Beg Me To Stay

Beg Me to Stay

Written By Bree

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…unfortunately. J.K. Rowling owns this series, I am merely writing this fan fiction for my own desires. I will not be making money off this, but tips are appreciated :P

Warning: Sexual Content, Language, and Very, very gay sex. 

Rating: NC-17

Type: Romance, Humor, Angst, Kink

A/N: I do realize that this story jumps a lot. Snape often appears to change personality quite a bit, but understand that this is my plan for the story. I want the readers to understand that Snape is trying to come to terms with his feelings for Harry. (There will be in a coming chapter a view of what is happening from Snape’s end of the perspective.)
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Previously:“Mister Potter, you are to go to dinner and then return here promptly for lessons. I will have no other excuses.” Severus turned and walked through the bedroom door, not having once looked back at Harry.

Harry couldn’t help but feel empty. Every time that Severus made to arouse him, he always pulled away and did no more than that. This truly was sweet torture, but Harry was determined to make the man want him—to beg him to stay in his life.

With that thought, Harry made his way down to the dinner hall, his plan now clear and the weeks ahead were to become the sweetest torture that his professor had ever to endure.

Part II: I Think I Love You

Chapter Three: Just a Bit Emotional

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Harry had made it quickly through his dinner. Surprisingly, he had finished two servings worth of beef stew and two pieces of garlic toast along with three helpings of pumpkin pie. When he had entered the hall, his appetite had been void, but when the food appeared his hunger jumped to him.

Both Ron and Hermione watched with amusement as he finished his last serving of pie. They were both in the state of which they had compromised Harry’s position and the fact that he was now going to be a bit off-handed with them. Since Harry was going to be resigning in Snape’s quarters, he wasn’t going to be meeting with them in leisure. Now his leisure was to be spent learning the art of potions.

They had talked a small bit before Harry removed himself from the hall and down to Sn--Severus’ private quarters. He all but lost his footing when he remembered what had happened before he had left. When he had been with Ron and Hermione, the thoughts and memories slipped into the back resorts of his mind so he could focus on his friends. Now, however, that he was accompanied only by his thoughts, he was beginning to feel the heat of that moment play itself over and over again in his mind.

Before he knew where he was, he stopped right outside the painting of a snake and a man in the background. The painting led into Severus’ private rooms. He whispered the password ‘trite-feet’ and stepped through the hollow opening presented to him. It seemed that once again he would have to play student as Severus made to glance at him.

“Sit down, Potter.” That voice left for no argument. Harry felt the tinge bubble over his cheeks, but he did as he was told. He hated when Snape—having creating the older version of him with the return of his last name—would resort back to professor-student status and call him Potter.

Harry watched as Snape finished what he had been working on and then brought his eyes to meet Harry’s. It was a brief moment that Harry could see the emotion play across the man’s face, but as soon as he blinked the stoic expression met his glance.

“We will begin our lessons tonight as instructed. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday after dinner we will promptly go into Occulmency lessons. Any of your leisure time will be spent reading books on potions as well as a vast study of what procedure you must take in every experiment. We will brew twice a week—Wednesday and Friday—and then over the weekend spend most of the time reviewing what we covered for the week.” Harry almost lost his will to listen as Snape drawled on, but when those eyes gazed at him accusingly, he paid attention promptly.

“It is to be understood that this will not be time to play Potter. You are to do as you are told when you are told to do it. We will be spending a lot of our time reviewing potions you already show much knowledge for, but trust me when I say this, you will need every bit of knowledge for when we begin our darker, more complex potion studies.” Snape gave a quick flick of his wrist and his wand was immediately in his hand.

Harry had heard about wandless magic, but he had never witnessed it. He was determined to one day be able to conjure a wand without the use of a wand. He nodded his head in understanding and watched as Snape rose from his seat. The wand was pointed at him without a second thought and Harry could feel the forceful probing of his memories.

Harry sat on his bed, his eyes reading over the text of potions. A soft thud of the door was heard, but then another harder thud brought Harry to attention. He saw himself throw the book underneath the bed as Vernon stormed into the room.

Harry started to fight against the invasion from Snape. He couldn’t let the man see the memory. It would be used against him in some shape or form. He retaliated when he felt the presence move away from the memory. He pushed at the presence and was soon dragged into another memory, but this time it wasn’t his.

Harry could see a man standing opposite of a snake-like man, also well known as Voldemort. He saw as the snake-like man pointed his wand and threw a particularly horrible Unforgivable curse at the man. Snape faltered to the ground, his body arching up and against the pull of the pain.

Harry was thrown from the man’s mind and in so doing, thrown from the seat. He was pushed with such force that the chair itself had given into the weight and fallen backwards. He laid breathing for a while until he heard the steady stride from Snape. When he opened his eyes, he found Snape hovering over him an eyebrow raised in question.

“Unable to get up Potter?” He sneered and moved from Harry’s sight. He pulled his body from the ground and turned to find Snape now taking a seat on the couch near the fire place. It wasn’t like Snape to just leave a lesson. Often the man would criticize him for not having been strong enough, but he hadn’t heard a word from the older wizard yet.

To be honest, Harry was caught off guard with Snape this past year. The man was like the bloody weather. One minute he was cold and unforgiving, the next moment, he was warm and comforting. Harry didn’t know whether the man even knew what he felt half the time. How could he be cruel one minute and then snog the daylights out of Harry the next? There had to be a reason to all this madness. This wasn’t torture, it was purely confusing.

Harry stood for a moment but when he didn’t receive any kind of response from Snape, he walked from the room. He had thought that the lessons had gone very well, but he was most often wrong when he thought he was doing well.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts but determined them unusable in this situation so he merely tossed his body back against the bed and glared up at the ceiling. He watched the shadows dance against the ceiling like they were playing out a scene from a long lost memory. It was soothing to watch the darkness overwhelm the room and soon he no longer saw the ceiling.

He paused a moment when he heard the low clomping of feet on the tile floor. The light dissipated from the other room and Harry figured that Snape had finally made his way to bed. The man was too confusing for his own good, but he could understand. Not even Harry knew how he felt for the other man. He did enjoy the kisses he had received, but was it all lust for the man?

Harry had once considered himself a romantic at heart. He had hoped to one day find someone that he truly loved and share the rest of his life with that person. He had soon found that his feelings were for more of the male populace then for the female. He had acknowledged the feelings and understood that he might never have a family of his own.

Harry would never be normal, but then again he sometimes was glad for it. He wondered what it would have been like if he wasn’t the Boy-Who-Lived, but other days he enjoyed knowing that there was a reason he was here, even if it meant that he wouldn’t be there for long.

Many seventeen year olds spent their days goofing off and planning out for their future of the moment. Harry had given up on his future. When you are the chosen one to defeat a Dark Lord of sorts, you give up any hope for a future. It’s a life you have mapped out for you, despite what you say in the matter.

Harry knew that he would probably not live through the battle, but he hoped that before he died he had been loved. Maybe that is why he clung so desperately to the idea of Snape. He wanted nothing more then the man to say that he was cherished and loved, but all the other had shown was he was an object for lust—nothing more.

Maybe all Harry would ever be was a something for another person, never for himself. He accepted this fact as well. No one said that the savior of the world would have a peachy life.

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Harry awoke with a start. He hadn’t taken the potion that Snape had given him. He searched his suitcase for the silver liquid, but when he found none, he let an audible sigh pass his lips. He must have forgotten it in the night stand next to his bed. He would have to retrieve it tomorrow. Tonight however, he would have to put up with the lack of sleep.

He slipped from the room and made his way to the couch. His head was swimming. He had to calm his nerves. Although the vision had been small, he still felt the chill of those curses sent to put unfortunate muggle families into despair. He wanted to help them, comfort them perhaps and let them know that everything would be alright, but he was unable to help them.

He felt the tears start to brim his eyes at the thought of that small child being cursed. She had been so young and innocent. What had she deserved to receive such a fate? She was so young and precious that Harry had felt his heart ache deeply as she writhed under the curse.

He felt the first of the tears breach his eyes and stream down his face. He couldn’t help the soft sob that slipped from his throat as the tears streamed more freely. He wanted to save that child, but he had no way to help the little girl. He couldn’t even help himself in that moment of pain of the curse. He had felt it too, the power of it washing over him in the moment that the little girl cried out in pain.

He pressed his hands firmly to his face as he sobbed into his hands crying for the child that would never live a life of happiness. Like him, it had been fated for death; fated and without choice in the matter all because someone else had chosen it for them.

Harry felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he was suddenly aware of the presence above him. He stiffened as the hand caressed lightly along his back and soon a body accompanied him on the couch. He turned to be faced with his Potion’s Professor, dressed in black silk pajamas.

He watched the dark depths of his professor’s eyes as he gazed almost immediately into them. The tears had slowly eased their ways from his eyes and now flowed without anger in the moment. He merely cried for the girl’s fate. Later he knew he would regret letting Snape see him openly cry like a little girl, but he believed he had every right to cry. It was in that moment that he realized that Snape was there, comforting him once more in his turmoil.

Even though they had been overwhelmed that night with the lessons, the man still made for comforting Harry. The respect that he had for Snape increased greatly as the unspoken agreement for silence was made between them. While they both were silent, their eyes made conversation of tonight’s events. It would be forgotten like the rest and they would both move on.

Harry watched as Snape merely smirked as Harry came out of his depression. The man was sadistic but that’s what Harry loved about him. He never knew what the other was thinking or what his next move would be. He could say that he truly could see the rest of his life—however short it may turn out—being with this man at his side.

They both parted having yet to speak a word, and Harry made his way back into the room. He slept surprisingly well for the night, but the girl’s face still plagued his thoughts. He knew that in good time he would tell Snape what had made him cry. The Great Golden-Boy crying into the night which he knew would make a great headline for the Daily Prophet.

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“You have an off-balance of hormones, Harry,” Hermione stated in a matter-of-factly tone. He had spent the entire morning explaining to her that he was often feeling depressed and the need for a good cry. She had gone into a deep lecture on how Harry was growing into his body and it was slowly becoming overwhelmed with stress and so his hormones were out of sorts.

“Then what do you suggest I do, Hermione?” He glared at her as if she was the cause for all of his problems. He knew that lately he had been off end with emotions which would explain the last few days where he would feel the need to break into tears. He refused to admit the depressed state he had been in to Snape, just excusing himself from lessons saying that he didn’t feel well and that the potion wasn’t working efficiently at night.

“There is a potion you can brew to calm the overpowering hormones, but it will take at least a day and unfortunately, it will make you…” she looked as if she was hesitant or looking for the right word. She finally found what she was looking for and made to continue, “frisky.”

Harry gazed at her for a moment trying to understand what she meant by frisky, but when he came to the conclusion she meant it in a sexual way, he glared daggers at her. “There has to be another potion.”

Hermione shook her head, “No Harry there isn’t. This one is highly effective, but you will be quite frisker due to the additional hormones added to balance out the overflow of pulses that make you depressed. It’s not really all that bad considering that you are a boy and should be ‘frisky’ any way.”

Harry sighed having no comfort in her words but agreeing. He certainly would rather be horny then be an emotional teenage girl. It seemed that he would have to find some way to convince his libido that he was in control when the potion began to take effect. He slowly nodded his head and she handed him the book with a grin. Oh she was enjoying this…

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The potion surprisingly smelled good as it got to the final stages of the brew. He had taken to the secrecy of the girl’s bathroom where Myrtle watched closely as he made his libido inducing potion. He wasn’t sure as to what extent it would make him horny, but he could only hope that it was very slight. He was having lessons tonight and he wouldn’t want Snape to witness some kind of odd fantasy.

He slowly brought the potion to a simmer before dropping the pixie wings into the mix and then a bit of chocolate. It was an odd ingredient, but what the book listed, he performed. He watched as the potion turned a soft purple in color and he finally deemed it finished.

Taking out the amount needed for his first night, he took down the substance. It was surprisingly good despite the ingredients and he found that he would have no trouble remembering to take it every night. He bottled the rest of the potion into vials and stored them in his pockets. He had enough for a week. He made his way out of the girl’s bathroom and down towards the dungeon. If he was to make it on time, he would have to run.

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“Concentrate Potter,” Snape sneered as Harry shook his head lightly in the haze of memory. He was once more on the floor, his eyes trained to the ceiling after quite a brutal battle of the mind with Snape. He felt completely exhausted and the will to continue had dissipated the second time he had landed on the floor.

It had been two hours since he had taken the potion and he had yet to feel anything. He hoped beyond hope that he had brewed it correctly, even though he knew he had since the book had clearly stated what the finished product should look like and the potion clearly matched the description with every detail.

He rose to his feet once more and looked across the room to Snape who was standing with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. “It seems that you are beyond my help tonight Potter. Our lessons will continue tomorrow since you were unable to perform tonight.”

Harry made to argue but the glare in Snape’s eyes made his mouth close almost instantly. The man looked absolutely ghastly with his eyes glaring deep and his lips pulled into a thin line. Sometimes Harry wondered if those moments with those lips moving passionately against his were merely fantasies that he had made himself believe had happened. Was this what Snape meant by torture? Not being able to feel intimate until he proved himself?

He could almost feel the rage boil beneath his skin. It was absolutely horrid the way the man played with his feelings—although that was more of a female’s way of thinking, he didn’t care. Maybe all he really wanted was to know he was cared for. At this rate, he would be killed by Voldemort before Snape said anything to the extent of caring for him.

He sighed audibly and nodded his head, turning to look over towards the direction of his private room. He guessed that it would be better that he got some sleep any way. He wasn’t going to be able to pay attention in Professor McGonagall’s class if he didn’t go to sleep earlier.

He made his way to the room having made no attempt at striking any form of conversation with the other man. It seemed that Snape was in a foul mood tonight any way. Then again, he couldn’t think of a time when Snape wasn’t in a foul mood. Even when the man snogged his magic from him, the man had done it after being pushed in one way or another most often out of anger.

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The last thing he wanted was to get in a fight with Snape before he went to bed. Now that it seemed that the potion wasn’t working, he didn’t want to have to cry once more in front of the other.

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Harry groaned as he felt hands move all over his body, teasing his sensitive nipples and causing shivers to be shot down the sides of his body and spine. It was absolutely sinful what those fingers could do when then moved along the bare of his skin. He groaned when he felt a hot tongue follow a sallow path down from one nipple to the dip in his stomach. A gasped dripped from his mouth as that delicious tongue made to fuck his naval with an unforgiving speed.

He groaned, “Sev’rus…”

He awoke with a start and his body arched in a cold sweat. He moved his hand from his chest and felt the hard flesh peeking out of his boxer shorts. He groaned throwing his head back as he noticed that no longer was the other man’s presence there. He touched the engorged organ and began to pump it into a quick rhythm.

His body arched again as his body gave into the heat and he was once again reminded of his voice. He couldn’t hold back the slow groans and moans leaving his mouth with the thought of the other man. He needed the older man so badly that he would do anything to have those sinful lips on his again.

He turned his head to the side as he felt his pre-come seep in slow streams down his awaiting cock. He wasn’t far from coming when he felt the door of his room open slowly. He had forgotten to put up the silencing charms. He felt the heat rush to his face, of what hadn’t been there already and he removed his hand from his erection. He was so close. He needed to come so badly, but he feared being found out as well.

He watched as the dark figure came closer to his bed and he made to act like he had been having a bad dream. He groaned again and turned himself over to hide his erection. If Snape was going to watch, he was going to make a good show of it.

He could feel the man’s presence hanging over the side of the bed so he made to whimper again this time arching up and away from the mattress. He could feel the steady breath above him as the man took a seat next to the bed putting a welcomed hand on Harry’s shoulder. He then heard the gentlest voice he had yet to hear from Snape.

”Shhh, Harry it is only a dream.” Snape shook his shoulder gently. “Harry wake up.”

Harry wasn’t about to give in. He wanted to make the man want him tonight, more then he had before. He groaned again rubbing his erection into the mattress. “Sev’rus,” he breathed. He could feel the man tense for a moment, the hand on his shoulder stilling for a moment.

If he hadn’t been so engrossed in the plan at hand, he would have smirked. He continued his soft whimpers and soon then turned into needy pants. “Yes, touch me. Oh Merlin, Severus. Harder.” He could feel the man’s hand slowly ease down his shoulder.

Snape’s breathing had quickened and he could feel the man struggle not to move and wake Harry. It was too much playing with his professor. Now Harry was in control of the man. He could twist and turn those feelings of lust to do his bidding.

“Please,” he whimpered. He felt that hand stop and he knew that Snape was at his last straw. He felt the man growl and before he could have a chance to bask in glory, he was on his back with his Potion’s Master between his legs.

“That is quite enough, Potter.” He felt the man shift hard against him and it caused a surprised yelp to pass through his lips. He could see the dark outline of the man’s body above his. Even though he had had the upper hand earlier, he was now the one paying his respects to who clearly dominated.

“You have played me enough these past few days,” Snape growled as he began to sharply thrust his obvious erection against Harry’s. “I have held back so that you could continue your studies but you just prove more insolent then you were back in your first year.”

Thank god, Snape was finally back. The demented, mood changing professor he had seen the last few weeks had put him off guard. It was nice to see that he understood this person better than he had in the last few weeks. Despite his fear, he was overly aroused by the man’s words.

”I have kept my hands off you to allow you to adjust to our new schedule,” he said as he once more threw his erection at Harry, but this time in touched lower and Harry found himself groaning in the sheer sensitivity of the place the man touched. If Snape continued doing that, he was going to come right then and there.

“But no longer will I give you time, Potter. No, I’m going to defile your delicious body and you are going to find yourself unable to walk for weeks.” Harry groaned and nodded his head in the silent plea.

Sna—no Severus pulled away at his pajama pants and then brought Harry to complete nakedness though he had only had his boxers on to begin with. He could feel the raw arousal of the man when he gazed up into those dark eyes. He should be afraid of what his professor might do to him, but he wasn’t. If anything, he was aroused by the mere thought that the man was going to take him hard and fast.

Severus crushed their mouths together as he began to explore Harry’s body. Tonight, however, wasn’t about love making it was about raw lust and the need to claim. Severus called for the lubrication via wand and began to slowly douse his fingers in the slimy substance.

Before Harry was able to register where those fingers were going, his mouth was taken possessively by Severus’ in a deep, heated kiss that left them both breathless. He almost jumped when those fingers rimmed his entrance and then one slowly slid in with a bit of resistance.

“Relax, Harry.” He relaxed purely out of the way the man said his name. He was glad that Severus was going to make him feel wanted. He knew that tonight would be about be claimed but he was happy to know that Severus still wanted Harry to know that he was not being used.

He could feel the second finger slide into the depths of his canal as Severus made to stretch him. He spread his legs further to accommodate for the feeling of being filled. He wasn’t going to lie and say it was a pleasant filling, but it didn’t hurt much except for the small burning sensation when they both had first entered. He had heard that it hurt a lot your first time, but he wasn’t afraid of the pain. All he wanted in that moment was to be claimed by his Potion’s Professor.

Finally, when he was beginning to enjoy the feel of his professor’s fingers probing him from within, they were removed and he could only anticipate what he would feel next. He watched as Severus gazed at him, a silent question in his eyes. Harry nodded his head and allowed Severus to continue.

Harry gasped as the blunt head of Severus’ cock touched against his well stretched entrance. He was nervous but he gazed up at Severus and understood that he would be taken care of. He braced himself as the head pushed against the ring of muscle. He tried to relax as the burning was almost unbearable.

He cried out as the head made its way into the tight ring, but once it had passed through, there was a small relief of pain and he felt his body relax against the invasion. He breathed heavily as Severus made shallow thrusts into him to drive himself deeper into the hot insides of Harry.

“So tight,” Severus groaned as he pushed further into Harry.

Harry shut his eyes tight as the pain slowly numbed and he was once again able to relax. He felt Severus finger the tears running from his eyes and then a tongue made to lap at them in comfort. He smiled through his pain and then nodded given Severus permission to continue.

As the thrusts became deeper and aimed for that secret gland that would allow for any form of pleasure, Harry was caught in groans and moans along with Severus. He couldn’t have had played this out more perfectly in his mind. He felt a rush of sensation and it surprised him as the pleasure coursed through his legs curling his toes in an effort to release.

“Ah,” he gasped as the spot was once again hit. He looked up to the smirking face of his professor and was once again caught off guard by the sensation. It seemed that Severus now aimed for that spot within him that made him tingle all over. He breathed heavily as he could feel his body awaken to arousal.

Severus thrusted deeper and harder into him as he was getting close to his own orgasm. He slid his hand between their bodies and made to help along with Harry’s already sensed orgasm.

Harry moaned low in his throat as he felt the over powering sense of loss when the hot liquid substance came in spurts from the tip of his erection. Lips covered his as he felt two deep thrusts and hot, filling liquid fill him from the inside, instantly warming his lower half.

He felt Severus’ tongue lap at his bottom lip before the man pulled out of him and whispered the cleaning spell over both of them. He was then pulled against a firm chest, his back resting against the spent cock of his Potion’s Professor.

The desperation of sleep touched his senses and he thought it a dream the whispered words in his ears as he fell to sleep.

“Love you, insolent brat.”

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A/N: Sorry about the rather vague love scene, but I promise they get better and kinkier. I would like to thank all those who reviewed, I will be emailing those that reviewed on my story, so if you have reviewed, make sure that I know your current email address. Until next chapter, BYE BYE!