Night Desires

Fic: Night Desires

Rating: NC-17

Warnings:Sexual situations, Language, Rimming.

Summery: A dream, or not?













"Potter?"



Harry groaned softly as he heard his name called, and his eyes fluttered open for a second, before he groaned again and closed his eyes.



"O'h no you don't! Open your eyes, Boy Wonder of the wizardry world!" Came the commanding voice of the Potions Master, and Harry responded to that command automatically.



Harry opened his eyes, and looked up into the dour face of Severus Snape, and Harry let out another heartfelt groan.



"That is better. When you would not awaken at first, I feared I would be accused of finally killing you." The Potions Master grumbled out, as he roughly grabbed the prone man's chin with long fingers. Forcing the school's newest teacher's head back, Snape bent close to the other man to peer into his eyes.



Harry's eyes widen in alarm, as his least favorite ex-professor leaned closer and closer to his face. The Dark Arts Professor's eyes finally crossed in a almost comical way, when Snape was mere inches away from his face.



Severus Snape peered in concern at his ex-student's actions, and arched an eyebrow in inquiry. "Did you hit your head? You are acting strange, even for you." Snape asked in a soft voice.



Harry sputtered in annoyance, as he tried shoving the man away, and Snape chuckled softly. "Nope, you are your normal self!" Snape said, as he leaned back up.



"However, I would like to know, why I found you sprawled across your floor?" The Potions Master asked, as he settled his hands in his lap.



Harry stared in confusion at the dark haired man, it was just then that Harry had noticed how Snape was dressed.



Snape was in perfectly pressed robes, black as usual, with a soft silvery trim that brought out his eyes. The white shirt that barely peeked out at the cuffs and collar, highlighted the man's pale complexion.



The long raven locks that Snape had allowed to grow after the final war,seemed to surround the man like a living cloud of silk, and was perfectly groomed.



Harry's breath hitched in surprise, he was so sure that the man he had been in bed with, was none other than Severus Snape. But, knowing he had left the man's bed just a short while before, Harry knew there was no way Snape could have dressed in such a short time.



Harry Potter was confused!!



Snape watched as the smaller man stared at him in an alarming way, and as Potter turned more and more red, The Potions Master became concerned.



Grabbing Potter by his shoulders, Snape shook the man to gain his attention once again. "Potter! What's the matter? BREATH!" Snape snapped out.



Harry gasped out the breath, that he had not realize he had been holding.

"Who....I....you....last.night...I AM SO DEAD!"Harry screamed out in near hysterics.



Snape released the smaller man, and sat back stunned.



"Potter, is there something you wish to tell me about last night?" Severus Snape asked softly, his normal tone forgotten for the moment.







Harry nervously played with the hem of his robes, as he recounted what he remembered about the night before.



"I....was drunk on the winter wine,.......I remember heading for my rooms. That is where it gets....confusing." Harry said slowly, as he risked a hesitate peek at the Potions Master.



Snape lifted an eyebrow, he knew Potter had retired from the party a little early, but he did not know that the man had been so inebriated.



"What do you mean "confusing"?" Snape asked, as he listened intently.



Harry looked about the room, trying to look anywhere but at the man, a reaction that Snape did not miss. "Well, there was something about a...Nymph? I was hugging a Nymph,....I think. Then, someone had moved my rooms." Harry said, blushing at the soft chuckling he heard coming from Snape.



"A nymph, and missing rooms? I see. It was no wonder, you were confused." Snape said softly, trying to hide his chuckling, without much success.



Snape however was growing more concerned, for usually such a bribe at this man, would have Potter foaming at the mouth like an wild boar.



"It's not funny!" Harry growled out softly, without much bite before Snape could ask the prickly teacher to continue.



"Anyway! If you are through, I will finish my pitiful story!" Harry murmured out, sporting a delightful pout.



Snape instantly straightened out his composure, even thou he was laughing inside, and trying desperately to hide a smile. It was not everyday, that Harry Potter was so ruffled as he was now.



"Certainly. My apologizes, please continue." Snape asked politely, his voice taking on a falsely sweet tone.



Harry rolled his eyes, the man wasn't fooling him for a moment. "The next thing I know, I was inside what I thought was my rooms. Except the ceiling was painted a different color,......and the bedding was all wrong as well." Harry said, as he shifted his weight on the bed.



Looking down, Harry had just noticed that he was indeed half lying on his bed. "How did I get in my bed? Last I remembered, I had just entered my rooms." Harry asked, as he glared at the Potions Master, as if he were accusing him of something.



Both of Snape's eyebrows shot up at that accusing glare, and he cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable. "What was I to do, when I found you unconscious on the floor? Leave you there?" Snape asked bluntly, returning Potter's glare.



Harry sighed softly, "I am sorry, I have had a rough night." Harry said, then muttered under his breath, "In more than one way!"



"Anyway, as I was saying, the room was different. I crawled to the bed, and undressed myself. Soon, I had fallen asleep.....then...then." Harry stuttered out, as he shivered as if cold.



Snape definitely grew concerned at Potter's reaction, and he leaned towards the younger man, and gently placed a hand on Potter's shoulder. "What happened? You can tell me, I need to hear it." Snape asked softly, his deep voice soothing.



Harry closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut. He feared what this man would think of him. "I awoke to someone...touching me, kissing me. Someone had entered my bed.....unknowingly." Harry said, as he turned embarrassed eyes away from the Potions Master.



When warm fingers touched his chin, and turned his face back towards the dark man, Harry was startled to see that Snape's face was deathly pale.



"Was....was h...was this person's touch...unwelcome?" Snape asked softly, fearing what the younger man's answer would be.



Harry blushed a bright red, that went all the way down his neck, before it disappeared below his robes. "No...it...was...no. I welcomed his touches. It was not a rape that occurred." Harry said so softly, that Snape had difficulty hearing him.



Snape was vastly relieved, he could never had forgiven himself if Potter had considered what had happened....rape.



"Then what is troubling you so?" Snape asked softly, as his thumb caressed Harry's cheek.



"I did not know who he was! I welcomed another into my bed, never seeing his face! I am nothing better than a whore!" Harry cried out vehemently, tears sliding down his face.



Snape sat back in shock, this was not what he was expecting Harry to say to him. This was not the reaction, he was expecting from the younger man.



"You do not know.... who it was?" Snape asked tonelessly, awaiting Harry's answer with dread.



Harry bowed his head, his face flushing a beautiful shade of crimson. "I...saw long raven hair. I saw skin as pale as moonlight, as that man thrust into me again and again. Never have I felt so wanted, or desired. I saw my deepest fantasy come to life."

Harry said passionately, as he raised his emerald colored eyes to the Potions Master.



Snape gulped visibly, never has he heard the younger man speak with such conviction, or passion.



"But, it was not until morning that I saw his face. I saw my most desperate wish come true, and it scared me senseless. I saw you, Snape. You were the culmination of my night desires." Harry said in a whisper.



Snape gazed at Harry in a mixture of relief, and rapture. Then in the next moment, he launched himself at his long time love. Ever since this man had killed the Dark Lord and set him free, Snape had secretly kept is love for Harry locked safely in his heart. However that had changed the moment he had walked into his rooms the night before, and saw a glorious naked Harry Potter sprawled across his bed in nothing but his boots.



Snape could no longer control himself at the vision before him, and had quickly shed his formal robes, before crawling into bed with the younger man. That night had been one of his most memorable nights of his life, and he was glad that Harry returned his feelings.



Releasing Harry's sweet lips, Snape pulled back slightly, and was pleased to see Harry's shocked but flushed face. "I love you. I have loved you for years." Snape said softly, before he gently pushed Harry back against the bed.



"I want to make love to you. Please say that you wish that as well." Snape said, as he slowly nipped along Harry's jawline.



Harry closed his eyes, moaning softly at the pleasurable feelings that were coursing down his body, straight to his groin.



"Yes, please. Take me, take me hard and deeply, as you did last night." Harry purred out, as he reached up to his lover's shoulders.



Snape leaned up, and claimed Harry's mouth with his own, and he could have sworn that he had felt the earth move. Snape gently traced Harry's lower lip with the tip of his tongue, before the man slowly opened to him. Sweetly sliding his tongue deeply into his lover's mouth, Snape tasted every nook and cranny of the younger man's hot haven.



Harry moaned into that claiming kiss, then moaned again when he felt large warm hands slide under his loosely tied robes, and slowly slipped them off of his shoulders.



Snape finally released Harry's lips, when the need to breathe forced them apart. Slipping down Harry's body, Snape latched onto a pale pink nipple that was just begging to be suckled.



"Sn...Severus!" Harry screamed out, as he arched under the Potions Master, and now his lover.



"Ummmm" Snape purred out, as he gently nipped at the now rosy bud. "Something you want?" Snape purred out in a deep voice, knowing how others reacted to it.



When Snape pitched his voice that low, it always made Harry shiver, but this time it was from pleasure. His body shaking from the force of his need, Harry arched up against Severus's sinful mouth. "Please, do...not...tease. Just have me!" Harry growled out passionately.



Snape lifted his head and smirked at Harry, "O'h you're a feisty one, ain't you?" Snape asked, even as he climbed to his knees, stripping his robes off as he did so.



"Snape, I really would hate it, if I had to hit you right now! So get your ass over here, and make me scream!" Harry said in a deceptively sweet voice.



Pushing the rest of Harry's clothing off, Snape wasted no time in flipping the younger man onto his stomach. Leaning over the man, Snape slowly pushed the silky hair away from one side of Harry's face. "Grab the headboard, and don't let go until I tell you to do so!" Commanded Snape in a low voice, as he moved to straddle the younger man's hips.



Snape placed his hands in the middle of Harry's lower back, and slowly started to lightly skim them up his back, feeling Harry shiver at his light touch. Reaching the man's shoulders, Snape gently kneaded them as he leaned down, and softly kissed Harry's ear lode.



"I am going to ravish you, until you scream for me to stop. Then do you know what I am going to do?" Snape asked, as he slid his hands under Harry's chest.



"No...wh...at?" Harry asked in a chocked gasp, as the Potions Master's fingers started to play with his already over sensitive nipples.



"I am going to pound you through this mattress, until you pass out from the pleasure. I was also drunk last night, not at my best. Now however, I am at my best..." Snape purred out in a sensuous voice, as he pinched Harry's nipples.



"O'H MERLIN!" Harry screamed.



Snape moved his head to the nearest shoulder to him, and lightly bit down on the trembling muscle. Moving his hands down Harry's sides, the Potions Master gently nuzzled against the younger man's slender neck, lapping and nipping when the mood struck him.



Harry trembled and shivered under his touch, and Snape was pleased that not once did the younger man remove his hands form the headboard. Snape was more than ready to restrain the man if need be, but for now he would see for how long Harry could mind his orders.



Slowly, Snape worked his way down Harry's back, finding hidden pleasure spots along the way, that he explored leisurely to his satisfaction. He was currently mapping a small spot just above Harry's tail-bone, that had the man withering and gasping for breath, as his tongue traced the spot.



Snape lifted his head, and unseen by Harry, smiled wickedly as he gazed lustfully down at the younger man's sweet globes. Moving his body downwards, as his knees pushed Harry's thighs wide apart, Snape laid on the bed between the young man's spread legs, as he aligned himself with those pale mounds.



With both hands, Snape slowly kneaded and caressed Harry's ivory cheeks, as he watched avidly the small rose pucker appear and disappear between his large hands.

"Do not move!" Snape said in a soft whisper, that he knew Harry would hear.



At the first touch of his tongue to that hidden portal, Harry bucked uncontrollably under him, and Snape was forced to pin the man down with his strong forearms across the back of Harry's thighs.



"SNAPE!" Harry screamed, and Severus purred in pleasure as he removed his tongue, to only curl it into a tighter cone-shape, and pierced Harry's sweet core once again.



Slowly, gently, but o'h so ruthlessly, Snape plundered Harry's backside, until he had the man trying to crawl away from his tongue that was exploring the now over sensitive portal. "Sev..erus! Please...no more!" Harry begged, even as Snape wrapped his arms around the young man's thighs to keep him in place.



Lifting his head from that sweetest of nectar's, Snape heard Harry sigh in relief, before he slowly licked a path from the underside of Harry's scrotum, to the top of his cleft.

Snape smiled wickedly, when he heard Harry squeal, as he bucked against him.



Slipping two fingers into his mouth, Snape thoroughly whetted them, before slowly trailing them down Harry's cleft. As he lightly traced the creases around Harry's pucker with his fingertips, Snape reached down with his free hand, and slowly stroked his own needful flesh.



Snape suddenly grasped his own member fiercely, as he plunged his two moistened fingers into Harry without any warning. Harry howled in pleasure as his fingers struck his pleasure spot over and over again, and Snape had to lean his shoulder against the man's backside to keep him still.



"SEVERUS PLEASE!" Harry screamed in delirium, as he thrashed against the bed.



His need to claim, nearly overwhelming him. Snape suddenly raised himself to his knees between Harry's jerking thighs, and removed his fingers. Gripping Harry's hips tightly, Snape harshly pulled the young man up to his knees. The Potions Master nudged the younger man's thighs wider apart, as he positioned himself.



"I have prepared you all that I am going to do! I want you to feel every inch of me, when I claim you!" Snape growled out, as he nudged the crown of his erection against Harry's entrance.



With one hard push, Snape filled the younger man with a single thrust of his hips. His spit easing the way, as Harry tossed his head back, and screamed in animistic pleasure.



"HARDER! SHOW ME TO WHOM I BELONG!" Harry howled out, as his fingers turned white with the force he was holding onto the headboard rails.



"I will, trust me I will!" Snape growled out, as he slowly withdrew from the tightly clenching core that surrounded his shaft, and slammed back into Harry with a low growl of pleasure.



Gripping Harry's hips in his large hands, Snape jerked the young man's hips back towards his every thrust, impaling the man even deeper and harder than the time before.



Reaching up with one hand, Snape clamped his hand down on the young man's shoulder. Forcing the man flat against the bed, as he leaned over him. Firmly pinning the man under him, with no means of escaping his ruthless thrusts.



His other hand wrapped around Harry's waist, keeping the young man's hips raised high into the air. With every thrust into him, Harry would scream his pleasure.



Snape eased the arm wrapped around Harry's waist back a little, and wrapped his long fingers around the weeping member of his lover. With two hard strokes, Snape felt the hot seed of his lover spill over his hand, as the man thrashed under him.



With the already tight core around him clenching sporadically, Snape tossed his head back and screamed in Ecstasy, as he pumped his seed deep within his lover's core.



Trembling, as he gasped for breath, Snape weakly thrust into Harry's body once more, as he slowly followed the man down to the bed.



Laying against Harry's back, Snape weakly raised his hand to Harry's face, pushing aside the sweat drenched hair.



"Harry, are you alright?"Snape asked softly, as he gently slipped out of his lover's still pulsing core, and rolled over to his side.



Hearing no response from the young man, Snape raised up onto his elbow in concern.



"Harry?" Snape called again, as he leaned closer to his lover's still lax body.



After a few minutes, Snape laid back against the bed, softly chuckling to himself. "I told you, I would make you pass-out from pleasure!"



The End!!



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