Such a Thin Line

"BLACK

Title: Such a Thin Line 3/?
By: Annabella
Rating: NC-17
Paring: SS/HP
Summary: Severus and Harry deal with some minor issues in their growing relationship.

Authors Notes: Hello again. This story just won't leave me alone. ::swats pesty plot bunnies in head again:: Hope you are all still enjoying reading this. Please e-mail with any comments or suggestion: prinepaw@madbbs.com

Disclaimers:


I do not own any rights to the drug Viagra, nor am I promoting its used. As with any drug please see your doctor before using it, some have nasty side effects. However, on the behalf of the millions of women and men that husbands or boyfriends take this wonder drug"”thank you!

I don't own any HP characters"”I just play with them, than return them when I'm done. Snape is heavily overdue.


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"BLACK!" My lover shouts back to my godfather. My godfather who's standing in my lover's bedroom while said lover and godson are completely and utterly naked. This can't be good. It's obvious what we've been doing and the sheet that fully covered us when we drifted off to sleep is now down around our waists. I quickly pull the sheet up. With it pulled up around my neck I feel somewhat safer, more protected from the very red faced, pissed off man across the room.

"SNAPE!" Sirius hisses, "What have you done to my godson?" The venom is thick in his voice. This could get very nasty, very fast. I grab my wand from the bedside table.

"I've done nothing to my lover that he didn't what me to do, Black." Severus throws the covers off and climbs out of bed. He's butt-arse naked stalking toward Sirius. My godfather's eyes go wide with being presented with Severus' well-endowed naked body. "Now if you would so kindly leave we could get dressed and have a normal, civil, and adult conversion," he calmly states, sarcasm dipping from each word as if he didn't believe that the prospect of he said could be possible. By the look on Sirius face I don't believe it either.

Years of battle training have made me very quick and precise. I'm not more so glad for that fact than right now. As soon as Severus turned his back on him, Sirius raised his wand. Within seconds of this, and before Sirius could even move his lips to say a hex or curse I had him in a full body bind. The hard thump against the stone floor making Severus turn around.

An eyebrow went up. He stares down at the rigid body lying on the floor. "Attack a man while his back is turned, how Slytherin of you." With that said he walks calmly toward the bed and me. "Thank you, love. You've saved my life, I owe you," he trails a finger down my chest to my navel, I flush. "You can collect later." He walks into the bathroom and closes the door.

Collapsing back against the pillows I close my eyes and try to will my erection away. This is definitely not the time to think about "˜collecting' anything from Severus. I have to deal with my godfather first. My clothes being forgotten somewhere out in the sitting room I climb out of bed while wrapping the sheet around my waist. I come to stand above Sirius. I can see the anger raging in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you do anything to Severus. If I let you out of the body bind do you promise to be good?"

I wish he could blink an answer. Well, the only way to find out is to release him. I can always put him back into it. With a wave of my wand he's again in control of his body and mouth, the latter of which he's using quite well.

"Harry James Potter, are you completely out of your mind?" He stands than begins to pace the room, "to bed Snape? James and Lily are probably rolling in their graves." I snort at the idea of bedding Severus. We have yet to make it to a proper bed. Bringing this simple fact up probably isn't best. He pulls his hands through his hair and stops pacing. He's standing only a couple feet away from me. "What were you thinking? He didn't force you, did he?" He asks in a whisper, while eyeing the bathroom door.

"How dare you come in here and attack Severus! He hasn't forced me to do anything. Hell, I'm the one who encouraged him. I love him and yes, he loves me, I don't doubt that for one minute.

"I thought you were better than that, attacking the person who has saved your life, if it wasn't for him you would be pushing up daisy right now."

Guilt marked his face. Obliviously the shock of finding his godson and his sworn enemy in bed together pushed the memories of said sworn enemy saving his hide, more the once as a matter of fact, out of his mind.

He bowed his head and whispered a faint, "Sorry." Rising his head he speaks, "What about Sarah?" A faint glimmer of hope"”Sarah, was my partner during my one year as an official Auror.

"SARAH! The I'd rather be trapped in a room full of pissed off death eaters blindfolded than come within ten feet of a naked male Sarah? I'm definitely not her type. We were just partners, not lovers."

The deflated look was unmistakable in his face. "I'm not going to be able to change your mind, will I?" He slumps into the chair by the fireplace.

"No, I've waited two years for this and I'm not about to give it for anyone or anything." My words take a moment or two to sank in. Maybe Severus is right and he really does have a thick head.

"Two years? When did this," he threw his hands up in the gesture to mean my relationship with Severus, "start?"

Oh, dear. Where to start? The battle? No, before than. Once again I recounted my tale starting with the beginning of my seventh year's sorting feast, the final battle with Voldemort and the closet, minus the snagging on both occasions of course, to my heartbreak than up to now. Can't I do anything the normal way? My live feels like the story plot of one of those horrible Soap Opera Aunt Pertunia watched religiously.

Sirius sat in shock as I finished. He had just gotten used to the idea of me liking guys. Now he has to deal with the fact that the guy I like is Snape his childhood nemesis and sworn enemy.

The shock quickly fades to be replaced with the anger I saw earlier on waking. He stands up, "I don't like this or him. Seeing that I can't talk any sense in to you, you know where to find me when you do come to your senses," he turns tail and leaves, slamming to door behind him.

Did he just disown me? For Loving?

He wasn't the only one who was angry. I'm shaking am so angry. I have to get out of here. I climb out of the chair, wrapping the sheet tighter around my body. Returning to the sitting room the memories of early this morning race through my mind. Severus made love to me here. It wasn't just sex, if it was he wouldn't have been so hesitant about taking my virginity. I would give it to him again just to see the look of shock on his face. That man's self-pity and lack of self-worth is something I'm going to have to work on.

I quickly find my clothes and pull them on, sans my boxers. The room has swallowed them. I chuckle to myself as the image of Severus finding them at preciously the wrong moment, such as entertaining the Headmaster, or worse a student. How actually would he explain about having a pair of red silk boxers placed wherever they may be?

Fully dressed, well as fully as I'm going to get until I find some boxers I open the door to Severus' quarters. Thankfully the corridor is empty, turning I head for my rooms.

~~***~~

Standing in the shower letting the hot water hit my body I ponder the last two days. During this time it seems that I have gained a friend, lover, and quite possible a soul mate, but also lost the one person that I consider my family"”Sirius. How could he be so stubborn? Even more so how could Albus have told him how to get pass Severus' wards, knowing full well what he would find? Long ago I gave up on figuring out how a man that seems so aloof could possible know everything that goes on in this castle. I know for a fact that he knew exactly what Severus and I were doing.

I feel a little guilty leaving the way did. I didn't even leave a note. Oh, God! He must be thinking the worse. To come out of the bathroom to an empty bed. He must think that Sirius somehow got me to see the light and that I must have left with him. Quickly finishing up my shower and ten minutes later I'm now fully dressed, boxers and all. My hair is still wet, not just damp but wet. I don't care it can dry on its own. The last time I did a drying charm on it my hair wasn't just unruly, it was down right revolting off my head. Ron laughed for days after that. I emerge from my rooms and head down to the dungeons and probably to one very pissed off potion master.

Making my way through the castle down toward the dungeons I pass two students. Two Slytherin students, seventh years, running for what looked like their lives. They were coming from the direction of the potion classroom. Oh no, if they just saw Severus, he must be in one nasty mood to make seventh years scurry away like that, his own house at that.

I quicken my pace and in no time find myself in front of the potion classroom. The door in open and I can see him moving around the room. He's slamming doors open and shut and practically throwing things around. Tentatively, I knock on the open door. He turns around to face the intruder. Sadness passes across his face before he pulls his mask of indifference in place once more.

"Mr. Potter, are you here to bask in my humiliation? I suppose Mr. Black and you have had a great laugh at my expense," bitter resentment was heavy in his voice. He turns away from me, "You can take your dog and leave."

My assumption is correct, he thinks I've left him. Why can't our lives be simple? "I don't care what Sirius does. I think he disowned me when he couldn't talk me out of loving you." He turns around to face me again. Leaning back on his desk he crosses his arms over his chest. I move closer to him, placing one hand on either side of him. "Like I said earlier, you're stuck with me and if Mr. Black doesn't like that he can bugger off for all I care."

Moments pass as my words sank in. Maybe Sirius isn't the only one with a thick head? His mask falls and I see my Severus. The loving, gentle, if not sarcastic Severus I love. I inch closer closing the gap between us. His breath hitches. "And if I'm not mistaken there's the small matter of a debt that I'm owed."

The corner of his mouth curls up. I take it as a smile. "And what exactly do you wish as payment?"

A sly smile creeps across my lips. I lean in and whisper in his ear exactly what I want as payment.

An eye brow lefts, "My, my Mr. Potter, and actually how long have you wanted to do that?" He purrs back in my ear. His velvety voice washes over me.

Cocking my head to the side I scratch my chin as if I'm in deep thought before answering with a purr of mine own, "I believe since January 1998, ever since you give me that awful detention inventorying each and every potion in this classroom."

Stepping back from him I turn and walk to the side cabinet by his desk. Opening the door I peer inside. The clanging of glass can be heard as I push vials here and there. The vial I'm looking for is still in the same place it was two and a half years ago. It's the only dusty blue bottle in the cabinet. Pulling it out of its hiding place I glance at the label. Written I Severus' neat, spider-like script is "˜Erectus Potion"”1997'. The very name erectus catch my eye during one detention I served here, one of many. What can I say? I was seventeen and extremely horny after being in this classroom with the object of my attention"”alone.

The next day after breakfast I made for the library for Hermione would consider some light reading. Which means I spent the entire day there, skipping lunch. Hermione would have been so proud at the idea that the topic of potions drove me to the state of sitting in the library having many, many books surrounding me. I finally found the potion in the last book I read"”figures. So overjoyed with my discovery I let out a small yelp that earned a very stern look for Madam Pince. Blushing madly I turned my attention back to the passage in front of me. I even memorized it:

Erectus Potion: Framed Potion Master Augustas Mazius from Italy created the Erectus Potion in 1793. A mild aphrodisiac used by men who have trouble achieving or sustaining an erection. Effects last for up to one hour. In not not having before mention problem the resulting erection may last for up to three hours. Today many of the same ingredients used in this potion can be found in the muggle drug Viagraâ
.

The very idea of using this wonder potion with Severus when I was seventeen almost made me come in my pants. Now that I'm older the idea is having the very same effect. I place the vial on the desk in front of him. After reading the label an eye brow lefts. I can see him shift slightly while adjusting himself. the the idea doesn't just effect me, and indeed has merit?

He takes the vial from its place on the desk, turns and walks to the door. Placing a hand on the door jam he turns to see if I'm following, I'm not. "Well are you coming or not?" He asks impatiently.

I shake my head in the negative. He narrows his eyes, "Have you changed your mind?"

"NO!" I say quickly, "I want to"¦I want to, but here," I shudder horribly.

"Here? In my classroom, with all the things floating in jars?" He looks around his classroom, I look around too. I see nothing wrong.

"Yes, here. I want you to take me here," I place my hand on a nearby desk. Visibly I can see his breath accelerate. He closes the door and mummers the words to insure our privacy. The next minute he's at my side with the cork stopper out of the vial. He downs half the potion in one swallow. He hands me the rest. After draining the vial I carefully place it on the desk.

Suddenly I feel odd. I'm burning from the inside out, starting with my stomach. From there it spreads through me up to my head and down to my toes before it settles right in the center"”my cock. My pants have become painfully tight. "Bloody hell!" My breath is ragged with desire. My eyes lock with his. I can see that he also is feeling the same effects that I am.

"Um, Sev," he can only lift an eyebrow in response, "our clothes?" I ask as I reach for the clasp of his robe.

"Ah, yes," he response before latching on to the clasp of my robe. We're in a mad rash to see who can undress the other faster. He quickly has me down to just my trousers before I can get the buttons undone to his petty coat. Damn buttons! Why must he wear these damn clothes. Mental note: buy him new clothes"”no buttons. Being the impatient brat that I am I give up undoing them and just resort to ripping the articles of clothing off his body. Buttons are pinging across the empty classroom, shreds of fabric that once were clothes are flying through the room, landing on top of desks, bookcases, and into a couple empty caldrons. The house elves will certainly have fun tonight.

Finally I see skin, lots of white creamy skin. Skin begging to be touched, kissed, licked, bit. I run my hands over the hard well-defined muscles of his chest, down his stomach. The light hairs tickle my palms.

He pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his waist, shoving my hands down the backside of his boxers cupping the firm globes. Only the two thin layers of fabric separate our erections, which are hard as a rock and throbbing.

"I want you," I whisper in his ear.

"Tell me what you want, Harry," he bits my neck. I'm sure leaving a bruise, marking me as his own. My cock twitches at the idea.

"I want you to suck"¦ME!" I scream as he latches on to one of my nipples and bits down"”hard.

"As you wish," suddenly I found myself lifted up on top on one of the desks, my lover kissing his way down my stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue in my navel. I lost my boxers. I don't actually remember how or when, but it doesn't matter at the moment. Severus is using his very talented tongue again on my inter thigh.

Starting at the knee he's working his way upward very slowly. He's hands are gently caressing the heated skin of my outer thigh. Moving so slowly I'm afraid he'll never make it to my cock. Aching hard and glistening at the tip I'm at his mercy as he buries his face in the black curls surrounding my shaft. The warm breathe washing over me with his every exhale. I resist the urge to lie back and let the sensations take over. I want to watch him. To watch every lick and nip as he explores my body. Watch his face flush as much as mine with desire. A thousand years can go by and I'll never tire of him, or what he can do to my body. Just thinking about is enough to send me over the abyss of ecstasy. More precome shoots out of me.

"Now, now we can't have that," he says in a silky voice. Placing his fingers in a ring around the base of my cock to make a makeshift cockring, resourceful bugger. He licks the salty liquid gathered at the tip. My balls tighten up into my body. Sensing this he grabs them and pulls them back and away from my body, withholding any release.

"God, Sev, please," I beg, arching up trying to shove more of my aching member into his mouth. He pulls back releasing me completely.

"Don't move or I'll leave you like this," he threatens. Returning to his task he takes me once again into his wet haven, this time completely. His throat is hot and tight around my tip. He begins to suck in earnest. The hholdholding my balls moves backwards to my pickle opening, probing tentatively before burying a finger to the knuckles. Finding my prostate quickly he strokes it in time with his rhythmic sucking. How I want to move!

More than anything in the world, I want move. My body is desperate for more sensations. It's just wants to betray my mind and rock back on the hand at my arse and fuck my rock hard prick into the devilish mouth. But I don't dare let my body control my actions. He definitely doesn't threat idly. Instead, I voice my pleasure and needs, "oh, god"¦Sev, don't stop"¦yes"¦right there"¦harder, oh yes"¦oh, god"¦" I'm so close its painfully. Just when I think that it can't get any better he starts to hum.

"You bastard," I scream as I shoot my load down his throat. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body and Severus is milking it for all its worth.

Moments pass and my breath returns to an almost normal rate. He releases my cock panting. Thanks to the Erectus potion it's still hard, if not swollen and red from the previous abuse.

I feel breath on my face. Opening my eyes I lock them with the black pools staring down at me. He doesn't need to give voice to the love I see reflecting in his eyes, I all really understand. I've been waiting for this all my life. He leans down and captures my lips with his. I can taste myself as his tongue darts out, playing with mine. I match each stroke. The hot tongue caressing the inside of my mouth then rolling across my bottom lip. My cue to explore him in turn.

Reluctantly he pulls back, I arch up not wanting to back the kiss just yet. A hand restrains my by the shoulder. "That Mr. Potter, was just a mere down payment." Does he know the power his voice has over me? Yes, he probably does as seeing that my cock twitched with each word, right against his thigh.

He pulls me up and off thele. le. My legs are a little shaky from the after effects of the mind blowing, excuse the pun, blowjob I just had. He steadies me with an arm around the waist, pulling me up closer to him in the process. His hard length pressing against my belly. Once he's sure that I'm not going to fall flat on my face or arse he turns me around so that I'm now facing the desk that just moments ago I was writhing in ecstasy on.

Can this get any better? Oh, it does! Hot, wet tongue glides down my back. I grasp the desk edge for balance. No one has ever done that before. Not that I've had many lover in the past. Two to be exact and I was the aggressor in each relationship. Pausing to pay special attention to each vertebra with a lick and a nip before moving onward and downward.

"Oh, God!" I scream as I feel Severus part my arse cheeks and probe the opening with a hot tongueirliirling around the tight ring of muscle. The shock wave sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock, which is now trapped between the desk and me for somehow I'm completely bent over it now. My greatest fantasy is coming true. Here, I am bent over a desk in my former potions classroom getting a rim job by my former potions Professor. Only being fucked thoroughly would make it complete, and if I'm not mistaken that's the plan. "Sev, I need you, now!" panting heavily.

The tongue leave it's place, I whimper at he lost of contact, but I'm rewarded with the feeling of his warm body stretched out above mine. His prick nudging the now slick opening. With one smooth gentle stroke he slides in. The feeling of being completely filled by the man I love shuts down any coherent thought process I may have processed. The only thing that matters is the slow steady pace of his thrusts into my tight heat. The feeling of our sweat slick bodies moving as one. I want to do this forever, but know we can't.

He increases his pace, and from the animal-like noises coming from the back of his throat I know he's near climax. Mine's not that far off either. Pulling my back from the desk to free my cock he slides his hand down and clasps it. Only a few strokes later I'm coming again, this time in his hand. He waits until my body calms to impale himself completely and release his hot seed deep inside me. The sensation of being flooded pulls a third orgasm from me. Completely taken by surprise, I slide off the desk and on to the floor. Severus falls with me.

"We really should find a bed," he growls in my ear.

&;Goo;Good idea," I response but make no move to get up. Instead, I roll him onto his back and kiss him senseless. He whole heartind bnd bodily agrees with me.

We are a tangled mass of arms and legs in the abyss of ecstasy that neither of us dare to or want to rise from for at least the next couple hours.