unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2005-08-04 01:15:00 |
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Original poster: ravenrosebud
HBP SPOILERS
Title: The Cell
Author: Ravenrosebud
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R
Summary: Harry needs answers and there is only one man who has them.
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. No harm is meant by this story, I was just bored.
Warning: dirty talk, anolingus
A/N: This has nothing to do with the story…but does anyone think it is slightly disturbing that when I’m bored I make my mini-Snape doll and mini-Harry doll do highly inappropriate things?
Word Count: 2,168
HBP SPOILERS
The moon was full and Harry was grateful for the light leading him through the darkness. His insides were twisting as he approached the large crumbling castle that was looming over him. Wilted flowers and weeds decorated the path.
The others could not understand his urge to do this; they had put it behind them. The war was over, Voldemort was dead and the majority of the Death Eaters had either been killed or put in Azkaban. There was no need to dwell on what had happened, but Harry couldn’t forget.
What if they had been wrong, they were about Sirius. Harry couldn’t stand the thought of another man wasting away behind bars. Though, they couldn’t be wrong, he had seen it happen. For some reason Harry couldn’t let it go. He had been so filled with rage then but now that things had settled down, he couldn’t help but think that there was more to the story.
Due to what happened during the war dementors no longer guarded the prison; the ministry had no control over them. Harry handed his wand over at the visitors’ desk and rolled his eyes at the way the young guard gave him a very thorough rub down just incase.
“Severus Snape, you have a visitor.”
Harry stepped through the doorway and into the small cell where his former professor had spent the last two years. Harry waited until he heard the door close and lock behind him before stepping further into the cell.
The cell was small and dark, the only light coming from the tiny window high on the wall. There was a large bowl of water sitting just to the right of the door with a sponge sitting next to it. Harry noticed a bare mattress in the left corner, it was empty.
“Snape?” There was movement from the corner behind him. Harry turned and laid eyes on Snape for the first time since that night. Snape was wearing ragged gray pajama like pants and a large gray shirt.
“Harry Potter, to what do I owe this.....pleasure?”
“Closure. I can’t forget that night, the sight of you standing over Dumbledore, the sound of those words uttered from your mouth.”
“What do you want me to do Potter? Obliviate you? I’m sorry but I currently am without my wand.” Snape stepped closer, his hair had grown longer, his skin was pale and Harry could make out thin blue veins that stretched out underneath his skin. There was a deep bruise on his right cheek and the open neck of the shirt revealed small yellow bruises on the upper part of his chest.
“I want you to tell me why you did it.”
“Do you expect some long elaborate tale, Potter? Do you wish me to go on telling you how it was for the best, how Dumbledore twisted my arm into committing the act, that I did it for you?”
Harry walked over to the window and leaned against the wall. He lifted one leg up and rested his right foot against the stones. “No, Snape. I don’t expect you to tell me a damn thing. I want you to give me a yes or no answer to my question.”
Snape crossed his arms over his thin chest and glared at him. Harry almost smiled at the familiarity of that stance. “Did you enjoy killing Albus Dumbledore?”
If Harry hadn’t spent six years of his life with the man before the war, he never would have been able to pick up on the way his eye twitched at the sound of Dumbledore’s name. His dark eyes glanced away from Harry for a brief second. “Don’t answer that.”
Snape’s eyebrow quirked up but he didn’t speak. “I’ve spoken to the new Minister of Magic about having your sentence reduced.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I believe that you will punish yourself enough for killing your mentor. Two years in this cell with only your own thoughts for company....”
“Ah you are wrong there Potter. The guards are more than willing to spend some quality bonding time with me.” Harry’s eyes drifted down to the bruises on his exposed chest. “Now if you will excuse me, Potter...” Snape crossed the room to the bowl of water Harry had first noticed. “It is time for my bath.”
*
“Back again, Mr. Potter?”
“Hello Severus.” Harry plopped himself down on the lumpy mattress. This would be his seventh visit. “I snuck you in some tea.” He pulled a medal thermos from his robes and wiggled it in front of Snape.
“Tea? Mr. Potter I have not had the luxury of tea since I acquired my current.....lodging.”
“I assumed so. Unfortunately I was not able to sneak in any teacups so you will have to drink straight from the thermos.”
Snape snorted, “How barbaric.” His long thin fingers wrapped around the thermos and brushed quickly against Harry’s. “So what inane topic have you decided on for today?”
“Well I thought perhaps we could discuss the latest Quidditch match. I hear the new seeker for the Cannons is quite the catch for the team.”
Snape made a growling noise in his throat. “Potter, I would rather partake in a rousing game of strip chess with the potbellied guard than discuss Quidditch with you.”
“Strip chess, sir? I’ll have to remember to sneak in some playing pieces next time.” Harry grinned and laughed out right at the look of horror on Snape’s face.
“Again Potter you have perfect timing. I must ask you to leave so that I may enjoy my bath before the water becomes too cold.”
“Perhaps I always come at the same time in hopes of catching you taking your bath.”
“I rather doubt that, Potter.” Snape waited for Harry to move from his mattress but it was in vain.
“I’ve spoken to the minister again about your sentence. You were given an improper hearing and I believe we can get you a new one. Of course there is the risk that your time here will be increased at the end of the new hearing.”
“You’re not leaving are you Potter?”
“No. As I was saying, the minister seems to be a....fan of mine so that should work for us.”
Snape had turned his back toward Harry and bent over to dip his sponge in the water. Harry could see the man’s arm moving and assumed he was washing his chest. “The earliest I can get a hearing for you won’t be for at least another month. They recently got their hands on some more Death Eaters and will be trying them for the next three weeks or so.”
Snape glanced over his shoulder at Harry before squeezing the sponge over his head. His long dark strands of hair dripped with the cool water and the back of his shirt clung slightly to him. Harry rose quietly and made his way over to the man.
He reached his hand out and gently placed it on Snape’s shoulder. “Wash your back for you, Severus?”
“Potter.” There was a warning in his voice and his body tensed up.
“Relax, Severus, let me help you.” Harry looked over the man’s shoulder to see if the shirt was completely unbuttoned and slide the shirt down his arms. His back was scarred like Harry had expected and he could make out every bump of the man’s spine. “Give me the sponge.”
Snape sighed and reached his right arm over his left shoulder to hand it to him. Harry started at the shoulders and rubbed the sponge in circles across the pale skin. He allowed himself to inch closer so that he could feel the heat radiating off of him. Snape trembled at the feel of Harry’s breath on his skin and let his head drop exposing his neck to him. Harry let his fingers sink into the thick strands and moved them aside. The tip of his nose pressed against Snape and he inhaled the sour scent that clung to him.
Snape didn’t move, he forced his breathing to remain calm. Harry wrapped his arm around the small waist and spread his fingers out in order to touch as much flesh as possible. The muscles were twitching as Harry gently rubbed the soft trail of hair he had discovered.
“Potter....”
“Hush, Severus.” Harry moaned when his hand slipped beneath the waistband.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter. Yours is the first touch that wasn’t a fist I’ve had in over two years.”
Lips moved across Snape’s back and he gasped when teeth nipped at him. “Shut up, Sev.” He was answered with a growl which went straight to Harry’s groin.
Harry slowly pumped Snape’s erection thrilled at the thought of being able to touch him so intimately. His hips grinded against Snape and his cheek rested on his bare back. Snape reached his hand out and placed his palm against the wall to support their weight.
“Potter, I do hope you have plans to do something besides give me a hand job. I could do this myself after you leave.” He could hear the sneer in the man’s voice.
“Greedy git.” Snape made a small noise of agreement. Harry released the man’s cock and moved his hand to the narrow hips. Some how he had managed to keep hold of the sponge. He kneeled down and dipped it back into the water.
“Potter, what are you doing?”
“Finishing your bath.” Harry tugged on the pant leg and smiled when Snape pulled the waistband away from him and let them slide down his legs. He dragged the sponge across the top of his foot, up the calf that was covered in dark hairs. Harry licked the back of Snape’s knee, kissed the now clean skin and carefully bit down.
Snape’s hand was clenching against the stone wall trying in vain to grab hold of something. Harry wet the sponge again and washed Snape’s right thigh, following the sponge with his lips he raised up fully on his knees so he could reach higher. Harry moved behind Snape and dragged the sponge up over the rounded flesh of his ass. His tongue licked up droplets of water while he used his knee to separate the man’s legs more.
Snape gasped as the sponge slipped between his cheeks and Harry thoroughly cleaned him. “Lean over more, brace yourself against the wall.” Snape pressed his other palm against the wall and pushed his ass out toward Potter. “Perfect.”
Harry parted his cheeks and swiped his tongue quickly over the crease. “Potter….”
“Severus, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. I want to hear you; I need to hear you moan.”
“Potter….quite the little bossy top aren’t you.” His voice was strained and Harry whimpered as the deep tones washed over him. “Always pictured you as a bottom, that tight little ass of yours begging to be abused.”
Harry’s tongue circled the opening and found himself being drawn to it. He wanted to torture the man, make him squirm but that voice uttering those sinful words was quickly making him lose control. The tip of tongue slipped through the tight ring and his hands tightened their grip on Snape’s cheeks.
“Knew there was a better use for that mouth….figured you for a cocksucker though…..yes just there…..filthy little Gryffindor….”
Harry dropped his right hand down and cupped his cloth covered erection. “Was this your plan….seduce the greasy prisoner….get off on having me under your control….”
Harry’s tongue was thrusting in and out and he moved his left hand closer. He sucked his index finger into his mouth before pushing it inside of Snape.
“Yes boy….more.” Harry pushed a second finger in while rubbing his other hand against his own hardness.
“Fuck me Potter.”
“No…not enough lube….don’t want to hurt you.” Snape growled and suddenly stood up straight.
“Stand up, Potter.” Harry stood and squealed when the front of his robes were grabbed and he was slammed against the wall. Snape held him there for a moment before pressing the length of his body against him and kissing him.
Harry’s hands reached out and grabbed hold of Snape’s hips, they moved against each other. Harry threw his head back and grimaced when it hit the stone behind him. Severus’s lips attached themselves to Harry’s exposed throat.
“Severus….going to….” Harry leaned his head down and bit into Snape’s shoulder as he climaxed.
Snape followed soon after, silencing his screams against Harry’s mouth. They stood for a moment, both supporting each other as their breathing slowed.
“I think you need another bath.” Snape grunted. “I have a meeting with the minister in two days; I’ll let you know what happens. I still think that if I tell them during the trial what I witnessed and what I know about why it happened then….”
“Potter, do shut that delicious mouth of yours for just five more minutes.” Harry sighed and nuzzled his nose into Snape’s greasy black strands of hair.