Games Entry: Outtake from Timely Actions by psyfic Ratings/Warnings:: NC-17, bottom!Snape, cock-ring (sort of) and tiny bit of orgasm denial
Summary: Summer of 2000 -aka- one year and seven months after 'Timely Actions.' A/N: In honour of my own beloved spouse, chazpure...
The wedding had been beautiful, the day overcast but free of rain. The scent of summer lingered in the air, mown hay and warm turned earth.
The only thing to mar the lovely day was the intolerable heat of his summer-weight suit. Despite the linen, he felt basted in heat, a matter complicated by Harry's nearness.
They had slept in after a vigorous night and had not engaged in their usual morning lovemaking, leaving him in a state of randy tension that made it hard for him to enjoy the festivities. He was just glad the robes were so voluminous. His prick felt enormous.
It was hell being eighteen. Technically, it was hell being forty in an eighteen-year old body, but Snape was not quibbling.
Still, by either Muggle or the Wizarding World's standards he was of age, a man. He could do whatever he chose, including taking a bride, as his brother had just done. Except, of course, that Severus did not want a bride. He had what he wanted. He looked over at Harry who smiled gently at him. He swallowed and looked back at the festivities.
He might never be able to marry, he thought now, but at least he had a partner, a loving partner who cared for him. It would be more than enough. It was more than he'd ever had before.
Their relationship, for all that they had been in it for nearly two years now, was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his life.
Not just sex, although that played a very large part, but the sharing, the smiles, the snuggling, which he was shocked to discover he very much enjoyed. Then again, when would he have ever learnt such a thing before? Only Harry had ever gotten close enough to share such intimacies.
'It's time.'
Severus's imagination swiftly led him down sensual paths which visions shattered around him as he abruptly realised Harry was referring to the bride and groom making their farewells to the gathered family and friends, about to head off for their honeymoon. He stood, adjusting his robes discreetly and headed toward the beaming Silus in his rented morning suit.
'What hey! I'll be seeing you then, brother mine,' Silus said as he gave his brother a manly embrace, thumping his back with delight.
'I wish you and Mis-- Hermione, every happiness,' Severus replied quietly with a gentle smile as he watched Harry kissing and hugging Hermione, who was valiantly trying not to burst into happy tears.
'We already have that, Sev,' Silus assured him. Then he winked. 'And the same to you and his nibs there. Harry's a good 'un. I'm glad you've found someone to be happy with your own self.'
Severus reddened, glad no one else could hear. Whilst not a tawdry secret, still his and Harry's relationship was something few were privy to.
'An' who knows -- maybe in a few years the government will do what's right and let gay couples marry, see if they don't!'
'We shall see. It's early days to be discussing such a happenstance,' Severus muttered, feeling his face heating further.
'Ach. It's never too early to make plans. Plans are like rules, they're best when they're made breakable. That way you're ready for anything.'
'Just so.'
'Well, where's me bride?'
Harry drew closer as Silus turned to Hermione who had gathered herself and turned to beam at him.
'Are you warm, love?' Harry enquired as he stepped right next to Severus. 'You've gone very pink. I hope you're not getting sunburnt.'
'I'm fine,' Severus dipped his head.
A squeal made them both look up in time to see a Silus untying an old-fashioned blue satin ribbon from just above the blushing Hermione's knee. With a flourish, he tossed it and Harry laughed with glee as he caught it.
'I'm next!' He crowed with delight to the cheers and wolf whistles of several in the crowd.
Hermione, meanwhile, hid her blushing face behind a hand, shielding her eyes and turning around. Soon, her bridal bouquet flew high in the air. All eyes watched it, several hands reached for it, but it seemed to zero in on one long, thin pair that clutched the bouquet uncertainly as it landed in his grasp.
The momentary silence that fell over the gathered assembly was broken by a guffaw from the groom.
'Great catch there, brother mine!'
The crowd broke up with laughter then and quickly forgot the gob-struck Severus as the bride and groom headed for their rented Muggle coach.
Cries of farewell and well-wishes filled the air as Silus and Hermione slipped away, holding hands and waving to their friends and family.
'That was a great wedding,' Harry said happily. He placed a warm hand on Severus's back and leaned closer to ask, 'Want to stay a bit longer? Or should we leave?'
Severus let go of his two-handed hold on the bouquet to take Harry's arm.
Between one breath and the next he had Apparated them home.
* * *
'You're killing me, Severus!'
'Soon.'
The pair worked for release like a well-greased machine, pistoning faithfully without ceasing, providing impetus for those who laboured.
Harry shuddered as the rose was circled around each of his sensitive nipples.
Severus had set aside the bridal bouquet, save for one single crimson rose which he held like a wand now, gently stroking the blossom's soft petals against Harry's warm, tanned skin as his lover stroked into him.
The only thing keeping them from utter abandon was the blue satin sash, currently tied firmly at the base of Harry's hugely swollen cock, the strings wrapping a bit less snugly under and about his scrotum.
The scent of sweat and sex and musk and roses made Harry's head swim.
'Sev...'
Snape arched his back as that thick, blunt cock head stroked over his prostate again and again. His own cock lay bloated and extended against his belly, twitching and leaking.
'Yes, Harry?'
'Please, love...'
Snape waved his hand, releasing the sash, then slipped that hand around his aching erection and pulled once, twice, thrice and moaned as Harry cried out and came within him even as he came without.
Then he set aside the rose to pull Harry to him, ignoring the sweat and the semen to hold him close and feel his thundering heartbeat as they slowly caught their breath.
'Had you done that before?'
'Used a delaying device? No.'
'Read about it then.'
'I'm very well-read,' Severus murmured in agreement.
'And I'm very grateful,' Harry sighed. 'That was completely mind-blowing.'
'Said mind being below your waist, I would concur.'
'Oh, you...' Harry lifted his head to look down on his lover. 'That was wicked and wonderful and I'm grateful. So there.'
'Honi soit qui mal y pense.'
'Excuse me?'
'That blue sash you caught is a very old Muggle tradition, indeed.'
'And what was that you said?'
'You know, my sister-in-law is not the only one capable of opening a book.'
Harry rolled his eyes, but relented, making a mental note to look up the saying at a later date.
He ran a gentle finger now over Severus's chest, tracing his name over and over, before sighing.
'I wish we could do that.'
'Open a book?'
'No. Get married.'
Snape stilled. Harry looked at him.
'Too soon? Or too much?'
'You would wish to marry me? To make our relationship permanent?'
Harry frowned. 'You wouldn't?'
Severus sighed. 'My wishes have never entered into any matters of importance in my life. I'm simply surprised to hear you are desirous of such a thing... and would consider my feelings in the matter.'
'Your wishes are like my own, Sev. And your feelings matter to me. I love you.'
Snape could not help it nor stop the embarrassing moisture which suddenly sprang to his eyes, but he managed to swallow and maintain control of his expression. His voice was rough.
'Harry.'
'I do.'
Severus nodded, fighting and failing to keep a tell-tale drop from sliding down his cheek. He looked away.
After a moment, he felt an exquisitely soft and fragrant sensation brush his cheek and whisk the shameful moisture away. He looked back to find Harry holding the rose before him.
'If ever the Muggles, or the Wizarding World, allow gay couples to marry or bond or whatever they want to call it, I want to. With you. Only you, Severus Snape.'
'Harry.'
'Love,' Harry whispered before leaning over to kiss his lips, holding his head and then kissing his forehead and cheeks, then, very gently, his eyelids.
'Harry.'
'Right here. Not going anywhere.'
He was pulled into a tight embrace as Severus buried his face in his shoulder and shudders assailed him.
Harry smiled as he held Severus back just as tightly.
'I've got you,' he whispered into the fine, black strands. 'I've got you and I won't let go.'
Then he gently pulled back until Severus was staring up at him, wide-eyed and slightly breathless.
Harry smiled gently as he asked, 'The question is, do you want to be mine? Till death us do part?'
Snape drew in an unsteady breath and finally nodded. His deep velvety voice rumbled as he spoke.
'Perhaps, even beyond.'
Harry beamed at this, delighted.
Then he bent over his beloved, and secured his promise with a kiss.
Summary: This scene takes place after Amun, the false healer, shows up with a summons and charges Severus to appear before the king to explain why he has been healing the people of the palace instead of acting more like the servant he is. As we know, Harefre takes his place and suffers a brutal whipping, but this is what might have happened before all that unpleasantness. A/N: I had wanted to write a scene where one or the other of our main characters received a sensual head-shaving, but it just didn't seem to fit anywhere at the time. Also, during the editing process, a few of my betas mentioned a longing to see Harefre's eyes painted in the traditional/formal way. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to explore these two kinks aspects that were cut/sacrificed for time and flow. Enjoy.
The swirl of Amun's tunic disappeared around the corner and out of my sight. I entered my rooms and met Severus at the high table nearest the door. He kept his eyes down, intent on his work.
I examined the selection he had on display: a bowl of fresh water, a bronze mirror, a razor, a small cloth, an assortment of jewellery that I had never seen before and a small box which I knew contained kohl.
"You heard the summons?" I asked him.
He looked up at me briefly through the veil of his dark hair. "Yes, and I ask your forgiveness."
"You've done nothing to…"
"I underestimated his jealousy. He is not as harmless as I had assumed."
"Perhaps, but I said nothing when he challenged you. I was an inadequate protector, and accept equal blame."
He returned his focus to the table, took up the razor and pulled the sharpening stone from where it was hidden behind the bowl. My skin itched as bronze met the grit of the deep groove.
I looked away from the blade to the table. "What is this for?"
"Did you not hear the summons? If I am to be seen by the king, I want to appear as a free man, worthy of the accusation."
"You are not going before the king."
He stilled his hands and regarded me with narrow eyes. I took the wig from my head and sat on the stool nearest the table. "I wish to speak to Pharaoh on your behalf."
He observed me in silence, dragging his gaze from the short, black mess of my hair, to my scar and lower until his eyes met mine.
"Would your determination be moved by my objection?"
"No." I half-smiled at him and pointed to the razor. "Will your objection keep you from shaving my head?"
He huffed out a breath through a small smile and gave a slight shake of his head. My smile grew wider.
"Sit still."
He set down the blade and immersed his hands in the bowl. He captured some of the water in the cup of his hands and wet the top of my head. A few trails of water ran down my face and onto my shoulders. I closed my eyes as the scent of the coarse licorice soap filled the room. I tried not to let my pleasure show as he massaged the lather through my hair.
He worked the blade meticulously, smooth, strong strokes that rode close and yet never broke the skin. I willed my heart to slow, to stop pounding its way out of my chest, but it refused to obey.
The razor paused and lifted away. "Breathe," he commanded.
I released my breath, unaware that I had been holding it. I felt light-headed when I finally raised my gaze to see him staring, arms crossed and face troubled.
"Did you fear I would cut you?"
I looked away and attempted to control my embarrassment. "No. I trust you."
"Are you troubled about your audience with the king?"
"Only in part," I answered as truthfully as I dared.
Severus took my chin in his hand and commanded me again to breathe as the blade slid around my ear from back to front. His face was near enough that his breath played over my lips as he focused on his work. I wanted to reach out, touch him with skin and magic both, but he pulled away and dropped the razor into the bowl before I could act.
After he dried and treated my head with warm wax, Severus held out his hand. "Wig," he said. I offered it to him to complete the fitting.
Next, he turned his attention to the jewelry and hummed softly, easing the strange silence that had crept in.
"Gold befits your skin more than the sliver," he said to himself.
He selected a wide ring with a square-cut black stone, matching cuffs for my wrists and a neckpiece made of polished shell that fanned across my chest like a spread hand. I had never been so adorned. Heat rose from my skin as he stood back to observe his creation.
"Decent."
I smiled uneasily. I wanted to confess the reasons behind my discomfort, to speak of how his nearness and attention sped up my heart and sent colour up my neck, but different words surfaced as I stood.
"I appreciate the care, but the king waits for me."
He set both hands on my shoulders and guided me back to the stool. I watched, unsure what to do. He turned back to the table and opened the box of kohl.
I was ready with my protest. "Severus, the king…"
"Peace. In order to sway the king's judgment, you can endure a few small decorations."
I rolled my eyes to the heavens, but said no more as he tilted my head back and drew the first thick, black line.
"And what is more," he continued. "It will be worth a few days silence from Ipy and her maddening knot of besotted fellow servant girls."
"Ipy?"
"Do not move." He focused his attention on my other eye. "Yes, Ipy. She has been begging me to paint your face properly since the day I was whole enough to enter these rooms." He dragged his thumbs over the lines, blending gently. I fought to speak sense as my heart increased its tempo once more.
"Why would she want…?"
Severus pulled back. His eyes held a look of mock-pity, as if he was truly sorry for my stupidity.
"Oh," I said as understanding dawned. "I didn't think she… I'm not –"
Severus held up the polished bronze mirror and I lost my words.
"Yes. You are," he said softly.
A young Egyptian prince stared out at me from the rippled reflection. I looked over the mirror in time to witness Severus' brief nod of approval.
"Now you are equipped and appear as someone even Pharaoh would listen to."
I stood and tested the unfamiliar weight of my jewelry with a swift tour around the table. I returned to Severus.
"Thank you."
"Go." He gave an impatient wave of his hand toward the door.
I gave a formal nod, smiled reassuringly and left the room with a new lightness in my heart.
This scene occurs just before the end of Part 5. It falls after Gianni and Severus kiss and before Severus packs for his return to Hogwarts.
*~*~*~ Rivulets of rain ran steadily down the kitchen windows, the dull rumble of thunder in the distance. Still clad in his summer weight pajamas, Harry gazed morosely out the window. He listlessly picked at his breakfast of fresh fruit and yogurt.
"Where's Nonna?"
"She was called away early this morning to help a baby come into this world. She should be back soon."
"And Gianni?"
"Florence. He has a meeting with the Department of Antiquities…finalizing the Pompeii excavation, I imagine."
Severus set aside the daily wizarding newspaper. Examining his small companion, he was pleased to note the boy no longer resembled the starved little sparrow he once was.
"Finish your breakfast, Hadrian. Your grandmother wants you to take a bath this morning."
"I'm not that hungry," Harry replied. "My tummy hurts."
Severus limped toward the boy and placed a cool hand on his forehead. "You don't seem to be feverish. Do you have a headache?"
"No. It's not a sick hurt; it's a sad hurt."
"Does the rain make you sad?"
"No. We needed the rain."
"I thought you would be excited today. Flitwick is coming for a visit this afternoon."
Harry did not reply. He ate his last spoonful of yogurt.
"I thought you liked when Filius visited. Don't you like him?"
Harry's bright green eyes looked up.
"I love Uncle Filli's visits. He always sneaks me chocolate frogs when Nonna isn't looking. It's just that…"
"Just what?"
"When he leaves this time, you'll be going with him." Harry's voice wavered. "I don't want you to go."
Unexpected warmth bubbled in Severus' chest at Harry's declaration.
"I can't stay in your grandmother's guest room forever, Haddy. She has other patients and needs the space. I'm not sick anymore."
"You could share my room. I don't take up much space." Harry looked up at him hopefully. "I have a trundle bed."
The innocence of the statement made him smile. The Potion Master gently petted the boy's hair. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' waist. Severus sighed; he would miss this unexpected affection.
'I wish I could stay,' he thought, but it was time for him to go home.
~*~*~
Games Entry:Outtakes from Tracking Changes by montana_dan Rating: G to NC-17 Kinks/Warnings: (Unknowing) incest
Harry asks about the ramifications of his changed identity…
"Do you think I would lose my money?"
Hermione blinked at him. "You've never been concerned about that before."
Harry shrugged. "I never had anything growing up," he explained. "And no one ever bothered to make sure I had everything I needed. Once I found out I had some, to use and to share…" He trailed off, recalling how wonderful it had felt to buy sweets for him and Ron from the cart on his first trip to Hogwarts.
"Security." Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Well," she considered him, "I don't think you would. You were born Harry Potter, and James and Lily Potter left you everything."
"But my mother lied."
"I don't think it matters. There is no one from the Potter family to contest, really."
"What about the Ministry? They could—"
Hermione laughed. "Yes, they could. But there would be such a public outcry if they did that. You destroyed Voldemort, remember? Besides," she added. "Sirius made you the Black heir as well. He left everything to you because of who you were, not because of your name."
"Oh, yeah." Harry looked around his home. As much as he had hated it, number twelve, Grimmauld Place was his home now. It had been a refuge for him – them – during their hunt for the Horcruxes.
"And I'm sure your father – James, that is – loved you for who you were as well. Not only because you were his son."
"But how can I be sure?" Harry asked. "Not everyone is like that. The Dursleys certainly didn't care who I was."
"They hated magic, and the fact that you were a wizard. Besides, you can't judge based on them. You don't judge other Muggles, like my parents, based on the Dursleys, do you?"
"Don't be silly."
~~~
Harry inquires on how Snape afforded the apothecary…
Snape shrugged. "My grandmother still grants me a yearly stipend."
"You grandmother is still alive?" Harry asked.
His surprise seemed to amuse Snape. "We are wizards. She is a witch. A wizard's longevity is naturally greater than a Muggle's. Do you recall how old Dumbledore was?"
"I guess." Harry had to wonder about his own grandparents. If they had still been around, he wouldn't have been stuck with the Dursleys. No one had ever mentioned any of them.
"She will be thrilled beyond reason to know her great-grandson is Harry Potter."
Harry looked up. "But I'm a bastard."
Snape waved it off. "She disowned my mother for marrying a Muggle. When I was born magical, she tried to draw my mother back to the Wizarding world but my mother wouldn't leave."
"Why not?"
"I can only speculate," Snape said. "But don't interrupt. If she chooses to acknowledge you – and honestly, who wouldn't – she could make you her heir."
"Do you still see her?"
"After the first war, when my allegiances were still…dubious, she chose not to associate with me. If, as you say, you have cleared my name, she may very well welcome both of us back into the fold, so to speak."
A family? Harry smiled. "So, I could patch things up between you?" he asked hopefully.
Snape studied him and Harry saw the smirk. He wasn't sure what it meant: if he were amused again or simply indulgent.
"Perhaps. Let's deal with one thing at a time, shall we?"
~~~
Harry explains why he can't leave his new world…
"The world doesn't revolve around you, Po-er-Sam," Severus snapped.
Harry looked up, angry. His expression turned from obvious anger to determination. "Maybe not. But I'm important to a lot of people. If I leave now, it will affect Bob and Robbie and the whole crew. They'll have to find another driver or maybe even lose their jobs.
"I'm in their world, and they're in mine. Just as you're in mine. When you died – left my world the first time – you have no idea how it affected me. When you didn't come to my race, I…well, it…" He swallowed. "But then you came to my race and you stayed…in my world, I mean."
He drew a harsh breath. "Maybe I don't affect your world at all. But like it or not, you are in mine, and I hope someday you'll let me in yours."
Severus watched him leave. Bob was right. Harry had always been mature for his age, but he still needed something. Severus wasn't sure if it was a father or just a mentor, as Albus had been, but he was smart enough to know Harry still needed adult guidance.
Severus was his father, and like it or not, Harry had always been a part of his world. In the past, the world actually had revolved around Harry and the cursed prophecy. Harry had decreased the size of his world, but he had welcomed Severus into it readily. Quickly enough to indicate need rather than want. Did the brat need him? The thought rather agreed with Severus.
Oh, Lily.
Severus would stay.
~~~
For you smut lovers and pervs…
"So this is what your father taught you?" Snape taunted. "To run away?"
"You really are a bastard," Harry growled back. "Why do you always assume I'm like my father?"
"You don't look like him now, do you?" Snape retorted, crowding him against the front of the car. A predatory gleam fired in those black eyes as they ran over his face. "In fact, you're far prettier than him, now," he murmured and lifted a hand to run down the side of Harry's face.
Harry gasped. "Wh-what are you doing?"
The fingertips fluttered down the side of his neck, sending tingles over Harry's body, until they landed in his groin. He gasped again, leaning away and bracing himself on the curved surface of the hood.
Snape bent over him, his mouth following his hands as his lips fell onto Harry's throat. "It must be a thrill, feeling all that power beneath you," he murmured. "Is that why you do it?"
Harry swallowed under Snape's moving lips. "Um…"
"Eloquent, as always." Snape's voice floated over his ears to shiver down his spine, again targeting his cock.
Harry pushed farther away, resting a palm on the car's hood, but instead of distancing Snape, it drew his attention to the growing bulge between his legs. The bulge that before his ‘change' wouldn't have been quite as impressive.
"This is wrong," Harry whispered. He should have told him about the letter.
"Is it?" Snape's hand clamped over his erection. Harry's cock, straining in his jeans, throbbed in response, "Does this feel wrong?"
It didn't. Nothing could have felt better. Snape loomed over him, hatred absent from his expression and desire lighting his eyes. Snape hooked a hand around Harry's head and pulled him forward until their lips crashed together.
Harry moaned, his whole body responding to the touches of lips and tongue, while the hand on his groin opened his jeans. The tongue in his mouth distracted him until Snape's palm coiled around Harry's prick. His hips bucked, seeking contact as his mouth clung to Snape's lips, gasping fervently to the heated kisses.
Cold steel met his arse and Harry realized Snape had dragged down his jeans and his pants. He groaned at the pleasure that spiked through him. One leg of his jeans was pulled off, the other dangled from his ankle as Snape bent his bare leg. His stocking foot slid until it found purchase as gentle fingers stroked up and down his thigh.
Harry's head spun and his heart thudded against ribs. Still Snape's kisses drugged him, intoxicating him with the taste of mint and something else Harry didn't feel inclined to figure out. All he knew was a heady sense of bliss that wrapped him Snape's arms.
Sliding down, he felt the cold of the car against his back and the warmth of Snape's body covering him. He briefly wondered when Snape had removed his clothes, but fingers pressing behind his balls pretty much killed all thoughts.
A slicked finger slid into him, through the tight pucker and Harry groaned.
"Look at me."
Harry opened his eyes, surprised to find Snape's face only inches away, his gaze dark with lust.
"Beautiful," Snape rasped, his deep voice quiet and the tone intense. "I'm going to fuck you now." He circled his fingers until he found a spot which made Harry arch against the tide of pleasure that washed over him.
Harry nodded briskly and Snape chuckled, shifting to run his free hand down Harry's chest. He pulled Harry's hips down to the bend of the front of the car and drew close between his legs.
Delicious pressure pressed against his muscles which gave way with constant thrusts until Harry found himself impaled and panting. He lifted his legs to wrap around Snape's hips and pulled with his feet in time with each jab. A firm grip on his arse kept him in place as Snape continued to pound. Harry's shoulders, head and palms were the only thing bracing him against the car's hood, Snape securing all the leverage needed.
Helpless to the onslaught of sensations, Harry felt the coil within his balls as his climax neared. Only a touch would push him over the edge, but he dared not move a hand.
Snape must have understood. "I have you, Harry. Do it."
Meeting Snape's gaze, Harry grabbed his leaking cock and stroked it. It only took one pull for his orgasm to enfold him. He arched, his muscles locking, and came with a shout.
Snape had stilled and Harry looked back. Snape was still watching his face.
"Beautiful," he murmured again, and pulled out, before thrusting in again and again until his body locked in pleasure.
Harry watched with fascination as Snape's features tensed with release and then softened with fulfillment. "Beautiful," Harry whispered.
Snape pulled out, making sure Harry wouldn't slide to the ground before lowering his legs. Boneless, Harry lay where he was, his feet hanging over the front of the car. When he looked up, Snape seemed to have dressed as quickly as he had undressed.
"Now," Snape said, leaning over Harry again, his hands lightly brushing over Harry's sweat-glistened chest. "What were you saying?"
Harry pulled him down by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard. "Nothing," he said.
Nah. Snape didn't need to know.
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