Devils and Angels

Sinners and Saints









Snape continued to sit by Harry’s feet. The boy now turned man sat with his arms hugged around his mid-section and stared into the fire all the while looking thoroughly miserable. Harry was depressed as well as slightly drunk, and mortally embarrassed for Snape to find out.



It was getting late, and the older wizard had no love for sitting on the hard floor any longer. “Harry,” he said as he rose stiffly to his feet. “It’s late – we should sleep.” He held out his hand to encourage the younger wizard to join him.



Together, they climbed the stairs and entered the darkened bedroom. Snape averted his eyes as Harry shed his clothing down to his undergarments, and slipped into the bed, then turning onto his side he pulled the blankets over his head. The older wizard dressed similarly and soon followed. Harry could feel the mattress sink down under the added weight, and even though as sad as he was, it felt oddly exciting to him to have the one whose picture he had daydreamed over in his bed.



Harry’s voice drifted through the darkness, “Hold me – please.”



Snape hesitated, then smoothly slid over leaving a few inches between them, and draped his arm over the slender body next to him. Harry responded by shifting and moving closer to seek comfort and the warmth of Snape’s body until his buttocks nestled into the curve of Severus’ groin, which nearly became the older man’s undoing. It had been so long since he himself had a bed partner that his shaft threatened to rise against his common sense and will. He was nearly successful in willing it down back into its previously flaccid state until Harry gently eased his hips deeper into those recesses to touch his traitorous manhood causing it to suddenly twitch. Harry turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Snape, and they wordlessly stared at one another for what seemed an eternity.



Propping himself on his elbow, Snape took in every centimetre of the face below him, “Harry, don’t make things worse by doing that.”



“I know you told me it wouldn’t be wise to, but I want – need it so badly. I need to know I’m worth something, anything. I need to feel something besides what I’m feeling now.”



“No, Harry. Not while you’re like this – wait until you are more sure of yourself, and when you're not drunk.”



Harry started to protest, and Severus placed his index finger across Harry’s lips to silence him, and continued to gaze into those green eyes, as he spoke. “Let’s rest, and another thing – please stop rubbing your bum against me.” Seeing the look of disappointment flooding into those green eyes, he added, “Until later.”



“When?”



“Later.”



“When?”



“Later.”



“When?”



“Later! Shut – up Potter, and go to sleep,” he wrapped both arms around, and settled comfortably then added, “And no, I’m not going to sneak out during the night. You see, I seem to have found there is far more to you than meets the eye, and I consider it to be quite interesting.”



“Oh.”



“Eloquent as always. Goodnight Harry.”



“G’night.”



For the first time in years, Harry slept without nightmares, and without the use of a dreamless sleeping draught for he felt safe. To him, Snape had been his only constant, for he had never lied or manipulated him in any way as others had done because the older wizard saw no reason to. For the first time in years as well, Snape slept without staring into the lonely darkness for hours before sleep would claim him. This was a surprisingly comfortable situation for him, and somehow it felt oddly right.



Snape woke early the next morning to the feel of something warm and firm pressed into his groin – it was not unpleasant at all – in fact it was very pleasurable. He opened his eyes and realized Harry had ensconced his rear there once more.



“Harry, what are you doing?” He asked when he realized the young man was already awake.



“It’s later, and I don’t want no for an answer, because I need you.”



“Only if you’re sure – absolutely sure,” Snape raised onto his elbow, and looked down into that wonderful face.



Harry nodded, “I’m sure.”



Snape found it increasingly difficult to resist, or even refuse Harry’s need. He himself had often felt outcast, unwanted, and not even deemed worthy enough for even the anonymous pleasures of the flesh in the dark. His eyes became half-lidded as he slowly lowered his head and lightly brushed his lips across other lips that quivered ever so slightly. The kiss deepened, then became long and languid when Snape flicked his tongue and was admitted. He explored that mouth and found it perfect in everyway. It was sweet, warm, trembling, and tasted of shy bitterness and faint traces of scotch from the night before. He could feel the younger man’s heart beating heavily, and his body tense with mixed emotions. He pulled back, and their eyes met with the sort of understanding that only those that have been discarded by mainstream society can only comprehend. They continued to gaze as Snape’s long fingers began to lightly caress the body beneath him, eliciting a soft moan as Harry closed his eyes. Snape bent to nuzzle his neck, seeking out the curves and hollows with his lips as his hand slowly traveled its way to the younger wizard’s straining bulge.



Easing his hand underneath the waistband, he lightly grasped Harry’s burgeoning tool, and he began to tenderly stroke bringing another moan followed by a gasp from the lips he had just tasted. Severus soon abandoned Harry’s neck and trailed his lips down the supple man’s body. He paused where cloth met skin, and slowly he inched the undergarments downward, exposing even more flawless flesh. He blew his breath across the course curls found there, and Harry bucked his hips upward when he wrapped his lips around the soft, velvety head. The dark wizard began to bob his head in slow and gentle motions, and it wasn’t long before Harry twined his fingers into Snape’s long dark hair as he came in a shuddering gasp.



He lay there panting for breath, his young body glistening with perspiration, and Snape started to move away, but a lean and muscular leg quickly wrapped his waist and held him in place. The leg tightened and pulled Snape closer, “I want to feel you inside me – I need you.”



The look on Harry’s face brought forth a growl somewhere low in Snape’s throat, and he quickly bent and this time, he claimed Potter’s lips as his own. He pulled back almost as quickly and said in a low tone, “I do this, there will be no going back. I don’t take things like this lightly – it’s been too long for me – and I will make the most of it. I hope you understand what I’m saying, and what you’re asking for.”



Harry looked at him with those green orbs and softly said, “I understand completely.”



Snapes eyes narrowed, and his growl deepened further as he whipped off what little remaining clothing he wore. He quickly spread Harry’s legs – then paused as if he remembered something, and cursed hoarsely, “Damn!”



“What?”



“No lubricant.”



“Top drawer – nightstand.”



“Right,” Snape quickly reached a long arm out and fumbled with the drawer, then slammed it shut. He swiftly uncapped the innocuous looking jar and soon placed slicked fingers onto the pale pink rosette presented to him. He circled it once, twice, and then eased one finger inside – then two, and finally three as Harry arched his back and gasped loudly.



“Your going to do more than gasp when I get through with you,” Snape meant every word. He had been denied too many years, and if Harry insisted that he be taken – then Snape had every intention of doing so and more.



Harry pushed Snape away and quickly turned over, raising his backside high in the air forcing another hoarse curse from the potions master’s lips.



Kneeling behind, he guided his thick shaft to the glistening rosette, and grasped Potter’s hips. He pushed, and felt the head of his manhood slide in and pause slightly as the ring relaxed allowing him to glide inward until he was buried deeply. He began to move in long forceful strokes, causing Harry to moan with each thrust. The moans turned into cries and tears of pleasure when Snape established a steady rhythm that was powerful, and one he meant that on no uncertain terms this moment would not soon be forgotten. He was determined to make this moment last as long as possible, and sweat soon began to run in rivulets down his lean torso as he continued to plunge deeply into Harry’s hot and tight channel. Harry’s cries began to be punctuated with gasps and moans as Snape found that sweet spot inside. Pressure began to build and despite his best efforts to restrain himself, he threw his head back and came with a howl of satisfaction, and much to both their surprise, so did Harry. Snape fell away from him and collapsed upon his back. He lay there breathing heavily, and Harry saw a small smile quirk his mouth.



“Why you snarky son-of-a-.”



The older man shot his hand out and none too gracefully yanked the younger man into his arms. “Shut – up Harry,” Snape said and placed a kiss upon his forehead to quell any misunderstandings the young man had.



“I – I just thought…” Harry’s voice trailed off.



“You just thought? I’m actually impressed!”



“Now wait a minute!”



“Just how far do you think I would go? Tell me honestly Potter, did you think I’d just take advantage of your vulnerability and would sneer then walk away?”



“I – I – yes I did.”



"Foolish boy," the comment held no spite in it, in fact it was spoken as if it were almost an endearment.



After several minutes of silence, Harry spoke, “Severus?”



“Mmmmm?”



“Why did you give in this time?”



Snape sighed, “Because you're not drunk, and – I couldn’t help myself when you looked at me like that.”



“So it wasn’t just a pity fuck?”



“Merlin’s beard! Watch your language!” Snape snarled in the semi-darkened room.



“Sorry – but did you do it out of pity?”



“No.”



“Then why?”



Snape didn’t speak for a moment, and Harry knew better than to prod him into talking, because he would never get any direct answers if he did, so he waited patiently.



“Because – you’re everything I never was; glorious to see, pure of intentions, and selfless to a fault. To have someone like you to tell me from their heart they need me – that they honestly needed me - I’ve never had that before. It - felt good to hear it, and that Potter, is all the confession you’re going to hear from me right now. Let’s go back to sleep. Sod the world - sod everything. I think it’s time we thought of ourselves for once.”