|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2007-01-01 18:22:00
|Entry tags:||alliekatgal, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day moonsnoangel!
Title: Little Creatures
Prompt/Summary: The presence of one little creature inevitably leads to the addition of more.
Author's Note: Beta: the_con_cept
Severus smirked as Harry darted away once more, reaching out and grasping his prey by the shirt.
“I told you we should have brought a leash.”
“He’s not a dog, Severus.”
“Hmmm, he finds things on the floor and puts them in his mouth, he’s not housebroken, and he only comes when he’s called if you have a treat in your hand. Sounds like a puppy to me.”
Harry failed miserably at not laughing.
“Alright, I’ll admit there are a few similarities, but I refuse to put my son on a leash. Besides, he loves going for walks. It’s just a bit challenging trying to walk with him here in Diagon Alley.”
Harry readjusted his hold on the squirming toddler. “Hold my hand, Max.”
They had managed to finish their shopping without any major incidents and were now window shopping before they headed back toward the Leaky Cauldron.
Max tugged on Harry’s hand, trying to pull him toward a storefront.
Harry and Severus stopped to see what their son was enthusiastically pointing at.
Harry smiled as he looked into the window of the Magical Menagerie. “Yes, Max, kitties. And look, they have a small Crup.”
Max’s lip began to turn downward, and Harry hastily opened the door to the shop.
“What are you doing?” hissed Severus. “I refuse to have a mangy Crup in my house, chewing everything in sight.”
“Hush, Severus. Max wants to see the kitties. Hold the door, would you?”
He held firmly onto Max’s hand as they entered the shop, drawing him over to the kittens on display near the window.
Max was now bouncing in his tiny trainers, pointing excitedly with his small, chubby hand.
“Ditty, Da-da, ditty!”
Severus’ voice was low and menacing, quite clearly voicing his displeasure that Harry would even consider buying such a creature.
“Oh, come on, Severus. Did you have a pet when you were a kid? I always wanted one, anything, but I never had one. Aunt Petunia wouldn’t allow any animals or reptiles into the house. Here, hold on to Max so I can get a look.”
A clerk approached them, and Harry requested to look at one of the small kittens. He was grey with one white paw, playfully rolling around and chasing another kitten.
Harry took him carefully into his hands, looking him over. The kitten’s fur looked to be sinfully soft against Harry’s skin, and as he gazed into the kitten’s eyes, the tiny creature let out a plaintive meow.
“Ditty! Ditty! Ditty!”
“Yes, Max, have a look at him.”
Harry knelt down and held the kitten out so Max could pet him. Their son was amazingly gentle as he touched the soft fur. “That’s right, softly; he’s just a baby and we don’t want to hurt him. That’s nice, Max, you’re touching him so nicely.”
Even more than the excited cries of “Ditty”, Severus could see that it was Max’s rapt expression as he stroked the kitten that sold Harry on buying the animal.
“We’ll take him. We’ll need kitty food, and I suppose some toys?”
The clerk smiled and took the kitten from Harry.
“Excellent, Sir. I’ll put him in a carrying case for you and have him at the desk. When you’ve picked out everything you need, just let me know and I’ll ring you up.”
Harry made short work of picking out supplies, obviously aware that Severus was already displeased at bringing home a cat. Finally, they were on their way home. Tom waved to them as they went into the back room of the pub to Floo home.
Severus began grumbling as soon as they came out of the fireplace.
“Harry, this cat is going to wreck the house, not to mention my workroom. If that cat puts so much as one paw into my workspace, I’ll use him in a potion.”
“The door is already warded, so it won’t be a problem. You’ve been able to keep Max out, so keeping out one small cat shouldn’t be a problem.”
Packages were unpacked and put away and Harry put Max down on the floor to play with the kitten. The kitten promptly ran under the sofa, and Max burst into tears.
Severus picked him up and soothed him. “I think we have a young man who needs a rest.”
“What you mean is we have a cranky toddler who is in desperate need of a nap. Would you put him in his cot? I’m just going to put some water and food out for the kitten.”
Severus brought Max to his room, changed his nappy, and settled him into his cot. As usual, as soon as he was covered with his blanket, Max fell asleep. Severus stroked Max’s cheek and ran his fingers through the riot of black curls that graced his son’s head.
He had never taken much notice of babies until Max had been born, but he was certain there was no child as beautiful as his son. He would no doubt be the spitting image of Harry once his baby cheeks thinned out.
He found Harry in the living room, trying to coax the kitten out from his hiding spot.
“He’ll come out when he feels safer. Leave him, Harry, he’ll be fine.”
“Max is out?”
“Yes, as you well know. Now, Mr. Potter, whatever shall we do for the next two hours while our whirling dervish is sleeping?”
“I think you need a proper Thank-You for not objecting too much to bringing the kitten home. Did you see Max’s face?”
Harry looped his arms around Severus’ neck, drawing him down for a kiss. Their lips met, exchanging soft, slow kisses. Tongues caressed and stroked as their bodies tried to become closer still. Harry moaned as he felt Severus cup his arse, pulling him up hard against his husband.
Severus kissed his way across Harry’s jaw before whispering huskily, “I think this kitten has been traumatized enough for one day. Let’s take this to our room.”
They stumbled their way down the hall, hands trying to undo each other’s clothes even as they continued to kiss.
As always, Severus’ dexterous fingers had Harry out of his shirt and trousers before Harry had even managed to open Severus’ shirt.
They tumbled onto the bed, both sets of hands now freeing Severus from his garments. Harry squeaked as Severus pinned him to the bed, growling in his ear.
“What have you to say for yourself, Mr. Potter?”
“Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead.”
Severus looked at him questioningly. “I believe that was your cue to beg for mercy.”
“Never. I never beg.”
Severus had him begging in moments.
“Please. Please, Severus, touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
Harry swatted at him. “Bastard. Stop licking my stomach and put my cock in your mouth.”
Severus smiled wickedly before swooping down on Harry, engulfing him.
Harry arched up, fingers twisting into Severus’ hair, trying to bury himself deeper into the warmth. He was rewarded by more friction, more suction, and then he was coming hard enough to see flashes of light under his closed eyelids.
Severus kissed his way up Harry’s torso until he could once again devour Harry’s sweet mouth. He could feel the rapid pulse of Harry’s heartbeat, feel the force of each exhale against his cheek. It was difficult for him to tell Harry how he felt about him, and hearing Harry say that he loved him always rendered him speechless, unable to reciprocate in kind.
Here, however, he could use his hands and his mouth to express wordlessly just how fully Harry owned his heart. He stretched his hand toward the nightstand and unerringly found the small, squat jar which lived there. Permanently, as Harry had finally tipped it over one too many times and there was now an almost unbreakable sticking charm adhering it to the table. His fingers were quickly bathed in slickness.
He could feel Harry tremble and moan as he used his fingers to stretch him, stroking, teasing, but never enough to give him what he wanted. He pulled his mouth away to urge Harry onto his side, but he was already moving, rolling and pressing close against him, making him gasp as Severus slid into him, finally filling him. Long, slow strokes, and Harry was twitching and hardening once more.
Severus slid one hand over Harry’s hip until he could grip Harry’s cock, trying to keep his strokes smooth and slow, even as he kissed Harry’s neck, leaving whispered love notes across his warm skin. Harry’s hand over his own was all the warning he had, and then Harry was coming, and Severus gave up holding back. Three hard thrusts and he came silently, breathing heavily against Harry’s back.
It was only as he startled awake to the sound of Max’s cries that he even realized he had been asleep. He carefully peeled himself away from Harry to find his wand, and cleaned them up quickly. Harry roused at the tingle of magic.
“Yes, he’s up. Find some clothes and I’ll bring him in.” He pulled on a pair of trousers before making the short walk down the hall to Max’s room. Severus lifted Max from his cot and held him closely. “I love you, Max.” It had become his ritual, talking to Max as he woke up from his naps, telling him that he loved him. Small arms clutched his neck and soft curls tickled his cheek.
“Lub you, Da-da.”
“Let’s go see your Daddy, shall we?”
“Yes, Daddy had a nap, too.”
They entered the bedroom and joined Harry on the bed. A soft meow was heard before the kitten scrambled up the bedclothes onto the bed.
“Yes, Max, the kitty lives here now, and if you sit quietly he might even come over to see you.”
Max sat quietly in Severus’ lap, one small hand held out to the kitten. Slowly, the kitten crept across the bed until he could sniff Max’s hand. Apparently approving, the kitten climbed into Max’s lap, pressing his head against the boy’s belly.
Max’s voice was soft but gleeful. His arms came around the kitten, and even from several feet away Harry could hear him purr.
“Are you happy now, Mr. Potter? Our bed is crawling with little creatures, just as you requested.”
Harry slid over and pressed himself against Severus.
“It’s just right.”