"Did you send out all the invitations this morning pet?" Severus asked Harry with out looking up from the task at hand. His tall frame bent over his desk, his left hand slowly and methodically, marking the sixth year's essays.
"yehshuawhvenuimoreeg." Harry responded from crawl space beneath his desk.
"I know that you were raised by rather barbaric Muggles, but one would hope that they taught you to never talk with your mouth full." He responded with a smirk.
~*~Albus sat, his sharp blue eyes focused on the two-tone board in front of him. The small while marble men directly in front of him mumbled irritably to themselves as the lost another of their army to the opposing force. Charlie looked up at his former Headmaster and smiled. His freckled face standing out in contrast against the bright white of his teeth.
"It's your move," His voice vibrating with barley controlled mirth. "You know Sir, I always imagined that you would be a great chess player."
"Everyone assumes that about me Mr. Weasley. I must say it is quite refreshing to be horrible at something." A smile played on the older mans face as he contemplated his next move.
Across the room Professor Trelawney sat in a chair that had seen far better days sipping tea from one of her precious pink cups. Her eyes sharp as she tried to discern the secrets of the future from the dancing of the flames that filled the staff room's fireplace. Just as her mind was starting to decipher the secrets of the universe Professor McGonagall hustled into the room, a slightly irritated Hedwig following close behind her.
"Hello Sybil. Pardon me gentlemen, but this owl has deliveries for the two of you. I tried to take them but she almost pecked my face, so I brought her to you. Please relieve her so that she can go back to Mr. Potter where she belongs." The head of Gryffindor glared at the white owl. With a slightly irritated hoot in the old woman's general direction Hedwig landed on the table between the two men. Opening her beak she let the letters fall onto the chessboard before opening her wings and flying into the air.
"What's this?" Charlie asked as he picked up the white envelope that said his name. Turning it over in his hand he saw the red wax and stylized P that indicated that the letter was from Harry. The corner of his mouth tilted up in the barest hint of a smile as the tip of his finger caressed the seal. Two seconds after touching the seal he yelped and let go of the thick cream-colored parchment in his hand. Instead of falling to the ground the parchment rose into the air and started speaking in soft feminine voice.
"You, Charlie Weasley, are here by invited to join Harry James Potter for a house warming supper on the 28th of this month at five O'clock. If you are able to come please let Mr. Potter know by owl no later then the 25th. Apparition and floo coordinates are contained within."
Charlie smiled to himself as the letter landed back in his hand. Harry had invited him to his house warming. He hadn't seen very much of the younger man after the talk they had had in his cabin. He knew it was because of his desires to have his pet back. There was just something about Harry that called to him. Knowing that he was still in the staff room he refused to let himself get distracted with thoughts of his former lover. With a glance at Albus and Minerva he fished a quill out the supply cupboard so that he could send his confirmation that he would be in attendance. Hopefully he would be able to have some time alone with his host. If that turned out to be impossible then maybe he would be able to figure out who owned the white tee shirt that Harry had worn to his first breakfast home.
~*~Severus stood propped against the doorframe, silently watching his boy dance around the kitchen. The smoky ponce that was indicative to Morrissey poured out of the radio on the counter near the skin. Harry's denim clad hips moved in perfect time with the deceptively upbeat song.
"On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down. Provincial towns you jog 'round."
The older man was hard pressed not to laugh out loud when he heard the dancing green-eyed man chanting along with the music. The whisk in his hand whipped in time with the words that fell from his lips, acting as the punctuation to his shouted commands.
"Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ!"
Severus's mind blurred their surroundings and he found himself imagining that he and Harry were in a small club, one that he liked to frequent in his youth, after the Dark Lord fell for the first time. He could just see his pet dancing to the same song that was playing in the kitchen, amongst the outcasts of Manchester. He could just see Harry's expressive green eyes outlined in kohl, shirtless and surrounded by sweaty bodies.
As the song faded his mind slipped back to the scene before him. Moving soundlessly he crossed the kitchen undetected. With a slow grace he slipped his arm around his preys waist, his lips falling softly along Harry's exposed neck. He let his nose caress the shell of the other mans ear as he spoke.
"I doubt that the DJ would like that very much Pet. Though he might be persuaded to go along with your command if you danced for him."
A blush crept up Harry's neck as he felt his Masters fingers tweaking his nipples through the white cotton shirt he was wearing. His heart had jumped into his throat when he first felt the arm slip around him. Half a second later, when his mind caught up with what was going on around him, he was able to lean into the touch, knowing it was Severus and that he was in no danger from the man.
"I didn't think you would want me to dance for anyone but you Sir." He purred as the older man ran his tongue along his earlobe before capturing it between his teeth. The surprise that he felt at his Master's answer sent chills along his spine and a rush of blood to his already hard cock.
"I don't know about that. I might enjoy watching you entice another man for me. I imagine you wouldn't have to work altogether that hard. You are a rather fetching young thing. I think that you could attract any man I wanted to our bed. Would you like to do that Harry? Would you like to use your lovely little body to seduce a man into our bed for our pleasure? I bet you would. I can see you now, dancing for him. Letting him see what a good boy you are, showing off your body and begging him to join me in fucking you for a night." Severus unzipped Harry's trousers as he spoke, his fingers stroking lightly over the thick erection the younger man was sporting. "Do you want me to let another man use you? Would you enjoy it if I shared my toy with someone else?"
Harry was having a hard time not thrusting himself into the hand that was fondling and teasing him. He knew that he was being played with, but the very idea of what his Master was proposing made his heart race. To be shared? What would that feel like? What would it be like to have two men playing with him, abusing him…fucking him? He knew that he wanted Severus more then he had ever desired another man before, including Charlie Weasley. He knew that he would do anything to make the other man's sexual desires come true. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to voice everything he was thinking and feeling.
"Ye..yes Sir. I would like that. I would love to have you share me. To be a good pet and show how well you have me trained. I would love to be a naughty for you and entice men to our bed so that you could play with them."
"So that we can play with them love, both of us. I want to see you spread open for another man while you suck my cock. I can feel how much you like that you little slut. It turns you on to think of your lips around me while another man fucks you doesn't it." He let his hand stroke Harry faster knowing that his pet was about to explode. "I'm going to let him fuck you hard you little whore. He'll fuck you until you can't move. Fuck you, cum inside you and the slap your ass before he leaves you. I know you want to cum for me. Let it happen love. Let it out. I want you to cum in my hand before your guest arrive tonight."
Harry's eyes closed tight as he exploded over Severus's hand. His balls felt as though every drop of cum in side of them was being squeezed out. He loved times like this, when Severus used his voice to make him reach completion. It was almost as good as when he was being fucked by the older mans cock.
~*~Charlie knew that he looked good as he stood on the porch of 7 Church Road. Taking a deep breath he raised his hand and knocked. He could hear the sound of more then one voice coming towards him and was pleasantly surprised when his mother and Hermione Granger opened the door.
"Charlie! Come on in. Harry is warming the kettle for tea. Put your jacket there on the hook, that's it dear. We are all in the sitting room, it's just through here…" His mothers voice faded as he looked around the neat "cottage" that Harry called home. It was bright and cheerful in a very masculine way without being overtly so. He recognized his mothers' personal touches here and there as well as some the nicer knickknacks from Grimmauld Place. On the walls he saw pictures of Harry Ron and Hermione doing different things, one was clearly taken in their first year, while another showed the three of them getting tattooed together.
He was just about to turn the corner into the sitting room when Harry walked out of the kitchen holding a tea serves.
"Hello Charlie. I am really glad you could make it! Would you mind helping me here? I think the cups are trying to make an escape." Green eyes twinkled up at him as the cups swayed back and forth.
"No problem love." He said in a soft voice before pick up the stack and following the younger man in the sitting room.
Charlie looked around at everyone that was there. Albus and Minerva sat near one another on one sofa while Hermione and his mother chatted on another. Ron added a log to the fire while their father stood near the window talking to none other then Severus Snape. Handing the cups to Harry he raised one red eyebrow. "I had no idea that you and Severus so friendly Harry."
Harry smiled at him while pouring tea, "He grows on you."
~*~The supper was going well, everyone seemed to be enjoying their food and the conversation was pleasant. It wasn't until dessert was on the table that Molly asked Harry the question she had been dying to ask all night.
"Harry, Ron tells me that you are seeing someone. How is that going?"
Harry swallowed the bite of cranachan he had just spooned into his mouth. "It's going well actually. He is a really nice bloke."
"Is that so? I have to say, I am very happy for you dear. It's nice to know that you are with some that makes you happy. He does make you happy, doesn't he?"
Harry blushed slightly at her question, "Yes. He makes me very happy. I really enjoy spending time with him."
"Do you think that it might turn serious son?" Arthur asked with genuine interest.
Harry could feel Severus's eyes burning into him from down the table. They had touched on to the seriousness of their relationship in the past few days so he knew that the other man wouldn't be surprised at what he said. "I think it is already headed in that direction. He and I were just discussing when to have you all meet him actually. He is rather eager to know how everyone feels about the two of us being together."
"Did you invite him to supper tonight Harry?" Minerva asked with a smile.
"Actually, I did." He replied, playing with is napkin.
"It's a pity that he couldn't make it, unless of course he is coming after we all eat?" His former head of house implored.
Harry heard Ron snicker and knew it was time to let everyone know who he had been spending his evenings with. He darted his eyes toward Severus and took a deep breath.
"No, he isn't coming later this evening." He heard Molly and Professor McGonagall sigh sadly. "He is already here actually." A smile ghosted across his lips at the looks that played on his guest's faces.
"He's here?" Molly asked, her eyes darting toward Charlie as if to ask silently if he was the man that Harry had been seeing.
Harry was about to respond when he heard Severus clear his throat at the other end of the table. All heads turned toward the sound, as if expecting to see an unknown man standing behind the Potions Professor.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all." He said with a sadistic smile playing at the corners of his mouth.