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Are We All We Are (Severus/Harry)
Title: Are We All We Are
Characters/Pairing: Severus/Harry
Word Count: 429
Rating: R
Warnings: Frottage
Challenge: Day 14
Author's Notes: Not beta-ed. For lilyseyes and her prompt: comforting


Harry is certain lying on Severus shouldn't be comforting but it is. He runs his fingers along Severus' almost skeletal body, the pale flesh scarred and dry slides along his palm and it's so very warm and alive. They both are, finally. His own body isn't a thing of great beauty either, life and love has bent but not broken them.

The scars tell their story and live not only on the skin but in their hearts as well. His fingers trace one deep gash on a scrawny hip even as Severus' rub along the marks on his back.

Severus' voice rumbles and his head rattles with the vibrations and he's almost certain one bony rib is going to leave more than just a red pressure line along his cheekbone one day.

He's distracted when Severus' hand cups the back of his head and Harry twists, looking up at the aquiline nose and sharp, carved cheekbones. It's a harsh face for a harsh man but Harry wouldn't change a thing.

Planting his hands on the mattress, Harry rises up and Severus watches him with his dark, fathomless eyes. He used to think that thin mouth was cruel and he knows it can be even when Severus moves under him. But it is also generous when Severus wants it to be so.

His mouth is on Severus' after they make eye contact and it's rough, chapped skin and crooked nipping teeth thrill him like nothing ever has. It is the best of them both that Harry seeks for he can be just as cruel and arrogant as Severus.

Severus' hands are magic as they shift the power between them in their lives and loving. He arches into Harry's touch just as Harry, in turn, caresses Severus. It's never enough, even when the friction between them is hot and hard but they try. They push one another toward climax and nary is a word uttered.

It's a comforting silence only broken by pants and gasps. Harry opens his eyes to find Severus staring right at him and he's drawn into the consoling chaos of desire and arousal. They hit the moment at the same time, the wet heat between them spreading across their skin.

Severus draws him close and Harry sighs, the puffs of air blowing chills across sweat slicked skin. Later, they will be stuck fast and Severus will bitch but he also knows that this uncomfortable mess is only a byproduct of the reassurance of being together, especially when Severus' mouth presses a soft kiss to his messy head.