SNARRY SWAP: Gift for: eeyore9990: The Shape of Reality Title: The Shape of Reality Author:curia_regis Gift Recipient:eeyore9990 Other pairings/threesome: No other pairings! Rating: NC-17 Word count: ~2,000 Warning: (highlight for spoilers) *Mindfuck.* Summary: Snape rescues Harry, but all is not necessarily as it seems. A/N: Thank you to A for the cheerleading and the betaing!
The Shape of Reality
Tuesday
It was cold and damp in his cell, but then again, it was always cold and damp in his cell. As Harry opened his eyes and wiped the sleep away, he tried for what felt like the hundredth time to break out of the wards, but to no avail. They were still as strong as the last time he had tried. He wasn't tied up with physical restraints, but he might as well have been. He couldn't escape, no matter how much he tried. His jailer had claimed that it was due to his superior grasp of magic, but Harry suspected it might have had more to do with the fact he didn't have his wand.
Harry suspected that he should have been frightened or at least a little bit apprehensive, but to be honest, it had happened too many times already in his short life for him to be anything but bored. At first it was Voldemort, but recently, a lot of crazy people had taken to abducting him. And even more oddly, they had also abducted Snape a couple of times too. It had become a part of their ordinary everyday lives.
Taking off his glasses, Harry rubbed them with his shirt. He put them on and squinted through them. It didn't really seem to help; his shirt was probably dirtier than his glasses, but at least it was something to do. Harry snorted. He was reduced to cleaning his glasses for fun. People who went into the abducting people business really needed to provide their captives with more reading material. Harry would have taken a copy of Rita Skeeter's latest article, a copy of the latest Mills and Boon novel; anything was better than being this bored.
Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a scraping sound from just outside the door.
He scrambled to his feet and got in a defensive position. It wasn't going to be very useful without his wand, but at least he could pretend he had karate skills. After all, he had seen quite a few movies on karate. Harry sighed. Not for the first time, he wished that he had actually enrolled in those lessons when Hermione had signed up a couple of years ago. She claimed that Muggle self-defence was useful ("especially when people take your wand, Harry!"), and now she was a black belt. All Harry had was sore eyes from watching too many karate movies.
The door opened and a tall figure stepped through. Harry squinted. The figure looked familiar. He watched as the figure stepped forward into the dim light.
"Severus!" Harry exclaimed. Was he dreaming? He'd been having a couple of odd dreams lately. Usually Snape featured prominently in them in some sort of rescuer role. He blinked a couple of times rapidly, but it still looked like Severus Snape was standing there in front of him.
"Harry."
Harry beamed. It was definitely Snape. He would recognise that voice anywhere. Without another word, Harry launched himself forward into Snape's arms, kissing him enthusiastically.
"Took long enough," he murmured into Snape's hair. "I've been here for over a week!"
Snape looked at a spot over Harry's head. There was an odd look on his face, but Harry just chalked it up to the rescue. It probably had been difficult, but Snape didn't look like he had too many scrapes on him. In fact, he didn't look like he had any scrapes on him. Harry reassessed his original assumption. It must have been the easiest rescue ever.
"A bit longer, actually," Snape admitted. "It took me a while to find this place. Sorry."
Harry pulled backwards and stared. Did Snape just apologise? In the three years he'd been dating the man, he'd never once heard Snape apologise. "Well, I'm just glad you're here," he said. "I guess I owe you one. What're we up to again? I keep on forgetting. I think I rescued you last time from the princess who wanted to turn you into a toad."
Snape coughed. "I think we're about even."
Harry grinned. Obviously Snape didn't want to remember that particular incident. By the time Harry had got there, Snape had already developed a toad's distinctive croak. That particular habit had taken months to disappear. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Harry would hear a soft croak from Snape. He found it amusing, but he suspected Snape definitely didn't.
"Were you thinking of staying here a few more hours?" Snape arched an eyebrow. "Or did you want to go home?"
"Home," Harry said. He didn't want to stay here any longer. It wasn't the worst prison cell he had ever been in, but it definitely didn't compare to being home. "So where's the guy who put me in here?"
"Dead," Snape said shortly.
"Oh," Harry said. The guy – despite being Harry's jailer for a week or two – had seemed quite harmless. He had been fed three times a day. He had a toilet. There were worse prison cells to be in. Harry suspected that after all those times he'd been captured, he was beginning to have a clear idea of what made a good jailer. This place was around three and a half stars.
Snape pulled a familiar wand out of his robes and handed it to Harry. "Home, then."
"No anti-apparition wards?" Harry asked, with a slight frown.
Snape seemed to hesitate slightly. "I took them down before I came to get you." Taking out his own wand, he waved it and disappeared with a sharp crack.
After a second, Harry followed him.
-^-
"I've missed you," Harry said softly as he pushed Snape up against the wall of their bedroom.
"And I've definitely missed this." As usual, Snape's lips were soft, dry and so familiar, so much so that Harry could forget everything else and just focus on the feeling of Snape's lips on his own.
He could feel Snape lifting an eyebrow – not literally, of course, but Harry knew Snape well enough by now to just know when Snape was lifting one or both of his eyebrows. "It's only been a week, Potter."
Harry drew back and laughed. "You said it was more than a week," he retorted as he nipped Snape's earlobe. He knew how much Snape liked that, and he was rewarded by a gasp. "Besides, I've missed having you here. I've missed that mouth of yours."
Deftly, Snape stepped to one side, and suddenly, Harry found himself pressed up against the wall instead. Snape's eyes were dark as he leaned over and used his greater height to pin Harry.
"I've missed your insolent mouth too," he said softly, his breath sending shivers down Harry's spine.
"I can tell," Harry said with a grin. He could feel that Snape was hard already.
Harry gasped as Snape rubbed his hand against Harry's cock through the fabric of his trousers.
"Definitely missed that," he managed to get out as he reached down to quickly pull his trousers down. Stepping out of them, Harry quickly kicked his trousers out of the way.
Snape's eyes gleamed as his fingers enclosed around Harry's cock. It was all Harry could do to stop himself from coming right then and there. Damn, it really had been too long. He settled for moaning instead. "You know what I've been thinking about this past week?" Snape's breath was warm against his ear. "You – spread out on the bed – waiting for me, begging for me to touch you, wanting me to fuck you until you scream."
Harry inhaled sharply as he thrust into Snape's hand.
Snape's voice was relentless in his ear. "You'd beg for me to suck you off, beg for my mouth around your cock..."
"Yes..." Harry gasped out. He didn't really expect Snape to kneel down almost immediately.
Usually, Snape made him beg for it, made him wait for it as long as possible until he would come almost immediately when Snape's mouth enclosed around his cock. He wound his fingers in Snape's long hair as Snape licked the tip of his cock, and then slowly, took all of Harry's cock into his mouth. Harry moaned as he could feel himself being enclosed by a warm wetness.
The world seemed to swirl around him as Snape's mouth and tongue – oh damn, that tongue that could chastise him and bring him to his knees in one easy breath – did their work. Harry thrust his hips forward, watching his cock disappear into Snape's mouth. He would have thrown his head back if it wasn't for the wall behind him. Instead, Harry braced himself against the wall, using it to thrust deeper into Snape's mouth.
Snape seemed almost amused when Harry came, gasping and moaning, into his mouth a few minutes later. As he licked the last few drops of come from Harry's cock, he pushed himself off the ground and stood up. "I see you did miss me," Snape said, his voice slightly raspy.
"Let me prove to you how much I missed you," Harry told him as he scooted over to the side of the bed where they kept the lube and grabbed a bottle. "Now about what you mentioned earlier..."
Snape chuckled.
-^-
Harry drew the covers up around his chin tightly and rubbed his nose against Snape's chest. He was feeling ridiculously tired even though it was only mid-afternoon. It was remarkable what a good shag could do for him. Plus, he really hadn't gotten much sleep over the last week or so.
"I'm glad to be home."
"As annoying as you are at times, I'm glad too," Snape said.
"Hey!" Harry protested. "I'm not annoying."
"You have a very annoying habit of getting abducted and locked up," Snape pointed out.
Despite himself, Harry laughed softly. "Well, it's not like I want to be locked up," he said.
"But you are getting better at rescuing me. After all, you've had enough practice. Today went really smoothly."
"Today did go smoothly," Snape agreed. "It couldn't have gone better." There was a strange note in his voice, almost like irony.
Harry frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Snape said with a sigh. "You've been through a lot. Go to sleep, Potter." He turned over, taking more than his fair share of blankets with him.
Harry yanked at the blankets until he had enough to cover his body again. "I guess you've told Ron and Hermione that I'd been abducted by a crazy person again. I'll Floo them after a little nap to tell them I'm okay." As Harry drifted off to sleep, he thought he could hear Snape's voice murmuring something. He strained to hear it.
"You said that last time too." Snape's voice sounded sad.
-^-
Wednesday
It was cold and damp in his cell, but then again, it was always cold and damp in his cell. As Harry opened his eyes, he tried for what felt like the hundredth time to break out of the wards, but to no avail. There was no way out of this cell, regardless of how many methods Harry tried. Despite everything, Harry knew that Snape would come. There was no way that Snape would leave him at the mercy of a madman who claimed to be able to shift the very fabric of reality. He only had to wait. Then he'd be able to see Snape again.
A brief smile crossed Harry's face as he stretched out on the pallet on the floor. For now, he had his dreams to keep him company. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine Snape storming into the cells.
There was a scraping sound from the door, and as Harry sprang to his feet, he saw Snape walking into his cell. "Severus!" Harry exclaimed as he launched himself into Snape's arms. "Took you long enough!"
-^-
Thursday
It was cold and damp in his cell, but then again, it was always cold and damp in his cell.