|just as unpleasant in person (swtalmnd) wrote in santas_lap,|
@ 2009-11-30 16:38:00
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FIC: Thicker Than Water (Snape/Harry) part 2/2
Title: Thicker Than Water part 2/2
Author: Amy / swtalmnd
Word Count: 22,048
Warnings: AU, chan (11), manipulation, mpreg, rimming, knickers, mischief & mush
Summary: Snape comes across Harry in a vulnerable moment, and devises a plan to tie Harry's loyalties to him.
Notes: For accioslash -- we began this for the Sweet Charity auction, and when we both agreed it needed continuing, finished it for Live Long and Marry and saved posting for santas_lap. Sorry I'm so slow!
Thanks: to isidore13, gnomad, shadowess & clauclauclaudia for the beta love. And extra thanks to accioslash for her generous support and endless patience.
Part 1 of 2
The next day it was with mixed feelings that Snape released Harry back into the flood of returning students, watching him embrace his friends, Granger and the youngest of the Weasleys. It was good to see that Harry still smiled, but he found himself annoyingly jealous that not all of those smiles were for him anymore.
His classes were an interesting mix of his usual bad humour tempered by the occasional lapse whenever something reminded him of Harry. He found himself giving points to Gryffindors and even Hufflepuffs once in a while, and he made up for it by taking those points and more off for the slightest of slips. He knew his strange moods were being remarked upon, especially when it came to his suddenly gentle treatment of Harry, but he was unaccustomed to dealing with such soft and unpredictable emotions and couldn't seem to help himself.
Harry stayed after class that first day, shooing Hermione off with a smile that couldn't possibly have been more suspicious, his whole face lighting up as he turned back to Snape. "Are there more nutrient potions to brew?" asked Harry, sidling up to Snape. "It's only, I hate for you to do them by yourself."
Snape chuckled, waving his wand in a gesture that checked the room for stray students and locked the door before more could wander in. "There's other things I'd hate to do by myself," he said, sweeping Harry up into an embrace topped off with a warm, sweet kiss. "Are your classes done for the day?"
Harry made a face and sighed. "No, sir, I've got lunch now and then double Herbology."
"Well, then, perhaps after your adventure with plants you'll come down to join me for tea, a bath, and some brewing?" offered Snape. He'd get the boy back to his compatriots for dinner, which would give him plenty of time for homework and avoiding their questions.
Harry gave a little wriggle. "No time now?" he asked, his little cock poking into Snape's belly.
Snape chuckled. "I suppose I have time for an aperitif, if you're quick." He set Harry down on his desk, nearly moaning aloud at the flood of fantasies that came with the sight of it. "Just you, though, I can wait until later."
"All right," said Harry, sounding disappointed but not overly so -- he'd grown accustomed over their days together to being needier than his older lover, for which Snape was grateful.
Snape sat in his chair and spread Harry's thighs, regarding him a bit like a fine bottle of rare spirits just waiting to be uncorked. "Good lad," he praised, his voice a purr as he leaned in, long fingers making short work of Harry's robes and flies. He inhaled the sweet scent of aroused boy and then dove in for his first taste, a little lick across the cherry-ripe head. "Delicious," he murmured, before taking the whole length into his mouth, an easy fit at Harry's size.
"Oh, Sev'rus," said Harry, his hands occupied with holding him upright and unable to bury themselves in Snape's hair as was his wont. His hips rocked up as Snape's head bobbed down, and it was only a few short minutes before Snape was rewarded with a flood of bittersweet come.
Snape rose up and pressed a kiss to Harry's pink mouth, sharing the flavour with the boy.
"Mmm," said Harry, slouched there among the papers. "S'good."
"Very good," said Snape, hands redoing what they'd so recently undone until Harry was once more his neat self. "How have you been feeling? Any nausea or other side effects?"
"Nuh-uh, I'm good," said Harry, allowing himself to be lifted, kissed, and then set on his feet. "I haven't been as hungry as I usually am, but I think that's 'cos I'm full more," he added happily.
"Excellent," said Snape, pressing a final kiss to Harry's lips. "Off to lunch with you, then, I'll be up in a minute," he said, wand waved and door swinging open.
"Yessir," said Harry with a grin and a wink. He gathered his bag and scampered off, the very picture of a happy First Year who'd just had a visit with a favoured teacher.
The irony was not lost on Snape, who made sure his desk showed no signs of their activities before sealing up the room and heading up for his own lunch, now that his appetite had been whetted.