With Deepest Thanks...
Dear Snarry Games mods goddesses,
I was going to write a drabble. No, really, I was! But then I heard that DJ liked a bit of dub-con mixed in with her double penetration, and really... is 100 words enough?
I didn't think so.
This is so very vague, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Thank you so much for the past FOUR YEARS(!! OMG!!) of snarry_games goodness. Fandom is so much richer for it.
♥
Eey
Title: Have Your Cake... Pairing: Snarry plus Snape Rating: NC-17? Warnings: Dub Con/Double Penetration Word Count: 641 A/N: Based on this art by jin_fenghuang.
"Have your cake," Snape said, his eyes gleaming strangely as he offered it to Harry.
Harry took it with a small smile of thanks, trying not to worry over Snape's sudden solicitousness. "And eat it too," he murmured, biting into the chocolately goodness.
It was so good, falling apart on his tongue. Harry moaned, his eyes sliding closed as he gave himself over to the pure bliss that flowed instantly through his body.
Air displaced around him and he blinked, watching the room waver and spin as hands pulled against him. He smiled, feeling loopy, and looked up at Snape… "Am I drunk? It looks like there 're two of you." He hadn't noticed he was pointing 'til his eyes zeroed in on his finger as it waved back and forth between the two Snapes.
"Strange," he murmured. "Don't remember drinking."
His eyes continued to track his finger until he noticed something a bit alarming. But just a bit. "'M I naked?"
Snape—both of him, really—ignored Harry, though he was still manhandling him across the bed. Bed? Harry gasped as his prick brushed against something soft, then his whole body went limp against Snape—who was behind him and in front of him and that didn't make sense at all—as his hips bucked forward, seeking more.
He cried out, the sound loud and echoing inside his own head, as lips brushed over his body, every touch sparking through his body. He writhed, locked between the body in front of him and the one behind and he tried to focus, but it was impossible.
"Snape!" Harry shouted, fingers curling into long hair.
The room continued its crazy loop around him, and he struggled against it, wanting the world to stop for a moment so he could get his bearings. But fingers were stroking his thighs, and his arse, and his back, and his chest. His nipples were twisted and something slick pressed against and inside him, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from, but his body bowed at the sensation, pleasure and pain spiking through him in harmony.
The pleasure and the pain built on one another until Harry was screaming and coming and closing his eyes to hold his body together.
Harry stretched and immediately felt a sense of wrongness about his surroundings. His arms and legs slid between sheets that were far too soft to be his own, the darkness pressing against his eyelids was too complete, and the lack of noise jarring in its silence.
He fought to remember something, anything, but disjointed bits of his dreams were all that remained this morning. Dreams and a slight ache in his skull. He frowned and sat up, opening his eyes as he looked around for his glasses.
He gasped as, turning to the bedside table, he saw the blurred form of Snape sitting in a chair. Nearly touching distance. Definitely hearing distance. Harry flushed, hoping he hadn't said or done anything to give away the images that had assaulted him in his dreams
"Sir?"
"Potter."
Harry's questing fingers finally landed on his glasses, and he sighed in relief as he slipped them on his face. He took a moment to frown at the empty bottle of pain potion on the table before turning back to Snape.
"What happened? Where am I?"
"You are in my quarters. You spent the evening here after a rather tumultuous experience with a potion-laced cake your friends left for you to partake of during your detention."
Harry groaned, dropping his head forward into his hands. "Those bastards."
Harry drew a breath to apologise for his friends' behaviour when he saw the gleam of a bit of thin golden chain peeking from the top of Snape's pocket. Something stirred in his memory…