Team Cauldron Entry (FIC): "Bite Me!" By Eeyore9990 Title: Bite Me! Author:eeyore9990 Team: Cauldron! Genre(s):AliveUndead and Kicking Prompt(s): Hunger, Into Temptation Rating/Warnings/Kinks: PG15; Highlight if you wish to know: * Vampire!Snape, Student/Teacher (Harry is 18)* Word Count: ~2700 Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas: Thanks to Team Cauldron for their support and encouragement. Now you know who to blame. *weg* Thanks also to the mods for continuing to run an amazing fest. Long live the Snarry!
Summary: …Because detention!fic never goes out of style, especially when it's got some bite to it.
Bite Me!
"Detention, Potter." Snape's voice blew warm breath over his sensitive ear and down the side of his neck and just that quickly, Harry's cock was prodding against the front of his trousers.
Harry gulped and nodded, pressing his stomach against his workstation so that his embarrassing erection wouldn't come to Snape's attention. Because seriously, Snape would likely make him stand on the table and use it to hang visual aids from. While the entire NEWT potions class laughed their arses off.
"What's that, Potter? I don't believe I heard you."
Oh, evil. The man was pure evil, torturing Harry like this. Harry rolled his lips under to hold back a whimper and drew two deep breaths before he whispered, "Yes, sir. I understand. Detention." Oh, fuck my life, Harry thought as his voice cracked under the strain of a combination of anger and humiliating arousal.
How could his body betray him like this?! He didn't want Snape. He didn't want Snape. He didn't want Snape. He didn't want Snape, for the love of God!
Okay, so maybe he did want Snape, but in the same way that he occasionally wanted random chinks in the wall or other things that looked vaguely orifice-shaped. Eighteen was a bloody awful age to be. More than once, he'd wished for Voldemort to be reincarnated so he'd have something to distract him from his rampant bloody hormones.
Harry slumped against the table as Snape finally moved away, then shakily went back to measuring and stirring. As he handled his stir rod, his prick twitched with jealousy.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked, exasperation tingeing her tone as she slung her bag over her shoulder and readjusted her hair in its clip.
"I... honestly, I have no idea."
"If you don't know what you did to deserve detention, then why didn't you say anything?"
Harry turned to her as they fought against the tide of students—the hallways were even more crowded with an extra year's worth of students inhabiting the castle—and said slowly, "Yes, because obviously what hasn't worked, ever, in the history of ever will suddenly start working now."
"Harry, you're not afraid of him, are you?" Her hand on his arm pulled him to a stop and some hapless second year ran nose-first into Harry's back.
"Oh no, oh no! I'm sorry, Mr Potter! So sorry, sir!"
Harry and Hermione stared after the trembling boy as he dashed away.
"Mr Potter?" Hermione asked, laughter trapped somewhere under the disbelief in her voice.
"Sir? What did he expect me to do?" Harry wondered aloud. "Eviscerate him?"
"Oh, yes, you're a frightening one, you are."
Harry rolled his eyes as she giggled. "Speaking of frightening, no, I'm not scared of Snape." Harry dropped his voice on the last bit, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation. "And seriously, you need to stop bringing that up if you don't want to cause pandemonium. Some of the ickle firsties might piss themselves if they knew."
"Then why..."
"I don't know; I guess I just didn't feel like making an issue out of it, okay? It's extra potions work, sure, but with NEWTS coming up..." He shrugged and started walking again as they'd created a bit of a log-jam. "At least he didn't take points."
"As if Professor McGonagall would let him," Hermione said.
"I dunno. She obviously feels badly for believing the worst of him—"
"With reason."
Harry sighed as they drew even with the entrance to the Great Hall. "In a blatant change of subject because you know how I feel about that, will you carry my bag back to the dorm after dinner? I don't want to start the year on the wrong foot with Snape by being late to detention."
"No, but I'll be happy to order Ron to carry it." She grinned and waggled her eyebrows at him as they approached the Gryffindor table where Ron was already digging into a bowl of potatoes.
Harry laughed. "Whatever gets it there. How was Hagrid today, mate?" Harry asked, dropping into a seat.
"Better than Snape!" Ron said around a mouthful of food.
"Better than—? How did you know Harry got detention?" Hermione asked, blinking in shock.
"You got detention?" Ron hooted with laughter, spraying the table—and Harry—with potatoes. "It's the first day back!"
Wiping his face with his sleeve, Harry nodded. "I'm aware. So if you didn't know Snape gave me detention, why'd you say Hagrid was better than Snape?"
"It's Snape, innit? The world could end and he'd still be a greasy," Ron looked around and lowered his voice, "fanged git."
"Should we make a sign?" Harry hissed, exasperated. "Something with blinking, sparkly letters so no one can miss it? Between the two of you, it'll be all over the school by curfew!"
"Why not?" Ron said, frowning. "Ain't like he didn't announce it to the world about Remus, is it?"
"He only did that after Professor Lupin missed taking his Wolfsbane," Hermione pointed out. "And Harry's right. We need to stop talking about it. After all he's done, he deserves his privacy."
"After all he's done? He bit Harry!" Ron gesticulated with his fork, accidentally flinging food onto a Hufflepuff at the next table. "Err, sorry 'bout that, mate."
"For the hundredth time, Ron, it doesn't matter! I don't care! I'd have let him do it gladly if I'd known—"
"Well," Hermione interrupted, "probably not right then. You still thought he was a traitor then."
Harry lifted one shoulder. "Yeah, true. Still, though, I'm glad now he didn't die. Just think, Ron, if he'd died, I might have been buried in guilt. I might have named one of my kids after him! I might never have recovered!"
Ron choked on a laugh... Actually, when he turned blue, Harry realised it was a bit more than a laugh his friend was choking on. Hermione rolled her eyes and Summoned the half-chewed wad of pork, catching it in her napkin as Harry pounded on Ron's back.
"Please tell me..." Ron gasped, eyes watering as he massaged his throat, "that you're joking about the kid thing?"
Harry grinned and leaned toward his friend. "I have it all thought out. The perfect name for a boy. Severus Ronald—"
A roll bounced off his glasses, the butter smearing across one lens as Ron shouted, "Don't even think it!"
Hermione and Harry were too busy laughing to attempt to calm Ron, who grew more violently red with each passing moment before, finally, he joined them in their hilarity.
"Something... funny, Mr Potter?"
The voice coming from behind Harry made him snap to attention—from a seated position, of course—and he choked down a meep as he said, "No, sir."
"Then I would suggest that you eat. All of you. I will not abide tardiness, even from... our saviour." With a snap of his robes that caught just right against Harry's right arse cheek and would surely leave a welt, Snape stalked away toward the head table.
Ron followed Snape with his eyes while Harry rubbed the sting out of his arse. "Was he always that scary, or is it a new thing?"
"Always," Harry and Hermione mumbled before the three went silent and tucked into their food.
The door slammed, startling Harry, and he turned to see Snape standing by the door, glaring toward him.
"Does it amuse you, Potter?"
Harry had no idea what Snape was talking about, but he'd had enough brushes with death to last him a lifetime and felt that now was probably not the time to make a smart-arsed comment. So it was with firm conviction that Harry said, "No, sir."
Snape's eyebrow rose slowly as he stepped toward Harry. "No.... what?"
I said 'sir', I know I did! "Umm. No... it doesn't amuse me?"
Snape crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, his hair falling across one cheek before he twitched it back impatiently. "You really don't know, do you?"
Harry allowed his head to loll backward on his neck for a moment in weary resignation before he straightened and said, "I did something wrong, right? I mean, I'm here, so obviously, yeah, I did something wrong. So... can we just do the detention bit and get it over with? Because—"
"Do you know why you are here, Potter?" Snape's smooth voice cut through Harry's rambling with icy precision.
Harry sighed. "No, sir."
"You are here because I wanted you here. No other reason."
Harry clenched his teeth together to keep what would surely be an unwise remark behind them. He tried to keep those thoughts from floating to the surface. He was pants at Occlumency and Merlin only knew what the change had done to Snape's Legilimency skills. Looking just over Snape's shoulder, Harry inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. "Yes, sir," he answered, turning around and glaring daggers at the desktop. "Right here where you want me."
"Correct, Potter." Harry gasped. Somehow, though he'd been standing more than a dozen steps away when Harry turned, Snape was suddenly right behind him. Right. Behind. Him. And once again, Harry could feel every puff of Snape's breath over his ear and neck, ruffling the short hairs at his nape. "Right where I want you."
Harry pressed his lips together before letting out a frustrated breath as he pointedly ignored his traitorous cock, which was tapping out a secret message in Morse code against his zipper. "Yes, yes, we covered that already. You wanted me here, in detention, so here I am. So... what? Should I scrub cauldrons?"
"You surprise me, Potter."
"Well, we're even then. Because you confuse me." Harry clapped a hand over his mouth and closed his eyes as he waited for the hex he was sure was coming. Only, instead of a hex... Snape laughed. Oh, god... I'm dead already. Harry's breathing went fast and shallow as panic rose within him.
"Oh, no, you are not dead."
Harry was half-way through a sigh of relief when the implications of what Snape said hit him. "Wait... you... I'm not looking at you. You can't be using Legilimency on me because we aren't making eye contact! You can't even see my eyes from back there! How did you...?"
"I've penetrated you, Potter. I've sunk into you until you poured your essence down my throat."
Harry grasped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He was sure Snape wasn't aware of how his words sounded, but God, it was like porn poured into his ears.
"After such a feast as I had of you," Snape paused at the exact moment Harry whimpered, making the sound seem louder than it actually was, "your thoughts are no longer your own."
I'm so fucked.
"My apologies. I'm not one for foolish wand waving. You'll have to take your desires elsewhere if you expect them to be fulfilled."
"Why. Am. I. Here?" Harry asked through his teeth as his eyes went blurry with arousal. "Obviously you don't want me scrubbing cauldrons, so what do you want?"
"What have you learned today?"
Harry's mouth dropped open as he tried to think of a way to answer that question. "Erm, I... in which subject?"
"Idiot. Why would I set you a detention, ensuring our privacy, if I wanted to quiz you about your classes?"
"Then... for the love of Merlin, why can't you just ask me what you want to ask me?!"
"You are one of the five people in this school aware of my... affliction—"
Unless Ron and Hermione have blurted it out to everyone in the Common Room—
"—In which case they will both die slow, lingering, painful deaths. I have been ordered," Harry didn't have to turn around to see the sneer that was surely on Snape's face as he could hear it so plainly in his voice, "to find a willing donor. As you are now aware, there have been certain undesirable side-effects to taking blood."
Oh, Harry thought, nearly sagging with relief. That's why I've been so affected by his voice today.
"No. That would be a consequence of your youth. You can't tell me it hasn't done that when the wind blows right through this draughty old castle."
Harry dropped his head to the table and pounded it against the smooth wood until he felt his glasses bend in the middle. "Please, just pretend you can't hear my every embarrassing thought."
"Why would I do that?"
"I assume you're about to ask me to be your 'willing donor.' If you expect me to help you, you have to be nice to me." Remarkably, that made Harry feel quite a lot better. He turned and peeked over his shoulder to see Snape standing there scowling so hard his elongated canines dimpled his bottom lip.
"I had rather a different exchange in mind," Snape muttered.
Harry eased from between Snape and the table and took three large steps away from Snape. Probably not a truly 'safe' distance, but at least he didn't feel as if he was going to come messily in his pants from the simple stimulation of Snape's breath. And it wasn't like he could be any more embarrassed than he already was, so Snape seeing the way his trousers bulged at the groin... well. Harry just wasn't going to worry about that for now.
"What sort of exchange?"
"One fluid for another... so to speak."
Harry raised his eyebrows; it didn't have the same intimidation factor that Snape had when he raised just the one, but even magic couldn't give Harry that talent. "So I give you blood, and you give me...?"
Snape's eyes dropped from Harry's to follow the line he began tracing with his finger on the workstation. "We'll start with an oral arrangement and go from there, shall we?"
"I'm not making an oral agreement until you tell me what you're going to give me in exchange." Harry fought to keep the knowledge that he would give his blood to Snape without receiving anything in return from popping up into his conscious mind.
"You misheard me. I said oral arrangement." There went that one eyebrow.
Harry narrowed his eyes and thought about all the possible meanings behind that before he said, slowly, "Explain what you mean, please."
Snape rolled his eyes and in the blink of an eye was standing in front of Harry, his hand cupping Harry's crotch.
"Bzuh! You can't do that!" Harry gasped, clutching at Snape's arm and gripping it firmly—though he was objecting, he wasn't objecting—and he nearly lost the thread of their conversation when Snape squeezed.
"Why, pray tell? If I have been given permission to bite you, why shouldn't I also be allowed to suck you?"
Harry's eyes crossed and with another squeeze, he was coming all over the inside of his pants.
"Well, that was—"
"Don't say it," Harry gasped. "I know. Just... You can't talk about that and not expect me to... Wait a minute!" he said, pulling free of Snape and casting a cleaning charm on himself and his clothing. "I know what you're doing. You think I don't know what you're doing?"
"Enlighten me."
"You... you tricked me last time. 'Look at me.' Yeah, right. You just wanted to enthral me and make me forget about you biting me! If Hermione hadn't seen the whole thing, I bet I still wouldn't know you did that!"
Snape crossed his arms over his chest and glared. "Are you calling my honour into question?"
Harry nodded vehemently. "Too bloody right I am! You're going to promise to, you know, to do that and then bite me... and then make it so I forget you ever offered!"
Snape grasped his arms and, far too easily for Harry's peace of mind, lifted him to his toes and said, "Listen carefully. If—and this has become a very, very large if—I ever deign to suck your cock, you will never forget it." Leaving those whispered words to burn themselves into Harry's psyche, Snape dropped him and walked out the door.
Harry whimpered and curled into himself as the door closed behind Snape. "I'm so fucked."
You wish.
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