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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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6,199
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18
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Chapter Four: Taken ((Part One))
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Until Life Escapes Us
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Chapter Four: Taken
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not my idea and here out should not be thought so.
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Warning: This story will in the future contain slash, so be warned. This chapter will contain sexual situations so be further warned.
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Author Notes: I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Though the star rating is low, I plan to write a bit better now that I am not rushed for time. I have spent the last few days working on projects so the chapters were not to my best ability. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Harry walked slowly from the shadows that hid him in the dimly lit hallway. His eyes floundered over portraits that watched him as he walked with a pace that lost to the common ‘snail’ pace of the other students on their bad days. He wasn’t much for focusing when in thought. His mind leapt all over the memories that had been the previous night, according to what was seen through his eyes.
Everything still felt as though it was a colored dream, dripping with lies that surrounded his only half-focused ears. No longer did anything he did in the light of day seem to be a process in which was followed repetitively; more like a new beginning as well as a new source of emotion.
He belonged to someone; a man to be precise; his newly acquired professor. All the feelings scrambled over and over, leaving residue of what seemed to be something of relevance, but not quite. To put it honestly, nothing truly made sense to him anymore. He couldn’t gather thoughts like he had just the day before; everything seemed to be a programming method of doing what he did during the day; like someone had been feeding him the answers, and allowed him to simply act on that demand.
Soon he looked up from his thoughts, eyes hazed slightly over with confusion as well as misunderstanding. The portrait was one that he hadn’t noticed on any of his travels, but somehow knew through another’s mind. Before thought prevailed, he whispered the words “Triple Maple” and the portrait was replaced to form a door within the wall. His eyes widened out of pure amazement.
A dark figure emerged from the space containment that the door withheld behind the drawn portrait. His hair was long and hung gracefully over his right shoulder. His eyes were darker than usual, but a small smile was present, corrupting his thinly paled lips. A hand was lifted from beyond the dark robes, held out gently to Harry. Inviting the hand was, tempting to take, but Harry merely stared in contempt.
His eyes focused over the pale skin, silk like in its refinement. The hand was free from aging, much like the man himself. Harry couldn’t help the thoughts that crept through his barrier, recognizing the man to be potentially sexy. Sexy, he thought reservedly. His eyes held a sort of compassion, a drawn emotion to a person deprived most of his life from any sort of passion or love shown towards him.
Finally, his hand rose, cupping the other man’s in a shy consent to further lead him. He was drawn slowly into the room, the man’s eyes never leaving his as though in a trance of the emerald glitter. Harry felt the slow blush ease onto his cheeks, patching a soft rose over small parcels of cells. The man never spoke, merely drew him in with his quiet grace and definite desire.
Harry was drawn nearer to the form, his breaths coming in quick puffs that attempted to get more oxygen to his brain. Heat; his body was embedded with a very definite heat that was almost consuming. His breath caught in his throat as a slender finger ran a steady pattern beneath the covering of robes and heavy material, finally coming to rest on a small but hard nipple.
The man watched him, his hips rubbing seductively against the boy’s. “Give me everything,” he whispered hotly into Harry’s ear, pulling away some rebellious strands of raven-stark hair. “Allow me to make you mine completely,” his mouth came to rest on the carnage of the teen’s ear, sucking in the shell and licking it with the moist muscle.
Harry felt faint, his pulse racing against his chest at the newly found voice beneath the masked man. He wants me, he thought quickly. He couldn’t complete his thoughts as he was soon lowered to a bed, feeling the material beneath his fingertips, a soft silk that pleasured his skin. “Yes,” he heard himself say, without even comprehending the question to its full capacity.
Lips pressed against his, quickly drawing them apart with a thick tongue that plagued his mouth as though deprived of all contact for so many long years. The search was however stalled when the need to breathe came to surface. Pulling away, his man of mystery, dissolved before his eyes. Professor Tripe hovered over him, lust overtaking any other emotion held in those intoxicating eyes.
Harry was captured; no longer could he refuse such a gaze. His hands crawled their way up and around the man’s neck, drawing him close for yet another mind-blowing kiss. Harry’s breath was sucked away from him as the man probed and teased his mouth. The hand that had once rested on his stomach was now making a quick job of his trousers, tugging and pulling in a sudden haste to remove them.
Before Harry knew it, he was completely stripped of his clothing and was now flush in front of his Defense against the Arts’ professor. “Harry, open your legs to me,” the voice was lower, dropping an octave as he looked down at the boy’s hips, licking his lips to moisten them. Obediently, Harry obliged to his professor’s request, pulling away his thighs and allowing his equally naked professor access to his most private of all areas, without even a thought or embarrassed blush.
“Accio Lubricant,” the man whispered almost desperately. Cool liquid was spread along the crevice between Harry’s cheeks, causing him to gasp slightly and start with surprise. He felt the gentle fingers swirl a small path around the pucker, arousing a feeling that Harry had not yet experience. In response, a soft groan seeped from the boy’s mouth, trying to portray the welcomed feelings of pleasure.
Vincent smirked, watching Harry in his complete arousal, an expression that he would cherish and later use to taunt Voldemort with. His finger penetrated the opening, easing slowly into the tunnel, enjoying the tight warmth that surrounded it. I can’t wait to drive myself into him, he thought with another smirk.
Harry whimpered slightly, the pain wasn’t bad but the uncomfortable feeling was a bit more unwelcome. He shifted, trying to find a way to adjust to the invasion. His body responded well enough, making him completely hard and ready for more. Another finger entered him, but his distraction was created with the moving mouth and exploring tongue in his mouth, not even allowing the chance to notice the change. He gave into the pleasure fully, now impaling himself on the resting three fingers.
The fingers were drawn out and he whimpered in response, his body shaking with the need of fulfillment. He was not soon left when he felt a bolder object penetrate the opening, causing him to yelp a bit out in pain. His body was quickly drawn into strong arms, and the mouth was once more on his in a searing kiss that left him breathless.
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Severus walked uneasily through the dark hallway. His eyes shifted from the cold stone floor to the distance that lay ahead. He needed to speak with this Professor Tripe person. He walked straight for where the area cut off into a corner that turned to the right, sharply. He had adapted so well to the darkness, that the corner in the night was as apparent as it would be in the day.
He turned and made his way to the portrait near the end of the hall, murmuring angrily underneath his breath. The atmosphere had somewhat changed since he had taken the turn, and somehow he was beginning to feel that he was going to expect a situation much more complex. How he knew this? Let’s just say that after years of being a spy, you come in tune with reading areas and what might occur inside them.
~*~
In. Out. In. Out. Breathing was now a thing of the past, a changing activity with the increased pace, an intoxicating rhythm that his body erupted with pleasure that over exceeded anything he had -in his life- ever experience. Harry groaned low in his throat, finding no time to gasp between the withdrawals of the other man. He panted as much as his body would allow, clasping tightly to the soft skin lining the other’s back in some kind of desperate attempt to focus his energy and pleasure into the fierce grabs of skin beneath his palms.
~*~
Severus stopped, his mind racing at the notice of the opened portrait, leaving him awestricken. Had that bastard already get to Harry, he thought, and his rage boiling over him with an attempt to retrieve his sanity.
He now ran through the door way; he smirked at the thought of the man not being intelligent enough to close the door and ward it. Imbecile, he thought angrily. He heard the low groans and gasps of the men coming from the private bedroom. One could say that his heart stopped.
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End Notes: I know I am horrible; I left you with a cliff hanger. Tune in for the next part to Chapter Four: Taken ^^
Until Life Escapes Us
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Chapter Four: Taken
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not my idea and here out should not be thought so.
--------------------------
Warning: This story will in the future contain slash, so be warned. This chapter will contain sexual situations so be further warned.
--------------------------
Author Notes: I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Though the star rating is low, I plan to write a bit better now that I am not rushed for time. I have spent the last few days working on projects so the chapters were not to my best ability. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Harry walked slowly from the shadows that hid him in the dimly lit hallway. His eyes floundered over portraits that watched him as he walked with a pace that lost to the common ‘snail’ pace of the other students on their bad days. He wasn’t much for focusing when in thought. His mind leapt all over the memories that had been the previous night, according to what was seen through his eyes.
Everything still felt as though it was a colored dream, dripping with lies that surrounded his only half-focused ears. No longer did anything he did in the light of day seem to be a process in which was followed repetitively; more like a new beginning as well as a new source of emotion.
He belonged to someone; a man to be precise; his newly acquired professor. All the feelings scrambled over and over, leaving residue of what seemed to be something of relevance, but not quite. To put it honestly, nothing truly made sense to him anymore. He couldn’t gather thoughts like he had just the day before; everything seemed to be a programming method of doing what he did during the day; like someone had been feeding him the answers, and allowed him to simply act on that demand.
Soon he looked up from his thoughts, eyes hazed slightly over with confusion as well as misunderstanding. The portrait was one that he hadn’t noticed on any of his travels, but somehow knew through another’s mind. Before thought prevailed, he whispered the words “Triple Maple” and the portrait was replaced to form a door within the wall. His eyes widened out of pure amazement.
A dark figure emerged from the space containment that the door withheld behind the drawn portrait. His hair was long and hung gracefully over his right shoulder. His eyes were darker than usual, but a small smile was present, corrupting his thinly paled lips. A hand was lifted from beyond the dark robes, held out gently to Harry. Inviting the hand was, tempting to take, but Harry merely stared in contempt.
His eyes focused over the pale skin, silk like in its refinement. The hand was free from aging, much like the man himself. Harry couldn’t help the thoughts that crept through his barrier, recognizing the man to be potentially sexy. Sexy, he thought reservedly. His eyes held a sort of compassion, a drawn emotion to a person deprived most of his life from any sort of passion or love shown towards him.
Finally, his hand rose, cupping the other man’s in a shy consent to further lead him. He was drawn slowly into the room, the man’s eyes never leaving his as though in a trance of the emerald glitter. Harry felt the slow blush ease onto his cheeks, patching a soft rose over small parcels of cells. The man never spoke, merely drew him in with his quiet grace and definite desire.
Harry was drawn nearer to the form, his breaths coming in quick puffs that attempted to get more oxygen to his brain. Heat; his body was embedded with a very definite heat that was almost consuming. His breath caught in his throat as a slender finger ran a steady pattern beneath the covering of robes and heavy material, finally coming to rest on a small but hard nipple.
The man watched him, his hips rubbing seductively against the boy’s. “Give me everything,” he whispered hotly into Harry’s ear, pulling away some rebellious strands of raven-stark hair. “Allow me to make you mine completely,” his mouth came to rest on the carnage of the teen’s ear, sucking in the shell and licking it with the moist muscle.
Harry felt faint, his pulse racing against his chest at the newly found voice beneath the masked man. He wants me, he thought quickly. He couldn’t complete his thoughts as he was soon lowered to a bed, feeling the material beneath his fingertips, a soft silk that pleasured his skin. “Yes,” he heard himself say, without even comprehending the question to its full capacity.
Lips pressed against his, quickly drawing them apart with a thick tongue that plagued his mouth as though deprived of all contact for so many long years. The search was however stalled when the need to breathe came to surface. Pulling away, his man of mystery, dissolved before his eyes. Professor Tripe hovered over him, lust overtaking any other emotion held in those intoxicating eyes.
Harry was captured; no longer could he refuse such a gaze. His hands crawled their way up and around the man’s neck, drawing him close for yet another mind-blowing kiss. Harry’s breath was sucked away from him as the man probed and teased his mouth. The hand that had once rested on his stomach was now making a quick job of his trousers, tugging and pulling in a sudden haste to remove them.
Before Harry knew it, he was completely stripped of his clothing and was now flush in front of his Defense against the Arts’ professor. “Harry, open your legs to me,” the voice was lower, dropping an octave as he looked down at the boy’s hips, licking his lips to moisten them. Obediently, Harry obliged to his professor’s request, pulling away his thighs and allowing his equally naked professor access to his most private of all areas, without even a thought or embarrassed blush.
“Accio Lubricant,” the man whispered almost desperately. Cool liquid was spread along the crevice between Harry’s cheeks, causing him to gasp slightly and start with surprise. He felt the gentle fingers swirl a small path around the pucker, arousing a feeling that Harry had not yet experience. In response, a soft groan seeped from the boy’s mouth, trying to portray the welcomed feelings of pleasure.
Vincent smirked, watching Harry in his complete arousal, an expression that he would cherish and later use to taunt Voldemort with. His finger penetrated the opening, easing slowly into the tunnel, enjoying the tight warmth that surrounded it. I can’t wait to drive myself into him, he thought with another smirk.
Harry whimpered slightly, the pain wasn’t bad but the uncomfortable feeling was a bit more unwelcome. He shifted, trying to find a way to adjust to the invasion. His body responded well enough, making him completely hard and ready for more. Another finger entered him, but his distraction was created with the moving mouth and exploring tongue in his mouth, not even allowing the chance to notice the change. He gave into the pleasure fully, now impaling himself on the resting three fingers.
The fingers were drawn out and he whimpered in response, his body shaking with the need of fulfillment. He was not soon left when he felt a bolder object penetrate the opening, causing him to yelp a bit out in pain. His body was quickly drawn into strong arms, and the mouth was once more on his in a searing kiss that left him breathless.
~*~
Severus walked uneasily through the dark hallway. His eyes shifted from the cold stone floor to the distance that lay ahead. He needed to speak with this Professor Tripe person. He walked straight for where the area cut off into a corner that turned to the right, sharply. He had adapted so well to the darkness, that the corner in the night was as apparent as it would be in the day.
He turned and made his way to the portrait near the end of the hall, murmuring angrily underneath his breath. The atmosphere had somewhat changed since he had taken the turn, and somehow he was beginning to feel that he was going to expect a situation much more complex. How he knew this? Let’s just say that after years of being a spy, you come in tune with reading areas and what might occur inside them.
~*~
In. Out. In. Out. Breathing was now a thing of the past, a changing activity with the increased pace, an intoxicating rhythm that his body erupted with pleasure that over exceeded anything he had -in his life- ever experience. Harry groaned low in his throat, finding no time to gasp between the withdrawals of the other man. He panted as much as his body would allow, clasping tightly to the soft skin lining the other’s back in some kind of desperate attempt to focus his energy and pleasure into the fierce grabs of skin beneath his palms.
~*~
Severus stopped, his mind racing at the notice of the opened portrait, leaving him awestricken. Had that bastard already get to Harry, he thought, and his rage boiling over him with an attempt to retrieve his sanity.
He now ran through the door way; he smirked at the thought of the man not being intelligent enough to close the door and ward it. Imbecile, he thought angrily. He heard the low groans and gasps of the men coming from the private bedroom. One could say that his heart stopped.
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End Notes: I know I am horrible; I left you with a cliff hanger. Tune in for the next part to Chapter Four: Taken ^^