Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

//blah, blah, blah // - denotes thoughts

Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else.

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Totem

Chapter 2

Harry awoke in the dark with only a dim firelight bouncing around the room. He felt relatively rested. He sat up this time without pain or confusion although a sudden chill run down his spine. Should he stay here in Snape’s study or make his way back to the infirmary? He didn’t like the idea of venturing out into the empty hallways. It may be summer but the castle was always cool and damp with unexpected surprises. Snape’s study was safer he was unsure if he could handle any little surprises that waited for him beyond that door. Either way, he desperately needed to pee. He stood wrapping his arms around himself and stumbled through the room. There was a doorway behind the desk leading to the professor’s private quarters. He’d never had the privilege of seeing Snape’s rooms beyond this study. Taking a deep breath he stepped through. It was dark, or rather completely black, a side effect of living in a dungeon. He let go of his shivering body and reached out with his hands to felt for obstacles. How the hell did that man move around in here at night? “Ou!” Harry bellowed as his toe slammed into something heavy and wooden. He whirled around only to ram his hand painfully into something else. “Fuck! ….Shit!” He hollered stumbling in the dark hitting one object after another until he landed on something soft and forgiving. He took a deep breath and waited out thin. in.

“If you’re quite finished using me as a pillow Mr. Potter? Illabre Luminos!”

Small candles along the walls lit up revealing that Harry had not only landed in Snape’s bed but directly across the man’s lap.

“Erm…sorry. Couldn’t see in all the darkness.” Looking up at the larthanthan life scowling face he was suddenly 13 again. He carefully removed himself from Snape’s terrible comfortable lap.

“It’s called magic Mr. Potter. Pes its it’s time you learned to use it? Why are you up anyway?”

“Oh, I just need to, um, relieve myself?”

Snape glowered at the flushed boy kneeling on his bed. He raised a slender finger and pointed to a door right next to where Harry had entered. Harry looked to the door and then to Snape. The man was lying there in only his boxers. Snape’s chest was smooth and thick with beautiful hints of muscle definition. Powerful legs extended out from a pair of white and green plaid boxers, which were conspicuously coming to a point over his hips. Harry was amused with the sight of his feared position’s master beside him on a bed nearly naked and obviously aroused. As he stood up, Harry gave the man an overt once over settling his eyes on the stressed article of clothing. “Very nice,” he hissed cocking a brow as he turned to the indicated direction.

Snape felt himself flush from anger just as much as embarrassment. “Not only are you still an infuriating little brat, you are also a complete cad!” barked Snape as he pulled up a blanket and turned over. God what was this world coming to? He shook under the blanket now shielding him from Harry’s lurid gaze. It was bad enough to being groped in the dark but when the boy had looked at him…his blood had pumped all the more furiously to fill his cock. // It has nothing to do with him. I’ve gone too long with out someone to share my bed, that’s all. Infuriating boy! //

Harry let forth a river into the toilet moaning in relief. His jaw was beginning to shake and chatter. He wished he were back near the fire. // It’s so cold in here and that damn tiredness is returning. // He looked around and found an enormous tub on huge lion’s claw feet. It would easily fit 2, 3, maybe 4 people. // God, a hot bath sounds so good. // Harry yelled through the door, “Professor? Mind if I take a soak?”

“Oh bloody hell, it’s friggin midnight?!?!”

“What? It’s not like you have to teach class in the morning or anything? You can stay up past cure few ynow.now.” Harry felt sweat forming on his brow and he was getting impatient with Snape’s bitchyness. He wasn’t asking for the world just a fucking bath. His body ached for the liquid warmth

“I AM trying to sleep Potter, do you mind?”

“Well it’s not like I’m asking you to come in here and WATCH me.” Harry yelled out. His arms were getting heavy and why was is so damn cold in the shit hole of a bathroom? //Fuck. // He swiped at the sweat on his forehead with a shaking hand trying pushing the wetness away from his eyes.

The thought of watching Harry take bath made Snape’s his body groan. Fine if the boy stayed in there then he could take care of his situation out here in privacy.

“Oh…very well just try not to make any noise.” He flicked his wand and the room went dark save the crack of light coming from under the lavatory door.

“THANK you.” Harry turned on the hot water. He thought about jumping in clothes and all but optet tot to. He slid his bare body into the hot, hot water and sighed. //Ah…Warmth at last. Oh, hot water is THE most wonderful thing, well right after good scotch. Wonder if I can get Snape to bring me a sniff? Unh…better not to ask. // Harry sank down until the water came up to his chin.

Snape drug his hand up and down his aroused cock while the water was running. He carefully stroked and teased praying he’d get done before the bath filled. He was none too sure how much Harry would be able to hear once the water turned off. Oh the boy was star to to drive him crazy. Boy? Well, compared to Snape Harry was a boy. As his hand skillfully drew him closer to completion, he thought about other students who sometimes came back after they finished school. They would casually arrange to meet him for a drink in Hogsmead or invite him by if he was ever London. Snape knew their ulterior motives. Those meetings, when he allowed them, ended in a good, hard shag. Who was he to deny them their fantasies about finally fucking the cold-hearted terror of Hogwarts? Besides, it was hard to find suitable partners when you’re a double agent and a reputed death eater. They weren’t the only ones looking for sexual release. The feel of Harry’s eyes roaming appreciatively oves bos body returned to him spiking his blood a little hotter. // Oooooh yes. // Harry couldn’t be one of those students. This is not why he was here. If it was, it would be so much simpler to satisfy some morbid sexual curiosity left over from school than to play this little dance. Snape’s body tensed just before the beautiful release flowed out over his extremities. “Cleansiculla,” he whispered to clean himself as his eyes drooped and he drifted easily to sleep.

***

Snape woke with a start. Something felt off. He lit the room. The clock was almost at two. Stealing into the study he expected to see Potter asleep on the couch but it was empty. Returning he found the door to the lavatory still closed with the light seeping out below. No sounds co fro from inside. He knocked. “Potter?” No answer. “I’m coming in Potter.” Harry was neck deep in water. He looked frighteningly like a corpse. “Harry?” Snape reached down to touch the boy. The water was cold and Harry was too. “Shit…HARRY!” He jerked the body up out of the tub of cold water. Harry shook as air hit wet skin. He moaned as Snape gathered him up. //Thank god. // Snape hauled the shivering, naked man to his bed. //Poppy is going to murder me. // He covered Harry with heavy blankets and blazoned a fire then slid into the covers with him. His arms wrapped around the wet, chattering, convulsing Harry.

“.. cccc old….”

“Idiot.” Snape said out loud, referring more to himself for letting Harry fall asleep in the tub than for Harry actually doing it.

“ ssavve m m muh ….. “

“What?”

“He’sss… af ter mmme, ….. always afff..tttter me…can’t f f f fiieeeght …..”

Snape held the shivering, naked body to himself, “It’s alright he’s not going to get you. I have you”

Harry seamed to relax. “y y y you have… me.”

***

He was running, blood pumping in his ears, vegetation slicing against his arms as he dove through the woods. Faster. You’re not going to make it. He could hear the sounds of people fighting in the distance, screams filling the night air. I have to MAKE IT! He broke into a ringring brandishing his wand.

Harry awoke. No, don’t think about it! He pushed away the painful vision of his dream. I want this all to be over. He sank his face down into the pillow. Maybe he could smother himself, then it would be over. He took a deep breath. That smell. He drew more the sweet scent into his lungs. Snape. //Oh god Snape. // Harry’s heart ached. //Do you have any idea how I feel? What I need from you? // He wished with all his might that the man would appear beside him. // Then what? Tell him that you want him? That he’s the only link you have to to life and that you want him to save you? He’ll laugh himself to death. //

“How do you feel?”

Harry jumped at the sound of Snape’s voice. He slowly sat up keeping the sheets wrapped around him. His clothing was neatly folded on a chair beside the bed where Snape stood fully dressed. “Tired,” realizing that he was naked and in Snape’s bed Harry blushed. “What happened?”

“According to Madame Pompfrey I nearly let you die of hypothermia. Which is highly unlikely since the water was in no way near freezing. Why it is my fault that you fell asleep in the tub in the first place is beyond me.” He coldly handed Harry a potion to drink.

//He looks even worse today. // Harry had had a restless sleep. He had cried out and flailed against Snape’s hold all night. Something was buried deep inside the young man, and he was desperate to hide it. “He’ll talk when he’s ready Severus.” Dumbledore had appeared in the fire early that morning to check on Harry. Snape related the night’s events. “He’s obviously chosen who he will talk to. He needs time and care.” Snape could give Harry all the time he wanted but care? If the boy was really here for his help, what help could he be? // I’ve already taught him all the magic and potions I know. What else can I give him? //

Harry tossed back the potion appreciative of the good amount of cherry flavoring. Snape was turning to leave. // Should I get dressed and go, too? //

Snape stopped in the doorway as if he had heard Harry’s thoughts. “Stay,” he said softly, “if it suits you.” Then he was gone.

It was completely silent in Snape’s quarters. His limbs were aching again. He held himself as the shaking began anew. // I’m supposed to be getting better not worse. // He slid down into the comfort of the larget bet bed. Snape’s bed. He had the vague memory of strong secure arms wrapping around his body. He wished they were there now. //Maybe a little more sleep. Then I’ll be fine, just fine. //

Snape spent the whole day trying not to think about the previous night. At odd moments he would recall Harry’s pained voice crying out, the weight of a man’s body in his arms, or the feel of smooth skin against his own. It had been along time since he had someone in his bed. //You are supposed to take care of him not use him to fulfill you own lecherous needs! // He wouldn’t be thinking this way if Harry hadn’t made his little snide remark last night. // Is that all it takes now? One little backhanded comment and I’m ready to jump him? Has this feeling, this temptation been here all the time? Does he know? No, he’s just ill, he doesn’t mean any of it. // Snape had a lifetime of practice denying sexual tensions. He could deny thins one, too.

***

As he entered his study he found the house elves clearing out undisturbed breakfast and lunch trays and replacing them with dinner trays. He looked into the bedroom to see Harry sleeping. It was becoming a too familiar sight. Snape sighed and removed his robes and his shoes. He grabbed a chocolate frog from the dinner tray and crept onto the bed next to Harry. “Potter,” he spoke sharply as he lifted the man up. Harry groaned and stirred. “You have to eat something. Come on wake up.” Snape pulled Harry into a sitting position cradling him in his lap with one arm wrapped around his shoulders for support.

Harry’s eyes flickered open. There was that safe, secure feeling again. If only he could feel that all the time. Something was being pressed to his lips. He opened his mouth instinctively and let the little piece of chocolate slip inside. It melted nicely on his tongue and soon there was another and another. He was beginning to feel better, but he pushed away the next piece choosing instead to snuggle drowsily against the large expanse of chest. He wrapped his arm around the warm body. “You feel good…”he murmured and squeezed his arms tight.

//Oh good god, is he delirious? // Snape let Harry tangle himself around him. He sighed and petted the man’s hair giving in to being a human pillow at least for now. It was oddly satisfying to have the savoir of the wizarding world wrapped around one’s body. He pulled Harry close. The man shifted and sighed. ‘Potter, are you awake?”

“Just.” Harry didn’t want to be awake but he didn’t want to miss a minute of this feeling either.

“Will you tell me what’s going on?” There was an eternity of silence.

“I …I can’t. Not yet.” // I don’t want to think about it. // “ It hurts. When I think about it, it hurts.” // I prefer to think about strong arms and black hair, about the sharp smell of sulfur and lavender mixed with burning pine and fine scotch, about the fingers trailing through my hair, and I like to think about kissing you. Oh, how want to kiss you. // Harry felt the sting of tears trying to escape. He buried his face in the crook of his former potion master’s neck.

Snape heard a plaintive ‘please’ in his ear. // Please what? Please help me? Please let me go? Please screw me until dawn?// There were so many options. He sat still holding onto Harry. “What do you want, Harry?”

//What do I want? A home, a life, someone to love and love me back. I want your hands touching my body, stealing to all those secret places they’ve never been.// Too weary to keep him gua guarded from these desires he gave himself over to them. //I want to taste your lips, feel the heft of you swollen cock in my fist as I suck you down. //

Warm, heavy breath ghosted over the juncture of Snape’s neck and jaw right behind his ear. Lips whispered softly there against his skin. He closed his eyes feeling the unbelievable excitement as Harry kissed slowly along his jaw line. His skin raised in good bumps as the mouth rounded his chin and then grasped his lips. Sweet was all he could think as a soft wet tongue filled his pliant mouth. Harry pushed him down, kissing him, feeling all around inside him. He moaned into Harry’s urgent, needy quest. It was so hot and right now all he wanted was more. Snape gripped Harry and effortlessly rolled him onto his back. He took control of their kiss.

“Yes…” Harry begged as the older more experienced man took over, “this is exactly what I want.” Snape’s hands trailed up and down Harry’s sides as their mouths wrestled and chests heaved against on another. He took Harry’s arms and urged them to rest above his head then slid his hands languidly back down them to attend to Harry’s chest. Harry groaned at the gratuitous touching. Snape alternated kissing Harry’s wanton mouth with tastes of his neck and throat as his fingers toyed with delicately hardened nipples. It was like no heaven Harry had ever known. Snape was a masterful lover following every unvoiced desire and need of Harry’s body. One of those powerful legs begged to slide between Harry’s. Besotted with carnal delights Harry spread himself open and let the intoxicating pressure of Snape’s thigh stroke the core of his need. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, “don’t ever stop.” He rode the leg pressed up against him and groped the body on top of him. Harry’s hands came down and slid into Snape’s pants. //Naked, I want you naked. // “Vanichiccio!” Harry muttered.

Snape felt the sudden heat of skin on skin. He was free from the trappings of his shirt and pants. He kissed Harry deep and hard. His large, erect cock contended directly with Harry’s as he thrust and pushed against he younger man sending shivers through them both. Making his way down Harry’s lithe body, he recognized the pale scars of Voldemorts torture. Those same marks decorate his flesh, too. Here was the only other living person who truly understood the pain that evil monster inflicted. The connection of pain and endurance heightened his desire to touch Harry. He licked and kissed the marks making love to each of them until he arrived at Harry’s swollen weeping cock.

//He drinks my skin like he drinks his scotch with careful, slow pleasure, savoring each drop in his mouth before devouring it. // “Unghhhhh!!!” Harry’s body jolted as a thick wet tongue swirled around his throbbing shaft. Strong hands massaged his inner thighs as the active tongue investigated his sensitive organs. Snape took to sucking on the tiny bit of flesh connecting the base of Harry’s cock and his balls. Harry whimpered and moaned arching off the bed to relieve some of the decadent pleasure. To no avail, Snape held him securely in his grasp. Harry surrendered, tossing his head back whining and panting with exquisite agony.

Snape felt Harry tremble uncontrollably beneath him. His body ached to feel Harry from within. How hard would this young body shake then? What music would he hear from the boy’s lips as his swollen cock penetrated to the deepest seat of his pleasure? He eagerly swallowed Harry’s engorged manhood and slipped an urgent, slick finger into Harry’s body. A great cry filled the room as Snape delved deep and sucked on Harry. The already tight walls around his thrusting finger constricted. He pushed harder, deeper and faster. Fingers tangled tightly in his hair and slender hips jutted up trying to push the cock further into his mouth. He roughly added another finger slightly subduing the active body in his grasp. His mouth was drawing tightly on the pulsing shaft. No intelligible sound came from above him, just simple gasps and groans with an odd word here or there something like, yes, no, more, please, please, please, too good. There were three fingers fiercely plowing through the boy’s tightened chasm now. Snape could hardly stand it. His need was increasing and Harry was absolutely delicious. He felt the impending climax rolling up from Harry’s stiffening body. // Just in time. // He pulled off his mouth and caught the torrents of milky essence in his hands. He quickly spread it over his plaintive shaft and thrust into Harry before the man could finish his climax.

It was perfect. The best fuck he had ever had in his life. Before he could come down Snape was plunging into him. Beautiful. Hard. Fierce. Snape was so strong and wonderfully fast. Liquid was still spilling over his stomach from his stiff rod as Snape dove wildly into his body. Harry had to put his hands up against the headboard to keep his head from being smashed into it. He wrapped his legs around the powerful man and concentrated on clamping himself tightly around the invading body. He had to feel every inch of the sweet violation. Harry panted and grunted nearly loosing control as Snape redoubled his efforts to completely fill Harry and began rapidly pummeling his precious prostate.

Snape was dripping in sweat. //God, the boy can FUCK! // The tight ass became tighter gripping him firmly causing a blessed fiction that would no doubt send him screaming over the edge of insanity in the next moment or two. He took in air in great groaning gasps. //oh god, oh god faster fasterfasterfasterfaster ohyes ohyes ohyes yesyesyes oh oh! // “Harrrrry,” he growled, “ oh fuck Harry ooooh ARRGGHHH!” Snape went rigid filling Harry with his seed.

Harry’s unattended cock came again sending another river of white liquid across his chest. He reached up for Snape and pulled him down to him. He kissed Snape’s wet salty head and wallowed in the feel of the heavy, sated body covering his. He cradled the large body in his arms and legs feeling the heave of lungs still gasping for air. The lazy reverie of completion was washing over them

Snape came to himself opening his eyes to catch Harry’s blissful smile. He kissed Harry’s lips. “Incredible…” he murmured.

Harry deepened the kiss already wanting more. There was new stirring growing in him. No, please, let me have him a little while longer. Just like this, just to hold him and to kiss him. But the need grew stronger demanding to be fed forcing it’s way forth. Harry’s hands dug hungrily at Snape’s body his breathing became fast and frantic. He rolled the man onto his back sucking veraciously at his mouth.

Snape broke free of the maddening kiss. “Harry?” The wild, harsh eyes had taken the place of the lost, tired ones. Harry looked like an animal about to devour its prey.

“Close your eyes.” Harry hissed. His breathing was loud and ragged. His body was pulsating and bursting with energy. He wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer.

Snape closed his eyes and felt Harry fall on him running his hands and mouth over the length of his body, grasping and roughly touching him everywhere. It was painfully erotic.

“SSShhhouahhhhhhh,”

The unfamiliar sound and the hot breath sent a chill down Snape’s spine. He felt sudy hey heavy and immovable. Harry’s hands continued stroking his flesh causing the fine hairs to prickle all over making him shudder.

“Eeeeessshhhhuuuuhhhhaaaaa rrrrieeeeee…”

Snape moaned, feeling Harry slither over him; his strange hissing words clinging to his skin.

“Hhhhasuuuuuuassssshhhhhiiiiii esuuuarrrrrrrrhiiiiiii”

Every thing was muffled and distant. Harry’s tongue danced over his rejuvenated arousal before sucking gingerly at the tip. Snape cried out as he felt sharp teeth nip the end. //\\What is he doing? // He felt another bite on his hip and another just below his left nipple then a deep bite on his neck. Harry was over him again kissing him. He could taste his cum and blood in Harry’s mouth.

“Shhheeeeahhhhhhhuuuussseraaaashiiiiha”

Snape opened his eyes. A strange beautiful face peered down at him. It was Harry’s and yet it wasn’t. When their eye’s met Snape was transfixed. Harry’s eyes glowed like the embers of a fire and they dug deep into Snape capturing his very soul. Reassuring hands brushed Snipes cheeks and pushed back the wet, matted hair.

“Heeeesss shuuuur ahhh heessss.”

The words were still unfamiliar but he felt the urge to respond. “I’m not afraid,” Snape answered. Harry smiled down at him and bent to kiss him. The fire of those eyes seemed to shoot down Snape’s throat and engulf him. Harry’s flesh stroked slowly and seductively against Snape’s. He felt like he was going to explode with anticipation.

“soooohassshe eeesss soooo onnnnnissshaaaaahhhhh,” Harry’s mouth hissed.

Snape found he was able to obey the mysterious request and got up on his knees and turning to face the headboard. He felt Harry’s tongue snake slowly down the length of his spine. //Oh, oh this is oh… there are no words for that. // He bent forward and lifted his bottom up giving Harry access to him. He shivered as a lithe tongue flickered over the tight muscle and then wiggled inside him. Snape grabbed at the bed sheets as Harry’s hands spread him open and his mouth suckled the tight, hot hole. He gasped as he rode Harry’s tongue until it left his entrance to bath his testicles.

“Wooorrshhhheeee ahhhh hhhaaassss, Ooosheessshahhhaaa.”

The air filled with an electric charge. Harry’s hands stroked Snape’s cock making him groan. Snape was weeping, bowing his head down to the bed, his hands tearing at the sheets, lifting his ass higher. What was Harry doing, why did this feel so incredible?

“Hwassssiiiisss?”

“Yes,” Snape whispered.

“Whhhuushissssss?”

“Yes,” he urged.

“Sshuuuuiiiiisssssss haaaachhhh?”

“Please,” Snape begged

Snape gripped the bed as Harry’s unyielding cock breached his entrance. Harry was inside him. // oh yes, inside me… oh yes, yes, take me. // Snape’s mind drifted in ecstasy.

“Shuuurisss siis wwwahaha hooorrisss.”

It was if a deep primal knowledge had awakened in him. “My blood for your blood… ahhhh! My power for your power…” Snape choked out.

“shuurrrissssah uuuuuddddahhh isshhhhhh”

The air grew dense and heavy as Harry spoke his incantation. It weighed Snape down drowned him in pleasure, induced him to continue. Snape wondered if he looked back would he see Harry or a giant coiling snake pushing itself inside him.

“My, ahhh, life for y-y-y-your life!”

Harry was heaving in and out of him with such incredible solidity it was hard to breathe much less speak.

“yyyeessssishshsh ishhheshh aaahhhhhh”

“ungh, my- my heart for your HEART!” He buried his face in the pillows. He shouldn’t come yet, not yet! He panted and quietly begged for the ritual to be over. He needed to be satisfied to be released from this maddening pleasure. //Oh god Harry! //

Harry’s deep rich voice filled the room and exploded in Snape’s head.
“EEESSSSH AAAAWWWWHHH OOOOUIIISSSHAAAAH HAAAA ISSSHAAAA!”

“Yours forever! AAAHHHHH”

Snape screamed as power ripped through him, consuming him. Harry thrust forth raging hard into Snape’s body. Snape gave himself over to the light engulfing them moaning as it swirled around binding them together and exploding into their bodies.

He felt weightless. He looked down at his form: a glowing golden light, his body merely an image in that light. Something was moving towards him. Another glowing form touched where his face should be sending a sensation of joy around him. Harry? The delicate shape danced around him twirling, mingling their golden lights together sending him wave after wave of indescribable emotion. He felt them melding together, the vague sight of hand joining hand, arm joining arm and something like lips meeting his.

Harry fell forward knocking them down against the bed. The room was eerily still as the two spent forms lay next to each other.

//Oh god it’s over. // Harry felt relieved, complete. He opened his eyes. “Severus?” he whispered. The body before him shuddered. “Are you alright?” He touched the heaving back. Concern grew in his heart. He should have warned him, should have told him he was casting a spell but it welled up so suddenly like it had a mind of it’s own. He moved closer kissing between the shoulder blades and embracing the other man. Fingers slowly entwined with his and one weak word, ‘fine’, came from curled body. Thankful that the wizard lying in his arms did not reject him, Harry let them rest. He could explain it all later.

***TBC***