful and more passionate, Harry slipped his hands down Severus' chest, teasing his nipples until they were hardened peaks begging to be touched, delighting in the faint sounds he could produce from his feared Potions Master. He stopped tormenting Severus' lips, and traced his jaw line with butterfly kisses, discovering a path to his collar bone, nipping lightly at his neck, pressing kisses everywhere.

He moved lower, trailing kisses from collarbone to shoulder, from shoulder to wrist. Harry licked a path back up Severus chest, and took a nipple into his mouth, the hard peak pressing against his tongue as he teased the man under him. Releasing the nipple, he sat back and blew lightly on it, adoring the way Severus shuddered at the sensation and buried a hand in his hair. He turned his attention to the other one, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it only to suck it back in again and nip at it. Severus arched up off the bed, and dragged Harry away from his chest and up to crush his mouth against his own.

Harry gasped as he felt Severus' tongue invade his mouth, and the world spun as he was flipped around, Severus' weight landing on him solidly. They battled for dominance, and Severus won, pinning Harry to the bed, trapping his legs with his hips. He slid down the smaller body, until he was sitting on his heels, straddling Harry. He slid off of the end of the bed, and stood, watching as Harry lifted himself up on his elbows to see what Severus was doing.

Severus hooked his thumbs through the waist- band of his trousers, and slowly started pulling them down. He chuckled softly as Harry's eyes followed his movement, and stilled as the pants glided past his hips and set his cock free.

Harry's eyes widened at what he saw, filling in the gaps in his imagination. He swallowed thickly as Severus' large member came into sight. He glanced up into his mate's eyes, and saw thinly veiled need behind the jet black orbs. Stepping out of his pants, Severus crawled his way up the bed until he was aligned with Harry. Emerald eyes never left his as he lowered his hips down, and they both gasped as their cocks brushed together.

Severus reached a hand down between their bodies as he grasped Harry and started to pump him gently, lowering his face as he did so to cage Harry's lips beneath his. Their bodies writhed together with the force of the pleasure cascading through them, and it wasn't long before Severus lifted his head and caught Harry's gaze, and asked hoarsely "Are you ready?"

A brief pause, then a swallow as Harry nodded. "Yes." Severus reached for his wand and cast a few spells. Harry watched Severus' face as the man concentrated on him, his heart thumping nervously as his Professor reached a hand down to his arse. Harry closed his eyes when Severus' hand caressed him, his breath catching at the gentleness of the action. Severus' large hand stroked the globes of his arse, his long fingers probing and searching, and Harry's body flushed painfully as his lover found what he was looking for.

Harry's back arched as a cold finger slowly entered his body in a place he had never thought about before. Slowly moving in and out, Severus went a little deeper every time, until the one finger was buried deep inside. He pulled out his finger, and when he pushed it back in, added another. Harry felt the new finger push into him and moaned, at a loss for words. But Severus kept his motions slow and steady, and Harry gradually relaxed into the slightly odd feeling.

Severus bit his lip as Harry rode his fingers, eyes drinking in the sight of the teen laid out before him. He drove his fingers even deeper into the Gryffindor, searching for that one place that would give Harry pleasure like he'd never felt it before… and yes. There it was.

Harry clenched his teeth around the sounds he was making, his hips rocking into Severus', and gripped his lover's neck tighter. But then Severus' touched something inside of him, something that made his body shake and quiver. His hips ground into the Severus, instinctively searching for more and more of that sensation. Almost intuitively, Severus stroked that spot softly, marking each caress with a small movement deeper.

Severus gingerly added a third finger, and treasured the gasp from beneath him as he worked the boy's body in a way it had never been touched.

Harry thrust against the fingers inside him, feeling the start of his second orgasm begin, and moaned in dismay when the digits were pulled out, but hissed as a much larger part of Severus pressed into his entrance. He bit his lip as his mate's organ slowly impaled him, stretching him and filling him to the brim with a strange feeling of pressure, almost pain, but not quite. Harry looked up at Severus, and watched the older man in fascination as he settled into place. His eyes were shut, and he had nearly bitten a hole in his lip to keep from slamming into Harry's body.

Severus thrust into Harry in short, fast bursts, trying to get all of himself into the teen. Once he was sheathed to his balls inside Harry, he opened his eyes and pulled back before plunging back into the tight hole. Harry gasped, and Severus froze, examining Harry's face for any sign of pain, but Harry reached down to grab Severus' hips as he said, "Oh fuck no, don't stop." He lifted his ass and groaned as Severus slid even deeper into him.

He started pumping in and out of Harry in long, slow strokes, driving the pleasure to a new height, prolonging the act for Harry. Long, lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and a voice hissed "Fassster." Severus' lips curved up in a slight smile as he obeyed. He slammed into Harry, feeding his own pleasure with the gasps he was wringing from the willing body beneath him, all finesse gone as he strove to bring them to completion, not caring that his skin was being ripped as Harry's nails dug in to hold on.

He pounded into the younger body, and slammed into the prostate, and Harry cried out in ecstasy as bliss tore through his body, filling him up and bringing him closer to the edge. Severus aimed for that spot and hit it again and again and again, driving Harry mad as the sensations that flooded his body escalated and heightened his pleasure.

There was no smile on Severus' face now as he felt his orgasm coming and started to thrust harder into the boy, as fast as he could, reaching down to grab Harry's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. With a strangled cry, Harry came hard, seeing stars as his head flew back and pressed against the pillows. He felt Severus stiffen and shudder as the older man's climax hit him and he came, spurting into Harry as he bit off his name.

Severus sank down and rested his body against Harry as they concentrated on breathing. After a moment, Severus rolled off and sprawled next to Harry on the bed, content.

"Is sex like that all the time?" Harry asked, dazed.

"Yes," was his answer, and the Gryffindor sighed.

"I am so doing that again." He rolled over to face Severus, gazing at the satisfied man, and moved close to snuggle against his side. "Thank you," he whispered, and closed his eyes as the events of the day caught up to him.

Harry was well asleep before Severus surprised himself by pressing a gentle kiss to the young man's hair. "You're welcome." He cast a cleansing spell over them, and settled down to sleep, the emerald- eyed man cradled in his arms, and wondered what would happen now. He was asleep before he could think further on it.

Edited 01 April 2010