Smoke & Mirrors

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Chapter 4 Wet Dreams

Harry turned restlessly over in bed and stifled a groan. It had been yet one more unsatisfactory sex episode with Severus, who recently had either refused to penetrate him at all, or had restricted himself to shallow unsatisfying thrusts. He can't be getting much out of it either, Harry thought unhappily, but he just won't discuss it. He sighed, turning over yet again, it was all so frustrating ... he'd even been having vague, disturbing dreams about sex which he couldn't remember properly the next day. At last he fell asleep ...

He is kneeling, naked except for a skimpy pair of briefs, and achingly hard. He tries to reach down to grasp his cock and realises his arms are being held firmly behind his back. Hands - many hands - are groping him. His nipples are being tweaked, his buttocks fondled, his balls stroked. He moans and struggles; precum leaks from his cock and stains the front of his briefs. Someone is kissing him ... he opens his mouth ... the lips are replaced by a cock ... another cock is being rubbed against his ... his briefs are pulled down ... yet another cock is penetrating his arse ... Harry gasps and chokes .. his hands are released but only so that two more cocks can be thrust into them ... he is gasping and panting and writhing and sucking and being fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked ... he is covered in spunk, dripping with it ... he hears coarse laughter and many voices cheering him on as he comes ..

Harry woke up, gasping; he'd just been elbowed sharply in the ribs. "What's the matter with you?" came Snape's irritable voice in his ear. "You've been grunting like a pig on heat, and look what you've done to the bed!" He grabbed Harry's hand and forcefully pressed it onto a large wet patch - which certainly hadn't been there when Harry fell asleep.

"Wet dreams, Potter?" Snape sneered. "Wasn't I ... enough ... for you last night?"

"No you bloody weren't!" Harry snapped. "I MUST be frustrated to dream about being fucked like that ..."

"By me, I hope!"

"Er, no ..."

There was a deathly silence. Harry's words seemed to hang in the air between them.

"Might I enquire who the lucky recipient of your favours might be?" Snape said silkily. "And what you were doing with him - I presume it was a him?"

"Uh, it was almost like being under the Imperius Curse, though not quite - I was turned on and doing things - they pawed me -"

"THEY?" demanded Snape. "How many of ... THEM?"

"Er, I dunno," Harry mumbled unhappily. "Five, maybe six? Yeah, I was being fucked all over, at least five cocks ..." He blushed and fell silent.

Snape clenched his fists and glared furiously at Harry. "How long has this been going on?" he grated.

"Um, quite a while I think, though I don't remember much ... "

"Well, we'll just have to assist your memory then Mr Potter, won't we?" Snape hauled Harry out of bed, and dragged him into his office. He swept up a cloak from behind the door and wrapped it round himself, but left Harry to shiver in his skimpy T shirt and his damp boxers.

Harry scowled, he hated it when Snape called him 'Mr Potter', it brought back too many unhappy memories of his schooldays. And the git hadn't even let him put his glasses on - "Accio spectacles!" Harry grumbled, caught them as they came flying in from the bedside table, and jammed them on his nose. Snape came into focus, and Harry instantly wished he hadn't: the elder wizard looked, there was no other word for it, terrifying.

Snape stalked across the office and opened a cupboard door. He carefully lifted down a shallow stone basin and placed it carefully on his desk.

"Dumbledore's old Pensieve!" said Harry. "You've still got it then?"

"Evidently," said Snape, his lip curling. "I find it ... useful. Come here!"

Harry reluctantly walked over to the desk, the stone floor chill under his bare feet. Snape seized him roughly by the arm, drew his wand and poked it into the roots of Harry's hair. "Keep still, Potter, this needs concentration .. ah!" He withdrew the wand and the glowing silvery strands now attached to it, and deposited them in the basin. "I think I've captured one of your recent ... ah, episodes ... let's see, shall we?"

He grasped the back of Harry's neck and forced him to bow over the shimmering surface. Harry felt the old somersaulting motion, aware that Snape was following him into the depths of the memory...

Harry is lying sprawled on a big bed, smiling wantonly, reflected in the ceiling mirror above him. He's dressed only in black silk briefs, low on his hips. As they watch, he runs his fingers provocatively over his body, lingering around his nipples for a while, then slowly moving downwards. Catcalls and wolf whistles resound from the shadows beyond the spotlit bed ..

Harry stared in puzzlement. "I don't remember that dream," he said.

"People usually don't," Snape said shortly. "Not unless they wake up straight after one, like you did just now."

on the bed, the Harry tart bends his leg, tucking his knee under his chin, and reaches round to pull his briefs down at the back, he juts his arse out for his unseen audience and fingers his crack...

Harry is blushing. Beside him Snape mutters an oath.

... he waves two fingers in the air, they magically glisten with lubricant and he thrusts them into his own arse, grinding down and beginning to finger-fuck himself with wanton groans and sighs. A strong musky, arousing scent fills the air ...

Harry steals a shamefaced look at Snape, who is standing as if turned to stone.

With his other hand Harry frees his huge erect cock from the briefs and begins to stroke it.

"I'm not that big!" Harry muttered, bewildered. "Hey -" He yelped in pain as Snape seized him by the neck and hauled him out of the Pensieve. Harry winced. He couldn't blame Snape for being angry ... he'd looked so... so ... blatant, sprawled out like that, his fingers up his arse, his cock pointing at the ceiling ...

"Accio photograph!" roared Snape, giving Harry a savage push which nearly sent him sprawling. Harry's wizard photo zoomed in from the sitting room, narrowly missing Harry's ear, and came to rest in Snape's outstretched hand. Snape held it out and looked at it narrowly, occasionally glancing from it to Harry.

"I think we may have the answer," he said musingly. "I suspect young Quercus is up to his tricks. Tell me about how you had this done, Harry."

Harry frowned, thinking back. It seemed years since he'd had the photograph taken at Quercus Studios in Knockturn Alley, but of course it could only have been three months at the most.

"Well," he began slowly, "I was showing the photo you gave me to Dobby, oh and the keepsake dagger -" he glanced at Snape who just gestured impatiently for him to go on. "- well, and he asked me what I'd given you, and I said -"

"Spare me the excruciating details of your intimate chats with your house elf," sneered Snape, his hand clenching into a fist again.

Harry glared at him. "I wanted to give you a keepsake," he said crossly. "I thought you might like it, I'm sure I don't know why!" Then before Snape could snipe back, he went on hurriedly "You'd disappeared, don't forget, it was when you were holed up in the Silent Witch with those Dark wizards" and those rent boys he just prevented himself from saying.

"Oh, yes ..." Snape looked a little disconcerted. "Well, never mind that; just tell me what happened at Quercus Studios."

"The place was locked when I got there," Harry remembered. "Then Quercus turned up and we went inside, I said I wanted a photograph done for a special friend." He glanced sideways at Snape but the elder wizard was stony-faced again. "He asked me how I wanted it, and showed me some photographs in an album ..." He'd blushed at the time, seeing the things the boy in the photographs was doing. But judging by what they'd seen in the Pensieve, he'd just been dreaming of doing similar things himself. A terrible thought struck him. "Severus! He won't have put ME in an album for his customers to leer at, will he?"

"Maybe," said Snape. "But I suspect he's put a spell on the photograph - or more likely a copy of it he kept for himself - to create a link with you while you're asleep and control your dreams. So he and his cronies share a sort of ... experience ... of fucking you - not quite like the real thing, an illusion, but a very good one." He sounded almost admiring. "I'd heard of that sort of thing, though I never tried it myself. I prefer my partners in the ... flesh."

"But that's horrible!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't mean him to do anything like that!"

"What steps did you take to stop him?" enquired Snape caustically. "Surely you took the simple precaution of a binding contract with him, to give you sole title and use of the photograph? And that you specified no copies?"

"Er, no," Harry admitted. "I didn't think -"

Snape sighed theatrically. "You never do," he said. "You just rush in - a stupid Gryffindor - no finesse, no Slytherin subtlety -"

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted. "I was brought up by MUGGLES, okay? I don't know any of this stuff ..."

"You should have learnt by now, did your years at Hogwarts teach you nothing?" demanded Snape furiously. "Have I taught you nothing?"

"Only to love you," Harry murmured wistfully, but Snape didn't hear him.

"You allowed him to put a spell on that photograph, I remember you saying, so it would do a striptease for me when - when I was feeling low - " Snape's voice faltered as he remembered that occasion: Harry lying near death in the hospital wing, himself unsure if he could make the Essences potion to save him.

"Yeah, that's right," Harry agreed. "I didn't even strip for him." He snapped his fingers. "THAT'S why my cock looked so big in that dream memory! I remember now, he did it with the spell, that big dick was down to his lurid imagination."

"Shame you didn't make sure that was all he did with his spell," Snape said sourly. Then, looking at Harry's stricken face, he added "But you weren't to know; and I'm glad you did have that photo done ... you might not be here now if you hadn't."

Harry grinned at him hopefully, and moved forward to take the older wizard in his arms, but Snape didn't respond. "It doesn't excuse what he did, though," he said, putting Harry aside.

"What are you doing?" Harry faltered.

"I need to know just how angry I should be," Snape said grimly, turning back to the Pensieve.

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