The Fountain 16/?
Title: The Fountain 16/? Author: Eriador117 Pairing: Snape/Harry Rating: Adult Warnings: I am not putting warnings as I do not want to give away the plot. Everyone is over 18. Summary: Non-magic AU. Severus Snape is a world renowned archaeologist and needs student volunteers for his new project. What the students and Snape don't know is what it is they are searching for and Lord Thomas Riddle intends to keep it that way... Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in it from time to time Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much :)
Severus didn't know how much of an experienced traveller Harry was, but seeing his unbounded enthusiasm for the small seat-back television screen and the bag of toiletries they'd been given as they settled into their seats; he guessed Harry hadn't been far afield that often. Harry delved into the bag of toiletries and removed each item as though they were precious jewels rather than miniatures of items he probably already had in his case. "Look, Severus! It's so small!" Harry cried, lifting out a tube of toothpaste no bigger than his thumb. His innocent joy at such things was a wonder to Severus, who had felt jaded by life already, but with Harry he was learning to enjoy life again.
"It is indeed," Severus replied, smiling at his companion. Despite Harry's raptures over the television screens, he fell asleep shortly after the plane took off. He leant his head on Severus' shoulder, as if even in sleep he knew where Severus was and wanted to be close to him. Severus pressed a soft kiss to Harry's hair, amazed that they were actually here. That Harry was alive and well and by his side. After a while Severus' arm went to sleep but he didn't want to move to disturb Harry's rest. Harry's skin was feeling a bit cold from the air-conditioning, he could really do with a blanket, but Severus was afraid that any movement would wake him. One of the cabin crew, almost as if sensing Severus' dilemma, removed a blanket from the overhead locker and draped it around Harry's form.
"Thank you," Severus whispered. The woman nodded and headed off to see to another passenger. Harry mumbled something and tried to shuffle even closer to Severus, but didn't fully wake. Severus resigned himself to a rather uncomfortable flight, wondering if he'd would get the use of his right arm back anytime soon. He would put up with the most uncomfortable flight in the world if it meant that Harry was here with him. Alive and breathing.
Despite the fact that Severus had replaced all of Harry's stolen equipment, including a new tent, Severus wasn't keen on Harry being anywhere else but by Severus' side. It was as if he thought Harry couldn't be harmed as long as Severus was there with him. Severus wanted to be with Harry all the time, even if that meant that the whole group would know that the two of them were an item. The thought that he might have lost Harry had terrified him. No matter if the news reached the tabloids or if he even got fired, Severus was determined that the two of them would share a tent on the dig. Anything else just wasn't an option.
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By the time they'd cleared customs and entered the arrivals hall, Severus wasn't at all surprised to see his assistant there, mobile phone clamped to one ear while she tapped a stylus on a PDA in her other hand. He was however a little surprised to see Harry's two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. It shouldn't really have been a surprise; they were bound to have been worried with Harry so ill and so far away from them. Both of them looked far too pale for the middle of Miami and had dark circles under their eyes as if they hadn't been getting much sleep for the past few days. They probably hadn't, much like Severus himself.
As he and Harry crossed the barrier, Hermione Granger screeched like a banshee and launched herself into Harry's arms and sobbed on his shoulder. "Oh, Harry, we were so worried!"
Harry patted her on the back, a tender gesture that had Severus feel jealousy flare in the pit of his stomach, even though he knew Harry thought of the girl as nothing more than a friend. He wanted to shout at her to get her hands off what was his, but wasn't sure how Harry would take such a show of possessiveness.
"Let the man breathe, Hermione," said Ron with a broad grin. Hermione released Harry from her embrace, only for him to be pulled forward by a tug on his hand by Ron. Ron gave him a hearty slap on the back. "Great to have you back, mate."
"It's good to be back," said Harry, grinning at his friends, although Severus was sure he spotted a bit of moisture in Harry's eyes before he blinked to clear them.
"The car's waiting outside," said Luna once she'd finished her phone call and put away her PDA. "It's air-conditioned."
"That's good," said Severus.
Ron had already found a trolley for their luggage and hefted their bags onto it as if they weighed no more than a feather each. The Weasley boy was tall and broad, obviously someone used to physical labour and Severus knew it hadn't been a mistake to include him on the dig, even if he guessed correctly that he was only here because his girlfriend wanted to come. Sometimes those people who wanted to impress someone were the hardest workers. The humid heat hit them like a wall when they left the air-conditioned terminal building.
The 'car' as Luna had put it, was in fact a limousine. A pink limousine. It couldn't have been more conspicuous if it had flashing lights and a big sign proclaiming 'look at me!' in lime green letters.
"Where on earth did you get such a monstrosity?" Severus demanded.
Luna didn't seem to notice. "Isn't it great? It was just a little bit more expensive than a taxi, but I've already cleared the expenses."
"It's certainly different," said Harry, grinning up at Severus. "I take it you're not a fan of pink, then?"
Severus shook his head. His wardrobe consisted of clothes on the darker end of the scale and his interior decor was much the same, mainly earth tones but certainly nothing as gaudy as this. The driver's door opened and out stepped a liveried chauffeur dressed from head to toe in pink, from his peaked cap down to his shoes. Harry burst out laughing, then shot an apologetic look at the driver. The man didn't seem to be offended at Harry's outburst, in fact he winked at him as he claimed Harry's backpack to put in the boot of the car, making Severus' jealousy spike even higher. He was so glad Luna had arranged for them to share a room.
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The room was decorated in pale pastel tones of blues, greens and yellows but thankfully not a hint of pink was in sight. A large, picture window overlooked a beach with golden sand contrasting with the deep turquoise of the ocean. Two king-size beds were draped in colourful quilts and towels had been arranged on each one in the shape of swans.
"Wow, look at that view!" said Harry as he edged closer to the window.
It wasn't however the view or the room's facilities that Severus was enamoured of at the moment. He sidled closer to Harry and slipped his arms around the boy's waist. Harry turned his head around and arched his neck up as if in invitation for a kiss. Severus was only too happy to oblige him. He pressed his lips softly against Harry's, feeling such utter joy that they could indeed enjoy such simple things that other people might take for granted. The kiss started out soft, that was true, but it didn't stay that way for long.
Harry put his arms around Severus' neck, tugging him down closer to his level. Teeth clacked together, mouths and tongues fought each other as each of them kissed feverishly. Harry's body moulded itself against his and there was no disguising the hardness digging into Severus' leg. Severus didn't quite have an erection yet but another few moments of unrestrained kissing like this and he knew it wouldn't be far off. Severus gentled Harry's mouth with softer kisses and pulled away, loving Harry's pout when he did so.
"Why did you stop?" Harry protested, licking his lips. His face was flushed, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing and there was a noticeable tent in his shorts as he shifted from foot to foot.
"Because I want to kiss you somewhere else," said Severus as he slid to his knees. Harry gaped at him, goggle-eyed when he noticed that Severus was now on a level with his groin. "Have you ever had a blow-job before, Harry?"
"Oh God!" Harry shook his head. "You know I haven't."
"You might like to sit on the edge of the bed, then. It can be quite intense at first and we wouldn't want you to fall now, would we?"
"Okay," said Harry wandering over to the bed and tugging off his t-shirt as he went. Harry's chest was a lot smoother than Severus' own with just a light dusting of hair around pale pink nipples. Harry's nipples were already standing to attention but whether it was from arousal or the air-conditioning, Severus wasn't sure.
Severus licked his lips on seeing the lightly furred trail leading from Harry's navel and dipping beneath his shorts. Harry's erection was tenting the front of them. Harry palmed his cock through the material, letting out a guttural moan as he arched into his hand. The moan went straight to Severus' groin and he hardened almost instantly at the raw passion in Harry's voice.
Severus knelt down in front of him and batted Harry's hand away. "No touching. Your cock is mine."
"Fuck! Yes!" Harry hissed, his eyes wide and lust-glazed. The boy was so aroused there was only a small sliver of green around his dilated pupils. This close to him, Severus could smell Harry's arousal; musky, sweaty with a hint of something that was just Harry's own scent. He smelled good enough to eat. Severus grinned and wasted no more time, undoing the fastening of Harry's shorts in record time.
Delving inside the slit of Harry's underwear, Severus brought out his prize. Harry's cock was on the smaller size of average, which was only to be expected considering Harry's height, but he was a good thick weight in Severus' hand. The cock was firm with excitement and precome was already dribbling in copious amounts from the tip. Severus stroked the velvety length in his fist; loving Harry's mewls of pleasure as he did so.
"Severus!" Harry gasped, his voice raspy. "Stop teasing me, please!"
"Patience is a virtue, Harry. Maybe you need a lesson in how to control your urges." Severus slowed his strokes deliberately until Harry was almost bucking off the bed in his quest to get more friction on his cock. Severus' own cock was throbbing in his trousers and he knew he couldn't keep up the teasing for much longer or he would be making another mess of them.
He leaned over and licked the head of Harry's cock free from precome. Harry howled like a banshee and seeming to act on instinct, grabbed hanks of Severus' hair in his hands. Severus' eyes watered at the sudden pain but he didn't complain. It was gratifying to see Harry so uncontrolled in his pleasure. Severus suckled the cock into his mouth, even pressed his teeth against it but he'd barely got a good rhythm going before Harry was trying to tug his head away.
"I'm going to come!" Harry wailed in desperation.
Severus let Harry's cock go with a soft 'pop' and smiled up at him. "I know."
"Oh God! Oh fuck! You want me to come in your mouth?"
Severus nodded. Harry groaned and arched his hips, as good an invitation as any and Severus returned to his task.
Every suck, every lick on Harry's cock was as though he could feel it on his own cock as well. Severus fumbled one-handed with the fastenings on his trousers and slipped his hand inside. He gasped in relief as he wrapped fingers around his erection and jerked his cock in time with sucking Harry.
Severus swallowed Harry down to the root and sucked hard. It didn't take long after that. The cock in his mouth swelled and pulsed before Harry cried out in ecstasy, tightening his hands in Severus' hair as he spilled himself on Severus' tongue and down his throat. Severus swallowed the bitter fluid and the taste of it set off his own climax; he spurted hot and wet over his hand.
"Sev'rus! Sev'rus!" Harry was still moaning, still pumping out a few last drops into Severus' throat as Severus squeezed the last drops of pleasure from his own prick. Severus kept licking, kept sucking until Harry was drained dry and had nothing left to give but even then Severus waited until Harry's cock finally softened before releasing it.
Harry glanced down at Severus' open trousers, at his spent cock and his hand covered in spunk. "Can I taste you?" Harry asked, but without waiting for a reply he brought Severus' hand up to his mouth and proceeded to lick Severus' hand clean with slow, teasing strokes. If Severus hadn't just come with the force of a hurricane he would have been tumbling Harry to the bed for another round. As it was, he let the bliss wash over him. Harry licked his hand like a kitten lapping at a bowl of cream and Severus smiled at the image. He had his own personal kitten now. Once his hand was clean, Harry didn't stop his ministrations.
He turned Severus' hand over and began to kiss and lick the burn scars that covered his skin. Severus felt his breath hitch. No lover had ever wanted to touch his scars before. There was no revulsion in Harry's touch or his eyes. Only love that shone out from those green depths.
"You're beautiful," said Harry as he reached out and caressed the scarred side of Severus' face. "All of you is beautiful."
"You don't have to flatter me, Harry. I don't need pretty lies."
"It's not a lie!" Harry protested indignantly and Severus realised it was true. Harry hadn't lied, in his eyes Severus was beautiful. Harry licked his lips and swallowed down a stray drop of semen. "I love how you taste and one day you're going to teach me how to do that to you."
Severus nodded. "You know I will. I want to teach you everything, Harry."
Harry grinned at him. "And I want to learn it."
TBC
A/N: This fic is on hiatus for a little while, I've been really ill and I need to get better first.