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Summary: Severus has just come home after his yearly trip to Sturgis, South Dakota. Once more signals are crossed and feelings hurt without meaning to be, but Severus and Harry finally let each other know that they love the other one.
Warnings: BDSM, mention of past abuse, wanking, angst, drinking, mention of self abuse
Scars
Harry sat anxiously in the sitting room of the Burrow, every few moments his eyes would glance up at the clock and he'd wonder again when Severus was going to arrive. He stopped and sucked in his breath, maybe he wasn't going to come for him after all.
The Weasley's had left earlier that morning, except for Fred, to go to Diagon Alley. He had stayed behind so Harry wouldn't get into mischief while he waited for Severus to arrive; it did the younger man some good to have quiet around him.
Harry's saviour and Master had been gone the past fortnight to visit his friends in the United States and Harry had been sent to the Burrow.
The younger man understood that Severus didn't want him rattling about their chambers alone, but he was still not happy in being left behind while the other man went on holiday.
The flames in the fireplace burned green and the dour Potions Master stepped through gracefully and Harry went to his knees obediently. "Hello Master, this boy hopes your holiday was restful," he said, trying to mask the surprise at the browned appearance of Severus' face.
Severus stared down at Harry's bent head and tried not to smile. It didn't work though. As much as he had hated to leave Echo, he had had a very good time. All the pent up feelings of what to do about Harry and his confusion about how he felt for the younger man had been in the back of his mind the entire time and Mark had done his worst to make Severus forget. His smile turned to a smirk as his eyes ran over Harry's body. The boy looked better than he had and there was a pleasing golden colour to his skin as if someone had forced him to play in the sun.
Knowing Molly Weasley like he did, he was almost certain the witch had done just that. Harry looked well and Severus was glad now that he had gone. It had done Harry good to get out of the dungeons and he was grateful to the Weasley's.
He reached down and threaded his hand through Harry's dark locks. "It was... most interesting, Harry, thank you for inquiring. How was your holiday here?"
The Potions Master looked around the parlour and frowned. There didn't seem to be anyone here so he picked up the smaller man and embraced him then sat down on the small settee, arranging Harry on his lap. "Did you have a good time with everyone?"
Harry looked down at his hands and bit his lip; he'd tried so hard to be good. He'd made certain to clean as much as he could for Molly and to be as helpful as possible. "Master, I worked hard for them, I did my best," he said and then took a deep breath. "But she kept shooing me outside and taking the gardening tools away from me. I wasn't trying to be bad Sir, I was only trying to help."
Harry had spent the better part of an afternoon digging rocks out of the small herb garden before he'd been caught and chastised for not relaxing. "Molly wasn't very happy with me," he said sadly. "This boy needs to be punished."
Severus bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He blinked at Harry. He had warned Molly that something like this might happen and he was glad that she had kept after Harry to relax. He cleared his throat. "I am certain that Molly appreciated the help Harry but you weren't sent here to work. You were supposed to relax." He met the sad green eyes. "Did you do anything fun at all?"
Harry pulled a rolled parchment out of his robe pocket. "I kept track of everything I did wrong Sir so you would know," he said and looked up into the face of his Master. "Shall I read it to you?"
This time Severus did laugh and loudly too. The stress he had been feeling about returning melted some. He was normally very high strung after returning and Harry's almost childlike desire to report the entire holiday's wrongs to him was endearing and served to dispel the gloom he could once again feel settling in. Oh his snarling persona would return as it always did once he felt the weight of Hogwarts descend on his shoulders but he wasn't there just yet.
He took the rolled parchment from Harry's hand and tossed it into the fireplace. He cupped Harry's face and smiled at him. "Thank you Harry, I needed that." He pressed a kiss to the smaller man's mouth then hugged him. He cleared his throat and sighed as he reached up to stroked Harry's hair. "Harry, I am certain that your imagined offences were just that. You don't need to be punished for not relaxing. We'll just have to work on that, yeah?"
Harry watched the parchment catch fire and fought the urge to reach in and pull it out; he'd been bad. When his Master pressed his lips to Harry's, the younger man went still and his eyes flew open. Master had kissed him? As Severus pulled back Harry looked at him stunned, his Master wanted him now?
He licked his lips and wriggled around on the other man's lap, unsure if he should present himself there or wait until they returned to Hogwarts. "Did Master relax?"
Severus sighed at the dazed looked on Harry's face. Merlin what had he done? One would think Harry had gotten used to little affections, for he was certain Molly had showered the boy with them when she had be able to catch him. The overbearing urge to mother resided deep in that woman's veins and Severus himself, had been subjected to some of her attentions occasionally.
He pushed the thoughts to the side and focused on the young man. "I did, Harry. I had a very good time." He leaned back into the settee and looked over the young man on his lap. He ran a hand over the thin back, holding the man's hip while he tried to wriggle. "Are you ready to go back to Hogwarts now? Your things are ready to go?"
"Yes Master, I've my bag there," Harry replied and pointed to a small carpetbag beside the sofa. He leaned into the strong hand and fought the urge to sigh from its comfort. Molly Weasley had cornered him on occasion and hugged him and he'd had several panic attacks from it. Hermione hadn't been much better, and then the Weasley boys were forever slapping him on the back and punching his arm. He was ready to go back to the quiet of the dungeons.
Severus nodded. "Very well then. Shall we just say thank you and goodnight then?" He lifted Harry to his feet, then stood and went in search of someone with the Weasley persuasion. He guided Harry out of the parlour and then looked around. "Molly?"
Fred popped his head around the corner of the kitchen. "Oi Professor, sorry, it's just me. Good to see you back, sir. Good holiday then?" he asked as he came around and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry's eyes rolled and he did all he could to not jump at the contact.
Severus stared at the Weasley. He knew it was one of the twins however he didn't know which, more often than not they went as one entity FredandGeorge. "Weasley Four or is it Five? I never bloody could tell you two apart." He watched Harry at the contact and had to commend both men. The Weasley for not relenting in teaching Harry physical contact and Harry for allowing it. He smiled and nodded to the redhead. "It was entertaining to say the least. We've come to say our farewells. I am sorry to have missed Molly."
Fred grinned an easy smile at the pair. "Mum'll be sad you didn't stay for tea, but I understand. And I'm Fred," he said and eyed Harry carefully. "He's a bit skittish, is he going to be alright? Mum caught him hiding a piece of toast in his robe, you'd have thought he'd been caught robbing Gringotts the way he reacted."
Harry began to rock on the balls of his feet, softly whispering under his breath. "It was bad, it was bad, it was bad."
Fred looked at Harry and then at Snape. "Professor, could I have a word with you?"
Severus nodded and held up a hand to Fred. He turned to Harry and wrapped his hands around the shaking shoulders. "Harry." He said firmly, tipped up the young man's face and looked into watery green eyes. "Thank Fred for his hospitality and shake his hand. Do you understand me?"
Harry looked at Severus, his brilliant greens eyes out of focus. "Yes Master, do you wish to watch?" he asked numbly, his fingers nervously inching up the hem of his robe.
Fred shook his head and reached out to pull the cloth out of Harry's fingers, taking one small hand in his calloused one. "I hope you come back to see us soon Harry, we've all missed you."
Severus nodded at Fred and then looked at Harry again. He tipped the small face back up to look into the glazed green eyes. "You did very well, Harry. Now I want you to go sit on the settee in the parlour, hold your bag in your lap and wait for me." He stroked the dark hair and smiled at the younger man. "Do you understand me, Harry?"
"Yes Master," Harry said softly and turned to go do as he was told immediately.
Fred watched him go and shook his head sadly. "Where did our Harry go?" he asked almost to himself before he looked at his former professor. "We've had a time with him Professor. Mum doesn't know the half of it."
Severus rubbed his face. "I can imagine, Mr Weasley. I do however want to thank you for what you have done for him." He held out a hand to Fred. "He's in there and one day he will decide when he's ready to come back. A pair of very intelligent friends of mine tell me so; it will just take time. "
"Harry's always welcome here Professor, no one is going to take advantage of what he offers when he thinks he's done wrong," Fred said as he took the older man's hand and held it for a moment. "I want to apologize for what Percy did to him while he was here. As soon as George and I found out, we ousted him, he won't bother Harry again sir."
"Thank you, he will need all of your support." Severus frowned. "Percy?" He thought back, Merlin there had been seven all together. He counted backwards from Harry's friend. "Weasley Three. What happened?"
Fred looked down at the floor for a moment, not wanting to recall what had happened. "From what George and I could figure, Percy had Harry convinced that he'd done horrible things to him and that he had to pay for it. We... we came in and found Percy urging Harry to punish himself more. I think we got him healed up."
Severus sneered and rubbed his face. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "I will check him over and thank you for telling me. I trust that this will not occur again and that Molly knows nothing." He raised an eyebrow at the younger man and crossed his arms over his chest, glad that he had dressed in his robes once more. He didn't think he was half as intimidating in the Muggle clothes he had taken to wearing on his hols.
"No Professor, it won't happen again and Mum doesn't know anything about it, it would have killed her. Only George and I were here at the time." Fred said and looked towards the parlour. "Would it be possible to visit with Harry occasionally so he knows he's not been forgotten?"
Severus nodded. "I don't see why not. Molly has my Floo address pass code and on the weekends when term is in session is permissible. It will do him good to see that even though things may have happened while he was here it will not be held against him." He looked back at the parlour. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley."
Fred nodded then walked into the parlour and looked at Harry sitting on the on the small sofa, rocking back and forth, the small bag clutched to his chest as his lips moved silently. "Good bye Harry, the Professor says I can visit you, would you like that?"
The silent mumbling stopped and Harry stilled. "Yes, thank you."
Severus stood behind Fred and watched Harry. He looked back at the red headed man and sighed. "Are you ready to leave, Harry?"
Harry obediently got to his feet and went to stand next to his Master. "Yes Sir. May boy ask where we are going?" he asked softly and held his bag as if it were the most precious thing in the world to him; and perhaps it was.
Fred shook his head sadly and left the parlour to give Severus whatever privacy he might need in getting the younger man home safely. He certainly didn't envy the Potions Master his life with Harry in it, but he couldn't think of anyone better suited to push the former Seeker back into himself.
Severus watched Fred leave; he'd call back and talk to the younger man after he got Harry calmed down. He turned his attention to Harry. "We are going home Harry. To Hogwarts." He reached up to the mantle on the fireplace and tossed in a handful of the sparkling powder. He uttered the password and then called out their destination. "Come here, Harry. We'll go together, alright."
He decided to take it slow to prevent any more stress on the younger man. Severus picked up Harry as one would a child, settling the carpetbag between his and Harry's body. "Hang on to me, Harry. We'll go when you are ready. Just squeeze my neck when you are comfortable."
Harry tucked his face into the crook of Severus' neck and tightened his arms around the man's neck. "Thank you Master for coming back," he breathed softly and closed his eyes. He trusted the older man to take him safely through the floo network and not drop him.
Severus shivered as Harry's lips brushed his neck. "I'll always be here for you, Harry. I promise." He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the younger man’s back and held him tightly then bent and stepped into the floo. The grates whirled by and he opened his eyes and lunged forward when he saw his couches nearly fly past. He stepped gracefully from the hearth once more and shook the ash from his hair. "Here we are, Harry."
The smaller man opened his eyes slowly, raising his head to look around at the familiar rooms. Harry slid down as Severus loosed his grasp on him and silently went to 'his' corner and knelt down on the rug, his bag setting beside him as he tried to take up the least amount of space. "Quiet,” he said softly to himself as he looked down at the edge of the worn rug and the stone floor.
Severus grinned. "Yes, it's nice sometimes, isn't it?" He sank down onto the couch and lifted a foot to his knee to remove his boots. "Tell me what you did for fun while I was gone, Harry."
Harry frowned for a moment as he thought. "I sorted the bookshelves for Molly and she let me look at one," he said and thought a little more. "I went outside until I was told to play Quidditch." He crawled forward and began to unlace his Master's boots for him.
Severus shook his head. "That's not fun, Harry." He eyed the younger man and allowed him to remove his boots. He wiggled his toes once Harry had removed the heavy shoes. "We have to find something fun for you to do." He pulled Harry up into his lap and gave a put upon sigh. "How about some Exploding Snap?"
"I did wrong?" he asked softly as he heard the frustration in his Master's voice. He sat unmoving on the other man's lap as he tried to think of a way to make his behaviour better for the Professor. Master liked to brew in his workroom; he knew that, maybe that would make the man happy again.
"Would Sir like this boy to get your workroom ready for you?" he offered and then added. "This boy could punish himself for your enjoyment while you worked."
Harry's world was once again turned upside down and he was trying to find his equilibrium in the dour man's life, trying to make sure there was stillroom for him there. In the past fortnight he'd been terrified constantly that his Master was not coming back and that he would be given to Percy. He knew Percy knew Master Morgan, Master Morgan had brought the odd Weasley to his townhouse several times to 'play' with Harry.
Severus pulled Harry close and shook his head. "No Harry. You did well." He had hoped the children's game would bring Harry around since he had seen Weasley and Harry play with the cards numerous times. He stroked the dark hair. "I don't want you to punish yourself Harry you did nothing wrong."
He wasn't certain how to deal with the Percy issue until he knew what had occurred. If it was too much for the boy he would sedate him and call and talk to Fred. "Harry, can you tell me about Percy? You don't have to if you don't want to but I would like to know."
Harry stared straight ahead and spoke as if he'd only been asked the weather outside. "Percy likes to watch me bleed. Sometimes he likes to put things in me that make me bleed more, sometimes he tells me to do it so his hands stay clean. Would Master like to see?"
Severus stared at Harry horrified. "No, Harry I don't want to watch." He hugged Harry tightly to him. "Fred said they healed you. Are you in any pain anywhere?"
Harry looked sidelong at his Master. "I was bad there Master. I had to be punished," he said simply. "It's alright Sir there is nothing to keep me from serving you, Sir." One small hand played over Severus' long fingers and Harry smiled shyly. "Would you like your workroom made ready?"
"Harry, you are not bad. Do you understand me?" Severus told him firmly but without malice. "Now please show me if Fred and George missed something. I don't want you punished." A plan was forming and if he could get Harry settled then he could make a few floo calls and Percy would be naught but a smear on the horizon.
Harry bit his lip and raised his robe to expose himself to the other man's gaze. His inner thighs were a mass of red welts and bruises, the skin looked as if it had been furrowed by the younger man's fingernails. The flesh was swollen and in places crusty as if it had been oozing from the broken skin. "I had the last banger this morning and didn't know someone else wanted it," he said in explanation.
Severus leaned forward and touched the feverish skin. "Harry, when was Percy at the Burrow. Was it just this morning?" He stood and carted Harry into the bathroom. Time to make those phone calls as soon as he finished with Harry. "We have to get you fixed up, my Harry."
Harry shook his head. "No Master, Percy left several days ago, but instructed me to punish myself if I did bad. I only did what I was told," he replied, his voice trembling as he was settled on the countertop in the bathroom. "You said not to touch myself there and I didn't." He motioned to his genitals that amazingly weren't showing any signs of abuse.
Severus rubbed his face and nodded. "Harry, I do not want you to punish yourself any more. I don't care who tells you to do it." He lifted the boy's chin and looked him in the eye. "If I am your Master then I expect you to do as I say do you understand me?" He hated to play that card but if Percy held some sort of sway over Harry and he did this then all his work would be for nothing.
Harry nodded. "Yes Sir, I understand. Thank you Master for caring enough to expect me to behave properly," he said and smiled in the secure knowledge that if Sir thought he needed punished then he would be. He parted his thighs and stayed quiet as Severus smoothed salve over the ravaged skin. When the older man was finished, Harry picked up one of the long fingered hands and rubbed his cheek against it.
"I don't like being away from you, Master, it feels wrong. May I ask what you did while you were on holiday?" he asked, his spirits lifted as he came back to himself and realized once again where he was and who he was with.
Harry nodded. "Yes Master, I understand. If I need to be punished then you will be the one to instruct it or deliver it to me," he said and then smiled at the other man. He parted his thighs and stayed quiet as Severus smoothed salve over the ravaged skin. When the older man was finished, Harry picked up one of the long fingered hands and rubbed his cheek against it.
"May I ask what you did while you were on holiday?" he asked, his spirits lifted as he came back to himself and realized once again where he was and who he was with.
Severus stared at Harry for a moment, shocked at how fast Harry had come out of the episode. Maybe the trip to the Weasleys had been better for Harry than he had originally thought. He sighed as he wash his hands at the skin and thought about Harry's response and his question.
"Let's see... I took a road trip and visited an Indian Reservation. Visited with my friends and generally had a relaxing time." He didn't mention the sex or being arrested or the drunken binges. Harry didn't need to know about them. Those were his ways of unwinding and he didn't want Harry knowing just exactly what he did.
"That sounds like a lot of fun. The Burrow was really noisy most of the time, really hard to hear myself think sometimes. Molly was... well.... Molly," he said with a shy smile. "I thought she was going to pinch my cheeks off of my face at times." He looked closely at the Potions Master. "You look happy Sir."
As Severus stepped back, Harry hopped down and waited in the doorway of the bathroom. "What would you like me to do?"
Severus sighed and stared off in the distances of his room. "The place I visit has become my home, Harry ever so much more than Hogwarts." He smiled sadly and motioned the young man out of the loo. "What would you like to do, Harry?" The younger man had snapped out of the funk so Severus saw no reason to sedate him but the phone calls still need to be made. He hadn't bee able to get ahold of the creep that had been Harry's former Master yet but it was only a matter of time. Percy on the other hand was another story. "Would you like me to check what has been delivered and put it away?" Harry asked as he watched the expression on the Potions Master's face. "You didn't want to come back, did you?" The younger man waited for Severus to decide what he wished for him to do and wondered if Severus would have come back at all if he'd not had Harry here waiting for him.
Severus rubbed his face. Could one get jetlag from a portkey and how to answer that question? He sighed and flopped down on his bed. "Honestly, no Harry I didn't want to come back." He looked up at the ceiling and then raised up to see Harry. "Leave everything as it is and let's be lazy. I want to take a nap.” He pulled off his socks and flexed his long feet, wishing he were back at Damon and Grant's farmhouse.
Severus looked up at Harry again and patted the bed. "Come Harry, let's rest our eyelids." He leaned back again and closed his eyes.
Harry came forward and stopped at the armoire. "Would Sir like something more comfortable to rest in, and may I change?" he asked as he reached up and ran one hand through his unruly black hair, leaving it spiked and going all directions. He was looking forward to curling up next to his Master and resting, he'd not rested well in the time they'd been apart, although Fred had been understanding and let him sleep in his bed.
"Yes." Half asleep already, Severus stood and stripped down to his boxers. He flopped back down on the bed like a drugged man, sprawled across the large four-poster. The portkey and all the non stop releasing of pent up energy finally caught up with the Potions Master as his eyes closed once more and his clothes lay scattered across the room much like he had lived in the tent and then back at farmhouse.
Harry looked wide eyed at the mess, he'd never seen the other man put anything out of place in the time he'd lived with him. He quickly pulled his robe over his head and opened the armoire to pull out one of the tee shirts he slept in. Pulling it over his head, he stooped and picked up all of Severus' clothing, folding it and laying it neatly on the chair by the bed before he crawled up on the large four-poster and made himself comfortable nestled next to Severus.
Severus rolled over and wrapped himself around the small frame. He mumbled something in his sleep and tucked Harry up under his chin. His hand shot out and summoned the blanket in his sleep. It settled over them and he sighed as he drifted deeper in his exhaustion.
Harry fell into a comfortable sleep, secure in the other man's arms. The close scent of his Master was having an effect on the younger man in his sleep and he whimpered softly as his body began to respond. He turned to where he was facing the larger man and his face pressed into the crook of neck, his breath blowing in warm puffs over the Potions Master's skin.
Severus moaned and squeezed Harry to him then reached down and cupped the pert little bottom with one hand. "Feel good next to me little one." He mumbled and pressed a kiss to Harry's hair, breathing deeply the scent of his bed partner. Fresh and sweet like a summer's day. He snuggled back down in the blankets not wanting to move then realized where he was at and whom he was with. Harry not Davy. "Do you need to go to the loo, Harry?"
Harry breathed deeply and shook his head no as he wriggled a bit more and pulled his night shirt up to expose the warm skin of his bottom to his Master's hand. He whimpered low in his throat and raised one leg over Severus' hip, offering his bottom to the older man. "Please," he whispered hoarsely.
Severus opened his eyes and looked down into Harry's face. "Why?" He needed an answer before he could do anything. He had to know if Harry really wanted him or if it was just because in the near year that he had rescued the young man he hadn't fucked the boy. And he wouldn't not until Harry understood exactly what and why he was asking.
Emerald eyes looked back up at him and Harry licked his lower lip. "Because it's you, Master and I crave you to touch me please," he whispered and moved his leg back down once more and began to pull away. "If I did wrong, I'm sorry."
Master Not Severus. Severus' blood ran cold. Harry didn't want him; he wanted an illusion. He pushed down the hurt and nodded. "Desire is never wrong, little one." He scooted back to look at Harry. "I would like to see you, Harry. I want to see you pleasure yourself."
Harry bit his lower lip and reached down between them to pull up his nightshirt, unsure of exactly what Severus wanted to see him do. "I don't know what to use," he said softly, his little erection wilting under the older man's gaze.
Max's words came back to Severus. "Touch yourself, little Harry. Make it feel good for you. No pain, no blood just pleasure for you." He smiled at the younger man hoping to show him that this was acceptable.
Harry brought one hand down and tentatively touched his penis, his breath hitching, when the small organ twitched he pulled his hand back quickly. His face coloured and he pulled his shirt back down once more, ashamed of the fact the other man didn't seem to have any desire to touch him. Harry closed his eyes against the tears and rolled to his other side so Master Severus wouldn't have to look at him.
Confused Severus wrinkled his brow and rolled Harry back over. "What's the matter, Harry?" He wiped the tears from the small face and shushed him. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."
Not sure if he was understanding him properly, Harry reached out and ran a hand over the Potions Master's groin and slipped his fingers into the fly, touching his warm flesh how he thought he would like himself to be touched. "Like that I think," he said softly.
"Ahhh." Severus groaned and pulled Harry's little hand from his boxers. He returned the small hand to Harry's crotch and curled the fingers around his prick. "Show me on you. I want to watch you pleasure yourself." He smiled at the younger man. "That way I'll know how you like it."
"I'm sorry Sev'rus," Harry breathed almost inaudibly and then yanked at himself. He grunted and pulled again trying to get it over with since the other man wouldn't touch him. Harry knew from experience that he could get himself off in less than two minutes; he'd been timed and beaten if he took too long.
Severus cringed as Harry manhandled himself. He placed a hand over Harry's and stopped the younger man. "There's no need to be sorry Harry, I just want to watch you enjoy yourself. Do you understand?" He wrapped his hand around Harry's and stroked gently, not actually touching Harry's flesh but guiding his hand. "Time your time and show me you enjoy touching yourself.
Harry was shaking as his prick began to firm back up. "May I have something inside me?" he asked as he let Severus' hand move his slowly. "Please Sev, please." His legs fell open and the words were spoken under his breath. His eyes locked on the obsidian ones of the other man.
Severus closed his eyes. He had nothing for the younger man; nothing non lethal anyway but he wasn't going into that tonight. This was about Harry. He summoned his wand and then called a potion from the bathroom. He tipped the phial over Harry's other hand. "Use your fingers, Harry. I don't have any toys here for you but if you show me you can gently pleasure yourself, I'll take you to pick out anything your heart desires."
Harry looked at his oily fingers and then looked around the room, there were several candles on the dresser... maybe if his fingers weren't enough. The younger man nodded and quickly slid two fingers into his little hole, hissing as the burn took his breath away. He brought his other arm around behind him and spread his cheeks further apart as he pushed back onto his fingers, trying to find that little spot he'd had hit a few times.
Frantically, he pushed his fingers in as deep as they could go and rocked his hips back and forth on them, his tiny cock hard and leaking in front of him. "It's not enough Severus, please it's not enough," he cried out as he slid in fingers from his other hand.
Severus sighed, feeling his resolve slowly slipping away. He didn't want the other man to hurt himself and he didn't want to take advantage of Harry but the little man had been with him for nine months and not once had he seen Harry relieve himself sexually. He was beginning to wonder if the other man was damaged somehow.
"Harry." He said softly. He eased the small man's fingers from his arse and cleaned them with his wand then poured clean lubricant over them. He wrapped one of Harry's hands around the small prick then curled his own hand around the small bollocks. He caressed the wrinkled flesh then petted the smooth skin just underneath. "Stroke yourself Harry and we'll see what I can do for you."
Harry whimpered and spread his legs, his hips pumping him up into his loosely curled fist. He could feel a heaviness in his sac and he stilled his movements with effort, he knew what it meant. "Please in me, please..." he cried out and canted his hips up in offering to Severus.
Severus raised up and tipped the phial over Harry's balls. He drizzled the potion on his fingers and slid them over Harry's opening. He didn't press into the other man but just ran his fingers over the sensitive area. "I can't little one, I would hurt you."
He leaned closer to Harry's ear and nuzzled the small man. "Come for me Harry. Can you do that?" He continued to rub over Harry's entrance, circling it with his thumb.
Harry shuddered and pulled at himself more, his moans growing louder as he pushed back into the gentle fingers. He wanted so badly to feel something inside him that wouldn't hurt him, for once something that wouldn't leave him bleeding.
Tossing his head from side to side, growing more frustrated by the slow teasing, Harry rolled to his side and reached behind him to hold onto the other man's hand. "Please Severus, let me feel your fingers inside me," he begged and tried to impale himself slowly on his index finger.
Closing his eyes and damning himself, Severus slid his finger slowly into Harry. "Better, Harry?" His voice soft as he began to glide his finger in and out of the other man. He felt Harry loosening up and pushed his finger all the way into the other man then pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in again.
He opened his eyes to watch Harry's reaction and make certain he wasn't hurting the younger man. The smaller man was flushed and sweat had broken out over Harry's face. He pushed back the fringe with one hand and leaned up to press a kiss to the famous scar.
Harry's eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly. "Feels so good," he cried out and began to ride the long finger, his muscles clenching and unclenching. His small hand was stroking himself faster and he could feel himself getting closer.
"More my Sev, more," he panted as he raised his leg up more to give access for another finger. He was leaning forward and pressing kisses all over Severus' throat and chest.
Severus whimpered softly as Harry called his name and showered him with affection. He had already gotten involved with Harry and had to admit to himself that he wanted the younger man. Hearing his pleas did nothing to cool his desires. He took a deep breath and sold his soul by easing a second finger into Harry and capturing his red, sweet mouth in a slow tender kiss.
That first taste stole his breath and he gave his heart away to the imp that had invaded his life.
It was the second finger that did it; Harry arched his back and cried out. His fist tightened around his cock, his sac drawing up to spurt nearly chunky seed from his slit. It had been so long since he'd been allowed release and it hurt badly. "Harder," he gasped as he pushed back on the long fingers, his channel tightening nearly to the point of cramping as another spurt landed on Severus' belly.
Severus gasped and pulled away from Harry to look at the seed in confusion. Why was it so think? His fingers felt like they were trapped in a vice and he couldn't move without hurting the younger man so he let Harry ride on his fingers. He ran his other fingers through the congealing semen then brought it to his face to examine it and shook his head. Surely it hadn't been that long since Harry had ejaculated. He was a young man after all. He looked back down at the smaller man. "Are you alright, Harry?"
Harry's chest heaved with his panting as he continued to slide himself up and down on Severus' fingers, he was still hard and his body wasn't finished. His limbs trembled and his hand tightened around his small cock again, stroking frantically for relief. Harry closed his eyes and cried out Severus' name as the second orgasm swept through him, leaving him limp and shaken in his Master's arms.
Severus eased his fingers from Harry's body, noticing the second ejaculate was almost as thick as the first. Nine months was a long time to go without release for a mature individual and he wondered if Harry should see a healer because he had no idea how long it had been before. He looked down at the spent young man and shook his head. "Better now?"
Harry gave a little mew of distress as Severus slipped his fingers from his bottom, but quieted right down and wriggled closer to the other man. "Didn't hurt... thank you," he slurred as he twined his legs between Severus' and blinked his eyes sleepily. As he made himself comfortable, he reached one hand up and began to stroke the other man's loose hair, tangled his fingers in it and sighing contentedly.
Severus sighed and shook his head. A flick of his wand had the mess cleaned away. "You did very good, Harry. From now on when you feel the need to relieve yourself I want you to do so. You don't need to wait on me. Do you understand?" He reached up and stroked the damp hair back from Harry's face.
Harry was roused from his stupor by his Master's words; yes, he understood. "Yes Sir, don't bother you with it. I understand," he said with a nod and moved his hand from the inky strands his fingers had been playing in. He'd overstepped his boundaries horribly and his Master was being kind by not punishing him for it.
"Excuse me please," he said softly and rolled to the edge of the bed and stood on shaky legs to go to the toilet.
Severus grabbed Harry's arm. "Harry, that's not what I meant. Sit down here; we need to have a talk about things."
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the floor. "Yes Sir."
Severus sat up and looked down at himself. He pulled the blanket over his lap and reached out to tip Harry's face up so he could meet the younger man's eyes. "Harry, what just happened ... you were beautiful. I should not have taken the liberties that I did with you."
Harry looked at him; confusion was plain on his face. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Why do you think you shouldn't have touched me?" he asked as he licked his lips.
Severus sighed. "You are not mine to have, Harry. You are getting better every day and you will leave and get on with your life."
"But I don't want to leave..." Harry said and looked around himself sadly. "I wanted to stay with you. I love you."
Severus barely managed to contain his shock and then shook his head. "I'm not saying you have to leave, little one, I told you that you would always be welcome. But you don't want me."
Harry looked at the older man and bit his lip. "With all due respect Sir, I know what I want and I know who I wish to be with. I might be broken, but I do know that much," he said clearly and waited to see how Severus would react.
Severus closed his eyes. "You can't know that, Harry. You may have feelings of gratitude since I helped you but it's not..." He trailed off not know what to say to avoid sending the other man into a tailspin. The words were something he had longed to hear for sometime but he knew the feelings behind them were not real. How could they be? Half the time Harry didn't even recognize him for who he was. He had learned to care very much for the younger man and had to give him the chance at freedom.
"What I am trying to say Harry is you are young. You're just recovering from an abusive relationship. You are free now, Harry. No one will keep you here."
Harry looked down at the floor sadly. "I understand," he said and stood up once more. He knew inside that he wanted the older man as his lover and protector, but Master had said he didn't know his mind. He would do as Master asked. Harry made his way to the bathroom and shut the door behind him quietly, he had many things to think about and decide.
After he finished his business, he ran cool water over a flannel and laid it over his face and cried into it silently. He had no idea where he would go, because even if he'd been told he could stay, he didn't want to be a burden any longer. There on the cool tile floor, he sat and planned out what to do with his life.
"I don't think you truly do, my Harry." Severus said softly and rubbed his face then climbed out of the bed. He tied on a dressing robe and made his way into the sitting room of his quarters. His heart hurt after telling Harry those things. He didn't want the younger man to leave but he knew he couldn't keep him here. Harry needed a normal life after being abused and Severus couldn't give him that. He wouldn't force Harry to stay in that submissive role he had been forced in to.
Severus hated to admit it but he loved Harry. Not that he would ever be able to tell the young man that. The good times as well as the bad parts he craved being with the other man and had stayed in a stupor almost the entire trip because he had missed the small man.
He pulled down a bottle of Firewhisky and a tumbler then poured what would most likely be the first of many, many shots.
Harry came out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the bed was empty, wiping the tears away with the heel of his hand, he quickly dressed in an outfit of Muggle clothing and put one change of clothing in the carpetbag he'd taken to the Burrow. He didn't feel right packing anything else since the Potions Master had paid for it all, even wearing the clothes on his back made him feel heavily indebted to the other man and he vowed to reimburse him the money as soon as he could get into his Gringott's account.
Under the impression that the other man was most likely busy in his workroom, Harry left the bedroom with one last look and then started for the door. The light was dim and his eyes clouded with tears as he passed behind the chair where his Master would sit in the evenings.
Severus blinked his bleary eyes and heard the pad of Harry's small feet. " 'Arry. Wh're y'u go'n'?" He drank the last little bit of alcohol and carefully set the tumbler back on the table. He poured a finger worth more Firewhisky in the glass and swirled it waiting for the flames to go out before downing this bit as well.
The smaller man nearly jumped out of his skin, he spun around to find his Master looking at him blearily. "I'm not sure, London I think," he said as he took a hesitant step forward. "I shouldn't take up any more of your time. I've taken enough already. Thank you for tolerating me Sir, I shan't bother you again." He bent forward and swiftly kissed Severus on the cheek before he turned away once more.
Severus reached out to grab Harry's arm, missed and tried again. "Don't le've me." He said softly and hung his head.
Harry stopped at the warm hand on his arm and he looked curiously at the other man. "Are you alright, Severus?" he asked gently as he came around to kneel in front of the Potions Master, one hand reaching up to stroke his cheek.
Severus groaned and placed his hand over Harry's on his cheek. He closed his eyes and raised his face but didn't open his eyes. " 'M fine." He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Harry. "You don't hav' ta le've. 'M sorry, "arry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about," Harry said and laid his head in the other man's lap. "I'm the one who is sorry. I wanted more than what I should."
Severus sighed and smiled. He stroked Harry's hair. "So soft." He poured another drink with his other hand and watched the flames for a moment. "Des're's a good thing, 'Arry. I want you, just c'n't 'ave y'u." He tossed back that glass and leaned back in his chair. "Too go'd f'r me." He blinked a few times and closed his eyes, continuing to stroke the dark hair.
"Why?" Harry asked as he made himself more comfortable on his knees and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist. "I do love you, you know." He pressed his lips to the man's robed thigh and then laid his cheek over the kiss.
Severus snorted and shook his head. "No y'u don't. 'M old, 'Arry. Used up." He said softly. He grabbed the bottle and forewent the glass. After taking a long swallow he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Y'u des'rve better. Some'ne who c'n love you lik' y'u des'rve."
Harry smiled sadly. "You aren't old and you aren't used up," he said with a sigh. "As for someone I deserve, I don't know if Morgan would take me back now... but I'll find out." He stood slowly and looked down at the drunken man. "I hope you find someone that you can want in your life." He bent down and pressed a kiss laced with tears on the shiny black hair before he picked his bag up once more.
"Want y'u, love you. Don't le've me." Severus murmured and passed out in his chair dropping the bottle of Firewhisky on the floor.
Harry stopped as Severus’ words rang in his ears and he turned back to the unconscious man, tossing his bag to the sofa. "Severus, Sir, wake up," he said as he gently shook the other man. "Come on, let's get you to your bed. I do love you, you impossible man."
When Severus didn't budge, Harry stood up and accessed the situation at hand. He was too small to move the larger man and he wasn't sure if the limited wand he was allowed would do the trick. Harry looked at him once more and winced as he recalled how badly his Master's neck had ached the last time he'd fallen asleep in the chair.
Making his decision, Harry drew his child's wand from his back pocket and waved it over Severus. "Mobilicorpus!" he said forcefully and nearly cheered when the lanky body rose in the air. Carefully, he manoeuvred his Severus back into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed.
After he covered him up, Harry fetched a Hangover Potion, a Pepper-Up, and a headache potion from the bathroom, placing them all on Severus' bedside table with a glass of water charmed to stay cool.
That done, the little man stripped down to his boxers and tee shirt before crawling back into the bed next to the man he loved.