Peach Colored Walls

Every time Harry woke he discovered that during the night his hands had gone under his gown. He had a habit of cupping his testicles while he was asleep; he wasn’t sure if he was trying to make sure they were still there or protect them.

They hadn’t come for him in quite some time; Harry would guess a couple of weeks. He stunk and his muscles ached from lying on the lumpy mattress, he needed a nice hot shower.

Harry didn’t waste the hours anymore, he practiced. Once his magic had been released he found he didn’t need such a strong emotion to keep it working. He tried to remember every spell they had taught him back at Hogwarts. Every time one worked, every time his pillow hovered in the air, every time he was able to heat his cold food, every time he felt that familiar tingle as his magic rushed through him, he felt a little more hopeful.

The day he discovered alohomora worked he had to bite his tongue from screaming out in pure joy. The guard who came into give him his meal started bitching about people being incompetent and leaving doors unlocked. Harry acciod a pencil from the guards pocket when he wasn’t paying attention. McGonagall would have been proud with his perfectly transfigured fork.

The muggles had become too trusting. In all the time they had been imprisoned there had only been one instance of an escape attack and that was when they had attacked them physically during a communal shower. They never thought that the wizards and witches could do magic without wands. They left Harry alone and he worked on becoming stronger.

Harry was still groggy from sleep when he felt the first touch. He tried to open his eyes but found himself slipping back into oblivion. The touch was back again, he felt a weight on his hip. Harry groaned and tried to move closer to the wall, the touch followed him.

Something wet touched his neck and his eyes finally listened to his mind that was screaming at them to open. Harry’s face was pressed down into his pillow and his back was covered with the weight of another person.

“Thought you might be feeling lonely, sweetie.” Williams bit down on Harry’s ear and smiled as the young man began to squirm beneath him.

“Get off!” Harry bucked up trying to knock the man off him but it only resulted in him becoming painful aware of the erection poking his backside. He felt his skin tingling, his blood heating up.

The fluorescent light flashed on and off, finally exploding leaving them in complete darkness. Harry bit into his pillow and tried to think of a spell, his heart was racing and the only think he could think about was the feel of those calloused hands as they slid up under his gown.

He turned his head and looked out into the darkness. “Accio fork.” Williams pressed his forearm down into the back of Harry’s neck, he felt himself getting light headed. Harry reached his hand out and willed the fork to come to him. He closed his hand around it and twisted his arm up behind him.

“Ouch! You little shit!” Harry stabbed at him again with the fork, he’d hit his arm. “Shit! What the hell do you have?”

Harry scrunched his eyes closed and concentrated. This time he was able to thrust the blade of the newly transfigured knife deep into the man’s upper arm. The weight on his back was gone. “You little fuck! You are going to regret that.”

Harry heard the door slam, he knew the injury must have been pretty bad for Williams to storm out and not wallop Harry first. He tried to calm down; his heart was still racing and his skin tingling with left over magic.

His hand was coated in the guard’s blood; Harry wiped it on his sheets. He’d lost his only weapon; the knife had still been in Williams’s arm when he left.

Harry lay back, folded his arms across his chest and kept his eyes on where he assumed the door was. The adrenaline was wearing off and Harry found himself falling back to sleep.

He awoke as soon as the door was swung open and was on his feet before he was even aware as to why. “Inmate 143P, turn around and face the wall. Place your hands behind you.”

Harry pressed his nose against the peach colored wall and waited till he felt hands grip his wrists. It was shower day; he knew it because it was always the same guard who came to get him for his shower. Harry relaxed and allowed himself to be led out of the room.

There was a knot in his chest as he removed his gown. Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His hand shook as he pulled his glasses off and sat them on the bench. He walked into the steam.

A strangled noise slipped from his lips and broke the tension “Severus…”

Severus nodded and gave him a bare hint of a smile. Harry’s mouth went slack as he took in the familiar gaunt form before him. A long thick scar ran the length of his torso, it was puckered and red. Harry moved closer, unable to see him too clearly from a distance.

“What did they do to you?”

Severus glanced down at his chest; his right hand came up and skimmed over the scar. “Muggles are very curious creatures. Have to know how everything looks, inside and out.” He shrugged “How have you been, Potter?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered, Severus.”

Severus moved toward him, he reached his hand out and let it hang there in midair between them. Harry grinned and threw himself against the man’s chest; he placed a kiss just above a nipple and felt Severus press one on the top of his head.

“Forgive me, Potter.”

“For?” Harry pulled back a bit and glanced up into those dark eyes.

“Leaving you.”

“Kiss me and all is forgiven.”

Harry watched as Severus slowly lowered himself till he kneeled on the tile floor. He pressed his nose into the dark hairs that surrounded Harry’s quickly hardening cock. Severus’s lips brushed the tip; his tongue darted out and tasted him.

“You didn’t say where I was to kiss you, Potter.”

Harry whimpered as he was welcomed into the heat of Severus’s mouth. He placed his hand on the back of the man’s skull and thrust just a tad bit further into the wet heat. He gasped when he felt teeth carefully graze his skin. A hand came up and gently squeezed his balls.

“Ouch! Don’t do that.”

Severus pulled back and looked up at him. “Why not?”

“Still a bit tender there.” Severus narrowed his eyes and continued staring up at him. “Er…got a vasectomy recently. Wanted to make sure I didn’t get you into trouble.” Harry grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“I see.” Harry watched as Severus stood up, he reached around him and grabbed the small bar of yellow soap that had been left on the shower sill. “Best take advantage of that then.”

Harry nearly came when Severus braced himself against the shower wall and spread his legs. He took the soap as Severus offered it to him and lathered his hands. Harry pressed the full length of his body against Severus, he licked a drop of water off the scarred back.

He breached him slowly, slid his finger in and out a few times before adding a second. Harry nipped the man’s shoulder and then licked the small bite marks.

“Potter…” The warning was clear in the husky voice. Harry grabbed the soap again and it slipped from his fingers landing a few feet away from them. Harry giggled.

“What is so funny, Potter?”

Harry walked over and bent at the waist to pick the soap back up. “I dropped the soap.” He grinned and winked at Severus. The man’s face was blank and showed no signs of understanding. “Never mind must be a muggle thing.”

“Indeed.” Severus arched his back and thrust his backside out making his impatience known. Harry blushed.

The man was incredibly tight; he was made for Harry’s cock. Harry grunted as he pulled back and thrust in hard. Severus gasped and pushed back demanding more. He didn’t last long, Severus was too tight, the noises he made filled Harry’s ears and caused him to lose all of his control. He gripped the sharp hips and slammed into Severus. Harry’s cry echoed off the shower walls as he came.

Harry placed the side of his face flat against the pale back, his right hand let go of the hip and reached around to the front. It took three strokes and Severus came with Harry’s slowly softening cock still in him.

Harry traced the nail marks in the man’s hips. “Want me to get rid of those?”

“Pardon?” Severus pulled away from him and stepped under a shower head. Harry watched for a moment as Severus lathered his hands and started washing his chest.

“The nail marks and bruises I left, do you want me to get rid of them?” Severus arched a brow signally for Harry to explain. “I can do magic now, Severus. I thought maybe you would rather not have my marks on you. I can make any soreness you might feel go away too. Probably sleep better tonight that way.”

“Those are my marks, Potter. Don’t even think of using any magic on me. As for the soreness, I rather think I will sleep quite well tonight thanks to you.”

Harry smiled; he reached his hand and silently called the soap to him. “Don’t hog it all Sev.”

“Do not shorten my name, Potter. It is bad enough you gave yourself permission to use it at all.” Severus titled his head back and let the water run over his face. “Potter, tell me, how much magic can you do now?”

Harry saw a bit of Dumbledore in the twinkle that appeared in Severus’s eyes, and he swallowed hard. That look had always made him nervous coming from the headmaster, but seeing it on Snape’s face was just plain frightening. Harry felt his cock start to harden again.