The Leader

Chapter 26

Severus didn't even think about the consequences, in fact he couldn't think about anything for the pleasure thrumming through him. Not only had he been celibate for far too long, there was no way he could have stopped the desire furling behind his stomach. So to say he was running on instinct alone was putting it mildly. He flung himself at Harry, kissing him with a passion that had been foreign to him until now. The earth gave way under the powerful slam but neither men seemed to notice.

Harry knew he should stop Severus, he really should have, but he wasn't exactly a saint; he was extremely selfish when he wanted to be. He had desired Severus for a long time, and it seemed as if Severus wanted him as well. It wasn't in him to submit however, so he flipped them over with one quick shove; his tongue never ceased its dance for dominance with Severus'. Linking his hands through Sev's, Harry pinned them to the ground, pressing into his hardness and revelling in the tortured hiss that left his lips.

"Mine," Harry growled possessively.

Apparently Severus didn't like that thought, or perhaps he just wasn't going to give up without a fight since both of them went smashing into a tree as Severus fought for dominance. He was using his newly found strength, but he didn't know how to handle it. Harry, however, was used to dealing with vampires that didn't know their own strength and was able to manoeuvre them both so their landing didn't end up breaking something and ruining the mood.

They both continued their quest to be the dominating vampire. It was after the fifth tree had been uprooted that Harry remembered there were humans lying passed out ... alright, stunned on the ground, and they could come around any second. When they did, they were definitely going to notice this mess; they had to leave before they destroyed anything else.

Not wanting to ruin the mood, he wrapped his magic around both of them and Apparated to his bedroom. Thankfully the room and its contents had been made sturdier magically, so the furnishings were more difficult to break, but not impossible. Against a vampire's strength nothing could hold for long; it was just an impossible task.

Impatiently Harry began to undress Severus, wanting to feel skin on skin. The vest and jumper were shredded due to his strength, but he couldn't care less.

"Do you want this, Severus?" Harry whispered, feeling an answering shiver go down Severus' back at his seductive words. A shiver ran down his own back when Severus nuzzled at his neck and inhaled sharply, smelling the blood that lingered in his veins. "Do you?" he asked again; the answer to that question came when Severus' tongue invaded his mouth. Dear Merlin, he didn't think he was going to last, he had never felt like this before; it had always been just about physical release in the past. No emotion had been involved in the act, well, other than pleasure…but this was much more intense.

"Don't you dare stop," Severus hissed, still getting used to his new body and these intense feelings. He had been lost since the overwhelming feeling of feeding.

Severus' eyes flared with passion; he didn't even question why someone as gorgeous and powerful as Harry would want him. Unfortunately he didn't see his own appeal; he was so used to being put down ever since he was a teenager. He was glad it was Harry, though; he understood him, understood his reasons for joining Voldemort, then for spying. He never once judged him. That concept was a very new thing to him, and it drew him in like a moth to the flame; had done so since he'd first set eyes on him.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, seductively nipping at Severus' neck, all the while his hands were trailing downwards towards his trousers and swiftly undoing them with one hand. He was very confident that Severus would not back down now, plus he had answered him in his own way.

"You," Severus snapped; his emotions were going haywire and he didn't know how long he would last before he passed out from the cacophony caused by all these intense feelings. He couldn't even think straight, and that was with his occlumency barriers at their full strength.

With that verbal consent being all he needed to truly let loose, Harry pushed Severus onto the bed, hastily undressing with smugness radiating from his every pore as he saw Severus admiring his body. He had nothing to be ashamed of, so he let him continue looking as he stripped off Severus' trousers completely, leaving them both naked as the day they were born.

Kissing him once again, he started preparing him, spelling the lubricant into him but preparing him without the aid of a spell. The spell for this only worked so well, especially on vampires; it wasn't something he had done before either― he was breaking a lot of his own rules. He didn't care, in fact feeling those walls stretching under his ministrations and feeling Severus contracting around him was heaven. He was leaving a pattern of bite marks trailing from Sev's throat down his chest... distracting him from any pain he might experience.

"Severus," Harry whispered wistfully; he just wanted to pound into him, but he would never hurt him. Three fingers slid into that hot, tight opening; he was just on the precipice of coming ... nobody had ever affected him in such a way before.

Arching up, Severus moaned at the feeling of being touched again after such a long time, although never quite in that way since he had been the top in all of his previous relations. Unable to take any more, he wrapped his long legs around Harry, urging him to start. He wanted release more than he had anything else in his life.

Staring down at him, Harry looked into his eyes to make sure this really was what he wanted. He would rather not lose Severus by doing this too soon. He was a private person, after all, but he saw no sign of hesitation. It was all he needed before he began to push in, going slowly and allowing him to get used to it. He couldn't keep up that painstakingly slow pace forever though.

"Mine!" Harry hissed as he began thrust into him, watching those black eyes dilate in pleasure as he took his fill. Making sure to touch his prostrate at each thrust, he was intent on driving him wild.

Gasping in pleasure, Severus arched up each time, meeting the thrusts head on, pleasure shooting in every direction. Harry continued to ravish and pound into Severus' body, making sure that he enjoyed himself, even as each and every thrust felt like heaven to him as Severus' silken walls squeezed around him until his body wasn't able to take anymore pleasure. He came hard, filling him with his seed, claiming him just as Severus lost control and came, spilling between their bodies.

Wandless magic cleaned them up, as Harry moved to lean against Severus' back. He let himself relax, enjoying the closeness of another person; it truly had been too long since he'd been with someone. Then he began to feel Severus stiffen and he couldn't help but roll his eyes; he just knew that Severus would try and deny everything he'd felt. He pursed his lips to stop his amusement from showing when Severus used the cover to conceal his body.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, I've already seen all of you…and quite frankly…it's a shame to see it covered up," Harry said, his voice heady.

"This won't happen again," Severus denied, even as he inwardly protested against that decision; it had felt nice to have someone looking after him for a change. "It shouldn't have happened this time."

"And why not? We are both adults," Harry replied, his green eyes twinkling with power and determination. He wasn't about to let Severus slink off and avoid him for weeks; he wasn't in the mood for that.

"You are eighteen years old," Severus stated, his tone resigned, mentally adding that he was a leader who could kill him without casting a spell. No, he had to protect himself, there was no way Harry would want him; it was stupidity and wishful thinking to contemplate it for even a second. Harry would either just have one partner after another, or end up with a single partner who was magically capable of reigning next to him.

Harry cocked his head to the side, making no attempt to cover himself as he puzzled over Severus' statement. It could have many hidden messages: one, he thought Harry was too young; two, he thought this was just a fling and nothing serious; three... the resigned tone indicated that he didn't think it would happen again and was just preventing himself from being hurt. He knew it wasn't because Severus hadn't wanted it; he had. Honestly, he began to wonder which one of them was eighteen; Severus was refusing to meet his eyes, staring away as if he was too embarrassed to look at him.

"You wanted this, Severus, nobody forced you into it. During the last hour or so your inhibitions have been lowered, allowing you to enjoy your new life. Stop letting reservations from your old life cloud this second chance you've been given. Let the past lie; you do not have to answer to Dumbledore or Voldemort. You no longer have to put your life on the line for them and get nothing in return. Hasn't it sunk it yet? You're free…for the first time in twenty years, you are your own man," Harry told him, his tone oddly soothing. Harry found it difficult to keep himself from demanding, knowing that it wouldn't work in this instance. If he wanted things to work with his mate, he knew he couldn't be a leader to him…he would have to be just a partner. It was a new prospect for him, but no sane vampires would allow their mates to walk out of their lives.

This was still the calm before the storm; Severus probably wouldn't accept it easily. He was so used to being let down, used, hurt, and thrown aside. It would take much longer than a few months for him to truly realize what he was saying had become his new reality. He would just have to be patient with him; that, he realized, would probably be the most difficult thing he had ever done since being turned. It was a good thing he would be busy in the upcoming week.

Harry watched Severus leave the room without another word; the look on his face had spoken volumes. He wanted to believe in the future Harry was spouting, but after two wars…he was reluctant to do so. He would just have to prove it to him then. Stretching out, he absently repaired the clothes that were lying at the bottom of his bed in shreds.

The flapping of wings caught his attention; sitting up he grabbed his underwear and slid them on. It would probably take another three minutes for the owl to get to him, so he was in no hurry. He did open the window, so the owl could land in the room. He absently pulled on his leather pants, his thoughts on Severus. He wasn't used to anyone hightailing it out of his room; they usually wanted to stay. No doubt Severus had gone to the potions lab; he seemed to like thinking things through while down there.

He was stuck on whether to go and talk to him properly or leave him to come to his own conclusions. He hated these feelings, he was never conflicted, at least he never had been until Severus had quite literally broke though his wards and into his life. Straightening his spine, he decided not to let emotions rule him... at least for the moment.

Moving over to the hooting owl, he took the missive from its leg and unrolled it. His green eyes began gleaming in satisfaction; it was time. The wizarding world was in for a shock: their missing hero was about to make a dramatic return.

Perhaps Severus would enjoy the show.

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