Collapsing onto his bed, Harry felt the sting of the marks his Professor had left upon him. Harry was conflicted. He knew he deserved the punishment, and he knew that even-though it was a public mistake, it couldn't be punished publicly. But having the Professor punish him in the way that he did, only made him crave his presence more. He wanted nothing more that to be needed by the man that had tortured him for so long.
The Professor that he now could only think of as his, knelt at the feet of the man that murdered his parents, that took his life from him and punished him for any reason he could find, sometimes that reason being something that wasn't even his fault. All up until that night. That night was burnt into his very soul. He had never seen the man in that light before. He knew who he was, but he never had felt him in his power like that. Taking house points, giving detention, that was petty and couldn't even be compared to the way he felt now.
The hatred turned to trust, to longing, to lust, and to desire. All of which was driving Harry mad. It felt like a tornado was wagining war within him and the only way to calm the storm was to be under the control of the one man he shouldn't trust.
Shutting the curtains to his bed in frustration, Harry forced himself to go to sleep. He was not looking forward to transfiguration in the morning.
Professor Snape was sitting alone in his personal office. The one thing he could not control within himself was the need he had for the boy. He had never wanted someone so much in his life, and if he had, he had simply gotten rid of them. He was dancing with the devil, literally. If either side, or as he referred to them, either of his Masters were to find out what he had been doing with the precious Mr. Potter he would be done for. No questions asked. Harry hadn't spoken a word of their encounters and this punishment was his second test. If he passes this test, Snape told himself, it will be safe enough to continue. He had a backup plan in place, if anything did come into the light, but he wouldn't admit to himself that he truly did not want to have to use that backup plan.
Lifting his glass to his mouth, the smell of firewhiskey burnt his nose, and even more so his throat as he finished the glass in one gulp. He was trying to keep his mind off of the boy, mainly his desire for the boy, but that was becoming very hard. Pouring himself another glass of firewhiskey, he relented. His mind drifted to the things he had in store for the boy if he passed this test. If and only if, he kept reminding himself, but he knew the boy would pass. He had never felt such determination in that boy before. And he didn't know what to make of it.
Sipping his glass once more, he released his robes, the tight buttons were beginning to become annoying after such a long day. Punishing the boy was something that had to be done, but he felt right in the way he handled the situation. He did not need to comfort the boy as he would have if it were something other than a punishment. The boy was beginning to depend upon him too much even without much contact and he had to make that stop. That is something that could become obvious and ruin everything.
Images of the boy suspended above his bed, his whimpering form shaking at his touch floated to the front of his mind. The boy bent over his desk...his hand firmly wrapped around the boy's cock and feeling his orgasm rip through him. "fuck" he muttered to himself as he ran his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. Finishing his glass of firewhiskey he stroked himself through his pants. His breath coming is shallow exhales. Waiting for this moment since he had punished Harry that afternoon it was a great relief. he needed more contact, unbuttoning his trousers he relaxed in his chair, legs spread as he began stroking his cock. Leaning his head back, he let out a soft moan, as he began gripping his cock harder and quickening his pace. He needed this, visions of the boy were the only thing in his mind as he continued. Vanishing his shirt, he used his wand to make three small cuts across his abdomen. Watching the blood drip down his chest made his cock twitch as he got closer. Running his fingertips through the crimson lines, he enjoyed the feel of his blood on his skin. Trailing the blood across his chest he felt satisfaction. Tightening his grip on his cock, and sliding his nails across the cuts upon his chest he came with a sharp exhale.