|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2009-01-20 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||carawen, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, pleasersleazer!
Title: Sight's Thrall
Warnings: AU, bottom!Snape
Prompt/Summary: Snape finds a temporary fix for Harry.
A/N: Most definitely not epilogue compliant. Other than that I've tried to keep pretty close to canon. Obviously, Snape didn't die in the Shack.
Many thanks to joanwilder for her beta job and title help.
It's not until I'm twenty-four that I notice how sensual his voice can be.
Once I have, though, it seems so incredibly foolish of me not to have noticed earlier. Then again, I'm operating under a rather unusual set of circumstances currently.
I start and turn away. "Sorry, John, I was just wool-gathering," I say softly.
"Don't worry about it," comes the low voice of one of my closest friends. "I was just wondering if you wanted to stay here or come back to the Infirmary with me."
"I think I'll stay here a bit longer," I reply, hoping the warmth I feel on my cheeks isn't visible.
"All right," John says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. If I could see him, I would smack him.
It feels strange, just sitting around in the staff common room at Hogwarts, but there is little else for me to do. I'm on medical leave from the Auror corps, and the probability of that leave becoming permanent looms ever and ever larger. After all, it's been six weeks since the fight that blinded me.
I'm incredibly grateful to have John Acton in my life. We'd met after an injury of mine in my final year of Auror training, when he'd been a Senior Apprentice Healer. While the relationship had been short-lived, the resulting friendship is still one of the most important I have.
Once the rest of my most recent injuries had healed up and all that was left was my eyes, he'd pointed out that St. Mungo's could do no more for me, but l couldn't be left alone in my apartment either. It was his intercessions with both Kingsley and Headmistress McGonagall that had secured my stay at Hogwarts, where he will be taking over the Infirmary from Madam Pomfrey at the end of the school year.
I spend most of my time in the staff room, not wanting to be stuck in my quarters, surrounded by darkness and silence. There is always at least one other person in the room with me, and the soft sounds of life are comforting.
It is one of these days that I notice Snape's voice. I can recall with perfect clarity his visage: the sunken cheeks and sallow skin, greasy hair and crooked nose, yellowed teeth and stained fingers. I'd looked at him for twelve years, after all. But suddenly, his voice is smooth, not biting or vicious like it had been in the past when coupled with the vision of him. He is speaking in soft tones with one of the female teachers that I don't know well. The rise and fall of his voice, too soft to make out words, pours over me.
I can't understand this reaction. Why do I feel this? For years the animosity has been thick between us. It's been some months since my last relationship, but that shouldn't mean anything. Am I only feeling lonely? Is that why the sound of his voice is suddenly connected to my cock?
I shake my head slightly and turn away. I can still hear his voice, and am tempted to cover my ears to block it out.
A hand on my shoulder startles me. I turn to where I think the body belonging to the hand is standing.
"Potter," is breathed across my ear.
I straighten up slightly. "Yes, Snape?"
"Might I interest you in a drink in my quarters? I have some things I'd like to discuss with you privately."
"Of course." I stand slowly to keep myself from overbalancing. A hand wraps around my arm, keeping me upright. I lean into the support. For a moment I'm shocked that I accept his touch, but I push the thought away.
He's very careful about leading me to his quarters. Every step, every turn, even the slight dips and hills in the floors are brought to my attention.
Snape stops me and mutters a few words I don't understand. A blast of warmth hits me, and I'm startled to realize just how cold the dungeon hallways are.
"Here we are," Snape says. "Have a seat." My hand is put onto the arm of a couch. After feeling around for a moment, I sit. There are soft clinks of glass from a few feet away. The couch shifts as Snape sits next to me and presses a tumbler into my hand.
"Thanks," I say, lifting it to my lips. Scotch.
"I've caught your attention, haven't I?" Snape says into my ear, voice deeper than usual.
"I, well, that is…" I stammer. "I don't know what you're talking about Snape."
Snape chuckles, a sound that goes straight to my cock. "Don't you think you should call me Severus instead?"
"Severus," I whisper as he leans over.
"Close your eyes," Severus whispers, very close to me now. I do as he asks, and feel gentle fingers unwrapping the bandages from my head. "I've found a spell to help, but it's only temporary. You should be able to see for a couple of hours, but beyond that it won't last."
"It's better than nothing," I reply. Severus incants something softly, and for the first time in months I see more than blinding light. He's just as ugly as I remember, but that doesn't seem important anymore. I reach up and touch his cheek. He's shocked at my bold move, but not as shocked as I thought he'd be. Perhaps my desire has been more apparent than I imagined?
"I didn't think you'd make the first move," he says softly.
"It's been a while, and I'm not so stupid as to turn this down." I pull Severus' face to mine and attack his lips. He responds immediately, his strong arms pulling me into his body. His hands are warm where they slide the back of my jumper up.
I don't know how long we sit there, mouths connected, so I'm surprised when Severus gently pushes me back and stands. "I think it's time to move this someplace a bit more comfortable, don't you think?"
"I, uh…" I stumble a bit as I stand as well, but Severus quickly wraps an arm around my waist. "Yeah. Let's go."
Severus leads me into his bedroom. Both the fireplace and the sconces around the room light up as we enter, giving the room a comfortable glow. "Harry," he whispers in my ear, his voice husky. "I want you to fuck me."
I pull back, shocked. "What? You mean you'd actually..." I have to wonder if I actually heard correctly.
"Is it so hard to imagine that I might enjoy bottoming? I'm not ashamed to enjoy it just as much as I enjoy topping. There's something so very erotic about giving up control and baring yourself completely for another," he says as he licks along the edge of my ear.
I can't stop a full body shiver and I press against him. "God, yes," I hiss. I push his unbuttoned waistcoat and shirt off, a vague memory of opening them on the couch flitting through my mind. My jumper is quickly discarded as well as he backs me towards the bed. I'm barely aware of his hands at my fly as I turn my own attention to his trousers. I'm not surprised to find more buttons there.
"How do you want to do this?" I ask him as I toe off my shoes.
"I want to see you," he says in that voice of his. "And I want you to see me as well." He sits on the bed to remove his boots, before standing again and letting his trousers slide off.
"No pants?" I ask, looking him over. "How... hedonistic of you."
"I've never cared for the things. Too constraining," he replies, pushing my own jeans and boxers off.
I look down again. He's well endowed, his large, purpling cock rising from a curly nest of hair. The rest of him, though, is just as thin and sleek as I'd expected.
"Are you just going to stare?" he asks softly, sitting back on the bed. "Or will this exercise include group participation?"
"Hush, you." I slide a knee onto the bed and lean forward. "I'm enjoying having my sight back for the first time in a month and a half. I have a feeling I'll need to remember it for a while yet."
"While I imagine there are far better things for you to spend your short time staring at, I'll be selfish and take advantage of this first time." He leans back against the headboard and spreads his legs. His balls are large and covered with a fine dusting of the same hair that surrounds his cock, and look absolutely delicious. I decide not to ignore their enticement any longer.
The moan he lets out as I trail my tongue across his balls is the most erotic thing I've heard in a very long time.
"Stop teasing," he growls as I settle down between his legs.
"I would never," I reply, instead turning my attention to his cock. "Perfect," I breathe, watching him twitch at the warm air. The vein running up the underside is quite tempting, and I apply my lips to it. The whimpered, "Harry," from above makes me shiver, and I'm suddenly impatient for more. "Lube?" I ask, shifting back slightly.
"Yesss," Severus hisses, and a small vial floats over to me. I slick my fingers quickly, but I'm tentative as I probe the shadowed skin behind Severus' balls. "There's no need to be shy," he growls as I rub the small aperture I find there.
"I don't want to hurt you," I respond as I slide a single finger in.
"I'm no bloody virgin," he says impatiently. "Hurry up and fuck me."
I appease him by sliding a second finger in.
"Do it now," he growls, bucking his hips up.
"Right." I pull back and coat my own neglected erection, which feels harder than it ever has before. Perhaps I have been alone for too long.
The heat and pressure of his arse feel absolutely amazing as I press into him. It has certainly been too long since I've topped, at any rate. "Fuck, are you always this tight?" I ask as I fully seat myself.
"Less chatter, more movement," Severus replies, hooking one of his feet around my thigh. I obey him and start pistoning in and out. I'm embarrassed to realize I won't last as long as I'd like, but from the way Severus is thrashing about below me, he's in a similar state. I lower myself to my elbows and thread a hand into his hair. Severus looks up at me for a moment before pulling me back into a messy, wet kiss. I speed my thrusts up, dimly aware of the creaking of the bedsprings, as Severus pulls back and moans in my ear. I have enough thought left to slide a hand down to Severus' cock, but his mouth sucking on my neck is my undoing. I thrust once, twice more before shuddering my release. It only takes a couple squeezes of his cock before Severus joins me.
Both of us are panting heavily as I slide off to the side. "Do you mind if I stay a bit?" I ask softly, and Severus merely stretches an arm across my chest in answer.
"Can you do a wandless cleaning spell?" he asks.
"Yeah, I can manage that," I reply, and do so as Severus pulls the blankets up over us.
Some time later, Severus is asleep next to me, but I can do little more than drift in and out of sleep. The sconces had gone out when he fell asleep, and the fireplace dimmed, but there is still enough light to see by.
As the spell starts to wear off, everything slowly gets brighter and brighter and I can see no more. My bandages are still in Severus' sitting room, but I'm too comfortable wrapped up in his arms to go get them. Instead I turn and bury my face in Severus' chest, blocking out the light.
The evening has been very enjoyable, and I'm quite willing to repeat it, with or without the spell on my eyes. Now I just need to see how long it'll take for Severus to offer his services again.