Bonds of Necessity

Part 3

Harry shivered as the cool nippy wind blew over the astronomy tower with a vengence. He coughed, the remains of the pneumonia and slight cold he was sure to capture, but didn’t care. He needed to get out of the infirmary and he needed a fucking smoke.

“What I do for you.” Harry muttered, sighing at the lite smoke that was clutched between his two fingers. He brought it to his mouth and inhaled deeply, sighing in pleasure while releasing the acidic clouds from both his lips and nose. “And what you do for me.” Harry murmured, feeling the smoke calm his wrought nerves.

It was a bad habit that he began before he left Hogwarts, but found it unnecessary to stop even though Hermione and many others were on his ass to quit - including Severus. He would always say that it messed with his potions, even though Harry spelled the smoke to disappear. Besides, after they did their duty sex, it was a good way for him to calm down and act like he didn’t care that he was buggered - he was always bottom, Severus would never allow him to top - by a man who hated him and he hated in return.

Not to mention, they may one day kill him as everyone loved to remind him of.

Like he didn’t know.

Harry knew that all too well. He hoped that one day it would. He wouldn’t commit suicide because it would taint his mother’s love and also in committing suicide, Severus would also die, or at least go insane.

“That’s probably the other reason he did it. Fucker. He knew that neither of us are selfish enough to kill ourselves knowing that someone would follow.” Harry snickered, mirthlessly. He hated Severus, but he did respect him and he wouldn’t harm Severus in such a way - Harry hated him, but not enough to kill him.

“Fucker? Such language, Potter.” A voice sounded, causing Harry to jump and spin around, holding his wand out. War did such things to people. “I see that you have returned. Not under your own will, but here nonetheless.” Severus remarked, his voice impassionate as he nudged the wand away from his chest.

“Fuck you, Snape.” Harry growled, snapping his wand back to Severus’ chest. Severus simply arched a thin ebony black brow.

“Killing your husband will not solve anything.” Severus replied, crossing his arms and glaring down at his younger husband.

“But it sure as fuck would make me feel better.” Harry growled, glaring right back not at all frightened as he once was a child. Severus made no move and just returned Harry gaze.

Harry hated Severus Snape, Hogwarts’ Potion Master - his husband and bond-mate. Severus always had such control - over his own body, expressions, emotions, manipulations and other’s reactions. Harry knew this from having to live with him for a few years and being bonded to Potions Master.

Through the bond, Harry could feel the glee every time he reacted or responded the way Severus wanted or desired - in bed and out of it. Harry knew he was manipulated in everyway by the fucking man for the first year or so, but as time passed and Harry learned and he played his own games. Thus things got more complicated and the fighting more frequent.

Harry would not bend to Severus Snape’s will.

And unknowing to Harry, Severus appreciated that.

Silence was Harry’s reply as they studied each other. Three years had brought few changes - at least physically. Severus was still tall and lanky, however, muscular - Harry knew this from feeling his strength and witnessing him undressed - his shiny black hair, which was obviously washed more often, was tied back at the nap of his neck. His nose still Roman large and crooked, his skin coloured with a pale tan instead sallow - due to going out more - and his eyes still beetle black.

Harry knew he still looked like he used to, just tireder, older and skinner. He still had his messy black hair that was the same length it would always be - due to magic it would never grow - eyes still emerald green like his mother’s that were still covered with round black-framed glasses and his lightening scar still marring his forehead.

Harry was taller since his youth and was close to Severus height, but Severus still held a few inches over him that he used regularly to become more imposing.

Actually, he was currently using it now to hiss into his face.

“But then you would kill yourself also, or have you forgotten?” Severus mocked and Harry scowled further, shoving his wand into Severus’ chest, uncaring.

“I know, but I don’t care about my life so why should I care about yours?” Harry asked, bringing his cigarette to his mouth for a puff. He then exhaled all the acidic smoke into his husband’s face causing Severus to step back. Harry promptly smirked as he put his wand away.

“Childish as ever I see.” Severus sniffed, bringing out his own wand and cast a quick spell to repel all the smoke from himself. Harry just grunted and turned away from him, finished with that little episode and hoped Severus would get the clue and leave.

Actually, Harry was surprised. He had gone a week without seeing him which Harry was thankful for, but Harry had hoped this little visit would gone unnoticed by Severus and he could be gone before Severus knew it.

Unlikely he knew, but Harry was still hopeful.

Harry jerked in surprise when something heavy and warm was placed over his shoulders. He spun around, seeing that Severus had removed his robe and placed it on Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s eyes were wide with surprise as he reached for it, but Harry then quickly spun around, suspicious.

“What - ?” Harry started, his eyes narrowed.

“Oh grow up, Potter. You are ill, shivering and don’t seem to plan on moving back to your bed anytime soon. I don’t want you getting ill again because if you do, you’ll mess up my schedule again just so I can make potions for your sorry, ungrateful behind.” Severus interrupted, his eyes menacing which caused Harry to snap his mouth shut.

Silence once again reigned as Severus moved up to the railing beside Harry - a couple of feet away - staring at the clear midnight sky full of bright twinkling stars. Harry snorted mentally as he also looked up as something akin to calmness came between them. A romantic night for two lovers, or which they weren’t.

The mockery of the moment was stifling.

Harry smirked mirthlessly to himself, but remained silent as he took one last puff of his smoke. Savouring the last inhale he tossed the butt over the railing, watching as the orange dot float down and disappear into the darkness.

Harry barely had time to release the smoke from his lungs when he pounced.

Later, Harry would compare it to a cobra striking.

In a blink of an eye, Harry found himself pushed hard up against the far wall of the tower with Severus pressed up against him. Harry gasped, slightly choking on the cigarette smoke that he was attempting to exhale as the prodding stones of the castle jabbed into his back.

“What the fuck, Snape?” Harry hissed between coughs as Severus whispered a spell and instantly Harry found that he was unable to move - it seemed that attached to the wall.

“You may enjoy tormenting me, but I, however, don’t find any type of twisted pleasure in causing any more suffering to those I suffered for.” Severus muttered before pressing a hard, brutal, unrelenting kiss to Harry’s lips.

Harry didn’t have time to decipher Severus words as the bruising kiss promptly brought forth the sexual urges of the bond. With the bond being so far stretched for such a long length of time, it demanded attachment of the most intimate sort - sex.

Harry growled around the kiss while trying to move away from the thin lips of his husband, but found his neck immoveable from the spell. He tried once again to deny the bond. Simply so stubborn that he refused to fall under Severus’ ministrations and the bond’s demands once again - as he had so many times before. Harry knew the demands and had felt them before and continually through the years, but he refused to let them take over.

If Harry was anything, he was stubborn.

Harry also felt like he lost a little bit more of himself every time it occurred.

The slight rattling and hissing of a zipper echoed over the cold walls of the Astronomy Tower and in an instant Harry felt a cool hand touch his erection that he tried his damnedest to ignore and if at all possible, get rid of. Yet the bond was unwilling to let anything else happen until the bond was strengthened and that meant sexual release. The renewed attachment between the bondmates - being close just wasn’t enough.

Harry hissed at the contact and Severus pulled his lips away to press his smirking lips to Harry’s exposed neck.

“Bastard.” Harry muttered, gasping as the cool hand became heated, leeching from his warmth and slowly made its way around his erection. The long fingers circled the thick, heavy erection and then moved with such aching slowness that Harry could do nothing but bite at his lips to withhold the groan and beseeching begs to quicken the pace.

“Don’t. It has been too long. I must hear you.” Severus whispered, pleading around Harry’s lips as he prided the torn lips from the sharp teeth. Severus said it with such open need that if Harry hadn’t been so lost in the haze of lust, he would have fallen over with disbelief and shock.

Then again, if Harry wasn’t so lost in the lust, he would have seen the fierceness of emotions in the beetle black eyes. Emotions that he never would have associated with the Potions Master. Emotions other then hate, annoyance, anger, pride and sardonic amusement.

Now don’t be mistaken. There was no softness in his gaze, for Severus Xavier Snape is not soft individual, but nor is he hard. He his indeed human, unlike what Harry likes to believe and what lay in his eyes was proof of that.

The passionate intensity to the emotions that swirled in the depths.

There lay compassion, kindness, desire and of course lust, but love?

Harry moaned as the hand tightened and quickened slightly. If Harry could move he would have clenched his fists and bucked his hips, but it seemed that the only parts of his body that were apparently allowed to move was his face and his prick.

The irony wasn’t lost on Harry.

And later, he would realize that this was planned.

All that could be heard from Severus was slight panting as he kissed the unmoving body beneath him and reached another hand to Harry’s testicles to stroke them and tug at them. Severus couldn’t help, but sigh as the glazed emerald eyes attempted to watch him and the chapped, pink lips moved with such sluggish movement under his.

Harry James Potter-Snape.

The boy he despised for years.

Harry was so long gone, reaching closer and closer to the nirvana of the organism that he didn’t feel or hear Severus drop to his knees. He simply whined a slight keening noise at the lost of the movement on his prick and promptly gasped when his prick was encased in a wet warmness that he has never felt, or experienced before.

“Snape!” Harry yelled as sanity returned enough for him to realize what was indeed happening. He was unable to see or do anything due to the spell, but if he could, he would have smacked his head against the wall at the sheer overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

This time Harry was unable to stop the moan of appreciation from his lips. He had never experienced such a act before. He had heard of it and occasionally done the pleasure for Severus in the farce they called lovemaking, but he had never been on the receiving end. Severus had refused to use anything other then his hands on Harry’s prick, but never explained why and Harry never asked.

Though Harry figured it was something to do with Severus need to be in complete and utter control - to be dominate. Severus was indeed the ‘dominate’ in the bond, but fuck if Harry was going to roll over like a bitch and take it. Harry fought tooth and nail for every inch that Severus attempted to gain control over.

Harry had let too many people walk over him in the past.

Which was partly why he was here, in the current situation.

If Harry looked down his nose, he could see Severus’ hair was fluttering in and out of view. Apparently the tie had been lost somewhere along the line. Harry simply groaned and vaguely registered that Severus had a quite talented mouth.

Though Harry decided he preferred it when he was occupied with his prick instead of cutting, sarcastic remarks.

Harry closed his eyes and decided to enjoy his first - and most likely only - blowjob. He could feel the shrewd tongue of his mate curling and lapping at every square inch of his cock, leaving no area untouched and then retreating, letting cool air wash over his steaming cock only to be incased in addicting heat once again. Harry could feel the hot breath released from Severus’ nose warm over his abdomen, the long strands of hair tickling his upper thighs and the long fingers curling and tugging gently at his balls.

“Fuck.” Harry groaned, feeling the long fingers to start to reach further behind his balls. They teased at his entrance, tracing the pucker and Harry felt the tension build in his body build -- taunt like a string on a bow.

And then he was plucked.

This long finger shoved its way in and found the sweet spot that sent over the edge. Harry spurted into the waiting and seemingly eager mouth, swallowing every drop that was freely given.

Spots of light flickered in Harry’s vision as he started to come down. It was his fiercest and most breathtaking organism to date. Mind you, in the past few years the only organism he ever reached was those of his making. Due to the bond, he was impotent when he came to anyone else.

That is if he ever felt attraction to another.

It seemed the bond refused any infidelity because Harry found no one attractive - fuck, if it wasn’t for the bond he wouldn’t have found Severus attractive. And even if Harry did feel the stirring of attraction, or was stimulated in any sexual fashion by another that wasn’t his mate, he simply wouldn’t get it up and become nauseated - among other things.

Not that Harry ever really found anyone attraction. Between the war and obligations, Harry never had the time for relationships, let alone sex.

Of course, that meant that Severus was his first - not that he ever tell the bastard that.

Like he needed more ammunition.

Though no one else knew either.

Severus looked up at his husband from his prostate position, his arousal thick and pressing firmly against the confinements. He licked his thin lips that were now swollen and burning at the friction he had created. He sighed as he whipped the saliva from around his lips with a potion-stained fingertip. He could taste the essence of Harry and it was the first time, but far as Severus, concerned it wouldn’t be the last.

Severus watched the utter rapture on Harry’s face as he reached down to his straining erection and let his fingers curl around as much as they could. Closing his eyes, Severus imagined that the hands on his prick were Harry’s - like it had been so many time before in the past - and found that he couldn’t last long at all.

Not with the taste of Harry in his mouth and Harry panting, lost in the afterglow before him.

Severus Snape had weaknesses.

Harry just simply proved to be one of them.

Breathless after his climax, Severus was barely able to mutter a spell to clean the both of them up from semen and saliva. Once they were clean and Severus was able to see straight once again, he tucked Harry’s flaccid cock back in before releasing the spell that held him to the wall.

Harry wasn’t aware of the hushed, thick voice until he was released the spell that held him to the wall and found himself collapsing to the cold, hard ground. Severus quickly caught him, concerned.

“Harry?” He asked, his heaviness voice betraying what had just happened. His tongue thick and Harry simply grumbled something unintelligible able before falling into unconsciousness missing the significance of what just happened - what he missed, like he often did.

Severus sighed and shifted the too thin, too tired and too undernourished body as he sat down on the cold stone floor of the Astronomy Tower.

“What are we going to do with you Harry Potter-Snape?” Severus asked the cold, dark night as his fingers carded through the too thin, unruly hair.

The stars simply twinkled in reply.


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A/N: I know. I know. You all hate me . . . *sigh* All I can say is that I apologise from the bottom of my heart and swear to you that I will update sooner then last time.

How soon?

I\'m not sure because this story isn\'t flowing like it used to. I took a break from it and started writing an original story that I will post when it\'s done (if it ever is) as well as some other fanfictions. However, give me ideas of what you want and maybe it\'ll come back alive because this last chapter was kinda sappy and I don\'t want to discontinue this story. It has potential.

Noa mentioned flashbacks of their marriage. I like the idea, but flashbacks of what? Like what activities do you want them doing? Give me senarios that you believe would fit and help keep the angst going, or that is unless you want some more sap.

Give me some bones and maybe between all of us, we can get this story going again. LOL. That 6th book just caused a large wall to block my creativity for Harry and Severus. It just . . . didn\'t work out how I wanted it to. JKR made it even more difficult to image Harry and Severus together, let alone attempt to do it in a fanfiction -- not that this story involves the 6th book.

Let\'s just hope the 4th movie moves me again.

Blah!

Noted: OMG!!! I near laughed my ass off! I swear, this is why I need a beta, but at the same time I am too proud for one. Yes, for whatever reason the program I have corrects words to what it believes it is because it sounds a certain way (or is at least written to sound that way), but man, I was way~y off on a few. Thanks and I hope I didn\'t insult your grammer and spelling skills with my own. I have this habit of reading what I WANT to be there rather then WHAT is there. It\'s like photographic memory and all~l my past teachers said the same thing -- EDIT!!!

*runs away laughing but embarrassed as Hell*