unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2005-05-22 11:40:00 |
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Original poster: irana
Title: Artifice
Author: irana or Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: NC17/18
Pairings: HP/SS
Warnings: bottom!Harry
Summary: Severus begs his friend Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend to get rid of an admirer. Post-war...Severus is seen as just as big of a hero as Harry. But is it just pretense he wants?
Disclaimer: JKR I am not. Play with her toys, I do. I'll give them back, but they may be a bit worn out by then. What you don't recognize is mine.
Author's Notes: Written for pen_and_umbra for the 2005 Snarry Detention Ficathon. Thanks to darnedchild for the title. 3,731 words. Sorry this took so long. Had a hell of a time getting it beta read.
Beta(s): rillathegrape thanks for all the last minute help. It couldn't have been done without you.
***
Harry very carefully placed his drink on the small table in front of him before turning to regard Severus.
"Let me be certain I understand you correctly. You've an admirer you want to get rid of, so you want me to pose as your lover?"
Severus nodded, eyes darting around the room in embarrassment. Really, there was no one else he could trust enough to do this, none who wouldn't demand all sorts of unnecessary boons or use the situation as leverage at some later point. Harry was his friend, although had anyone even suggested the mere possibility five years ago, he would have had him or her immediately committed to St. Mungos ward for the criminally insane.
They had earned each other's respect in Harry's final year at Hogwarts. The mature boy he was then had shown Severus the confident, capable man he would become, and Severus had grudgingly admitted that perhaps he wasn't as brainless and idiotic as he sometimes appeared. Harry had laughed, and told him he was nowhere near as unfeeling and cold underneath the snark and vitriol as he appeared, merely bitter and disillusioned. Severus had been shocked the boy had seen so clearly.
Watching Harry calmly accept and reject plans for defeating Voldemort, making wise battle calls and leading his group of troops, had solidified Severus' respect for the man. Then after, when Harry refused to accept anything less than Severus being recognized for his part in the war, their respect had turned to deep friendship, and had stayed that way for the past three years.
At twenty-two, Harry carried himself much like someone twice his age, and was very pleasant company to be around. Except perhaps, right this moment, as Severus waited to hear if Harry intended to go along with this.
"All right," Harry agreed. "How long, and for whom, and just what will this entail?"
Severus nearly sighed in relief and just managed to mask it. "Thank you. The length required for this farce is indeterminate, however, I dearly hope it will not take much longer than a week or so. We will need to be seen in public, and," he added, grimacing slightly, "we will need to appear to be thoroughly besotted with each other."
He glanced up sharply as Harry chuckled and drawled, "No Potter, there will be none of that childish business of crawling all over each other. A few casual touches should do if we can mange to make them appear intimate."
Harry did laugh then. "What Severus? Afraid you'll ruin your reputation of unfeeling bastard? It's already blown with me remember?" Harry added, referring to an enlightening visit with Severus' Great Aunt. The elderly woman had come to visit Severus at his home in Hogsmeade, and the potions master had fretted, in his own unique way, over the woman, providing her with everything he could to ensure her comfort, including brewing her a potion to soak her feet in.
Severus glared at Harry. "I thought we had agreed that was not to be discussed ever again. Had you not poked your nose in uninvited, you would never have seen that. Once you had, you simply should have left, but no. Not the erstwhile Harry Potter. No, you had to stay and ingratiate yourself with my great aunt."
"Shut it Snape," Harry grinned, enjoying their banter. "You commanded it not be discussed, but I never agreed. When have you ever known me to pass up the chance to do the exact opposite of what you wish? At least you've the comfort of knowing I'll do it solely in the privacy of your own home."
"Ah yes, the Gryffindor nobility at work," Severus replied drolly. He topped off their glasses of fire whiskey and relaxed into his chair.
"You've still got to tell me who we're conducting this charade for Severus. I hope you didn't think you'd get away without telling me."
"I'd rather hoped you had. Pity you choose now to use that bloody pea you call a brain," the older man snarked. A slight undertone of embarrassment could be heard in his voice and Harry smothered a smile of satisfaction that he knew the man well enough to pick up on it.
"It can't be all that bad Severus. Come on, who is it?"
"Blaise Zabini." The answer was spoken so softly Harry had to strain to hear it.
"You're having me on," Harry replied, shocked and not a little livid. Zabini had taken both the men Harry cared for as partners from him, Neville and Malfoy, then dropped them after he realised they had no plans of allowing him to utilise their fortune or their fame for his own purposes. Now he was after Severus, who Harry hoped would one day see just how much he cared for him. Not bloody fucking likely! he thought. No way is Zabini getting Severus, not if I have any say in it.
"I'm perfectly serious. Have you known me to make light of a matter such as this before Potter?" Severus snapped.
"When do we start?" Harry asked in reply. Severus looked at him in surprise.
Later, after having concocted a plan to fool Zabini into thinking he and Severus were an item, Harry returned to his flat, still fuming at the gall of the younger Slytherin. Deciding his anger would be put to better use in implementing the plan, Harry readied himself for bed, and slept.
***
A pretense planned to have lasted only a week was now into the end of the fourth. Zabini was a persistent bugger. He simply wouldn't accept the small shows of affection Harry and Severus gave, nor the many times they graced the front page of the Prophet. He was determined to get Severus, now more so as he was supposedly with Harry. He'd decided as Harry and Severus still lived separately, he still had a chance of driving them apart. This made Harry even more determined to keep them together, so much so that it was easy for both Harry and Severus to forget they really weren't together.
"I don't get it," Harry said, once more reclining in a chair by Severus' fireplace. "It's like knowing you're with me has only made Zabini more determined to have you."
Severus looked up at that and said softly, "Need I remind you Harry, that we are not in fact, together?" Although I am beginning to believe we might rub along well if we were.
Harry flushed and waved his hand dismissively. "You know what I mean, Severus." He sighed. "I'm beginning to think perhaps you should have asked someone else. It's been a bloody month and he's not given up."
Curious, Severus asked, "What makes you believe he won't?"
"Well… you see," Harry flushed. "He has a thing for taking what he considers mine. Neville and Draco both. And now you. If I'd thought it through, I would have realised he'd only want you more if he thought we were together."
Severus mulled that over for several minutes before he spoke. "Be that as it may, there is no one else I would trust with something of this nature," he admitted. He had no intention of admitting he'd begun to feel as though it were real, and that he reminded Harry it wasn't real solely for the purpose of reminding himself.
"In any case, Blaise has seen fit to invite himself to dine here with us tomorrow night. I could not discourage him from doing so after he particularly pointed out he wished to see us interact together in my home."
"That sneaky little bugger!" Harry exhaled, reluctant admiration warring with sheer irritation. "Right, how shall we do this?"
"I suspect he will expect to see us being – affectionate – with each other. More so than normal," Severus replied, bringing his drink to his lips to hide his blush. He was a very private person, always had been, but at this point there was little he would not do to dissuade Zabini. The fact that he rather enjoyed the idea of sharing a proper kiss with Harry had nothing to do with this whatsoever.
"We'll manage. I reckon I'd best get home and get some sleep. Something tells me tomorrow will be a very long night," Harry said as he stood. "Sleep well Severus. I'll be by sometime in the early afternoon in case Zabini decides to show early."
Severus nodded, eyes following Harry's movements as he shrugged into his cloak. "I will see you tomorrow," he said, moments before Harry stepped into the Floo and disappeared.
Harry was right. It was a very long night, particularly as it started in the afternoon. Harry had arrived by Floo, to Severus' consternation, with a garment bag of clothing. He'd placed the robes next to Severus' with a blithe explanation that should Blaise decide to wander, he would see ample evidence that they were quite serious. He'd conjured toiletries and the like, and placed them neatly beside Severus' in the washroom, taken off his robes and his shoes, and padded into the kitchen to help Severus decide on dinner.
Two hours later, and a full three hours before he was meant to arrive at 7pm, Blaise Zabini knocked on Severus' door.
To say Blaise was put out to see Harry lounging on the settee behind Severus as he opened the door was putting it mildly. He was even more annoyed that the first few buttons of Potter's shirt were undone.
"Professor," he greeted Severus, allowing his gaze to rest appreciatively on the older man. "What's he doing here?" He shouldn't be here yet sod it all!
Severus raised a brow. "Why wouldn't he be?" he asked as he stepped aside to allow Blaise to enter.
"No reason, I suppose. I just wasn't expecting to see him making free with your furniture."
Severus gave Blaise an amused look and internally thanked Harry for his foresight. "Why not? It's his furniture as well," he said, turning and gliding over to Harry, sitting on the settee next to him and placing Harry's bare feet in his lap.
Harry looked up then as if just noticing Blaise for the first time. "Hullo, Zabini. Dinner isn't ready. I'm afraid we weren't expecting you for a few hours yet."
Blaise fought to keep his face expressionless. Damn it all, Potter had no right to look so comfortable and at home here, and Snape should be massaging his feet, not Potter's.
"Potter. I was in the neighborhood and hoped to have a few moments of private conversation with my old Head of House."
Harry deliberately misinterpreted what Blaise meant. "Oh, I don't know. I think he's just right, not old at all," he said, throwing Severus an affectionate look. "Would you like a moment with your ex-student?"
There was nothing Severus wanted less, but he nodded. Harry smiled and swung his feet off Severus' lap, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "I won't be long," then closing his mouth over the lobe and sucking in clear view of Blaise. He gave Zabini a jaunty little wave as he left, delighting in Blaise's scowl.
Severus watched Harry leave before turning to Blaise. "What can I do for you Blaise?" he asked bluntly.
"Nothing so serious Severus," Blaise said coyly, slinking over to sit on the settee next to Snape.
Severus stood and reseated himself in the chair across form Blaise. "I don't recall giving you leave to use my given name," he said dryly.
Blaise shrugged. "Potter uses it, and I can hardly see him being more worthy than I?"
"It is not a question of being worthy, Mr. Zabini," Severus said icily, "but of familiarity. Harry is my lover. You are not." And never will be you obsequious tart.
"My apologies Sir. I meant no offense," Blaise offered ingratiatingly.
"None the less, you have given it, both by appearing on my doorstep without warning, and by your unwelcome familiarity."
Just then Harry walked back into the room carrying a tray with three glasses. "I hope you've a taste for brandy, Zabini. It's all we have."
That wasn't quite the truth, but Harry got a kick out of watching Zabini try to hide his distaste. Harry knew full well Blaise hated brandy, even if Severus didn't. Neville had let it slip once. He watched in delight as Blaise took the glass closest to him and immediately took a drink. Turning to Severus, he handed him one of the two that had been sitting together on the tray, then took the other.
They talked over inconsequential things for a while and then Blaise began to exhibit signs of sleepiness.
"Sorry Professor," he murmured, mortified. "I've not been sleeping well," he lied, trying to figure out why he was suddenly so tired.
Severus stood, and Harry did as well. "You may avail yourself of the settee. Harry and I will retire to allow you some obviously much needed rest." He swept from the room and Harry followed, but not until after giving Zabini a satisfied smirk.
They entered Severus' private sitting room and Severus turned to Harry, amusement clear in his voice. "What did you do Harry?"
Harry looked at him innocently. "Nothing Severus. A bit of Sleeping Draught accidentally fell into his glass is all."
Severus smirked and gestured to the chairs, where they sat and read in companionable silence for the next hour and a half.
Dinner was an unmitigated disaster, as in an effort to prove that he doubted Potter would be brave enough to dose him with potion again, Blaise got himself blind pissed, and ended up needing to be moved into the guestroom. He'd disappeared earlier, ostensibly to use the loo, but had been gone long enough for both Harry and Severus to realise he'd ducked into Severus' rooms.
After settling the man in the guestroom, both men closed the door and sat in the main sitting room.
"There's nothing for it now," Harry said. 'We'll have to sleep together. If Blaise wakes up and we're not in the same room, he'll know we've been having him on."
Severus' cock gave an interested twitch at the phrase 'sleep together' and he tamped down on the disappointment he felt when he realised Harry meant exactly that. Sleep.
"Then may I suggest we turn in, and get this farce over with?" Severus snapped, regretting it immediately.
"It'll be over soon Severus," Harry replied reassuringly. "Then you can have your life back, without my constant presence in it." It never once occurred to Harry that Severus might not want that, because Harry wanted very much to stay a constant presence in Severus' life, and couldn't imagine the other man feeling the same.
They entered Severus' rooms, Harry going immediately to the bedroom to retrieve his night clothing, and changing in the loo. Severus followed him and changed in the bedroom, having already crawled under the sheets by the time Harry returned.
"Harry," he asked softly, "do you notice anything different in here?"
Harry thought for a minute before sliding into the bed next to Severus and saying even softer, "It feels as though there's something else here. A charm perhaps."
"There is," Severus said, sliding out an arm to pull Harry closer so he could whisper in his ear. "I believe it is an observation charm. We can leave nothing to chance, and we dare not remove it."
Harry swallowed hard. "That bloody blighter," he whispered, snuggling himself closer into Severus' arms.
"Good night Harry," Severus whispered, knowing he would get no sleep this night, not with the temptation that was Harry Potter wrapped around him.
"Good night Severus," Harry responded, brushing a light kiss across Severus' lips before closing his eyes. He doubted he would sleep with everything he wanted wrapped around him, but he was determined to try.
Surprisingly enough, they both slept not an hour later.
Sometime during the night, Severus awoke to the feeling of hands sliding along his thigh. A thigh that was currently held between two knees. It was then he realised that there were lips on his collarbone.
"Harry, what in Salazar's name do you think you are doing?" Not that I wish you to cease whatever it is, Snape though.
Harry licked his way to Severus' ear. Taking advantage of a splendid opportunity. "The charm's been activated. I felt the prickle of magic across my skin. What else could it be?" he whispered into the other man's ear, his lips brushing against it as he spoke.
"Nothing that I can think of," Severus replied. Fortunately.
"Neither can I?" Harry said before he leaned forward and kissed Severus, his tongue teasing the other man's lips and asking for entrance. Severus granted it, and Harry moaned as he slipped his tongue inside the mouth he'd wanted to taste for months, his cock hardening and pushing insistently against Severus.
The flared and took off, Severus plundering Harry's mouth as he rolled on top of him, the Slytherin in him screaming that he take what he wanted, as it might never be offered again. Harry's body rocking up against him only inflamed that need and he found himself thrusting back, prick on fire with sensation as it brushed up against Harry's own.
"Gods, I've wanted this all day," Harry whimpered, shocking Severus until it occurred to the older man that they did not know if the charm was auditory or simply one of observation. Harry had certainly been loud enough for a charm to pick up.
"And I as well," Severus replied, sinking his teeth into the skin of Harry's shoulder. For far longer than a day, he admitted to himself, as he could never admit as much to Harry out loud.
The kissing and touching continued, hands stroking and exploring, both committing this night to memory; the sounds, the feel, the scents.
Severus slipped down Harry's body, under the sheets, lifted the nightshirt and fastened his mouth our Harry's cock, wet and hard and needy. The sound Harry made at that was delightful, and got better and louder as Severus sucked, his tongue working.
"Oh gods, Severus, please." Harry's voice was broken, full of need and desire, and his eyes as they looked down at the man sucking his brains through his cock were wild.
"Are you quite certain Harry?" he asked, wanting nothing so much as that, and groaned when he was given a nod of affirmation. "I'm going to take you in my mouth again Harry. I want you to come for me that way. I want to taste you, swallow you, have some part of you inside me."
Harry moaned and thrust his hips, the idea clearly a welcome one. Severus returned to his previous task and swallowed Harry whole, moaning around him at the way the thick cock felt in his throat. He'd never imagined being able to do this with Harry, never imagined Harry would allow it, and devoted himself to giving Harry the best orgasm this way he'd ever received.
Blaise, in his room watching, curled his nose. The affection between the two was obvious, and it occurred to him that this was one man he would never steal from Harry. He knew enough about Severus to realise the stern man would not likely give so freely, so urgently, to someone he did not genuinely care for and sighed. There was always Weasley, he supposed. Or Boot. He ended the charm and went to sleep, his subconscious already plotting ways to seduce Weasley.
"Please," Harry begged, his body and mind desperate to have Severus inside him. "Please Severus, I need you. I want to come on your cock."
Severus froze and pulled off, sliding up Harry's body and moaning with the pleasure of it. "Harry, I…"
"Please Severus," Harry interrupted. "I want you to. I need you to."
Severus searched Harry's eyes, and whatever he was seeking, he must have found, because he leaned over to pull a vial of lubricant from the beside drawer, coating his fingers and sliding one inside Harry's lush warmth.
"Salazar, you're tight," he breathed.
"More, gods more," Harry gasped, writhing beneath Severus, his eyes lit with want.
Severus added another finger, and yet another, mind bending at the sheer heat and tightness enclosing his fingers, replacing them in his mind with himself, and he knew he couldn't wait another moment.
"Harry I can't… I need…"
"Please, Severus. Now."
Sighing in anticipation and relief – Severus would never take Harry did he not truly wish him to – Severus coated himself and lined up, pushing slowly until the head of his prick breached Harry, one ecstatic gasp mirroring the other.
"Oh god," Harry moaned, the feeling of having Severus Snape inside him overwhelming.
Severus pushed forward a bit more, biting his lip for control as he sank completely into Harry's body. Harry squeezed and Severus' eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure of it, and he couldn't help but pull out and thrust back in, desperate for more.
"Fuck yes," Harry moaned, thrusting his hips to meet Severus' strokes. "Just like that."
Severus gasped, moving harder and faster and deeper, reaching out to close a hand around Harry only to have it batted away.
"I meant it," Harry whimpered. "I want to come on your cock alone." His eyes closed, and he focused on the sensation of having Snape fill him, and lost himself in pleasure.
Severus knew he was close, knew they both were, and when Harry came he shuddered and sank into him once, twice more, and cried out as his own release spilled from him with the power of a tornado. Exhausted, he fell over Harry, just managing to catch himself by the elbows.
"Severus," Harry began after a short while. "I've something to tell you."
Above him, the older man tensed. "What is it?"
"I don't want this to be a farce anymore. I want it to be real. I have for a very long time."
Severus relaxed, and smiled in the darkness.
"Then so it shall be," he said, rolling them both to the side. He had every intention of sleeping buried inside his new lover. Knowing Harry wanted this, wanted him, was as pleasurable as the sensations evoked by taking him. Severus had no intention of ever giving up either feeling.