Against His Nature

CHAPTER 37

“This isn’t working out how I planned it.” Snape muttered as he tucked the bed sheets in around Harry’s fragile body, sparing only a brief glance back at Octavia as he continued his task.

“We established that some months ago Severus,” Octavia muttered sarcastically as he rubbed his arm, somewhat battered and bruised from Lucius violent swats. “Besides it’s done now isn’t it. The boy’s officially yours and I suggest you begin taking the potion again as soon as possible.”

“I nearly killed him.” Snape whispered beneath his breath as he brushed a stray hair from Harry’s forehead before gently removing the boy’s glasses and putting them safely on the bedside table. Octavia rolled his eyes and muttered something about ‘the disgusting displays of love’ as he headed out into Snape’s lounge room in search of a drink. Snape joined Octavia after another few moments of fussing around Harry. Octavia offered Snape a glass of whisky with one hand and in the other he offered a very familiar purple potion. Snape sighed but knew it was for the best. Harry’s behaviors could be better controlled than Snape’s and unlike the true Vampire’s, Harry’s blood and magical signature would be clean.

“He’ll wake up horny, they all do.” Octavia shrugged flippantly remembering his own three mates. “They demand it at such inappropriate times, and you’ll be powerless to say no. It’s how they adjust to the change, how they bond themselves with you. It’s all very tiring.” Snape washed down the potion with another glass of whisky before answering his mentor.

“I can’t just drop everything to have sex at a moments notice. I’ve got classes to teach and an image to uphold.” Snape ground out silently wondering why he’d agreed to take Harry on as his mate, and not just walked the other way.

“Forget classes Sev, he’s your number one priority now. Or at least until he’s carrying. Fledglings tend to come into their own when they’ve got one in the cauldron, it gives you some time then to start weaning them.” Snape shook his head and closed his eyes with an exhausted sigh. Everything was just too much to cope with at present, and having just left Harry bleeding to death on the floor Snape had a feeling he wasn’t an entirely model mate.

“Dumbledore’s going to kill me if he doesn’t finish school.” Snape trailed off the ramifications of what he’d just done beginning to sink in now the fog of pleasure had blown from his mind after the mating.

“The boy’s strong willed and resourceful. He’ll be fine, all you have to do is keep the Ministry off your back.” Octavia smiled at Snape before rising from the armchair and heading for the fireplace. “I’ve got to go and make sure Malfoy’s occupied, I suggest you get some rest. Give it till tonight before you start taking the potion again, it’s good to go a few rounds with him so he get’s the benefit of your protection.” Snape nodded and with a sigh watched Octavia disappear.

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It was midday by the time Harry woke up, and when he did it was with some urgency. Sitting up panting Harry had an overwhelming urge for something, or more particularly someone. Glancing around the bedroom Harry noticed Snape was nowhere in sight and the boy tried to calm himself for a moment so he could think straight. What had happened last night had been amazing, painful but brilliant nonetheless? Harry tried to let his mind process the fact he was Snape’s mate for life now but the painful throbbing in his groin over shadowed any other thought. Stuffing his fist into his lap Harry tried to will the feeling away but his actions only made him feel sick to the stomach and threatened a headache.

By the time Harry forced himself out of bed sweat had broken out on his forehead and his cock had swollen to angry painful proportions. It was embarrassing to say the least that Harry felt he had no control over his body, and so with a sheet wrapped around him he shuffled quickly over to the closed bedroom door and poked his head out. A sense of relief washed over him the instant his eyes fell on Snape, sitting at his desk grading papers. Draco was stretched out on Snape’s couch reading a Quidditch magazine. Not wanting to draw attention to himself from anyone but Snape Harry desperately whispered Snape’s name. The potion’s professor looked up instantly but so too did Draco, making Harry flush in embarrassment and curse quietly to himself.

“Hey, Potter how you feeling?” Draco spoke first seemingly unaware of the desperation and flicker of fear in Harry’s gaze as he glanced at Snape before answering.

“Fine.” Harry’s voice was strained as he glanced across at Snape who’d risen from the desk, instinct telling him what was Harry’s problem, along with the scent of arousal that clung to the air.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and have lunch Draco, I need to have some time with Harry.” Draco took the hint from his uncle and with a barely concealed smirk disappeared from Snape’s rooms letting the door fall closed behind him. No sooner had Draco left that Harry scurried out from behind the door to the bedroom and slammed into Snape’s chest like a thestral. Snape let Harry cling to him for the moment ignoring the raging hard on that was pressed into his thigh from beneath the sheet wrapped around the boy. “Are you alright?” Snape gently tilted Harry’s head to the side and inspected the bite mark from the night before, happy to see that it had sealed properly despite the prolonged open exposure. Harry barely managed a nod Snape’s body heat pressed against his own did very little but further fuel his current desire. Snape remained silent for a moment watching as Harry tried desperately to fight the natural urges of his body. The boy was doing a good job of it too but Snape didn’t want to prolong the suffering. “Shhh, calm down Potter it’s natural your bodies craving me, it’s what happens during your cycle.”

“I think I need….” Harry trailed off, gritting his teeth as he forced himself not to root embarrassingly against Snape’s leg like a horney dog.

“It won’t last long, a day or two at the most. It’s a mechanism that ensures sex happens when you’re at your most fertile.” Harry wasn’t really listening the need for Snape overshadowing anything else. Snape was sure, had the boy heard what he’d said, he would have undoubtedly flipped but as it was that conversation could wait until after the boy had saited himself. “But I can see you’re in no state to be listening to this, so shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” Harry obviously felt the change in Snape’s behavior almost instantly and before Snape could mutter a surprised gasp Harry had pushed him back into the chair at his desk. Snape was surprised by the power with which Harry had pushed him and watched in shock as Harry threw away the sheet and climbed up onto Snape’s lap, the desk chair creaking ominously underneath their combined weight. “Merlin Potter, I’m not bloody sixteen anymore.” Snape snapped a little abruptly as Harry leant forward and attached his mouth to the elder wizards and kissed him with wild abandon. Snape was breathless when Harry pulled away the boy’s gaze a little wild and his eyes the most vibrant blue colour Snape had ever seen in one of his own kind.

“Not Potter, Harry.” Harry ground out from between clenched teeth as he wriggled around on Snape’s lap as he slipped Snape’s belt out of its loops and went to work on the zipper of his trousers. Snape hadn’t expected such a violent reaction from his mate, and silently wondered if this is what Octavia had meant when he’d said Harry would be needy. Either way it didn’t bother Snape, this was exactly what he liked although he’d always thought his mate would need some coaxing to get to this stage. Snape’s rational thought shut down the moment Harry tugged open his trousers and roughly pushed the waistband of his underwear out of the way to expose his still hardening cock. Harry wasn’t prepared to wait though and went to position himself over the man’s barely filled flesh. Snape caught the boy before he could breach him and quickly grasped the boys face between firm hands to ensure the boy was listening to him. “Enough!” Snape angry growl was unexpected and Harry stilled immediately, his body falling limp and submissive under Snape’s firm control. “Tell me what you want.” Snape barked watching carefully as Harry’s chest continued to rise and fall in a rapid pace, the boy’s round blue eyes silently pleading with him.

“You,” Harry whispered his voice a little raw. “in me.” He finished quietly his eyes closing as he leant in towards Snape who’d leant forward to press a kiss to the side of the boy’s neck. Snape had noticed Harry’s hands had strayed to his own stomach, clutching at the skin there as if in pain. The boy actually needed him and it surprised Snape the intensity behind that need.

“Alright.” Snape whispered against Harry’s neck as he stood up, placing the boy onto the edge of his desk and lifted the sinewy pliable legs up over his shoulders. Harry’s whispers were divine music to Snape’s ears as he let his trousers and underwear drop around his ankles. Harry was blindly scrambling at the desk’s contents, students parchments becoming a tangled torn mess as Harry fought his urge. Knowing there was little he could do but give it to the boy, Snape took a few moments to suck his fingers and loosely prepare the boy’s still slight red, virgin tight hole before plunging into the boy in one solid fluid movement. Harry’s scream was nothing like the painful one of the night before and Snape forced to keep himself buried in the boy as Harry arched off the desk in ecstasy. Resigning himself to the fact this was hardly how he’d imagined his first few hours with his mate, Snape closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations. If anything Snape was proud he’d chosen a mate who despite outward appearances fucked like a minx. It was easy to fall into the moment and Snape enjoyed every minute of Harry’s warmth wrapped around him, squeezing him and milking him into ecstasy until he came with a shuddered gasp and a whisper of Harry’s name on his lips. They continued to root more slowly after that, Snape thrust more gently back and forth until his softening cock slipped free and Harry collapsed in a boneless heap on the masses of parchment spread over Snape’s desk, having lost his own load the second Snape had entered him.

Snape sat down exhausted in his desk chair staring, his trousers around his ankles, his limp cock glistening with come, and Harry’s spread legs exposing the still twitching hole in front of him. Silence hung in the chambers for some time before at length Harry sat up, his eyes returned to their normal green colour and looking a lot more in control of his own sensibilities than he’d been when he’d first emerged from the bedroom an hour ago. Harry looked embarrassed all of a sudden at what he’d just done and Snape sat up quickly, his hand cupping Harry’s cheek in silent comfort.

“Don’t be like that Potter, I know it’s not you it’s the part of me within you now that’s causing this.” Harry nuzzled into Snape’s hand, hardly believing it was his most hated potion’s professor that he was seeking comfort from. It didn’t seem real that he was technically ‘married’.

“Can you please call me Harry, it makes me feel less like a whore.” Harry whispered his eyes firmly closed not wanting to meet Snape’s gaze. Snape chuckled and shook his head, gently drawing Harry down off the desk to come and sit on his lap, his chest firmly pressed against the boy’s.

“You’re no-ones whore Harry, except when I want you to be mine on occasions.” Harry managed a smile as he nuzzled into Snape’s neck, inhaling deeply on the unique aroma of spices that only Snape smelt of. “Seeing as though you weren’t in the proper frame of mind to answer me last time I’ll ask you again; How are you feeling?” Snape gently brushed a stray hair from Harry’s face as he leaned up to kiss the side of the boy’s neck.

“Everything’s different.” Harry whispered as he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the new fuzzy kind of tingle that rippled through his veins and tugged playfully at his own magic. “Not in a bad way just not what I expected.” Harry finished as he opened his eyes and glanced back over his shoulder at Snape who was listening intently for some kind of ill health in his mate.

“You’ll have plenty of time to adjust, and you’re lucky you won’t inherit the full strength of my magic until about 23 or 24 as is customary in vampires.” Harry nodded in understanding, still lying heavily on Snape’s chest as if drawing strength from the closeness. Harry felt Snape shift uncomfortably beneath him and apologetically Harry got up from the man’s lap. Harry blushed a little as he stood up and realized he was actually staring at Snape’s penis for the first time. Snape smiled as he caught the blush creeping up Harry’s cheeks as he stood up and bent down to pick up his trousers. Snape would have liked to have a shower but there was little telling when Harry would need him again, so there seemed no point. “Go and have a shower and calm down a little. I need to sort this mess out.” Harry looked guiltily at the mess of student work scattered over Snape’s desk before smiling apologetically and moving to help clean up. Snape stopped Harry quickly with a kiss to the lips before directing him with a stern glare to the bathroom. Snape needed time to himself to think and so to did Harry.

Harry emerged from the bathroom an hour later, a lot more himself and in far better control. He found Snape reclining in his armchair by the fireplace with Draco sitting cross-legged at his feet trying to do his transfiguration homework.

“Sorry, I fell asleep in the bath.” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he slunk into the lounge room and flopped down into the chair opposite Snape. Snape nodded in understanding and with a flick of his wand had sandwiches, juice and custard tarts on the coffee table for them all.

The trio ate in silence, until finally the clock above Snape’s mantel chimed its hand spinning around to land on ‘time to see Dumbledore’. With a sigh Snape got up and having pulled on his teaching robe headed for the door. Snape paused beside where Harry was still sitting in the armchair finishing his sandwiches. Harry smiled as he felt Snape lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I need to feed tonight so wait up for me, play nice with Draco and if Lucius turns up hide.” Harry nodded and with another brief kiss Snape had strode from the room leaving Harry smiling stupidly and Draco staring at him with a smug amused smile.

“What?” Harry snapped as he stared back at Draco whose smile had turned into an all out Slytherin grin.

“Well? Is he any good?” Draco queried as he pushed his homework aside and climbed up into the armchair Snape had just vacated. Harry blushed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Why do you want to know, I thought you were straight?” Harry snapped watching as Draco rolled his eyes and sat back in the chair rather like a smug cat that’d had its bowl of cream.

“Come on Potter, I was supposed to be his mate. My father’s only real incentive for me being with him was that Severus Snape has somewhat of a reputation in the bedroom.” Harry blushed again unable to control himself all of a sudden as a vivid flash back to the mornings sex caused goose bumps to break out over his skin. “That good hey.” Draco smiled Harry’s facial expression telling what the boy hadn’t verbalized. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, at Draco’s cheeky grin.

“It’s none of your business.” Harry snapped before conveniently changing the subject. This was the last thing Harry needed to be discussing right now, when other far more pressing matters needed to be addressed.

TBC>>>