High Time (Started as It Wasn't So Bad)

Warnings: Bondage, anal sex, slash sex, discipline, spanking, servitude, D/s... and so on.



Author\'s Note: So given that this is an insane AU fic, many people who should have died, didn\'t. Specifically, Tonks, Lupin, Creevey, Fred Weasley, and Moody are still alive and well. For that matter, so are Greyback, Bellatrix, and Wormtail. I\'m not sure how many of them will actually make an appearance in the story, but I just wanted to keep my options open. :-)



Dear Rettavex/BondingFetish: Many thanks for these lines from Most Trusted Solider, which I believe summarize the Harry/Severus relationship in beautiful simplicity:



“It almost sounds like you are putting your life in my hands,” Harry replied.

“Humpf. My life has always been in your hands, Harry. One way or another it always came back to you,” Severus added soberly.



Chapter 3



That night, Harry could not sleep. He found himself tossing and turning, and brooding. Neville\'s furious reaction unnerved him.



Eventually, Harry gave up on sleep, got out of bed, and headed down to the main office – to use the Floo to place a firecall to Hermione.



Hermione\'s secretary advised him that Hermione was at Wizengamot, in the middle of the most important trial of the century, but Harry did not hesitate to use the clout that came with being The Boy Who Almost Died To Save Y\'All. Shamelessly, Harry pressured the secretary, until the poor woman snapped, and ran to summon Hermione out of the session.



A few minutes later, Hermione\'s face appeared in the firecall connection.



“What is it, Harry?” she asked with concern. “Are you all right?”



“I had sex with Snape,” Harry said, feeling his throat constrict.



She glared at him dangerously. “So what\'s the crisis, Harry?”



“I kind of....”



Quickly he relayed the details of their encounters to her. She was scowling at him with open loathing.



“You called me out of the most important trial of the century for THIS? Harry, I swear to you, if Fenrir Greyback evades justice AGAIN, and only because you had to talk to me about sex with Snape...”



“Hermione, it\'s a matter of life and death!” Harry cried out pitifully. “He\'s being... sweet. And he\'s subbing to me. It\'s extremely disturbing.”



“I imagine it would be,” she conceded. “I still don\'t see how this is a matter of life and death.”



“I already owe him a bunch of life-debts,” Harry snapped. “Besides, he\'s older, and wiser, and... well.. better than me. If he continues to sub to me, it\'ll increase my indebtedness to him further, will it not?”



“Most likely,” she murmured. “I still don\'t see what you are complaining about. Don\'t you like him subbing?”



“Yes, but ... I don\'t want to screw myself over in some spectacular way,” Harry muttered. “Hermione – I\'m not clever like you - so - I don\'t know? Is there like a magical level of indebtedness beyond which ... things will become horrible for me? Like, will I be struck by a lightning at some point, if I continue to exploit the man that I am already indebted to? Will my magic be depleted if I owe someone too much? Will the Ministry of Magic put me in Azkaban ? Will I be required to give my first-born to Snape?”



“No, Harry, nothing like that,” Hermione said patiently. “Life-debts don\'t work that way. You won\'t be in trouble.”



Harry looked at her pitifully. “So.. if I owe someone a bazillion life-debts, and he doesn\'t want anything back, and instead just continues to give something... what does that make me?”



She smiled slightly, but kindly. “I\'d say, that makes you a really lucky bloke, Harry.”



He grinned a little, somewhat reassured. “I still feel weird,” he said quietly. “The sex is great – but...”



Hermione shrugged impatiently, clearly uninterested in helping him brainstorm his way out of his predicament. “Listen, Harry, fascinating as your sex life is, I really need to run. Greyback\'s trial is more important than your belly-aching, and if I screw this up, Lupin is going to kill me.”



She disappeared before he could protest, and Harry scowled into the fireplace. Fuck Greyback, Harry thought, walking back to his cabin, trust the bastard to cause endless misery to the side of Light during the war, and also to screw up Harry\'s life afterwards, by keeping Hermione occupied, and unable to give him comprehensive advice.



X x X



Harry came home, and eventually fell asleep. It was late afternoon the following day when he finally made it to Snape\'s cabin.



This time, he was absolutely determined to do better. He was not going to hurt, or exploit the war hero, and the most beautiful and noble man on face of the earth. Harry was just going to count his lucky stars, and worship him, and be nice to him. (Otherwise, he was fairly certain, either the universe would collapse due to lack of balance, or, if that did not happen fast enough, Neville would murder him.)



Severus greeted him with a gentle smile that made Harry\'s skin tingle, and his heart ache. Harry returned the smile, and simply stood in front of him, gazing at him speechlessly. There were so many things running through Harry\'s mind. He wanted to tell Severus he admired him, was grateful to him. That Severus was his hero. That Severus Snape the bravest man who ever lived, and that if Harry ever had a son, he\'d name the boy after him, and not just the stinking middle name that nobody will fucking know about – the FIRST name... Think, Severus James Potter. Or something.



Overwhelmed with emotion, Harry looked at Severus with longing, the warmth and gratitude welling up, ready to burst forth.



Harry opened his mouth, fully intending to say something that would express his admiration and respect for the man in front of him.



“Take your clothes off!” Harry blurted out.



That wasn\'t it.



Nonetheless, Severus did not seem to be surprised at all. He stood up, and simply pulled off his plain shirt, revealing the muscular, lithe, tanned torso underneath it. The pierced nipples hardened instantly, and Harry stared at them, mesmerized, unable to tear his gaze away from the points where the metal met the flesh.



Severus folded the shirt, and placed it on the back of the chair, and then looked at Harry expectantly.



Harry found it almost difficult to breathe.



“Everything,” he said.



Severus nodded silently, appearing to be completely at ease with the request. Bending over slightly, with the multicolored dreadlock strands cascading down his firm, tanned shoulders, Severus removed his simple hemp trousers, along with the shorts. After that, without being prompted, he stood in front of Harry, assuming a posture of humble submission, with his head bowed, his hands locked behind his head, and a mild smile on his lips.



Harry gazed at him in absolute euphoria, mesmerized by the man\'s effortless, trusting compliance.



Harry stepped forward towards him, until his lips were brushing against one of the pierced, hardened nipples, almost – but not quite touching it.



Harry opened his mouth, and used his tongue to lift one of the small metal hoops slightly, making it shift a bit within its nest. Severus shuddered slightly and issued a quiet moan that sound almost like a nonverbal complaint.



Harry took a hold of the other nipple ring with his fingers, and tugged on it gently, while licking and nibbling around the first. He felt nearly dizzy from the flavor of the man\'s skin, from the sensation of the metal brushing against his tongue, and from the small shudders and tiny gasps he was eliciting from Severus with every touch and caress.



Eventually, Harry\'s hand slipped behind Severus and caressed his smooth, slender backside, fingers trailing along the cleft between his buttocks. Severus sighed slightly.



“I should tie you up,” Harry taunted him. “Tie you to the bed, face down, with your legs spread out, and fuck you hard.” The feeble vestiges of his decency and conscience screamed in horror, but his arousal silenced them. He was going to some kind of wizarding hell, Harry was certain of it, so he figured, he may as well go out in style.



“Tie me to the bed, face down,” Severus mused. A small, wry, and very familiar smirk made an appearance. “Are you quite sure you are up to it?”



That sounded suspiciously like a dare, and Harry rose to the bait admirably. He grabbed Severus by the hair, and marched him to the bed, prompting him with a series of sharp, sound smacks to his buttocks, not that the smacks were necessary – but at that point, necessity was not an issue.



Severus sat on the bed, and looked up at Harry with kind amusement.



“Looks like I have been captured,” Severus observed. “I suppose there\'s no way for me to escape imprisonment?”



“None,” Harry confirmed with confidence he did not quite feel. Just how on earth he was going to restrain the famed spy who had eluded the Dark Lord for over a decade, was still uncertain.



“Well,” Severus said helpfully, “in that case, there is a set of leather restraints in the bag underneath the bed. The padlocks and the chains are in the bedside table.”



Huh? Snape has bondage gear? Here? Oh god...



Harry reached under the bed and searched through the aforementioned bag, pulling out the set of restraints – the black leather collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, laying them out on the bed, one piece after another. His hands were shaking slightly, as he realized that he was actually going to do this. He was going to tie up Severus Snape – and...



Severus extended his hand to him, offering up his wrist to be restrained. Gently and without any judgment, Severus navigated Harry through his first action of tightening the restraint around his wrist:



“Yes, just like that. No, turn it around, you want the ring on the outside. Tighter... tighter... all right, that will do.”



There was something mind-bogglingly erotic about the act of the older wizard calmly and unworriedly instructing Harry on how to chain him, and Harry quickly revised his take on the afterlife. He was now certain that he had died in some horrifying yet definitely heroic way, and this was the Wizarding heaven – where he was granted something that went beyond his wildest dreams.



And then, Severus was truly chained to the bed, face down, just like Harry had threatened, with his arms and legs wide apart, completely open, utterly vulnerable. Harry stripped quickly and climbed into bed as well, stretching himself out next to Severus.



He leaned over to kiss his upper back, right between the shoulderblades, and dragged his tongue along the man\'s spine, stopping to flick it against the small of his back. Severus lifted his hips very slightly – the restraints did not allow much movement, Harry noted with gleeful satisfaction.



He moved down and parted the man\'s buttocks unceremoniously, and licked the cleft between them, teasing the small, anxious opening with the tip of his tongue. Severus groaned quietly, bucking his hips.

Encouraged, Harry slipped his hands underneath the man\'s abdomen, to squeeze his erection. Meanwhile, Harry\'s tongue continued to circle around the tight ring of muscles, exploring every irregularity and ridge of it, caressing it, nibbling on the tiniest folds of skin, and then, sucking on them gently.



Beneath him, Severus was issuing small, plaintive noises. The magnificent erect member was throbbing in Harry\'s hand. Encouraged even further, Harry continued to do just what he was doing, until Severus was reduced to a lump of pliant flesh issuing incoherent, insincere protests.



Harry pulled away only for a few moments, and only to issue a rather rude taunt:



“Who knew the sinister Professor Snape could be tamed so easily?”



Beneath him, Severus finally managed to catch his breath.



“Indeed, Harry Potter. You should have licked my arse years ago,” Severus responded snidely, earning himself a series of rather loud slaps against his backside.



“You are insufferable. Maybe I should gag you,” Harry muttered, running his fingernails across the freshly injured flesh.



“Maybe you should just resume the former activity,” Severus said contritely. There was a faint note of desperation in his voice, and Harry felt moved to grant his wish.



A few licks and a few strokes to the man\'s cock later, Severus came, with a sharp cry, coating Harry\'s palms and fingers with his release. Harry did not bother giving his victim even a moment\'s respite. Instead, he stroked the cleft between the man\'s buttocks, and pressed two fingers, coated with Severus\' release against his opening.



Severus moaned unintelligibly when Harry\'s fingers entered him. Slightly overwhelmed and more than slightly aroused by the utter perversity of using his victim\'s release as lubrication, Harry nonetheless continued to move his fingers inside the tight channel, coaxing it to accept him, and welcome him. He dove deeper, found the small, walnut-sized gland, and ran his fingertips across it, each caress eliciting a small guttural groan from the bound wizard.



“Like that, do you?” Harry taunted, surprising himself with his own rudeness, his fingertips continuing to press and release against the man\'s prostate. “You are right, you know. I should have done this years ago.” Another application of pressure caused Severus to gulp loudly. “Maybe something like that would have convince you to continue Occlumency lessons with me, huh, Professor?” Oh shit, he did not say that out loud, did he? But it was too late to stop now. He continued to tease and taunt, reminding his old nemesis and rescuer of every spiteful comment, of every detention, of every low grade, and of every point deducted from Gryffindor with every caress. He was not sure what he was trying to accomplish, except that it felt deviantly good, and he had no intention of ceasing, until he finally goaded Severus to react with something other than an incomprehensible mumble.



“Potter!” Severus screamed at him finally. “Would you please, in the name of all that is holy, shut your god-damned filthy Gryffindor mouth and fuck me?”



Coming from Severus Snape, this sort of scream was as good as a genuine apology, and by that time, Harry was only too eager to do just that – shut his mouth and fuck. He straddled the man\'s hips and positioned his cock at the man\'s entrance. He opened him with one harsh thrust, and proceeded to ride him with unrestrained and furious self-abandon, his hands grasping and twisting the strands of the man\'s dreadlocks. Severus moved in tandem beneath him, lifting his hips to meet him with every thrust, as much as the restraints permitted. Harry found the presence of mind to shift slightly, finding a better angle to nail that elusive, treacherous knot of pleasure deep within his victim, and was rewarded by a muffled scream of delight. He kept himself going for as long as he could, but then, he felt the man\'s inner muscles tighten around him and squeeze him, and he climaxed involuntarily, flooding the tightened channel with his release.



Harry withdrew reluctantly, and collapsed to lie on top of Severus. When he reached underneath him to test for the condition of Severus\' member, he discovered a limp cock, and an enormous puddle of come, indicating a second orgasm, induced entirely by the anal penetration.



Harry smirked complacently, and rested for a few minutes. His head was laying against the man\'s sweat-drenched back. He inhaled Severus\' scent – it was musky and tantalizing, and Harry shut his eyes dreamily. Why the hell he ever bothered dating Ginny was truly a mystery to him now.



“Well. I am afraid I am done,” Severus murmured tiredly, stirring a little underneath him.



“Are you now?” Harry inquired dangerously.



“Indeed. Thanks to you, I am very thoroughly fucked. And quite done.”



“That\'s just too bad,” Harry said remorselessly. “I am nowhere near done.”



Severus tugged at his restraints. “You mean to say...”



“What can I say? Watching you struggle is making me hard again.”



“That\'s impossible,” Severus protested, but a small note of dread in his voice indicated that he wasn\'t too sure of that fact.



“Sorry. I should have mentioned that. I can go for hours.” Harry\'s hardening cock brushed against Severus\' hip, backing up the words that otherwise might have been dismissed as foolish bragging.



Severus buried his face in the pillow and murmured something that sounded like, Oh dear god.



Harry smirked.



x X x



By the time they were both done, it was early evening. Severus was resting, looking absolutely spent, and it looked like he did not even have the energy to offer a token protest against the restraints still holding him.



“I didn\'t hurt your feelings, did I?” Harry asked, when sudden dread at his horrific behavior gripped him.



“Not at all,” Severus said tiredly, but sincerely, it seemed. “It was wonderful. If anything, it felt more like true reconciliation than revenge. For me at least.”



“Good. I suppose it was the same for me, too,” Harry said with a sigh of relief that turned into a yawn, and rested his head against the man\'s sweat-drenched back once more.



“I should make some dinner,” Severus murmured, tugging against restraints very slightly.



Harry looked at him with disapproval. “That means I should unchain you.”



“Well, yes.”



“I don\'t want to,” Harry protested, fully realizing that he sounded more like a petulant child, than a masterful Dominant, but not really caring. He didn\'t care about anything, other than keeping Severus naked and chained.



“You have to,” Severus said reasonably. “I can\'t cook being chained to the bed face down.”



“I\'ll cook,” Harry volunteered. He absolutely despised cooking, but fuck, he\'d do anything to keep Severus naked and chained.



“You\'ll still need to unchain me for dinner.”



“Right,” Harry muttered, very much aware that he was losing the battle of wills and common sense. “I hope you realize that I am making a real sacrifice here.”



“Oh yes, very much so,” Severus said agreeably. “Is there anything I can offer to make the act of unchaining me more... bearable?”



“Stay naked. And wear the cuffs. And the collar,” Harry said.



“I can do that,” Severus murmured, and tugged at his restraints. “Now, if you please?”



“Fine,” Harry muttered, and used a single spell to release the chains, restraining the cuffs to the headboard. Severus pulled himself up and stretched luxuriously. Harry stood up as well, feeling a sudden heartache approach – as if he had just lost something incredibly treasured, by the mere act of releasing Severus from his bonds.



Severus looked at him with a mild smile, and then, knelt before him, bowing down deeply, and pressed his lips to Harry\'s feet. “Thank you,” he said.



Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out, so he shut it, not willing to look like a landed fish, and simply offered a single nod. His head was swimming, and his entire body felt light. In a dreamlike daze he watched Severus get off his knees, depart to the kitchen, and proceed to cook dinner.



Harry parked himself at the dining table and simply continued to stare, absolutely entranced, devouring the nude, slender body with his eyes. The man was graceful and relaxed. There was absolutely no spider-like twitching in his movements that used to be present during the stressful years of the war. The black leather collar and restraints were beautiful accents on the man\'s bronze-tanned skin. Harry\'s eyes glanced over his back, and rested on his backside, and then, Harry\'s treacherous mind conjured images of welts and bruises on the man\'s buttocks.



Heat rushed to Harry\'s face. He groaned quietly and buried his face in his hands, unable to lift his eyes. Just what the fuck was wrong with him?



A few minutes later, Severus sat the dinner on the table. They ate together in silence, which was surprisingly warm and un-awkward; except that Harry was disappointed more and more, as he realized that the day was coming to an end.



Severus looked up at him kindly. “Would you like to spend the night?” he offered.



Harry\'s heart skipped a beat or two, but he managed not to burst out into a flurry of grateful exclamations.



“That depends,” he said coolly, summoning all his willpower to sound nonchalant. “Will you sleep in chains?”



Oh shit – how could he...?



But Severus continued to gaze at him with kindness, and the smile never faded from his lips.



“If you like.”



“All right then,” Harry said quietly, cleverly realizing that if he had stayed with Severus, he wouldn\'t be back in his cabin with Neville; and Neville would instantly jump to conclusions, and think the worst of Harry\'s behavior and... Harry\'s mind was already generating images of Neville beheading him with the Sword of Gryffindor, but at this point, he couldn\'t care less.



They retreated back to the bedroom not too long after that. Severus climbed into bed first, and Harry followed him, still unable to believe his luck.



“How would you like to chain me?” Severus asked curiously.



Harry took a hold of the footboard of the bed, and steadied himself, somehow managing not to faint.



“What do you think?” Harry asked, summoning the remnants of common courtesy. “Do you have a preference?”



“I would like to keep my hands free,” Severus said softly. “I\'d like to be able to hold you. Perhaps you can attach a chain to my collar and padlock it to the bedframe.”



Harry hooked a single finger into the ring in front of the collar, and drew Severus to himself. Severus followed his lead meekly, shutting his eyes, and leaning in to kiss him. Harry kissed back, slowly and luxuriously, using the tip of his tongue to touch and press against the bead of the piercing, causing it to shift slightly within Severus\' tongue.



It did not take long until the chain was locked onto Severus\' collar on one end, and the headboard of the bed, on another. They stretched out in the bed next to each other, and Severus placed his hand on Harry\'s shoulder. Harry pressed his lips to the older man\'s fingers and found himself trembling slightly, from the belated, and yet quite genuine remorse.



“What\'s wrong?” Severus asked him.



“Nothing\'s wrong,” Harry assured him, horrified by the fact that his voice broke as he spoke. He stopped talking altogether and simply lay there in a guilty silence while Severus stroked his hair absently.



“You are obviously sulking,” Severus said reasonably, and threw his arms around Harry. “What about?”



Harry leaned into his embrace. He didn\'t quite know how to explain his guilt at ruthlessly exploiting someone wiser, older, nobler and better than himself. The fact that Severus was smiling happily, chained to he headboard was only complicating matters.



“You are older,” Harry said by the way of explanation, and shuddered inwardly because it sounded utterly rude, and he had no graceful way of continuing that line of thought.



However, Severus did not seem to take offense. He gazed at Harry thoughtfully and said:



“You feel awkward seeing someone who is older submit to you.”



Harry stared at him speechlessly. Somehow, Severus just dove into his brain, fished out the information, and understood everything, without needing a long, tedious explanation.



“Well, yes,” Harry said.



“Why?”



“I don\'t know. Just feels ... wrong.”



Severus smirked. “I bet. Does it feel good though?”



“Yes,” Harry admitted grudgingly, and added hastily, “but in a totally wrong way. I feel like I am taking advantage of you.”



Severus chuckled, clearly amused. “On the contrary. That is one major attraction of having an older, and more experienced submissive. You don\'t need to worry endlessly about taking advantage of him, or exploiting him.”



Harry glanced at him skeptically.



“The older submissive may not look as pretty at your feet in a club, or on your arm in a restaurant; he will get wrinkles and grey hairs before you do. However, his life experience will help you avoid many of the common pitfalls that you\'d face otherwise. He will help you play safe, he will help you explore what you like, and he knows what to do to make sure you enjoy yourself, without causing him harm. He won\'t pussyfoot, or play games with you - he had seen too much, and experienced too much to waste his time, and yours. At one time, he may have trusted too much and too soon, he may have submitted to the wrong sort of people – but he had learned something from it. He knows who he is, and what he wants.”



Harry sighed contentedly, as the calm, reasonable, kind voice of the older wizard carried him and rocked him to sleep, soothing anxieties and instilling hopes.



“You don\'t mind then?” Harry asked dreamily, beginning to drift off.



“Mind what?”



“This. Being submissive to me.”



Severus laughed softly and peacefully. “Harry, for a significant part of my life, I was at your service, in one form of another. The only difference, really, is that now I\'m getting laid.”





To Be Continued? Maybe? Should I?