What the Devil Wants
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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38
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46,096
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352
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Rules of Engagement
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“It’s dirty isn’t it?”
“What?” Harry smirked to himself as he stared at Snape who was quietly flipping through a pile of student essays he was marking. It had been over a week since Harry had moved into Snape’s quarters permanently, and despite the odd bruise and a few embarrassing moments Harry had been dealing with Snape’s new discipline tolerably well. Harry had learnt a lot about Snape’s private personal life in the past week. Harry assumed he was about the only person now in the entire world that new such private things about Snape’s life and he felt somewhat privileged he was allowed in. Admittedly Harry had been on his best behavior but like before things had become stale again and Harry was becoming restless.
“Your fantasy, it’s dirty. That’s why you’re making this so difficult.” Snape spared Harry a glare over the latest students work before returning to the offending parchment not bothering to dignify Harry’s statement with a reply. Harry shut his diary with a snap and pushed it aside before silently rising from his chair and stalking over to where Snape was sitting at his desk. Harry had tried all week to crack his homework for 101 but as yet he’d only seen his own fantasy’s reflected back at him. Snape was deliberately being awkward.
“Ron says he’s seen Hermione’s already.” Harry pushed one of Snape’s feather quills back and forth on the edge of the desk as he stared cautiously at the elder wizard who was still pointedly ignoring him. “They were in the shower together…”
“I am not in need of a bath of any kind Potter, so I suggest you direct this line of thought else where.” Snape snapped abruptly before Harry could continue about his friends. Harry pouted and slumped on the edge of the desk, carelessly pushing Snape’s things out of the way to make space for his backside. Snape grumped irritably as he slammed his work down and glared at Harry pointedly. “Potter.” Snape growled threateningly and Harry knew Snape’s temper was paper-thin but he’d had enough of waiting.
“I want to play Severus.” Harry tried to whisper seductively across the table at Snape who’d sat back in his chair and was staring at Harry with an unimpressed expression and raised eyebrow.
“Your broomstick is at the door Harry, you have my permission to find yourself a playmate for your games.” Harry folded his arms across his chest childishly. Snape wasn’t in the least moved by Harry’s display and instead waited patiently for the boy to snap.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Harry jumped off the edge of the desk and stalked angrily over to the small kitchenette to pour himself a glass of pumpkin juice. “I’m frustrated,”
“Clearly.” Severus muttered under his breath as Harry began pacing like a caged animal. Snape had seen this coming for some time, and was mildly impressed that Harry had lasted as long as he had. It was all a consequence of the bond they were forming, and no doubt now sharing accommodation things had reached boiling point. Things were just where Severus wanted them to be…
“You can’t tell me I haven’t been good, I’ve been the model submissive since you gave me the collar, surely you can’t still think I don’t want this!” Harry was trying to keep his tone of voice even despite his rising temper, if Snape detected any hint of defiance in him and he would be punished. Harry’s gaze flickered over to the ruler sitting under a stack of books on the corner of Snape’s desk. Inwardly Harry flinched as he remembered Tuesday evening when he’d fought with Snape about having his wand back, and the stinging slaps he’d received from the ruler at his mistrust. “I thought these relationships were about give and take on both sides, but it hasn’t exactly been equal so far has it? I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me, I’ve shown you that I want this but you’ve just….” Harry trailed off his pale face turning away from Snape’s who was still sitting casually in the chair behind his desk, watching the boy very carefully. “If you’ve no intention of holding up your end of the agreement then it’s pointless me being here. At least when I was still in the Gryfindor tower I had the luxury of a private bed and access to any amount of magazines.” Harry whispered again his cheeks stained with pink as he finally took a sip from his pumpkin juice that had been precariously sloshing in the glass as he’d paced the room.
“Congratulation’s Harry, I believe you’ve finally proved yourself.” Harry’s eyebrow’s shot up into his hairline in shock as Snape stood up from the behind the desk and circled around into the small kitchenette and lab to pour himself a drink.
“Pardon?” Harry muttered as he watched Snape lean against the central workbench and casually sip from his glass of water.
“I warned you Harry, that I expected nothing but complete submission to me, and me alone. I have been deliberately withholding myself from you, as a sort of test to see just how serious and loyal you were. Any submissive that can go as long as you have without dominant reciprocation, and guidance is definitely serious about their choice.” Harry’s shock turned abruptly to confusion as Snape led them out of the kitchenette and into the warm, glow of the living room. “Admittedly you have tried my patience on more than one occasion and I am rather proud of myself that my own will power hasn’t crumbled.” Snape paused and smiled coyly as he sat down in the armchair and gestured for Harry to come and sit beside him on the footstool. “I don’t believe I’ve ever had a student masturbating in bed beside me before.” Almost instantly Harry’s face flared in embarrassment, his eyes sliding closed in horror as he tried to hide beneath the bangs of his fringe. Harry hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t even realized he’d done it until the next morning. He’d been sure Snape hadn’t woken up and up until now he’d assumed he’d gotten away with it. “Don’t stress about it Potter, up until then I thought you’d done remarkably well without it, considering you’re a teenage boy.” Harry’s cheeks cooled a little as Snape’s hand came down to stroke gently under the collar around his neck, a soothing gesture Snape had made a habit of in the last week while they were in the privacy of Snape’s chambers.
“So you’re going to claim me for real then?” Harry almost purred as Snape drew his hand down over Harry’s shoulder blade and onto the boy’s throat that was exposed by his unbuttoned school shirt.
“Was there any doubt I wasn’t?” Snape’s voice washed over Harry liked a waterfall, such silken music causing the boy to shiver in anticipation. Harry shook his head and having turned on the stool climbed up fluidly onto Snape’s lap. Before Snape could say anything however Harry was pressing his lips against the elder wizards, demanding attention. Snape relaxed easily into the kiss thoroughly devouring Harry’s mouth with his tongue as dominance was easily given. Spreading his legs over Snape’s lap Harry pressed himself against Snape’s chest. Unable to control his moan of need, and already beyond the point of being simply hard Harry stupidly reached from Snape’s hand on his waist and dragged it carelessly into his lap, forcing the long fingers to cup the tent of his trousers.
In a blinding second Harry found himself flat on his arse on the floor, staring groggily up at Snape who was towering above him angrily.
“We may have established your loyalty Mr. Potter, but I believe there are some areas of this relationship that still need serious work.” Snape spat sharply as he straightened his robe and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the tip of his index finger. Panting, needy and shocked Harry sat staring up at Snape, the elder wizard hardly having misplaced his dress despite Harry’s disarray. “You will not approach me for intimacy like that again nor will you expect me to put out anytime you feel like it.” Harry nodded quietly as he crawled to his knees in shame and kept his gaze from Snape’s. “Only I will initiate sexual activity between us. The only way you will show me you are interested in such activities will be your presence naked and knelt beside my side of the bed understand?” Again Harry nodded already feeling the moisture building in his eyes as he fought back tears. He’d been so good, so willing yet he’d ruined it all in one night. “I will take pleasure from you when and how I wish, and from now on in Harry, you are not allowed to say No to anything I ask of you. I am also asking you to refrain from masturbation unless I instruct you other wise. I will take pleasure from you and in turn you will trust me to fulfill your own needs, desires and pleasure.” Once more Harry nodded this time flinching a little as Snape reached down and with a firm hand under Harry’s chin, drew the boy’s face up to meet his own. The sparkling trail of tears down Harry’s cheeks glistened in the firelight, and Harry swallowed nervously as Snape brushed away the tears with his thumb as he stared into Harry’s green gaze. “You are forgiven tonight’s indiscretion Harry but if it happens again there will be suitable punishment. Now I suggest you bathe and get into bed for some sleep. If I am to claim you there are certain formal arrangements to be made, I am already trying the dark lord’s patience with my time wasting he will expect to see some evidence of my supposed plan, and far sooner than I probably would wish for.” Snape offered a hand down to help Harry from the floor but the boy politely refused as he hauled himself to his feet. With his guilty gaze still locked on the floor Harry apologized to Snape and thanked him for his leniency just as Snape had taught him to over the past two weeks. Snape nodded in acceptance and with a soft kiss on the corner of Harry’s lips, sent the boy to the bedroom in silence.
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“It’s dirty isn’t it?”
“What?” Harry smirked to himself as he stared at Snape who was quietly flipping through a pile of student essays he was marking. It had been over a week since Harry had moved into Snape’s quarters permanently, and despite the odd bruise and a few embarrassing moments Harry had been dealing with Snape’s new discipline tolerably well. Harry had learnt a lot about Snape’s private personal life in the past week. Harry assumed he was about the only person now in the entire world that new such private things about Snape’s life and he felt somewhat privileged he was allowed in. Admittedly Harry had been on his best behavior but like before things had become stale again and Harry was becoming restless.
“Your fantasy, it’s dirty. That’s why you’re making this so difficult.” Snape spared Harry a glare over the latest students work before returning to the offending parchment not bothering to dignify Harry’s statement with a reply. Harry shut his diary with a snap and pushed it aside before silently rising from his chair and stalking over to where Snape was sitting at his desk. Harry had tried all week to crack his homework for 101 but as yet he’d only seen his own fantasy’s reflected back at him. Snape was deliberately being awkward.
“Ron says he’s seen Hermione’s already.” Harry pushed one of Snape’s feather quills back and forth on the edge of the desk as he stared cautiously at the elder wizard who was still pointedly ignoring him. “They were in the shower together…”
“I am not in need of a bath of any kind Potter, so I suggest you direct this line of thought else where.” Snape snapped abruptly before Harry could continue about his friends. Harry pouted and slumped on the edge of the desk, carelessly pushing Snape’s things out of the way to make space for his backside. Snape grumped irritably as he slammed his work down and glared at Harry pointedly. “Potter.” Snape growled threateningly and Harry knew Snape’s temper was paper-thin but he’d had enough of waiting.
“I want to play Severus.” Harry tried to whisper seductively across the table at Snape who’d sat back in his chair and was staring at Harry with an unimpressed expression and raised eyebrow.
“Your broomstick is at the door Harry, you have my permission to find yourself a playmate for your games.” Harry folded his arms across his chest childishly. Snape wasn’t in the least moved by Harry’s display and instead waited patiently for the boy to snap.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Harry jumped off the edge of the desk and stalked angrily over to the small kitchenette to pour himself a glass of pumpkin juice. “I’m frustrated,”
“Clearly.” Severus muttered under his breath as Harry began pacing like a caged animal. Snape had seen this coming for some time, and was mildly impressed that Harry had lasted as long as he had. It was all a consequence of the bond they were forming, and no doubt now sharing accommodation things had reached boiling point. Things were just where Severus wanted them to be…
“You can’t tell me I haven’t been good, I’ve been the model submissive since you gave me the collar, surely you can’t still think I don’t want this!” Harry was trying to keep his tone of voice even despite his rising temper, if Snape detected any hint of defiance in him and he would be punished. Harry’s gaze flickered over to the ruler sitting under a stack of books on the corner of Snape’s desk. Inwardly Harry flinched as he remembered Tuesday evening when he’d fought with Snape about having his wand back, and the stinging slaps he’d received from the ruler at his mistrust. “I thought these relationships were about give and take on both sides, but it hasn’t exactly been equal so far has it? I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me, I’ve shown you that I want this but you’ve just….” Harry trailed off his pale face turning away from Snape’s who was still sitting casually in the chair behind his desk, watching the boy very carefully. “If you’ve no intention of holding up your end of the agreement then it’s pointless me being here. At least when I was still in the Gryfindor tower I had the luxury of a private bed and access to any amount of magazines.” Harry whispered again his cheeks stained with pink as he finally took a sip from his pumpkin juice that had been precariously sloshing in the glass as he’d paced the room.
“Congratulation’s Harry, I believe you’ve finally proved yourself.” Harry’s eyebrow’s shot up into his hairline in shock as Snape stood up from the behind the desk and circled around into the small kitchenette and lab to pour himself a drink.
“Pardon?” Harry muttered as he watched Snape lean against the central workbench and casually sip from his glass of water.
“I warned you Harry, that I expected nothing but complete submission to me, and me alone. I have been deliberately withholding myself from you, as a sort of test to see just how serious and loyal you were. Any submissive that can go as long as you have without dominant reciprocation, and guidance is definitely serious about their choice.” Harry’s shock turned abruptly to confusion as Snape led them out of the kitchenette and into the warm, glow of the living room. “Admittedly you have tried my patience on more than one occasion and I am rather proud of myself that my own will power hasn’t crumbled.” Snape paused and smiled coyly as he sat down in the armchair and gestured for Harry to come and sit beside him on the footstool. “I don’t believe I’ve ever had a student masturbating in bed beside me before.” Almost instantly Harry’s face flared in embarrassment, his eyes sliding closed in horror as he tried to hide beneath the bangs of his fringe. Harry hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t even realized he’d done it until the next morning. He’d been sure Snape hadn’t woken up and up until now he’d assumed he’d gotten away with it. “Don’t stress about it Potter, up until then I thought you’d done remarkably well without it, considering you’re a teenage boy.” Harry’s cheeks cooled a little as Snape’s hand came down to stroke gently under the collar around his neck, a soothing gesture Snape had made a habit of in the last week while they were in the privacy of Snape’s chambers.
“So you’re going to claim me for real then?” Harry almost purred as Snape drew his hand down over Harry’s shoulder blade and onto the boy’s throat that was exposed by his unbuttoned school shirt.
“Was there any doubt I wasn’t?” Snape’s voice washed over Harry liked a waterfall, such silken music causing the boy to shiver in anticipation. Harry shook his head and having turned on the stool climbed up fluidly onto Snape’s lap. Before Snape could say anything however Harry was pressing his lips against the elder wizards, demanding attention. Snape relaxed easily into the kiss thoroughly devouring Harry’s mouth with his tongue as dominance was easily given. Spreading his legs over Snape’s lap Harry pressed himself against Snape’s chest. Unable to control his moan of need, and already beyond the point of being simply hard Harry stupidly reached from Snape’s hand on his waist and dragged it carelessly into his lap, forcing the long fingers to cup the tent of his trousers.
In a blinding second Harry found himself flat on his arse on the floor, staring groggily up at Snape who was towering above him angrily.
“We may have established your loyalty Mr. Potter, but I believe there are some areas of this relationship that still need serious work.” Snape spat sharply as he straightened his robe and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the tip of his index finger. Panting, needy and shocked Harry sat staring up at Snape, the elder wizard hardly having misplaced his dress despite Harry’s disarray. “You will not approach me for intimacy like that again nor will you expect me to put out anytime you feel like it.” Harry nodded quietly as he crawled to his knees in shame and kept his gaze from Snape’s. “Only I will initiate sexual activity between us. The only way you will show me you are interested in such activities will be your presence naked and knelt beside my side of the bed understand?” Again Harry nodded already feeling the moisture building in his eyes as he fought back tears. He’d been so good, so willing yet he’d ruined it all in one night. “I will take pleasure from you when and how I wish, and from now on in Harry, you are not allowed to say No to anything I ask of you. I am also asking you to refrain from masturbation unless I instruct you other wise. I will take pleasure from you and in turn you will trust me to fulfill your own needs, desires and pleasure.” Once more Harry nodded this time flinching a little as Snape reached down and with a firm hand under Harry’s chin, drew the boy’s face up to meet his own. The sparkling trail of tears down Harry’s cheeks glistened in the firelight, and Harry swallowed nervously as Snape brushed away the tears with his thumb as he stared into Harry’s green gaze. “You are forgiven tonight’s indiscretion Harry but if it happens again there will be suitable punishment. Now I suggest you bathe and get into bed for some sleep. If I am to claim you there are certain formal arrangements to be made, I am already trying the dark lord’s patience with my time wasting he will expect to see some evidence of my supposed plan, and far sooner than I probably would wish for.” Snape offered a hand down to help Harry from the floor but the boy politely refused as he hauled himself to his feet. With his guilty gaze still locked on the floor Harry apologized to Snape and thanked him for his leniency just as Snape had taught him to over the past two weeks. Snape nodded in acceptance and with a soft kiss on the corner of Harry’s lips, sent the boy to the bedroom in silence.
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TBC>>>>