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@ 2007-12-01 17:21:00
Severus & Harry (Part 1), for isidore13
Title: Severus & Harry (Part 1)
Word Count: 15,000 approx.
Warnings: AU, underage sex (adult/17 year old), coerced sex, prostitution, references to child abuse (not of main character)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and some of the premise belongs to Fumi Yoshinaga. This is all for fun and no profit.
Summary: When Lord Snape makes his monthly visit to a brothel, he has no idea that the unwilling whore he meets will soon become so much more.
Notes: I did set it in 1846, but I must admit to being no historical novelist. I am sorry if there is not enough period detail for you, but I did the best I could. As mentioned in the disclaimer, pieces of the plot were inspired by a wonderful yaoi manga by Fumi Yoshinaga called 'Gerard & Jacques'.
A carriage came to a stop in a narrow backstreet, and a footman promptly leapt down to open its gilded door. As the occupant stepped out, he gave a low greeting in a cultured voice which did not need much volume to make it clearly audible.
"Good evening, Horace."
"Lord Snape," Slughorn effused, hurrying down cleanly swept steps that stood out from the rest of the street's dinginess. The fat maitre d'hotel swept an exaggerated bow and the creak of a corset sounded from within his outmoded clothing. "How are we this fine evening?"
"We are fine," Severus replied drolly, a smirk playing about his lips, "though impatient to get inside out of the cold."
"Ho ho! Of course you are, m'lord. Please come inside. I have a surprise for you!"
Severus nodded to his driver, and the coach moved on, heading back towards the brighter boulevards more suited to the vehicle's grandness and the strong beauty of the dark pair drawing it. Severus didn't give its departure a second thought, and with confidence bourn of familiarity he strode up the steps and into the hotel.
"I hope it is a pleasant surprise, Horace," Severus commented, once the door had been securely shut against the night and the law. He removed his top hat and placed it on an ornate sideboard. "The last surprise you reserved for me was not very pleasant at all."
The maitre d'hotel flustered at that. "I am sorry, m'lord, but I did not appreciate your tastes as I do now." He hesitated. "I have to tell you, m'lord, that this one is also young."
"How young?" Severus asked, a dangerous edge to the question.
"Oh, he is certainly no longer a boy," Slughorn hurried to assure him. "But perhaps, not yet a man?" he added with a sly smile.
Severus smirked in reply. Slughorn knew better than to present him with a child again. The man had lost a great deal of money when Severus had removed said child from Slughorn's keeping. There were some men, after all, who would pay a great deal for such services.
"Go on," he invited, intrigued by how eager Slughorn looked again, and by the comment that had suggested his companion for the evening was a virgin. Perhaps the surprise really would be worth the wait this time.
"He is untouched, my lord," Slughorn confirmed. "Black hair and the brightest green eyes you have ever seen. He is also blue blooded, my lord."
"What is he doing here, then?" Severus asked, a finger stroking his bottom lip.
"He was sold to me by his nouveau riche uncle," Slughorn explained, wrinkling his nose.
Slughorn's distaste amused Severus. Slughorn himself was really only a man from the slums who had been smart enough to understand the upper classes' desire for discretion when it came to indulging in "The Great Social Evil". Slughorn's hotel might be elegantly furnished and employ one of the best chefs in the city, but it was still a knocking shop.
"An orphan, then?"
"Just so, my lord."
"Lead on, Horace," Severus said in response to Slughorn's enquiring glance, and he followed the obscene man up to his suite for the evening.
As usual, his dinner awaited him beneath metal covers set out on a mahogany table. He came as much for the food as the sex, and he barely glanced at the door to the bedchamber, beyond which Slughorn assured him his companion for the evening was waiting. Severus dined at leisure, spending an hour over the extravagant meal and savouring the brandy that followed it. As he did so, he listened to the interesting noises coming from the other room, and smiled inwardly. It seemed that the boy had spirit, whoever he was.
Brandy enjoyed, it was time to sate his other appetites. Severus walked quietly to the bedchamber door and then thrust it open, taking the young man yanking on the bars across the window by surprise.
"I can assure you they are quite solid," he told the boy, his eyes sweeping over him and taking in every detail.
Slughorn had been right; it was indeed a pleasant surprise. The boy was clad in a long lacy nightshirt and likely nothing else. The shirt was too big and was slipping off narrow shoulders, showing that the boy's pale, creamy complexion was uniform. There was dark hair dusting the calves beneath the shirt hem and Severus was satisfied that he was old enough to be going on with; old enough that the boy's untouched status was all the more exciting.
"Don't come any closer," the boy snapped, releasing the bars preventing his escape and retreating back towards the bed.
"And what will you do if I don't listen to you?" Severus asked as he took a deliberate step forward.
"I – I will report you to the law! I'm a Potter, you know!"
Severus couldn't prevent a laugh. So that was how it was. By God, to have Potter's impoverished brat at his mercy! Yes, the boy did indeed have Lily's fine eyes, the eyes that had ensnared and led to the ruin of one James Potter, Eighth Earl of Godric's Hollow. Potter had been disinherited for marrying the beautiful but decidedly bourgeois Lily Evans. Severus had heard rumours that when Potter had died the whelp had gone to her side of the family. It seemed that they hadn't wanted the boy anymore than the Potters had.
He wanted the boy, though, and meant to have him.
Severus advanced a few more steps and was delighted when the boy scrabbled up onto the large mattress. The boy was meaning to climb down the other side, but Severus caught him by one delicate ankle and dragged him back.
"What is your name?" he asked, admiring the way the nightshirt had rucked up around slim thighs.
The boy refused to say and Severus had to catch a second ankle as a foot kicked out at him. Grinning down at his reluctant whore he dragged the boy further toward him, so that when he let go and leaned forward he was between the boy's legs. He quickly pressed the boy's arms back on the mattress and laughed when, with no other option open to him, the boy expressed his disgust by spitting at him.
"You really are quite difficult," Severus observed. "It's not at all an attractive quality in a prostitute."
"I am not a prostitute!" the boy yelled, struggling again but too skinny to upset his captor.
"I am afraid, my dear, that you are." The boy's eyes quickly widened and then narrowed; his lips were pressed into an angry line. "At least, you will be until you can pay Horace back what he spent on you, and that will not be all that soon if you discourage your customers in this manner. Perhaps we should dispense with these pleasantries. You have protested as your conscience admirably prompts you to, but I fear that your body is beginning to betray you."
The boy's blush coloured his pale cheeks beautifully and Severus almost took pity on him because of it. It was not the boy's fault that he was seventeen and unable to help responding to the gentle but firm rocking of Severus' hips.
"Please don't," the boy whispered, turning his face to the side and closing his eyes. "I'll never forgive you." It was disgustingly nobly said of the brat.
"Unfortunately I don't care about your forgiveness. I only care about my pleasure."
The boy gasped as he was manhandled again, and he pushed futilely against Severus' chest as he was pulled into the centre of the large bed. "I'll kill you!" he dramatically declared when Severus tried to kiss him.
Severus immediately pulled back and glared at the boy. His gaze was met by angry green eyes, which refused to look away. "I'll kill you," the boy repeated firmly.
Severus got up off the bed, leaving the boy collapsed in surprise on the mattress. He strolled to the door, aware that the green eyes were following him, hoping that he was about to leave. He could hear the boy's disappointment when all he did was turn the lock.
He turned back toward the bed. "Now, let us be sensible about this. Your uncle has sold you into prostitution. Your father's family have scribbled you out of the family tree, so your name is no protection. You are destitute. You are also trapped. I could do whatever I want to you within these four walls and nobody would care. I could kill you and all that Horace would demand is extra payment in compensation for the mess. You are at my mercy. You can either submit gracefully, or you can provoke me into doing something that I wouldn't particularly regret.
"This doesn't have to be unpleasant," Severus observed, smiling.
"It's sick and it's wrong!" the boy snapped back, obviously not swayed by Severus' speech. "Sodomite!"
"You are as offensive as your father was," Severus retaliated angrily.
He advanced on the bed again, but drew up short at the boy's next words. "You – you knew my father?"
It was tremulously said and made Severus respond before he had considered the consequences. "Barely, but yes, we were at Eton together, and then Oxford."
"What was he like?"
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, irritated that he had somehow let things get out of hand. "It doesn’t matter," he muttered irritably. "The man was an arrogant fool who got what he deserved. I tire of this. Come here!"
The boy cried out as he was once again clasped by his leg. Severus enjoyed the feel of the boy's ankle bones pressing into his palms.
"I will make this pleasurable for you if you behave yourself," he told the squirming youth. "Otherwise, I am afraid this is going to hurt, a lot."
"Don't!" the boy protested, managing to get a hand under Severus' chin, pushing his face away when he tried to kiss him. They struggled for a few moments, Severus letting the boy have his head for a moment in the hopes that he would tire. Then Severus' patience ran out and he unceremoniously dragged the boy onto his lap and clamped an arm about him.
Severus was sitting on the edge of the bed with the boy's back against his chest. He widened his legs, pushing the boy's, which were dangling on the outside of his own, apart. His grip around the boy's torso was tight and the youth was skinny enough that Severus was able to hold both his arms trapped with just one of his own. Severus' other hand was cupping the boy's genitals and was the reason why the boy had frozen.
It was a shame that Severus could not see: the nightshirt hid the precious handful from sight. However, what he could feel pleased him. The boy's cock and balls were nestled in a healthy bed of pubic hair and, as he brushed his fingers through it, the boy's hips jerked of their own accord.
"What is your name?" Severus asked, repeating his earlier question. He tightened his fist slightly.
"Ha- Harry!" the boy gasped.
"Now, Harry, I advise you to relax and enjoy yourself for the rest of the evening." Severus shifted his grip as he spoke and smirked against Harry's ear when he felt the boy's cock begin to swell.
"Please don't," Harry whispered, turning his head first one way and then the other in his denial. He accidentally turned his lips against the corner of Severus' mouth, and quickly turned his head away again. Leaning his face against Harry's cheek, Severus could feel the heat of the boy's blush and hear the quickening breath as his ministrations below coaxed a reluctant but obvious reaction out of Harry.
"Oh, don't," Harry moaned, his head falling back on Severus' shoulder, his voice huskier than before.
Severus kissed the side of Harry's neck. "Just relax," he whispered, kissing where the ear joined the jaw. He felt Harry's muscles tense, as though the boy were fighting against something, and then slowly, hesitantly, Harry's face turned towards him, and the kisses he had been placing along Harry's cheek found the boy's mouth.
Harry moaned into the kiss and his whole body flexed in a wave, pushing his back against Severus' chest and his hips in the air. Severus changed his grip on the boy's cock again and slowly began to pump it. Harry's hips moved restlessly, brushing the boy's delectable arse against the rising signs of Severus' own pleasure. It was that much sweeter because it had been harder won than usual, and Severus slipped his tongue between Harry's lips.
Slowly, seamlessly as they kissed, Harry turned around so that he was straddling Severus' lap, and his skinny arms clung to Severus' shoulders as he yowled and thrust into Severus' fist. Severus used his freed hand to pull up Harry's nightdress. He brushed his fingers over nipples that were already tight and Harry drew in a sharp breath, before mashing his lips clumsily against Severus'. Harry pulled away from the kiss again to utter a few louder cries of enjoyment, his face turned up towards the ceiling. Severus dropped the nightshirt and wrapped his hand around the exposed throat, feeling Harry's noises of shocked enjoyment vibrate against his skin.
Sensing the boy was fast reaching his limits he squeezed the prick in his hand, and looked down between them at the sight he had uncovered. The boy's pretty prick was as flushed as his face and shoulders, Severus watched as Harry jerked twice in his grip and then spurted between them, soiling Severus' richly embroidered vest and crisp shirt-front. The boy was mewling almost without pause and when Harry finally slumped against him Severus gathered him comfortingly in his arms.
He allowed Harry a few minutes respite, but then his own arousal prompted him to move and he carefully picked Harry up, turned around and sat the boy down on the spot he had vacated. He pulled the boy's night shirt off with little resistance. Harry looked charmingly like he was about to go to sleep. It was still without protest that Harry allowed Severus to coax him up the bed so that he was lying back against the pillows.
It was a lovely sight, and Severus made a mental note to tip Horace generously when he left. The boy's skin was pale except where it was flushed pink from his previous excitement. The warmer colour covered his face, chest and shoulders, part of his stomach, and the tops of his inner thighs. The boy's spent cock lay against springy black curls and Severus saw that Harry's armpits also had hair. It pleased him to see it as the youth's chest and navel were completely smooth. Without taking his eyes off the dozing boy he pulled at the bow of his wide cravat.
Harry was just beginning to recover himself when Severus lowered his naked body on top of him. He started, but Severus cupped his cheek and whispered the kind of romantic nonsense he normally disdained, but which helped to settle the boy's nerves again.
"It felt good before, didn't it?" he asked. Harry nodded, eyes shyly lowered. "I can make it feel even better than that if you let me."
"You're going to do it, whatever I say, aren't you?" Harry whispered, a spark of his previous fight returning to him.
"Yes," Severus told him brutally, but honestly. "I want you. Feel." He pressed his groin against Harry's thigh and the boy bit his bottom lip. He looked confused, and unhappily so. Severus kissed him to distract Harry from his thoughts.
By the end of the kiss Harry had wrapped his arms around Severus' shoulders again, and was hiding his face against Severus' neck. "Do it quickly," he begged.
Severus laughed and shook his head, peeling Harry off him and laying the boy back. "It will hurt if I do it quickly. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will." He wondered what he would do if Harry said no to him again. This was the first time that he had dealt with an unwilling whore. Even the child Horace had presented him with had been resigned to his fate and profession.
Harry seemed to be thinking, his brow creased with the effort of it. In the end, he nodded and relaxed against the pillows. It wasn't perhaps the most enthusiastic of acceptances, but it would do. He would made the boy want it as much as he did, he would make Harry moan like the wanton slut he would forever onwards be.
It didn't take long of alternating kisses, bites and licks against Harry's sensitive nipples for Severus to reduce the boy to the desired state. Abandoning his chest, Severus kissed down the smooth stomach to where Harry's cock was already bobbing with interest again. He kissed the tip, making Harry whine and jerk his hips. He grasped those hips, the edges of the protruding bone settling into his palms as satisfactorily as Harry's ankles had. He made Harry scream when he took the cock into his mouth and throat.
Harry was almost hysterical when Severus finally stopped torturing the boy. He gave the hard and throbbing organ a kiss of farewell and narrowed his eyes, smirking faintly at the sight the boy made. His arms were thrown out wide, and he had spread his thighs, digging his heels into the mattress as he had tried to thrust up into Severus' mouth. Satisfied Harry was more than ready, he reached for the fragrant oil that was waiting on the bedside table.
Harry seemed a little confused and worried by the intrusion of the first finger, but not pained. He wriggled about a bit, obviously unsure of the strange new feeling. Severus stroked his thighs soothingly and then worked in a second. This time Harry sucked in a breath, but then he was chewing on his bottom lip again, eyes flicking from Severus to the window and back again as though he wasn't sure whether he should be enjoying or hating the experience. He clutched Severus' shoulder when Severus found the spot that he had been searching for. Harry's short nails dug into Severus' flesh as he tried to deny his pleasure, and then he let go of his bottom lip and keened loudly.
"Noisy brat," Severus muttered in amusement, stretching Harry as gently as he could and feeling unfamiliar pangs of concern whenever it seemed it was finally too much for him. By the time Severus was pushing his rigid erection inside he was thoroughly disconcerted and almost withdrew at Harry's whimper. This was his first virgin, and as much as he had coveted the idea of breaking a boy in, the reality was not as sublime as he had naively thought.
He was sweating heavily when he was completely seated inside, and trembling as he hadn't since his own first time. Harry was shaking too, and Severus feared that he was hurting him. Then something suddenly changed. Harry flexed his hips upward and the boy let out a pathetic but happy whimper. Severus moved carefully, wanting to enhance that small happiness. He pulled out until only his head of his penis was inside and then thrust firmly back in. There was a louder cry, half-pained, but still half-pleased. Severus thrust a second time, then a third. By the fifth they had both found the best position and Harry babbled feverish and embarrassing encouragements between Severus' heavy curses.
"Brat!" he yelled when he felt impatient heels pressing against his buttocks. He hooked Harry's knees over his arms and thrust harder.
Moments later, Harry splattered his chest and stomach with his come, and Severus grunted. Left with only his own pleasure to satisfy he bent the boy almost double so that he could thrust as deeply as possible. Harry wailed as his prostate was pounded against again and again, and then Severus lost his rhythm completely and shouted a final curse.
He submitted to Harry's clinging arms and tears until the boy fell into an exhausted sleep, and then he got up and dressed. He retrieved his frock coat from the chair he had dined upon and fished his pocket book out of the inner chest pocket.
He withdrew an obscene amount of money from it, more than enough to free the boy from Horace's clutches, and tucked it into Harry's fist.
Stepping into his hallway an hour later, he observed to his butler, "Make preparations for the country in the morning, Weasley. I tire of London."