Tell Me What You Desire

Chapter 4 When at Last….

Harry returned to Hogsmeade quietly from his trip. He’d really enjoyed his time in Paris, Amsterdam, and especially his time in Romania with Charlie Weasley, but now he was back home; back to Hogwarts, and Severus Snape. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for the older man had changed….he’d found him attractive in a ‘dark bad man’ sort of way his 6ht and 7th years. The time they had spent together during the war had made him realize that Snape was much more than the hated potions professor. Perhaps it was the reoccurring dreams about the Potions Master, but how he was going to convince Snape that they should be together. Harry figured that he’d have to plan out an attack plan of some sort in order to get the man he wanted, but until he was able to talk with Sirius and Remus about it, he was stuck hanging out at his flat.

He really didn’t want to go pub hopping looking for companionship. As far as he was concerned, he was only interested in pursuing a relationship with Snape, or at least giving it his best shot, but he wasn’t averse to having some fun. He looked around the flat for the advert card from the Master’s Domain; perhaps it was time to call them again. Who knows, he thought to himself, perhaps they finally had someone who could do a good Snape impersonation.

He walked into his bedroom, and found the card on his bedside table, next to his telephone. It had been hard getting a phone installed in his apartment. If he’d been living in Diagon Alley, by Muggle London it probably would have been easier. As it was he had to contact a special agency to get this one installed. Setting himself down on his bed, he leaned back against the headboard and picked up the handset and dialed the number.

“Master’s Domain. How may I serve you tonight?” The voice was cool and professional.

“This is ‘Serpentine’. I am looking for a specific type of operator for tonight.”

“Yes Sir. Are you still looking for the ‘voice like sex’ and ‘dominant yet caring’?

“Yes…have you finally found my match?” Harry was tense with nerves. He’d been looking for months for someone to be ‘Professor Snape’ to his ‘impertinent brat’.

“Indeed, Sir. We have a new operator who we believe is the perfect match for you. I will connect you through, please hold the line.” The phone went quiet and Harry waited with anticipation. He’d been waiting, it seemed like years, for this opportunity and now his fantasies were about to come true.

He removed his clothing while waiting for the connection to go through, and then made himself comfortable on the bed once again. The line hissed and clicked, and then the connection was picked up.

“Tell me what you desire.” The baritone voice rolled over him like a wave. Harry gasped in response: the voice was perfect, and it sounded just like Snape.

“I’ve been waiting for this… for you… for quite a while…has anyone ever told you that your voice is like liquid sex? I can feel it rolling across my skin.” Harry shivered in response to command inherent in that question. Oh yes, this was exactly what he was looking for.

There was a throaty chuckle on the phone line…”Yes….as a matter of fact that is how I ended up working the phones here. So tell me… what is it that you desire, hmmmm? Let’s not be shy. After all, you called me.” The voice was heavy with amusement.

Harry whined softly in response. “Um, well to tell you the truth, I have a schoolboy fantasy that I’ve wanted to fulfill, and since the object of my desire is not currently within reach…” Harry’s voice trailed off.

“Well, Serpentine? Tell me about your fantasy…schoolboy hmmm? Have a teacher that you wanted to shag, or was it something more? Something… embarrassing perhaps?” The voice teased Harry, igniting a fire deep within his belly.

“Well, yes, to be quite honest,” Harry admitted quietly. “It’s not every day that you suddenly realize that someone you thought you hated was actually someone you wanted tend end time with -- a lot of time with -- and that they may very well be out of your reach, because of family.” Harry sighed. “Enough of this. Let’s talk about more ‘stimulating’ things, shall we?” His voice perked up at the thought.

“So tell me, what was this teacher like? If I am to be a stand-in for him, then I should have some understanding of him. How did he speak to you? What was it that he said that made you desire him? Tell me.” The voice soothed along Harry’s nerves, calming and exciting him at the same time.

“He was a snarky and cold bastard most of the time. During the majority of my schooling, I thought he hated me, but in my seventh year, I guess I changed. I saw something other than the git who made my life a living hell. Instead of getting angry every time he insulted me, I got hard instead and found myself fantasizing about him in the dark hours of the night in my dorm room….” Harry’s voice carried hints of desire and respect as he talked about his most hated, yet favorite, teacher. His mind was caught up in the memories of seventh year, and the war afterwards. The nights they spent: talking, playing chess, and just being together.

“What sort of things did he say to you? Did he call you anything in particular?”

“Brat -- usually impertinent brat -- celebrity, whatever would get under my skin,” Harry said with a laugh.

There was a choking sound on the phone line, “Impertinent brat?” he asked, “Surely he could have come up with something more appropriate?” A sigh whispered out. “But then again, perhaps fame is overrated.”

“Yes, especially unwanted fame….” Harry paused for a moment as he thought, “Severus? Is that really you?”

There was shocked silence on the other end of the phone, then another deep sigh.

“Please, oh please, tell me that I am really talking to Severus Snape, the bane of my school years. At least until my seventh year, when he became the center of my fantasies. Is it possible that the Gods above are willing to give me this treat?”

“Potter?” The voice sharpened into the question.

Harry purred into the phone “Yes….Severus….?”

“Potter, why are you calling this number? And why haven’t you told anyone that you were back from your trip?” Severus’s voice turned from questioning to snarky in the space of a heartbeat. “Don’t you know how much you’ve worried your friends and family with your silence?”

“Why Severus I didn’t know that you cared. Tell me Severus, what is it that you desire? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” Harry ignored the dig about worrying his family and friends.

“What makes you think that I have desires that I would be interested in sharing with you?”

“I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I have been dreaming of you… Severus… I dream of you and me together, touching, kissing, fucking… and I want it. If I can’t have it for real, then I will settle for it as a fantasy, as long as you are willing to fulfill that fantasy.” Harry’s voice was warm and inviting, asking Severus to join him in the game.

“You see, I have a very specific fantasy that I want you to act out. You will be the potions master of the school, and I am a student there whom you have given detention to. During the detention, you and I can discover mutual attraction and passion. Surely you can play this game with me?”

Silence reigned again on the phone as Harry waited anxiously for a response.

There was a hiss of breath released on the phone, and then the voice began speaking: “Mr. Potter. I had hoped that you would actually study for once and not depend on your fame to get you through your schooling. Once again I am proved wrong.” The voice was low and held a hint of strong censure, causing Harry to shiver in response. It was just like being in class, including the inevitable erection that he’d been cursed with the sound of Snape’s voice all through his seventh year.

Harry sighed happily, “But Professor Snape, sir, I didn’t understand the lesson today. I was hoping that you could help me with it this evening. I don’t want to fail potions.”

“Then Mr. Potter, you will have to work harder than you have shown yourself capable of during class. You will be spending every evening in the dungeons with me from 8 to 11 doing whatever I ask you to, so that you do not fail. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir. I understand perfectly. Should I bring anything other than my cauldron and supplies tomorrow night?”

“No Potter, just show up on time, and we will work on your scores. Tonight however, you will work on something else. Fall to your knees before me, and keep your hands clasped behind your back. Do not look at me until I give you permission.”

“Sir,” Harry’s voice was heavy with need, “I want you… want you, need you….”

There was a hiss on the other end of the phone. “You surprise me boy. I expected that you would try to run, to take control, but no, you give it up willingly to me tonight. Stroking your head in a gentle caress, I grasp a handful of hair and pull your head back so that you can look up into my eyes. Look at me, boy.”

Harry groaned in response. “I… I look into your eyes. You have all of the power and I… I am your willing servant. What do you want from me? I will give you everything that you ask for.”

“It is good that you know your place. One cannot always depend on favoritism to get one out of trouble. Now, I think that you should stay kneeling there while I undress. I want you to watch me as I slowly unbutton my shirt, letting it slide open. I can feel your eyes watching my fingers as they slide each small pearl button from the hole, exposing my chest inch by inch.”

Harry couldn’t keep from moaning at the pictures in his mind, it was perfect. “Please,” he gasped, “please…”

“What? Tell me what it is that you want… what you desire…” Snapes voice was stroking his skin, like ghostly fingers tracing his body. “Tell me what you need.”

The story took an abrupt turn as Harry gave in and asked for what he really wanted. Not a teacher/student scene, but one that revealed his need for trust. “I need you.” Harry’s voice broke. “I need you to be in control, and to let me not be. I’m so tired of making all the decisions in my life. I… I just want... you.”

“Then that is what you will have. I’ve finished undressing and I lead you to the bed. I raise you to your feet and look deeply into your eyes. This night will be for you; this is not about punishment any longer, just give yourself over to me and let me take control. I can see your acceptance in your eyes; I undress you, feathering touches along skin as it is exposed. I can feel you shudder with desire under my touch. I know what you want… need… desire… and I am going to give it to you.”

Harry was breathing heavily now, trapped in the sensual spell the voice was weaving around him. “Oh, yes. Your fingers are like rough silk against my skin, as I relax into your caress. My body is yours to do with what you want, as is my spirit tonight. I… I would like to touch you in return. May I touch you?” His hands roamed freely over his body, tweaking a nipple before returning to his erection.

“Not…yet. I finish undressing you, and then gently push you back, until you fall across the bed. This is how I want you, naked and wanting, spread across my bed, at my mercy.” Snape’s voice deepened as the play had become more personal, and Harry was caught in its spell. “I tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, so that all of your experiences tonight are controlled by me. You want this… you need this.” He spoke with authority, challenging Harry to deny his needs.

Harry groaned in response to Snape. This was what he needed -- what he desired above all things right now -- for someone to take care of him. For Severus to shelter him from the world, for just a little bit of time.

“I‘m running my hands all along your body, testing you, seeing what you like, where you like to be touched, and where you don’t like to be touched. Your nipples are pebbled and hard, begging to be bitten, sucked, laved…” Harry couldn’t help but whimper as he played with his nipples in response. “I work my way down to your belly button and dip my finger into it…”

Harry whispered, “ticklish there.”

“I run my fingers up and down your cock, and then weigh your balls in my hand. Do you like that?”

“Oh…yesssss,” Harry hissed.

“I run my fingers down your thighs to your ankles and then back up, my palms sliding up your legs until I reach your thighs again. Do you want me to touch you? To grasp your cock in my hand, to lick it, suck it? Or do you want me to penetrate you?”

Harry was nearly speechless at this point. “Yes…all…me…yes…please…” was all that came out in response to the questions, but Severus understood him anyway.

“Relax, and let me. I tease your arse with a finger, and push it into you. Relax and let me pleasure you… a second finger enters you, stroking and stretching. When I feel you accept it, I add a third. I can feel you clench around them, trying to draw them further in. You are ready. I can see it in your face, as I remove my fingers and push into you with the head of my prick.”

Harry whined in response. “Oh… oh… more….”

“Yes! I thrust into you, and set a steady pace, almost withdrawing completely before thrusting back in, until my balls slap your arse. I grasp your hips to angle in better, so that I can hit your prostrate while I grab your cock with my other hand, to stroke you in time to my thrusts. Do you want to come?”

“Oh, gods, yes… please….” Harry was frantically fisting his cock.

“Then come for me, Harry. Come now….”

“Oh… Severus... YES!” Harry came with a shout. He lay panting on the bed and tried to catch his breath. There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, and then the sound of breathing started back up.

“I hold you as you tremble in reaction to the pleasure, petting your hair and down your back. Slowly, I can feel you calm down and focus once again on me. Harry, focus on me and only me.” Severus’s voice trembled as he struggled to catch his breath.

Harry gasped and panted, as his heartbeat gradually slowed. He wasn’t sure what was better -- the orgasm from the fantasy or the fact that he was actually sharing it with Snape. He gathered his courage and asked “Severus…?” His voice was still shaky from the pleasure he’d just enjoyed. “I know this is forward of me, and rather fast, but… I don’t want to just do this over the phone, no matter how enjoyable it is. I want to actually feel your hands on my body, your lips tasting mine, you buried deep inside of me….” He took a deep breath, drawing the courage to continue, “Would you be willing to meet? Somewhere private, to see if it is as good in person as it is over the phone?” Harry’s voice held equal parts of fear and hope, as he waited for an answer.

There was a pregnant silenc the the phone, then the sound of another held breath being released. “I… I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting you somewhere private. Do you have some place in particular in mind?”

“Well, there is always my place in Hogsmeade,” Harry offered quietly. “Or, if that makes you uncomfortable, we could meet anonymously in a hotel somewhere else.”

There was quiet once again on the phone as Harry and Severus pondered the consequences of actually meeting face to face. “Your place would be fine with me. When… when would you like to meet?” Harry could hear uncertainty in Severus’s voice. It was good to know that both of them were unsure about this step.

“Are you free to come to brunch tomorrow, at 2:00?”

“I believe that I can be free at that time.”

“Lovely, then we’ll plan on meeting tomorrow at 2:00 at my place. I’ll make sure that my floo is open to you, just say ‘Serpentine’ and it should bring you right here. Severus… thank you, for everything. And I really want to know how you ended up working for the Master’s Domain. Not that I am complaining, I’m just interested.” Harry’s voice shared his uncertainty and some humor at the whole situation that he found himself in. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night Severus.”

“Good night Harry.” A click and silence… then the sound of the disconnected line.

Harry stared at the phone in his hand as his mind finally grasped that he’d just had great sex, only on the phone though and had made a date with Severus Snape. He the reason the sex had been so good. Tomorrow…his mind spun with the possibilities.

He placed the receiver in its cradle and cleaned up before climbing under the covers. Tomorrow would come soon enough and for tonight he could relive their conversation in his dreams.

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Harry paced nervously around his small living room as he waited for Severus to show up. Looking at the clock again, he checked the table to make sure that it looked okay. He then wandered into the tiny kitchen to check on the food, walking back out into the front room just as Severus came through the floo.

They stopped and stared at one another, as Harry’s mouth went dry in response. ‘Damn, he looks better than I remembered,’ was the thought that ran through his mind. His face flushed as he thought of their conversation the night before, but his eyes continued to devour the man standing before him.

Severus cleared his throat and Harry snapped to attention. Smiling slightly, he took the cloak from the Potions Master and hung it on a hook by the door. Turing to his guest, he asked, “Would you like something to drink? Tea, or a glass of wine perhaps?”

“Tea would be fine, thank you.”

“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa, I’ll be right back.”

Harry returned with the teapot and cups on a try. Sitting down and turning his body to face Severus, he poured tea for them both, handing one cup to his guest. He took a drink and then set his cup down. “So Severus, tell me… how was it that you ended up working for a phone-sex line?”

Severus took a drink of the tea and proceeded to tell Harry the story of how he’d found some much-needed relaxation and release with the use of the phone line, and his absolute horror at learning of the charges incurred to the school from his usage. He talked about his conversation with Dumbledore and his ‘solution’ -- working for the phone line itself to pay off his charges.

During the conversation they adjourned to the table and shared the brunch that Harry had set out, and then afterwards they ended up back on the sofa in the living room.

Harry shared the story of his travels and the afternoon passed quickly and far more comfortably than either had expected. Before either realized it, it was getting dark and close to supper time. Their voices had trailed off into comfortable silence sometime earlier as they both sat and just enjoyed the comfort of each other’s company.

Severus was the first to break the silence “Well, I should be getting back to the school, I have lessons to finish preparing for the coming week…” He prepared to stand up.

Harry reached out and grasped his hand, tugging gently so that Severus ended leaning towards him. Keeping a firm hold on the hand he captured, he reached up with his other hand and lightly stroked along Severus’s cheek until he was holding onto his chin. He leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to those on the face he was holding captive. ‘So sweet’ was the thought that ran through his mind as the lips below his relaxed. The kiss was unhurried and gentle, a cautious exploration between the two of them, nibbles and soft melding until they both were sharing a breath back and forth between them.

Harry pulled back first, his eyes dilated and deep green, as he searched the black eyes in front of him, looking for regret or disdain in the face before him. Finding none, he leaned forward again, and this time the kiss was deeper, and when his tongue stroked along Severus’ bottom lip, asking for admittance, the mouth beneath his opened, offering surrender. The kiss turned possessive, each leading the other along the path of desire, trading control back and forth.

This time when they separated, both were breathing deeply, staring into one another’s eyes. Harry stood up, tugging on Severus’s hands, pulling him to his feet. “I know what it is that I desire, I want you in my bed -- in me -- but if you aren’t ready for that, then this is your chance to leave. The choice is yours. What is it that you desire?” Harry’s voice was gravelly with need as he stood there, offering himself to Severus.

Severus looked at Harry, saw the man that he’d become from the child he’d been, and smiling, he leaned forward and softly kissed Harry. “I want you Harry.” Unspoken but heard by both was the acknowledgement that this was the beginning of something bigger than either of them, and that this was where they were supposed to be.

Hand in hand, they turned and went into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

~fin~