Fic: Severus' Pleasure - for bielol Title: Severus' Pleasure Author: The Wicked Wench of the Midwest Giftee:bielol Word Count: 11,782 Rating: NC-17 Pairing:Harry/Severus, implied Lucius/Remus Warnings: Post-Hogwarts, EWE, no book 6 or 7, slash, AU Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Harry is taken captive. Who would come to his rescue... Author's Notes: thanks to N.. for listening to me go silently crazy and beta.. and S, F, and S.. for reading. For the mods for having patience with me..
The pleasure of love is in loving. Francois de La Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680)
Somewhere in England... Location unknown.....
They stood in a circle, clothed in robes of deepest red. Only a single candle lit the dark room as the occupants stood in the shadows, untouched by the soft light. One voice rang out, feminine but strong.
"We begin as we began. The wizards and witches who have forgotten their duties to our world will be brought back into the circle. We will chain them to us and they will obey. No more will the Muggleborns and Halfbloods leave to return to the Mudanes. No more will they turn their backs on our ways and traditions. Their magic belongs to us. It makes them part of us. They will submit to us or they will die."
Another voice, this one deeper and male, "And the Purebloods who also defy us?"
"They shall share the same fate."
"No one will be aware, not until it is too late, not until we have a foothold in the Ministry."
"We take the lessons of the past Dark Lord and do things the way He should have... and the way we must."
"Agreed," all the voices rang out together.
"Our first to lead back into our hold shall be Harry Potter."
Harry Potter stepped out into the street and breathed in the fresh early morning air, stretching his arms out above his head. It had been a very long night in the Accident and Emergency Room. Two shootings. Three fights. Two crash ups with fatalities. He wasn't suppose to work the shift last night but Nigel had called in with the flu. Damn nasty business that was. Now they were short three doctors as well as five nurses.
And it was Halloween which for some reason, brought out the crazies in people. Be it drinking in the excess or doing something stupid.
His best friend Hermione was coming to pick him up for breakfast, then he would go home. He had the next twenty-four hours to himself before he had to be back for his next round of shifts.
He had called Hermione last night to have her walk Leo, his spotted great Dane before the dog had an accident, or worse, got antsy and decided to try to eat his favorite chair again. Luckily she'd been on her way home from her own job where she worked for the British Muggle Ministry as a liaison for the Magical side.
She kept watch over a book that recorded magical births and accidental magics of new little wizards and witches. If the parents weren't prepared to care for a magical child, then the child was placed with a Magical family, only after all avenues had been exhausted to keep the family together.
His female best friend was only one of a few people he kept in contact with after he left to live in the Muggle world. Especially when the finicky people got pissy with him for not joining the Auror program. He'd had enough of dealing with evil dark wizards. It was time to live his life how he wanted.
He kept up with his friends and those he called family. He hadn't spoken to Ginny since they fought over his studying for his A-levels. She couldn't understand why he chose to continue studying, and there were times when he hadn't either. But, when she called him a waste of a wizard, he walked out of the Burrow. Spending your life being bullied and verbally abused from his relatives had been more than enough. He didn't have to put up with it now, especially from someone who said they cared, and didn't.
He had enough to last him a lifetime.
Harry stood up and away from the wall as he saw Hermione's car come around the corner. He hadn't gotten very far into the parking lot when he was surrounded by red-robed figures. Startled at their appearance in the middle of Muggle London, Harry didn't have time to go for his wand before he was hit by several Stunning Spells.
Severus Snape was a man of many different sides. One could know him a lifetime and yet never know everything there was to learn about him. Where once an abused little boy stood, now there was a man of many facets. The gangly boy was a tall lean man with a well trained body. He'd worked hard everyday since he was sixteen, to train himself in self-defense, against the bullies...
And, against his own father's fists.
Everyday he rose early and trained in a room he had fashioned. Mats and dummies to practice and train. He ran in the early morning hours through the Forbidden forest.
When he returned to Hogwarts after the fall of Voldemort, he didn't retake the position of Headmaster. He left that to Albus. The old man was much better at the job than he ever was.
He was more content to teach the aspects of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
It was with the fall of Voldemort that many things came to pass. Such as new subjects and a return to the traditions that dated back to the time of the Founders. The new Board of Governors had closed the school for a year to rebuild the school and restructure the curriculum. So many things needed changing and updating.
The Muggleborns especially, were in need of better education on Wizarding traditions and customs, law, and lifestyles. They came to this new world with no knowledge. That changed. The living conditions for some of them, before coming to the wizarding world had to be reevaluated. Not every family was patient and understanding when a child began exhibiting magical ability.
Never again would a magical child grow up to hate the world. Not if they could help it. Madam Granger was head of an office that was forged from the fires of this new world. An office that was not housed in the Ministry of Magic, but the British Muggle Ministry.
Another thing that Minister Fudge felt was a thorn in his side. Answering to the Muggles and Muggleborn who was ranked higher than he was in the world.
Severus loved the justice of it all.
Not that the Ministry was still trying to rule them all with an iron fist. They didn't take kindly to the changes being made over the years. Some traditions being discarded along the way side. Laws that had taken away rights to some of the people of the magical world were thrown out.
Werewolves, such as Remus Lupin had a right to teach now. Something that he was very good at, something Severus himself grudgingly agreed with.
Severus had returned from his run and started practicing his assorted styles of martial arts. He stripped off his sweaty shirt, threw it to the side as he found his position, then dropped into his meditation.
He was almost complete when he felt someone enter into his room. They would have to wait.
Albus Dumbledore rushed out of his office, leaving Hermione Granger to wait for information on the whereabouts of Harry Potter. Luna Lovegood was currently scrying for his location. The Tracking Charm that Albus had placed on Harry years ago was gone. Someone had stripped him of the charm sometime after he was taken. So, there was only one man he could send who was capable to find and retrieve Harry. Someone he trusted completely.
As he quickly navigated the stone halls of the school, avoiding students as he went, Albus turned scenario after scenario over in his head trying to determine why the Ministry would have taken Harry.
He knew from a few quiet grumblings that there was those who were not happy that the Chosen One had take up residence in the Muggle World. Especially attending school there and then taking on what was clearly a very Muggle Job, where it was felt the young man's magic and talents were wasted. Others were upset that he hadn't married and fathered children, being an heir to not one but two ancient house's.
These were things they felt were his duty.
Albus stopped at the door to the Room of Requirement, and whispered his personal password to the door's guardian. He entered and stepped to the side and waited while Severus completed his exercises.
When he finished, he turned to the older wizard, "What is it, Albus?"
"It's Harry Potter. The Ministry had him kidnapped him from his job this afternoon, in broad daylight. Miss Granger witnessed it as she was pulling up to pick him up for their breakfast meeting."
Severus walked over and picked up his shirt, "Why would the Ministry take Potter?"
"I'm not sure, Severus. But anything is possible with them. Especially with Dolores spouting off the way she has been."
"What do you need me to do?"
"The Order is coming as we speak. Miss Granger and Lovegood are scrying for his location."
"The Tracking Charms?"
"He wasn't aware of them Severus. The kidnappers had to have removed them."
Harry woke up several hours later to a massive headache. All though he was far from being comfortable, he was tied down on what seemed to be a heavy table. From what he could see in the low light of the room, he was naked and painted with runes.
"Ah, awake finally, Mr. Potter."
Harry closed his eyes. He knew that voice. As long as he lived he would never forget that sickly sweet voice. "Umbridge."
"You haven't forgotten me, Mr. Potter. I'm pleased."
"What do you want with me?! What have you done?!" Harry kept his breathing even. If he didn't, he was going to have an all out panic attack.
"Why, Mr. Potter. Insuring the continuation of the Pure bloodlines. Yours of course and that of the Black's. To bring you back into the world in which you belong. Wandering off to the Muggle World and not not attending to your duty to your Ancient Houses is a blasphemy."
"You're barking." He hissed. "Finally gone around the twist, I see."
Delores Umbridge eyes burned for a moment. She had her wand at the tip of her fingers, itching to cast an Unforgivable on the man before her. He was as defiant as a child and he still insisted on baiting her. "I would watch what you say, Mr. Potter. I promised your new Mistress I would deliver you unharmed. She has great plans for you and your seed."
Harry's eyes widened. "OH HELL NO!"
"Oh yes, Mr. Potter. The ritual to bind you to her has already begun. When she arrives tomorrow, she will take you and finish the ritual. Then you will be her... husband... and slave... forever."
"You're taking away MY right of choice."
"No, we are bringing the Wizarding World back to order. Reigning in Wizards and Witches who are turning their back on OUR traditions. One by one, we will bring honor our back. Doing what the Ministry cannot do."
"Honor? You call kidnapping me and forcing me to bind with another not of my choosing, HONOR? How is it HONORABLE to forcefully take my Gift of First Rite' from me?! That's sacrilege against the Goddess!"
Delores stepped closer to the man, she ran a finger down his thigh, ignoring his outburst. "And such a fine looking young man."
"Don't touch me!" He pulled at his bonds, struggling to get free. "This won't work! You're insane!" Harry wanted to get far away from the look in the witch's eye.
"Too bad I had chosen someone else, or you would have the privilege of warming my bed."
Harry went ashen then turned a bit green as his stomach rolled. The mental image that filled his mind was much worse than any Cruciatus he had experienced.
"I envy your Mistress." Delores stepped back, "In twenty-four hours, Mr. Potter, everything will be much better. And you'll be much happier with her as your Mistress. She will take care of you and everything else so you won't have to."
The toad like woman turned and left the room. Closing the door on her way out, leaving Harry alone and very terrified he wouldn't be able to escape from the hell that was enclosing on him.
His body seized up when he saw a dark shape jump down from the ceiling to the floor.
Severus stood in the shadows of the Headmaster's office. He listened quietly as everyone tried to be heard first. Madam Granger was sitting down in a corner being comforted by one of the older Weasley men.
Everyone else was yelling and screaming in dismay trying to be heard over the others in the madhouse the office had become.
"SILENCE!" Albus roared.
As one, they all shut up and sat down.
Albus straighted his robe and gazed around the room. "As I've informed everyone, Harry Potter was kidnapped early this morning. The abductors wore red robes. Miss Granger wasn't close enough to see if there was any other identifying marks or crests on them. Kingsley and Mad-eye have looked at the pensive memory and they cannot identify any of the culprits either."
"Why should we care who's taken him?" Nymphadora Tonks spoke harshly. "He chose to leave us. He shouldn't be our problem."
"That's bright of you Nymphadora!" Hermione snapped into the silence at her comment. "Didn't Harry save your life? What three times?"
"We should care because he gave up his life for our world and he is one of us," Luna stated, those huge blue eyes missing nothing. "We owe him now. Quite close to a Wizard's Debt really..."
"We owe him nothing. He should have stayed here and done his duty to the Wizarding World!" The plum-haired Auror snapped.
"And what duty would that be?" Severus asked stepping out of the shadows.
Tonks glared but said nothing. Remus could be heard growling low in his throat, from where he was being restrained by Lucius.
"Have we found where they've taken him?" Lucius asked, as he pushed the Were down into his chair.
Luna cleared her throat getting every one's attention on herself. "Scrying tells us he's being held somewhere near Dover."
"We don't know how many are holding him. What they've done to him. Too many unknown factors," Kingsley said as he rubbed his chin in thought.
"And how much time we have," Mad-Eye growled.
Luna didn't like the look on Tonks' face as she watched her. Something wasn't right there. "Headmaster, may we take a small break?"
"That is an excellent suggestion. I will have the elves bring tea."
After everyone wandered away to stretch, or talk, or visit the loo, he pulled the former Ravenclaw into a side room. "What is it my dear?"
"I sense that Tonks knows more than she's telling. Any plans we make to rescue Harry might be thwarted. We should send a fake team out on a wild goose chase and another in secret to where we think they are actually holding Harry."
"Do you think Tonks is a part of this unknown group?"
"Very astute of you, Luna. And a very good plan as well."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
"Let me call in Severus. He'll be the best man for the job."
"The only man for this, Headmaster."
Severus Snape watched as that horrid creature left the room where Potter was being held. She was still as loathsome as he remembered. He had listened closely to the conversation and watched as she touched him. It took all of his self-control to keep from hexing the harpy on the spot.
He waited a few moments more before jumping down from his perch near the ceiling. He had found a window that he enlarged to crawl through. He glided on silent feet towards Potter who lay there trembling from both cold and fear. Severus felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. All that happened since this morning would be enough to send a normal man screaming. But Potter was far from normal. He had endured far more than this already in his young life, but he still didn't deserve this.
Even though he often told friends that he wanted to be 'Just Harry', only a very few actually saw and treated him as such.
In the darkness of the room, all Harry could see was a dark figure moving towards him. His nerves had already reached their limit and now his mind was playing tricks on him. Now a wraith was coming to finish him off before Umbridge could, with her wild visions of grandeur.
A hand came up and settled on his chest. He shivered, not from the cold but from the gentle touch. "Who are you?" Harry whispered. His throat dry.
"Snape," Severus stated. "We don't have much time. I am not sure when they will return."
Harry relaxed. He was safe. Snape was always there when he needed him. Even if he hadn't known it from the beginning. Then he remembered his nudity and blushed, his face and entire torso turning a deep pink. He prayed his cock would behave.
Severus pulled a vial from his pocket and transfigured it into a robe. Casting a Cutting Hex on Harry's bonds to free him, he helped him up and handed him the clothing. Harry quickly pulled on the robe. When he tried to stand he slid to the floor. He had been laying so long, he legs had lost all feeling.
"Damnation," he muttered.
Harry never cried. Never. Even today when he woke up tied up and stretched out like an ritual offering for sacrifice. But now that he was almost free of this nightmare, he wanted to cry in frustration.
"Come along, Potter," Severus whispered. "We don't have much time."
Harry tried standing again, leaning onto Snape for support. "I'm trying."
"Git." Harry grumbled as he tried to stand up.
Severus took Harry's arm and pulled it across his shoulders and started moving. "Come along." At the window, "Give me your foot and I'll hoist you up. Grab the edge and pull yourself through. Can you do that?"
"If it kills me."
"Lets hope not. Madam Granger will be most displeased if you died."
Harry snorted in amusement as he grabbed the ledge and pulled. Severus watched as he scrambled out the window, then followed shortly himself. Outside in the fresh air, Harry breathed deeply. He wasn't free, not by a long shot. But close.
"Where to now?" he asked as Severus appeared next to him. "I can feel the wards. Strong ones too."
"I found a small hunting cottage nearby. Out of range of these wards. We'll travel there on foot. The night is almost gone. We will wait through the day and leave tonight. They'll expect us to leave now and try to trace the portkey."
"I take it a portkey is going to leave here shortly?"
Delores walked with the other woman down to the lower level of the large mansion they were using. "It was easy to take him."
"I'm pleased. I've word that they are on a wild goose chase to Dover thinking he's there."
"Let them look, Madam. They won't find him until it's too late to do anything. By then he'll be under our control."
"I hope you didn't hurt him in anyway."
"Of course not. Though he is a delicious little morsel, if I do say so myself."
The other woman turned and glared at Delores, "I will not share him."
Delores swallowed her disappointment at being denied. But brightened when she remembered that soon she would have her own pet. They stopped before a closed door, Delores reached out and opened it. "We've done the ritual runes for..." She stopped speaking when she realized that Potter was gone.
"Bad business, Delores. All of our plans will go up in smoke if he's not found before he makes it back to the Order and Dumbledore. When they see the runes, they will know what would have happened. Then where will we be!? Find him! Now!"
"Yes, Madam." Umbridge ran off as fast as she could, calling for the others to search.
The other woman scowled, even on her beautiful face, it made her look ugly and evil. They'd been had. The search team to Dover was a decoy. She gathered her robes, spun around, and followed after the other woman. They couldn't search for long, if the Order knew where they were then everything would be in jeopardy. Getting Potter out might have been a part of the diversion. They would, and could be, attacked any moment.
They stayed close to the trees as they walked through the thick foliage. Harry followed as quietly as he could trying to keep up with Snape's quick pace. Until he tripped over a thick root, and down he went. Evidently he hadn't regained full control of his leg muscles yet. "Bloody hell," He muttered. Grimacing against the pain in his knee.
"Come on, Potter. Almost there." Severus had reached down to help him up.
"I think I twisted my knee." But Harry stood up and grunted. He tuned out the pain followed after Snape. He was not going to complain.
Stopping in his tracks to let a limping Potter catch up, Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, and growled. "Bloody hell."
He had to do something. He grabbed Harry's arm, making him look at him.
"Not a word. To anyone, Potter. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded, frowning for a moment, as the air around Snape shimmered and began to move. His eyebrows rose up and disappeared into his messy hair.
"Oh Goddess...!" He exclaimed as he stumbled back.
Severus Snape was an Animagus! Before him was a beautiful black lion, with a mane so lush and long. Dark eyes, just as black, and full of intelligent cunning, peered out at him. He reached out a hand to touch the mane, but pulled his hand back at the last minute.
"What do you want me to do?"
Severus growled and bumped Harry with his body. Harry caressed the sleek animal with his hand. The lush mane was full and somewhat soft. The stiff hairs had a bit of texture to their surface. It was... interesting. The gentle beast purred beneath his hand. Harry dropped to his good knee and laid his head on the strong back. "I'm going to loose it, Snape."
Severus bumped him again and crouched down.
"What do you want?" Harry frowned. "Do want me to... ride on your back? You're gonna carry me?" Harry's widened. "Are you sure?"
The lion purred louder, and bumped him a third time.
Harry pulled himself over Snape's back and held on as he steadied himself. Slowly Severus stood up and began walking through the thick forest. Harry closed his eyes, letting the steady gate, the warm body, and velvety purr sooth his tired nerves and bruised body.
Harry wasn't sure how long they trekked through the woods as he drifted in and out of sleep. When they finally came to a stop at a run down cottage, Harry slid to the ground, trying to avoid putting weight on his injured knee. Severus transformed back to himself, helping Potter into the cottage, and onto the bed in the corner.
Harry sat up pulling the robe up to see if he could assess the damage to his knee. Swollen and bruising. Harry went to grab his wand, but suddenly remembered, "My wand! Damnit! It's gone. It's still back at that place. When they took my clothes, they took my wand!"
Severus pulled a bundle out of a side pocket of the coat he was wearing. "I scouted the place first, before finding you. I found your things. I commend you for continuing to carry your wand."
"I learned one thing from Mad-Eye, never go anywhere without your wand. And just because I don't live in the Magical World doesn't mean I don't live as a Wizard, Snape. I keep it in the inseam of my scrubs. I can pull it quickly, but those men or whoever they were got the jump on me pretty quick..." Harry frowned in concentration, before asking, "How long have I been out? Gone?"
Taking a deep breath, "You were taken early this morning. Madam Granger saw the incident and reported it to Albus and the Ministry. The English Minister is not happy about a kidnapping in broad daylight."
"Do they know who did it?"
"Kingsley and Mad-Eye reviewed Madam Granger's memories. But, they did not recognized anyone. We believe there were using glamours under the hoods to distort their features."
"What do they want with me, Professor? I haven't done anything to put myself in the spotlight for quite sometime. The only thing I could get from Umbridge...," Harry shivers in disgust thinking of that vile woman. "That someone wanted to make me a pet or slave."
Severus nodded in agreement, "I heard her conversation with you. It seems there is something amiss in our world."
Harry's eyes widen. "Another Dark Lord?"
"Umbridge said Mistress.. so, I would assume that its a woman."
"Bella is dead. Hermione made sure of that."
"It isn't Umbridge. A leader of this type needs charisma and a certain type of charm to draw followers..."
"And that woman has absolutely none of either!"
"Agreed. There are not that many women with that type of personality who would have the will or means or power behind them to attempt this."
Severus turned to look at Harry. "I want to look at those runes they painted on you. To get a notion at what they were up to. A clue to what their plans are?"
"Of course, Professor."
Harry grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, then pulled off the robe, blushing slightly. Memories of the past played in his mind's eye. He shivered slightly in the cool air of the cottage.
"Do you think its an unmarked Death Eater?"
Severus thought for a moment. He and Lucius knew every follower. They'd made a point of knowing who they were dealing with. It had taken some time but they eventually identified everyone, and the basic information about each, including the ones who hadn't taken the Mark.
"No I do not. I'm not sure what type of plot they have planned. Taking you might just be a beginning of their plans. Umbridge did say something about bringing back order. And she mentioned your duty to the two houses you are head of."
Severus rubbed his chin in thought. "You have a good point there. There has been bit of an uproar with the changing of the laws. The Ministry's changing of them and installing new controversial ones."
Harry turned so Severus could have a better look at the runes painted all over his body. "Interesting. Some of these, from just a glance, appear to be some that have been banned from use and declared dark for over three hundred years."
Harry took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Then someone has access to a very dark library."
"One of the older families, I would assume." Severus glared as he identified others. "Master and slave runes. Mind altering. Fertility and vitality. Binding of magic and free will. Whoever this is, wanted you to be completely under her control."
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered.
"We are dealing with a group that is playing for keeps, Potter." Severus wiped away the offending and most dangerous runes. But left the rest in place until they returned to Hogwarts. If on the off chance they were captured before they could get away, then they would rush to get Potter under their control and wouldn't take the time to recheck the runes.
"Do you happen to have some water? I've not had anything to drink or eat since early last night on my break."
Severus pulled another object from one of his pockets and enlarged it. "I've food and water." He offered Harry a bottle of water and a packet containing a sandwich with crisps.
"Get some rest while you can. I'll keep watch."
Severus stood by the window as a silent sentinel as Harry took the transfigured robe and laid down on the bed. Sleep had been so long ago, that he was resting quietly in no time.
The two hooded figures waited till the others returned from searching the building and surrounding area. "We found nothing, but there was the trace of a portkey that was activated about forty-minutes ago."
"Disperse. We meet in two days. We will allow things to settle down before we move on again with our plans."
"As you wish," they echoed before they disappeared.
"He's still here. I know it. The portkey was also a diversion."
Delores glanced at her companion before speaking, "What is your counsel then?"
"We back off and let them think that we are afraid. Then we take them all at once. There will be no waiting next time. The rituals will be ready to perform within an hour of their abductions."
"Wise counsel, my Lady."
He could smell the dank and dark cell. Could feel the cold and dirty water that seeped through the stone wall he was chained to. He could hear the scratching of clawed feet as they scurried around him in the dark. He was so cold. The hunger was nothing. He was used to going days without eating.
But he hated the dark. And they had taken his clothes.
Moment by moment the words of the Death Eaters were eating away at him. At his soul. The Dark Lord was done fighting with him. His plan was to make Harry submit to him. Become his pet. Break him.
He had been strong for so long. Through his years at the Dursley's and Hogwarts. Now this. How much more can a man take before breaking.
The iron door scrapes on the stone floor as it opens. The light flares around the figure as he steps into the room. "Finally, Potter. I have you right where I want you."
"NO!" Harry yelled as he sat up in the bed, gasping for breath. He gathered himself pulling his knees up to his chest and started rocking back and forth. Mumbling, "No. No. No."
Severus turned from the window where he had been mulling things over in his mind, trying to figure out whom was causing trouble.
"Damnation!" He strode away from the window towards the bed. He reached out and touched the other man on the shoulder causing him to cringe.
"NO! Don't hurt me! Please," he begged.
Severus quickly toed off his boots and slowly made his way onto the bed so as not to spook Potter anymore than he already was. His voice soft and deep, he spoke again. "Potter... Harry. Listen to me."
"No. No. No. Don't touch me."
"Harry. You're not in Voldemort's dungeon. He's gone. He can't hurt you."
Harry kept breathing fast and deep.
"You killed him. Destroyed him. Remember?"
"Yes. But he still haunts me," Harry whispered. His eyes still wide and unseeing.
Severus slid behind Harry and brought him close to his chest. Stretching out his legs on either side of the other man, he rubbed his hand up and down his arms in a soothing motion. "Clear your mind, Harry. Take slow deep breaths. Think of your inner sanctuary. The one place where no one can hurt you."
Harry took one slow breath after the other each, deeper than the last one. Till he took one deep shuddering breath. "I haven't had a dream like that one in a very long time," Harry said from his place curled up around Severus. "Why can't they leave me alone? I just want to be a wizard and a Doctor. A simple man with simple dreams."
Severus was looking out into the darkness of the woods that surrounded them. They could have portkeyed away soon after they arrived at the cottage. Far away from any pursuers. Deep down as he was readying himself to rescue Harry, he knew that keeping him away from everyone for a night might be best.
Potter wouldn't be in the mood for coddling and hugs or being smothered, or the questioned when he returned to the castle. He and Lucius had done the same when they had to retrieve both Draco and Harry from the Dungeons of Voldemort's stronghold. It gave the young men time to wind down and regroup before facing everyone.
The mad man had plans on making both young men his pets. It was at that moment they decided that their spying days were over.
"Make love to me."
Severus almost sputtered, "Harry..."
"Don't tell me I don't know what I want. I do. I've wanted you for the longest time." Harry turned his head so that he was looking at Severus. "I've kept my feelings to myself. Because I was afraid you would reject me."
Severus searched the face before him.
"I don't want my first time taken from me by some greedy power whore. I want you. I have since Fourth Year..."
Severus opened his mouth once more...
"Take away the bruises and pain... give me real memories of what lovemaking is supposed to be. Please."
Severus looked deeply into emerald green eyes. Pleading eyes.
"I'll take you anyway I can Severus. Even if it's only for tonight."
"Why me?" Severus asked. "There are more handsome men. Someone who..."
"Who what, Severus? I know you're a powerful and passionate lover. Looks have nothing to do with that... even though you are very attractive to me."
"How?" Severus asked, stunned.
"I saw you with Lucius."
"Oh, do tell, Mr. Potter," Severus purred. "Is this why you accepted Lucius as...What was it you said that day? One of the good guys?"
Harry lift a hand, caressed Severus' cheek, brushing against the rough shadow of beard on the older man's face. He found it sexy.
"I was coming down to the Potions lab for Dreamless Sleep. I entered through the secret door and there the both of you were. He was down on his knees before you. Worshipping you. All this dark and pale flesh contrasting against each other. I was mesmerized and so excited. I know I should have left and came back later. Or gone on to Poppy. But I couldn't take my eyes away. You exuded such... charisma, and Lucius... he seemed overcome by it."
"Lucius... was a competent lover. And greedy."
"You held his head between your hands, caressing his long pale hair. Holding it away from his face, as he..." Harry's voice trailed off as his face flushed. He looked down at his hands. "He swallowed you whole. Like he couldn't get enough."
"Like I said, Harry. Lucius was very greedy."
Harry's body was warm. Even warmer lying next to Severus. He could feel the thrum of magic sparking along his arms and legs. Harry turned and spread his hands over Severus' chest, and stared at his lips. He wanted to taste those lips. His gaze slid up to Severus'.
"Stop thinking and just kiss me, Severus."
Severus' gaze slid to Harry's mouth, as he pulled him closer. Leaning down, he covered Harry's mouth with his own, and kissed him slowly at first, waiting to see how he would respond. Harry smiled just a little into the kiss before he moaned in pleasure. Severus took that as a sign to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along Harry's lips, begging entrance. Their tongues met, and he decided he loved the taste of Harry.
Severus turned them so he was laying in between Harry's legs being cradled by this loving young man.
"Too many clothes Severus." Harry whispered against his lips.
He moaned when their skin touched, their clothing disappearing in a burst of wandless magic. Moving between Harry's legs, he aligned their erections, feeling the delicious friction as they moved together. He felt lips on his throat, kissing up to his ear.
"Teach me, Severus. Show me."
"Oh I will, Harry." he breathed as he began kissing his way down Harry's body. He licked a puckering nipple, following with a warm breath across the tight nub. Harry hissed as he arched off the bed, and Severus smiled against his skin.
The realization that something so simple could arouse him so much, amazed him and he loved it, wanting more. Harry gasped again as he sunk his fingers into Severus' hair, holding his head close as the man's tongue teased his other nipple. His body could not stay still.
Whimpering when the delicious sensation finally stopped, he hesitated at releasing Severus' head, until he realized a trail of kisses was being placed down his abdomen. His erection gave a jolt of excitement and he spread his thighs. The sensation of that tongue running up the length of his cock made his breath catch, then he cried out when he was swallowed and deepthroated in one go. If his hips hadn't been pinned, Severus would have choked.
Oh, Harry tasted wonderful! He was particular as to whom he did this for, and he prided himself on his skill. But no one had ever reacted like this. Harry's entire body was trembling, and he was making the most delicious sounds, that varied depending on what his did with his tongue and lips. He let up a bit, changing to gentle licks and nibbles, stroking the trembling thighs to calm Harry.
Murmuring a wandless spell to stretch and lubricate, he carefully slid a finger inside of Harry, stroking gently. Harry's response was to spread his legs more and arch toward that finger, so he pulled out and added another finger. Stroking slowly, he pressed lightly on Harry's prostrate, as he began to suck again. Harry moaned aloud, torn between bucking up and pushing down on those fingers. Reaching down with his other hand, he tugged gently but firmly on Harry's scrotum, pulling off to look up at the younger man.
Deep green eyes blown wide with arousal stared intently at him, pleading, as Harry emitted something between a whimper of frustration and a sigh of relief. His body shown with a sheen of sweat, dark hair damp around his face. Harry's hands fisted in the bedding, as his hips continued to pump against those fingers up his arse. The sight made him rub his own erection harder against the bed.
"S-Sev'rus, please! M-More... anything!"
He pulled back again and inserted a third finger, stroking and stretching, his other hand again wrapped around the underside of a strong thigh, as he watched Harry's face. Flushed face and chest, lips red and kiss-swollen, those deep green eyes focused on him; it was a beautiful and very arousing sight. He couldn't wait any longer to be buried deep inside this young man.
He removed his finger and rose to move up Harry's body, dropping kisses along the way. Harry moaned and whimpered, his arms and legs moving to pull Severus closer to him. His lips sought Severus', kissing him hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of him.
Pulling away, he moved up between Harry's legs, pushing those muscled thighs up toward his chest, and leaned down close to Harry's face.
"Shhh... calm yourself." He brushed a kiss across each of Harry's cheeks. "Are you sure about this Harry? That you want to give your first time to me... and not someone else?"
Harry nodded and whimpered. Severus kissed his chin.
"I need you to say it for me, Harry. Tell me this is what you want."
Harry took a deep breath and blew it out, trying to clear his thoughts, and looked into Severus' eyes, his own gaze a bit more lucid, as he spoke.
"Y-Yes, Sev'rus. I want you... to be m-my first. P-Please, take m-me. I want th-this!"
Severus nodded, placed Harry's legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with Harry's body. Guiding himself, he pushed in slowly as he took Harry's mouth in a deep kiss to distract him from the stretch and burn. Harry whined and broke the kiss.
"Shhh..." Severus stopped moving, and rubbed his hands up and down Harry's thighs. "Take deep breaths and bear down against me. It will help." He watched him take a deep breath and release it, then nod.
He pulled out slightly and pushed in again, syncing his movement with Harry's breathing. Eventually, their bodies met and fit perfectly. Severus remained still, watching Harry's face, as he reached down to stroke his wilted erection. After a half dozen or so strokes, and steely patience, he felt Harry's hips buck toward him, prompting him to move.
More than happy to be able to finally oblige him, Severus pulled out and thrust in, causing Harry's eyes to widen and his mouth to open in an 'O' of pleasure. Spurred on, he thrust rhythmically and deeply into the welcoming body, as Harry reached up to grab fistfuls of hair and pull him into another hungry kiss.
It wasn't long until Harry was breaking the kiss to moan and babble gibberish, as Severus stroked into him making sure to hit his prostrate on every other stroke. He was in Nirvana himself. Harry's body felt so good and so tight around him, caressing his cock as he pushed into him and pulled back again.
He scooted closer to Harry, bracing his legs better, and leaned in, gripping Harry's legs firmer, and began to thrust faster and harder. Harry threw his head back and moaned, reaching up to grip Severus' upper arms. Their orgasms were approaching quickly. Both lost in the sensations of the moment, neither noticed the glow of magic around them as certain runes on Harry's body seemed to glow from within. As they climaxed, shouting into the night, several runes appeared on Severus' back, glowing brilliantly, before disappearing into his skin.