Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

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Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else…

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Totem

Chapter 3

The world was strangely indistinct, almost reverberating around him. His eyes kept trying to focus. There was an image of his room and then …an afterimage like two pictures drawn on top of each other. He kept squeezing his eyes shut. Forcing one image into focus when he opened his eyes, the other there when he closed his eyes. Open he saw his bedchambers. Closed he saw the view from the roof of Hogwarts as darkening clouds gathered around. He felt an urge to go there to pull the two images into one. As he lifted himself from the bed and put his weight on his legs his body recalled the brutal fucking he had received. His muscles, stiff and soar, had a better memory of the events than his mind. They told him the tale in painful chorus. Harry had done this. Was this the spell he felt or the after effect of …Oh God… he shook as it came back to him. The insatiable drive, the feeling of endless climax, and the elation of how Harry moved inside him. The room suddenly felt very empty. He turned to confirm that Harry was indeed absent. Careful slow steps got him to his chamber door. He took a robe to cover himself. All he needed was Pomfrey to spot him wandering naked through the halls. He painstakingly made his way up to the roof of the castle.

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Harry leaned on the wall of the castle roof watching the storm gain it’s strength. The wind was already picking up sending it’s chilling breath over his bare chest. //What have I done? Will he forgive me? I may have lost the only thing left for me in this world. But I had, too. I had to protect him. Just this once, like he’s always protected me. // Harry’s mind stilled as he began to watch flashes of lighting bounce from the clouds, eventually the rumbling of thunder met his ears. He became aware of some one approaching. He watched the storm and he waited.

By the time he reached the roof Snape had worked out most of his stiffness and pain. The first sight of Harry leaning against the wall looking out at the storm made Snape’s heart leap. It was all he could do to not run to the man and wrap himself around him. There was no way he could retain his cold steal façade after all of this, especially when his belly swam with want and need just at the sight of him. // I have never desired anything as much as I desire this person. // Looking at Harry’s young body Snape was conscious of the years that separated them. How could someone like Harry want him? Perhaps Harry just needed him for the spell and whatever exchange they had made was over, done, leaving Snape to wrestle with this dark unfulfilled lust for the remainder of eternity. That was usually his luck. The whole reason he had hated James Potter and his son was that they had the luck that had always escaped Snape. Jealousy and envy matured into hate and despise. Maybe this wasbe hbe his punishment for all the wrong he had done in his life to the love the one who could never love him back? The need to be near Harry overcame his dark, degrading thoughts and he moved out onto the roof toward the object of his affection.

As he felt the other man draw near Harry spoke stiookiooking out over the landscape. “I’m sorry,” Harry’s soft voice uttered. “I should have talked to you before the spell. There wasn’t any time. It just kinda took over.” //After all you opened the damn gate by fucking me completely out of my mind. // “Are you alright?” Harry turned towards his consort. He longed to reach out and touch the man again, to feel those arms, the strength the lay with in them. // Please, please don’t hate me. //

“Did it work?”

// Well, golden auras on the astral plane, the mingling spirits, the explosive physical response, so far so good. // “What did you see when you first awoke?”

“My room and ….this.” Snape pointed out at the expanse of the horizon.

Harry nodded affirmatively. “It seams to have worked.”

“You took a risk not telling me.”

Harry looked away from Snape to the clouds again. “It wouldn’t have mattered, it doesn’t work unless both participants want it to. We’d already proven that by coming together the first time. The spell, has a life or purpose of it’s own. It saw the opportunity to be fulfilled and took it. Do you know what it is, what it did?” // What I did? //

Snape had recognized some of the elements of a binding ritual and while he didn’t really know why Harry or the spell had chosen to cast over the two of them he knew it had a purpose. The same purpose as always: to save Harry’s life. Harry looked ill at ease so Snape leaned in to kiss his cheek and rub his hand up and down Harry’s back hoping the simple physical contact would reassure the man that he had willingly submitted to the mysterious ritual. He had always and would always do anything to keep Harry safe. Not because he was the savior of wizard kind but because it was Harry. He had tried to not fall in love with him, denied it at every turn but fate has her own strange methods of getter her way.

The touch drew Harry from the darkening clouds to his love. Severus Snape had been a terrifying stature of a man when Harry first came to Hogwarts with a voice that sent shivers down one’s spine. He still made Harry shiver but now it was in anticipation of being touched just as he was being touched now. “I need you.” Harry whispered as he turned into the gathering arms and took hold of Snape’s body, his question forgotten in the heaven of their kiss.

Fat droplets of rain splattered over the entwined bodies as they collided with one another. Neither man seamed to care that the rain had begun. The lightning and thunder were converging on each other as the two did likewise grasping and reaching for the other body wanting to come together yet again.

There was s strange tingling traveling through Snape’s body pushing away the ache and tiredness as they came together. Harry grazed a leg along his outer thigh urging him on. Harry’s quiet throaty voice implored Snape; ‘touch me, taste me, feel me’. The younger man’s moans filled Snape’s senses. He did everything Harry begged for and more. He kissed his mouth, his throat, his chest. He suckled each perk heaving nipple. His hands left no place unexplored. He ravaged the wet supple body in the pelting rain.

Harry found himself pushed against the wall. Their bodies were becoming slick in the cold rain. He lifted his legs up around Snape feeling a sharp thrill as their cocks slid against one another. Water dripped from Snape onto him. There were rivers running over the fine curves of muscle and bone. He drank the water from the man’s collar licking up his throat and then dived into his mouth. His hands griped fistfuls of long wet hair as they devoured each other. He ignored the grit of the stone on his back. He pulsed his hips forward against the hard body. “Give me more!” he pleaded. He made an impatient whimper as a finger roughly stoked his entrance. ‘Oh please, please,” he breathed as they shift so Snape could be under him. Two fingers entered his needful body and stoked his joy. He moaned appreciatively. Harry pulled back and looked into his lover’s eyes beforefeltfelt the surge of hard flesh taking him.

Snape held Harry’s gaze through half lidded lustful eyes, he was already wallowing in heady ecstasy when he was surrounded by hot tightness. His hard shaft was enveloped in the warmth of Harry’s body. The sound of the crashing thunder, the blinding flashes of light set the pounding rhythm of their joining. He wanted to tell Harry how much he loved him, how good his body felt. He wanted to tell Harry that nothing else existed in the world but them. Unlike the man he was impaling he seamed to be speechless. So he moved faster, deepening his penetration, reaching further and further inside telling Harry how much he loved him.

Harry felt the message loud and clear. The deep fulfilling thrusts told a story of love and passion he never thought he would experience, especially not with this man. This beautiful, powerful man taking him so perfectly making him cry out to the tumultuous sky. “Severus!” Harry threw his head back and exploded between them.

Only moments later, Snape came in flash of lightning and thunder that shook the castle. His cry was swallowed by the storm in a great rumble of thunder. He released Harry from his place on the wall. Their eyes met, unashamed and wondrous with the pleasure of each other. As if suddenly realizing it was raining the two drenched men gathered their discarded garments and walked together towards the portico.

Harry stopped before they left the open sky and turned the other to face him. “I love you,” Harry proclaimed in the pouring rain.

Snape reached for Harry’s face sweeping away the wet hair. “I love you, too.” They stayed locked in this moment barely touching, barely breathing before the rain slicked bodies slid together again and they took each other arm and arm inside from the storm.

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The summer storm had set an unusual chill about he castle. Harry and Snape lay together on the couch in Snape’s study wrapped in soft warm blankets with a roaring fire. For the first time in eons Harry felt content resting on Snape’s gently rising chest hearing his lovers blessed heart beating. He thought again, it was good to be at Hogwarts.

Snape kissed the top of Harry’s head every now and again, his hands gently caressing the back of the man resting sohtlyhtly on top of him. “Where did you learn the spell?”

“In Egypt. Ron’s brother told me about a tomb that was recently discovered to be that of a wizard. We went and I got lost.”

“Typical.” Snape snorted.

Harry pinched Snape in retaliation.

“Sorry, old habits die hard.”

“Careful or that won’t be the only thing that dies ’hard’.”

Snape responded with a signature raised brow then went back to his questioning. “What does it do?”

Harry settled back down onto Snape. “Lots of things, nothing. It adapts to the needs of the …participants. It’s basically a binding spell but what, who, and why changes the outcome. It had been used in times of famine when people were afraid of loosing their families. They bound the week to the strong and thus survived. Protecting one another, sharing their strength. Another use is for soul mates who never wanted to be parted. The spell itself has a desire to protect. I heard it call to me like it knew I needed it. Its requirements are simple some kind of ingestation: a kiss, the drinking of blood, sex just some kind of physical exchange and either a participant or a mediator who can speak parsletongue.”

It sounded like a damn lecture. Harry didn’t really want to go on. There was so much he couldn’t explain. He found himself whishing Snape would just take his mouth and make him stop talking.

“What does it mean for us?” Snape thought about the experience of the golden forms. What had the spell chosen for them? Did Harry even know?

“I think we are eternally bound. Our souls will never loose each other in this world or any other. What that means…I have no idea. but….” Harry closed his eyes sinking further into the body below him. //I don’t want to tell him about this …// “… she told me… I had to find my source…. the thing or the person that kept me going, before he did. When she said it, the spell it ….. You were my first thought and the spell, it surged …it just…” Thinking about it made Harry tremble. He felt weak again so needful and dependant. Snape’s gentle rubbing on Harry’s back turned into a firm embrace steadying him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I‘ve done but I had to protect you from him…I had to.”

“What? What are you talking about? How does this protect me? Who told you all this?”

Harry was sobbing clutching at Snape “I can’t…..I… I don’t know… she just said to find it and the spell knew what to do where to go and then she…he…Oh god Severus what he did to her.” Harry flashed to the place he had been trying to avoid. Rushing into the field to find her too late. She was split down the center arms and legs stretched out taunt while he devoured her.

“Who Harry?”

“Trelawny…she said I had to find my source and bind to it before Voldemorte could devour it.” He buried himself in Snape’s body. // Another person dead because of me. Someone murdered trying to save me. I am the bloody devil. I am death for all those who would dare to love me. Will it happen to him, too? //

Snape held onto Harry as he put the broken sentences together. “It’s alright, Harry. You don’t have to think about it now. You don’t have to fight. Just feel me, ok.” Snape planted tender kisses over the painfully beautiful face. “I’m not going anywhere. I am right here, with you.” His arms wrapped around the other body and Harry relaxed in the secure embrace. “That’s it. Just breath for me.” Time seemed to stop as the two men lay together listening to the crackle of the fire.

Harry had ceased crying completely spent of energy and emotion. He would have melted away to nothing if Snape had not been there to hold onto him. They would come for him soon. He would have to explain everything to the Ministry. Dumbledore would stall them as long as he could to give Harry as much time as possible. Still this would end, this quiet reverie. Harry grazed a hand over Snape’s bare chest. It rose and fell hypnotically. Harry kissed the pale flesh noticing the multitude of silver scars. He traced them with his fingers. Voldemorte’s whip. It left undeniably distinct marks. Snape moaned and shifted. Harry began circling his finger around a rose red bud of flesh. He ran his thumb over it and felt Snape quickly gasp for air. Harry bent down and caressed it with his lips letting his tongue just taste the top of the protrusion. Snape was breathing heavily emitting a soft constant moan. Harry let his tongue fondle the delicate flesh. He ran back and forth against the firm nub feeling it resist the softness of his tongue. Then he sucked it into his mouth. A hand clutched the hair at the back of Harry’s neck and Snape arched his back raising them up off the couch a bit. Harry was being slow and careful extracting each delicious moan. He slid down and adjusted to treat the other nipple in similar fashion.

Snape growled at the tension Harry was slowly building inside him. He was still drifting in that hazy space between sleep and awake. Harry could have been a dream touching him like this. He felt the weight leaving his chest. Gently his legs were opened. One drift down to the floor as the other was lifted up over the back of the furniture. Harry kissed the soft white flesh of his inner thighs, his hands kneading at the muscles of his legs. Snape ached for Harry to settle into the heat of his groin. His breath came in heavy sharp thrusts. He begged for the teasing to stop. Hot breath swathed his arousal as Harry crossed over to attend the other thigh. “Please.” Snape moaned as Harry worshiped him with his mouth and his fingertips.

Harry brushed his lips against the underside of Snape’s twitching hardness. His fingers tenderly fondled the heavy sacks below. The muscles in Snape’s beautiful legs tensed as he tried to push for more contact. Harry looked up. Snape was quite a sight. His black hair strewn about, eyes closed tight and his mouth agape. His arms rose above his head clutching at the arm of the couch as the expansive chest billowed and collapsed. Harry licked the sensitive tip and watched the pleasure roll up from Snape’s hips to the hands above his head. “Please.” He groaned again. Harry let his tongue dance at the base of Snape’s cock and then slid south to the tight pucker. He let one finger trace lightly along the length of the engorged organ as he suckled Snape’s hole. Legs lifted giving Harry greater access. Harry kissed the tight hole, the perineum, the soft sacks and then all the way to the top of Snape’s quivering need.

The tension in Snape’s body was unbelievable. Harry had aroused him into such a state of desire he didn’t care if it ever stopped. His head was lolling left and right his hands permanently fixed to that arm of the couch. “Hhhhhharrry…ooooohhhhhh Haaaaryyyyyyy.” His urgent desire was swallowed whole by Harry’s hot wet mouth. ‘GOD!!! oh Holy….” Harry was still moving slowly, his mouth descending and ascending in a patient torturous rhythm. Fingers massaged his aching balls and still others pushed inside him. It was too much at once. Snape began to thrash about searching for more contact, les contact he didn’t care he just needed Harry to move!
The maddening touches were gone. Snape calmed and opened his eyes. Harry was looming above him.

Harry looked down at the impassioned creature he had made. He loved the sight of Snape in compete abandon; tormented by the very thing he wanted the most. Harry poised himself to enter his beloved potions master. His own cock weeping profusely. Holding back had been almost as hard for him. “I want to see you this time. I want to see everything.” Harry pushed forward. Snape winced as the hard rod pierced his tender flesh. “Oh… Severus, you feelgoodgood.” Harry was fully seated waiting for his body to be ready to move again. He pulled out slowly and then pressed in again. It was a long deliberate rhythm. “It’s only me this time.” Harry whispered as he slowly stroked Snape’s insides. “No spell controlling my words or my body… just me plunging inside your sweet cavern…” Harry kissed just in front of Snape’s ear. “ Me taking you… ungh …. taking you…for my own.” Harry’s words fell into moans as he lost himsel the the bliss of Snape’s body. “oh love, oh my precious love…”

If there was any doubt in Snape’s mind of Harry’s feelings it was gone now. It felt so right to be here with him inside. He looked back into Harry’s gaze. Snape realized, looking into Harry’s eyes and ing ing the body inside him, how lonely he had been and how much he had desired to be loved like this. He wanted to give Harry something, everything. These words filled his mind and spilled out from his lips: “Fill my house with your body. This is your home. This is where you belong, buried inside me.” Snape’s climax shook through him violently. He cried for Harry as Harry’s body continued to infiltrate Snape expanding the ripples of his pleasure making the climax last longer than he thought possible.

Harry was qly gly gaining speed. The tight hot thrusts dictating his breathing. //Home, a place to belong, to live… inside him. // His muscles tightened, forcing his body into sharper, harder thrusts. His heart pounded and his lungs screamed for air as he pushed his body tot he limit of endurance. He strained to edge over the precipice. // A little more, a little more. // Then he was flooded with release.

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Harry’s eyes fluttered open. He could vaguely remember dragging Snape off the couch and into bed. They were both exhausted. The last two days had been difficult. Hell, their whole lives had been difficult. But they had found each other and maybe that would make up for the past. Harry studied the sleeping man next to him. // Professor Severus Snape is myer. er. I am in love with Hogwarts most reviled teacher. // Harry smiled, //and he loves me. // Harry slid his hand along the stern jaw line and watched as the dark haired man stirred in his sleep. He continued to study all the features of Snape’s face letting the feeling of love and warmth fill him. He had waited his whole life to feel like this. He would not waste a minute of it. He smiled as beautiful coal black eyes gracefully opened. “Hi…” Harrispeispered. He knew he was beaming at this terror of a man. Snape cocked a surly eyebrow that only made Harry’s grin widen and induced him to peck the dark man’s lips. Harry caught a rare smile light briefly upon Snape’s lips before the man sat up and pushed back the blankets. Harry sighed and stretched, watching Snape’s naked body move through the room. He left and came back a moment later to settle a tray on the bed. Harry was happy to see fresh fruit and toast with some nicusagusages. Tucked under one plate was an owl. Snape was off in the washroom so Harry opened it alone knowing pretty much what it was.
‘The Ministry of Magic humbly requests Mr. Harry Potter attend a hearing of the events involving the untimely demises of one Miss Trelawny…..blah blah blah”

Snape had returned again and sat next to Harry taking an apple. “When do you have to go?”

“Today.” Harry leaned back against the headboard. “Will you come with me?”

“Didn’t think you were afraid of old Cornelius Fudge?” Snape sneered.

“I’m not. I just don’t want you out of my sight for that long. What if one of your old students returns to seduce you? Who would be here to protect your precious virtue?”

Snape snarled at Harry as the younger man laughed and pulled him close.

“We have more to talk about, you know,” said Snape seriously.

“I know.” Harry replied as he wrapped himself around Snape. “One trial at a time.”

Snape nodded and gave Harry a tight squeeze before they both got up and prepared to leave.

~TBC~

Note from craxy: Wow, response has been overwhelming. Thank you. I hope the rest will live up to your expectations…I promise we will find out more about the spell and it’s effects la
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