Snarry-a-Thon11: FIC: Balance of Power Title: Balance of Power Author:eeyore9990 Rating: NC-17 Word count: ~2,300 Warning(s): None you wouldn't expect from the rating. Prompt: Wild Card Summary:"Let's not lie to ourselves, Snape. You want me. There's no denying it now." A/N: This is the third of three fics, following Pushing Buttons and Equal Measure.
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Balance of Power
Severus stood under the spray, his chin tipped forward so that the needles of water beat against the crown of his head and flowed down his hair and face, splashing onto his chest. The tension that had been building in him through the interminable wait of the last two months knotted his muscles and sent his thoughts spinning around in his head.
He'd expected Potter to search him out immediately; he was finally coming to the conclusion that either Potter wasn't interested or that he'd simply… forgotten.
Severus opened his eyes to scowl down at the drain, watching the water swirl around it before disappearing with a muffled gurgle. Potter'd had a lot of alcohol that night, but the effects of the potion should have embedded the dream into his long-term memory.
Blinking against the water that rushed past the corners of his eyes, Severus scrubbed a hand over his face and turned around, allowing the water pressure to work out the kinks in his back. Rolling his head, he stretched one hand up for a bottle of shampoo, flicked open the cap, and squirted a dollop into his palm.
Severus stared down at the swirl of viscous green cream in his hand, the possibility that he'd somehow managed to brew the potion incorrectly clawing through him. At the thought, his hand closed into a fist and the shampoo squeezed out between his fingers. Severus muttered to himself before bringing his hands to his head and lathering his hair.
Closing his eyes, Severus leaned his head backward into the spray just as a loud bang resounded through the tiny bathroom. Severus jerked forward, his eyes opening automatically in an attempt to search out the location of the intruder, only to curse fluidly as shampoo lather ran down into his eyes, burning them.
"Incarcerous!"
Severus' hands were jerked behind him by ropes of magic and attached to the pipe above his head. Water sprayed everywhere as his position placed his head too close to the showerhead. Severus growled, eyes still clenched shut to avoid getting more soap in them, and was about to start shouting questions when he found himself on the wrong side of a silencing spell.
Hooks pinged off the tile floor as the shower curtain was ripped from the rod. There was the thud-splash of one foot then another stepping into the shower with Severus and the tension that no amount of showers could remove from his shoulders left him in a rush.
Potter. There was no one else it could possibly be.
Words were whispered that Severus couldn't quite make out over the sound of the water, and he sagged forward as the bindings around his wrists relaxed. Gentle fingers massaged his scalp, rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair before trailing around to his face and wiping the suds from his eyes.
"Look at me." The words were unnecessary as Severus was already doing so, and if he'd had possession of his voice, he'd have mentioned as much. Especially given the satisfied smirk Potter was wearing.
"Not how you thought this was going to play out, is it? You thought I'd let you lead, give orders, teach me something new? Not this time… Professor." Potter's fingers trailed down the side of Severus' face then veered toward the middle to pull at his bottom lip.
And then Potter's tongue was on him, in him, the tip tracing the sensitive inside of Severus' lower lip with slow, light movements, stealing his breath. It was so sudden, so unexpected, that Severus could only stand there, knees half-buckled and hands tugging at their bonds.
Potter moved forward, pressing his clothed body against Severus' naked one. Square hands framed Severus' face, fingertips tracing the shells of his ears, and… it was too odd. Too intimate. Grimacing, Severus pulled back, breaking the not-kiss and shaking his head loose of Potter's hold.
In retaliation, Potter fisted one hand in the wet mass of Severus' hair and twisted, just enough to send a prickle of pain along the nerve-endings in Severus' scalp. "You told me to come and get you, Snape. Well, I'm here. I've got you." Potter's hold tightened even further, and Severus bared his teeth.
With a concentrated effort of will, Severus was able to manipulate the magic on the bonds holding his wrists until they loosened and he could slip his hands free. His voice he'd just have to do without. Points could be made in other, more tangible ways.
He moved fast, not wanting to allow Potter a chance to react. As he brought his arms down, his left elbow smashed into Potter's arm, the one still holding tight to Severus' hair, and a shock of pain travelled straight down his spine as Potter's clenched fist was knocked away, taking several strands of Severus' hair with it. Hooking one leg behind Potter's, Severus pushed against his chest, sending Potter stumbling backward. He crashed into the far wall of the shower, eyes flinching as his head impacted against the tiles with a sharp crack.
"Yeah," Potter said, sounding breathless. "I knew you'd fight back. Looked forward to it, actually." Potter's fingers dug into Severus' sides, just under his ribs, and twisted, pinching bruises into the flesh and startling Severus into backing away. But Potter followed, pushing and grappling until they were out of the shower completely.
The discarded curtain tripped them up, sending Potter backward against the sink and giving Severus the upper hand, even as he winced upon finding one of the hooks under his bare heel.
But even the pain of having a sink lodged in his kidney didn't work to silence Potter. "What does this remind you of, Snape? A bit reminiscent of that night in the shower rooms after Quidditch, isn't it? Hot, humid air all around us, one of us naked, the other… not."
Severus reached out with both hands and ripped Potter's shirt straight down the middle, ignoring the buttons that bounced everywhere. He quirked an eyebrow, mentally giving himself credit for stomping all over Potter's unspoken dare.
"You know what I was doing that night?" Potter sounded breathless. Looking down, Severus could see the way the sodden material of Potter's denims was stretched tight around the bulge of his cock.
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Severus cupped Potter, squeezing almost harshly until he could see Potter's eyelashes fluttering behind his water-spotted glasses.
"Yeah." The whinge that filled Potter's voice was satisfying. "Yeah, I was wanking. But you knew that, didn't you? Did you get off that night, Professor Snape?" Potter grabbed Severus's shoulders and pulled, bringing Severus' body so close he could feel the hairs on Potter's chest tickle him when Potter took a too-deep breath. "When you left me at my dorm, did you go back to your rooms and wrap your hand around you cock and pull one off to the memory of me in the showers?"
Potter's words edged their way into Severus' unconscious mind, bringing back the memories of that night until they were superimposed on the reality of Potter in front of him. Try as he might to tamp it down, he couldn't stop the way his blood raced through him, until his cock was full and his mouth dry.
Severus opened his mouth to speak, only to be reminded that he had no voice when his lips moved and no sound emerged. So he shook his head slowly, eyes locked on Potter's the entire time. Amusement twined with his pulsing arousal when Potter's eyes darkened with surprise and dismay.
Reaching behind Potter, Snape touched the hilt of the wand protruding from his back pocket—had the idiot not learned basic wand safety?—and coughed once to clear his throat. "I didn't make it to my rooms. There's a corridor—"
Potter didn't allow him to finish. With a startled moan, he lunged forward, biting once at Severus' lips before his tongue licked its way into Severus' mouth. "Filthy bastard," Potter said, the words almost lost, spoken as they were against Severus' lips. Pulling away, Potter scraped his teeth over Severus' jaw and up to his ear. "You watched me, and you got off on it. Didn't even fucking care, did you? Would have thrown your career in the bin for—"
"Don't flatter yourself." Severus' voice cut like ice through the steamy room, causing Potter to stiffen against him. "You think I haven't had more—and better—students attempt to seduce me?"
Potter's smile started slow and indecisive before it bloomed across his face. Then he threw his head back and laughed until the sound echoed around them. "More, maybe. Better? I dunno. How many other students did you pursue after they left, hmm? How many did you spend months of your life and hundreds of your Galleons on to produce a potion that only two people in the current age are capable of producing?"
Severus cursed himself for ten kinds of fool at giving Potter that sort of leverage.
"Let's not lie to ourselves, Snape. You want me. There's no denying it now."
"And yet, you're the one who sought me out in my home."
Potter grinned crookedly. "Only after you invaded my dreams. And in case you're wondering," he said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "yes."
"Yes?"
"You've haunted my dreams every night."
A dark satisfaction roared through Severus at Potter's admission. Pulling Potter's wand free, he charmed the water—and then Potter's clothing—off before allowing the length of holly to clatter to the floor. He had no more use for the thing, unless he decided Potter needed silencing.
For now, though, he was more than happy to hear every lurid secret Potter was willing to share.
"Tell me," Severus' fingers reached out to trace a pattern through the thin smattering of hair on Potter's chest, "what happened in these dreams of yours."
Potter's hand came up to press against Severus', stilling it before guiding it in a slow path downward. "I'll show you instead." Potter's breathing grew ragged as Severus' fingers scraped across his belly.
Unwilling to allow Potter to lead him like the proverbial puppy, Severus moved. Pulling Potter away from the sink, Severus urged him down to the floor where he landed atop him, knees on either side of Potter's thighs. Dull pain shot up from his knees—he was far too old to be kneeling on a tile floor—but he ignored it in favour of sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of Potter's earlobe.
Their positioning ensured that Severus' cock hung heavy and full, brushing against the head of Potter's with every breath, every tiny movement. Potter shifted up, onto one elbow, his other arm lying heavy across Severus' waist and lower back as Potter allowed his fingers to play idly along the crack of Severus' arse.
"There's no way I'll last long enough tonight," Potter murmured, arching against Severus when he sucked on the skin just under Potter's jaw. "But one day I'm going to fuck you."
It was said so plainly, Severus could only laugh. "And did you expect an argument?"
"A bit, yeah."
"Do I strike you as the sort of man who'd deny myself any sort of carnal pleasure?" Severus dipped his tongue into the hollow of Potter's throat, huffing out a laugh when he felt one of Potter's fingers begin to press insistently against his puckered rim.
"If you'd asked me six months ago, I'd have said you were asexual."
"I was your professor; you were supposed to believe that."
"Now I just want to learn every sort of carnal pleasure you know and invent a few myself." As he said that, Potter arched his entire body off the floor, the hand that had been playing with Severus' arse sliding down to hook around Severus' thigh as he reversed their positions. "But right now, if I don't get to come very soon, I'm going to die. And unless you're a kinkier bugger than I thought, you won't get to have any fun with me."
Severus blinked once, processing that, before he curled his lip in disgust. "Potter, you really must work on your pillow talk." Then, in a move chock-full of brilliance, Severus reached between their bodies and gripped both of their cocks. Tugging gently on Potters', he manoeuvred it until their groins were aligned.
"Now, shut up and move those hips."
"Pushy bastard," Potter gasped, eyelids sliding closed as he began to slide his cock slowly along Severus' with a languid roll of his hips.
Done with slow, Severus planted his feet on the floor, reached around to grasp an arsecheek in each hand, and began nearly slamming his hips against Potters. The feel of their cocks grinding together was almost painful, too dry, too intense. But they were neither of them in need of much stimulation.
Water puddled on the floor from his torn apart shower squelched under Severus as he and Potter rocked together, their movements becoming more frantic with each passing second. Just when Severus thought his bollocks would surely explode from the pleasure building in them… they did.
His stomach tensed, bowing his spine as the hot rush of release flowed through his body. Severus' shout was swallowed down by Potter, who chose that moment to cover Severus' mouth with his own. He was making odd little keening noises as his hips began to lose their rhythm, and Severus used his hold on Potter's arse to keep him going.
Just when Potter's muscles began to bunch under his hands, Severus eased one finger down, lightly rubbing it over Potter's entrance. Tearing his mouth free, Severus turned his head and spoke directly into Potter's ear. "You might get to fuck me eventually, but not before I shove my cock so far up your arse you can taste it when I come."
Potter went perfectly still, his choked cry echoing in Severus' ears as several stripes of hot come landed on his belly.
Severus would never admit it aloud, but having Potter was proving to be even sweeter than vengeance.