Control

AN: So, the awaited conclusion to my evil cliffy- try to get a little more comfortable and enjoy!


Snakegirl : Welcome to the wonderful world of slash fanfiction- I guess many of us here kinda stumbled over this hot genre. Glad you like my little story.

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unneeded: *ruffles her head* I study English in college so maybe that's why I am halfway fluent.




Chain of Desire

For a moment Harry thought the potion master would not answer him but then he got up.

“Follow me Potter,” he said and walked into the living room opening a door that so far Harry had not noticed, disappearing inside. Anxiously Harry followed him and found himself in a strange room. The floor and the walls were made of red cushions and there was a recliner in the middle.

“Control is something that can be taken or given Potter,” Snape started in his best teaching voice. “If used correctly it can bring pleasure for both the receiver and the giver if both are so inclined. I prefer to have control over my lovers and this complete control arouses me.”

Staring at the recliner Harry could not help but shudder when he heard Snape's voice. He had never thought much about control in a sexual relationship and he wondered how it would feel to give up complete control in such a context. The thought alone sent little sparks of arousal from his slowly hardening cock to the rest of his body.

When he looked up he was surprised how close Snape suddenly was- when had that happened?- and like before their first sex he was drawn to his hypnotic eyes that seemed to peruse his thoughts at will. Not that he minded much- he had long given up on learning occlumency but right now he had not yet decided if he wanted Snape to see his intrigue. What it promised was taunting and exhilarating in a peculiar way.

“Some people delight in giving up their control- the thought alone arouses them,” Snape purred while he lazily dragged a finger down Harry's cheek a calculating expression on his face. “Tell me Potter- are you aroused?”

Frozen by Snape's eyes and voice Harry could not help that a soft whimper left his mouth and the way power and confidence radiated off the potion master he felt another shudder running through his body. When a smirk, unlike any Snape had so far gifted Harry with in his seven years in Hogwarts, showed on the wizard's stern face, Harry felt as if he was falling into an abyss- with no concern whatsoever where it would take him.

“Do you trust me Potter,” Snape whispered darkly against his cheek.

Did Harry trust him? A year ago he would have forcefully denied that- Snape had always been too ambivalent for that and the way he had delighted in dominating Harry would have filled him with unease. However today with Voldemort dead ,and the fact that Snape would have been prepared to sacrifice his life for their victory, he felt drawn to the man like a moth to a flame.


Mutely he nodded just slightly and the smirk on Snape's face transformed into satisfaction as he accioed a black ribbon from a chest of the other side of the room. He put it around Harry's eyes and blindfolded him.

Stepping away he began to circle the younger wizard who tried to make out his counterpart's position by sense of hearing.

“Trust is something extremely powerful Potter- but it also means responsibilities. In one of these settings I will never abuse that trust, I'll take care of you, of your every needs. If you understand this, you will be able to let yourself fall into my net of control.”

He now stood just behind the boy and carefully breathed against his neck making Harry jump with surprise.

“You know about power, don't you Potter,” Snape whispered softly. “You know how it feels to hold absolute power of life and death, you know it because you killed Riddle. But do you know how intoxicating it can be to give up that power?”

The ghost a kiss on his neck made Harry moan softly and once a skilled hand began to push up his shirt to roam freely on his taunt belly he could not believe how close he was to release, how this velvet voice washing over his body like silk had the power to go to his cock just by breathing these words into his ear.

“Control, power, trust- can you fathom how these concepts are linked together into an intriguingly chain of desire?” When Harry whimpered slightly Snape chuckled softly. “Tell me what you want me to do Potter?”

The effort to hold back his orgasm was making Harry tremble on his feet and he let his tired body rest against the strong frame of Snape attempting to formulate a response.

“Hm I...need...”

Snape's hand had travelled south over the hem of his jeans and tantalisingly hovered there so close to where Harry wanted it to be.

“I can't hear you Potter,” Snape taunted and flicking out his tongue he brushed it over the skin behind the earlobe. That almost undid Harry who was by now shaking with desire and moaning softly. “I thought you would like that. Do you want me to take control right now Harry?”

Vehemently Harry nodded and when the other wizard's hand cupped his hardness he shouted with ecstasy.

“Yessss!”

The next sentence however was his undo.

“Come for me.”

Snape's fingers began to stroke Harry's cock and it took him no longer than two strokes until Harry came violently spurting his come against the inside of his jeans. The waves he rode this time were higher than ever before in his life and if there would not have been strong arms that held him until he came down he would have slumped to the floor like a stone.

His heart was racing away together with his breath and Harry could feel a cool hand that rubbed his belly in a comforting motion of care that was so uncommon for his stern potion professor that he wondered if that was really Snape's hand. Carefully the blindfold was opened falling heedlessly to the ground and Harry blissfully leaned into the tender touch feeling a sorrow cleaning spell releasing him from the sticky substance in his jeans.

“My little pet,” Snape muttered into Harry's hair and the boy wanted to ask what that meant but as if sensing his plan Snape shook his head. “Later. We'll talk about that later.”


Against Harry's nature he contently accepted that decision pleasantly drifting in the tight net of control Snape had talked about until he felt his lover letting go of him and stepping back to allow the younger wizard to get his balance right. The loss was felt keenly and in the sudden cold of the room Harry wrapped his arms around his suddenly shivering body.

Snape walked over to a dresser and got out a woollen blanket that he twined around Harry shoulders. With a gentle push he steered both of them back into the living room and the door to Snape's secret room closed behind them.

Oh my, is it getting a tad bit hot in here? Hope you all enjoyed that little scene and believe me there are several others yet to come.


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