Scarred Souls

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Title: Scarred Souls



Author: Misty Moonlight/Co-author: QueenBoadicea



Beta: QueenBoadicea



Pairings: Severus/Harry



Published: 12/10/2008



Summary: A widowed Harry must bond with Snape in order to save his daughter’s life. Sev gains a family, for better or worse, and the hearts of two scarred souls will be changed forever.



Warnings: Romance, Drama, Angst, Alternate Reality/Universe, Sexual Situations, Hurt/Comfort, M/M, Slash, Anal, Language, Humor, possible MPreg, Bonding, Original Characters, Family, non-canon, OOC, WIP



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Chapter 23: Well, That Was Unexpected





The manor seemed quiet when they arrived. No children about, no grotty little house-elf in evidence. Good. Maybe they could get through this with a minimum of delay.



“Lumos”. Severus peered around the hallway cautiously. He didn’t need much light to see but wanted to make sure the coast was clear. Then his eyes narrowed.



“Potter, why is there wallpaper with ducks and roses covering the walls?”



“Hm? Oh, it was the children’s idea. They thought it would make me want to stay.”



Severus could feel his lips curling. Letting his children decorate—really, Potter needed to take a firmer hand. “Well, I think it’s an excrescence. You will remove it as soon as possible.”



“Okay. Can we have sex now?”



“Daddy?”



Severus sighed in exasperation. There went the hope of avoiding Potter’s demon spawn. Potter had just stepped close to him as the twin urchins came barreling into the hallway. They skidded to a stop when they saw their father, his arms wound around Severus.



“Daddy? What’s he doing here?” James asked, his whole body bristling with hostility.



This was too delicious. Having the children see their father like this was proving to be an unexpected bonus. Severus smiled maliciously and purred, “Your father and I have been reconciling our various differences. As you can see, Harry has become quite—attached to me. It would be best if the two of you kept to your rooms for the rest of the evening.”



“He’s right, kids. Run along to your rooms.” The dazed Gryffindor didn’t so much as look at the children. He favored Severus with a dazed smile and nestled happily in his arms.



“What?” Albus stared from Severus to Potter.



“Are you deaf as well as stupid? Your father and I wish to be alone. Now if you’ll excuse us…”



James ran forward and grabbed his father’s leg. “Daddy! Don’t go with him! Daddy?”



“Not now, James,” Potter responded absently, running his hands up and down Severus’s arms before pulling him close. Before Severus could stop him, the man had brought his head down for a deep kiss.



Well, well. Severus’s smile of triumph was swiftly obliterated by the artful sucking at his lips. Potter’s mouth tasted of the juices from the steak and the bitterness of coffee and sweet chocolate cake mixed. It was a heady banquet and Severus shut his eyes, basking in the heat and aroma.



Whatever else Potter had learned in his years since Hogwarts, he had become an expert kisser. The plump lips sucked and drew at him in a way that caused a definite tingling low in his belly. Severus was hugging him close, getting lost in his warmth and masculine firmness, when he felt a hard kick to his shin.



He pulled back with a snarl to see green eyes eerily reminiscent of his bond mate’s glaring at him. “Get away from our dad!” Albus screamed.



“Yeah, leave him alone!” James yelled, pulling at his father’s coat. Potter would not be budged in the slightest, only continuing to give Severus a sappy smile.



“That is enough!” Severus roared. He drew his wand. “Petrificus Totalus!”



The boys toppled over, lying stiffly on the floor. Severus wondered how his bond mate would react, given his protective attitude towards his children. However, Potter merely glanced curiously at the frozen pair. “Severus, that wasn’t very nice.”



“Well, neither are your spawn, Potter.”



“Aren’t you going to call me Harry? I like it when you do that,” the green-eyed man murmured, looking up at Severus from under his lashes.



Well, that wasn’t too much to ask, especially since the potion was making Harry so biddable. “Harry. Might I suggest we dispose of these two before carrying on with our business?”



“I would prefer to think of it as pleasure,” Potter sighed.



Severus smirked. “When I start with you, you’ll know I mean business.”



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It had taken no time at all to put the children to bed. Kreacher had appeared briefly, stating that Lily was asking for her “Dada” but Harry had spared no time at all for her. He’d impatiently asked Kreacher to put the toddler to bed and that had been the end of it.



Now they were in one of the older rooms, belonging to neither Regulus nor Sirius Black, thank goodness. Severus had warded the door against intrusion and thrown up the Silencing Charm, since it was unlikely Potter retained enough presence of mind to do so.



The chamber was sumptuous, reeking of pureblood wealth, finery and privilege. The furniture was lovingly polished antiques dating back at least three centuries while the bed was an elegant four-poster big enough to hold at least three people comfortably. A luscious Persian carpet in Slytherin green and silver graced the floor, so thick Severus knew his bare feet would sink into it up to his ankles once he removed his shoes. A massive gleaming ebony wardrobe inlaid with silver held Potter’s clothes and shoes.



Out of keeping with all the rest was an old battered trunk, resting on the floor and pressed against the wall. It didn’t look like anything a Black would have deigned to have in his bedroom. Severus could only assume it was Potter’s and wondered at his keeping such an old worn-out piece of luggage.



Not that he had much time to note anything but cursory details; Potter appeared determined to get them both naked as quickly as possible. The Gryffindor’s Muggle attire was being yanked off and tossed in the direction of an ornate chair next to a writing desk. He had pulled off his shoes and socks and kicked them underneath the bed.



Severus refused to treat his own clothing so cavalierly. But neither did he wish to delay. He wasn’t entirely certain how long this Amortentia variation would last, though it likely would have run its course by tomorrow.



He unbuttoned his jacket and hung it up in the wardrobe. His shirt was following it, until he found his hands encumbered by Potter’s hands sweeping up his chest.



“Mmm, look at this. Your skin is so smooth and white.” Before Severus could stop him, Potter leaned forward and ran his tongue in a long swipe over the exposed skin.



Severus jumped and trembled at the warm flesh trickling over his. It had been so long since anyone had touched him intimately, he was momentarily shaken. “Potter, please,” he gasped.



“Harry.”



“Harry, I—”



Harry wasn’t listening. He slid the shirt off Severus’s shoulders so that it fell behind him and sank gracefully down at his feet. Severus watched numbly as the man deftly unzipped him and caressed the silken black boxers that lay beneath.



“Oh god, Severus. This is so wicked. Black silk. It fits you so perfectly. I can see every bump and ridge…” Harry leaned forward and mouthed the bulge tenting the thin material.



Severus staggered, falling back against the wardrobe door. He had known the potion would make the man mad for him but he hadn’t been prepared for this level of enthusiasm. The youth was decisive in his actions and completely lacking in shyness about what he wanted. Severus heard himself whimpering as the sucking grew more forceful, the blood rushing south until he was completely lightheaded.



Fortunately for him, Harry pulled back, his lips parted and those bewitching eyes fogged with artificial desire. “Did you like that?”



He swallowed and struggled to regain control over his senses. “Y-yes, very much. But I don’t want this here, Po-Harry. There’s a perfectly serviceable bed just a few feet away.”



“You’re right. You’ll have to excuse me. I’ve never been with a man before. This is all so strange and new to me.” Harry blinked and puzzlement shone briefly in the dimmed emerald gaze.



Severus reached down and drew Harry up for another lingering kiss. He wanted to banish doubt from the man’s mind and the new surge of guilt from his own. Harry was not homosexual; the potion was forcing behavior on him that he’d never otherwise entertain.



For a moment, Severus wished it were otherwise. He wanted Harry to look at him with honest desire, to want him, Severus Snape, not be the helpless prey of Severus’s own selfish want.



Harry wound his arms around him, pressed his own throbbing cock against Severus’s length, and the guilt retreated, pushed down deep into his consciousness.



The lithe youth sat on the bed and squirmed out of his remaining clothes. For the first time, since that brief glimpse he’d had of the naked 17-year-old Gryffindor before he plunged into the lake after that damned sword, Harry was fully naked before him and Severus greedily looked his fill.



Harry was shorter than he by a few inches but compact, without an extra ounce of flesh anywhere. The shoulders were firm, flowing into supple arms, corded and flexing with muscle. His skin was a golden tan, only a little lighter on the chest and hips, making Severus wonder just what scanty clothing Harry wore when he walked in the heat of the sun. The chest was covered with the sparse sprinkling of the dark hair that he remembered, fanning out like rounded wings, barely covering the flat, oval nipples peeking from them. It swirled down in a long line over the ridged stomach until meeting a thick, wiry bristling of darker hair over Harry’s prick.



The cock itself—lovely. It reared up proudly from the nest of hair, not too thick, but of a very impressive size and already leaking its shiny fluid. Severus’s mouth watered as he stared at it and he reached out and cupped the pliant flesh in his hand.



Harry mewled and arched up into his grip. “Oh! Sever-us! Feels so good!” he whimpered.



The last of Severus’s guilt disappeared. No matter what Harry’s true feelings, he knew he had it in him to make this a truly memorable encounter, one that Severus would look back on fondly if not with true happiness.



Harry brushed his hand away. “Not yet,” he gasped. “I want to see you, touch you.”



His bond mate watched avidly as Severus shucked off his trousers and then laid his hands over Severus’s own. “Let me,” Harry said softly.



Curious, Severus lay back on the bed, his head resting on the pillows. Harry was crouched next to him, facing the headboard, as he caught the edge of the boxers. Severus lifted his hips slightly so that Harry could bring them all the way down. He did not know who gasped as the heated air in the room met his bare genitals.



Harry’s eyes seemed to trace every inch of Severus. “Look at these legs. So firm and strong. And hardly any hair…” he murmured, trailing his fingers over Severus’s leg. His breathing sped up as the mere touch of those calloused fingers left gooseflesh in their wake.



“And your hips are so powerful. Your arse…such a lovely handful,” Harry whispered. He suited action to word when he curled his fingers around Severus’s hipbones. Severus hissed when the fingers dipped curiously into the crevice of his arse. They cupped, rolled and kneaded the flesh of his cheeks until he was squirming in the bed.



“Enough, Harry,” he gasped.



“Nope. Not nearly enough,” Harry moaned and he leaned forward and kissed Severus again. This time the kiss was greedy, forceful, as Harry’s tongue gained entrance. He nipped at Severus’s mouth, let his lips trail all over the narrow face beneath.



Then his hands were seemingly everywhere, running over Severus’s shoulders, carding through his hair. Severus cried into Harry’s mouth when his nipples were pinched and rolled between the rough fingers.



“Harry, squeeze them again. Twist them like you just did,” he rasped.



Harry obeyed. The drug made him so wonderfully compliant but somehow that thought was far away from Severus’s mind now. All he wanted was for those Quidditch-calloused hands to keep touching him just like this. When Harry grasped his cock, squeezing it in a steady, relentless rhythm, he groaned and clutched the younger man tight.



Harry lifted his head. His cheeks were flushed and the first traces of sweat were beading on his brow. “Merlin, you look so hot, Severus. I love your paleness and dark hair; it’s such a beautiful contrast. Your nips are so bright pink and I like it that you’re not too hairy. I can’t wait to see you shoot all over this white skin.” He swept his free hand down Severus’s front and licked his lips as if already imagining what Severus would look like, painted with his own seed.



The mental image startled Severus. Harry wanted to see him…? Great Merlin, the man wanted to be on top. It wasn’t at all what Severus had thought would happen but, seriously, what had he expected? Harry’s sole sexual experience would be in the dominant position and that desire wouldn’t necessarily change because of a love potion. And Severus couldn’t honestly say that he minded…



“Accio lubricant,” he whispered and a small tube came flying from his discarded trousers. He caught it and mutely extended it to his partner.



Harry grinned foolishly as he uncapped it. “Ooh, you came prepared. Good for you.” He leaned forward for one more open-mouthed kiss. When their lips parted, he whispered, “Tell me what I need to do.”



“Coat your fingers with it. Use more than you think you’ll need,” Severus whispered. He distantly wondered how he could feel so calm. He knew it wouldn’t last.



He talked Harry through it, his voice faltering as Harry inserted one finger and then two in the tight passage. Merlin, it had been too long…



“God, Severus. You’re so tight, so hot in here.” His fingers slid farther.



Severus’s head slammed into the pillow at the first touch to his prostate and he shrieked unashamedly as Harry’s tentative probing became more forceful, harder, working him until his hips were bobbing in the man’s hands.



“Oh, does that feel good?”



Good? The word didn’t even begin to describe it. Harry’s merest touch was sending sensual rapture spiraling through his skin. Severus was going to come, just from this.



“H-Harry, dear God. You…you have to stop,” he panted.



And the man did. In fact, he pulled out so quickly, Severus could have wept at the abrupt cessation of pleasure. “I knew it. I’m hurting you. I’m so—”



“Don’t apologize, you idiot,” he hissed. “Slather this on your cock. More,” he demanded, breathing heavily as he watched Harry touch himself.



Severus guided Harry into position as he spread his legs wide, curling up his buttocks slightly. It was undignified, his legs waving in the air like this, but exposed to a Harry bespelled by magic it wouldn’t matter.



Harry climbed on top of him, guiding his cock to Severus’s anus. Both men hissed when the young man made the first tentative thrust. “Don’t stop,” Severus whispered when Harry hesitated.



And he didn’t. What Harry lacked in experience, he made up for in curiosity, in the way he stroked any part of Severus he could reach, in the way his body quivered and drove harder into Severus, until both men were gasping for air.



The potion evidently released Harry from all his inhibitions. He fucked Severus with all the exuberance the older man could have wished. Every powerful thrust nailed his prostate and Severus cried out with each inner touch. The heavy bollocks were rapping against his arse and that sensation too was incredible, causing him to writhe and curl his body up to meet Harry’s.



Severus’s head fell back and he groaned as he thrust up against the man shagging him with such vigor. It seemed an eternity since he’d allowed himself the bliss of knowing male flesh pressed against his own. The heat of Harry sliding inside him was indescribable. The impending release coiled in him, ready to be unleashed as the lean body surged over and in him. It couldn’t get better than this.



Then Harry proved him wrong.



“Ssshharrssssahhhhsa,” he hissed.



It was as though he’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Excitement ran through Severus like a whip lashing his skin. He shrieked, clutching Harry’s shoulders so tightly there were sure to be bruises by morning.



Harry didn’t realize…oh god, he couldn’t possibly know what hearing Parseltongue did to Severus.



Whenever Voldemort had spoken the snake language to that damnable, provocatively beautiful familiar, his voice had held a caressing sound to it that he showed at no other time. There would be a gentleness to the Dark Lord in those moments and a fleeting kindness that he never displayed to anyone else.



Nagini had been the only one Voldemort could trust absolutely. It stood to reason that he would lavish all his affections on her and her alone. Therefore, Severus had grown to associate the sound of Parseltongue with love and the flickering of the Dark Lord’s tongue when he spoke it with the few erotic, lust-filled sessions he’d had in Hogwarts when he’d been younger and not nearly so homely.



The hissing continued unabated, Harry driving hard and faster between his thighs. Severus desperately wanted to maintain some kind of control, to hold himself aloof, but when those sounds left Harry’s mouth, it was impossible. His heart thundered so violently, it felt like it was leaping out of his chest. He was losing himself in the feel of bristly hair and hard muscle pressed against his body, in the cock plunging deep into the core of him.



“Sssshhhaarrshharrrra.” Sweet Merlin, what was the man saying? Did it even matter? Given Harry’s drugged state, it was likely some kind of endearment or comment about what he was feeling and—



The sibilant noise came again and Severus lost all restraint. He began swearing, sobbing fitfully, begging Harry to fuck him harder, even if it killed him.



“Harder, fuck, Harry, shit, don’t, don’t stop, please.” He grabbed the man’s head and kissed him roughly, lapping at his lips and forcing them to open. Their tongues tangled and Harry sucked as though trying to pull Severus’s tongue from his mouth.



His bond mate was pounding into Severus now, hard enough for the headboard to rattle repeatedly against the wall, the thudding a counterpoint to the banging in his chest, the roaring in his ears. The sex had reached a feral intensity, with Harry releasing sharp bursts of Parseltongue with every plunge into Severus’s body and his own answering ecstatic cries.



Severus knew he’d be bearing the marks of this tomorrow, knew that there would be soreness deep inside curable only by potion. He didn’t care. All he wanted right now was that Harry keep touching him, stroking him everywhere and speaking that exquisite, alien tongue.



Harry ripped his lips away. “Hssshhsiiilllissh,” he whispered, his eyes glazed, stroking over the scars lining Severus’s face and neck.



There was a strange warmth in Harry’s voice when he said this. It was that sweetness that undid Severus completely. The waiting orgasm slammed into him with the force of Cruciatus and he flung his head back and screamed.



Harry rocked over him a few more times, seemingly oblivious to any pain he might cause. Then he gave a choked cry and came, deep within Severus. His entire body shuddered before he collapsed on Severus’s chest.



Slowly Severus unwound his limbs to lie flat on the bed. His legs were trembling from the tension of being twined around Harry’s back and his throat felt raw from all the harsh breathing and screaming that had been torn from him. His toes ached from curling and uncurling. In fact, all of him was one stretch of post-sexual discomfort. He hurt but in a good way. Severus smiled lazily and kissed Harry on the ear nearest him.



Delicious languor was stealing over him. Severus knew he shouldn’t sleep now; he could wait until Harry slept and then slip out to look at the library. But, really, how likely was it he’d find the information he sought in one night? It was possible he’d need several days to ferret out what he needed. He might as well just rest here for the night…enfolded in Harry’s arms.



Harry pulled himself to the side but kept his arm draped over his bond mate’s chest. He smiled and cupped Severus’s face in his hand. “You really are beautiful, you know that?” With that, he closed his eyes, nuzzled against Severus’s neck and began to snore.



Just like that, the post-coital bliss disappeared, snuffed out like a blown candle. Severus felt as if he’d been turned to ice as the reality of the situation reasserted itself.



His scars were hideous; he knew this. If he didn’t hide them with a glamour, people paled in shock and children screamed at the sight of him. Even Harry had been appalled when he’d first seen the ghastly cicatrices covering Severus’s face and neck.



Harry felt nothing for him, not really. All that had just passed between them—the endearments, the sex, the compliments, Parseltongue, the exquisite tenderness of Harry’s touches—was solely the result of the love elixir. The only thing real about it was the ache that was spreading through Severus, inside and out.



With a whisper, he banished the stickiness coating his chest and thighs. Something was prickling behind his eyes but he paid it no heed. He lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, while his bond mate breathed lightly at his side.





TBC