Bonds of Affection

Harry shifted uncomfortably, standing in front of Snape... in front of Severus.



The man\'s proximity was maddening. His eyes, and his voice had an absolutely hypnotic effect. Harry gazed at him, waiting for something... a touch, or words... anything.



“Disrobe,” the voice said sternly.



Harry gasped at the simple blunt order, and looked at the man hesitantly.



“What? You expect romancing and cuddling before I strip you naked and fuck you?” Severus asked with a sneer. “Think again.”



Harry blushed furiously. “Sir...Severus...”



“Remove your clothes, or I will do it for you – and I assure you, there will be nothing gentle about it,” Severus said evenly.



Harry proceeded to unbutton his shirt, his fingers shaking, and being unable to find the buttons. Severus gazed at him with a mixture of pity and disdain, then stood next to him, and grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands. He tore it open in one firm movement, buttons popping off, and falling to the floor. He practically shook Harry out of the shirt, and then, proceeded to unbuckle his belt, pulling it out roughly, and casting it aside. Severus unbuttoned Harry\'s trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor. His hand reached inside Harry\'s shorts, and brushed against his erect member that throbbed violently upon contact.



“Well, I am certainly glad to know that you do not require my touch,” Severus said snidely. “I would hate to see your state if you had.”



Harry glared at him fiercely. “If you are going to make fun of me, you may as well forget the whole thing and leave me alone.” He was certain he was the very picture of ridiculousness, standing in his bedroom with his trousers pulled around his ankles.... and still trying to sound dignified.



The hand stroked Harry\'s member gently, fingers caressing the entire length of it, and stopping to circle the head. Then the hand was withdrawn, and Severus stood quietly, crossing his arms on his chest.



“Leave you alone, you say,” Severus whispered with sinister gentleness. “Are you quite sure?”



“No,” Harry said quickly. He bent down, and unlaced his boots. Quickly, he freed himself of the vestiges of his clothing and stood before Severus, completely naked, utterly mortified, and painfully aroused.



Severus continued staring at him intently, not moving. Harry glared back, growing more and more humiliated and frustrated every moment. Finally, he couldn\'t take it any longer.



“Do something!” he demanded.



Severus rose an eyebrow and smiled thinly. “If you insist.”



He placed his palm against Harry\'s chest and stroked it gently, fingers slowly traveling down to his belly, brushing against the trail of dark pubic hair that led down to the groin.



“Ah!” Harry cried out and whimpered in protest when the hand stopped just short of touching his cock. The fingers traveled back up, and lingered against one of the nipples that hardened instantly at the contact.



“Please,” Harry whispered, all self-respect forgotten.



The fingers grasped the nipple and pinched harshly, sending a violent tremor of agonizing delight through his body. Harry arched his entire body forward. The hands grasped his nipples and squeezed, and Harry issued a fierce hiss of pleasure at the sensation.



“So responsive,” Severus observed coolly. His voice was distant and unemotional, and somehow, it only increased Harry\'s frustration.



“Severus,” he begged shamelessly. He no longer knew what it was that he wanted. His entire skin craved touch, contact, pleasure or pain – it no longer mattered.



Severus sat on the bed, took Harry\'s wrists in his hands, and drew him to himself. Harry stood between his legs, his lips only a few inches away from the man\'s face. On an impulse, Harry leaned to him and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Severus did not withdraw. His hands stroked Harry\'s back gently, fingertips sliding down to his buttocks, stroking the cleft between the butt-cheeks.



Then, Severus withdrew his hands – but not for long. A hand traveled in the air and smacked against Harry\'s bottom sharply. Harry shuddered slightly at the stinging slap, but the hand cupped the aching flesh and kneaded it firmly, transforming ache into luscious warmth.



“Thank you,” Harry whispered breathlessly, pressing his lips to the man\'s forehead again. The smacks continued to fall, sharp and firm, alternating with ungentle squeezing and kneading, and Harry\'s entire being swayed like a pendulum, from ache to ecstasy, over and over again.



Eventually, it became more than he could bear – not for the pain, but just as he became overwhelmed with sensation. He threw his arms around Severus, and straddled his lap, his naked flesh pressing against the man\'s dark robe. He buried his face in the black, silky, long hair, inhaling deeply, surprised that Severus smelled like....like dried Dittany leaves, like faded autumn grass.



And just as Harry was drowning in the bliss of the moment, Severus placed his hands on Harry\'s shoulders, and pushed him onto the bed, face down. Harry fell, into elated self-abandon, feeling nothing, and caring about nothing. He heard Severus utter several incantations, and found his wrists and ankles encircled by leather. He opened his eyes to see restraints, locked around his wrists. Then, his eyes focused on the headboard of the bed, and he stared at it, as if for the first time – a lattice of metal bars, wrought into serpentine designs. Another incantation – and chains appeared, locking the cuffs to the headboard and the footboard of the bed, and then tightening, spreading his limbs apart.



He was lying on his belly, nude, helpless, completely immobilized, heat radiating from his buttocks, aching for touch. Severus placed his hand on Harry\'s bottom, and massaged it gently. Harry became aware of his arousal again and lifted his hips slightly.



“Please,” he whispered again.



Severus leaned towards him, and placed a kiss on the small of his back. Harry shuddered and pulled against the restraints to arch his back out – without much success.



“You look lovely when you struggle,” Severus said softly. Harry sensed Severus stand up and get off the bed. Harry turned his head to look at him. Severus was folding Harry\'s clothes, neatly and meticulously, setting them on a chair in front of the bed.



“What are you doing?” Harry demanded.



“Tidying up, of course,” Severus said gravely. “You seem to be in no condition to do so.”



“Now?” Harry demanded. His entire body was aching with untold frustration. His member was throbbing violently underneath him. “Tidying up – now?? Are you mad?”



Severus pointed his wand at Harry\'s wrecked shirt, and uttered a spell that restored it to its original condition.



“My mental health is in very good shape, thank you for caring, Mr. Potter,” Severus said sardonically. “However ... fun... mess may be in the throes of passion, I like to tidy up when I am done for the night.”



“Done???” Harry shouted. “What do you mean, done!?”



Severus shook his head with feigned regret, and finished folding Harry\'s clothing on the chair. He then picked up Harry\'s wand from the floor and placed it on the night stand, entirely out of his reach.



“What I mean is, Mr. Potter, that I am about to call it a night. Sweet dreams.”



“You can\'t leave me like this!” Harry growled and struggled in his chains violently. “Release me, then!”



Severus gazed at him serenely. “I think not. Besides, I am just granting your requests. You wanted to be bound... and, at one point, you wanted to be left alone. You are getting both wishes met.”



“No!” Harry protested, enraged at his own helplessness, and Snape\'s tranquil cruelty. “Release me, damn it! I mean it!”



“I am sure you do,” Severus said soothingly, in a mocking way. “And I will.. come morning.”



Harry buried his face in the bed. His body was a heaving mass of frustration and helpless agony. “Why would you do this to me?” he asked, with not a small measure of accusation in his voice.



“Because I can,” Severus informed him bluntly. “And because your pleasure is secondary to mine.”



Severus strode out of the room quickly, shutting the door behind him when he left.