|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2008-01-21 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, rated: nc-17, sheena_bandy|
Happy Daft Day, rakina!
Title: Black Snake
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: BDSM, Sensory Deprivation, UST, Orgasm Denial, Dub Con (which is really consensual), Muggle devices.
Prompt/Summary: Harry goes to meet an online friend and finds himself at the mercy of the Black Snake of Slytherin.
Author/Artist's Note: I have no idea where the plot bunny came from with the plot I was given, but I certainly hope you like it, Rakina!
Harry's eyes stayed stubbornly shut as he waited for the inevitable hexing. What had he been thinking, meeting some random stranger? Sure, the war was over, and most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban, but that didn't mean that unpleasant surprises like this didn't still happen.
The deep voice echoed through the small hotel room and Harry jumped, not expecting the words to form anything better than a snide remark.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Snape growled, "Meeting someone you don't know in a place you've never been?"
"I..." Harry started, cutting himself off and opening his eyes to see the glare shot toward him. "What? Were you expecting someone else? You didn't know who I was anymore than I knew who you were!"
"Perhaps, but I am not a public figure." Snape drawled, stepping toward Harry, "There is not nearly so much for someone to gain by holding me hostage."
Harry looked up at the other man and frowned. It was incredibly irritating that they would be so conveniently placed together after five years, after everything they'd been through, just to start fighting again. The lame bastard hadn't even had the decency to die when Voldemort's snake had been happily chewing on his jugular. Harry had the horrible thought to tell him as much, but managed to hold it back out of the small desire to preserve his life.
"All you'd have to gain is a prison sentence, Snape!" Harry spat, refusing to step away as his former professor approached him.
"I assure you, Mister Potter," Snape drawled, glaring down at his former student, "I would have much more to gain than any kind of punishment."
As if to punctuate his words, Snape grabbed Harry by the arm and threw him toward the bed. Harry fell onto it, surprised by the display of strength, and stared back at the other man in awe. Snape reached the bed quickly and raised his wand, vanishing Harry's clothes in an instant.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Harry gasped, pushing himself away from the edge of the bed and standing up against the wall, bouncing slightly on the mattress beneath his feet. He covered himself with his hands and felt his face begin to heat. Somehow, with all his blood in his face, his cock still managed to twitch with misunderstood interest.
"I'm taking what I deserve. I did, after all, capture you." Snape raised his wand again and Harry's arms and legs were separated and chained to the wall behind him. He stood, spread out, with only his toes to hold him up on the edge of the mattress.
Harry protested loudly as Snape climbed onto the bed, walking across without the slightest disturbance of the less than firm surface. Harry closed his eyes and looked away, much as he had done upon seeing Snape walk in rather than the lonely muggle he'd agreed to meet there.
Snape cupped his half hard cock and laughed silently, his breath ghosting over the fringe of Harry's hair. Harry's eyes shot open, but no light reached them. He blinked into the darkness, guessing that the bloody Death Eater had taken his sight somehow.
"Get away from me, pervert!" Harry howled, throwing his head from side to side as he wriggled in his bindings.
"No." Snape whispered into Harry's ear. "Nor will I get closer."
Snape moved down to ghost his breath against a nipple as he let go of Harry's stiffening member and trembling sack. He continued down until he was breathing against the young man's thigh. Harry looked down with his big green eyes, unfocused. Snape smirked and blew directly onto the hardened cock. The boy yelped and thrust forward, his breath coming in heavy pants.
Snape went further down, blowing on every part of the lithe body in front of him. When he moved back up, he skipped over the now fully erect member and straight to the navel and up to the nipples. He blew on one nipple and heard a choked sob above him, looking up at the boy who had turned his head and closed his eyes again.
Not quite... Snape thought, moving up to ghost his breath against the boy's ear. He heard the breathing quicken and smiled, blowing straight along one of the outstretched arms and down into the armpit, making the boy jump.
Snape looked at the shaking body and decided, not too hastily, that he had a few choice spells he wanted to cast. His own needy organs were leaving him bereft of the concentration he needed for any non-verbal spells. He cast one last non-verbal spell and cut the Potter brat's hearing. The boy didn't need those senses until Snape decided it was necessary for his own enjoyment. He spoke several more spells, each one ghosting sensations over the boy's skin, though not nearly enough to bring any kind of completion.
By the time Snape pulled back again, the boy was trembling in his bindings, his feet barely keeping hold of the mattress on which he stood. He was making small noises of pleasure in his throat and Snape decided that now was the best time to return his senses to him.
Potter gasped when the light flooded his eyes and sound crashed into his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut and looked down, away from the source of light in the room. Snape caught the act and lowered the lighting till it was rather dim, but still enough to see. It was close to the lighting in Snape's own dungeons, though without the dangerous atmosphere.
When Potter realized that the light had been lowered, he opened his eyes again hesitantly and looked at Snape, who was suddenly standing straight in front of him. He looked up into the dark eyes and felt something in his stomach jump.
"Let me go." Harry said, his voice breaking as he struggled to stand as still as he could.
"You came here for a quick fuck, did you not?" Snape growled, letting his breath ghost over Potter's forehead. "You came here for a quick fuck with Black Snake, I believe."
"I didn't know that was You!" Harry spat, glaring up at the older man. His cock gave a twitch either way.
"I didn't know that Scar Face was the pathetic child I'd known so many years ago." Snape said, looking down his large nose at the boy and listening as the boy's breath continued to grow more and more ragged.
The bindings disappeared and Harry fell to the mattress ungracefully. He jumped past his former potions master and, once on the floor, jumped for his clothes, which had appeared on a table across from the bed. He pulled out his wand from his jeans pocket and pointed it straight at the older man.
"Are you going to hex me?" Snape asked, smirking. He knew full well that the boy would do no such thing.
"Leave me alone, bastard!" Harry screamed, disapparating from the hotel room, his clothes in his hand.
Snape watched as the room was suddenly empty. He lifted his hand to his nose and inhaled the scent of the younger man. The boy would be back. He could feel it.
Harry frowned, looking over at the clock next to his bed. This was the third time this week he'd woken so early, wet and sticky. He rolled away from the fresh wet spot in his bedclothes and reached for his wand. He cast some quick cleaning spells on the bed and on his pajama pants before he got up to venture to the bathroom. He could remember the dream vividly, as always. So vividly, in fact, that he had wondered at first if Snape had been invading his dreams.
He could almost still feel the collar around his neck. He shifted slightly, trying to hide the shiver that went down his spine. He grumbled as he crawled back in bed and went back to sleep.
The next evening found Harry standing outside the office door of the last person he would have wanted to see on any other occasion. He knocked and waited for the all too familiar "enter" before he opened the door and stormed in.
"What the hell, Snape!?" Harry growled, stomping to the desk, where the man was grading papers, "First you assault me at the hotel, and then you rape my dreams!? What the Hell!?"
Snape looked up at him calmly and smirked. "I assure you, Mister Potter, I have done no such thing."
Harry wanted to reach across the desk and strike the old snake. He balled his fists at his sides and glared for all he was worth, refusing to move from the spot until Snape admitted what he'd been doing and promised to stop.
"Perhaps you're dreaming of it because you really want it..." Snape suggested, his voice rough. Harry became instantly hard at the tone.
"And if that were the case!? What then, Snape!?" Harry screeched, not happy about how his voice was breaking, "Would you tie me up like the last time we met!?"
"You assume that I have some interest in you." Snape said, his voice almost casual. "I had been expecting someone else. You merely needed to be taught a lesson."
Harry stood in front of the man, jaw hanging, for several moments. When he finally caught up with what had been said, he closed his mouth and glared at Snape. How could he just toy with Harry like that and dismiss him so casually? Harry stood there, stubborn, until Snape finally got up and made to leave. Harry couldn't help looking down at what he'd been dreaming about for a week. It was as large as he'd imagined, and... Half hard?
Still angry, Harry went home. He paced his room for hours before he finally crawled into bed. Sleep brought no consolation. He woke again with sticky sheets and a spinning head. He rolled out of bed and fell to the floor before he bothered reaching for his wand. He got up and went to the shower, his trousers still sticky and wet, and turned on the tap. He didn't close the door or clean his bed clothes. He just waited for the tap to get hot, frowning at the mirror, vaguely displeased with the person he saw within. Who in their right mind had dreams about Snape? Something had to be wrong with him.
Even after he was rejected.
Harry dropped his trousers and stepped over to the shower, climbing in and not bothering to even close the curtain. He let the water wash over him, trying to get rid of the feelings that were plaguing him and had been plaguing him since that first night. He had been rejected by the one person he should never have even wanted.
He closed his eyes and tried to lose himself in the spray. For a moment, he could have sworn that the felt fingers gliding over his skin with the water. He sighed, trying to pretend that there were really hands that would want to run along his body, touching him. How long had it been since he'd had anyone? How long had it been since anyone had wanted him? Ginny? That had been years ago.
He'd had a chance. That one person who would talk to him online. Black Snake. If it hadn't been Snape, he would have at least gotten some. It didn't matter if it was something he didn't want. Hell, he would almost take a rape scene. He growled as the imaginary fingers ran along his hip bone and down toward his crotch. He was even starting to get hard, thinking of invisible fingers that belonged to no one, because no one wanted to touch the boy who lived.
The invisible fingers were apparently attached to an invisible hand, because that was exactly what grabbed Harry next. He bucked his hips and found himself being held still by another hand, which had just grasped his hip strongly. Harry let out a bit of a moan and told himself to find a therapist later to help him deal with this. For now, however, he could just enjoy the hands on him.
"Open your eyes, Potter." A deep voice drawled, breath ghosting over Harry's face.
Harry obeyed with a gasp and bucked his hips even harder when he saw Snape standing over him, still dressed on the space outside of the shower, a spell keeping the water away from him. He was wearing nothing more than his black trousers and a white buttoned up shirt. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, so that only the lower arms got wet as he molested Harry in the shower.
"What are you... What are you doing here!?" Harry tried to sound angry, but it didn't work real well as he tried desperately to thrust into the other man's hand.
"This is what you wanted." Snape said, his voice neutral and unconcerned.
Harry was pulled out of the shower by the hips, still dripping on the floor. He was led toward the bedroom and thrown haphazardly onto the bed. Suddenly, he really wished he had cast a cleaning spell, because he was now lying in the very evidence of his earlier dreams. He frowned and allowed the hands to ghost over the backs of his thighs and down toward his feet. The fingers traced his feet, every curve, before heading back up his legs and settling for a moment in the spot behind his knees.
Harry squirmed, trying to get the hands to go further up, closer to what had to be their eventual goal. He found himself helplessly thrusting against the bed, words spilling from his lips that he was sure were begging. Even as he thrust into the wet spot in his bed, he was begging to make it bigger.
That deep laugh brushed air against his buttocks and Harry was pulled away from the mattress. Though it was nice to be out of the wet spot, he was not so pleased to have lost the precious friction. He cried out and humped the air as he tried to force something, anything, to happen. He cried out to Snape, but no mercy was granted to his weeping cock.
"Quiet." Snape said, his voice deep against Harry's thighs. A ball gag immediately appeared in Harry's mouth, making him cry in frustration, gagged and suspended in the set position above the bed.
The strong hands ran up his thighs and to his buttocks, squeezing and kneading the trembling muscles. Harry whimpered behind his gag and shook his head, if only to move something. Snape didn't laugh at him this time, but had mercy on him, spreading his cheeks.
Harry waited for Snape to touch him, to do anything. The man just continued staring at Harry's most private spot. He held the cheeks apart to look, as though he were judging the quality of Harry's being by the shape and color of his puckered entrance. Harry moaned and tried to thrust, meeting only air. Snape's hands held his cheeks well in place as Harry's cock twitched and leaked onto the bed beneath him.
"What do you want?" Snape asked. Harry could hear the smirk in his voice, but couldn't help answering with moans and gurgles behind the gag, drooling some down his chin and making him blush furiously.
Snape blew on the puckered opening and Harry almost came on the spot. He cried and screamed and shook, trying to get some friction. Tears began leaking from his eyes as he desperately struggled, pleading without intelligible words that Snape just do something. He felt himself being lowered magically and tried to look around to see what the older man was doing.
Harry sobbed when he realized that he couldn't look, his head being held well enough in place by the other man's magic. The hands left Harry's buttocks and magic replaced them, holding Harry's cheeks apart without touching him.
It was at that point that things went dark. Dark and silent. Snape had cut off his sight and hearing again, and there wasn't even touch this time. Harry cried, though he couldn't hear himself. He couldn't even tell if Snape was still in the room. He waited in anticipation for something to happen, but nothing did. He whimpered and waited still, on edge and thinking that he could very well come if Snape would just breathe on him again.
Harry was shocked when his cock began to come on its own. He screamed in his silence as the sensations ripped through him, again and again. It could have been hours between, maybe days, but it felt like seconds. He screamed and cried behind his gag and shook and trembled. When the spells finally released him, he fell to the soaked bed and cried when he saw that Snape was nowhere to be found.
When Harry felt strong enough to move again, he crawled off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom for his wand. He cast a quick cleaning charm on the bed and sighed, looking around the room. A piece of parchment was sitting on his bedside table, a few drops of Harry's mess spilled upon it. Harry picked it up and looked, frowning slightly.
I believe I will be interested in a relationship with you. If you wish to continue, you will be my submissive. When we are together, you will be naked and likely bound. You will follow my every order, whether sexually or not. You will do nothing unless I give you permission. This means you will kneel at my feet, head bowed, until I address you. I will give you pleasure, but you will give all control over to me. If something is unacceptable, "Safe Word" is all you have to say and anything I am doing will stop. We will discuss why the play is unacceptable and we will move forward from there.
In addition, when you are alone, you will not come until I let you, nor will you perform any sexual acts without my permission. If you do so, I will know and you will be punished.
You should consider this letter a written contract between us. Sign your name at the bottom if you wish for our situation to continue. I will return at noon for your answer.Black Snake
Harry read over the letter again and took a few deep breaths. He looked at the small beads of come on the note and felt his heart jump. This wasn't a bad situation, really. He tried to picture himself kneeling by Snape's side, bound and teased, begging for Snape's permission to come.
He pulled out a muggle pen and took one last deep breath, signing his name at the bottom of the letter. The parchment disappeared and Harry felt magic wash over him, beginning with his feet, moving upward. The spell circled his cock and he could feel spells settling there before the magic moved up to curl around his throat. He felt the leather of the collar fall heavily around his neck and trembled, growing hard again.
"Oh Merlin!" Harry moaned, fighting the urge to touch himself. It was going to be a long night.