Light on the Dark Side of Me

Title: Light on the Dark Side of Me
Author: Cocoa-Snape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs exclusively to JKR…she is a goddess. I am making no money from this.
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Author’s Note: It would do for you to refresh your memory of the previous chapter...because this is the same scene and picks up the moment chpt 31 leaves off. Enjoy.

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Light on the Dark Side of Me
Chapter 32: Without a second thought


Severus Snape was not a man who ‘got caught up in the moment.’ He was not a man who got lost in sensation or feeling. He certainly was not a man who listened to, cared about, or was affected by romantic words or affectionate gestures. It seemed, therefore, that at this very moment, Severus Snape was not himself.

For the past few minutes, amidst astonishing admissions of love and unexpected demonstrations of passion, Snape found that he was caught in a haze – a haze that just happened to be Harry Potter.

Here he stood, with this young man whispering against his form, Harry’s face rubbing, all but writhing, against his chest. The murmuring, which had begun as a low whisper, had transformed into a sort of high-pitched keen and was becoming more and more insistent, betraying an unmistakable fearful anxiety also evident from the desperate movements of Harry’s body. A body that was begging for contact, however minimal, with him.

Aware of Harry suddenly reaching for the very top button of his waistcoat, Snape felt his whole body stiffen sharply. But he didn’t move, heeding Harry’s earlier words to remain still – leaving him both startled and puzzled by his acquiescence.

Harry, worrying, or perhaps sensing that Severus was about to halt his progress – or at least awaken from whatever lust filled coma he had managed to place him in – tried desperately to keep things going. As he set to work on the multitude of buttons on the black coat, he punctuated each one with a question he hoped – he knew – would weaken Severus’s resolve.

“Tell me you want me to leave…and I’ll stop,” Harry whispered.

Snape’s head tilted slightly to the side and his eyes darkened such that Harry could all but see the words preparing to roll themselves off the man’s tongue. Harry felt like he was going to be sick.

“Severus,” he interjected angrily, “don’t make me ask you to take Veritaserum.”

Harry could tell that that had not been the right thing to say, that Severus did not take kindly to the threat. The man’s gaze had now morphed into a furious glare. Harry did not know if Severus was angry because he had had the gall to presume what he was going to say or if his anger stemmed from the suggestion to take Veritaserum. Harry didn’t care.

It had taken less than a millisecond for his plan to backfire. Initially having hoped to exert some measure of control over Severus, Harry realized that Severus was – and always would be – the one in control. Whether conscious or subconscious, overt or tacit, this man held a power over Harry that he himself did not understand. And Harry realized, he didn’t want it any other way – as long as he was with him.

“Damn it! Don’t do this to me!” Harry shouted back, responding hysterically to Severus as if the man had spoken, violently grabbing the front of Severus’s waistcoat in his clenched fists. Harry was shaking uncontrollably now, more himself than Severus. The force and anger of his movements were belied entirely by the tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Harry spluttered loudly, trying desperately to regain control even as he felt his world closing in around him. “Don’t you dare shove me away like this!”

And suddenly the demand turned into a begging whimper as Harry thrust his tear-stained face against Severus’s chest once again, “Please don’t…oh my God, please don’t…”

Realizing how wayward his plan had gone, how horribly his composure had crumbled, Harry cursed himself silently as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt. And with as much confidence as he could muster, he continued once again in his task of unbuttoning Severus’s waistcoat, trying desperately to steady his now severely trembling hands.

“Tell me you weren’t hoping I’d come and see you…and I’ll stop,” Harry resumed, his voice distinctly more hoarse than it was mere moments ago.

This time, Snape made no indication that he was going to respond as Harry worked on another button.

“Tell me you didn’t want me to kiss you…and I’ll stop.”

No response.

“Tell me that week we spent together meant nothing…and I’ll stop.”

No response.

“Just tell me you don’t…l…feel anything for me…and I’ll stop.”

Damn! The word ‘love’ had very nearly rolled off his tongue! Thank Merlin he’d caught that! Severus’s love was not something that Harry was the least bit certain of and he definitely didn’t want the man to tell him to stop.

Harry knew very well that he was taking a big risk. Because even if he could succeed, even if he could take advantage of this moment – Severus’s brief, but significant surrender of control – he did not know where that would leave him when all was said and done…when reality returned. But he didn’t care. Because right now this was what he wanted. To show Severus how much he wanted him, how very much he loved him.

As his fingers continued their work, Harry soon realized the process of removing Severus’s waistcoat was far more arduous than he had anticipated. The narrowness of each buttonhole seemed utterly too ridiculous to be practical, and he was beginning to think this task might very well take an eternity. But his primary concern at the moment was that given enough time, Severus might very well snap out of his haze and reconsider what was happening between them in the first place. Harry glanced up at the man as he struggled with another button, barely a third of the way down and noticed, to his terror and relief, that Severus was smirking at him.

“You could help me you know,” Harry said, trying to hide his agitation.

“You told me not to move,” Snape whispered, in a matter-of-fact reply.

“And you pick now to listen to me?” Harry replied playfully, hoping to dispel some of his own and Severus’s anxiety with humor. Apparently it had some effect because Snape clutched his wand through his trousers and the very next moment, all the buttons were undone.

Harry smiled, and then feeling the slightest chill on his back realized that Severus had removed his shirt completely. Harry was ready for cry foul, but when he looked up and noticed Severus’s shamelessly pointed gaze at his naked chest, he decided that it would serve him best to remedy the unfairness before him, rather than start an argument.

Moving forward, Harry made quick work of the buttons on Severus’s pressed white shirt, despite the distraction of feeling the man’s hands rubbing his back. Harry leaned in and soon the two were kissing again, their lips meeting so softly, the tips of their tongues seemed almost to be communicating. As they parted, Harry managed to finish pulling off Severus’s shirt, leaving both men standing clad only in their trousers.

Harry realized his mouth was probably open, and he knew he eyes were certainly ogling. He knew he loved Severus. He knew that whatever Severus looked like, he would love his body. But he hadn’t been expecting this. Perhaps he should not have been too surprised given the fact that he had spent over nine days in close quarters with man, had even wrapped his arms around him. Nonetheless, he was left breathless with the vision of Severus Snape that stood before him.

Severus’s chest was well muscled and was framed by broad shoulders and perfectly formed arms. The smooth expanse of creamy skin was interrupted only by sparse hairs around his nipples and an enticing trail of black hairs leading from his belly button down to the edge of the trousers that Harry couldn’t help but stare at.

“My God…you’re beautiful,” Harry whispered, almost to himself.

Registering a derisive snort, Harry took a quick step forward and pressed his chest against Severus’s, and they both groaned at the first unprecedented skin contact. As their lips found each other again, Snape couldn’t remember how he had suddenly found himself lying on his plush wool rug in front of his hearth, with Harry Potter on top of him.

But with that, reality flooded back in full force. Snape felt Harry begin pressing delicate kisses all along his chest, the boy’s hands moving a bit more urgently over every inch of exposed skin.

What are you doing, Severus? he asked himself.

Another part of his mind answered, Shut up.

He says he loves you, Severus! Are you ready for this?

I don’t bloody well care, the other part responded.

Tell him to stop, Severus.

No.

Have you even thought about what this means? He was crying hysterically against you just a few minutes ago! Tell him to stop. Damn reality!

“Harry…” Snape began, but found himself unable to finish his half-hearted attempt to force Harry to stop. Instantly, he noticed strange noises emanating from the young man straddled over him. Harry, who was so entranced by Snape’s body, was oblivious to the man’s sudden outburst. Instead, Snape heard Harry making noises of his own, noises that were a bit too akin to Parseltongue for Snape’s liking. He listened closer, and recognized the unmistakable sibilant hisses. His heart sped up at the sound and he felt his cock swell – to his utter horror, Snape realized that these noises were driving him wild with arousal.

Determined to stop them, determined to snap some sense back into the boy, he snapped, “What in the bloody hell are you babbling about?”

Harry’s head shot up and he blushed, realizing that he had been speaking in the unrecognizable tongue. A moment later, the words followed, this time in English, as Harry managed in a breathless demand, “I want you. I want you so badly, Severus. And I don’t want to go another day without you.”

Snape felt like he had been smacked in the face. He had expected Harry’s next words to seem silly, to pale in comparison to the exotic hissing noises. Completely tongue-tied and loath to dismiss Harry’s words, Snape dropped his head back down onto the hearth rug and closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was here – half-naked on his sitting room floor, with Harry Potter lying on top of him, whispering affectionate adorations. And all the while, he could feel all of Harry’s eagerness and curiosity focused exclusively on him. There was no denying it any longer – it was utterly intoxicating.

Relieved by Severus’s momentary concession of control, Harry lowered his head and tasted Severus’s nipples with the tip of his tongue, first licking them and then blowing his hot breath on them. A moment later, Harry let all his weight fall on top of Severus, each man now chest to chest. He placed his nose into the crook of Severus’s neck and began licking, kissing and nipping every inch of flesh – all the while swearing, half in English, half in Parseltongue, his undying devotion to this man.

Snape gasped at the sensations – the ideal pressure of Harry’s weight on top of him, the shivers emanating from his neck at each spot Harry kissed, the heat exploding from his chest with each area Harry’s hands caressed.

There was no pain, no guilt, no shame in this. Only tenderness. The feeling of Harry around him, so warm, so perfect, so unlike anything he’d felt in such a very long time. Here was this young man offering him so much – so much that he didn’t deserve, so much he never thought he could have. And it was impossible to fight it. Absolutely impossible.

For weeks, months – years, really – nothing but pain had filled his life. He would be mad to refuse this. He could not turn away this boy, this young man, offering him immeasurable comfort through gentle caresses and worshipping kisses. He may not have deserved this, Snape thought, but he could not turn it away. Not this second.

Positively starved for more skin contact, Harry shuffled off to the side and made very quick work of his trousers and the next instant set himself to removing Severus’s before the man could register a protest. But for once, it seemed to Harry that Severus had lost the ability – or perhaps the desire – to speak. With each man clad only in their underpants, Harry repositioned himself flush against Severus’s body, letting out a whimper that almost drowned out Severus’s sigh of contentment at the feeling.

“I love you, Severus,” Harry whispered.

Barely a moment later, Harry resumed his exploration of Severus’s body, beginning with the neck he had left moments ago. He rubbed and kneaded the too stiff muscles on Severus’s chest and arms, and after releasing the tension from each, Harry would kiss and nip tenderly at the flesh. Harry was careful not to miss an inch of skin before he moved on to one area he had been particularly eager to address. He kissed the line of black (surprisingly soft) hairs leading from Severus’s navel to the edge of his underpants, making sure to concentrate his tongue at the very edge of the fabric for good measure.

Harry was captivated by the noises Severus was emitting, and he hoped that Severus felt as good as he sounded. Continuing his explorations further down, Harry kissed and stroked the tender flesh on the inside of Severus’s thighs with his tongue, each kiss punctuated by a whisper or hiss affirming his undying love. With great effort, Harry carefully ignored Severus’s erection, which was painfully tenting the man’s briefs.

Harry nudged Severus to roll over and began the process anew on his lover’s back, running his hands all over the smooth pale skin, taking care not to miss any spot. Despite not being able to see Severus’s face, Harry was sure that the man was enjoying this. In fact, he seemed to be in a daze. And Harry savored every tremor, every gasp that he elicited as he made love to Severus’s body with adoring kisses and tender caresses.

Through his haze, Snape couldn’t help but be surprised and impressed at Harry ministrations. They were slow, deliberate…patient. Harry was taking the time to learn every part of him, to kiss every imperfection, to rub every muscle, to sanctify every curve. And every unspeakably gentle touch was his undoing. This wasn’t sex. This was Harry…showing him. Making him believe.

Before Snape knew what had happened, he was on his back, with Harry lying on top of him once more. Harry could not contain his happiness at that moment. He wanted more, of course, but he had just done what he had most wanted to do – to touch Severus, to make him realize how deep his love truly ran. To show him that this was so much more than lust, and that it always would be. Harry began to shower Severus’s face with warm, doting kisses, and drifted once again into the crook of his neck, which Harry realized at that moment had become for him more powerful, more seductive than any addictive drug could be.

Snape was aware that none of this should have felt this good. But it did. As Harry continued to kiss, lick, and touch him, he lost all concept, all awareness of time. With Harry sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, Severus felt shudders travel down his body. He opened his eyes and found himself transfixed by the sight of Harry – his breath heavy, his eyes wide and completely enraptured…with him. And in that moment, Snape knew he was lost – completely and utterly lost. And there was no going back.

And suddenly he felt this tremendous well of emotion break open, come flooding to surface. It was so powerful, so unexpected, so raw, he found himself wholly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the feeling. But somehow in that same moment, it was so clear. He knew. He knew he wanted this. He knew he needed this. And he could not let Harry go. Not again. Not ever again.

Snape was vaguely aware of Harry’s body writhing against his own more insistently now, as though he were trying to get even closer. He understood the feeling. He wanted more as well.

“Severus, can you…” Harry whimpered, their eyes locking for a moment.

Snape did not need further instruction. With a muttered incantation, he wandlessly vanished their underpants with ease. Both men gasped at the same precise moment as their cocks met for the first time. Harry adjusted himself ever so slightly, reveling against Severus’s hardness.

Harry had been waiting for this moment for months. He had dreamed about it, he had prayed for it – and now it was here. Both of them, completely naked, their bodies pressed tightly together. And Harry found that his dreams had nothing on the reality of this moment. He was completely unprepared for the feeling, as his frenzied verbalizations affirmed.

“Oh my God…” Harry half-moaned, half-gasped. “Oh God, oh God, oh…” Harry last exclamation was lost in Severus’s mouth, who had pulled Harry’s mouth to his own in a gentle and tender kiss.

Neither moved immediately – both somehow keenly aware of the other’s desire to extend this unbelievable pleasure, this paradise. Both lost in the sheer exquisiteness of touching each other this way for the very first time.

But it only took the smallest of experimental thrusts on Severus’s part to snap both men out of their languid pleasure. Soon they were rocking together, savoring the contact. Their muscles strained from the unadulterated desire coursing through their bodies, each man overcome with the depth of the sensations, as they thrust heatedly, desperately against one another.

After another minute, Harry forced himself to stop moving. He would never have left this perfection but there was something else he wanted, something he’d been fantasizing about doing – a fantasy that he had in fact shared with Severus during one of their Occlumency lessons, before they had ever even gotten together.

As Harry scooted over to the side of Severus’s body, he could barely contain his excitement as what he was about to see. Finally catching sight of Severus’s erection, he felt sure his eyes must have been bulging. Severus’s cock, erect in a perfect mass of dark curls, was enormous, both longer and thicker than his own. Harry couldn’t help but lick his lips at the vision of it. He flicked his gaze back to Severus who was studying him with an expression of amused interest, the tiniest of smirks on his face. Harry found it irresistibly adorable.

Overwhelmed with curiosity as to how Severus would feel, Harry, with so little hesitation he surprised himself, reached out and wrapped his fingers around Severus’s length. It felt so hot, so hard, so heavy in his hand, and as he squeezed it, it became increasingly wet with arousal. Harry barely registered Snape’s groan of approval as he touched Severus the way he had been wanting to for so long now. As he squeezed and stroked Severus’s cock, he felt his own breathing speed up at the flush that had crept over the man’s chest. The scent of Severus’s desire was getting stronger in the air and it was driving Harry mad, making him desperate to fulfill the fantasy he had shown the man so many months ago.

Harry moved lower, his mouth inches from the man’s erection. Severus, knowing full well what Harry was intending to do, was overcome by a moment of doubt.

“Harry…” Snape began.

“Severus, please. I want to,” Harry said in earnest.

With a great deal of nervousness, but not without eagerness, Harry leaned down and flicked his tongue tentatively over the very tip of Severus’s cock, tasting the pre-come there. Harry was vaguely aware of Severus’s sharp intake of breath above him, but at that moment, he was focused only on his first taste of Severus’s arousal, and the thought caused his own erection to swell even more. It was strong, heady, somewhat bitter, but satisfying, and better than he could have imagined. Harry found himself eager for more – a sudden fervent hunger overcoming him. He continued to swirl his tongue around the sensitive head, while doing his best to remember to rhythmically squeeze the base with his hand.

Snape groaned at the exquisite sensations flooding over him; the soft pressure and heat of Harry’s tongue along his erection left him nearly paralyzed. He shuddered slightly as Harry concentrated his tongue on the underside of his length, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Barely a moment later, Snape found himself gasping involuntarily as he felt the head of his cock encased in the wet heat of Harry’s mouth. He could hardly believe this was happening.

As Harry started to suck lightly on the head, he was transfixed by the unbelievable feeling of Severus’s cock twitching inside his mouth – he thought he might come just then because of it. However uncertain Harry was in what he was doing, he continued his attentions on Severus’s arousal, hoping that his enthusiasm compensated for his clear inexperience. But he was reassured by the delightful noises Severus was making above him. He wanted to hear more of those noises, he wanted Severus to scream and curse and moan so loudly his whole body shook. So Harry put himself completely into what he was doing, and tried his best to ignore his own aching erection. Because this was about Severus, about experiencing the singular privilege of giving this man pleasure in a way he never thought he would be able to. Harry’s arousal intensified infinitely at the idea. And Harry realized that there was nothing he’d rather be doing.

Harry used his free hand to gently cup Severus’s balls, lifting and rolling them delicately in his fingers. He tried to relax his jaw enough to accommodate Severus’s thickness, but quickly realized he couldn’t take much of the length inside. Also finding it difficult to breathe and suck at the same time, Harry had begun to appreciate the skill involved. Despite his difficulties, Harry felt sure Severus was enjoying his attentions very much if his slightly arched back and deep moans were any indication. Each renewed Harry’s deep and urgent desire to make this man finally come because of his touch.

Snape made sure to open his heavy eyes for a moment; he needed to look at Harry and he felt his breath give way at what he saw. For there could not have been a more tantalizing sight than his cock in this young man’s mouth – Harry’s tongue eagerly licking the underside of the head of his shaft, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his aching length. The display caused his body to arch up involuntarily. It took a great deal of effort on his part to control his movements, but the last thing he wanted was to scare or discomfort Harry in any way.

Harry choked slightly when Severus had thrust his hips forward, and he found himself wishing that he had been able to take more of Severus inside his mouth. For a fleeting moment, Harry hoped that this wasn’t the last time he’d be doing this – because he wanted Severus to show him what to do, how to do this properly. He desperately wanted time to learn everything – what Severus liked, what made the man go wild, and what drove him over the edge. Next time.

Next time?! Harry shut his mind from the thought as quickly as it came. He was here now. Now. And Severus’s cock was in his mouth and he was going to make the most of this moment. He was determined to focus on this and nothing else, because even if this was the last time, to Harry there could be no greater gift than to pleasure Severus this way, this once.

Almost as though the man had been reading his mind, Harry felt Severus weaving his fingers in his hair, adjusting his head slightly, and Harry loved it. He could feel Severus’s tension as he struggled not to move, so he placed his hands on Severus’s hips, steadying him, just as he began to move up and down Severus’s length on his own, focusing on the heavy panting gasps emanating from above him. He took a brief moment to look at Severus, whom he had never seen look so perfectly wanton. His eyes were heavily lidded, his brow sweaty, and his lips were parted slightly, releasing soft whimpers. He was a gorgeous sight to behold.

Harry noticed the deep flush that had crept into the man’s chest. A moment later, he heard Severus whimper, “Harry,” and even as he tensed, he released his grip on Harry’s head and grasped the woolen rug underneath him, his knuckles white. Harry was well aware that Severus was giving him permission to move away, but that was the last thing on earth that he wanted right now. He sucked harder, desperate to make one of his fantasies come true – he was about to make Severus Snape come.

Harry could feel Severus’s cock swell even more, if that were possible, in his mouth. Moments later, Severus cried out Harry’s name as he erupted inside Harry’s mouth. Harry eagerly swallowed all that he could, but some of the fluid dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin. He felt this strange sensation enter his chest even as he greeted the last pulses of Severus’s orgasm. The most bizarre feeling of accomplishment had overcome him for what he had just done – an endorphin rush akin, albeit distinct, from a climax of his own.

Snape was caught in a wave of pure unadulterated bliss as his orgasm overtook him. He could feel Harry swallowing around him, and the thought him doing that awakened his senses, rapidly clearing his orgasmic fog, as his cock pulsed one more time down Harry’s throat. As he struggled to catch his breath, he used his remaining energy to prop himself up onto his elbow and look at the young man who had just given him such incredible pleasure.

Harry’s heart skipped a long beat at the dark, licentious, almost predatory gaze Severus was leveling at him at this very moment. It seemed to stretch on forever – although he knew it must have only been seconds. Feeling not a little awkward, Harry reached his hand up to wipe the semen from his chin, but Severus grabbed his hand forcefully and stilled him.

Snape was unable to break his stare. His own fatigue was all that was stopping him from pouncing on Harry this instant. But he was glad, because he wanted to take in this stunning vision in front of him. Harry’s lips swollen and red from having worked on his cock, any cock for the first time. His own come, still clinging messily to Harry’s chin and the edge of his lower lip. And as if that wasn’t enough, there was the arresting look in Harry’s eyes, which had seconds ago been an erotic mixture of triumph and burning lust, that had now been replaced with the boy’s unmistakable uncertainty, captured in the whisper that was now crossing his lips.

“Was that okay?”

To this, Severus Snape took no time at all to answer.

“Merlin yes,” he growled in a deeply primitive tone, while lunging himself at Harry.

Harry was not prepared for the suddenness, nor the force of Severus’s assault. In an instant, he felt the man’s arm around his waist, gripping him tightly, and then pulling him hard against his chest. With an almost primal growl, Severus claimed Harry’s mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing Harry’s groan as his tongue met Severus’s. The kiss was nothing like what they had had that evening, nothing like Harry had ever experienced before. It was needy, it was wild, it was savage.

Harry found himself gasping for breath when Severus disengaged for the briefest of moments, to fiercely lick up the mess of his own come still on Harry’s chin and lower lip. Harry’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise, but he did not have time to say or think anything more because a moment later, Severus’s tongue forced itself back into his mouth, thrusting with renewed vigor.

It hit Snape with the force of a freight train – the taste of his own seed, first on Harry’s chin, and now, all inside Harry’s mouth. It was enough to send him over the edge, outside all normal realm of control. And suddenly he could think of no reasons, none at all, that he had been so hesitant to begin with. Because this was what he wanted…more than anything. Harry, in his arms, and at this moment, delirious under his touch. Harry, smelling like him. And now – oh, yes – tasting like him too. Just the idea of it was driving him mad with renewed desire. He let out a guttural grunt even as he plunged his tongue further, twisting it inside Harry’s mouth – searching, coaxing, licking – seeking out his own seed.

Harry was somewhat taken aback by Severus’s actions at first. But the more Severus’s tongue probed and licked every bit of his mouth, the more his arousal intensified. And suddenly it was the most erotic thing Harry could ever conceive of – the way Severus was attacking him, moaning and growling loudly, the idea of him tasting himself inside his mouth after having pleasured Severus. Soon he found himself moaning back and needing…needing this so badly. There was nothing else but Severus now.

Harry couldn’t quite breathe as he intermittently sucked air up through his nose, but he found even that did not matter to him anymore. Even as Severus’s hand snaked up and fisted itself through Harry’s hair, pulling at it forcefully, Harry reflected that this was so unlike any kiss he had ever fantasized about. It was brutal. It was so brutal it was almost frightening. Almost. Because this was the most hypnotic kiss Harry had ever experienced. There could not be any doubt as to Severus’s unbridled rabid lust for him in this moment – it seemed as though the man wanted to devour him.

With lips bruised and bitten, Harry’s world collapsed and he felt nothing but Severus’s tongue hot and deep inside his mouth. He was completely lost in this man’s power – drowning in ecstasy as Severus plundered his mouth, claiming him in this moment and into the next with this hard passionate kiss. Harry had never felt so owned, so completely and utterly possessed by another. Because this is what this was. Absolute, unqualified possession.

Harry all but squealed when he felt Severus’s other hand grasp his aching cock – first teasing the tip, followed by a few tentative squeezes before he began the blessed stroking. Harry would have whimpered if he could. Severus’s movements were so controlled, neither fast nor slow. The man – whom by this point Harry thought surely must have some powers from Merlin – had somehow established a perfect rhythm to his strokes that played so distinctly against the kiss, leaving Harry unable to adjust to or anticipate the sensations.

To Harry’s utter astonishment, as he had not believed it possible, Snape increased the force of the kiss – now nearly to the point of pain. Harry’s mind reeled against the divine movements of Severus’s body as he felt himself being pushed forcefully onto his back, with Severus’s chest crushing against his own. But still, Severus kept one hand pumping his cock and the other fisting in his hair, their lips never breaking.

Harry would have screamed from the pleasure of it all had Severus’s mouth not been dominating him so completely. It was hard to know where he should focus his attention. Severus’s fingers were touching him with insidious skill, constant yet controlled strokes drawing out his pleasure. But the man’s tongue was so forceful and possessive, and now fucking him with ruthless fervor and he struggled to breathe through the pleasure of it.

It didn’t take long before Harry was reduced to a panting shuddering mass, thrusting uncontrollably into his lover’s hand. Snape intensified his strokes to meet the urgency he sensed in the young man, as he continued to plunder Harry’s mouth, who had fallen too limp to respond much at all with his tongue. Moments later, Snape could feel Harry still and tremble against him, as he felt the warm wetness spill into his hand.

Harry had never imagined feeling such bliss, and as his orgasm built up through him, he could feel it everywhere, seemingly bursting from his chest down to his toes, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Severus released his strangle hold on his mouth just as his body tightened. And when his climax ripped through him, it exploded from him with such force that he released a piercing scream. He had to remind himself to breathe, as he felt Severus continue to tug at his arousal, wringing every last drop of come out of him.

Aware of Harry’s labored breathing, Snape moved off of Harry, not wanting to crush him. He studied the young man carefully, whose eyes remained closed. He placed a series of delicate kisses along the boy’s now sweat-covered brow and Harry finally opened his eyes. Snape, noting the slightest bit of uncertainty mixed in with Harry’s satiated haze, pulled Harry against him, his arms encircling him protectively. Harry seized the opportunity to snuggle into Severus’s bare chest, entangling himself in Severus’s arms. Briefly, both men tightened their grip, almost simultaneously, as if each was verifying the other’s solidness, the other’s presence – making sure that this was real. Snape murmured a wandless cleaning charm and after summoning a blanket from his bedroom, covered the two of them.

Despite Harry’s post orgasmic haze, Snape could sense the tension emanating off the boy. He could feel Harry clutching to him desperately, his body becoming more rigid with unease with each passing second.

Harry was feeling exhausted, but his anxiety was keeping him awake – he would not let himself sleep until he finished what he had to say, until he knew what was going to happen next. The last time he had fallen asleep with Severus – on this very hearth rug, in fact – he had woken to a different man who had promptly ushered him out. He opened his mouth to speak.

But Snape beat him to it, and began in a slow almost breathy whisper, “Harry…”

The sound of the soft voice made Harry close his eyes against the assault of it, as he tried to suppress the icy dread at the idea of being sent away. His chest was starting to ache, and he would not let Severus finish.

“I’m spending the night,” Harry said in as much as a firm voice as he could manage.

Snape raised his eyebrows at the definiteness of Harry’s demand. Snape started to speak, but Harry interrupted him again, “Don’t.”

”Don’t what?” Snape asked seriously.

“Don’t say it. I tried to explain this before but Professor Dumbledore arranged a room in the hospital wing for me,” Harry said, watching Severus’s eyes widen in astonishment. Harry wondered if he was surprised that he had requested the room or surprised that Dumbledore had agreed. “Besides Ron and Hermione, the school will think I’m staying there from time to time for my nightmares.” Harry paused, tightening his hold on Snape’s waist. He looked in the man’s eyes and half-demanded, half-begged, “So don’t make me leave.”

“And how can you be so certain that that was what I was going to say?” Snape asked in amusement.

“An educated guess?” Harry ventured.

“Once again proving my point that you need to focus more on your education,” Snape retorted.

“So you weren’t going to send me away?” Harry asked with relief.

“No. I was going to tell you that there was no way I was going to let you leave me tonight.”

“Thank God.”

Snape quirked an eyebrow, his eyes blazing with something indefinable and said, “I must say, that was quite a speech you gave earlier. Such confidence.”

Harry paused a moment before responding, holding Snape’s gaze, “Would you be disappointed to know I was terrified the whole time?”

“Not at all,” Snape said seriously. That would make two of us, Harry.

“Hmm,” Harry mumbled, as he settled him head into Snape’s warm bare chest.

“Go to sleep, you silly boy,” Snape whispered, wrapping his arms around Harry with possessive tenderness.

“Mmm…okay,” Harry managed through his sleepy sated haze. “And I’m not taking that potion anymore either,” Harry added, eluding to the anti-aphrodisiac the two men had taken when sleeping together in the past. Snape started to laugh softly and Harry embraced the man even tighter, reveling in that beautiful sound – that sound he had been longing to hear, wondering if he ever would. Severus laughing. And now, it was all his.

Harry promptly fell asleep, contented.

Laying here on his comfortable wool rug warmed by the hearth and the even greater heat of Harry’s body, Snape’s mind went back to a nearly identical moment, almost three months ago. True, he was fully dressed at the time, but he was lying with Harry on this very same rug, in almost the same exact position. Snape remembered how hard he had fought his post-orgasmic sleep then, desperate to stay awake and revel in the moment – a moment he had been sure would never come again. His mind drifted back to the tension of that night, when he had told himself to savor that blessing, because such perfection would not last long for a man like him. Now, he took in the young man wrapped firmly in his arms – smelling his scent, burying his nose in the hair on top of his head, gently running his fingers over the steadily rising and falling chest, and tightening his hold as much as he dared without awakening him.

Moments later, Severus Snape surrendered himself to sleep, without a second thought.


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A/N: thank you all for your detailed reviews. They are much appreciated.

Two chapters left folks.

I’m happy to hear people will miss Dumbledore from this....but i needed the end to be all about Harry and Severus...as you can see it is!!! Never fear, he will be a major character in the sequel.

I enjoyed writing this chapter although writing smut is very difficult for me. But i liked it because it parallels their first sexual encounter on that same rug...and yet so much has changed.

I look forward to your comments on this..........