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Adult +
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9,330
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14
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Chapter 3
Harry emerged from the bathroom 15 minutes later brushing his damp hair and cleaning his teeth at the same time a towel wrapped around his waist. Glancing at the clock above the mantel he was surprised at how late it was. Pausing for a moment Harry listened for noises downstairs and when he heard nothing he quickly finished his brush up with every intention of going downstairs to find out where Snape was. However as Harry was just inspecting the wardrobe for a clean robe the door to the bedroom opened and Snape strode inside looking irritated.
“Bloody lunacy keeping creatures like that in one’s own home.” Harry watched silently as Snape poured himself a glass of scotch before downing it and pouring himself another. Snape paced the room like a cadged animal for a moment before finally settling on the end of the bed to look at Harry cautiously. “What have you been up too?” Snape looked suspiciously over Harry before noticing an absence from the room. “Where’s Draco?” Harry schooled his expression to vague disinterest masking the satisfied smirk he might have let slip as he glanced towards the closed bathroom door. When Harry didn’t reply Snape sighed heavily and tutted irritably. “I will have you speak Potter, even if it is only to scream as I fuck your tight arse.” A small thrill of anticipation rippled through Harry at the prospect as Snape downed his scotch. “Come here.” Snape put aside his empty glass and gestured at Harry pointedly. With the towel rapidly sliding down his waist Harry sauntered over to Snape where the elder wizard pulled him firmly into the ‘v’ of his legs. “If I didn’t know better Potter I’d say you were being smug.” Harry kept his face expressionless as Snape pulled off the towel and reached easily for Harry’s cock, massaging the bulge firmly before letting go when the member started to fill with blood and rise. “You know I could smell you for days after you’d been in my classroom, it was like a cloud of aroma followed you where ever you went. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was you smelt like but now,” Harry watched as Snape pushed his crooked nose into Harry’s navel inhaling deeply before licking a long wet trail down the light dusting of hair that led down to the boy’s already stiff cock. “it’s musk.” Snape whispered huskily as he grabbed hold of Harry’s waist and pulled the boy down to him where he nipped lightly at Harry’s neck right where he’d left off earlier. Harry melted like a rag doll in Snape’s arms easily allowing the elder wizard to manipulate him into bed and into the position he wanted. Already Snape’s sharp incisors were raking back and forth over Harry’s neck and spine, scratching but not drawing blood yet. Harry was in ecstasy and with his back firmly turned to Snape allowed himself a triumphant smile as Snape brutally rammed his stiff cock into Harry’s unprepared hole. Harry had learnt in the last year to channel his pain and merely silently gasped as Snape’s sharp fingernails dug into his waist as the wizard set a brutal rhythm. All the while Snape’s incisors grazed Harry’s neck the wicked tongue flickering around the skin making it supple and moist. As the sex grew more violent so did the pressure of Snape’s teeth in Harry’s neck until as Snape’s body stiffened in orgasm the sharp pearly white incisors broke the skin of Harry’s neck and sunk deep into the pulsing artery.
Harry screamed then two years of calculated scheming and regimental control falling aside as he felt the hidden side of himself surface unrestrained for the first time in his life. The scream turned into a howl of sorts as Harry felt Snape feeding eagerly on him, the pulsing blood dribbling down Harry’s neck and onto his chest. Suspended in the peak of ecstasy Harry allowed his own elongated sharp incisors to descend and his vision to cloud over into the yellowed hue of a creature of the night. Fed and exhausted Snape collapsed onto the bed beside Harry his own teeth having retracted leaving behind just his blood stained lips and slightly tinted gaze. Snape’s eyes focused on Harry’s and while Harry might have expected to see shock he only saw silent acknowledgement. Stretching out like prey Snape smiled as Harry crawled over him his yellowed eyes eagerly soaking up the sight of the elder wizards creamy exposed skin.
“Anywhere you like.” Snape muttered quietly as he reached up and drew Harry’s lips to his own. Harry languidly licked and sucked at Snape’s tongue and lips the metallic tang of his own blood only exciting his own desire for satisfaction. Pulling away with a growl Harry dipped down and with a single flick of his tongue over Snape’s pelvis easily slid his sharp teeth into the creamy white flesh. Harry heard Snape hiss in pleasure at the feeling as he continued to suck at the liquid life, making sure not to loose a single drop as he finally pulled his teeth free and licked the two puncture wounds to seal them closed. Stretching out along Snape’s body Harry allowed himself a yawn his teeth already receding and the hyper-yellowed gaze beginning to fade from his eyes. Snape chuckled darkly as he stroked Harry’s sweat dampened hair.
“A victim indeed Mr. Potter.” With his mask now broken Harry returned Snape’s dark smile with one of his own.
“Thanks for your attention sir.” Harry whispered his voice considerably deeper and far more masculine like Snape’s liquid growl. Snape barked in amusement of the comment as the man closed his eyes and relaxed into the comfort of the bed, Harry’s head resting on the man’s chest. Harry smiled to himself his ‘project’ now complete. There would be time for more projects in the future, but for now he was content knowing he’d won a victory for himself in this war at last.
THE END
A/N Alrighty just a little something to stretch my fingers and get back into the flow of writing Potter. I know this one\'s a little darker than normal but having read Half Blood Prince and nearly died of massive heart failure when I read the end I thought I\'d turn my fruistrations on old Snivelrus who is without a doubt my singular favourite character in the HP series, more so now after this book than ever before.... Anyway\'s hope you enjoyed it, and please if you want to read and review feel free to do so as it\'s really appreciated. This was written on the 13 hour flight from London to Singapore with a really smelly greek guy one side and a lovely but slightly loopy old woman the other....wouldn\'t it be funny if they both knew what i\'d been writing for those 13 or so hours.... *Laughs evily* Fan Fiction Rules.
Cheers and thanks for reading
RIFFRAFF
“Bloody lunacy keeping creatures like that in one’s own home.” Harry watched silently as Snape poured himself a glass of scotch before downing it and pouring himself another. Snape paced the room like a cadged animal for a moment before finally settling on the end of the bed to look at Harry cautiously. “What have you been up too?” Snape looked suspiciously over Harry before noticing an absence from the room. “Where’s Draco?” Harry schooled his expression to vague disinterest masking the satisfied smirk he might have let slip as he glanced towards the closed bathroom door. When Harry didn’t reply Snape sighed heavily and tutted irritably. “I will have you speak Potter, even if it is only to scream as I fuck your tight arse.” A small thrill of anticipation rippled through Harry at the prospect as Snape downed his scotch. “Come here.” Snape put aside his empty glass and gestured at Harry pointedly. With the towel rapidly sliding down his waist Harry sauntered over to Snape where the elder wizard pulled him firmly into the ‘v’ of his legs. “If I didn’t know better Potter I’d say you were being smug.” Harry kept his face expressionless as Snape pulled off the towel and reached easily for Harry’s cock, massaging the bulge firmly before letting go when the member started to fill with blood and rise. “You know I could smell you for days after you’d been in my classroom, it was like a cloud of aroma followed you where ever you went. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was you smelt like but now,” Harry watched as Snape pushed his crooked nose into Harry’s navel inhaling deeply before licking a long wet trail down the light dusting of hair that led down to the boy’s already stiff cock. “it’s musk.” Snape whispered huskily as he grabbed hold of Harry’s waist and pulled the boy down to him where he nipped lightly at Harry’s neck right where he’d left off earlier. Harry melted like a rag doll in Snape’s arms easily allowing the elder wizard to manipulate him into bed and into the position he wanted. Already Snape’s sharp incisors were raking back and forth over Harry’s neck and spine, scratching but not drawing blood yet. Harry was in ecstasy and with his back firmly turned to Snape allowed himself a triumphant smile as Snape brutally rammed his stiff cock into Harry’s unprepared hole. Harry had learnt in the last year to channel his pain and merely silently gasped as Snape’s sharp fingernails dug into his waist as the wizard set a brutal rhythm. All the while Snape’s incisors grazed Harry’s neck the wicked tongue flickering around the skin making it supple and moist. As the sex grew more violent so did the pressure of Snape’s teeth in Harry’s neck until as Snape’s body stiffened in orgasm the sharp pearly white incisors broke the skin of Harry’s neck and sunk deep into the pulsing artery.
Harry screamed then two years of calculated scheming and regimental control falling aside as he felt the hidden side of himself surface unrestrained for the first time in his life. The scream turned into a howl of sorts as Harry felt Snape feeding eagerly on him, the pulsing blood dribbling down Harry’s neck and onto his chest. Suspended in the peak of ecstasy Harry allowed his own elongated sharp incisors to descend and his vision to cloud over into the yellowed hue of a creature of the night. Fed and exhausted Snape collapsed onto the bed beside Harry his own teeth having retracted leaving behind just his blood stained lips and slightly tinted gaze. Snape’s eyes focused on Harry’s and while Harry might have expected to see shock he only saw silent acknowledgement. Stretching out like prey Snape smiled as Harry crawled over him his yellowed eyes eagerly soaking up the sight of the elder wizards creamy exposed skin.
“Anywhere you like.” Snape muttered quietly as he reached up and drew Harry’s lips to his own. Harry languidly licked and sucked at Snape’s tongue and lips the metallic tang of his own blood only exciting his own desire for satisfaction. Pulling away with a growl Harry dipped down and with a single flick of his tongue over Snape’s pelvis easily slid his sharp teeth into the creamy white flesh. Harry heard Snape hiss in pleasure at the feeling as he continued to suck at the liquid life, making sure not to loose a single drop as he finally pulled his teeth free and licked the two puncture wounds to seal them closed. Stretching out along Snape’s body Harry allowed himself a yawn his teeth already receding and the hyper-yellowed gaze beginning to fade from his eyes. Snape chuckled darkly as he stroked Harry’s sweat dampened hair.
“A victim indeed Mr. Potter.” With his mask now broken Harry returned Snape’s dark smile with one of his own.
“Thanks for your attention sir.” Harry whispered his voice considerably deeper and far more masculine like Snape’s liquid growl. Snape barked in amusement of the comment as the man closed his eyes and relaxed into the comfort of the bed, Harry’s head resting on the man’s chest. Harry smiled to himself his ‘project’ now complete. There would be time for more projects in the future, but for now he was content knowing he’d won a victory for himself in this war at last.
THE END
A/N Alrighty just a little something to stretch my fingers and get back into the flow of writing Potter. I know this one\'s a little darker than normal but having read Half Blood Prince and nearly died of massive heart failure when I read the end I thought I\'d turn my fruistrations on old Snivelrus who is without a doubt my singular favourite character in the HP series, more so now after this book than ever before.... Anyway\'s hope you enjoyed it, and please if you want to read and review feel free to do so as it\'s really appreciated. This was written on the 13 hour flight from London to Singapore with a really smelly greek guy one side and a lovely but slightly loopy old woman the other....wouldn\'t it be funny if they both knew what i\'d been writing for those 13 or so hours.... *Laughs evily* Fan Fiction Rules.
Cheers and thanks for reading
RIFFRAFF