Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 26

The station was practically abandoned, with a thick layer of dust sitting over everything. However it was warm inside out of the wind and Harry sighed as he could finally hear himself other than the roar of the wind in his ears. The waiting hall was never used, the students all merely boarding the train straightaway rather than having to sit and wait. “We’ll wait it out in here, I’ll light a fire to keep us warm.” Snape approached the disused fireplace on the far side of the waiting hall, as Harry took off his wet cloak aware that the snow was beginning to melt and wet him through. The darkness flickered to life as Snape lit a magical fire illuminating the place with a warm glow. Harry felt instantly better and dusted off a seat close to the fire’s warmth. Snape flicked his wand at a row of seats beside Harry and transfigured them into a plush lounge. Shrugging off his own wet cloak Snape settled on the lounge having kicked off his boots.

Harry let his gaze run appreciatively over Snape’s figure, having never seen the elder wizard wear anything other than overly large school robes. The tight fitting leather pants, and the warm black woolen jumper suited him well, and with his hair tied back at the base of his neck with a band, he looked positively delectable. Harry had never sat and appreciated Snape’s figure, which despite being cooped up in a school for twenty years or so wasn’t out of shape. Admittedly Snape wasn’t what Harry would have termed as ‘handsome’ by any means but he was attractive in his own way. Harry shook the thoughts from his mind though; it was just his hormones talking. It was also undoubtedly his hormones that were giving him this terrible stomachache. Unconsciously Harry bent over his chair clutching at his stomach. He’d had stomach pain since this morning, and while it had served to make his mood foul no amount of pain killing potion would dull it. Now it was almost like constant pins and needles.

“I didn’t know you could fly like that.” Harry whispered trying to keep his mind off his stomach cramp.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Potter and I prefer it that way.” Snape commented casually back as he stretched out on the lounge warming himself in the fire’s glow. Harry gritted his teeth kind of glad that Snape didn’t know he was in pain. The man had been so difficult all day with him, and Harry didn’t need his sarcastic comments.

“Suit yourself, I was just making conversation.” Harry bit nastily the familiar defiance rising in his chest as he glared at the back of Snape’s head.

“I detest small talk Harry, there is no point in wasting your breath if you have nothing worth while saying.” Harry narrowed his gaze at Snape’s head wishing he could reach over there and smack him one. However in his laps of attention the stabbing pain in his gut caught him off guard and Harry hissed audibly in agony. Almost instantly Snape had sat up and was staring at where Harry was practically doubled over in his chair. “Potter, what is the matter?” Harry rolled his eyes and glared at Snape from beneath the fringe of his damp hair.

“I have a stitch, nothing serious. It’s just probably from flying in the cold.” Harry gritted his teeth and attempted to straighten himself out but again the pain made him curl back over and clutch at his stomach.

“A stitch?” Snape commented his tone suggesting that he believed Harry’s theory just as much as Harry believed it himself. “Stand up and come here.” Snape commanded watching carefully as Harry reluctantly did as he was told and came to stand in front of where Snape was still sitting on the lounge. Harry hissed a little in surprise at Snape’s cold hands as the man untucked his shirt and placed his fingers against Harry’s abdomen pressing firmly down.

“Ow fuck that hurt.” Harry snapped nastily as he hastily pushed away Snape’s cold hands and glared down at the elder wizard.

“Hmmm.” Snape muttered to himself as he stared up at Harry who was still glaring down at him. Harry watched as Snape closed his eyes the professor inhaling deeply several times before slowly opening his eyes again to reveal the sparkling indigo colour Harry was familiar with.

“What?” Harry queried as Snape sat back in the lounge and let his gaze wander up and down Harry’s person with curiosity.

“It seems you may have to make good on your winning promise after all Potter.” Harry frowned deeply as he tucked his shirt back in conscious of the draft that was wrapping around his kidneys. Deciding that Snape’s soft lounge was better than his own hard chair Harry sat down cautiously beside the man. Harry didn’t want to make good on his promise well at least not tonight, his stomach hurt, he was cold, the train station smelt of dust and well he hated the way Snape had just presumed he was going to do so.

“You can’t force me.” Harry snapped sharply as he defiantly glared at Snape. Harry half expected to be backhanded for his blatant insubordination but was surprised as Snape merely sighed heavily and nodded in agreement.

“No I cannot.” Harry was stunned and stared at Snape as if the man had lost his mind. Usually for such disobedience Harry would have been punished but Snape merely looked at him almost in understanding. “For once in my Superei life I cannot force myself onto you. You must come to me willingly this time, or else your body will not accept my seed and we will have to wait till next year. This is unfortunately the downside of our race and why so few Elith-Furatu ever mate and produce offspring. We have such a small window of opportunity and more often than not the Inferei is not willing. It is your call Harry.” Harry watched stunned as Snape stood up and pulled his jumper down around his hands to keep them warm. “I will go and see if there is anything of use in the old station masters room.” Snape was already walking towards the dark abandoned rooms leading off the main hall, his wand flaring into light to provide a guide in the darkness. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Snape threw casually over his shoulder as an afterthought before he disappeared into a doorway leaving Harry alone by the fire.

Harry was speechless and stared into the flickering flames of the fire wondering what on earth had led him to this crossroads in his life. Harry had never thought about being a willing participant in anything concerning his life before. Everywhere he’d gone and everything he’d done had seemed to have already been decided for him by someone else. Harry had thought that accepting this new life, the new him would be a way of breaking that cycle and allow him to make decision for himself but he’d been kidding himself. Where Albus had made decisions for him before, Snape was making them now. Looking after him, providing him with protection, tending to his needs, everything had unintentionally been decided by Snape. Now though, it truly was his decision, a decision that would ultimately choose the path his life took from now on. Sex with Snape had until now just been a fact of his new life an issue that he’d just had to accept whether he’d liked it or not, he’d never had to face the fact whether he’d actually wanted it or not. In a way Harry just wished Snape would take what he wanted and be done but Harry knew he wouldn’t, not this time anyway. He had to be willing, willing to accept Snape as his master and in turn willing to accept the man’s child and this new way of life.

“Shit.” Harry whispered to himself as his mind swam with the possibilities that each choice he made would bring to him. It was awful and Harry clutched at his stomach as the cramp only added to his stress. “Just walk it off.” Harry muttered to himself again as he stood up from the lounge and strode irritably over to the far windows. Most of the windows were frosted up so he couldn’t see anything out of them anyway but he paced nonetheless back and forth from one side of the hall to the other. Harry was lost in his inner turmoil and it was only when he made another pass by the back windows of the hall that his mind registered a noise outside just audible above the howling wind. Harry stopped in front of the frosted windows and stared at them, listening intently for the sound again. The sound was a scratching of some sort like a rat or something scurrying along the wooden window frames. Harry frowned and glanced back in the direction of where Snape had disappeared into the other rooms. Perhaps Snape had gone outside for something? When Harry heard the scratching again curiosity won over his sensibilities and Harry stepped up closer to the frosted window. Gingerly Harry raised his hand and with a squeak rubbed away a patch of frost from the glass so he could see out. Harry couldn’t see anything but darkness and the boy sighed heavily berating himself for getting scared at nothing. Thinking he could see what the weather was doing outside Harry pressed his nose against the glass.

Immediately in front of his view two violet shining eyes appeared out of the darkness to stare back at Harry. Frightened by the eyes Harry screamed and fell backwards away from the window landing hard against the immovable chairs of the waiting hall. Harry heard footsteps then, walking around the back off the hall and down onto the platform. Harry could see a shadow too and watched as the shadow came to a halt in front of the door Snape had locked and warded behind him when they’d first entered. The shadow paused in front of the door and Harry hid himself uselessly behind the dusty chairs, as there was a cracking sound before the door swung easily open and the shadowy figure stepped inside. Harry shook physically as the stranger closed the door and looked carefully around the room before lowering the hood of his cloak. Harry knew immediately who it was, the flaming red hair a sure sign. Pressing himself flat against the chair he’d fallen against Harry hoped the stranger would not see him and leave but there was little chance of that. Harry watched as the stranger lifted his nose in the air and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in concentration as he breathed in deeply again. Slowly the man re opened his eyes and turned directly towards where Harry was cowering behind the chairs.

“My haven’t we changed my little water lily, where is the spirit I saw in you before?” Harry backed up slowly as the stranger rounded the chairs towards him, the violet eyes sparkling in the flickering firelight. “I told you I’d see you again didn’t I?” The man’s voice was like liquid velvet, so smooth and calculating as he eyed Harry dangerously. Finally out of shadow Harry could see the man’s face more clearly now and saw with disgust a thin trail of blood that leaked from the corner of the man’s mouth. The stranger must have spotted Harry’s attention and consciously drew his finger threw the blood trail before lapping the droplets of his fingers. Harry felt his heart rate begin to pound, as he smelt the fragrant aroma of magical blood in the air as the stranger drew closer. “Pardon me, I was just finishing dinner when I saw you flying over the forest.” Harry shuddered at the image the man’s unspoken message provided, and his stomach cramp intensified at being teased with such a prospect as a fresh kill. “Where is your tall dark keeper tonight? Or has he let you out alone again?” Harry shook all over, completely frozen where he sat on the floor as the stranger leaned down over him and ran a cold hand up and down Harry’s pale cheek. Harry closed his eyes automatically his breathing erratic as he tried to fight the pull of his instincts towards the scent of the fresh blood. When he re opened his eyes however he saw movement out of the corner of his eye before a very familiar figure appeared over the shoulder of the stranger.

“Right here fucker.” Harry curled up on himself as Snape struck out belting the stranger on the side of the head with a large wooden broom handle sending the red haired man sprawling into the wall with a sickening slap. Before Harry could move Snape had picked him up by the back of the neck. Instinctively Harry fell limp in the man’s strong grip as Snape threw him bodily across the room to safety. Harry hit the floorboards hard and coughed at being winded so heavily. Still he was uninjured though and Harry crawled up into the corner of the room, dragging Snape’s cloak with him as he watched Snape circle the other Superei who was just recovering from the first blow Snape had landed him.

“I thought perhaps you would not make the same mistake twice. Never let them wander alone or they stray…” Harry watched as the red haired stranger staggered to his feet a long gash on the side of his head causing blood to drip down his ear and onto the shoulder of his cloak. Snape didn’t reply and merely threw aside the broom handle as the other man removed his wand from inside his cloak and aimed it squarely at Snape’s chest. “A man of few words let us hope they are the few that count.” Harry winced as the man let fly with a curse the language the same as the man had spoken at the lake. Snape was quicker and skidded out of the way of the purple curse before spinning on his heel and sending a similar one in return. Harry was stunned to see Snape using the same language as the stranger, and with such ease. Harry was mesmerized as the men continued to circle one another sending curses back and forth as if testing each other’s strength. Most of the curses missed, but the few that struck their targets did so painfully, causing both men to bow away in agony and growl at one another in a primal display of defiance.

The battle continued for sometime in the same way until finally Snape disarmed his opponent sending his wand skidding across the floor to come to rest beside where Harry was curled up in the corner. Harry was stunned however when Snape tossed aside his own wand the two of them exchanging some heated words in the language Harry didn’t understand. Both of them understood each other though cause within an instant the stranger had launched himself at Snape. The two of them tumbled to the floor and began struggling to gain the upper hand by any means possible. To Harry’s horror the stranger seemed to be winning their fight as the red haired rolled on top of Snape and reached into his cloak. Harry saw the flash of silver too late to call a warning to Snape before the blade had come down to slash across Snape’s face. Harry instantly stood to his feet expecting the worst but before he could move the stranger was soaring through the air backward and slamming full force into the old disused ticketing booth. Harry watched as Snape stood casually from the floor a gaping gash across his cheek spewing out blood that practically fell like a waterfall down Snape’s neck. Harry wanted to move towards the man and help but something held him back. A magical pulse swept over Harry in a wave making him feel weak and dizzy. Stumbling back against the wall Harry watched through a fuzzy haze as Snape approached the carnage of where the other wizard had crashed through the ticketing booth. With ease Snape flicked out a sliver dagger from within his cloak, expertly twisting it around in his right hand as he stepped over the broken wreckage of the wooden booth. Harry could see little of what was happening behind the booth’s walls and while there was obvious sounds of a struggle the unmistakable sound of silver tearing through flesh made his blood run cold. There was a scream and a cry for aid before silence swept over the hall. The magical pulse died with the scream and Harry fell to the floor exhausted as if it had only been the magic holding him up. Harry desperately craned his neck up to see who emerged from the wreckage of the ticket booth but he couldn’t fight the pull to lie down. Harry closed his eyes hoping the darkness would calm him. After a while Harry heard footsteps on the wooden floorboards, moving towards him. Slowly Harry opened his eyes dreading what he would see. It was with relief almost that Harry saw a familiar pair of leather pants and a torn black jumper.

“Severus.” Harry whispered as he clutched at his stomach, the cramps not abating now. The potion master ignored him however and sat down on the lounge he’d transfigured earlier by the fire. Getting to his knees Harry crawled towards Snape desperate to feel the man’s touch. As he drew closer however Harry noticed something sitting in Snape’s open palms. In the wizard’s right hand sat the silver dagger now barely recognizable beneath the blood and in the other hand sat a familiar lump of flesh lifeless except for the dripping of the crimson liquid onto the floor. Harry remembered holding a similar muscle in his own hand six months ago and the feeling of complete satisfaction that had overwhelmed him. Slowly Harry crawled the rest of the way to Snape’s feet and looked up finally at the wizard’s face. The natural clotting agent in the blood had stemmed the flow of the gash on Snape’s face but he was covered in both his own and the other Superei’s blood. Snape’s eyes were bright indigo reflecting the flickering of the fire he was staring into. “Severus?” Harry tried again as he stared up into Snape’s eyes. At hearing the words so close Severus seemed to snap out of his trans and Harry held his breath as the wizard glanced down at him sitting on the floor. Before Harry could speak again Snape had leaned forward and with a careless flick of his hand chucked the bloodied heart muscle of his defeated challenger into the fireplace. The smell of the blood so close to Harry was something he couldn’t ignore and with his eyes still locked with Snape’s the boy lifted the man’s empty left hand to his lips and began sucking them clean of the rich, thick liquid coating them.

For the first time all day the cramps in Harry’s stomach disappeared as the still warm fluid settled in his stomach. Once the left hand was clean as best as he could Harry climbed slowly up into Snape’s lap to stare silently into Snape’s blank gaze.

“Thank-you.” Harry whispered as he closed his eyes and leaned forward pressing his lips gently against Snape’s slightly parted ones. No sooner had Harry’s lips met Snape’s than the elder wizard seemed to catch up with reality. The thump as the dagger hit the floor was a distant noise as Snape drew his hands up and into Harry’s hair pulling the boy closer to him as their kiss intensified. Harry was overwhelmed and groaned wantonly into Snape’s mouth as the man tore at his outer clothes, stripping him easily. Harry panted desperately against Snape’s neck ignoring the sticky trails of blood as he pulled the black jumper over Snape’s head and tossed it aside. With naked flesh against flesh Harry was helplessly lost in the sensations and threw his head back in delight as Snape sucked first one nipple and then the other. Never, had Snape been so attentive striving to send Harry into oblivion even before penetration. Harry shuddered as Snape tore off his jeans, and pushed the white pants aside to allow Harry’s hard cock to spring free. Snape had already torn open the front of his own leather pants not even bothering to push them off simply drawing them down enough to allow his thick member to stand proud against his stomach. Harry was incoherent and barely registered that Snape was whispering to him in another language before he felt Severus lower him down onto his cock. Up to date Harry had only ever felt searing pain at the first push of Snape’s cock into his backside, the man always refusing to prepare him. This time however Harry felt only numbness until the bulbous head of Snape’s cock slammed into the bundle of nerves buried deep inside him. Harry cried out, half laughing and half crying in ecstasy as Snape drew him closer and held onto his hips tightly as he pushed himself deeper into the boy. “Oh Jesus.” Harry breathed out as Snape pushed him up again practically drawing his cock all the way out of Harry before letting go of the boy’s hips and letting him slam back down on the cock again. Harry got the idea quickly and before he knew what was happening his body was automatically rising and falling onto Snape’s lap, impaling himself on the man’s cock again, and again.

Harry came long before Snape spraying his load all over the elder wizard’s chest in a guttural moan. Despite that though Harry continue to pound himself on Snape’s cock willing the man to finish with every squeeze of his inner muscles. Finally the moment came and Snape stopped Harry from moving with a firm hand on his waist, while the other massaged his own balls coaxing the orgasm from them. The first burst was warm like water and Harry fell limp against Snape’s shoulder practically drawing blood from his bite as the second wave exploded in his backside. Unlike the first more familiar spray the second robbed Harry of breath, having practically felt the sparks of fire in his throat. The third was unexpected and Harry screamed Snape’s name into the silence of the hall until finally the magic that had gone rushing through his veins faded away leaving him feeling even more exhausted than before. Like a rag doll Harry collapsed in Snape’s arms the wizard’s cock falling limply out of Harry’s still twitching hole.

“So tired.” Harry managed to whimper as Snape rolled him slowly off his lap and onto the soft couch. To tired to really focus Harry’s eyes closed automatically as soon as his head hit the cushion. Dimly Harry felt a blanket being draped over him and the soft whisper of a kiss on his cheek before exhaustion robbed him of consciousness and he passed out in blessed darkness.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N *sits back smugly from computer screen* I do believe that chapter might just make this story... rather pleased with myself actually without being big headed. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the update, it\'s a long chapter so I\'ll leave it there till tomorrow. Told you I would give you Smut, Violence and Blood all in one go didn\'t I?

Thanks for all the reviews and to everyone who\'s recommended this little fic to thier friends, the more the merrier I say, but if they\'re staying around they should bring gifts of Snape and Potter... *winks*

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