Warning: Slash Ahead! (No lemon, but smut)

Harry stood next to Snape and grabbed his arm again. He looked the dark mark over once more. Snape's small coffee table held two glasses of firewhiskey and a half empty bottle. Snape hadn't even told Harry he was too young before he'd handed him some firewhiskey when they'd stepped into his quarters. Harry looked up at Snape with a slight smirk and his eyes glittering coldly. He leaned over the man running a finger down the edge of his face and allowed his aura to leak from him. Snape shuddered from the contact, his eyes wide with many masked emotions.

"Who would you choose Severus? Voldemort or me?" Harry asked almost inaudibly, rolling the words off his tongue.

Snape went to say something and choked on his own words. Harry stroked his throat with his fingers.

"I will not harm you if you say Voldemort." He said simply. "But do anything that affects me in a bad way and I shall kill you."

There was a long drawn out silence. Snape was looking almost panicky.

"You." Snape rasped finally. "I'd choose you."

"Why?"

"You're everything I envisioned a Dark lord to be. Everything I ever wanted to follow."

The around them seemed almost darker and more threatening. Harry smirked.

"I thought you would say that Severus."

He ran his hand over the dark mark and the black spot shifted with his hand. As Harry lifted his hand away the skull and snake changed into a blooming rose with a thorny stem. Flames were swirling around the stemming and flaring out around the flower petals. Snape's sharp intake indicated he'd seen it. Harry sent a pulse of magic through the new bond and the mark flared to a beautiful bloody red and Snape gasped again, not in pain but in surprise.

"It just tingles." Snape muttered.

"Of course. Voldemort's was just a barbaric, crude, bond. Mine is not. I will always know where you are and your health. I will also be able to use the mark like a portkey to bring you to me."

Harry stepped back releasing the man's arm. Snape slid off the chair he sat on and kneeled in front of Harry, bowing his head.

"My lord."

He whispered kissing Harry's hand. Harry tugged his hand gently from Snape's grip and waved him up. Snape stood and Harry looked up at him. Harry gave a thoughtful look.

"Severus, will you listen to my every command? Do anything I ask you?"

"Anything." Snape breathed softly.

Harry gave a soft smile and gently pushed him back into the chair. Snape sat quickly and waited. Harry swooped down on him and straddled his hips. Snape stared at him wide-eyed as he rested a hand on either shoulder and pressed against his chest giving a sultry smirk.

"Fuck me."

Snape opened his mouth then snapped it shut. He repeated this three times. Harry patiently waited.

"You're under age." He finally croaked.

"Still not a virgin and still considered a 'Dark' Lord. Now have sex with me."

"…Why?"

"I thought you'd do anything. Do I have to command you?"

Snape opened his mouth again put Harry cut him off by sealing their lips together. Snape stiffened and Harry pouted against the kiss as he slid his hands up Snape's chest and wiggled in his lap. A low moan escaped the man and Harry smirked at him. He pulled back.

"Now, fuck me."

Snape slowly leaned forwards and kissed him almost hesitantly as if unsure what Harry wanted of him.

"Do it roughly." Harry purred. "Make sure I feel it for a week."

Without further ado Snape's hands flew to his sides pulling his clothes off as he kissed Harry, viciously plundering his mouth. Harry worked off the man's own clothes but got no farther then his shirt before Snape stood, holding Harry against him still. They half stumbled back and Snape pushed him into the wall, his hands going to Harry's ass. He lifted him up, pressing him against the wall. Harry clamped his legs around Snape's and moaned into the heavy kiss. Snape opened a door next to them, still kissing him harshly. When the door was open Snape carried him in the room. Harry was tossed roughly onto a large bed. A moment later Snape was leaning over him, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above his head as he attacked his neck with kisses and bites. Harry groaned at the feel of Snape's tongue on his skin and his body pressed against his own.

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Harry ran a hand absently through his hair as he lay stretched on the bed. Beside him Snape lay on his side facing him, one arm loosely draped over his waist. Harry took the time to study the man closely. He wasn't handsome, not really. His skin was pale, his nose crooked, and his hair slightly greasy from potion fumes. But in a way he was attractive. He had great body for one. He had also used Dark arts enough that they were in his aura.

Harry looked away from the man a moment and relaxed into the bed. He found sex quite enjoyable. It released a lot of tension and could form bonds quite fast. It was also pleasurable. Harry found sex with Snape was different then with Noir and Maen, but just as enjoyable.

He had no doubt though that if anyone caught him having sex, at his age, they would be quite upset. Perhaps label him as a whore. He didn't much care. Yes, it was meant to be offensive. But it was just an offensive term for someone regarded as being sexually indiscriminate. Or someone who is willing to set aside principles or personal integrity in order to obtain something. Both were true about him in a way. He was being sexually indiscriminate. He didn't care who he had sex with. He had no real friend or romantic interest. And he did set aside what little principles and personal integrity he had to get the pleasure and relaxation he got from sex. And slut? Not much different from whore.

And to add to it all, he did not care what people said of him.

Harry cut his thoughts off as Snape woke slowly, looking slight confused as to why Harry was beside him. When he remembered the previous night his face went blank. Harry saw hesitation in his eyes. He no doubt was confused on what to do now, wait for orders, get up, or what? Harry sent him a smirk.

"Unless I order something of you, I will not mind what you do."

Snape frowned but leaned over to kiss him viciously. Harry allowed it. When Snape pulled away he was smirking.

"James Potter would be rolling over in his grave."

Harry smirked back. Who was he to care of a dead man or a man's motives? Then Snape frowned.

"So would Lily." He muttered.

"They are dead." Harry said bluntly. "I would not worry about what they would have thought."

Harry paused and scowled then looked towards the door.

"Karkaroff is knocking at your portrait door."

Snape scowled and swung his legs from the bed. He pulled on some pants and hurried from the room. Harry stretched like a cat before wandering to Snape's bathroom. He had a very quick shower and then pulled one of Snape's shirts over himself. He'd need to change soon but his robes weren't fit at the moment.

Harry wandered into Snape's sitting room and noticed Snape cough uncomfortably when he saw him. He gave the man a saucy smirk and grinned at the back of Karkaroff's head. The man was sitting in a seat with his back to Harry. Harry sashayed around him and to Snape. Karkaroff immediately silenced upon seeing him. Harry moved to stand behind the couch Snape was sitting on and leaned over him wrapping his arms around Snape's neck. He kissed the man's cheek letting his lips linger. He sent Karkaroff a smirk as Snape hid a sigh.

"I did not know you had a taste in children." Karkaroff said finally, after taking a good look at Harry.

Harry let his aura free and the air around him was saturated with dark allure. Everything about him screamed darkness and seduction. Snape shivered and Karkaroff stiffened. Harry sent the man a smirk.

"Perhaps he doesn't. I just have a taste in older men."

Karkaroff stared a moment. Harry noticed his left sleeve was pushed up showing the vivid dark mark. Karkaroff noticed him looking and jerked the sleeve back down. Harry tsked.

"Voldemort had no taste in design. Show him yours Severus."

Snape looked like it pained him to do so, but he pushed his own sleeve up showing the black flaming rose. Karkaroff stared in open mouthed surprise.

"What…?" Karkaroff asked in surprise.

"Don't you like my design better?" Harry tittered.

Then he released Snape's neck and swung over the back of the couch to sit on Snape's lap.

"Do you like mine better Severussss?"

Snape nodded when he saw that it was what Harry wanted.

"Tell Karkaroff who your new master is."

"You my Lord." Snape said clearly with no hesitation.

Karkaroff had given up gaping to stare at them in an absolutely stunned way.

"But we can't have that get known." Harry smiled. "Especially letting a coward and traitor know."

His wand was pointed at the man in an instant. Karkaroff couldn't draw his wand in time to counter.

"Obliviate."

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End of Chapter 34.