FIC: Intruder, Snarry, NC17
Title: Intruder Author: randomlysane (Not sure I deserve the title 'author' considering I used someone else's characters and plot.*g*) Pairing: Snape/Harry, Snape/OC implied, Harry/Draco implied Rating: NC17 Words: 1970 Beta: My sister, WickedAwnya. All remaining mistakes are on sale for a galleon each! Warnings: Highlight to read: *slash sex (oral and anal), infidelity (off-screen), PWP, vampirism* Summary: Harry, the prodigal husband, returns to find a changed Severus. Just who is the real intruder? Notes: I'm popping my own cherry with this one--my first real, full-on sex scene. My muse has been on a year-long sabbatical. She visited briefly and encouraged me to write this. Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR. Most of the plot belongs to Portia de Costa. Portia if you're reading this (which I doubt), consider it a compliment that you're own story stuck with me and inspired me to write my own version.
cross-posted to both of my journals, snape_potter on IJ and on LJ
Intruder
What's with the shutters? Harry wondered as he looked on at his house. Every single window was covered by black, closed shutters. Even standing at the end of the walkway, Harry could see that the windows beyond the shutters were painted black. What the fuck?
Harry's excitement at coming home faded into confusion. He hadn't forewarned Severus of his impending visit because he wanted to surprise the man. He hadn't expected a warm welcome, exactly, but was hopeful that they would be able to make amends and live somewhat happily ever after.
Harry remembered the single dignified 'please' that escaped his husband's lips just months ago. However, Harry had been tired of the insults that his husband just couldn't seem to avoid uttering. Seven years they had been married. Seven wonderful years. But then Severus began to show signs of melancholy and was intensely emotional. His outbursts had hurt Harry more than anything else ever had.
So Harry left and found what he had thought he wanted with party boy Draco Malfoy. Draco offered endless fun and distraction. And endless sex. It had been euphoric. But it turned out there was a such thing as too much of a good thing. Draco grew tired of Harry quickly and moved on to someone else, leaving Harry alone and lonely. Harry had missed Severus and wanted nothing more than to go back home.
That's how he found himself standing on the walkway staring at the black shutters and painted windows of a house that looked abandoned. It had a gloomy, morbid feel to it. Even the garden, Severus's pride and joy, was lacking. It was choked with weeds and drooping, wilted plants.
Harry walked the walkway to the front steps and up to the door. He knocked, feeling that it was called for in this situation, after all, he hadn't been living here for several months. He knocked again and still no answer.
Deciding it was his house too, he fumbled for his key and slid it into the lock. Upon opening the door, he saw that the interior was very dark, thanks to the painted and shuttered windows. It was also deathly quiet.
Harry stepped inside and was assaulted by a strange smell. Roses. Ripe red roses. Odd. Harry lit his wand and walked into the kitchen and set the bottle of wine, his peace offering, that he had brought with him on the table.
The smell of roses enveloped him, causing him to be a little light-headed. And randy.
Strange, thought Harry as he headed towards the stairs. And where the hell is Severus?
Harry started up the steps, his arousal gaining strength the further up he went, just as the smell of roses got stronger. He held his lit wand out in front of him to see with and entered the master bedroom. The scent of roses was overwhelming in the bedroom and his arousal was at a fever pitch. He couldn't understand why he was so hard.
He sat on the bed and pressed his palm to his erection. He moaned and wished that Severus was there with him. This erection was unexplained but not unwelcome. He had hoped he would get to have sex with Severus tonight, that they would agree they belonged together after all and fall into bed. Harry's heart raced just thinking about it.
Why did he leave in the first place? What the hell had he been thinking? He should have stayed and worked things out. Severus deserved better. Harry made a vow with himself that as soon as Severus got home, he would show Severus just how precious he is.
Harry began fantasizing about what he would do to Severus to show him just that. His cock twitched in agreement. Harry set his still lit wand on the bedside table, fell back onto the bed and opened his fly. He pulled out his prick and began to stroke. Carefully, not to enthusiastically. He didn't want to come until he had Severus in bed with him. But a little play wouldn't go astray. He lay and stroked, the sweet smell of roses invading his senses.
There was a displacement of air to his right and he froze. The light from his wand barely reached the corner of the room, where he could see Severus sitting in a chair.
"Sometimes they do come back," Severus said as he gracefully stood from the chair and glided to the bed.
"Severus, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Harry said, hand still on his swollen cock.
"Indeed, you are," Severus replied as he leaned over Harry and swatted his hand away. Severus replaced Harry's hand with his own and squeezed.
He's going to rip it off, Harry thought in a moment of panic. Severus chuckled and began to stroke Harry's cock.
Harry couldn't stop staring. Severus, his Severus, was a vision. Lustrous hair falling to his shoulders, lips as red as the roses he could still smell, and intense dark eyes. Had he always looked so devastating?
Harry could feel himself getting closer to climax as Severus worked his cock. Wanting to delay it, he asked the question burning in his mind.
"So, what's with the shutters?"
"I had an intruder while you were gone," was all Severus said on the subject.
Harry suddenly wanted them to be naked and began taking his clothes off. His hands were clumsy but eager. He felt intoxicated.
Severus had let go of Harry and stood there watching. Once Harry was nude, he reached for Severus's robe. He reverently slid the robe off Severus's shoulders and down his arms. Severus was wearing nothing underneath, revealing his gorgeous cock with its angry purple head. This was a welcome sight for Harry, who was so aroused that he didn't think it would take much for him to come.
Harry stared as Severus grasped his own cock and began to stroke languidly. Harry desperately wanted to taste it again; it had been too long since he had last done so.
"Do you want this, Harry?" Severus practically purred.
"God, yes," Harry breathed and raised his hand to touch.
"Uh, uh, uh," Severus admonished and swatted Harry's hand away. Harry whined pitifully and laid back, willing to let Severus take control, as he obviously planned to.
Severus let go of his own cock and slowly lowered himself to the bed beside Harry. Harry's breath caught as Severus gently brushed his fingers down Harry's cheek. Severus leaned over him and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips. Harry could smell the roses on his breath.
Severus raised his head to look into Harry's eyes. Harry was caught in the gaze and felt his heart rate accelerate. He thought he saw a flash of fangs when Severus smiled at him, but just at that moment, Severus's hand closed over his cock and squeezed, distracting Harry. Harry's eyes closed as he groaned and bucked his hips.
"Please," Harry begged.
Harry felt Severus nudge his legs apart and he gladly obliged, ready for more, anything. He opened his eyes again and watched as Severus moved down his body. Severus settled between Harry's legs and ran his fingers up and down Harry's thighs. Harry shivered at the contact. Then Severus licked Harry's cock from root to tip in one long swipe of the tongue. Suddenly, he engulfed Harry's cock and began to suck.
Harry moaned and thrashed weakly. There was just a hint of teeth and Harry, still worried about Severus being upset with him, wondered if Severus was going to bite him. Then Severus began bobbing his head as he sucked and licked, making Harry forget all about revenge and forgiveness.
Harry let his head fall back to the bed and closed his eyes, happy to wallow in the sensation of having his cock expertly sucked. After a particularly strong suck, Harry couldn't help but start thrusting into that wicked mouth.
He whimpered when he felt Severus's mouth leave his cock only to land on the inside of his right thigh. He was writhing in pleasure when he felt a little sting where Severus was mouthing his thigh. Then he felt a pulling sensation, followed by arousing tingles just under Severus's mouth.
Harry then raised his head to look at Severus. Severus was sucking on his thigh and looking right into Harry's eyes. Harry could feel his own hips still thrusting, as though that mouth was still on his cock.
I'm gonna have one hell-of-a hickey there tomorrow.
Then the pulling and tingles stopped, as Severus began laving the area with his tongue. Severus then moved his attention back between Harry's legs by spreading Harry's thighs wider. Harry heard Severus mutter a lubrication charm and was cheered that things were finally moving along.
Harry felt Severus push in a single finger and Harry pushed back on it, trying to get the whole digit inside himself. He groaned and continued thrusting his hips as Severus moved the finger in and out. Soon another finger joined the first and Harry's hips moved faster and his breathing was little more than gasps.
Harry looked into Severus's eyes and saw an odd sort of hunger there that he had never seen before. It sent shivers down his spine and he couldn't look away.
"More," he begged shamelessly. Severus grinned in a predatory fashion and added a third finger. Harry was mindless with pleasure as Severus thrust his fingers in and out, brushing against Harry's prostate on every other thrust of his fingers.
"I need you...now," Harry barely gasped out the words.
He moaned as Severus removed his fingers and lined up his cock. Harry tried to hold still but couldn't. He tried to impale himself on Severus's cock but Severus kept pulling away, taunting him. Just when Harry was about to beg again, Severus grabbed Harry's hips and thrust in firmly, causing Harry to cry out in pleasure.
Severus held himself still and leaned over Harry. Harry was assaulted once again with the scent of roses and Severus's intense gaze. Finally, Severus was close enough to touch, so Harry did. He rubbed his hands down Severus's chest. Oddly, Severus's skin was cool to the touch, but it felt good against Harry's own heated flesh.
Then Severus began to move, every thrust glided over Harry's prostate. Harry was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he didn't noticed the sounds he was making, part moan and part whimper; he just began moving his own hips in time with Severus's thrusts.
Harry had almost forgot he had a cock of his own until he felt Severus wrap a cool hand around it and squeeze. Harry's rhythm faltered as a jolt of pure need and desire shot through him. Severus picked up the tempo of his thrusts, pounding into Harry and stroking Harry's cock. Harry was so close he could almost taste it. He wrapped his legs around Severus's waist and his arms around Severus's shoulders and held on for the ride of his life.
He felt his balls get tight and watched as Severus's face broke into a smile. A smile full of fangs. Harry's eyes went round with shock just as Severus said, "You're mine."
Then Severus struck, biting into Harry's neck. Harry felt the sting and then the pull, realizing only then what Severus must had been doing to his thigh earlier. At that same moment, Severus thrust particularly hard against Harry's prostate and squeezed Harry's cock.
Harry's eyes rolled and he came, violently. So hard, he lost his breath. Tremors wracked his body as Severus continued to thrust and suck. He was dimly aware of Severus coming and licking the wound on his neck.
His last thought before he blacked out was that, oddly enough, he wasn't the least bit afraid.