What the Devil Wants

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Harry stood nervously at the end of the bed facing the open bedroom door. It was dark in the room, the candles having blow out with the various drafts that wafted around. In his rush to be ready for Snape Harry had hardly dried himself from his cold bath. There was no hot water connected to the abandoned pub and no amount of heating spells could warm the icy cold bath water. With a towel as soiled as the clothes he’d taken off Harry had dried himself off minimally and then had scurried out into the mildly warmer bedroom to await his lover. Harry shivered as he felt several droplets of water run down his back and into the crack of his backside. It was a good couple of minutes that Harry stood alone, until he heard the creak of the staircase. Unconsciously Harry stiffened a little in fear until Snape’s figure appeared in the open doorway. A candle flickered in Snape’s hand, illuminating the gloom of the room with an eerie wash of light. Snape paused on the threshold of the bedroom and took his time looking Harry over with an expressionless gaze. Harry twisted his hands nervously in front of himself as Snape finally looked away and moved into the bedroom without a word. Harry’s gaze followed Snape around the room, the boy’s nervousness rising with each passing second of silence. Harry watched as Snape set the candlestick down on the bedside table along with two vials of liquid from inside his cloak pocket and a long silver knife that glittered dangerously in the candle flame.

“Turn around and face the bed.” When he was satisfied that he was prepared Snape turned around and stared at Harry seriously. Harry had never heard Snape sounding so serious before, but the commanding tone of voice instead of being intimidating went straight to Harry’s cock and made it twitch with excitement. A blush crept up Harry’s cheeks as Snape circled the bed and came around to stop directly behind Harry. The elder wizard had shed his outer cloak and was now only dressed in his waistcoat, shirt and trousers. Harry shivered as he felt Snape step up behind him, pressing himself into Harry’s personal space so that the man’s icy cold belt buckle pressed uncomfortably against Harry’s backside.

“These are the gifts I had planned on giving you as part of our official courtship. They are symbols of my heritage and in turn marks of my ownership.” Harry couldn’t help the shiver of nervous anticipation that ran up his spine and settled in his semi erect cock as Snape whispered his confident words against the boy’s still damp neck. “The first was the collar a visual sign of my intentions and of your free choice.” Snape paused and traced a soft finger around the edge of the collar on Harry’s neck. “The second is this ring,” Snape paused again, this time reaching around to slide a thin band of silver onto Harry’s left ring finger. The ring matched its larger mate that Harry had always seen Snape wear on his own ring finger. “The ring is a symbol of my love.” Harry smiled as he stared at the ring glistening on his finger. He liked this gift the best so far. “The third will be my seal.” Harry shivered as Snape gestured to the knife sitting harmlessly on the bedside table. “The seal you will wear on your skin for eternity, a sign of my trust and in turn your trust in me.” Harry felt he needed to nod in acceptance of this next gift, and felt somewhat better when Snape wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him close against his chest in silent comfort. “The final gift is my seed. It is from this day forward something only you will ever experience, and will be our private symbol of our magical bond.” Harry nodded again, his eyes automatically sliding closed as Snape leaned over his shoulder and pressed his lips firmly against the boy’s in a passionate kiss. Harry mewled softly in protest as Snape drew his lips apart from Harry’s before the boy could draw him in again. “We do not have time to mess around Harry,” Snape paused as he stepped away from Harry and moved back over to where the candle and knife were sitting on the bedside table. Harry pouted dramatically as he was left slightly breathless and already half hard where he stood. “I promise you we will take it slowly next time but I have a schedule to stick to and I’m in no condition to be wasting time.” Harry worried his lip and nodded guiltily as Snape rolled up his sleeves revealing for the first time the mess that had become his dark mark. Harry winced in sympathy as he stared at the hideously infected wound on Snape’s forearm; the curse wrapping it’s way around Snape’s arm in an alarming fashion.

Drawing his attention away from Snape’s arm, Harry watched as Snape lifted the knife from its velvet cloth and held its tip in the flame of the candle. “I suggest taking a firm hold of the bed end, and biting down on this,” Snape offered Harry a small length of cloth twisted strangely around a bone shaped piece of wood. “This is going to be unpleasant but I won’t be stopping once I start. You have to trust me that I’m not hurting you purposefully and that I’ll make it better once I’ve done.” Harry nodded, already dreading what Snape was going to do with the glowing red tip of the knife, and the bottle of ink colored liquid he had uncorked in his other hand. Harry automatically closed his eyes as he watched Snape step away from the candle and move quickly behind his slightly bent form. “Ready?” Snape’s final word was the last Harry heard as a searing pain worse than any curse he’d experienced shot through his body. Had it not been for the cloth-covered wood in his mouth Harry might had screamed but instead he practically bit through the wood in one go. The pain was intense yet beyond it Harry could feel a warm softness on his hip like someone was painting with a feather quill on his skin. Harry tried to block out the pain and focus on the other sensation but it was just too much. With tears streaming down his face Harry struggled to keep his body still as Snape returned three times to the candle stick by the bedside table to re heat the knife. All the time Harry could hear Snape’s voice whispering some incantation softly as he worked. His icy cold hand in the small of Harry’s back, trying to help the boy stay still was far from the comfort Harry wanted.

The last jolt of pain brought Harry to his knees, finally unable to keep upright as he felt a burning hot liquid poured onto the wound on his hip. The smell of putrid burnt flesh made Harry heave as he spat out the cloth covered wood and cried audibly into the blankets hanging off the end of the bed. Snape’s presence disappeared momentarily before the elder wizard was back, knelt beside Harry on the floor a soothing hand gently sponging warm water over Harry’s back.

“Shhh, calm down Harry. It’s finished.” Snape gently nuzzled Harry’s neck as the boy tried to calm his breathing, the pain subsiding with the warm water trickling down his back. “You’ll like what I’ve done,” Snape whispered as gently prodded the fresh wound on Harry’s hip. “Come on up you get, we’re nearly done.” With careful hands Snape helped Harry to his feet before gently bending him over onto the bed, so that he was knelt on all fours on it’s end. “Having recovered himself a little Harry finally opened his eyes and wiped carelessly at the tears still streaming down his cheeks. He was still in pain but he was determined to enjoy this part of the ritual. “You’ll like this bit Harry,” Harry shivered as Snape pressed a kiss at the base of Harry’s spine before moving around to the bedside table again where he uncorked the second bottle of potion. “Drink this.” Harry obeyed and downed the shimmering liquid potion in one go, immediately feeling its effects tingle through his body.

“What was that?” Coughing a little Harry handed the vial back to Snape who smiled coyly at Harry’s rough edged voice.

“Oh just something I made especially for you my little whore.” Harry hissed in surprise as Snape slapped his backside playfully, the touch sending sparks of ecstasy straight to Harry’s cock that had during the last gift shrunken in on itself with the pain. “You see these gifts I give you are supposed to be given over a period of time not all at once as I’m doing now…” Snape’s deep melodic voice practically purred in Harry’s ear as the elder wizard began placing wet tongued kisses all over Harry’s neck and steadily down his back. Each kiss made Harry gasp his skin so sensitive now the pain of his wound was nothing in comparison to Snape’s bestowed kisses. “I knew you wouldn’t be up to performing what I had in mind after I’d marked you so I cooked up a little something to reignite the submissive little slut inside of you that I know you really are.” Harry whimpered as Snape’s kisses fanned out over the cheeks of his backside, Snape’s long fingered hands gently massaging the pert globes that Harry mercilessly thrust up towards his lover. Snape smiled to himself as he watched Harry’s wanton lust rise to the surface yet again, aided by the potion thrumming through his system.

Harry was fully erect by the time Snape’s fingers parted his creamy flesh and the man’s tongue snuck in to lick the boy’s puckered entrance. Harry had been in this position before, crouched on all fours with Snape’s skillful tongue thrusting dangerously in and out of his tight ring of muscle. This was usually about the time Harry came, shooting his load untouched onto whatever surface Snape had seen fit to take him on. That was not going to happen today however. As Snape felt Harry’s thigh muscles tighten in warning, he backed off and with a firm slap of the boy’s backside stepped away leaving Harry panting and needy on the edge of the bed.

“Now, now Harry control yourself. It’s time I gave you some one on one tuition in sex magic.” From over his shoulder Harry watched breathlessly as Snape undid his trousers letting them slide down to his ankles. Harry bit his lip, stifling the groan that threatened to spill from his lips as he watched Snape reach into the tent of his small briefs and pull free his impressive length. Harry’s breath caught in his throat, Snape was bigger than he expected but Harry was disappointed when Snape made no move to completely discard his underwear.

”Aren’t you going to….” Harry breathed out huskily as he watched Snape grasp his own prick sticking out the top of his pushed aside briefs and give it a hearty massage. Snape smiled crookedly and shook his head almost in chastise.

“I told you we don’t have time for pleasantries Harry, besides you’re in no position to be returning the favor just yet.” Harry sighed and nodded as he watched Snape coax a bead of pearly liquid to the tip of his cock with his own hand. The sight of Snape wanking himself was enough for Harry to forget the fact he was disappointed at not being given complete access to Snape’s body. “For future reference Harry, I will expect you to be already oiled and stretched when you come to me unless I request otherwise. One of the things I enjoy is spontaneity and will expect you to be ready when I am.”

“Yes sir.” Harry whispered already shuddering in anticipation as he felt Snape step up behind him, one hand steadying him while the other helped nestle the man’s leaking erection between Harry’s parted cheeks.

“Now though I’m going to take you raw.” Harry stiffened a little his hands tightening in the bed sheets in preparation as Snape’s hand soothed gently across his back. “This is your first time Harry, and I want you to feel every inch of me inside you. I want you to remember this moment so that every time we make love it’s a reminder of whom you belong to…” Harry nodded, already closing his eyes as he felt the burn of Snape’s thick head pressing insistently at his puckered opening. Tears once again threatened to fall down Harry’s cheeks as Snape continued the press forward stretching Harry’s hole until the head of his prick slid inside the boy’s tight ring of muscle. Harry let out a yelp of surprise and pain at the sudden intrusion. The burn of his torn flesh eased a little with Snape’s slippery pre-come but nothing prepared Harry for feeling of complete surrender as Snape thrust his hips forward and thrust his cock the entire way inside in one long stroke. Harry didn’t care that he was screaming or that he was gripping the sheets so tight he was tearing holes in the fabric. All that mattered was Snape’s thick, hot length inside him robbing him of breath and stealing what remained of his childhood. Once inside, Snape remained still allowing the boy knelt in front of him to adjust to the intrusion. Harry was squirming around like an irritated pixy and the language that was coming out of his mouth would have turned McGonagall’s hair blue. Snape closed his eyes trying to concentrate when such perfect moist heat surrounded him. Draco had never felt like this. The blonde had been too loose even during his first time, the boy was too relaxed. Snape liked his partners to react; to bend and writhe on his cock with each thrust and Harry was doing just that.

Harry closed his eyes as he felt Snape begin to trust backwards and forwards, his hands clutching his sides to gain leverage as Harry arched backwards in encouragement. Unable to see much except the bed sheets Harry began to imagine what it would be like watching the two of them fucking as they were now. Snape with his trousers round his ankles, his briefs still hugging his butt but bunched up under his balls so that they slapped deliciously against Harry’s backside as he thrust ever more quickly forward….

“If you think that’s hot, you should see it from my point of view.” Harry was shocked to find Snape’s thoughts in his own, the thoughts momentarily throwing him off balance as Snape thrust particularly hard, striking a bundle of nerves in Harry’s passage that sent sparks flying before his eyes.

“What was that?” Harry was still gasping audibly as he focused his thoughts on communicating with Snape. Before when they’d done this, Snape had facilitated the conversation but this time around it seemed to flow easier, and with less effort. Snape smiled to himself as he pushed the spot inside Harry again, this time hearing his voice being cried out by Harry’s raw voice.

“That is a secret only I’m ever going to know about.” Snape let out a breathless chuckle above his lover as he continued his pounding rhythm. “Now we’ve established a link, I need you to let go and trust me with your thoughts Harry.” Harry frowned into nothingness, as Snape prodded his mind experimentally much as he’d done during their occlumency training.

“What are you going to do?” Harry thoughts were beginning to lose focus as Snape’s thrust became erratic, the man grunting primally with each stroke deep into his lover.

“A little sex magic, and some research. Just trust me.” Harry didn’t know what else to do as he felt his body beginning to tense with the onset of his climax. Snape however wasn’t going to let it happen so easily, and with hand bent under Harry’s waist, and a fist tightly wrapped around Harry’s purpling cock to prevent the boy’s climax Snape began to whisper the spell.

Harry felt the magic ripple through his body; tearing him away from the ecstasy of the sex and plunging him head first into the darkness, fear and horror of Voldemort visions. Memories of Harry’s past meetings with Voldemort flashed in his mind, image after image of Harry’s painful past drawn to the surface, until at last the images receded and something new flooded his mind. Harry had never seen this before, a house with no roof no windows or doors, just a shell of a building really. Three figures stood in a half circle around a fourth. They were discussing something but the image was too quick to decipher what the conversation was about. The image changed abruptly to an empty field. Harry knew the place well, it was the land that joined Hogwart’s to Hogsmeade, and was the well-worn track of students during Hogsmeade weekends. The place was serene and strangely devoid of sound then as quickly as the image was there it was gone again and Harry was being plunged through his memories again.

Before Harry knew what was happening he was back on the bed, his whole body leaning in to Severus’ powerful thrusts while the man’s hand pumped his cock between his legs. With two final strokes Harry fell into oblivion, Snape’s name a scream on the boy’s lips as Harry climaxed all over the bedsheets and Snape’s hand. Boneless Harry collapsed in Snape’s arms in exhaustion as he felt the elder wizard behind him stiffen before a hot searing liquid filled him. Harry hardly heard Snape’s whispered words of love before darkness engulfed him and the boy collapsed into exhaustion.

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