Taking

Title: Taking
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Part 3/7. Harry loses control during an Occlumency lesson in seventh year, and takes out two years worth of bottled up rage, anger and frustration on Severus Snape. This is an extremely dark piece dealing with sensitive issues such as rape/non-consensual sex, sexual abuse, and physical violence.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Genres: Romance, Angst, Darkfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, BDSM
Beta: The incredibly wonderful Sev1970
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated… jeckell_and_hyde@yahoo.com
Archive: We’d be thrilled, but please ask us first.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.

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IMPORTANT Authors\' Note:

Be FOREWARNED!!! This is NOT a typical fluffy, funny, sweet tale from either Taran or Magdelena. This is dark, very dark! See the appropriate warnings above before reading any further! Expect non-con/rape and violence! Proceed with caution.

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Chapter Three – Vanquishing Darkness


Severus grunted in surprise as Harry gripped his wrists tightly and pulled him back down. He looked at Harry with shock; fear creeping in as he saw the flashes of red in the eyes he loved. \'So much for a shower and breakfast first,\' he thought humourlessly. He took a deep breath and relaxed his body as much as he could, submitting to Harry willingly, regardless of the fact that it was the Dark Lord\'s anger that was directing the Gryffindor’s actions once again.

“Apparently, the fucking little slut didn’t learn his lesson last night,” Harry spat out venomously as he transferred both of Severus’ hands to one of his own, and grabbed the back of the Potions Master’s head pulling him down for a fierce kiss. He met no resistance as he plundered the man’s mouth.

“What, no begging, Severus? You plead so prettily.” Harry twisted their bodies, pushing the older wizard down onto the sofa and hovering over the man’s still form as he began scraping his fingernails down the length of the Potion Master’s body, nipping harshly with his teeth at the pebbled nipples, marking Severus’ chest, leaving bruise marks and traces of blood in his wake. “No bitter words? No scathing retorts? No pathetic entreaties for me to stop?”

In the back of Harry’s mind, he could feel a slight difference between this union and the one they had the night before. In brief flashes where he was able to rid himself of the cloud of haze and fury that filled his thoughts, he could see Severus wasn’t fighting, wasn’t crying, and it sparked something inside of him.

“It doesn’t matter you know, you can ignore me.” Harry gathered some of the partially dried semen that remained on the Potions Master’s chest from their earlier activities onto his fingers, and roughly breached Severus’ entrance. “I’m still going to fuck you, and I’m still going to possess you.”

With the exception of a slight flinch, Severus did not try to pull back as he had the last time Harry had done this, but instead sank willingly onto the fingers. Harry growled in frustration at not being able to get a reaction out of his victim and hastily removing his fingers, poised his straining cock at Severus’ opening.

“Even now, you’re still going to remain silent, are you?” Harry raised Severus’ legs to his shoulders, leaning as far forward over the older wizard as he could.

Severus took a deep breath and willed his body to relax, to accept the intrusion that was coming. He looked into Harry\'s bright eyes and smiled, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

\"I love you, Harry Potter. No matter what happens, I\'ll always love you,\" he said softly, preparing for the Dark Lord\'s angry and brutal entrance into his already abused arse.

Harry’s head suddenly throbbed with pain, as he stared down into the trusting obsidian eyes and heard the words that broke Voldemort’s hold over him. Deep in the recesses of his own mind, a small weak voice answered Severus’ declaration with one of his own, I love you, too.

It was nothing like the night before. Then, Harry’s faculties had slowly returned to him, making him unable to distinguish the fact that Voldemort had ever been present in his mind, bending and twisting his anger, frustration, and rage into something uncontrollable, unleashing all of his demons, all of his baser instincts. This time, however, Harry heard the unholy scream of pain from inside his own head as Voldemort was forcibly expelled from his mind.

Harry rocked back on his heels, and released Severus’ legs, his hands moving to cover his eyes and clutch at his pulsing scar. Then, as suddenly as the pain had come, it vanished.

“He’s gone,” Harry stated, relief flooding him as he slid his hands back from his face and through his sweaty locks. He looked down at Severus, his face full of adoration and love. “You did it; your words made him leave. Your love… I whispered them back to you from some place inside my head where he had a part of me trapped, and he couldn’t keep his hold over me when that happened I guess. I heard him shriek in pain and then he was gone.”

Severus smiled and pulled Harry down on top of him, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. He moaned happily as Harry bit and nibbled on his lips.

\"I love you so much, Harry,\" Severus whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around Harry\'s shoulders. He gave them a moment to relax again and let the tension melt away before nuzzling Harry\'s ear. \"Now, will you please fuck me?\" he asked softly.

Harry’s heart swelled at the sight of the man beneath him. Once again, the older wizard had saved his life. He reveled in the trust that Severus had in him, and yearned to prove to the Potions Master that he was worthy of that kind of faith. “Are you sure?”

Severus’ only answer was to wrap his legs around Harry’s waist, bucking his hips up against Harry’s pelvis.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Harry replied, before lowering his mouth once more to cover the Potions Master’s lips. He explored Severus’ mouth unhurriedly, gently bathing the battered flesh with his tongue. When he was finally satisfied that he had completely explored the older wizard’s mouth, he slowly began trailing kisses down Severus’ jaw.

He lowered his head to suckle at the base of Severus’ neck and heard the older wizard whimper in protest as a pair of strong legs tightened around him. Harry leaned up and fixed Severus with a glare. “Either we do this my way, or not at all. I didn’t have the chance to enjoy myself the first time, and I fully intend on relishing every moment of this.”

Receiving Severus’ nod of acquiescence, Harry resumed his task, kissing, licking, nipping and stroking his way gently, but firmly down the pale body, over sinuous muscles, and along old scars, whispering healing spells against the worst of the wounds as he passed them. When he finally had worked his way down to Severus’ throbbing length, he couldn’t resist suckling at the tip, sampling the salty essence of his lover. But instead of his mouth lowering down over Severus’ cock, he slid his tongue down the underside, licking a path towards his prize. He lifted Severus’ hips slightly and whispered one final healing spell against Severus’ bruised entrance. His tongue then laved the ring of muscle, circling once, then twice, teasing the flesh before darting inside.

Severus bit down on a finger as Harry\'s talented tongue worked its way inside him. He concentrated on the pain in his finger to keep from cumming too soon. When he tasted blood, he sucked on the little puncture wounds on his finger, but it wasn\'t enough to distract him.

\"Harry,\" he whined, his uninjured hand gripping at Harry\'s head. \"More… Please, Harry,\" he begged.

Harry’s one hand teased slowly at Severus’ cock as the other kept Severus’ leg angled. He continued his task unhurriedly, feeling as the rings of muscle slowly relaxed against the probes of his thrusting tongue. He knew that his attentions were driving Severus close to the edge, and when he felt Severus’ hand sliding through his hair, and heard his whimpered pleas for more, Harry’s own need conquered his desire to continue at his languid pace.

He placed a wet kiss against Severus’ inner thigh, and then rested back on his lower legs. He muttered a lubrication spell as he arranged Severus’ hips onto a pillow from the sofa. He positioned himself between Severus’ thighs, and chuckled as he heard Severus sigh, annoyed at the care he was taking to prepare him.

“Don’t ‘sigh’ at me you git. Let me take care of you this once. Let me do this right. You’re still too sore for anything rough today. It’s either my way, or no way. Which will it be?” The head of Harry’s cock nudged at Severus’ entrance, his hands holding the other wizard’s hips firmly, not allowing him to further impale himself until he was satisfied that his demands would be met. His face grimaced, and his muscles tensed, physical evidence of the restraint he was forcing himself to have when all he wanted to do was to bury himself inside and fuck the older man hard and fast.

Severus huffed. \"I finally get a caring, loving, tender lover... and it\'s not what I want!\" He smirked up at his lover and stretched up to kiss him. \"As you wish, my love,\" he said softly, his breath brushing across Harry\'s warm, moist lips.

Harry released a hand from Severus’ hip and settled it at the base of Severus’ neck, lowering his lips to close the remaining space between them. His tongue easily parted Severus’ slightly opened lips and he eagerly suckled the Potions Master’s tongue into his mouth as he leaned down over Severus’ body and slowly slid inside of the welcoming heat of his lover’s channel inch by inch. Severus was so tight that Harry could barely control himself. He knew his slow progress was almost as much for himself as it was for Severus; if he went any quicker he would explode immediately.

When he had finally completely sheathed himself, he stopped, breaking the kiss and panting harshly, sweat dripping from him. “Oh fuck, you feel so good; so fucking tight. I almost can’t stand it. Severus, I need to move.”

Harry felt Severus’ hips buck up against him, and readily complied with his lover’s unspoken assent. He drew back his hips until just the head of his cock was buried, then slowly slid back inside. He moaned appreciatively at the feeling of Severus’ muscles contracting around him as he thrust. He continued at the slow pace for only a few strokes, building a rhythm. He moved one foot down to the floor, trying to angle for better leverage on the too small sofa, and was pleased to hear Severus cry out beneath him.

“Felt good, did that?” Harry snickered, knowing that he had inadvertently found the perfect angle to brush against Severus’ prostate. He propped one of his hands on the back of the sofa, and began increasing the power behind his thrusts. “How does that feel then?”

\"Harry!\" Severus gasped out, throwing his head back as Harry continued to pound into his prostate with every thrust. \"More... Oh, Gods! ... Harder, Harry,\" he panted, begging and pleading as he pushed back, meeting each inward motion. He shifted on the narrow sofa, trying to take Harry\'s steel-hard cock deeper and harder. \"Harder, Harry!\"

He gave a frustrated growl and collapsed back on the sofa as Harry did the exact opposite of what he wanted. His lover slowed down, easing gently in and out, teasing him mercilessly. He felt his cock soften against his stomach. He was almost frustrated enough to shove Harry off of him and go for his shower after all.

The sound of Severus’ voice growling at him spurred Harry into action. No matter how much he wanted to take it easy with Severus, and tease his lover to try to make this experience last forever, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gave into Severus’ pleas, and began pounding into his lover harder and harder, gripping the slim hips firmly. “Is this what you want, love? You want me pumping into you hard?”

Harry pulled Severus down flat on the sofa, and moved his position slightly so that he could slam against Severus’ prostate with every stroke. His hips pistoned in and out of his lover while he leaned down over the Potions Master, snagging one of Severus’ nipples between his teeth. He alternately suckled and nipped down lightly on the sensitive bud.

He felt as Severus began once again to push back against him, meeting his thrusts. Harry gritted his teeth, forcibly staving off his orgasm, and inadvertently bit down sharply on Severus’ nipple.

As Harry drew blood from his nipple, Severus\' mouth opened in a silent scream and his cock went from flaccid to shooting semen over his and Harry\'s chests, within moments. His entire body tensed into a tight knot, and he continued trying to scream his passion, but his voice was locked down by the intensity of his climax, all he could do was give animalistic grunts.

Harry’s own need was spurred on both by feeling Severus’ muscles clenching around him as he reached his peak, as well as the delicious sounds his lover’s orgasm were eliciting from the typically stoic man. He quickly pulled out, hearing Severus’ whimper of protest as he did, and encouraged Severus to turn over and face the rear of the sofa. As Severus gripped the back of the sofa, resting his head against the cushion, Harry positioned himself, and without hesitation slid inside the welcoming heat.

He leaned down over Severus’ back, trailing his tongue and teeth up the Potions Master’s spine, as he once again started hammering his cock in and out of his lover. He breathed in the scent of sex and sweat, and bit down into the flesh at the juncture of Severus’ neck and shoulder, his hand twisting in Severus’ hair so he could have better access to the smooth, pale flesh.

“Fuck, Severus, do you know how utterly debauched you look?” he asked, his tongue snaking out to bathe the injured tissue. “I hope that you understand that no one will ever have you like this again but me. I’m never letting you go; never giving this up.”

Severus closed his eyes and leaned into Harry, giving his body and soul with complete abandonment. He panted and moved into Harry\'s every thrust, moaning and whimpering with every word. As Harry\'s hand crept up his throat, Severus grabbed it and held it tight against his chest, holding on as though his life depended on it.

\"Yes, always yours. Don\'t leave me, Harry,\" he whispered so softly he didn\'t think Harry could have heard it even if there was no other sound in the room.

Though the words were barely breathed out, Harry heard them. He had always found Severus’ voice to be such an aphrodisiac, that he had found over the years that he could hone in on the sound of the silky baritone even in a room full of people. Harry wanted to reply so badly, and to reassure Severus of his utter devotion and love, but all he could manage was an incoherent groan as the utter intimacy of Severus’ fingers wrapping around his own and the barely spoken declaration brought Harry over the edge.

He gripped Severus’ hip tightly with one hand, stroking erratically into his lover until with one final thrust of his hips, he came hard, spilling himself deep inside his lover. Harry held himself still for a moment, legs trembling with the stress. He slowly withdrew his over sensitized cock from Severus’ entrance and then fell back onto the sofa, gathering Severus onto his lap, panting harshly, exhausted from both the physical and emotional exertion as well as the mental battle from Voldemort’s earlier control.

Severus curled up in Harry\'s lap, his head tucked under Harry\'s chin, his slender legs pulled against his chest. He slowly trailed his fingers up and Harry\'s sweaty chest and stomach. He could feel their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

\"Only yours. I love you,\" he spoke into Harry\'s neck, sending vibrations through his lover\'s skin.

“And I love you, always.” Harry gently soothed Severus’ hair back from his face, cuddling the Potions Master tightly to his chest, not wanting to ruin the wonderfully intimate moment. However, Harry knew that if indeed their relationship was going to survive, that he needed to understand a great deal more about why Severus had reacted to him in certain ways.

Harry was no fool. It was obvious to him that someone had hurt Severus before, and hurt him badly. He thought back to Severus’ acquiescence to the rape the night before, and knew in his heart that if he had physically attacked the man instead, that Severus would have provided him with one hell of a bitter fight up until the end. Instead, Severus’ compliance to the sexual assault suggested that he had learned a long time ago that submitting was easier than struggling.

Harry had been shocked at Severus’ obvious desire to be dominated during their sexual encounter. The Gryffindor’s fantasies had been filled with scenes such as the one that had occurred, though he had scarcely hoped to dream that Severus would allow him that level of control. Before the next time they were together, Harry needed to have Severus’ assurance that he was freely giving himself in such a manner, and not out of fear of retribution.

Harry also knew that Voldemort being back inside his head was only one of the problems he himself was facing. Until they found a way to keep Voldemort at bay permanently, there was also Harry’s anger to deal with. What if his anger got the better of him when Severus wasn’t around? Harry lost his temper around most everyone today, and he couldn’t risk hurting anyone else as he had already done to Severus.

These thoughts brought him right back to the man he loved more than life, the man he intended to spend eternity with if he was allowed the chance. Harry sighed audibly, and gently lifted a hand to Severus’ face, encouraging the Potions Master to meet his gaze.

“It’s time we got some breakfast, and pretty soon we’re going to have to re-enter the real world, but before we do, I think we need to talk.”

~TBC~


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