The Most Difficult Of All Our Tasks

Chapter the Third – The Wonder that is Alcohol



Harry felt cheerful the entire evening after seeing and drinking with Snape. Certainly his cock enjoyed being that close to the object of its obsession, even though the older man didn’t seem to notice just how often the young bartender came by and checked he was ok.



“You’ve got rooms here, haven’t you?” Snape asked, towards eleven o’clock.



“As in places for you to sleep? Sure. As in, do I live on the premises? No.” Harry answered, not caring that he was saying too much.



“Can I have a room?” A pause then, “As in a place for me to sleep, not for me to take away,” the potions expert gave a slow smile.



God that smile should be banned. Harry thought as his prick pointed happily at the man it wanted.



“I can arrange that. Would you like a single or a double?” He asked politely.



“Double,” Snape all but purred.



Bloody hell! That Special Reserve should come with a health warning! ‘May turn snarky gits into fucking sexy men’. Harry snorted.



“Whas so funny?” the older man asked, just starting to slur his words.



“Nothing, just thinking about the wonder that is alcohol.”



“It’s good stuff, that’s for sure. To Alcohol!” Snape raised his glass and downed the large shot in it. He reached for the bottle and looked at it. “Need to stop drinking,” he observed.



Harry picked up the bottle and walked off, calling over his shoulder, “Come on, Mr Snape, let’s find you a room.”



***



“Harry Potter!” Snape growled.



Harry stopped still, frozen. How has he worked out it’s me? He thought, utterly panicked.



“Bastar’ jus’ wandered off an’ lef’ me,” Snape was rapidly losing control of himself, Harry noticed, and thought how pissed off the older man would be if he realised how similar he sounded to Hagrid’s way of speaking.



“Didn’t know you two were that close,” the bartender observed, closing the curtains.



“Weren’t,” Snape admitted, “but still, he shouldn’t have gone. Had a tigh’ arse. Thoroughly fu’able. Like yours.”



Harry went very still.



Homosexuality was as prevalent in the magical community as in the muggle one, but the wizarding community’s attitude towards it resembled that of the muggles twenty or more years ago. Anyone who preferred their own gender was a ‘pervert’, a ‘freak’, ‘sick’, and plenty of other unpleasant names. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t gay bars available for those so inclined, or that rent boys weren’t a part of the magical world, but they were rarelynever talked of, and few homosexual men or women would talk freely of their desires to a stranger. Which was why Harry looked curiously at the older man.



“Sir,” Harry said quietly, knowing he had to follow convention, “I’m flattered by your comment,” Hell yeah! Down boy! DOWN! “but have no desire to join with you in such a manner as that implied.” Harry, you tosser! Why are you still dressed? Get your clothes off and shag him!



Harry was starting to wonder about how sane he was. He was saying one thing and his brain was screaming something else at him. Had he been two people too long?



“Can’t fool me,” Snape said, sounding slightly less drunk, “you’re like me. Whatever spiel you just came out with.”



“I’m not!” Harry said, panicked.



What am I supposed to do?



SHAG HIM YOU MUPPET!



I can’t.



You’ve spent years wanking off imagining being in this situation, and NOW you back out? God are you pathetic!



Snape was looking at the younger man steadily, almost all trace of drunkenness gone.



Shit! Can he get into my head? Brick wall. Think brick wall.



“Excellent blocking,” Snape commented as Harry desperately shut the other out. “But I’ve already seen enough to know that you are interested, however, if you do not wish to act on your impulses, very well. Good night.” He waved towards the door, clearly indicating that Harry should go.



The younger man couldn’t make himself move.



“I…” he began, having no idea what he was going to say.



Snape stood up and moved towards Harry. The younger man didn’t move, didn’t back away, just waited. A pale hand reached out for the zipper on his top. It slid down slowly, the noise of the metal teeth disengaging loud in the quiet room. It finally came undone and the black material slithered to the floor.



An eyebrow lifted slightly. “An enjoyable view,” Snape remarked before taking the bartender’s hands and pulling him towards the bed.



The older man pushed the brown hair from Harry’s face and stared carefully into the depths. “You can back out at any time, I know I’m not physically pleasing to look at, due to my past.”



Harry swallowed and tried not to purr. “I don’t care,” he said, eyes closing as one finger began stroking his cheek, “I’m not a particularly nice person, so we deserve one another.”



“Indeed,” Snape looked intrigued and leaned in for a kiss.



Their lips met softly, just skin brushing across skin almost tenderly as their nerves tingled at the contact. Harry gasped, his breath whispering across Snape’s thin lips. The potions expert pulled away slightly and traced Harry’s lips with a finger. The younger wizard felt lost in the other’s touch. Every thing was still and every thing he was was centred on the nail now scraping so gently across his skin that he shivered.



“Please,” he whimpered.



Snape moved his nail and dipped his head again, this time his tongue continued the work begun by his digit. It swept again and again over the other’s lips, tasting the soft skin, lapping, licking, lathing Harry’s body with attention. He took his tongue back, and smiled lightly at the boy’s moan of disappointment. Instead he pulled the full bottom lip into his mouth and bit lightly on it, before he began sucking, his tongue again pressing against the trapped flesh.



Harry pressed closer to Snape, one hand tangled in the other’s black hair, pulling the older wizard more fully to him. His cock throbbed in his combats, and he rocked himself against the older man’s thigh as his lip was sucked and tormented.



Again, Snape released him and began softly pressing his own heated lips against the boy’s.



The younger man could feel Snape’s arousal and he groaned, wanted to feel it against him, in him.



The potions master lapped delicately at Harry’s mouth, gently teasing the other’s lips apart. Eager, the bartender opened and let the older man thrust his tongue forcefully in. All gentleness seemed forgotten now as Snape began claiming Harry’s mouth. The long muscle stroked along Harry’s before pressing deep into the warm cavern, then flicked its way around the boy’s teeth. It pulled back and the two men’s tongues just touched and tickled against each other for a long moment before Snape plunged back in, hips rocking in motion with his tongue as he kissed the younger wizard into a limp puddle.



Clutching wildly at Snape, Harry allowed himself to be laid onto the bed. Desperate for more contact, he spread his legs and wrapped his thighs around the older man’s waist.



Snape pulled his lips free and looked down at the boy’s flushed face and sparkling eyes.



“An eager little thing, aren’t you?” He asked, smirking.



“Just fuck me!” Harry begged.



Snape thrust his hips down, grinding his cock against the other’s trapped length. The boy moaned.



“I intend to. But first you need to take care of Protection.” He stared meaningfully at Harry and tugged himself free of the boy’s powerful thighs.



“I will,” Harry panted, reaching for Snape. “But, please just kiss me again.”



Snape shook his head. “Not until I know you’re Protected. I shall remove myself to the bathroom and disrobe there.” He smiled at Harry’s groan. “Whilst I am preparing for our coupling,” Harry groaned again, “I expect you to prepare yourself as well.”



Harry nodded and watched the other’s fantastic arse move away from him.



I’m gonna have sex with Snape! I’m gonna have sex with Snape! Oy, Harry, not until you protect yourself you muppet! Oh right.



Harry seriously did wonder about the two voices he heard in his head, but right now he focused on casting the right charms to ensure he didn’t catch any STDs. How like Snape to ensure my health.



“I’m done,” Harry called in the direction of the bathroom.



Snape strode confidently across the floorboards, his prick slapping slightly against his stomach as he moved. He bent over Harry. “And yet you seem still to be dressed, a serious oversight on your part. Perhaps I should retreat once more to the bathroom and allow you a little more preparation.”



“NO!” Harry grabbed at the other’s arm as he half turned. “I’ll be stripped in moments.” He kicked at the heels of his boots, flinging them across the room. Snape raised an eyebrow in amusement.



He unbuttoned his combats and wriggled free of them and quickly pulled his briefs off and dropped them over the side of the bed. He reached down and tugged his socks off and then lay still, chest heaving, looking up at the other, utterly naked, utterly, gloriously, aroused.



“Interesting tattoo,” Snape observed as he drank in the sight of the flushed man.



Self consciously Harry covered his right hip bone, for inked there was a small green serpent that writhed and moved almost constantly. Now though, it was still, eyes fixed on the stranger who looked down upon it.



“Get onto your hands and knees,” Snape ordered.



Harry didn’t hesitate. He twisted around on the bed and positioned himself as commanded, face pressed into the pillows, ass high in the air.



For a long time there was no movement from Snape, he seemed merely to be gorging himself on the sight of the desperate boy. He finally allowed one finger to trail down Harry’s spine, down the curve of his ass and press lightly against the pucker.



“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuck!” Harry moaned.



The finger pulled away, but quickly returned, wet and slightly sticky. It again pressed Harry, and rubbed the boy again and again, until Harry was rocking back to meet the digit and sobbing into the pillow with need.



He howled as the finger plunged into his ass without warning. Snape clamped his free hand on one of Harry’s hips and held him still as he thoroughly fucked the boy’s hole with his finger.



“P- p-plllleeeeaaassseeeeee!” he begged, hips twitching. He wanted to move so much it hurt.



A second finger joined the first buried in Harry’s arse, and the feeling of the thick hardness pumping relentlessly in and out of him defeated Harry. He shuddered and came, ass clenching so painfully onto Snape’s fingers the other worried they would break, yet still he didn’t slow his relentless thrusting into the boy.



Not giving the boy time to recover from his climax, the older wizard stuffed a third digit into the boy and rammed again and again into Harry.



“Oh, god,” Harry panted.



With a sucking noise, Snape pulled free and the bed shifted under the two men. The younger wizard felt the hard blunt wetness of Snape’s prick pressing against his prepared hole. His pucker was twitching helplessly and he bit onto the pillow, groaning, his cock already filling again to its full hardness.



“Ready?” Snape asked quietly.



Harry shook, coherent sentences almost beyond him.



When no answer was forthcoming from Harry, Snape pressed his cock hard against the relaxed muscle. “Ready?” He hissed.



Harry clawed uselessly at the sheets under him, Snape’s cock at his ass was a painful pressure, it pushed but didn’t satisfy.



Snape growled angrily at Harry’s lack of response and pulled his cock free. Savagely he plunged his three digits into Harry’s ass and twisted them around, spreading the fingers and pounding hard into the boy’s sore ass.



“Ready?” he snarled as his fingers slammed again and again into Harry’s arse.



“Y-yes!” Harry sobbed.



“Good!” The digits pulled free and Snape’s prick again took its place against the twitching hole. He pressed forcefully against the muscle until it finally gave in and allowed him within the boy’s tight body. His swollen tip popped inside the channel and he gasped as he was squeezed.



Snape clutched at Harry’s hips and pushed another two inches of his thickness into the grasping passage. He waited for Harry to grow accustomed to his presence, and as he saw some of the tension leave the boy’s shoulders, he thrust another few inches in.



The boy threw his head back. His ass burnt and he was sure he was being split in two by the other’s huge cock. His shoulders sagged and his forehead pressed against the pillows once more.



Snape waited, fighting the urge to just force the rest of his length in and fuck the boy mercilessly.



A long time passed before the boy seemed to relax slightly. Snape fed still more of his shaft in. He had a small amount left before he would be fully settled inside the boy and could begin claiming him.



Underneath him, Harry was panting and whimpering. Snape asked, his voice gravelly from trying to control himself. “Is it too much?”



Harry moaned, but shook his head. “Ju-just a shock.” He gasped out, voice hoarse.



Snape reached one hand under and fondled the boy’s balls. As he had suspected, the youngster had lost his erection, so with clever, skilled fingers, he set about regaining it. Snape’s delicate fingers stroked softly along the limp penis, before he pulled the foreskin back and scratched his nail against the exposed tip.



Harry groaned, head thrown back briefly before it sank again to the pillows. His cock twitched and began to harden under Snape’s careful ministering. The potions expert pumped the boy proficiently, feeling the other rocking into the grip. As Harry pushed back, Snape tightened his grip on the hip he still held and thrust the last part of his length in.



“Fuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Harry wailed as he felt Snape’s balls press against his ass and knew that all of the older man’s frankly frightening cock was buried within him.



“That was the general idea,” Snape tried to be snarky, but it came out breathy, his prick being squeezed unyieldingly by the boy under him. He pulled himself partly free of Harry and then rammed back in.



“Oh shit!”



Snape draped himself along Harry’s back, his cock pressing painfully into the other. He snatched his hips back and snapped them forward.



“Bugger!”



Snape’s hands clenched onto the boy’s hips as he tugged free and jabbed back in.



“Fuck!”



He pulled out, jerked hard within the boy.



“Oh god!”



His thrusts became faster and faster, Harry’s comments getting steadily louder and louder as his control broke, and he began screaming.



“Shit!”



“Merlin!”



“Harder!”



“Oh sweet fuck!”



“Harder!”



“There!”



“THERE!”



“THERE!”



“HARDER!”



“HARDER!”



“HARD – ER!”





-- Lucky, lucky Harry! Shame things are about to go pear shaped! ;) SP