Devil on the Wall

Title: Nursery Rhymes (4/4)
Series: Devil on the Wall
Author: Lux (quietlygorgeous@hotmail.com)
Feedback: not needed but greatly appreciated
Rating: R
Pairing: SS/HP
Summary: He is my devil and on my shelf is where he'll stay.
Archive: www.roseroses.net (my site) ; anyone else just ask
Warnings: angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Don't ask me why I like dom!Snape so much and sub!Harry. I just really, really do.
Thanks: KC for putting up with my quirks and for being you ::smooch::

Devil on the Wall : Nursery Rhymes

Harry leaned against the doorframe of the library. He watched Severus read in his over-stuffed green chair that Harry hated. Sometimes he thought Severus kept it around just to annoy him. He sighed softly and wondered why he tried so hard to drive Severus away. Every day he seemed to think of something new to hurt the man with. Because maybe, just maybe, if he got it right Severus would leave and Harry would be able to stop hurting him. He wasn't sure if Severus knew about Echo yet. Harry had purposely left her little skirt and top strewn around the room. Her wild perfume was still permeating the sheets. He had to have noticed but why wasn't Severus saying anything? Why wasn't he yelling at Harry and packing his bags and leaving? He felt a tear slide down his cheek. Why wouldn't he just make it easy on both of them and go?

He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach to keep the bile from rising any farther up his throat. Nothing seemed right anymore but when had it ever? Some sort of innocence, maybe all he had left, had been lost when Voldemort had screamed in agony and Ginny had purred and died without pain. He had once imagined that innocence tasted like strawberries and freshly whipped cream. He can remember a summer day sometime after his fifteenth birthday when he and Ron had stolen strawberries and cream from the pantry. The cream had melted into little white puddles when they sat in the sun. It dripped off the berries and landed on shirts and chins. Harry can remember thinking, when he had looked at Ron, "How can this beautiful boy be my best friend and why don't I feel anything more than brotherly love towards him?" Thinking of it now, Harry glared at the back of Severus' chair and wished he had never convinced Ron to take the berries and cream. The memory was more painful than anything else.

He scowled and left the doorway. His robe made a light swishing noise behind him as he stalked through the house. He wasn't sure where they'd acquired the estate but he didn't care. He only knew that it was near some town and no one knhey hey were there except Echo. His blourneurned at the thought of her. He wanted to blame the whole affair on her thick, glossy hair and long slim legs. He wondered why he could fuck a nameless girl but couldn't even hold hands with Ginny whom he had wanted to love so badly. He can still remember the way her eyes burned into him; had pleaded silently to take her into a deserted corridor and kiss her; to feel the wetness between her thighs and mean every stupid word that he whispered in her ear. Maybe that was why only he could kill her. It was the only thing she had ever asked of him that he could really achieve; the only gift he could give her. If only everyone understood that. He briefly wondered if Percy was jealous that Harry could've married Ginny while he was merely the older brother who was screwing his little sister. Sometimes, Harry wished he had had an older brother who had cared about him the way Percy worshipped Ginny.

Solemnly, he drifted to their bedroom and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. There were two perfectly good chairs but he didn't feel like he deserved to sit on their fluffy red cushions. He always felt like he was sitting in a puddle of blood. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them. The childish display felt appropriate for the way he felt: small and insignificant. He hated himself for being so vulnerable and hoped that Severus would stay tucked away in the library so he could mope in peace. But he heard the floorboards creak behind him before he actually saw Severus. Harry scowled at the fireplace and sneered, "What do you want?"

Severus sat behind Harry and pulled him back so that he was nearly sitting in his lap. He gently pressed a hand on Harry's chest until he leaned back and then, after a moment, laid his head on Severus' shoulder. Severus pressed a gentle kiss to the spot just behind Harry's ear, then spoke. "You want someone to break you, hm? Want someone to hurt you back? Is that why you brought the little tart home?" He brushed a kiss over the edge of Harry's ear. "I can do that, boy. I can have you writhing on this floor in three minutes, pleading with me for something you didn't know you needed."

Harry swallowed and felt a little twinge of arousal and fear stir in the pit of his stomach. He did. He wanted Severus to throw him against the wall and claim him like he used to. There had been days when Severus would pin him to the bed and thrust so deeply that Harry would cry out. He had worn those bruises with pride. That seemed like ages ago now and the need to hurt Severus, to drive him away came back full throttle. "She was young and stupid. You should have heard the way she screamed when I fucked her." The sting that landed on his cheek was strangely satisfying. Yes, he thought, hurt me. Mark me like you used to. Prove I'm still yours if nothing else. "Is that the best you can do? You're getting soft in your old age."

His heart leapt when Severus hauled him to his feet and slammed him against the wall. He gasped when he saw the fire ineruserus' eyes. It had been so long since he had been the one to ignite that fire! Harry's clothes were ripped from his body and he was sure that the sting on his arm wasn't just from Severus' hand holding him in place. He struggled with all he had and squeaked when Severus' thigh collided with his side. "Hold still," he growled, nipped at the pale skin on Harry's throat until a purple bruise formed. His eyes rolled back when he felt Severus rub against him and grunted when Severus' twisted his nipple. With deft fingers, the rest of Harry's clothes were torn off and Severus unfastened his trousers.

Teeth scraped his ear painfully and Severus said, in his low, dark chocolate and bitter black coffee voice, "You want to be broken? I will fracture you. You want to be hurt? I will give you scars no one but I will ever see." Fingers suddenly gentled, but there was a trembling edge to it, like the man was waiting for a cue to let go of the control. "And you'll like it, Harry." The fingers tightened and he felt himself being lifted a little, then slammed back into the wall, and his head cracked against the stone. But it was good, so good, as Severus thrust three fingers inside him, twisted beautifully, cruelly and for the first time in months Harry felt the burning pain that made him feel whole in a way nothing else could.

He whimpered when the fingers were removed and cried out when Severus pushed inside him. He shivered and grasped Severus' shoulders as he was pounded into the wall. He opened his mouth to moan but all that came out was empty sound.

As Harry was ripped apart seam by seam, Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall and Harry was put back together again before all the king's horses and all the king's men failed to put Humpty together at all. Severus could break him, fix him and he'd be done, real at last. Because Pinocchio's strings would be cut and his skin would turn from thick wood to soft real skin and humans bruise so easily; but he'd never leave Japetto because the world just wasn't ready for a boy who lived.

End.