The Black Prince

A/N: I tried to post this before I went to work but my Internet wasn’t working. Stupid dial up. Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I was shocked to see how many people left reviews when I got up this morning. Thank you for your kind and encouraging words. Sorry I disappointed those who wanted Dom! Harry. I agree, there isn’t enough Dom!Harry out there. Maybe I’ll work on one next. Without further ado, here comes the slash! Enjoy!

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Chapter 3

Severus followed the Prince out of the meeting hall and into his private rooms. As soon as the door shut firmly behind them Harry erected a strong silencing charm to protect their privacy. He turned quickly to Severus, concern evident on his face. \"Forgive me, Sir, for keeping this from you. I was not certain whether or not I should tell you until it was time. Voldemort advised me to keep it a secret from everyone until it was time for the announcement in order to protect us all. I am sorry that you learned it this way Sir, with everyone else.\"

Severus looked shocked for a moment that Harry clearly wanted to continue their old relationship before he snapped back into the role that Harry had freely given him two years before. \"On your knees.\" Harry obediently sunk to his knees before Severus with his hands resting lightly on his thighs, assuming the proper position immediately out of many months of practice.

\"You have displeased me through your secrets. You know that I cannot take proper care of you if you keep such things from me. You will not do so again.\"

\"I am sorry, Master. Forgive me.\"

\"I do not appreciate being surprised by this, especially in front of the other Death Eaters. I am displeased that you made such a monumental decision without first consulting me.\"

Severus walked slowly around the kneeling young man, feeling once again relatively safe and at ease with his situation. The familiarity of their positions did much to ease the stress of his earlier meeting. He truly didn’t like surprises and he had been concerned that his lover would either kill him for his previous domination over him or else force him into a submissive position—something that he really wasn’t comfortable with. It takes a special man to be a good sub just as it takes a special man to be a good Dom. Severus had been a Dom for too long to change himself now. He shook his head. Even with time, he knew that he could never find completion as a sub. It simply wasn’t part of him. He yearned not only to take control and dominate but also to care for and protect—all things that clearly lay within his duties as a good Master.

He had quickly learned to temper his words, even when he was reproaching his sub for wrongs done. Harry would get too upset too quickly if he raised his voice or cursed too much. It reminded him too clearly of his worthless relatives and he would immediately slip into his defense mode that he had developed over his long years with them. They weren’t physically abusive but their appalling neglect had seriously damaged the young man. The only attention they would ever give him was to yell at him for everything that he had supposedly done wrong. Harry would always sit in silence, soaking in the only form of attention he could get. He stopped listening to the words, which invariably hurt, and instead focused on the fact that someone was speaking to him—often for the first time in days or even weeks. This was not at all what Severus wanted him to be doing when he was reprimanding him. To keep the young man focused he always remained calm, using his voice to guide the troubled boy through the discussion.

He returned to the matter at hand when he heard a stifled sob. Evidently his silence had unnerved Harry. \"I suppose that you did well though to rid me of one of my marks, although I do not like bearing yours. It is not your place to mark your Master,\" he said, acknowledging, albeit grudgingly, that he was not entirely displeased with the removal of his old mark. \"Carrying your mark implies that you are the Master, that you are in charge.\"

\"But I am not your Master, I could never be! I only wanted to keep anyone else from being your master or from hurting you. Forgive me,\" Harry said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He had been worried about this, about what would happen after the meeting. He knew that Severus wouldn’t hurt him but he was worried that Severus would still date him but wouldn’t want to be his Master now that his position in the war had changed so greatly or worse—wouldn’t want to be with him at all now. He knew that he had complicated their relationship by marking Severus as his but he truly felt he had little choice in the matter. Although he belonged to Severus he knew that Severus also belonged to him as his human, his mate. Their relationship had always been fraught with tensions about who belonged to whom, although Severus did not yet know that he was Harry’s mate. Harry had just complicated things even more through this new change.

Severus knelt down in front of his trembling sub. Harry feared rejection with every fiber of his being, courtesy of his muggle relatives. Severus finally acknowledged that he had long loved the young man and had continually tried to delude himself into believing that it was only about the sex. His heart had leapt when he realized that Harry was joining the Dark side. It would make everything so much easier. He had always felt that he belonged on the side of the Dark but his relationship with Harry had kept him lingering on the edge of the light for a while in an effort to not lose him. \"It is not your place to protect me, pet,\" he said with a gentleness that would surprise almost anyone who knew him. \"It is my job to protect you. You must remember this. Isn’t that why you came to me in the first place?\"

Harry nodded, slowly calming down as he realized that Severus was not going to end their relationship tonight. He had been terrified that the older man would refuse to work beyond this new complication. It would be difficult with Harry needing to act as Severus’ master when in public and Severus being the true Master in their lives but Harry had faith that they could work it out. Severus lightly squeezed Harry’s hand. \"Come. Show me our new rooms. This is where we will be staying now, is it not?\"

Harry nodded. \"Yes Sir. I will not be returning to the Dursley house and it would not be safe for me to go to Hogwarts right now. Will Dumbledore be upset if you stay here for a while?\"

\"I have already arranged to be away from Hogwarts for the remainder of the holiday. I do not need to return to the school until a few days before school starts again. Will you ever return to Hogwarts? I am sure that the DADA position is yours for the asking.\"

\"What do you think I should do?\" Harry asked, unwilling to decide on his own. He knew that his Master would know best what he should do. He had already been forced to make too many decisions on his own and it had exhausted him, not only physically and emotionally but spiritually as well. He needed to hand some power back over to Severus. He needed to give up his control in at least one portion of his life. Handing control over to Severus allowed him to take up the duties that had been loaded on him in the other aspects of his life without the soul numbing weariness setting in. Handing over his personal life in one lump movement to Severus Snape had given him the strength to assume his massive list of responsibilities in other areas on his life: namely, his public life.

\"We will discuss it tomorrow pet, perhaps with Voldemort and Lupin, should you wish it. For now, we will bathe and then sleep. You look as if you haven’t been sleeping again.\" He led the boy to the bathroom and motioned for him to start the bath for them. Harry immediately knelt on the floor to adjust the taps to the correct temperature and added some scented oils, then turned to address Severus’ implied question about his sleeping habits.

\"My negotiations with Voldemort have been long and tedious and largely done in the dark of night when we could meet through our link without risking anyone noticing that we had entered into trance-like states. We are both of us a bit temperamental and set in our ways. We had much to discuss about the past and what we intend to happen in the future before we could reach an agreement. I…I’m sorry I didn’t ask—\"

\"You will stop apologizing immediately,\" Severus said sharply. \"Tomorrow we will begin to go over everything that you have discussed with the Dark Lord and make certain that it is all appropriate. You did well, seeking him out for an alliance. You used your strengths and manipulated the situation to give yourself more power as a true Slytherin would. I am proud of you.\"

Harry smiled softly at his praise and started unbuttoning the long string of buttons on Severus’ shirt when Severus motioned that he was ready. He breathed in sharply as more pale skin was revealed. He had always found his Master’s milky complexion incredibly erotic. He longed to touch him but knew that he shouldn’t until he had been granted permission. This was invariably one of the most difficult parts about bathing Severus. Severus had skin that looked as if the sun had never touched it. It was gorgeous in it’s virgin purity, made even more erotic by the scars marring it, clear evidence that he was anything but pure.

Harry slid the jacket and shirt off of Severus’ arms and knelt down to undo the trousers. Severus was half hard from the light touches as Harry undressed him but had not yet made any indication that Harry was allowed to do anything with what the heavy black material was currently concealing. Harry breathed in deeply, enjoying his Master’s scent as he slowly slid the trousers down, carefully taking them off and folding them up again.

Severus never wore boxers or pants so he stood there naked in front of his kneeling submissive. He ran his fingers through Harry’s long curls, pulling the leather cord out. He loved Harry’s long hair. While it had been short it was a chaos of uncontrollable messiness, making him look like a street urchin. When he had grown it longer though he had gained a bit of control over it, although it was still perpetually messy. The thick, wild curls were beautiful on the already stunning boy.

Harry had grown to a satisfying 5’9\"—not, perhaps, as tall as he would have liked but completely remarkable given his upbringing and his parentage. He had a perpetual deep golden tan, largely due to heredity. It was little known but Harry was part Incubus, his creature blood gained through his birth father, Sirius Black. When Severus had heard his lover’s new title he had barely concealed his smirk. The Black Prince, indeed.

Harry had never told him how he had discovered that Black was his Father; he had merely revealed the truth a short time into their relationship when Severus had asked him if he was entirely human. He had always felt the sexual pull toward Harry to be a bit extreme and didn’t understand why he wanted the boy so desperately. Harry had nervously explained his heritage, prepared for rejection since he knew that Severus hated his Father.

Severus had been shocked, to say the least. Not to learn that Black was part Incubus, he had always known that there was something odd about any boy who managed to seduce literally three quarters of the school to his bed. He had never suspected that Lily Evans Potter would succumb to Black’s seduction as nearly everyone else in Hogwarts at the time had. Evidently though, she had not been strong enough to avoid it. She had a lengthy affair with Black and Harry had been the result. She had placed a weak but long lived charm over him, altering his features only slightly but enough to fool anyone who was looking for the Potter genes. It had been wearing off since Harry had entered the Wizarding World and had done so gradually enough that no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary for any boy going through the massive changes that puberty always caused.

The end result, once the charm was completely gone, was gorgeous. Severus was always slightly amazed that the beautiful creature wanted him. He decided not to question it too closely though and simply enjoy the boy while he could. He not only had a nearly uncontrollable sexual desire as an Incubus but he also had the inherent need for control and discipline, both things that Severus was able to well satisfy. He helped Harry keep his sexual urges somewhat restrained while he provided him with the order and control that he yearned for. He knew that the part Incubus was no doubt struggling desperately to reign in his desires right now. It had been almost a month for the two lovers and Harry literally needed to have sexual contact with his lover in order to remain in control. He found himself proud of the hard work that Harry had done and continued to do to control his urges.

Severus and Harry rarely spoke of his parentage outside of the realm of discussing his creature blood. It was a touchy subject for them and they both felt it best to sidestep it unless it was necessary. Severus had never pushed for more details about how Harry had found out about his parentage and Harry had never pushed for a post mortem forgiveness for past wrongs.

Severus knew though that it was likely that those days of silence on the subject would soon be over as Voldemort and his lover would no doubt wish to flaunt his new heritage over his old. Although Sirius Black had not been a Dark wizard he did at least come from a long line of elite Dark wizards and he had long been known to walk the line between light and Dark. James Potter, on the other hand, was tenaciously wrapped around Dumbledore’s proverbial finger and so firmly entrenched on the side of the light that he was almost a joke among the other purebloods who knew that there was more to magic than simple light and Dark.

Severus stepped into the warm water and held out his hand to help Harry into the deep bath. He leaned back into the warm water, motioning for Harry to begin washing him. Harry slowly washed the older man, taking care to clean him thoroughly while trying not to linger long enough to get in trouble. It had taken him many long months to be able to have enough discipline to do this correctly. His Master’s pale skin had always tempted him, simply begging to be touched and tasted. When he finished Severus took the wet cloth from him and pulled him back into him, resting against his chest. Severus’ washed Harry just as thoroughly but perhaps more efficiently.

He set the cloth aside and Harry, assuming that the bath was over, tried to stand up. Severus tightened his hold on the slippery boy, keeping him seated. Harry realized that Severus wished to remain in the bath for a bit longer and immediately leaned back into his Master, content to simply relax there—something that Severus rarely allowed. Severus smirked behind Harry. He had done such a good job this summer, keeping his urges under control. An unfed Incubus could be a dangerous thing if not in control. Harry had managed to last for a month without needing to beg his Master to come help him. Severus had planned to go to him this weekend anyhow, knowing that his stubborn pet didn’t want to beg for anything.

He lightly stroked Harry’s silky thighs which instantly fell open at his gentle touch. He smirked again. Evidently Harry was a bit closer to losing control than he had thought. He slowly explored Harry’s muscular legs, getting no closer to his prize than he was when he started and thoroughly frustrating Harry in the process.

Harry squirmed lightly, eager for more. He felt Severus’ arms tighten once again around him, silently ordering him to stay still. After a few more minutes of torment the large hand suddenly closed tightly around his aching length, slowly stroking from root to tip and back down again. Harry shuddered lightly in his Master’s firm grasp, desperate for more.

Severus tightened his grip on the throbbing cock, knowing that Harry was close already from his long weeks of forced abstinence. He sped his strokes up, tearing a deep groan out of Harry as he struggled to stay still. Severus was content that Harry would behave for the moment so he let go of his tight hold on Harry’s hip and brought his hand down to his lover’s cleft, stopping along the way to enjoy a light brush against his cleanly shaven balls. His finger slowly circled the dark pucker and it was too much for Harry and he came with a stifled yell.

Harry fell back against his Master bonelessly, barely able to keep his eyes open. After he recovered he tried to turn to Severus to return the favor but Severus once again held him down. Harry struggled for a moment against his strong grip and was rewarded with a sharp pinch on his hip. Harry sighed softly. Most of the time he loved his Master’s superior strength but at times like this it frustrated him. \"Later, pet,\" was Severus’ only reproach. Harry blushed lightly, knowing that his frustration had been blatantly clear to his Master. He knew better than to push when he wasn’t given permission. He must have been closer to losing it than he had originally thought to make such a rookie mistake.

Severus silently indicated to Harry that the bath was over and Harry stood and grabbed a towel. He cast a quick warming charm on it, and began drying off his mate, once again struggling to keep his hands to himself. When he was finished Severus allowed him to dry himself off and then follow him into the bedroom. They were just getting into bed, hopefully to enjoy a nice long fuck, when someone knocked at the door.

Harry looked at Severus for confirmation that he was allowed to assume his position as the Black Prince. Severus nodded minutely, and pulled on a black dressing gown. Harry grabbed a silver one and tied it tightly around his waist. \"Enter,\" he said coldly, already adopting a completely different persona immediately.

Lucius entered hesitantly. \"The Dark Lord wishes to speak with you, Prince, if you do not mind.\" He noted that both the Black Prince and Severus were only in dressing gowns and appeared to have just left the bathroom that was still emitting steam from their hot bath but he refrained from comment. He did not yet know how volatile his new leader would be and he did not want to risk punishment for inappropriate questions or comments. Asking inappropriate questions about his sex life was a sure ticket to punishment.

\"I see. And did the Dark Lord tell you what this is about?\" Lucius started to shake his head but stopped when Harry’s eyes flashed red for a moment. Once his eyes were green again Harry nodded. \"You may tell him that I will meet him in the war room.\"

Lucius looked at him warily but quickly left the room, eager to be as far away as possible from the eerie young man. He was no longer ashamed to admit that the Prince more than unnerved him—he terrified him at times. Those uncanny green eyes that seemed to glow with the light of the Killing Curse always seemed to promise death with but a glance. The chilling face, rarely showing emotion, was unnatural in anyone, but in one so young it was ungodly. Not even the Dark Lord could preserve a mask as masterful as the one the new Prince could. Lucius had seen the changes in the Boy Who Lived as they had happened over the years and he had always found that they made him uncomfortable. Now they downright terrified him.

After the door was shut Severus turned to Harry. \"What exactly was that pet?\" He had noticed his lover’s eyes change color and he was concerned. He had never seen such a reaction in Harry before.

\"I am sorry, Sir. When Voldemort and I communicate our eyes change colors—mine to red, his to green. We try to stay out of each other’s minds though, or at least not enter without prior notice. We started that bit of our agreement almost as soon as I approached him with the idea of an alliance. At the time it was a sign of goodwill and trust but now he knows that we are in a relationship. He didn’t want to just jump in without knowing that we weren’t having a private discussion or…busy. So he sent Lucius.\"

Severus nodded. \"I see. Return to these rooms immediately when your meeting is finished.\"

\"Would you like to come with me, Sir?\"

\"No, you may do this on your own. If you decide you need me then send a messenger to let me know and I will come. You will need to have these meetings often without me. When you step outside these rooms you need to be the Black Prince, I understand. I will release you from your duties when it is necessary for you to be in public.\"

Harry nodded and looked up hesitantly at Severus, clearly wanting a kiss but knowing that he should wait until his Master felt that he deserved one. He had broken many of their most important rules by keeping the secrets that he had recently. He blinked sadly: he probably didn’t deserve any kisses. He surely hadn’t deserved his Master’s wonderful touches earlier while they were in the bath. Sometimes he wondered why such an extraordinary man put up with him.

Severus bit back a small smile at Harry’s distress and stepped closer, pulling him roughly to himself as he gave him a brutal kiss. Harry’s moan was swallowed by Severus as he forced him into a very willing submission. Once he deemed his pet thoroughly kissed Severus stepped back, raising an eyebrow when Harry took a half step forward, clearly wanting more. Severus lightly smacked him on his pert ass. \"Go. Don’t keep him waiting too long.\"

Severus watched his lover get ready for his meeting. He didn’t bother to dress—he was the Black Prince and no one could question anything that he did. This was his home now and he could do as he wished in it. Harry merely straightened out his silvery robe and tightened the silk belt around his slim waist.

Harry turned toward the door, straightened his shoulders, held his head high and closed his expression completely once again. Cold light shone from his eyes and his face was devoid of any expression. Severus barely held back his shudder, unused to seeing his loving boy look so cold and distant. The Black Prince was ready to face the world.