Another Kind Of Magic

AN: Just some things I wanted to say before we continue :o)

@ Luci: You're right. May I have a glass as well? ;o)

@ Lolita Soleil: Exactly the reason why I wrote this story.

@ Kunitsu: Yes, I have updated twice a day except the last two chapters.

@ dae The Lover: What search? But yes, you're right. The story was already up completely somewhere else while I posted it here *smiling innocently*

@: KillingProphet: Thank you very much for your review. I know where you're coming from but you already guessed why I did what I did. This is supposed to be a very basic story about BDSM and to show that there is something else besides the "beating". For my purpose this story is exactly how I want it.
I do believe my other stories will not be quite like this and yes, there will be something following this one.
Although I do have to admit that I do like the mental part about BDSM just as much as the physical component – if you know what I mean.

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Lolita Soleil and Luci got it right. Of course the quote is from the Rocky Horror Picture Show where Frank'n'Furter says: A mental mindfuck can be nice.
I might add that I used "mindfuck" well before I even knew there is such thing as the RHPS – which actually isn't that long ago, shame on me.

And since there are some people here that actually know and like the RHPS, I'm going to share something with you:
My beta-listener is a big fan of the RHPS and it might explain why we've already established parts of the audience participation for the audio book version of this story:

*me reading*: "Severus gave [McGonagall] another glare. Did he really need to sit here in his own rooms and get reprimanded like an ill-mannered schoolboy?"
*beta yelling*: "Yes, you do Severus!"

*me reading*: "With the last tatters of his self-control, Severus put his hands on Harry's head and pushed him away as gentle as he could manage."
*beta*: "And Harry dropped from the wall across the room." *giggles*

The audio book is of course a joke!

Why don'tcha stay for the night
Or maybe a bite
I could show you my favourite obsession
I've been making a man
With blond hair and a tan
and he's good for relieving my tension.

And without any further do…

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Severus smiled softly while he listened to Harry's description. It sounded like something quite a few submissives were talking about: subspace. "No, Harry. I did not put a spell on you. BDSM has it's own magic," he said. "Other bottoms experience similar things while in a play."

"Wow, I like this kind of magic."

Severus chuckled softly. "That's good then. I'm glad you do. Still remember your safe word?"

"Sure do, sir. Red."

"Good. Now go."

Harry smiled once more then turned and disappeared into the bathroom.


With a smile Severus collected the flogger and headed for the bedroom. He wasn't surprised about Harry's experience with subspace. If at all he was amazed about how easily he went there.

Severus closed the door behind him. There were some things he wanted to prepare even if they might not use them. He took his wand out and pointed it into the left hand corner. Out of thin air there appeared a solid post, which was encased in the ground and the ceiling. It was placed so that he could still walk around it and reach the tied up person from every side. There was a bolt with a metal ring on it a little higher than six feet.

Severus took the bar that leaned in the corner. Out of habit he checked the rings that were fixed at both ends of the bar, then the one in the middle. Satisfied he hooked the bar to the post and pulled on it, using all his weight for the test.

After that he arranged a goblet with juice (with straw) some tissues and of course some lube. Since he would play with another wizard he neglected the safety scissors for emergencies, he could use his wand instead.

With another flick of his wand, Severus had ropes attached to the four-poster bed, already with hooks at the ready. He quickly checked the ropes as well and then went to his wardrobe. In one corner were clothes that he hadn't looked at for ages. He took out a pair of black leather pants and a simple black button shirt. It wasn't fancy but it served the purpose of setting a difference to his usual attire when he was not in role.

He got changed and even though the pants were a little loose he felt good in them. The last item to complete his outfit was a leather belt that had a holster for his wand.

After a last look around the room to see if he had forgotten anything he went to the door. But just before he opened it Severus turned back around and with a wave of his wand he had many candles floating in the air. Pleased with the now created atmosphere he reached for the door and opened it.

Harry stood outside, staring into space but he turned his head as he heard Severus. Like he had been told to he had taken off his shirt.

"You look hot – if I may say so," Harry said looking Severus up and down.

"You may and thank you," Severus replied with a chuckle. "I hoped it would increase the sexy bastard factor." As expected Harry blushed at the allusion, causing Severus to chuckle even more. "Come in," Severus said, moving to the side to let Harry pass.

Severus closed to door behind Harry and when he turned around he found Harry staring at the tying post in the corner. He stepped behind Harry and put his arms around him. "I thought you might want to look at some things," Severus said close to Harry's ear and he could feel the tremor that ran through his body.

"I believe your body agrees with the idea, does it?" Severus probed, dropping his voice to a seductive murmur.

Another shudder passed through Harry before he answered with a whisper: "Yes, sir."

~

Harry's mouth was dry and his heart throbbed franticly as Severus led him to the tying post and stood him right before it with his face towards the post. The older wizard placed first one of Harry's hand on the bar and then the other without tying them to it.

"Just feel it, Harry," Severus said lowly.

Harry stood there his arms spread and closed his eyes. He could feel Severus behind him and even though he knew he was there, he quivered when he felt the first contact on his back. Feather light touches caressed his skin, then strong fingers moved firmly over the muscles on his back. Every inch of his upper body was being touched; even his arms and hands weren't forgotten. He had goosebumps everywhere and the hair in his neck stood erect. Then Severus drew lines with his fingernails on his skin, yet another sensual sensation that left Harry swaying on his feet.

Suddenly Severus moved forward and pressed Harry between the post and his body, causing Harry to gasp in surprise. But the gasp turned into a deep groan as Severus' fingers caught his nipples and pinched them. It wasn't too hard but Harry felt like a stroke of lightning had hit him and he pressed himself against Severus. Feeling the bulge of Severus' hard cock push into his arse only intensified Harry's desire and made his own hard cock twitch.

Severus' hands left his nipples and moved to his buttocks, kneading them with strong fingers. "I know you are already more then set to being fucked now. But I'm not quite done yet playing with you," Severus said into Harry's ear, provoking another gasp.

This man was about to make Harry loose his mind.

"Let's get rid of those clothes."

Harry dropped his hands to the waistband of his jeans.

"What do you think you are doing?" Severus growled.

Harry's eyes popped open at the sound of Severus' voice. "Getting undressed, sir, like you said."

Much to Harry's relief Severus chuckled about the reply. "It was a figure of speech," he said. "As much as I'm pleased to learn that you at long last decided to follow my orders quite eagerly… weren't you supposed to hold on to something?"

Harry felt Severus' hands on his arms and then the older wizard brought Harry's hands back up to the bar.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Since I didn't tell you to not let go, you are out of trouble – for now," Severus countered in a silky voice.

Harry swallowed. But the thought about which kind of trouble Severus had been talking about was soon pushed out of his mind. Severus' hands slid down on his arms, once more covering his skin with goosebumps, then down his sides and finally they moved to the front of his jeans, causing Harry's cock to remind him how constricted it was. As though Severus had read Harry's mind (or better Harry's cock's mind), he popped open button after button, all the while carefully avoiding his hard member as much as possible.

Harry tried to still himself, to not react but his body had a mind of his own.

"Impatient, are we?" Severus whispered into his ear.

"Not… too much, sir."

"Good," Severus said. "Because it's going to take a while until we get there," he added and pressed his palm against Harry's cock. Harry had barely inhaled for a deep groan when the hand was gone again. He couldn't stifle a little disappointed sound.

Severus only chuckled and continued to strip Harry out of his jeans and briefs.

The air caressing his naked skin made Harry shiver. He wasn't really cold though, it was excitement mixed with anticipation and a little nervousness.

One of Severus' hands lay on Harry's hip and he could feel the warmth spreading from there.

"Close your eyes and feel, Harry," Severus murmured.

Harry obeyed and then felt something else touch his shoulder. It was an incredible sensual feeling as if handful of heavy velvety strings were dragged over his shoulders, his arms and his back.

"You like it?" Severus asked quietly beside his ear.

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."

The thing – whatever it was – was dragged once more over his shoulder, then Harry felt it on his head and in his face.

"Smell it," Severus commanded sedately.

Harry inhaled deeply the rich and heavy scent. It reminded him of – Harry gasped. Leather!

"It's the flogger touching you like this."

"It feels very… nice, sir."

"It's quite sensuous, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."


~

Severus smiled. Step one of introducing a new bottom to the flogger was successfully accomplished. Time for them to move to step two.

Severus pulled the flogger back over Harry's shoulder and stood back a little. Swinging the toy just lightly, causing the tips of the threads to tap softly against the young man's skin, Severus continued to prepare Harry for what was about to come.
There was no need for hurry and Severus took his time letting the gentle taps rain over Harry's body.

Very slowly Severus increased the strength of the hits and concentrated his aim onto Harry's shoulders and buttocks. They were close to the point where the strokes would become noticeable as more then deliberate blows.

Severus' senses were focused sorely onto Harry's reactions when he aimed the first serious blow onto the firm muscle of Harry's butt. He heard the long moan and saw the hip jerking forward and how it was pushed back an instant later as if asking for more.

Severus attended the other cheek with a smack and once more listened to Harry's moaned reply and watched the answer of the younger wizard's body.

After two more hits with much the same effect, Severus stepped forward and grabbed the juice on the way. Standing beside Harry, Severus rubbed the now softly glowing buttocks with one hand, causing Harry to press his butt against Severus' hand. "How are you doing there?"

"…fine… sir,"

"Good," Severus replied, holding the goblet with juice in front of Harry's mouth. "Have a sip, please."

His cock twitched intrigued as Severus watched Harry's lush lips move over the straw forming an 'o' before they closed over it. He was just about to say something but quickly thought better of it. It wouldn't be any good to have Harry suffocate by swallowing the wrong way. Instead Severus moved one hand up to Harry's to check the circulation in his fingers and found them warm.

Severus put the goblet on its place and turned back to Harry. "Now where were we at?"

"Er- you were showing me how flogging feels, sir?" Harry answered with his head turned to Severus.

"Ah, yes, that's right." Stepping behind Harry, Severus grabbed the younger man's firm buttocks with spread fingers, provoking a low moan from Harry as he kneaded them. "Am I correct to presume that the flogger is much to your liking?" He wanted to know before he nibbled with his teeth on Harry's shoulder and neck.

There was an eager nod before the words finally dropped from Harry's lips: "Yes. sir. Quite… correct."

Almost growling Severus bit into the fleshy part between Harry's shoulder and neck causing the younger man to inhale sharply. After holding the flesh for a moment, Severus released it again and licked over the marks his teeth had left.

"So do you want to feel more of that flogger?"

The thrust of Harry's hip and the mumbled plea was all the answer Severus needed.
Let the dance begin.

And it was a dance, the way Harry moved after a stroke, his whole body working, muscles flexing and relaxing and hips swaying. A dance to the sound of leather-threads whistling through the air before they connected with the body; and to the sound of Harry's voice, the moans and groans and incoherent words that were dripping from his mouth.
Severus was the conductor and Harry followed his lead.

~

Harry had lost track of time.
The heavy blows didn't really hurt when they connected with his body. The thudding aftershock sent a wave of heat right into the core of his being; a wave of heat that burned all thoughts away and focused his mind on his body and on Severus who was connected to him through his presence, the sound of his voice and the flogger; a wave of heat that sent Harry flying.
He stood there naked and tied to the post and was at Severus' mercy, the pain transformed into pleasure and left him achingly hard in his need.

"Lord… please… so good…" Harry panted. "Need you… please?"

He didn't realise that the flogging had stopped until he heard Severus.

"What do you need?" His seductive voice whispered into Harry's ear.

"… you… in me…"

"My cock inside of you?" Severus asked, pressing his leather-clad erection against Harry's burning arse.

Harry moaned and pushed back against Severus. "Yes!"

"To fill your arse?"

"Yes!"

"To fuck you?"

"Please!"

"To take you?"

"Yes, yes!"

"To use you for my own pleasure?"

"Gods! If you… keep… that up," Harry groaned, "I'm gonna… come…"

"I don't think so," Severus chuckled and took Harry's hands from the bar and then manoeuvred Harry the few steps to the edge of the elevated bed, telling him to bend over it and to brace himself on his hands.

"Now let's try this again. What do you want?" Severus asked slyly.

"You… inside… me."

"Try to form a sentence and I might consider doing so."

Harry groaned and let his head drop between his arms. "Sadist," he muttered.

"I am delighted to hear that you figured that out by now," Severus drawled mockingly.

Harry snickered but jumped a second later in surprise as a sound smack landed on his buttock.

"And it's still sir sadist to you," Severus said, adding another slap on the other cheek.

"Yes, sir," Harry gasped. "Sorry, sir."

"Back to my question, what do you want?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Sir, I need you… inside of me… please."

"Close enough," Severus' voice purred into his ear.

Harry moaned as he felt two lubricated fingers at his puckered entrance. They snaked their way inside of him, preparing him for Severus' cock. Greedily he pushed against the fingers but even when they were fully inside of him it wasn't enough.

"Is that what you want?"

" … more please…sir," Harry groaned.

"Greedy, are we?" Severus asked teasingly.

After a quick brush against Harry's prostate – that took his breath away before he could reply – the fingers were withdrawn, leaving him empty and needy. Harry whimpered softly. His breath hitched as he heard Severus' belt slide through the loop and a second later the zipper being pulled down.

Then he felt the head of Severus' cock press against his entrance, breaching his muscle and finally, finally Severus' cock was sliding into of him, filling him completely. "Oh fuck!"

"Just what do you think I am doing here, Potter?"

Harry felt laughter bubbling up inside of him and he couldn't hold it back. But the laughter was soon driven out of him; leaving him gasping instead as Severus started to move, pulling his cock almost all the way out just to push it back in, hitting Harry's sweet spot.

A stream of jumbled obscenities poured constantly out of Harry's mouth, which were accentuated by pleas every time Severus hit home.

With the endorphins still running high in Harry's blood plus the ragging hormones of youth, it was no surprise that Severus had Harry on the edge of orgasm in no time, yelling hoarsely as he climaxed.

~

Severus pushed himself as deeply as possible into Harry as he filled him with his seed, the muscles in Severus' abdomen contracting beyond his control.

Humming with satisfaction, Severus bent forward to embrace Harry after the spasms had eased. As if that had been Harry's cue, his knees buckled at the same time as his arms gave way and Severus had a droopy body in his arms. If it hadn't been for Severus' reflexes, Harry had ended up on the floor.

"Oops," Harry mumbled. "Sorry bout that."

The sudden movement had caused Severus to slip out of Harry rather ungracefully.

"Always the Gryffindor," Severus murmured teasingly. "No finesse at all." But the gentle kiss he placed on Harry's shoulder betrayed Severus' words. He cast a cleaning spell on both of them and afterwards drew back the covers before he lifted Harry onto the bed.

After banishing his own clothes Severus joined Harry, pulled him into his arms, and then tucked the blankets around them. Shifting himself into a comfortable position, Severus closed his eyes. While his hand caressed the still out-of-order-Harry, Severus' enjoyed the images of the previous hours flashing before his inner eye. He didn't notice the tiny smile that curled around the corner of his mouth as pictures of Harry in various positions crossed his mind. Severus sighed satisfied and once more marvelled about how drastically his life had changed in such a short time.

If someone had told him earlier that someday he would have a (play-) partner again – Harry Potter on top of it – Severus would have died laughing his arse of. No, scratch that. He wouldn't have laughed back then. But he would have exploded just the same with similar consequences.

Severus hadn't had any planes for after the battle because he had always believed he would die at one point during it. But it hadn't come to it and so Severus had settled for a lonely life under the dark shadow that hung over his head due to his work as a spy (not to mention his foolish decision to take the Mark). He had accepted that most of the people in the wizarding world would never get over their prejudice, and honestly he had never cared much about what people think of him anyway.

But then two, no even three people (the Slytherin in Severus only writhed a little about the fact that all of them had been Gryffindors) had very openly stood up for him. He didn't know if the speeches from Hermione Granger or Minerva would change anything but he had realised that it made his heart feel a little lighter. Not even as much for his own benefit but maybe Harry wouldn't get judged too harshly about his choice of partner.

Harry. Severus sighed again, the smile in his face deepening. Harry, who had succeeded with his stubbornness to become a part of Severus' live. Harry, who had made Severus laugh for the first time in countless years. Harry, who had decided that he wanted to give himself to Severus in more then just one way. Harry, who would become a wonderful bottom, a strong and powerful partner. Harry, who had kindled that spark of hope in Severus, that his future might not be as dark and lonely after all. Harry. Harry. Harry.
Of course nobody could know in this state of their relationship how it would precede from here. Even if it was not forever, Severus was sure that they would at least share a bit of the road ahead of them and he was looking forward to it.

The subject of Severus' thoughts shifted in his arms and pulled him out of his reverie.

~

Sighing with satisfaction, Harry tried to get even closer to the warm body beside him.

"What is it?" Severus asked quietly.

Harry smiled softly although he knew the older wizard couldn't see it. "I'm just feeling very content," Harry replied equally softly. "And normal for a change," he added.

Having his head on Severus' chest, Harry felt the chuckle from the other wizard more then he heard it. Surprised he lifted his head and looked at Severus. "Why are you laughing?"

"Normal is not quite a word that comes to my mind when I think about you," Severus answered without hiding his grin. "The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Defeated Voldemort – well, The Brat Whatever You Call Him has still a burning hide from being flogged," Severus said mockingly. "And to top it off, the arse from the very same boy has just moments ago very effectively milked my cock to orgasm while yelling obscenities," he added.

Harry snickered and then worried his lips while he pondered this for a moment.

"Alright," Harry finally said mischievously. "If you can't change it, cultivate it. I'm The Perfectly Normal Pervert Who Defeated You Know Who."

Severus laughed and pulled Harry back into his embrace. "That you are."

Harry made himself comfortable again and closed his eyes, once more sighing contently. "Thank you, Severus," he whispered after a moment.

"My pleasure."


The End

That's it. Severus is now on his own with teaching Harry ;o) Thank you for reading (and for those of you that have already commented: thanks for that too!!! You rock!). If you prefer personal answers to your reviews go to the HP Fandom and look under goofball. I do answer all of my comments as long as they're either German or English. You do want to review, don't you? I know you want; just scroll down a little and you can review and/or vote. Thank you!

Last notes (after another review):
1) All mistakes are mine. I have no beta-reader (yet), just someone listening to me when I read out loud. So if you find something let me know or keep it if you like ;o) English is not my first language which might explain that I have weird phrasings sometimes.

2) There will be no other chapter. The story is done and the "heavier" stuff is for another story and/or other writer (What's heavier anyway? Just because you're bruised and/or bleeding after a session it's heavier? Somebody care to explain that to me? How do you meassure that? And if so, how do you meassure the mental heaviness in a session?).