unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in stirs_of_echo, @ 2010-07-30 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | fics, harry, severus |
Fic: Fast As I Can, Part 2
Title: Fast As I Can
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Summary: Set about six months after Severus found Harry in June of 2003. Harry is improving and his emotions and senses are reawakening as well. Harry tries to cope the best way he knows how while Severus questions whether or not he can remain emotionally uninvolved.
Warnings: Figging, self-harm, BDSM, object insertion, discussion of Mpreg, mentions of past abuse,
Severus started the pot on the stove again, inhaling the scents of the meat and vegetables as the mixture began to simmer once again. He finished removing the jackets from the potatoes, cut them up and set them to boil in a separate pot. He stabbed a carrot, parsnip and a few peas to check for doneness then stirred in some corn flour to thicken the gravy. He looked up from the stove to eye Harry hunched over at the table scribbling on parchment.
Severus wondered if Harry realized what a precious gift he would some have to give to someone. It made him ache to think that Harry would one day want to leave and he would miss the boy terribly. It was then that it hit Severus. "Fleymann's gene!" he said suddenly. "I knew it would come to me. Have you ever been tested for that, Harry?"
"Fleymann's? What is that?" Harry asked as he looked up from the book he was reading. He marked his place in the book and watched the taller man standing in the doorway. He did recall Master Morgan screaming at him for being a defective freak.
"I don't know for sure Sir, Master Morgan took blood from me and then called me a defective waste of flesh," he said after a moment and shrugged. He'd never known what would please Master Morgan or set the man into an abusive frenzy, but he'd learned to always place himself lower than rubbish and it kept him from being hurt badly at times. "Is Fleymann's fatal?"
Severus made a face and then turned to Harry. "Master Morgan was a waste of skin." He muttered softly. He walked over to the table and sat down. He pulled Harry into his lap. "Fleymann's is a very special condition bestowed to certain wizards that are homosexual. If that is truly what you have Harry then it makes you even more precious than you were before." He smiled and tipped Harry's face up to meet his. He leaned forward and kissed Harry's scar. "It is not fatal but allows you to create life, Harry."
Harry felt warmth run through him as Sir pulled him to his lap, he so liked to be touched when it didn't hurt. "Boy is nothing without someone to serve," he said softly. That fact had been beaten into him over the previous years with Morgan and before that with all the years with the Dursleys. Without someone to serve, he was lost. This Fleymann's thing would just be one more thing in a queue of many that would make him stand out from normal and he found himself wishing he could just be normal.
Still sitting on the Potions Master's lap, he pulled his parchment to him and began to work once more, the gentle rise and fall of Sir's chest behind him soothed him and he could concentrate better. "My essay is nearly finished Master," he said softly, not wanting the closeness to end.
Severus nodded and looked back over at the stove. He pulled Harry back against his chest and held him for a minute. He lifted Harry and set him back in the other chair. “Let me get the pie in the oven and then we’ll talk more about Fleymann’s.”
Deftly, Severus drained the potatoes and mashed them with real butter and cream like he had seen Grant do. He set then aside and placed a casserole dish on the counter. He set the oven to gas four and tipped the meat and vegetable mixture in the dish. The rich meaty smell filled the kitchen and he scooped out large fluffy spoons of potatoes on top then spread them around creating little peaks of potato mountains.
He scalloped the edges of the potatoes as well and set the dish in the oven. He set a Timer Spell for thirty minutes then began to clean up the pots he had used cooking. “Finished, Harry?”
The smell of that night's supper was wrapping itself around Harry and he found his mouth watering in anticipation of his Master's cooking. "Master, may I help you, Sir?" he asked as he put the stopper back in the ink bottle and carefully cleaned the nib of his quill.
Cooking was something he'd done very little of for his Sir. While he had been with Master Morgan, he'd tried to cook once and had been beaten badly for wasting the food and creating something the dog would not even bother sniffing. He was afraid of attempting to learn now, even though he was sure this new Master would never harm him for that. He heard the water running in the sink and got to his feet hurriedly. He'd been lax and not paid enough attention to Sir. Nearly running to the little kitchenette, he plunged his hands into the water and began scrubbing.
"This boy is sorry Sir, he wasn't paying close enough attention to when he needed to be in the kitchen," he murmured as he rinsed the knives Sir had used and went back to scrubbing the pots.
Severus looked at the young man. "Harry, quit apologizing. I can do things for myself and I wanted you to finish the essay. Besides we were going to talk more about the Fleymann's. I wanted to finish this up before hand." He pulled Harry's hands from the water. "Rinse your hands and then go set the table." He nudged Harry from out of in front of the sink and waved a hand at him. "Go on. You've done nothing wrong."
Harry backed away from Sir, confusion on his face, but he did as he'd been told. He took Sir's place setting and laid his place at the head of the table, going back to the cupboard to take his plastic plate from where it sat behind Sir's china. When he'd first arrived, he'd been lost without his slut bowl, too afraid to take food from a real plate, Severus had finally understood and picked up a plastic plate and bowl for his use and then Harry would eat small amounts of food. Harry laid the silverware at Sir's place and a spoon at his own.
"Sir, do you wish wine with your meal this evening?" he asked as he stood in front of the glassware and considered his selection, waiting on the older man's answer.
Severus looked over his shoulder at Harry and nodded. "Get the Chianti, Harry. Would you like a glass as well?" He rinsed and dried his hands and moved to sit at the table after checking the timer. "You can help me when I finish the pie, how does that sound?" He pulled out his chair and sat, sighing. He looked to the clock and realized that it had been an extremely long day and he was suddenly very tired. Merlin, he was glad that classes were out and he would have to remember to turn off his alarm charm so they could sleep in tomorrow. He stretched his long legs out in front of him, turning his ankles in his boots.
Harry carefully took down one wine glass and retrieved the opened bottle of wine from the night before, setting both at his Master's place on the table. Cocking his head, he noticed the tired look on the older man's face and the way he shifted in his chair. Silently, Harry went into the bedroom and picked up Sir's slippers from their place beside the bed and brought them back in with him.
Kneeling, he picked up one long, booted foot, and carefully pulled the black boot off, setting it to one side and placing Master's foot in his lap before he did the same with the other foot. His head bowed and a small smile on his face, Harry began to massage his Master's feet, taking care to not tickle, but to give firm kneading strokes to his instep and then ankles. At the small sound of contentment the young boy heard, he felt his smile grow larger before he ended the foot rub and carefully placed Sir's slippers on his feet before taking the boots in to set them beside the wardrobe. After washing his hands, he returned to his Master's side and stood waiting.
Severus smiled lazily in contentment and pulled Harry into his lap. He rubbed the thin back and kneaded the small shoulders. "Now did you have any more questions about the Fleymann's or anything else that has happened today?" Something dawned on him. "Go get your essay and let me read it."
Harry hopped off of Severus' lap and picked up his essay from where he'd placed it on a shelf of the bookcase. "Here Sir," he said softly, handing it to him and then kneeling at his feet to await his judgment.
It was so different here. Here he was allowed clothing and he still felt as if he were doing wrong by covering what little he had to offer to his Master. He did the best he could though and framed himself with upturned palms, pulling the material tighter over his groin to show he had his body under control once more. With his head down and eyes focused on the edge of the rug, he waited quietly.
Severus read over the essay, his foot shaking back and forth as he nodded to some of Harry's discussion. He finished the essay and set it face down onto the table. "You know if you had turned in work like that while you were in school we might not have had such problems." He smirked down at Harry and pulled the young man into his lap. "That was well written and made some good points. Do you understand why I disciplined you Harry?"
"No Sir," he whispered as he sat rigidly on the man's lap. All he understood was that he'd angered his Sir.
"No?" Severus asked incredulously. He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about what to say. "Harry, did you enjoy the sensations the ginger gave you?"
"Just the feeling I was being used again," he whispered miserably. He was disappointing Sir and didn't know the right things to say to make him happy again.
Severus sighed. He had no idea how to proceed with this but he was going to try his damnedest. "Harry, a true and consensual Lifestyle like you seem to desire to live doesn't always involved sex. Let me ask you a question. Are you happy to bring me my wine when I would grade papers or when you set the table for our dinner?"
Harry nodded, he enjoyed the little things he did to make his Sir's day better and easier. "Yes Sir, then I am useful," he said, trying to follow what his Sir was saying.
"But do you enjoy doing them just to do them? Would you do the same for say Molly or Arthur when you are there?" Severus asked. "I like watching you do them sometimes. I also enjoyed the shopping excursion we had to day. It was fun to spend the money and buy you some candy and treats. Sex is fun, Harry but not the point of being Master and pet. It's not really about being used or being useful. It's about taking care of one another. Does that make any sense?" By the look on Harry's face Severus was certain he was bunging up the whole explanation.
"Yes Sir, I would help the Weasleys, but I think they would be angry if I tried to sit at their feet," he said softly, trying to understand. "I liked going with you today, I wasn't afraid with you there." The next thing Master had said confused Harry. "It's supposed to be fun, not hurt?" His voice couldn't hide his disbelief; nothing he'd experienced had been pleasant. He'd simply been a convenient hole. "I like doing things for you, it makes me happy inside."
"It can be fun and some people like to mix pain with the relationship." Severus said carefully, thinking of his own tendencies. "However there is a set of rules and regulations if something like that were to take place. Most couples set up a legally binding contract and it provides for the submissive or pet in the relationship. There is always some kind of resolution for the pet and Master." He sniffed and leaned forward to check the timer spell. "Just for the sake of our discussion I will use us as an example. Let us say in our contract, you are to set the table and prepare my brandy for the evening. It's to be done by six every evening. In return I make certain that you have your time during your day to garden or read or whatever pastime you would like within reason."
He ran a hand through Harry's hair. "The limits are set to help me help you become the best person you can be while we take care of each other. Understand?"
Harry cocked his head to the side and leaned into the strong fingers that were stroking his scalp. "May I ask why we don't have a contract?" He averted his eyes and hoped he'd not been too forward with his question. What Sir was saying sounded like a paradise to him, something he'd do anything to have; a sense of belonging and safety.
Severus blinked. He had never really though about it like that. It dawned on him that he maybe hadn't helped Harry's situation but had hindered it. He was at a loss for words for a moment as he thought about his response. "We don't have a contract because while we have a dominant and submissive relationship it is for your benefit to help you heal. Would you like to set up a contract to have control over your life once more?"
Now that Harry had said something about it he thought it would be a good idea to set up something like that and have rewards for Harry's behaviour in it. Maybe it wasn't going to be as hard as he thought it would be. "We can set up something short term for you until you decide what you would like to do with yourself."
"Boy knows what he wants to do with himself," Harry said softly as he picked at the hem of his robe. "Want to stay here and serve you. It's happy here." He turned over everything Sir had said and realized with sickening dread that Sir was only doing this because of him. He shook his head, he didn't need a contract thing, he wouldn't be here long.
The timer went off in the kitchen and Harry obediently got to his feet and waited as Sir stood. He knew better than to touch anything Sir was cooking.
Severus reached out and rubbed Harry's hair once more. "Do you not have dreams, Harry? Want to have a family maybe? Come with me to the kitchen and we will finish off the pie together."
He laid a tea towel out on the counter and folded it double to absorb the heat. Carefully he donned oven gloves and pulled the bubbling meat pie from the oven. "Harry, get the cheese from the cool box, if you please. Then come stand next to me."
Severus placed the dish on the counter and waited on Harry.
Harry fetched the cheese as he'd been instructed and stood next to the Professor, keeping his hands to his sides, but his eyes never leaving the long fingered hands as they worked.
"I used to have dreams Sir," he said as an afterthought. "I'd dream about not waking up, but they never came true, so I stopped dreaming."
Severus stared at Harry for a moment. "Those aren't dreams Harry, but nightmares and I understand them all to well. I mean something that you look forward to doing or having. Come here." He manoeuvred Harry to stand between him and the counter. He wrapped his arms around Harry and opened the bag of shredded cheese. "Now what I want you to do is be very careful of the glass because it could burn you. Sprinkle the cheese over the entire surface of the pie like so." He demonstrated and then held the bag open to let Harry do it next. He rested his chin on the other man's head as he watched. "Do you like cheese Harry? I like my pie really cheesy."
Harry reached into the bag of cheese and carefully began to sprinkle the same way Sir had done. He shrugged when he was asked how he liked things. "Sir, maybe they were dreams. I was looking forward to everything being over," he said as he reached back into the bag for more cheese, the presence of the Potions Master behind him and touching him so closely making him feel safe once more. "Did I do that right?" He waited for the answer after he'd covered the pie and watched as the cheese began to melt.
"Excellent Harry." Severus pinched a bit of cheese between his fingers and let the fine shreds tumble in to his mouth. "Now step back while I put it back into the oven. Put the cheese back for me if you would." After closing the door, he washed his hands and turned back to Harry. "I suppose they could have been dreams Harry but let's not dwell on that. You survived and made it out. It's okay to dream for good things even if they start out as simple things like Bertie Bott's candy." he grinned at the young man and reset the timer for fifteen minutes. "Almost ready, we have a bit more time what would you like to do now?"
"Sir, when do I need to be ready to go to the Weasleys?" he asked as he watched Severus close the oven door. He wondered how long he'd have to be with Sir before he was leaving. "Do you have a pet where you take holiday?" He followed Severus back into where the older man sat down, kneeling at his feet, he looked up and searched the face of his benefactor for anger.
"I will be leaving the evening of your birthday; I think either that or very early the next morning. Would you like to spend your birthday with the Weasleys?" Severus wondered if he should answer the young man's question and decided it would be alright. "I sometimes enjoy the attentions of a pet when I am on holiday. Why do you ask?"
Once again framing himself, he listened to the words and nodded sadly. "It doesn't matter where you place me for my birthday, it's just another day. I hope your pet treats you well, Sir," he murmured. "May I please be excused?" He wanted a little time to himself to actually process the fact the Professor already had someone in his life and that he was going to be sent away eventually.
"I want you to decide where you would like to have your birthday Harry. Think about it." Severus thought back to what he had said that might have upset the young man. Surely it wasn't about the pet, since Harry had asked about it first. "Just a moment Harry." He stood and went back through the bedroom to the loo. He picked up the robe Harry had on earlier and dug through the pockets finding the utensil Harry had used to carve up the ginger. He placed the robe back in the hamper and pulled the bin's rubbish sack and took it and the carving tool with him as well.
Severus exited the bedroom and walked back to where they were sitting. "You may be excused, Harry but I want to make certain you are aware that I do not want you to harm your person and dinner will be ready in less than ten minutes."
Harry nodded. "Yes Sir, ten minutes," he mumbled and entered the loo, closing and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the wall in the corner and slide down to where he was crouched on his haunches. He realized Sir had taken the rubbish out and didn't even bother to look.
He wondered what Sir's boy looked like and what he did for Sir. He wanted so badly to be that pet, to be the one Sir used at night when he had a need. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks and splashed to the floor as he wondered what would become of him when he was turned out. He knew Master Morgan had brought men in to use him that paid for the time. Maybe he could earn money like that, he could ask to be left in London while Sir went on holiday, and then the other man wouldn't have to put up with having him taking up space in his rooms.
After what felt to be ten minutes had passed, Harry got to his feet and washed his face with cold water, pressing icy fingers over his eyes to disguise he'd been crying. It wouldn't do to upset the Professor. He opened the door and slipped quietly back into the room where he found supper was on the table waiting for him. "My apologies for being late," he whispered as he pulled his chair out and sat on the edge of it.
Severus eyed Harry for a moment then dished out the steaming pie. "You are not late, Harry. I couldn't wait any longer. I am famished." He raised his fork and mixed the potatoes with some gravy. "Sit back and tuck in Harry, but be careful it's still very hot."
Harry inched backwards on his chair and spooned a bite into his mouth. He kept his eyes down on his food and ate quickly, not mindful of the heat or the pain, he never was. Food was not something you took your time with; if you did, it could be taken away. Soon he'd eaten nearly half of what had been dished to him and he had to stop. "Thank you Professor for the meal," he said as he reached for his cup of water and drank deeply. One hand crept onto the table and a roll disappeared from the basket only to be hidden in the folds of his robe. Even though he was fed regularly, it was an old habit that he still clung to.
He sat quietly and looked at the food remaining on his plate and waited as the Professor enjoyed his meal.
Severus ignored the roll disappearing under Harry's clothes. It was a minor thing that he hoped Harry would grow out of. Eventually he would realize that he wouldn't need to horde food. He shook his head and finished his meal. "Did you get enough to eat, my Harry?"
"Yes Professor, thank you. Shall I clear the table?" he asked as he kept his face down, he didn't want to look up into the kind visage of the man that someone else served.
Severus leaned back in his chair and again wondered what he had missed. It was beginning to irritate him that even after all this time he wasn't able to anticipate Harry's mood swings. "You may. Please be careful of the glass it will hold the heat for some time, Harry." He wiped his mouth and then placed his serviette on his plate and took up his wine glass.
Harry stood from his chair and pushed it back under the table. Going to Severus first, he took up his place setting and serviette, leaving the wine and wineglass. He took them into the kitchen, running his dish water before returning for his dishes and then the pie and rolls. He scraped, washed, rinsed, and then dried each dish before putting things in their proper places. Harry tried to make his chore last as long as he could, still trying to work a plan out in his head that would possibly work.
Standing in the doorway of the kitchenette, he looked at the Potions Master, who was sipping his wine, seemingly lost in thought. "Professor, what else would you like for me to do? Shall I fetch your journal?"
Severus pulled himself from the plans he had to make. He still had to fire call Grant and Damon and let them know he would be shortening his trip and arriving late. "Not right now, Harry I would much rather finish our conversation from earlier. I had asked if there was anything else you wished to know about the Fleymann's gene. It seemed to bother you that it is now a distinct possibility that you may have it." He smiled at Harry and gestured for him to come closer.
Worrying at his lower lip, Harry went forward and knelt down by his chair. Shrugging, he spoke. "Can it be cured?"
Severus laughed. "I... I'm sorry Harry. I shouldn't have done that but the look on your face was as if you were facing a Deatheater coven at dawn." He pulled Harry up into his lap and rubbed the young man's back. He tangled his fingers in the dark messy locks at the nape of Harry's neck, twirling the wild strands. "It's not something most people want to be cure of, Harry. Let me ask you something. Would you ever have liked to have children?"
Harry thought for a moment...children. He smiled to himself and unconsciously leaned back against Severus' fingers. "I thought about it while I was in school," he said quietly, his fingers intertwining nervously in his lap. He wasn't comfortable talking about his wants or needs, it wasn't something he wanted to be ridiculed about later on, but he'd been asked. The best he could do now would be to redirect the conversation.
"Does your pet have this Fleymann's?"
Severus smiled. He could see a little girl with Harry's eyes and long black hair running around Hogwarts. "Fleymann's could make that happen for you." He untangled Harry's fingers and held out the small hand admiring the delicate bones and feeling the calluses.
His head jerked up and he stared at Harry when the question about his pet was asked. "Harry, my pet has nothing to do with you. He's just someone that I pick when I arrive at my destination to satisfy my needs." Severus had no idea why he wanted to make certain that Harry knew that the boy was just there for his satisfaction and release on vacation. "What has you so concerned with any toys that I might have?"
Harry wasn't about to tell him that he longed to be in the other boy's place. He didn't know how to tell him that he ached sometimes at night for the feel of the Potions Master's weight on top of his body. Couldn't explain to him or much less himself why just that simple act made him want to cry when he thought of it. So he apologized.
"I am sorry Professor, I was merely curious about what your companion is like. I shan't ask again."
Severus hummed. "It really doesn't bother me Harry, I suppose. We do talk about some rather intimate things." Severus grinned. "What would you like in a companion, Harry? Are you partial to blondes, tall men ... redheads?" He thought back to the week of the Weasley boy and Harry acting so strange and wondered if that had anything to do with it. Maybe that was why Harry had been nervous about going to the Weasleys more than anything. Did the boy have an unrequited crush on the youngest Weasley male?
"I've never thought about what I like, really," Harry said softly. "I don't care what the man looks like, it's how he makes me feel inside." He thought back over his scant willing love life, there had been a few stolen kisses with Ron and one attempt at sex which had left them both in fits of laughter, unable to go any further and deciding friendship was the best course for them. While he played professionally, he'd been so watched by the media and his coaches that he'd never attempted to take a lover. Morgan Taylor had been his first, but under the man, certainly not his last.
"I think I like someone bigger than I am, I feel safer, someone who is intelligent, someone older than I..." his voice trailed off before he could add, someone like you.
Severus smiled and hugged the young man to him. "You should Harry. Knowing what you want can help you in the long run. It can save you some heartache when the time comes to give yourself to someone." His heart jumped when he thought that Harry might have been talking about him but he knew better than that. Hope was not something that lived very long around Severus Snape.
Long pale fingers tipped Harry's face to his and he kissed the famous scar. "You'll find your prince on day, Harry." And my heart will break to watch you walk away from me. Severus thought silently. He yawned and covered his mouth. "Are you getting tired, Harry?"
"I'll ready the bed and your nightclothes, Professor," he said as he slipped from his lap and stood. Making his way to the bedroom, Harry turned down the bedclothes, retrieved Severus' nightshirt from its hook in the wardrobe, tended the fire in the grate, and went into the bathroom where he quickly removed his robe and donned an over sized tee shirt before brushing his teeth. He knelt beside the bed and waited for the Professor to join him.
Severus followed behind Harry and watched him as he prepared the room for them. When Harry knelt by the bed Severus ran a hand through the dark hair and went into the loo to complete his nightly ablutions. "Harry go on and get in the bed, I want to shower first."
He turned on the faucets, adjusting the water until steam rose from the strong flow. He stripped down and stretched his long frame and turned on the showerhead. he set a towel on the closed toilet lid and grabbed a fresh flannel then stepped into the steamy stall.
Harry couldn't lie in bed while his Sir bathed, it wasn't proper. He stood and opened the bathroom door quietly, seeing his Sir standing under the spray of hot water, his long body beautiful and relaxed to him. He picked up another flannel and stepped into the shower behind him. While Severus' back was to him, Harry lifted the flannel and began to wash and knead the muscles of the strong back, his own tee shirt becoming sodden and clinging to him, displaying his once more hardened member plainly.
Severus had his head under the spray and never heard Harry enter the room or the stall. He jumped when little fingers moved across his back and then moaned as they dug into his skin. "Merlin, Harry." He looked over his shoulder at the soaked lithe body and sighed. As long as Harry was there, Severus figured he wasn't getting into trouble somewhere else. He bent his head again and covered himself with the flannel while Harry scrubbed his back. "That feels really nice, Harry. Thank you."
"Thank you Sir," Harry said proudly as he continued his ministrations to the other man's muscles. Once his back was finished, Harry knelt on the floor and began to soap and knead the long limbs, taking care to cover each centimetre of flesh as he worked his way up to the man's arse. He resoaped the flannel and began to carefully wash his Sir intimately, paying no attention to his own needs as his little prick twitched and throbbed as it was rubbed against the wet roughness of the tee shirt.
Harry got to his feet and slide around to stand in front of the tall man, taking the flannel from his Master, soaping it and carefully washing his shoulders and chest before starting on his arms. Without his glasses, Harry could just make out the fact it was a human body in front of him.
Severus gasped as Harry's hands slid between his cheeks. When nothing but a thorough washing occurred he relaxed until Harry slid around on front of him. He looked down at the young man soaked through and shook his head. He could see the small erection ruining the line of the t-shirt and resisted the urge to lift the sodden material from the smaller man. He watched to see what Harry was going to do.
Harry washed the man's abdomen and then dropped once more to his knees where he began to wash each long foot, tapping on the back of Severus' heel to ask him to raise first one foot and then the other as he carefully soaped and rinsed his skin. Once finished with his feet, he washed each leg before re-lathering the flannel and running one hand between his Sir's thighs to wash his heavy bollocks. With a gentle firm touch, he washed them and then rinsed before he moved to the semi erect prick, with one small hand he pushed the foreskin back and carefully washed the glans. He was concentrating on doing a good job; his teeth buried in his lower lip as he let the head be and washed the shaft and then the patch of curls it lay nestled in.
Getting back to his feet, he picked up the shampoo he knew the older man used and looked up expectantly into the Potions Master's face. "Shall boy wash Sir's hair now?"
Severus closed his eyes when Harry placed his hand between his legs and thought about Filch, his cat and a naked Bellatrix, anything and everything to prevent himself from becoming any more aroused at the touch. Not that anything Harry had done was sensual and by him not telling Harry to leave he had consented to letting Harry care for him. He could have saved himself some grief if he had done so at the start of the bath but it had felt so good and it had been so long since someone had taken the time for him like this. He didn't let the sluts he picked up do this. They were there for his release and that was it. To bring him and Max a beer every now and again. Merlin, he was a shit for letting Harry do this.
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when Harry finished.
Harry's voice broke through his haze and Severus bent his head to the young man. "Yes, Harry, you may shampoo my hair." He said trying to keep his voice even.
"Thank you Master," he murmured as he poured some of the concoction into his palm and then began to work it through the long strands, fingers gently massaging the man's scalp as he worked. One hand on Severus' shoulder pushed him up to rinse his hair in the spray. "Sir's cleaning is finished; boy will wait with Sir's towel."
Harry stepped out of the tub, stripping his sopping shirt off over his head as he reached for the towel he'd used a little while before, quickly running it over his body and trying not to whimper as he felt it drag over his sensitive prick. He knelt next to the tub with two fluffy towels from the shelf, waiting for the Potions Master to step out so he could dry him.
Harry clenched his arse and shivered, the need to have something in him was horrible tonight, he was near to the point of using his own fingers to dig at himself to quell the want. Seeing his Sir's prick had made him want to stretch his hole open and present himself to the man.
Severus sighed as Harry got out of the shower and he turned his back to the young man as he dried off. He reached down and pulled fairly hard on his balls. He closed his eyes against the pain and was grateful when he fell soft against his thigh again. He rinsed his body once more and turned off the water. Pulling back the curtain he looked down at Harry and groaned.
"Harry, get dressed and bring me my nightshirt as well." He bent at the waist and took the towel from Harry's hand and wrapped it around his hips, giving himself some armour before stepping out of the shower stall.
Harry rose to his feet, ashamed of his actions; he'd angered his Master by showing his inadequate body. Quickly he went to the wardrobe and took another tee shirt from the shelf, pulling it roughly over his head, pausing to pull his foreskin back and dig his short nails into the exposed flesh. Tears sprang to his eyes as he dug into himself until he felt his flesh soften, it taking only seconds to do so. Picking up the Potions Master's night shirt, he returned to the bathroom and held it out to the man.
Severus was towelling his hair when Harry came back. A small brush of the nightshirt alerted him to Harry's presence and he looked over the young man. Has face was flushed and his eyes looked watery. Severus bent and tipped his face up. "What's the matter, Harry? You did a very good job and I thank you for taking care of me."
"You are welcome Sir, may I do anything else?" he asked as he lowered his eyes and licked his lips.
Severus tilted his head and studied Harry for a moment. "Have you already brushed you teeth and finished your nightly rituals? If so then you can go ahead and get to bed, Harry."
He let go of Harry's face and turned back to drying his hair. He folded the towel over the bar and slipped his night shirt on then removed the towel from his hips. He bent to the sink and began to brush his teeth.
"Yes Sir, I finished them before you came in," he replied and went back to the bedroom where he crawled up into the big four poster bed, waiting for his Sir to join him before he pulled the covers up against the damp of the dungeons. He lay on his back, his eyes drifting closed, his legs slightly splayed and the tee shirt riding up to nearly expose his bits. He lay quietly enjoying the warmth from the fireplace as it played over him, with a moan, he let one hand caress his belly before he forced himself to lie still. He didn't want to offend the Potions Master by letting him find him touching himself on the man's bed.
Severus turned off the water and his head jerked up at the sound of Harry's moan. He peeked into the bedroom and saw Harry sprawled out on the bed, covers pulled to his knees and the t-shirt riding up his slender body. The little hand rubbed over his tummy and up under the cotton tee and Severus swallowed. He turned back to the sink to give the young man some privacy and it dawned on him that Harry had been trying to tell him something today hence all the questions about his sex life and his companions.
He wanted to bang his head against the wall when it all fell into place. He sat on the toilet and waited for Harry to finish before going into the bedroom. He closed his eyes and began to recite the ingredients and quantities needed to brew the Draught of Living Death.
Harry listened to the water be shut off and he hastily pulled his shirt back down to wait for his Sir to come to bed. When there was no more noise and the door didn't open, he rolled to his side and stared at the door. "Sir?" he called out, "Sir, do you need anything? Are you alright?" He got out of the bed and padded across the room to stand outside the door, ready to fetch something if it was required.
"I'm fine, Harry." Severus answered and looked up at the door. He hadn't even gotten through the whole list of ingredients when the voice had come through to his potions distracted mind. He sat up and rubbed his face. "Are you well?" He asked after he cleared his throat.
"Yes Master, I was simply waiting for you. I shan't bother you again," he called out and retraced his steps back to his side of the bed where he resumed his position staring up at the ceiling. He pulled the hem of his shirt back down to cover himself so he wouldn't offend the other man.
After a moment, he let his eyes wander around the room, finally settling on a tall candle that was lying on the dresser, he wondered how it would feel to be shoved inside of himself. If it would make him stop wanting.
Severus sighed. He stood and washed his face and dug through his clothes to grab his wand then took a deep breath before opening the door. He stopped by the armoire and pulled on a pair of boxers then slid into the bed. He laid back and sighed deeply. Turning over he waved his wand at the large bell setting on the side table dispelling the alarm. One thing left after that. "Nox!"
The only light left in the room was the low burning fire and it crackled softly. Severus slid his wand under the pillow and settled down in the sheets. "Good night, my Harry." He said softly and yawned once again.
"Goodnight Master," he whispered in response and sat up to pull the bedclothes over Severus and then over himself.
Harry dozed on and off fitfully for nearly an hour before waking up to find his hand curled around his prick and his slender hips pumping furiously. "No!" he whispered harshly to himself and without a thought, pulled and twisted his foreskin cruelly. He was not doing wrong, Sir had told him to tend to himself and he was. Turning to his side, he once again let his eyes fall on the candle, biting his lower lip, he rose up on one elbow and reached his hand out to it, certain that his Master was asleep.
When Severus finally slept, he did so like the dead. Having a body in his bed calmed him and made his body relax in the warmth that Harry exuded. He stirred in his sleep and rolled over on to his back and began to dream, occasionally moaning softly.
Harry's fingers wrapped around the candle as he heard his Master move in the bed. Clutching the candle to his chest, he rolled to his side to look at the older man in the dim light of the fire. He could see the tenting of the bedclothes and ached to tend to the man. Moving the candle so that the blunt end of the taper was pressed to his pucker, he pushed it in hard, biting his lip to keep from making noise as he felt himself stretch wider than he had in a long time. Deeper he pushed it, his breath hitching as he drew up one leg and rocked back against the smooth wax. It wasn't Master, but it was something. He worked it in and out of his dry hole, his other hand cruelly strangling his cock and bollocks. "Use me..." he choked out, his eyes closed and lost in need.
Severus groaned again in his sleep. His hand fisted and relaxed as he dreamed, lost in the dreamland of the exhausted.
Harry fell asleep once more, the candle still lodged deep within him, after a time, its way had been smoothed by a bit of blood as Harry tore. He'd not come, having not been given permission, but had nearly shredded his bits with his nails as he'd ridden the candle harder. He'd not meant to fall back asleep, but exhaustion had won and he'd curled on his side facing away from the other man, one hand still around his bollocks, his nails embedded in the swollen skin.
He shivered in the chill of the morning air as his shirt was rucked up around his belly and the covers pushed down around his thighs so he'd not dirty them.
Severus woke because he was cold, the fire had gone out and groggily he pulled his wand and aimed it at the fireplace. A cherry blaze fired up and he reached down to draw the covers up over his head. He turned over first and noticed Harry's shirt had rucked up and he put his hand of to pull it down. Had to get the boy to start wearing pants to bed. It was then he saw something dark red under Harry. He blinked to clear the sleep from his eyes and saw spots. Bright red spots against the sheets and trails down Harry's legs. He sat up.
"Harry. Wake up." He shook the young man.
With a shudder, Harry opened his green eyes and sat up, immediately biting back a yelp of pain. "I'll start your tea Master," he murmured instead and moved to the edge of the bed. He realized he'd forgotten to remove the candle and began to shake.
Severus grabbed Harry's shoulder. "Are you alright, Harry? What's the matter?"
Without a word, Harry reached behind himself and drew out the bloodied candle from his passage. "It ruined one of your candles by being bad," he whispered as he laid the length of wax on his other palm.
Severus felt the chill envelope his whole body. He pulled his wand and levitated the bent candle to the bin. Sighing he pulled Harry closer. "Turn over Harry and let me see how bad it is. I thought I told you not to injure yourself again." He lifted the t-shirt and gasped at the claw marks over Harry's little cock. It was too much and a little too close to home, he exploded. "Why?" he demanded.
Severus glared at Harry. "Why did you do this to yourself, Harry?"
"It didn't make a mess Master, it didn't make a mess!" Harry babbled in fear. "It kept anything from coming out, it made no mess, it knows better." He looked at the bin where the ruined candle lay in the rubbish and sobbed. "Only wanted to feel full again. It's sorry, it's sorry."
He curled up into the foetal position with one arm over his head, lost in brutal memories, waiting for his Master to beat him senseless while he tore his arse apart.
Confused, the anger fell from Severus' face. He looked at Harry lying in a ball on his bed the young man's jerky movements tearing him open again. He huffed out a breath and stood. He rubbed his face then bent to pick up Harry. "Shh. Harry, come on now. I... I'm sorry. You scared me." He carried Harry into the loo and flicked his wand at the tub setting it to fill. He rubbed the other man's back trying to calm him.
Harry didn't speak, only made low moaning noises in the back of his throat as Severus picked him up. He was lost; locked up in his mind, somewhere he'd not been in some time. He felt himself lowered into the water and looked up at his Sir in confusion. "It's hole is open Master, please use it," he begged, getting to his knees, reaching behind himself and hooking his fingertips into his hole to stretch it open to show him. "Been so long since it's been touched, needs to be touched Master."
Emerald eyes stared blankly into obsidian ones as Harry's little prick slowly filled with blood as he rocked back on his fingers. "Please Professor..."
Severus' heart beat hard in his chest as he watched Harry offer himself. He closed his eyes not knowing what to do. He knew he wouldn't use Harry; not until the boy could ask for it and still be in his right mind. But how to relieve the current problem, he had no clue. "Harry? Answer me. Are you in there?"
When the boy didn't answer, he backed away from Harry. "Snap out of it, Harry. Stop acting like that."
Harry blinked his eyes and looked down at himself and then up into the Potions Master's face, his own face burning in shame as he pulled his fingers from his hole and lowered himself back down into the water. "I'm sorry Professor, I'm sorry I did that," he said softly and looked down at the water. He swallowed and spoke again. "Please Sir, help me make this want go away."
Severus held his head in his hands for a moment. He rubbed his face and leaned against the sink. "I can't, Harry. It's not healthy for you to be denied your desires and releases. The passages have to be cleared or you could get an infection from build up." He looked at Harry and then looked away. "You need to masturbate and get it out of you. It's not safe to sate yourself magically." He sighed. "It is alright to make yourself feel good Harry."
Harry looked at the older man, misery clearly written on his face as his hands lay limply on his thighs. "I want to feel my hole used," he said softly and bit his lower lip. "I was only allowed to make a mess if my bottom was filled, if I'd amused Master enough. I don't know how to otherwise." He was ashamed of being so broken, so different. He only wanted to be whole so Sir would want him. "Can you talk to me?" The hope in his voice was carefully cloaked in wariness as he watched Severus' face.
Severus listened as Harry explained. “Harry, first off it’s not a mess. It’s your release, from now on no one will deny you one. You are allowed to have them anytime when it’s appropriate.” He looked at the other man. “I know it’s been ingrained in you but we are going to fix it right now.”
Severus eyed the young man. “You never learned to wank, Harry? Somehow I highly doubt that.” He sat on the toilet and leaned forward. “What did you want me to talk to you about?”
"It's been so long since I could do it that way," Harry explained quietly. "I would like something in me.... please. It always feels better if something is in me." He rubbed his hand up and down his thigh and looked at the wall opposite him.
He turned his head and looked at the older man out of the corner of his eye. "Would you tell me how your pet pleases you?"
Severus rubbed his chin and thought. "I have a selection of toys or if you decide that none of them are to your liking then we can purchase you some of your own. You will however use proper preparation and lubrication be it manual or magical. You are not to cause any more injuries to your person at all. That is not what I meant by taking care of it."
He paused and considered Harry's question. "My pets please me by doing what I ask. They listen and are always honest with me. The first sign of deliberate and intentional disobedience is met with normal discipline. I don't put up with it the second time." He left his answer vague, not wanting to go into his actual desires. There was no way he could tell the young man after all he had been through that he himself liked to lean towards a sadistic side.
Harry looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Sir would you chose a toy for me now to use?" He was nervous, but he was also so sexually frustrated he thought he might explode. "I promise that I will follow each guideline you set for me." He wanted the Potions Master to know he did know how to listen and behave.
"You cannot have the toy right now, Harry. You injured yourself and need time to heal." Severus said gently. "Maybe this evening if what I need to get done today is completed. Finish your bath and wash carefully and I will give you some potions that will aid in your healing."
Harry brightened at his Master's words. "Yes Sir, what may I help you with today?" he asked as he carefully washed himself, trying not to wince at the tender spots. He rinsed off and rose unashamed of his body to take the towel Severus handed to him. He would do all he could to make the day go well for the Professor.
He pulled on his smalls and a short summer weight robe, scurrying to the kitchen to set Severus' tea to steep.
Severus shook his head as Harry took off to get his tea. He looked at the clock. It was late in America but he knew he had to call to let Grant and Damon know he wouldn't be arriving in a few days. He closed the door to the bedroom and knelt down in front of the fireplace. He tossed the green powder into the flames and waited on the colour to change before calling out. "Wolffe Residence, Echo, West Virginia, America."
Grant was dusting in the living room and nearly dropped the little crystal vase when Severus' voice came out of the fireplace. He looked up at the clock and wondered why his boy was calling at this time of day. Setting the vase down, he sank to his knees in front of the flames and smiled as his boy's face smiled back at him.
"Hello Sev, how are you? Is everything alright?" he asked as he watched worriedly.
Severus smiled at the man he had come to consider his mum. "I am fine, Grant. I trust that you and Damon are well? I have some news about my trip this year for you. I will not be arriving as scheduled however I will eventually get there."
A look of disappointment crossed the tanned features and Grant smiled at his boy. "Is something wrong? When can we expect you then?"
Severus sighed. "Do you remember the young man I told you about? He is improving, I however do not want to go off and leave him for that amount of time. I have a feeling it would be quite detrimental to his well being and mental status." He smiled. “I will be arriving on July thirty-first or August first for the drive out and returning almost immediately after the rally." He bit his lip.
Grant took a deep breath and let it out. He was disappointed, but he understood the reasoning behind his decision. "I understand baby, just make sure you are taking time to care for yourself as well, alright?" Grant knew all too well how hard it was on someone to care that much. "I'll let Damon and Max know, don't you worry about anything, we'll have your bike ready for you, okay?"
Severus held a hand up to the fire stroking the image in the flames from a few inches away. It was not nearly as good as holding Grant but it would have to do until he could arrive in America. "Thank you. I am trying Grant. It's not easy but I can't just abandon him. He's so... damaged that I can't even describe it. I can't explain it but he needs me almost as much as I need to do this for him. I have vague memories of him being there for me when I would come back after 'meetings' if you take my meaning."
The older man nodded, he did know. "If you ever need to talk about it, or need an idea, don't hesitate to call me or even use my cell, baby. Call me at the office if you like. All you can do is take one problem at a time and work it through," he advised and then looked at the younger man closely. "You love him, don't you?"
Severus froze. He didn't think he had been that transparent. "I... I don't know. I don't want to frighten him. I was not exactly a shining example of good times in his life and he was my student. I watched him grow up, Grant, I feel like a dirty old man sometimes." He sighed then smirked at the older man. "Thank you... mum."
Grant smiled at his boy. "You are far from old, my dear. Just look out for yourself as well, little bird," Grant said with a gentle smile. He'd miss his boy, but he knew he'd be alright. "Show him who you really are inside, he won't be able to do anything but love you just as much as we do."
"I notice you said nothing about me not being dirty." Severus smirked and raised an eyebrow at Grant. He looked away and looked back. "Thank you again Grant. I'll see you at the end of next month then. Give Damon my regards."
Grant noticed Severus looking away and gathered the young man in question was nearby. "I will baby. We love you and look forward to you getting here. Call me if you need me," he said softly as he reached out to the flames.
"Yes Sir." Severus replied and held out a hand to Grant. He waited until the other man cut the connection and then stood to get dressed. He had to brew Mother Rainwalker's potions and decided he would work on Poppy's as well. He opened the door to the bedroom in case Harry had need of him and proceeded to strip down. He set his spelled robes out and then climbed back into the shower this morning to clean the sleep from his body.
Harry set the tea set on the table and went to the floo to order their breakfast from the kitchens. He couldn't explain it, but he felt happier and more relaxed than he had in some time that morning. Hearing the shower shut off, he hurried to set the table and pour Severus' first cup of tea. He knelt down next to the man's chair and waited for him to seat himself.
Severus swept into the room dressed in his spelled robes and spied Harry kneeling beside his chair and grinned. Merlin it was nice to see the other man like that. He wished once again that he could keep Harry but knew the beautiful young man needed someone better for him. He would restore Harry's wings to him and set him free when the time came. Until then he would show Harry all the affection he could. He ran a hand through the black hair and sat down. He pulled Harry into his lap and rubbed his back. "What have you ordered us for breakfast, my Harry?" He sipped the tea and nodded to the young man. "Perfect."
"Eggs, bangers, potatoes, fried tomatoes, toast and beans for you, Sir," he said with a smile as he leaned back into the hand, preening from the small praise. He so wanted to be kept, and was determined to make his time with the Potions Master the best he could so that when he was sent away, he'd at least have memories to keep him warm.
"What would you like me to do today, Sir?" he asked as he looked up at the pop of the house elf arriving with Severus' breakfast and his bowl of porridge.
"Brill, Harry. I am going to brew today. You can help me in the lab." Severus looked over the food, suddenly famished. He grinned and tucked in with relish. About half way through the meal he cut into a sausage and held it out to Harry almost not thinking about it. He waited for the young man to take it as he drank deeply from the ice cold glass of milk.
Harry looked at the piece of meat and gently tugged it from his Master's fork with his teeth, chewing and swallowing. "Thank you for the treat Master," he said with a smile as he went back to spooning up his porridge. "Would you like me to ready your ingredients for you?"
Severus nodded as he began to mentally log everything he would need for the potions. He held out a piece of toast to Harry and stabbed another sausage. "I will be brewing some potions for the Infirmary and some to take with me on my trip. The ingredients can wait until we have finished breakfast." He drew his wand and summoned his fudge. He pulled off a large chunk and set a piece on the toast plate for Harry and passed it to him. He smirked. "For energy." He sucked the dark chocolate into his mouth savouring the bittersweet taste. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the chocolate haze; it was almost better than sex. Almost but not quite.
Harry ate the toast from his Master's hand as he listened to him talk about what they were going to do today, he nipped the last bite from between Severus' forefinger and thumb without touching him with his lips and smiled at his treat. He watched as his Master broke off the rich chocolate and trembled happily as he took the small piece that had been offered to him. "Thank you Master," he murmured with his mouth full and covered his smile with one hand. Sir always looked so happy when he was eating chocolate.
Harry stood and began to clear the table, letting the older man finish his tea in peace as he did up the dishes before returning to kneel at his feet.
Severus ran a hand through Harry's hair and looked down at the young man. "Did you get enough to eat, Harry?" He poured the last of the pot of tea into his cup. "If so then go wash up and we can start in the lab."
Harry quickly through the bedroom and into the bathroom where he washed up and slipped his feet into his slippers. He would have never thought he'd enjoy working with potions, but over the years since he'd left school, just naming the ingredients and simple recipes had become a soothing balm to his troubled mind. He returned and looked up at Severus with an expectant smile.
Severus nodded and led Harry into his lab. He pulled down a large cauldron. "I need to make a large quantity of Calming Draft. Ready me the comfrey, valerian and Saint John's Wort, flowering tops only." He placed the cauldron over a flame and began to heat the iron. He gathered the jugs of spring water and set then to the side of the cauldron. "Tell me, Harry, what would you like to do while you are at the Weasleys?" he asked conversationally as he got out a cutting board and knife for Harry.
"How finely do you wish this chopped, Sir?" he asked as he set the herbs on the cutting board and thought about what he'd like to do. He really didn't know anymore. At one time he and Ron would have been on their brooms from sunup til sundown, but not anymore.
Severus washed his hands in the sink and turned his head to give Harry the instructions. "Slice the comfrey on the diagonal, dice the valerian medium fine and pull the flowers apart leaving a bit of stem with each bud." He dried his hands and held one out the test the warmth of the cauldron. He waited a few minutes more and then began to pour the spring water in. The water hissed and sizzled. He steered the conversation back to Harry's holiday "Molly mentioned something about celebrating your birthday while you were there. Would you like that?"
Harry began his tasks by putting the blade to the comfrey and slicing carefully. Master was talking about his birthday again, he shrugged without looking up. "I don't know, it's just another day to me," he replied and set the first pile of greenery next to Severus' stirring rod. The steam from the cauldron was already fogging up Harry's glasses and he took them off to wipe them clean, squinting at Severus while he did. "I don't really know what to do at the Weasleys anymore. I could clean out their shed for them and work on Molly's garden."
Severus cleared his throat. "I think Molly might take offense to that, Harry. You are going there to have fun." He began to stir the water lazily in a figure eight, anticlockwise, with his other hand he began to sprinkle the comfrey in carefully adding just enough then wetting that bunch first before sprinkling more. "You remember how to have fun don't you?"
Silently Harry shook his head and continued slicing. "There's a lot I don't remember anymore Sir," came the muted response. Master Morgan had beaten the fun out of Harry Potter's existence; the thought of arsing about with his friends now left him shaking in fear.
Severus let the potion come to a boil and looked at Harry. Did this mean he was going to have to teach the boy that as well? Merlin, he wanted to strangle Master Morgan. He shook his head and looked at the potion. He had no answer for Harry’s statement so he brooded about it for a minute.
Harry finished up the comfrey and moved on to the next ingredient, lost in thought as he concentrated on getting the cut just right. After a few moments he looked up at his Master as he handed over the valerian. "Sir, do you think it would be alright if I just stayed here while you were gone?"
Severus took the valerian and made little clumps of the diced herb in the cauldron and let them slowly submerse themselves into the mixture. He stirred it clockwise as he thought about Harry's question. He didn't want the young man to stay by himself. "Are you certain you want to be alone for that length of time?" He looked over at Harry. "Are you afraid to see them, pet? That they will say something about what has happened?"
"I am a little afraid of it, but I don't feel like I have anything in common with them anymore," he said as he continued to work. "Ron will ask all kinds of questions I won't know how to answer and Hermione will do her best to 'fix' me." He looked up to see how Severus was taking what he was saying before he continued. "I don't want them to try to take me away from you." That had been his biggest fear since he'd received the owl from Ron several weeks earlier, his boyhood friend had made no attempt to hide the fact he thought Harry needed to be taken out of Snape's care and put somewhere 'sane'.
Severus nodded. He himself had received a similar owl from both Molly Weasley and her son. They had had a long conversation after that when Molly came to the school to see him. "If it makes you feel better I have spoken with the Matriarch and none of that will be going on. You will be staying at the Burrow and Ron and Hermione are allowed to visit you but if you become uncomfortable at anytime Molly will send them home." After the calming herb was thoroughly mixed in, he let the cauldron return to a boil and moved to stand next to the small wizard.
"Harry, I made certain that you could contact me at anytime. Molly allowed a telephone to be installed and she has my cell phone number." He reached out and tipped Harry's face up. "I won't let them take you away. You are your own person, Harry and no one can take you away from your home."
Harry stared down at the cutting board without moving for a long moment, soon fat tear drops began to splash down on the backs of his hands as they lay on the wooden top. Soundlessly, his mouth worked, forming the same word over and over again as his shoulders began to shake with a slight tremor.
Severus watched over Harry, horrified. What had he said now? He quickly cast a stasis charm over his cauldron and scooped Harry up into his arms. He marched them into the sitting room and sank down to the couch gracefully. He rocked and rubbed on Harry's back trying to calm him down. "Talk to me, Harry. What's the matter?"
Harry raised his tear streaked face to the Potions Master. "I-I-I-I...have a home?" he asked, his eyes searching Severus' face for sign that it was nothing but a cruel joke or that he was going to be punished for assuming too much. He took several deep breaths and looked down at his knees, whispering. "Home...home...home."
Severus pulled Harry against his chest and rocked him again. "You are always welcome in my chambers, Harry and if you wish to make this place your home then you can for as long as I reside in them." He knew he wouldn't be here at Hogwarts forever but Harry would always be welcome wherever he made his lair.
The younger man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his cheek was resting on the other man's chest and he could hear the steady beat of the strong heart. He was home right there. One hand was wrapped in the folds of Severus' robe and the other was tucked up under Harry's chin as he quieted to irregular hiccoughs that shook him.
Harry became aware of the passage of time and sat up slowly, looking at the Potions Master with a shy smile. "I'll be the best pet you could want, Sir, I promise," he said happily as he raised his Master's hand and kissed the long fingers before he slipped off his lap and went back to the laboratory to finish the chopping that needed to be done.
Severus sat stunned as he watched Harry go back to his lab. He brought his fingers to his lips and pressed them there, thinking. After a long moment he got up and followed after the young man. He had no idea what to think or say about Harry's declaration.
Carefully he removed the charm on his potion and allowed it to continue to boil. Stirring once again he watched Harry from the corner of his eye wondering what was going on in the young man's head.
The End