A Man Cannot Control His Dreams
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
59,058
Reviews:
275
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: I understand that many people want longer chapters... but each one is 1000 to 1100 words. I could make them 1500 words long, but then they would just take longer to get up. However, finals just ended, (and i'm recovering from my cold) which means christmas break and lots of time for fic writing!
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Severus felt a bit like a teenager again – hiding illicit behavior from the headmaster. Of course, the stakes were a bit higher in this instance. His youthful crimes of filching potions supplies (and even his first dallyings with the rising ranks of Deatheaters) paled in comparison to his current transgressions under the Headmaster’s nose.
Harry twisted his head and looked back up at him, barely focusing. The boy’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, his face flushed and unguarded. Severus tightened his grip and, narrowing his eyes, met the look with as harsh a stare as he could muster. If Potter was unaware of the situation (which was highly likely: Severus recalled his own encounters with the Exsensus spell as entirely tactile experiences – nothing of sight, sound or situation having even penetrated his awareness), then Severus would have to pray that the boy’s faculties were not so impaired that he would be unable to respond to such a look with obedience.
“Hmmm,” Albus sighed, sounding mercifully fed up with the lack of response to his calls. “Very well then.” Severus heard a few whispered incantations and then, he could hardly believe his good fortune, footsteps approaching the door. He held his breath, forcing Potter to do the same, as the footsteps paused, shuffled, and then echoed out the door, to be punctuated with the whoosh – thunk of it swinging closed.
In silence, a beat passed, then two, before Severus let out his breath and released Harry from his grip. The Gryffindor stumbled as Snape pushed passed him. Immediately sealing the door, Severus doled out at least four more defensive charms than were strictly necessary, then, offhandedly, two more. That would not happen again while he still breathed.
“Merlin help me,” Snape muttered to himself as he completed the precautions that should, for obvious reasons, have been taken before he’d begun. “I’m losing my touch.” An incongruous scrap of white paper on his desk caught his eye, and he snatched it up. A note from Dumbledore.
Severus,
Please meet me in my office at your earliest convenience.
- AD
Cordial enough. Nothing written lent itself to interpretation otherwise. He gave a sigh of relief. But the sound was not long-lived. For, before it had been fully exhaled, Severus sucked it back in surprise. Young hands slid around his waist and into his un-tucked shirt, gripping the cloth from the inside, just as a hot body pressed against his back.
“Professor,” Harry murmured, almost slurring his words beyond recognition. “You can’t leave me like this.”
Severus disengaged the hands and turned. Yes, that would be too cruel. To be left under the sway of Exsensus Beneplaceo, alone and untouched, would be torturous. Was torturous, as Severus was privy to know. And, of course, the adrenaline rush caused by their near-discovery had done nothing to diminish his own arousal.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Potter,” Severus replied, and slid a hand behind Harry’s neck. The Gryffindor’s knees nearly gave way at the contact, and Severus hummed in approval, letting Dumbledore and his penchant for interference fall away from his mind. The Exsensus was exceptionally well developed. Perhaps something about the over-stimulation followed abruptly by total denial had effected the spell’s progression somehow. An interesting thought, but not one particularly engaging when Potter’s hands were clutching his shirtfront in desperation and pulling him down.
The kiss was eager and fervent, and Severus forced it to slow, banking it back from roaring fire to smoldering coals – all the hotter for their restraint. And then Potter’s legs did give way, and Severus caught him again.
“Bed,” the boy panted against his neck. “Please, please just – “ Harry almost finished: ‘just make it stop,’ but then, he didn’t really mean that. He didn’t want it to stop, he wanted it to finish, and Severus hardly needed to read Harry’s mind to see such things.
“By all means.”
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The smooth sheets of Severus’ bed felt deliciously like sandpaper against Harry’s bare chest. And Severus’ grip at the base of his cock (consequently, the only thing keeping him from coming immediately) was like a steel band. He sobbed nonsense, clutching the headboard with one hand, the other fisted against his mouth, as Severus doled out a particularly brutal thrust. Even that small pain – his teeth digging into his knuckles – was magnified and twisted beyond reason.
Severus gripped the willing body beneath him without mercy. It was more of an experiment now than anything else, his restriction of the Gryffindor’s orgasm. For a body under the sway of the Exsensus, it had been longer than eternity, and the quiveringly-taut curve of Potter’s spine projected that most artistically. However, as Severus felt his own peak threatening, he abandoned the experiment and took pity on the overwrought boy, relaxing the tight ring of his fist. One more thrust, two, and Severus’ release rushed through him, just as Potter gave one final, drawn-out wail, and jerked still as stone.
Time stopped as Harry’s orgasm finally struck. His tunneled vision closed to total darkness at last, and, as the Exsensus lifted, numbness cooled him. Relief, at last, and the sweet obscurity of oblivion.
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Severus rested his head between Harry’s shoulder blades for a moment, recovering. The boy had completely lost consciousness. His every muscle flexed and tensed one moment, loose as a length of string the next. Severus pulled out with a grunt and rolled off to the side and, though feeling the vague lapping of sleep at his mind as well, resisted. He could not afford the luxury. After all, he had a meeting to attend “at his earliest convenience,” which meant, of course, as soon as humanly possible, convenient or not. And he’d already disobeyed that order by at least an hour. Mulling over that fact, Severus realized he’d lost the greater part of his evening. Not unpleasantly, of course, but wasted nonetheless. He stretched languidly on the bed, his back and shoulders popping, before giving the unconscious Potter a parting look, and getting up.
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Once clean and redressed in full robes, Severus applied the same attention to the unconscious Gryffindor. In a few moments the boy was reasonably presentable (or at least inconspicuous), and Severus draped him with the invisibility cloak. A simple levitation spell got him most stealthily to the library, where Severus whisked off the cloak and set Harry artfully in an armchair, insuring he would be found not long after curfew. This task complete, he set his course to the headmaster’s office.
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Severus felt a bit like a teenager again – hiding illicit behavior from the headmaster. Of course, the stakes were a bit higher in this instance. His youthful crimes of filching potions supplies (and even his first dallyings with the rising ranks of Deatheaters) paled in comparison to his current transgressions under the Headmaster’s nose.
Harry twisted his head and looked back up at him, barely focusing. The boy’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, his face flushed and unguarded. Severus tightened his grip and, narrowing his eyes, met the look with as harsh a stare as he could muster. If Potter was unaware of the situation (which was highly likely: Severus recalled his own encounters with the Exsensus spell as entirely tactile experiences – nothing of sight, sound or situation having even penetrated his awareness), then Severus would have to pray that the boy’s faculties were not so impaired that he would be unable to respond to such a look with obedience.
“Hmmm,” Albus sighed, sounding mercifully fed up with the lack of response to his calls. “Very well then.” Severus heard a few whispered incantations and then, he could hardly believe his good fortune, footsteps approaching the door. He held his breath, forcing Potter to do the same, as the footsteps paused, shuffled, and then echoed out the door, to be punctuated with the whoosh – thunk of it swinging closed.
In silence, a beat passed, then two, before Severus let out his breath and released Harry from his grip. The Gryffindor stumbled as Snape pushed passed him. Immediately sealing the door, Severus doled out at least four more defensive charms than were strictly necessary, then, offhandedly, two more. That would not happen again while he still breathed.
“Merlin help me,” Snape muttered to himself as he completed the precautions that should, for obvious reasons, have been taken before he’d begun. “I’m losing my touch.” An incongruous scrap of white paper on his desk caught his eye, and he snatched it up. A note from Dumbledore.
Severus,
Please meet me in my office at your earliest convenience.
- AD
Cordial enough. Nothing written lent itself to interpretation otherwise. He gave a sigh of relief. But the sound was not long-lived. For, before it had been fully exhaled, Severus sucked it back in surprise. Young hands slid around his waist and into his un-tucked shirt, gripping the cloth from the inside, just as a hot body pressed against his back.
“Professor,” Harry murmured, almost slurring his words beyond recognition. “You can’t leave me like this.”
Severus disengaged the hands and turned. Yes, that would be too cruel. To be left under the sway of Exsensus Beneplaceo, alone and untouched, would be torturous. Was torturous, as Severus was privy to know. And, of course, the adrenaline rush caused by their near-discovery had done nothing to diminish his own arousal.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Potter,” Severus replied, and slid a hand behind Harry’s neck. The Gryffindor’s knees nearly gave way at the contact, and Severus hummed in approval, letting Dumbledore and his penchant for interference fall away from his mind. The Exsensus was exceptionally well developed. Perhaps something about the over-stimulation followed abruptly by total denial had effected the spell’s progression somehow. An interesting thought, but not one particularly engaging when Potter’s hands were clutching his shirtfront in desperation and pulling him down.
The kiss was eager and fervent, and Severus forced it to slow, banking it back from roaring fire to smoldering coals – all the hotter for their restraint. And then Potter’s legs did give way, and Severus caught him again.
“Bed,” the boy panted against his neck. “Please, please just – “ Harry almost finished: ‘just make it stop,’ but then, he didn’t really mean that. He didn’t want it to stop, he wanted it to finish, and Severus hardly needed to read Harry’s mind to see such things.
“By all means.”
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The smooth sheets of Severus’ bed felt deliciously like sandpaper against Harry’s bare chest. And Severus’ grip at the base of his cock (consequently, the only thing keeping him from coming immediately) was like a steel band. He sobbed nonsense, clutching the headboard with one hand, the other fisted against his mouth, as Severus doled out a particularly brutal thrust. Even that small pain – his teeth digging into his knuckles – was magnified and twisted beyond reason.
Severus gripped the willing body beneath him without mercy. It was more of an experiment now than anything else, his restriction of the Gryffindor’s orgasm. For a body under the sway of the Exsensus, it had been longer than eternity, and the quiveringly-taut curve of Potter’s spine projected that most artistically. However, as Severus felt his own peak threatening, he abandoned the experiment and took pity on the overwrought boy, relaxing the tight ring of his fist. One more thrust, two, and Severus’ release rushed through him, just as Potter gave one final, drawn-out wail, and jerked still as stone.
Time stopped as Harry’s orgasm finally struck. His tunneled vision closed to total darkness at last, and, as the Exsensus lifted, numbness cooled him. Relief, at last, and the sweet obscurity of oblivion.
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Severus rested his head between Harry’s shoulder blades for a moment, recovering. The boy had completely lost consciousness. His every muscle flexed and tensed one moment, loose as a length of string the next. Severus pulled out with a grunt and rolled off to the side and, though feeling the vague lapping of sleep at his mind as well, resisted. He could not afford the luxury. After all, he had a meeting to attend “at his earliest convenience,” which meant, of course, as soon as humanly possible, convenient or not. And he’d already disobeyed that order by at least an hour. Mulling over that fact, Severus realized he’d lost the greater part of his evening. Not unpleasantly, of course, but wasted nonetheless. He stretched languidly on the bed, his back and shoulders popping, before giving the unconscious Potter a parting look, and getting up.
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Once clean and redressed in full robes, Severus applied the same attention to the unconscious Gryffindor. In a few moments the boy was reasonably presentable (or at least inconspicuous), and Severus draped him with the invisibility cloak. A simple levitation spell got him most stealthily to the library, where Severus whisked off the cloak and set Harry artfully in an armchair, insuring he would be found not long after curfew. This task complete, he set his course to the headmaster’s office.
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