|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-24 10:56:00
|Entry tags:||alliekatgal, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day lilpadfoot16!
Prompt/Summary: Dubious Consent, a bit of angst, over 16
Author’s Note: Many thanks to jadzia7667 for the super speedy beta reading!
Remus watched as Harry all but stamped his foot.
“No! I won’t meet with that bastard! You can’t make me.” Despite the belligerence with which it was said, it still managed to come out as whinging.
Remus put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, trying to calm him.
“He’s on our side, Harry. You know he’s on our side. He’s been giving us information, helping us. Albus’ death allowed him to achieve a position of importance, of trust, and he’s been using that position to aid the Order.”
Harry ran his fingers thru his hair, trying to resist the urge to yell even more.
“Then you meet with him. Why bring me into it?”
“There’s some urgency to this information, and the full moon will prevent me from meeting Severus.”
Harry paced back and forth in the small room, hands clenching in his jumper. “But why me? He hates me, and he knows I hate him.”
“He trusts very few people. He’s been inside your head enough to know that despite how you feel about him, you’ll accept the information without compromising his safety. You’ll look past your own feelings for the good of the Order.”
Harry wondered how he’d possibly be able to meet up with Snape and not curse him. He’d had so many dreams of exacting revenge, dreams which had persisted even after learning that Snape was still aiding the Order. He longed to use some of Snape’s own special curses on him. But apparently he would be denied even the smallest retribution.
“Fine. When and where?”
Remus went over the details with Harry, urging him to remember that Severus was a vital member of the Order, and that without him they might never find all the horcruxes, let alone get close enough to Voldemort to destroy him.
Harry fiddled with the portkey ring as he waited in the dark, taking comfort in the knowledge that with just a word he would be far away from Snape.
Harry whipped around at the whisper of his name. Snape merely raised an eyebrow upon having Harry’s wand brandished in front of his face.
“Damn. Do you have to sneak up on me like that?”
“Yes, actually, I do. Now put that away before you hurt yourself.”
Harry had to force himself to tuck his wand away.
“Tell me whatever it is so I can get the fuck out of here.”
Snape paced around Harry, forcing him to turn in a circle to keep the man in his sight.
“Manners, Mr. Potter. I may no longer be your professor, but you will speak to me in a civil, respectful tone.”
Harry stared at him sullenly, refusing to apologize.
Snape stepped closer, until Harry could smell him and feel the heat of his body.
Harry moved backwards, and Snape followed until he was pressed up against a tree, Snape crowding him, causing his heart to pound furiously in his chest and his breath to quicken.
“I thought you had some information to pass along.”
“In due time, Mr. Potter. I believe we have some other business to attend to first.”
“What business? Remus told me to meet you here to get your report. That’s it.”
Snape laughed, a sound Harry had never heard before. “Not quite. There is the small matter of compensation.”
“Payment, Mr. Potter.”
“Payment? You’re a fucking Order member. You don’t get paid for doing your damned job.”
“I have spent the last four years doing much more than my job, Mr. Potter. And I have managed to spend the past year not only doing the Dark Lord’s bidding, but also keeping the Order apprised of what he is doing. I risk my life every day. I deserve reparation for that.”
Harry was confused. “Remus didn’t say anything about that to me. You’ll have to talk to him, because I didn’t bring anything-“
“You seem to be laboring under a false assumption. I do not require money. I need something more tangible, something more immediate.” His breath was hot against Harry’s ear. “Drop your trousers.”
Harry’s head cracked against the tree as he looked up in shock at Snape.
“You sick fuck! Go get your jollies with one of your Death Eater cronies.”
Hands slid down Harry’s sides, grasping his hips.
“You will cooperate, or you won’t be receiving any more help from me. Who knows what the effect of that would be? Will your friends die because you failed to transmit a warning? Will this war drag on; will you stand by as innocent people die because you failed to find the horcruxes? Would you be able to live with yourself if you stood by and did nothing? We all must pay a price, Potter.”
“I hate you. I hate you, and I would never choose this.”
“That’s where you are wrong. It is your choice. Decide now.”
Harry’s hands slowly rose to the clasp of his robe. He finally managed to undo it, shifting his shoulders to let it fall to the ground. The tree bark was rough against his thin shirt, the night air much cooler without the extra layer of clothing.
“Trousers.” Snape’s voice whispered over Harry’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Harry fumbled over the button of his jeans, then pushed them down, leaving him exposed to the night air. Snape’s hand was surprisingly warm as it grasped him, squeezing and pulling gently, making Harry want to push forward almost as much as he wanted to pull away. He hadn’t let anyone close to him for over a year, had only felt his own hands on his body for longer than he wanted to think about.
Harry could only watch in stupefied amazement as Snape sank to his knees and sucked Harry’s cock into his mouth, one hand splayed over Harry’s abdomen while the other held tight to his thigh. The night was no longer chilly and the bark against his back faded to nothing as Snape devoured Harry, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue nimble as it stroked him. In an embarrassingly short time, Harry was spilling into that sinful mouth.
Knees weak and head spinning, Harry allowed Snape to draw him down to the ground, onto his own robe. The wand against his arse left it cold and slippery. He arched up as Snape’s dexterous fingers began to probe him, squirming against the invasion. The burn of Snape’s cock was more than he had expected, the hand stroking his side and the whispered assurances against his neck even more so.
The discomfort of having his legs pressed up against his chest faded as Snape thrust forcefully. The warm tongue on his neck, the throb of his cock trapped between them, the hot pleasure as Snape hit just the right angle all combined to push Harry over the edge, leaving both their shirts warm and sticky. One last plunge and Snape stiffened over him, his breathing suspended for a moment before coming out as a soft groan.
It was only then that Harry realized he had been clutching Snape’s back, holding him close. It was an effort to release him.
Snape pulled out slowly and cleaned them both with a quiet spell. He helped Harry to his feet, buttoning the younger man’s jeans for him. He slipped one hand around the back of Harry’s head, pulling him in with one hand as he softly relayed his news, demanding that Harry repeat everything back. When he was satisfied that Harry would remember everything, he kissed him, savoring the way Harry responded to him.
Harry stayed for a few moments after Snape left, until his legs stopped trembling and his heart has slowed to a more normal pace. The faint taste of Snape’s tea still on his tongue and the residual ache in his arse were all that remained. Perhaps he would put up only a token resistance the next time Remus asked him to meet Severus.
Mod note: A huge thank you to alliekatgal for stepping in to pinch hit for this!