Love, Lies & Loneliness

Chapter 49
(Dirty Weekend Away)

Harry trotted hastily down the eastern path leading from Hogwarts Castle to the schools front gates. While Harry had been too excited to sleep all night, and had packed last night with Ron, he still had managed to be late this morning to meet Snape by the gates. Draco had insisted he laden Harry down with supplies, the inexperienced boy might have forgotten in his packing and thus Harry was now late. With his shrunken weekend bag tucked in his jeans pocket, and his broom secure under his arm Harry ran the last hundred meters down the path to where a familiar robe clad figure stood impatiently at the gates.

“Sorry I’m late…” Harry was out of breath when he came to a stop in front of Snape, who was now staring at Harry down the end of his crooked nose.

“Punctuality isn’t your strong point is it Potter?” Snape snapped sharply in his usual manner before taking out a small leather band from his pocket. “Hold out your arm.” Harry obediently stuck out his left arm and watched as Snape tied the leather band loosely around his wrist, then with his wand whispered a small incantation over the band, which contracted and tightened securely on Harry’s wrist.

“What’s this?” Propping his broom against his leg Harry ran his fingertips over the leather band on his wrist trying and failing to read the inscription that had appeared in the leather after Severus’ charm.

“Homing Band.” Snape waved his hand dismissively at the band and made a gesture for Harry to follow him. Promptly Harry picked up his wand and had to run to keep up with Snape’s large strides as the professor strode towards the apperition point between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

“What does it do?” Harry nearly ran into Snape as the professor came to a complete stop on the top of the small hill, which marked the boundary of Hogwarts wards.

“It keeps me from having to search the country side for you, should you inevitably get lost.” Harry frowned as Snape wrapped his arm tightly about his waist pulling the boy flush against his body.

“I don’t get lost! I’m not stupid!” Harry grumpily folded his arms across his chest refusing to clutch onto Snape’s waist as the man was obviously waiting for him to do. Snape rose a single sceptical eyebrow at Harry who had the good grace to blush. “And I can apperate myself now you know?” In an attempt at sounding less silly Harry determinedly pointed out that he had just recently acquired his apparition licence, with held from Snape.

“Yes I am aware of that Mr Potter, having spent five weeks watching you disappear and reappear over and over again but may I also remind you, as yet you don’t know where we are going and your track record with apperating to unknown places is somewhat dubious.” Snape stared pointedly at Harry who again blushed and lowered his head in guilt. The last time he’d tried to apperate to somewhere he’d never been before he’d ended up headfirst into the lake, Snape having arrived just in time to save Harry from drowning.

“Fine.” Harry muttered moodily as he obediently wrapped his arms around Snape’s waist his broom still tightly clutched in his right hand. Satisfied with Harry’s compliance Snape muttered something to himself and within an instant Harry found himself standing knee deep in snow Snape cursing to himself as he shook the white powder from his black robes. Harry let go of Snape and watched as the man began up a path, barely visible beneath the white blanket of powder. Harry wasn’t looking at the path for long however as his gaze fell on the house that stood at the end of the path. Actually, it wasn’t really a house, more like a mansion built for kings and queens. Harry’s mouth dropped open at the sight of the place it’s stone gargoyles on the roof occasionally shuddering to shake off the snow, which had fallen on their winged backs. Hearing Snape call his voice Harry hurriedly follow in Snape’s footsteps in the snow, joining the man in the entrance to the manor still gawking at the size of the place.

“Where are we?” Harry whispered as he watched Snape wave his wand over the great oak doors of the house, one of them creaking open almost reluctantly.

“Snape Manor, I’m surprised you hadn’t guessed.” Snape moved into the hallway of the house and Harry quickly trailed in behind him. From the outside the house looked cold and uninviting but no sooner had Harry stepped inside than he felt warm and comfortable.

“Ely!” Snape’s voice echoed in hall, as Harry took off his coat still gawking around at the marble, stone and gold-framed pictures that hung on the walls of the manor. The staircase at the end of the hall was magnificent and Harry was sure he would slide down the banister before the weekend was out. Harry had been bugging Snape all year about bringing him to his families estate but Snape had continually put him off but now it seemed Snape had finally given in. A moment after Snape’s voice echoed back to him there was a sharp pop and Harry jumped a little in fright as a small doe- eyed house elf grabbed his snow dampened coat.

“Master Snape will be wanting breakfast now?” The obviously female house elf looked curiously from Harry to Snape who was just kicking off his shoes, and handing his own things to the already over stacked house elf’s arms.

“Yes Ely, please take Mr Potter’s things upstairs to my room.” Harry smiled secretly to himself as he heard Snape’s instruction to the house elf.

“Don’t I get my own room? The place is big enough for it don’t you think?” Harry gave his things to Ely who struggled under the weight of the things but disappeared with a pop. Snape threw a pointed glance over his shoulder at Harry who looked at him in innocent question.

“I don’t trust the house enough yet to leave you alone in it.” Snape moved to a large door on the left hand side of the hall and opened it indicating to the huge library of books that was housed inside. “This is the library.” Harry got to look briefly at the room before Snape ushered him along to the next door. In an orderly fashion Harry was taken on the tour of the grand home, Snape occasionally setting down rules as he moved throughout his family manor. Harry noted silently the way Snape had his wand constantly poised for action in his hand with every door he opened to show Harry inside. As predicted the house was huge and in the brief glimpses Harry had seen of each room, he noted many curious items he’d never seen before. Harry knew it wasn’t the best idea to go snooping though the house, Snape still not at ease himself. A wizarding home like Snape manor was bound to have secrets Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to know about. He was sure that was partly the reason behind the homing band.

Finally after an hour-long tour they returned to the lower floor of the manor and entered the small study and adjoining conservatory.

A breakfast of pancakes, orange juice and tea was laid out on the table between two over stuffed armchairs by the fire. Harry’s stomach grumbled at the sight, reminding him of his missed meal. Snape chuckled and gestured for Harry to begin eating.

“So what do you think of the place?” Snape poured himself a cup of his favourite aniseed tea and sipped at it as he watched Harry shovel the warm pancakes into his mouth.

“It’s big.” Harry mumbled around his mouthful as he washed it down with a swill of orange juice.

“Yes, too big really but I’ve not got anything else.” Snape waved his hand in the direction of a curtained wall and almost instantly the red curtains opened revealing the glassed walls of the conservatory. Harry smiled as he stood up and entered the conservatory and stared out at the snow covered fields and gardens beyond.

“Why is it snowing? It’s summer?” Harry turned around having accepted his own cup of aniseed tea from Severus who had propped his feet up on the grate next to the fire.

“Ah, that would be my Grandmother’s legacy I’m afraid. A very talented witch but extremely excentric and not quite all there, if you know what I mean?” Snape tapped his finger to his forehead and Harry nodded in understanding as he watched the man sip again from his tea, recalling memories of his childhood to mind. “Like most of my family her talents ran to the more obscure magical abilities and hers was a propensity to change the weather to suit her mood. It was unfortunate that when she passed on that her mood was somewhat ‘cold’ thus the snow. My parents tried for years to reverse the spell but as you can see it had little affect. I am however getting closer to the particular strain of magic she used, in the hope of having the manor see at least one summer before I die.” Harry sat back down, this time on the footstool at Snape’s feet. Automatically Snape’s hand came to rest on Harry’s head, gently stroking the soft unruly brown hair of the boy in front of him. “If you get tired of the snow, we can take a walk to the edge of the wards, the weather is much more pleasing beyond the wards.” Harry nodded lightly and rested back against Snape’s legs relaxing in the comforting atmosphere surrounding the room.

“Can I look around the place?” Harry inquired finding it best to ask Severus’ permission to do so before attempting to.

“Yes of course, just stay away from the West wing of the house I’m still working on that and try not to disturb the paintings some of my relatives can be quite offensive.” Harry smiled in thanks and finished his tea. No sooner had he put his empty teacup back on the tray than a lanky looking house elf appeared in front of him, to collect the breakfast tray.

“Master Snape sir, I is finding the key to the lab sir. I is hoping you would come with Twiggy to go inside sir.” The house elf was like the other elf ‘Ely’ female and Harry had to smile at the crooked green bow she had resting on her tufted of hair on the top of her bulbous head.

“About blood time too.” Snape emptied his cup and put it on the tray having stood abruptly from his seat, leaving Harry somewhat lonesome for his lover’s gentle touch. “Well this is important Harry, I have been trying to get into my fathers potions lab for quite some time. I will probably not join you for lunch so feel free to call ‘Ely’ in the kitchens to make you something, and I will see you at dinner, 7.30 prompt in the dining hall.” Snape moved over to the entrance into study, the house elf having banished the tray and was now trailing after Snape’s flowing robes. Snape paused just as he was going out of the door and glanced back at Harry who was somewhat disappointed at having to spend the day alone. “Oh and if you do go outside put a coat on and stay away from the cottage and the family plot, my relatives are not friendly and their knowledge of the dark arts goes beyond anything you may have encountered with Voldemort.” Harry nodded understandingly at the warning, having already seen the affects of ‘Mrs Black’ at Grimmauld place than to doubt Snape’s relatives would likely be twice as bad. Snape with a final smile left Harry to his own devices for the day.

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Harry yawned as he replaced the book on the top shelf of the library wall. Despite having spent the entire day alone by himself Harry had enjoyed exploring Snape’s home. There had been so much to look at and take an interest in, everything from the unusual black pensive housed in the study to the towering dusty tomb’s containing maps and elvan manuscripts Harry had found in the library. Everything in the house seemed to fit perfectly, and although trying to imagine a dark wizarding family taking residence inside the house, it was hard to with the place feeling warm and cosy. It had just gone quarter past seven when Harry finally exited the library, a heap of questions whizzing around in his mind as he made his way towards the dining hall Snape had showed him earlier. Harry didn’t expect Snape to be in the hall already but when Harry stepped into the vast dining space he gasped as he saw Snape sitting bloodied and bruised at the end of the table, Twiggy doing a lousy job of patching him up.

“Merlin’s beard, what happened to you?” Harry hastily pushed Twiggy’s fumbling hands away from Snape’s cut brow. Snape winced at Harry’s tentative touch, waving away Twiggy to help ‘Ely’ with the dinner down in the kitchens.

“My father happened, that’s what.” Snape hissed and pulled away from Harry’s rough handling, the boy scrupulously inspecting Snape’s face for any more signs of wounds. “Be careful Harry, I’m not a toy.” Batting Harry’s hands away from his now clean cuts Snape waved his hand over the items of medical assistance, which disappeared instantly. Harry sat down in his chair beside Snape’s at the head of the table. A moment later a small array of steaming bowls and plates appeared on the table, filled with mouth-watering food.

“Oooh Chicken.” Harry mumbled as he reached for a plate and began filling it with the tender chicken pieces. Snape shook his head quietly in amusement of Harry’s short attention span, before helping himself to the dwindling chicken pieces. “So I’m guessing getting into the lab wasn’t to easy?” Harry swallowed his mouthful of food and looked cautiously across at Snape. Having spent all day alone Harry desperately wanted to talk.

“No getting in was easy, just father didn’t like his things being touched and put various curses on his more important works. I just happened to open the wrong draw, and got an eyeful of blood bats.” Harry winced as Snape consciously touched his cut above his eye. Snape returned to his meal in silence and Harry sighed inwardly at the awkwardness of the silence. The silence stretched and Harry picked idly at his food until finally he pushed his plate away, his appetite completely lost. Never in their short liaison had Harry felt so awkward. Fed up with the silence Harry straightened his back and looked determinedly at Severus who was still engrossed in cutting up his roast potatoes.

“So are we going to, you know, do it tonight?” Almost immediately Snape spat chicken across the table as he turned to stare at Harry in complete shock. Harry waited patiently for an answer as Severus quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin. When Snape made not to answer the question Harry continued. “I’m technically not a student any more I finished my last exam on Friday.” Harry tried to sound more confident than he felt as he stared directly into Snape’s dark gaze. When Snape again made no move to answer Harry sighed heavily and lowered his gaze to the tabletop where his hands were fiddling with the edge of his napkin. “I’ll take that as a no then.” Harry whispered softly to himself as he went to rise from the table. Having embarrassed himself there was no point hanging around to listen to Snape’s tirade about his morals, their relationship, blah, blah, blah. Harry knew that speech all too well already. Before Harry could completely stand however Snape pressed his hand over Harry’s on the table making the boy stop and glance down at where their hands were touching. Harry stared at Snape’s hand over his own for a moment before glancing up carefully at his lover. Before Harry could say anything however Snape was speaking.

“Ely!” With a sharp pop the doe eyed house elf appeared and Harry was forced to look away from Snape to the elf who squeaked a little when Snape reached for her.

“Please show Mr Potter upstairs to my bedroom, also show him the bathroom.” Ely nodded sharply and moved around to capture Harry’s other hand, insistently tugging on the boy’s hand pulling him out of the room. Harry went obediently his confused gaze focused on Snape who now reclined thoughtfully in his chair. Harry had reached the door to the dining room when Snape finally spoke, a small dirty looking smile twitching in the corner of his lips as he stared at Harry. “I have something to finish down here before retiring, make yourself comfortable and take a bath I can’t stand my lovers unwashed.” Harry’s mouth fell open in shock but he didn’t have time to say anything before Ely had pulled him from the room and was hurriedly pushing him up the grand staircase towards Severus’ bedroom.

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Harry sat quietly on the window seat, his back straight with nervousness and his fingers twisting fearfully in the belt of the black silk robe he wore. Outside the snow continued to filter down in perfect flakes forming drifts on the darkened garden below. It was warm in the room, heated by a fire and the warm earthy tones of the fittings. A large four-poster bed stood in the centre of the room its covers and pillows matching the coffee and cream décor of the room. The canopy of the bed was spectacular and Harry supposed he could spend all night staring at the intricate gold weave. Unlike what Harry had expected the room was small and certainly not the master bedroom, a few small pictures hung on the walls and one in particular that hung above the fire place was draped in a black velvet cloth, Harry didn’t dare peek beneath.

Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there but it felt like forever. His bath had been relatively uneventful with Ely persistently hanging about, to both scrub Harry’s back and then attempt to dry him with the fluffy cream coloured towels. The irritating house elf had finally left him alone when Harry had raised his voice. Now alone Harry had wrapped the silk robe about his naked body and was now waiting patiently for the arrival of his lover. Harry didn’t know what to think. He was constantly running over everything Draco had ever told him about sex, while at the same time trying to prepare himself for the event he’d been looking forward to for over a year.

Harry was so wrapped up in stressing that he hardly heard the door to the room open until a soft hand came to rest on his stiff shoulders. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around to look up at Snape who was standing comfortably behind him. Snape was looking out of the window at the snow and after a few moments he finally glanced down at Harry who swallowed around the sudden nervous lump in his throat.

“Harry. If you’re not ready for this you just have to say.” For the first time since Harry had known Severus, the man actually looked at him with something akin to understanding and compassion and Harry’s heart melted like butter as he laid his head down against the man’s hand on his shoulder, his eyes automatically closing at the warm familiar touch.

“No. I want this so much. I want you.” Harry trailed off into silence and heard as Severus sighed almost in relief above him. Glancing up Harry watched as Snape nodded in silence before turning and moving over to the bed. Harry watched as Snape slipped out of his customary black robes and began slowly removing his vest, and shirt. In silence the boy stared as bit-by-bit Snape’s creamy pale expanse of skin was exposed to him, the potion master’s delicate fingers working methodically. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off those meticulous fingers and shivered as he remembered how beautiful they felt on his skin. Finally Snape sat down on the edge of the bed and having pulled off his boots unzipped his trousers and slide them from his legs. Harry’s mouth hung open as he realised Snape was wearing nothing underneath the tailored black trousers. Had Harry known that in the morning he’d never have spent the entire day trying to think of things to do? Now gloriously naked Snape reclined easily back on his elbows and looked seriously across at his young lover who was still staring at him. Snape smiled mildly and reached down to adjust himself, his cock delighting in the way Harry’s timid gaze made him shiver all over.

“Are you coming over or are you just going to sit there?” Snape rose a calm eyebrow in Harry’s direction, the boy instantly snapping to his feet. Within seconds Harry had shucked his silk robe and was sitting beside Snape on the bed, his eyes wide with excitement and wonder. Snape smiled at the innocents of the boy and leaned across to press a soft, languidly slow kiss on Harry’s lips, allowing the boy’s tongue to dance seductively with his own. When Snape finally pulled away Harry was breathing deeply, his eyes closed as he licked his lips of Snape’s flavour.

“You had a drink?” Harry tasted both himself and Snape on his tongue and for a moment wondered what the unusual flavour was before realising the smooth taste as alcohol.

“Yes, one.” Snape mused as Harry pouted as if he’d missed out on something special. Snape kissed away the pout this time forcing Harry down onto the mattress as he leaned down over him. Harry obediently followed Snape’s urging happily getting lost in the sensuous kisses of his lover. If there was one thing Snape knew how to do, it was kiss and Harry was glad he was lying down as Snape’s tongue wove it’s way intricately around his mouth.

Before Harry knew what was happening he was flat on his back on the bed, his eyes closed and his hands grasping uselessly at the bed covers as Snape’s talented lips licked, nipped and sucked their way down Harry’s exposed chest. Unlike Harry’s body, Snape’s was full and muscular in manhood, where plump untrained mussels flexed sporadically on Harry’s arm, Snape’s fully defined strong upper arms flexed continually as he worshipped Harry’s body with his hands and mouth. Harry was down to the unintelligible mumbling as Snape’s wicked tongue flicked out into his bellybutton. At that moment Harry’s bellybutton was a direct line to his cock and with each pushing flick of Snape’s tongue into the cavity made Harry’s now rock solid cock pulse painfully in want. Harry screwed his toes up in the sheets as he reached down and twisted his fingers into Snape’s shoulder length hair, desperately trying to convey to the man what he wanted. Snape seemed pleased with his attentions.

For every inch that Harry was unexperienced the boy made up for it with enthusiasm. Snape took delight in the strangled moan that Harry let out as Snape blew out softly onto the weeping head of the boys cock. Harry arched up from the bed his hands tugging on Snape’s hair painfully. Snape growled and pushed the boys hips back to the bed firmly before nipping in a show of control on the side of the boy’s hard prick. Harry seemed to get the message and tried to relax his eyes screwed shut as he centred his entire attention on the feel of his cock sliding slowly into the warm wet cavity of Snape’s mouth. No sooner had Snape taken Harry’s entire cock into his mouth so that it hit the back of his throat than Harry’s eyes shot open and he gasped uselessly. Snape knew what was coming and with a shudder and a breathless pant Harry came in short, warm bursts into Snape’s mouth. Snape swallowed automatically Harry’s tang mixing with the smooth flavour of the brandy Snape had drunk before coming upstairs. Still strung tight but far more relaxed Harry collapsed back on the bed panting Severus’ name like it was a mantra. Snape smiled and sat up from between the boys legs politely wiping the corner of his mouth with his finger tip before reaching down to smear the tiny pearl of come onto Harry’s already kiss swollen lips. Harry’s eyes opened at the gesture and automatically sucked Severus’ finger into his own mouth when the man pushed. Harry wasn’t sure whether he liked the taste of himself but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant just different. Liking the way Severus’ face twisted in delight at the action, Harry took his time slowly swirling Severus’ fingertip around in his mouth, laving it with his tongue just like Severus had done to his cock.

Feeling his chest tighten with lack of breath Severus pulled his finger from Harry’s mouth and took a deep calming breath. Harry’s cock was already filling again with unsated need but unlike his young lover there would be little chance Severus would harden so quickly if he lost control.

“I want you to show me something.” Harry sat up a little as Snape reached across to the bedside table drawing to him the glass vial that sat beneath the candleholder. Harry obediently held out his hand as Snape indicated accepting the small drops of cool liquid the man place onto his outstretched palm. “Show me how well you prepared yourself for me. Show me that you learnt your lessons.” Harry smiled as Severus moved back to rest against the corner upright of the four-poster bed his beautiful hands stretched out easily on his naked thighs as he waited patiently for Harry to do as he was told. Feeling a little nervous but knowing that Snape would never do anything to humiliate him Harry rose to his knees and reached his now lubricated fingers backwards towards his crack. Harry had done these countless times in his room at night, panting Severus name as he thrust his fingers up his arse but it was a little different with an audience.

Swallowing down his nervousness Harry pushed a single digit into his arse having tentatively circled the pucker like he was used to. Harry sat straighter as he pushed his finger in and out his gaze trained cautiously on Snape who was staring at him, his eyes lidded in lust. Biting his lip Harry added a second finger his gaze moving down from Snape’s face to the man’s sizable erection that curved rigid against the man’s lower stomach. Focusing on Snape’s member Harry let his eyes fall closed as he imagined the thick cock replacing the fingers he now thrust rhythmically into his relaxing hole. Unable to stop himself Harry groaned as he allowed his own fingertips to brush the sweet bud of pleasure inside himself. Almost immediately Harry’s eyes shot open as Snape mirrored his groan. Harry’s eyes were drawn instantly from Snape’s pleasure clouded eyes to where the man had wrapped his fist around his own cock and was pumping it in time with Harry’s fingers trusting into his own arse. Harry had never seen Snape look so completely free of the menacing ‘potions master’ glare he favoured. His facial features almost melted into his pleasure as he watched through hooded eyes Harry’s self-inflicted pleasure. Harry sped up at the sight, pushing three fingers hard up into his arse desperately seeking something more.

“Harry. Harry.” Snape’s voice penetrated Harry’s passion scrambled fog in his mind and Harry opened his eyes as he reluctantly pulled his fingers free of his now loosened pucker. Panting and flushed with arousal Harry watched as Snape crooked his finger indicating for Harry to come to him. On hands and knees with his cock bobbing painfully erect between his legs Harry crawled over to Snape who reached for him and pulled the boy up to sit in his lap. Grabbing a few pillows from their scatter over the bed, Snape propped himself comfortably against the end of the bed and gently helped Harry rise on his knees above his lap. Harry was shaking and although Severus was sure most of it was due to Harry’s arousal some at least was nerves. Placing his hands on Harry’s hips supportively Snape leaned up and pressed a deep loving kiss to Harry’s lips, which trembled a little at the prospect of what they were about to do.

“Lower yourself onto me slowly, I’ll guide you.” Harry nodded and following Snape’s lead reached for Snape’s turgid cock, grasping it in one hand as he slowly sat down towards it. Harry gasped audibly at the first press of Snape’s bulbous head at his entrance and winced painfully as Snape drew him down onto it, pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of muscles. It stung and Harry bit his lip determined not to cry as Snape continued to lower him down onto the thick intrusion that stretched his hole impossibly wide. Harry’s closed his eyes as he finally settled on Snape’s lap, his body filled with the enormous warmth of the man before him. Finally buried in Harry Snape moved his hands from Harry’s waist to the boys back, gently soothing the tension he found there in a hope of easing the pain. Harry was impossibly tight and it took Snape every will power not to come just with the heat. Snape tried to regulate his breathing as he relaxed back against the pillows his hands still placing soothing circles on his young lovers back. It took a while before eventually Snape felt Harry relax the pain obviously waning. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and Severus smiled and leaned up to press a deliciously soft kiss to the boy’s mouth. Harry’s erection had somewhat died during penetration but with the kiss Snape was pleased to see it flushing again with renewed arousal.

“You’re so tight Harry, you did so well taking all of me.” Snape’s velvet voice washed over Harry like a tidal wave and Harry experimentally moved forward pushing himself up and down onto Snape’s length. Snape hissed in pleasure and Harry was surprised to feel the burn of pain replaced by a tingle of pleasure at the friction.

“I want to... I mean can I?” Harry didn’t really know what he was asking for but he was sure this just wasn’t it, he needed something more. Snape smiled and nodded his hands coming back to rest on Harry’s hips to help the boy as he raised up and then trust back down on Snape’s cock. At the first press Harry grasped in surprise and pleasure and Snape groaned and tightened his hold on Harry’s hips. By the end of the night Snape was sure there would be bruised finger marks on Harry’s hips but there was little he could do now to stop himself. Harry caught on quick and after a few experimental thrusts Harry set a driving pace, lifting himself up and then driving himself back down on Snape’s flesh.

What ever the reason Snape seemed to be holding back merely guiding Harry as the boy found his rhythm. Harry made a beautiful sight, his head thrown back, his hair stuck to perspiration on his forehead and his lips open and panting in silent exclamation of his pleasure. Snape was doing a damn fine job of restraining himself until Harry became frustrated with the lack of friction and brought his hands up to Snape’s hair dragging the man to his lips in a rough and powerful kiss. Snape wasn’t sure where Harry’s bravery had come from but it was the moment Snape had been waiting for. If he and Harry were to ever get alone, Harry had to learn to be dominating and Snape was willing to wait for it.

As if on cue Snape thrust up as Harry thrust downwards pushing his cock impossibly further into the boys arse and brushing that spot deep inside him that sent his body flaring in a rush of fire. Harry screamed in delight and Snape could hardly believe his luck at having found someone so vocal as Harry was turning out to be in the bedroom. Groaning in delight Snape met Harry thrust for thrust, the boy’s impossibly hard cock slapping between them wetly. Harry’s fingers twisted painfully in Snape’s hair and the other man growled possessively as he crushed his mouth to Harry’s in a desperate and demanding kiss. Harry seemed to get the message and dragging Snape’s head back and leaned down to bite hard at Snape’s neck. At teeth sinking into his skin Snape yelled Harry’s name loudly as he reached orgasm. Harry let go the instant he felt Snape’s cock pulsing warm fluid into him in thick powerful tendrils. The feeling was overwhelming and Harry fell backwards in utter bliss as the warmth of Snape’s release flooded his body like a drug. Snape couldn’t catch Harry quick enough before the boy had fallen off his spent cock and backwards onto the bed. Harry arched his back uselessly at the sudden pain such a rapid dismount had caused but nothing could stop his orgasm as he reached down and pumped his cock free of his pleasure.

Harry wasn’t sure if he screamed Snape’s name or not but the silence that followed in the wake of his orgasm was the most wonderful silence in the world. With his legs spread and tucked messily around Snape’s Harry closed his eyes and threw his arms wide on the bed as he let the last of the unbelievable orgasm wash through his body.

Snape was in little better a position so utterly surprised at how excellent sex with Harry had been. Never had Snape had such a lover so responsive, so supple as Harry had been and he collapsed easily against the end of the bed his body limp and completely shattered.

After a long moment Snape finally calmed his breathing and in the silence reached up to his neck as he felt a cooling trickle on his skin. Unexpectedly it was blood and Snape winced a little as he traced the outline of Harry’s bite mark on his neck. The boy had literally pierced his skin not that that was a bad thing, cause the orgasm it had triggered had definitely gone beyond anything Snape had experienced before. Stretching his legs out Snape sat slowly up grimacing at the cooling cum now splattered on his stomach from Harry’s cock. Snape looked down at his lover spread eagle on the bed the boy’s eyes closed and the most content expression on his face Snape had ever seen. Expectedly there was dark bruising finger marks on Harry’s hips and Snape leaned down to press an apologetic kiss to either side of the boy’s waist. Harry stirred at the touch and opened his eyes to smile mindlessly up at the man above him. At the sight of blood on Snape’s neck however Harry sat up abruptly instantly regretting it as a sharp pain shot through his backside and made him curl up on his side. Snape cursed himself as he watched the sticky crimson tinged fluid dribbled out of Harry’s backside and onto the sheets. It had been rough, somewhat rougher than it probably should have been considering it was Harry’s first time.

“Shhh, my love. I know it hurts I’m going to get a cloth and some potion, just relax.” Harry nodded trying to hold back the tears that tingled in the corner of his eyes. The bed shifted as Snape pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips before he got up from the bed and disappeared into through a panelled door Harry hadn’t noticed before by the side of the dresser. Harry listened to the rattling of bottles and the spray of water before Snape returned a bowl of steaming water in one hand and two globe like bottles of potion in his other.

It was painful to have Snape washing him but Harry allowed the gentle touch, which Snape punctuated with soft kisses to his shoulder and neck. Clean and thoroughly inspected for serious damage Harry was gently eased up under the spelled clean sheets and blankets. Snape handed Harry both potions bottles, which the boy obediently drank. Their effects were immediate and Harry relaxed further if it was even possible as the ache in his backside slowly receded, leaving him with just the pleasant memory of how full and complete he’d felt with Snape buried inside him.

“I’ll give you some more tomorrow morning to stop the swelling.” Snape blew out what remained of the candles in the room and crawled in beside Harry in bed. Harry immediately curled up around Snape’s body his arms wrapping protectively about his lovers frame. Snape smiled in genuine content and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of Harry’s head.

“I’m sorry I bit you.” Harry whispered as he nuzzled up under Snape’s chin. Snape chuckled and brushed his hand soothingly down Harry’s back.

“It’s okay it didn’t hurt.” Harry mumbled in what Snape assumed was a disbelieving huff but remained snuggled into Snape’s side.

“I love you.” Harry whispered already on the verge of sleep as he settled in the circle of Snape’s arms. Snape smiled and sighed wistfully as he listened to Harry’s breathing even out into the tell tale signs of sleep.

“I love you to Harry Potter.” With a final kiss to Harry’s unresponsive lips Snape closed his eyes and fell quietly into the blessed sleep of a man completely satisfied with his life as it stood in the moment.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) Sorry guys about not updating so quickly. As I said before trip to England to plan and stuff to do. Anyway\'s hope it was worth the wait and I promise sex in all five of these final chapters, now I\'ve finally got them there..... Once again Review if you wish, It\'s muchly appreciated as always. THanks to everyone taking the time to read this story, it\'s great to know you\'re enjoying it so much.