What the Devil Wants

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Harry consciously turned over onto his side, with his back to the center of the bed as Severus finally climbed into bed beside him. Harry had no idea how late it was or what Snape had been doing for so long all he knew was that he’d lay there in silence staring at the darkness of the canopy above him, sleep eluding him entirely. Every time Harry closed his eyes he saw the disappointed gaze in Severus eyes when he’d stepped out of the place and it made Harry shudder in worry. Self-doubt had settled in nicely beside his guilt and sadness, so for the past two hours he’d done nothing but question himself about his decision to be with Snape. All the worry and guilt had not however dissuaded his so far neglected cock that despite not being fully hard as it had been earlier was still uncomfortably thick, heavy and throbbing between his legs. Not wanting to have Snape feel his frustration again, and not willing to embarrass himself Harry turned over as soon as the bed dipped with Snape’s weight.

Harry tried not to stiffen awkwardly as Snape rolled up behind him, a possessive hand coming to rest on Harry’s waist beneath the thin nightshirt he wore.

“Harry.” Snape’s gentle voice ghosted across the back of Harry’s neck. Closing his eyes Harry pretended to be asleep but he knew it was pointless. “I think you need to complete your homework for 101, I’m calling another class for Friday.”

“Now?” Harry whispered in reply having given up pretending to be asleep when such a strange request had come up. Harry felt Snape nod against his shoulder, and Harry tried to look over his shoulder to see the man’s expression to determine weather he was serious or not.

“Close your eyes.” Snape whispered softly as Harry looked skeptically back at him. “Just do it Potter.” Snape snapped irritably when it became clear Harry had no intention of closing them.

“Fine.” Muttering to himself Harry lay back down against the pillow and closed his eyes. It was pointless trying this when he was tired, if Voldemort couldn’t crack Severus Snape then what chance did Harry have.

“Now, focus on a memory of us both. A good memory with just the two of us, at a time when you felt like there was no one else in the world aside from us.” Harry screwed his nose up as he began trawling through his memories searching for just one occasion when he’d felt how Snape had described. A grimace swept over Harry’s face as the only occasion that came to mind was when he’d been caught looking in Severus’ pensieve. “Not that one Potter.” Snape growled mildly angry at Harry’s lack of thought. Harry bit his lip nervously as he closed his eyes again trying to block off Snape’s presence in his mind as he searched for another memory.

‘Second year, second term. Quidditch practice. Harry had assumed he was alone, ducking and weaving dangerously between the Quidditch stands and laughing like a wildman. He’d come out of a soaring dive in front of the Slytherin stand, and he’d seen him. Tucked in the shadows, wrapped in his cloak as protection against the wind, onyx eyes watched him. It had been a split second before a wind gust had caught his broom from under him. Spiraling towards the ground he’d lost sight of the elder wizard and by the time he’d landed with a heavy thud and regained his senses the man had gone, leaving him breathless but excited.’ Harry unconsciously moved back into the curve of Snape’s body as he felt the elder wizards gentle caress of his chosen memory. Harry entire body melted into Snape’s warmth, and all that seemed to exist was the soft breeze of the man’s steady breath on his neck, and the gentle rise and fall of the wizard’s chest against his back.

“Harry.” Someone was calling his name and he opened his eyes only to find himself running through a tree lined avenue. He could feel raindrops hitting his face and soaking his already drenched clothes as he continued to run up the path. He took an abrupt left for some reason off the path and came crashing, laughing breathlessly into a relatively dry and empty barn. He did not have time to look around before a far larger, wetter object came crashing into him from behind to knock him over into the pile of fresh dry straw. “Severus, you’re heavy.” He didn’t recognize his own voice as he laughed and was rolled over onto his back to face the elder wizard lying atop of him. Harry stared at Snape in awe. The man was different, younger, less tired, and far less pale than Harry knew him now. “I thought you said it wasn’t going to rain.”
“I made no promises Harry.”
“Perhaps no promises but you knew we’d get wet.”
“That was inevitable, we were going swimming.”
“That’s not the point Severus.”
“Then what is the point?”
He didn’t reply as Snape’s lips came down onto his, silencing the words that might have escaped otherwise. Harry felt himself melt into Snape’s skillful hands, as the kiss intensified and the wet layers of clothes between them were tugged off piece by piece. Shuddering Harry gasped loudly as Snape’s warm hands mapped his smooth naked body, generously pausing at each place that caused Harry to writhe in ecstasy. Inhaling deeply Harry let the heady aroma of rain, straw and the scent unique to Severus ensnare his body. Snape’s kisses had stopped but something far more intimate made Harry shake from head to toe. The warm wet muscle of the man’s tongue flicking over Harry’s puckered entrance made the boy gasp Severus’ name, his own hands twisting painfully in Severus’ wet black hair. The moment moved on far too quickly for Harry, who felt somewhat cheated at not experiencing it all. In a flash Harry was arching his back, his legs locked around Snape’s waist as they rocked together. Sweat mixed with rain dripped down Snape’s forehead and onto Harry’s face as they panted together. Something was missing though. The feeling Harry had had before with the other things they’d done was missing. Harry could see himself gasping in ecstasy, he could see how tense his body was against Severus, how his hands gripped at the elder man’s forearms as they rode the wave of pleasure. Yet Harry couldn’t feel a thing. Together they climaxed, Snape groaning as he possessively caught Harry’s neck in a stinging bite, while Harry still devoid of feeling watching himself scream Snape’s name, his head thrown back in wild abandonment.”

“Fucking hell.” Harry awoke with a sharp icy slap and a breathless grunt of frustration. It was dark in the bedroom, the fire having died down to just a few smoldering embers that created an eerie glow against the wall. “That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.” Harry whispered to himself having assumed Snape was still asleep beside him.

“Yes that was one of my more clichéd fantasies but it does the trick.” Harry sat up abruptly and glanced at the empty space beside him in bed before squinting into the darkness of the room beyond. A shadowed figure stood against the doorframe.

“Severus?” Harry whispered cautiously as the elder wizard flicked his wand at the fireplace, re igniting the embers and casting a much more practical light about the room. As Harry’s eyes focused in the new light, he felt his body shiver as he finally saw Snape. The wizard was dressed in a very familiar robe, an emotionless mask of white clutched in his right hand while he held his left arm painfully against his chest. Harry swallowed fearfully as he reached up to his own scar only to find a smear of fresh blood on his forehead.

“For my dirty one’s you’ll have to work harder.” Snape stepped away from the doorframe ignoring Harry’s expression of concern.

”Don’t go.” Harry berated himself for sounding so damn pathetic when he knew there was no other options. Snape was still a servant of the dark lord no matter who his partner in life was, and as much as Harry wanted to cure the dark mark on Severus’ arm he knew too that it was impossible. Snape huffed in mild amusement as he came to stand beside Harry in bed.

“And what do you suggest I do instead Potter? Invite him here for tea and pumpkin scones?” Harry knew when he was being mocked and so nodded quietly in acknowledgement of his stupidity. “Here take this.” Harry glanced up from his chest as Snape untucked Harry’s wand from the sleeve of his robe. Harry hadn’t touched his wand in over two weeks, and it felt strange being given back his source of power when all he wanted was to be under Snape’s powerful protection. “Just in case something happens.” Snape whispered by way of explanation as he leant down and pressed a chaste kiss against Harry’s lips.

”When will you be back?” Snape pulled away from Harry and strode from the bedroom into the dimly lit, quiet lounge room. Harry scrambled from the warmth of the covers and scuttled after Snape into the living room, where Snape was just pulling on his mask as the fire place roared into life.

“When he’s done with me. Be careful Potter.” With a sad twitch of a smile, Severus pulled down his mask and hood and disappeared into the flames, leaving Harry alone, cold and strangely frightened.

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TBC>>>>

*Wanders in whistling a tune* Oh me, Oh my such a long absence, I hope you all coped because I bloody well didn't......*Grrrr* Real Life sucks arse.