Chapter Six – Special Awards for Services to the School

As Snape came closer to him, he wasn't able to look away. He just stared shocked and his manhood throbbed with arousal. Long black hair, like silk, covered Snape's bare shoulders and the moonlight glinted on his alabaster skin, as he walked confidently, perfectly aware of how stunning his display was. His chest seemed almost hairless, but it was well-toned with muscles; lean but not skinny. Harry could count his ribs if he wanted to but his gaze wandered further, drawn by the treasure trail that started over the man's belly button. The line of black hair went over the slightly curving belly and continued even down below. With a soft moan, Harry let his gaze fell on the half hard cock that nestled in a mop of curly hair. Then came firm thighs that tensed visibly as the man moved closer, knobbly knees, hairy legs. Harry's glance shifted over the other man once more then settled on his face. His ink black eyes burnt with intense fire.

A fire, which would consume Harry, if he let it.

He looked away, his gaze falling to the dark, stone floor. He took off his cloak and reached it out towards Snape.

"Cover yourself." He said quietly.

Severus didn't reach for the piece of clothing. He stood still for a second about two feet from Harry as he asked, "Why?" Then he started circling around the other man like an animal around its prey. The young professor, meanwhile, kept his gaze on the ground.

"Why are you doing this? You just admitted that you want this, did you not? Was that a lie? If not, why not take this when it's offered?"

"Because this is not just a this, is it? We are talking about you."

"Of course, we are talking about me."

"You're not yourself." Harry stated.

"I am more myself right now than in the last years." Severus said from somewhere to Harry's left, slipping from one shadow to the other. "Was it a lie?"

Harry inhaled sharply. He reminded himself that Snape would remember this the next morning; he would remember everything Harry had told him. Then it occurred to him, that after today, his confession wouldn't really matter that much.

"I didn't, Snape. You are all I ever wanted, you snarky bastard and I hate you for what you are doing now."

"What am I doing?" Snape whispered from right behind him. Harry snapped his head back. He could see the man's face and sense Snape's energy even though the other's body did not touch his.

"Offering, but not offering the same time." Harry said frustrated that he sounded this confused.

"How can someone offer themselves and yet not offer themselves at the same time?"

"Being under the effects of some potion makes everything you do doubtful, Snape. How can I know what you do is real and not just the potion. What if I go with this, if I go with you and tomorrow you tell me to forget it? What then, Snape?"

"You used to fight for what you wanted." Snape accused him in a low voice. "You don't fight now, either because you're too weak or because you do not want me as much as you think. Which is it, Potter?"

Harry twisted around and faced Severus. "I'm not weak and I do want this, Snape." Harry snarled looking up into the black eyes.

Snape regarded him, his glance roaming on Harry's face.

"There used to be a passion in you, a fire that consumed everything it touched. But it burnt out when you started teaching here. I seem to see sparks of it when you fight me, but it is rarer now than when you had started."

Harry growled, his face twisting into an angry sneer. He knew exactly what fire Snape talked about. And it wasn't gone, just suppressed, up until now at least.

"You want fire? You want passion?" Harry asked fuming. With his hand on Snape's chest he pushed him back until the man's back collided with cold glass.

Severus shivered and watched him with his endless black eyes open widely, and thin lips curving slightly.

"Then promise me you'll give us a chance. Tomorrow morning, when you wake up next to me and the consequences will matter again, promise me you won't run like a coward."

Fingers curled into his clothes and Severus tugged him closer. "How many times do you need me to tell you that this is what I want and the potion only makes me act on it?"

"Keep saying it and I might believe it before the day is over." Harry grunted lips against Snape's.

arrHarry

"Why is it so hard to believe I want you, you infuriating, gorgeous brat?" Severus groaned back. "What proof do you need? Is my word not enough?" He grasped Harry's hand and with a swift motion he dragged it to his bare, aching cock. "Is this not enough?"

Harry closed his fingers around the hard erection and started stroking it with slow but firm touch. Snape breathed against his lips open mouthed, pressing his forehead to Harry's, grasping into robes as if he would be about to collapse. Maybe he actually was.

"If you leave me tomorrow..." Harry snarled eyes firmly closed, his thumb brushing over the soft, wet tip.

"Never, Harry. Even in the darkest times, I have been there with you. I would never leave you." Severus whispered softly and that was enough for Harry. He shoved away the rest of his worries and instead kissed Severus hard, making himself forget about them altogether.

Tongues slid against each other in the wet heat, hands caressed soft skin and when the kiss became too much and they needed some air, they broke apart, panting and needy.

"Shit, Snape, I'm dying to have this inside me." Harry whimpered, keeping his strokes on the erection steady.

"I'd fuck you against this glass in no time, if you let me, Harry. I'd almost done it on that blasted beast."

Harry tore at his own clothes then pulled his shirt over his head too impatient to deal with buttons. Snape meanwhile unzipped him and pushed his pants off him until Harry too stood there stark naked and keening, with a hard cock in his hands. Watching Severus, he stroked himself, then turned around and leaned against the glass. He saw how the glass became foggy under his palms and wondered for a second what kind of marks would Filch clean from these glasses tomorrow. He smirked when looking through the glass he realized he was standing in front of the very award he and Ron had gotten for saving the school in their second year.

"Hell yeah, special awards." Harry mumbled while waiting for Severus to push inside him and fuck him right there.

Sliding a finger over his hole, Severus moved closer, pressing his hot body to Harry. "Are you sure you want it here?"

Harry laughed, pushing back as Severus slid a wet finger inside. "Here, in my room, on the way there. Everywhere. You're mine for the time being." He chuckled again wiggling his arse.

Severus kissed him again sweetly, his lips moved on his slowly. So did his left hand that curled around his cock and stroked him, distracting him from the pain in his arse. It must have worked because Harry did not feel even the slightest discomfort even when Severus pushed one more finger in his bottom. He started moving them in and out, making Harry pant.

"Absolutely yours. We deserve each other. I have more awards for saving your arse than I care to count and all this time I wanted nothing else than this."

"Fucking me with your fingers?" Harry grinned, looking back. "I must say I had other ambitions."

Severus leaned there to kiss Harry again. Their lips battled, tongues sliding against teeth and gums, both of them sucking on flesh they could reach. When they finally needed to breath and they broke away, their eyes connected and Severus said softly, "There's my fire."

Harry smiled back. "Yeah, having your cock pressed to me does that. Speaking of which, do you intend to use it or should I turn around and show you how it's done?"

Severus chuckled softly and removed his fingers. Harry felt the tip of the hard erection press between his arse cheeks. "And there's my passion." Severus commented, as he slid slowly against Harry's cleft. Then he added grunting, "Maybe later, if possible."

"Absolutely fucking possible." Harry moaned, reaching behind and grasping Severus hair to pull him into another searing kiss. Severus grabbed his buttocks and pulled them apart, positioning himself. Teeth tearing at soft lips, barely able to contain his pleasure he pressed inside the tight heat. Harry grasped loudly below him, panting open mouthed against Severus' lips.

Harry's palms were pressed against the glass the rest of his body was however pushing back in order to drew Severus inside him as deep as possible.

"Oh fuck... I still can't bloody believe this is real..." Harry grunted, pressing his face to the cold glass while Severus moved slowly in and out of him, letting him get used to his hardness.

"No worries, Professor Potter. I assure you, some repetition will ensure that this is indeed the reality." Severus groaned. He kissed Harry's nape affectionately trying to hold on for a little longer. But being inside Potter seemed a tad bit too much at the moment. Steadying himself with one palm on the glass and the other on Harry's hip, he sped up slightly.

Harry moaned loudly. "We'll talk about that tomorrow. Now shut up and fuck me hard."

Severus grinned against his skin and bit down on it as he started plunging into Harry with more forceful thrusts. Harry groaned fervently, every shove causing a burst of pleasure in the pit of stomach, while his cock ached with need. The wet tip brushed against the cold surface, smearing precome on the clean glass.

Harry could help the deep moans that escaped his lips. After some time, he didn't even want to prevent them.

"Oh fuck yeah. Ha-ahh harder please. Harder."

"Fucking hell, if I do it any harder we break the damn glass." Severus grunted biting the shell of Harry's ear but applied a tad more force in his movements.

Every bite made Harry's hips jerk back but he couldn't stop with the continuous pleading. "Ah yes, Severus… Please…faster…"

Urging, Harry clenched around Severus' cock and something snapped in the older professor. His next thrusts were wild enough to send Harry clawing at the glass, while his whole body was pressed against the surface.

"Gods Severus, fuck me harder. Please... Oh gods yeah... Fuck me..."

"I expect you to... ahh fuck... return this favour before... ugh... the sun comes up. Just so you know." Severus whispered into Harry's ear between forceful shoves of his hips, his tongue lapping against sensitive skin.

Harry pushed back rhythmically, grunting wildly. The idea that he was just asked to fuck Severus Snape was almost overwhelming. Then Severus smirked against his neck, kissed it lovingly, and grasped five firmly stroking fingers around Harry's cock and he was forced to concentrate on the present. Not that he had a problem with that.

"Mmm… yeah…fuck Severus, that's so g-aaahh good…" The erection inside him slid hard against his prostate and he came all but shouting Severus' name, clenching around the hard manhood, his back arching. Severus came with a wild grunt too, swearing as he grasp into Harry's hips to keep him up.

After some time, still pressed to the glass, Harry stirred slightly.

"Not that I don't enjoy this, but we should go somewhere... a bit more private." He suggested.

Severus took a deep breath, pulling out carefully from Harry, who turned around in response and looked over the naked man from top to bottom and back, appreciating every inch. Severus was flush, sweaty and slightly shaking and Harry knew he could be hard again within minutes probably. He cast a cleaning spell on both of them, and then reached down for his pants. Zipping it up, he looked at Snape who still stood motionless in the middle of the corridor.

The infuriating smirk was at place once more and Harry leaned in to swipe it away with a kiss. He was pulled closer and embraced right away.

"My rooms are close." Harry mumbled urging between sweet kisses.

Severus snatched his wand from his hand and pointed it at the abandoned cloak, transforming it into a pair of briefs. Harry smiled smugly.

"No way." He said, shaking his head, taking back the wand and the underwear as well. "That three feet is very far from 'walking among the walls of Hogwarts' so off you go. Let me adore that naked glory." Harry pointed towards the entry to their right.

Snape raised an eyebrow, but seemed amused for a second as he turned around and started walking.

Harry went right behind him, keeping both his eyes strictly on that naked glory.

It took Snape two right turns to get hard again. It took Harry one left to notice that. They didn't make it to the end of that corridor, before Harry was kneeling on the hard ground and had his mouth around Snape's cock.

His green eyes gleaming, he watched Severus Snape as he licked his lips in pleasure every time Harry swept his tongue over the tip of his cock. Harry decided no one could deny that fire, which burnt in those black eyes.

He wasn't so afraid of the next morning anymore.

TBC