Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

//blah, blah, blah// - denotes thoughts

// ‘blah blah’ // someone else’s thoughts in a certain character’s mind. (Hopefully it’ll make sense later)

Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else…

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Totem


Chapter 5

The thick shaft filling Harry fueled his unbridled desire. He locked his legs around Snape’s waist and increased the undulations of his hips. He leaned back from the pulsating body that reached up into him, his hands held fast to the arms holding him. Snape was inside his body and inside his mind leading him closer to sweet oblivion. Harry moaned as the beauty of Snap’s raspy, needful breathing fell on his ears. His haunting seductive thoughts echoed through Harry’s mind. He wanted to go faster, harder, but the voice, the still voice implored him to go slowly, to make it last, to lean back a little farther…Harry dropped his head back and arched his chest forward finding that wondrous place of intense delight. “Severus…please, I want to come,” Harry begged.

// ‘I can’t get enough of you.’ // came Snape’s reply.

Snape couldn’t stop himself from pushing Harry a little longer. He was just so incredible. Snape ventured a hand along the taunt swelling chest. He touched each rippling muscle, lightly teased Harry’s sensitive nipples, played his hand across the fine body until he had felt Harry all the way up to the craning neck and at last fondled the delicate exposed throat. He was sitting with his legs crossed under Harry with the man riding him, the bed sheets wound around them for support nearly tying them together. Harry looked like a dream on top of him. Snape couldn’t remember the last time he had a lover like this, someone who set him on fire and make him weep with joy. Surely he had been in love before, hadn’t he?

// ‘Why? Why is this so good?’ // Harry was beginning to recognize which thoughts were really his and which were Snape’s. “I don’t know, oh, I don’t know,” Harry’s lust laden voice hissed. He pushed his body to the limit. “Fuck me, Severus, god please fuck me…”

Snape gave in. He took Harry’s hand and placed it on the boy’s own throbbing cock. He clamped both hands onto Harry’s hips and began to drive sharply up into him. He watched greedily as Harry touched himself, jerking his hand with rough, hard stokes. He strove to meet the rhythm of that hand hoping they would come together; to feel the bliss of each other at the same time.

// ‘Talk to me Harry, tell me how it feels.’ // “Ah ah oh it’s coming, Severus… holy shit! You’re so deep… so hard…ahhh I love it, oh, I ahhh…”

Snape’s climax was approaching. His muscles were aching with the strain of reaching for the pinnacle. Harry was tightening, too, releasing sharp whimpering moans.

// ‘Oh yes, come for me Harry. Oh, my beautiful love, come for me now.’ // With this, Snape sent Harry surging over the edge.

Both men let out a cry as they released.

Harry grabbed for Snape to kiss him, spilling them over on the bed. He whispered words of love over and over between their kisses. He felt incredible.

Snape returned the words and the kisses eagerly as the tendrils of satision ion fond their way to every part of him. They were a mass of cloth and limbs wound about each other.

The night passed with moments of kissing and touching interspersed with sleep. The day began as if they had lived together a lifetime; showers, clothing, and breakfast.

Harry found living more and more comfortable as he followed Snape’s lead. Was it only their third morning together? He was already discovering little things he had never known about his old potions master, things only a lover would know. Snape, for all his meticulousness, had a mental block when it came to recapping the toothpaste. The man’s ‘greasy ‘ hair was actually soft, silky and so very pleasant to run one’s finger’s through. Snape liked jam but not jelly, he read the paper after breakfast not during, and Snape hummed. He hummed while reading, he hummed in the bathroom, he hummed sitting on the couch. This man who was supposed to be severe and cold, turned out to be tender and warm.

Snape was learning things, too, like the fact that Harry loved to be touched. The Dursley’s had not been kind to him even as a small child. They had denied him any kind of affection, especially physical. The slightest most mindless brush against Harry’s body made the man smile. Harry also liked being naked. Snape began to believe that if he could get away with it Harry would never wear clothing. Not that Snape minded.

It was after breakfast and Snape was reading the Daily Prophet as Harry sorted through Snape’s books for something to read himself.

Snape sat down his paper. “Do you think we should work on our new ‘skills’?”

“Huh?” said Harry as he had just found a very interesting group of books on sexuality. //Wow, look at all these. No wonder the man is great in bed.//

“Didn’t you say the spell tailors itself to the needs of the participants? Wait, what are you looking at?”

“I don’t know but, this book… should defiantly go in the night stand.” Harry slipped the book back into place. “So you wanna play hide and seek?”

“What?” Snape gave Harry a grave look of disgust.

“To test the limits of our connection or what ever. We’ll both move about the castle and try to guess where the other is. It’ll be fun!”

Snape gave Harry an old impatient sigh. He was actually pleased to see Harry act a bit more like he remembered him, impulsive and mischievous. Snape set down his paper and walked to the door. “onyourmarkgetsetgo!” he spilled as he flung himself through.

“Cheater!” yelled Harry as he vaulted out the door after him.

“We’re supposed to go different places Potter, perhaps you shouldn’t follow me,” cried Snape as he bolted up the stairs from the dungeons.

Harry fled to the left. It felt good to run through the castle like a boy again. He chose his room and waited to hear from Snape. He already knew where Severus was. His mind kept a keen track of him. He knew the fastest way, the safest way, the number of steps he would have to take and the time he would need to get to him. Harry heard Snape’s call.

// ‘Ok, where am I?’ //

“You’re on the Quidich field at the Slytherin house box.” Harry said out loud.

// ‘and you look to be in Minerva’s class room’ //

“Yep.”

They went back and forth like this for a few hours. There seamed to be no problem with distance or substances that caused barriers. They tried water, stone, wood. Harry took off for the forbidden forest at one point and still noprobproblem. Snape was able to select which thoughts got to Harry. They agreed they had played with their new toys long enough and set to meet in the great hall.

“You know I probably look pretty damn stupid walking around carrying on a conversation like this?”

// ‘Your problem’ //

“Oh ya, what if I choose to keep my mouth shut?”

// ‘Then you will find my first year potions lessons reciting in you head.’ //

“Oh no a fate worse than death!” Harry laughed as he turned the corner and met the man face to face.

The smile on Harry’s face and the twinkle in his eyes caught Snape off guard. Harry swept up the stunned man and kissed him.

A small cough was heard behind them. “There’s a closet just on the other wall that the children find useful for snogging. You might consider that an option for discretion’s sake, Professor Snape.”

“Headmaster when did you get back?” croaked Harry. At least it was only Dumbledore.

“Most recently. I have been searching the castle for the two of you. Would you accompany me to my office? I have some information I would like to share.”

Harry felt utterly awful for getting caught. Snape looked positively white. //Severus was right I am reckless.// He shot an apologetic look to Snape. The man’s face was stern and looking straight ahead. Harry made a heavy sigh before he heard Snape’s thoughts. // ‘We can’t afford to be seen like that. Not for a while.’ // Harry nodded silently, berating himself for his carelessness.

Snape felt mortified. It wasn’t because it was an intimate moment. But rather that it was dangerous for them to be seen like that. //So I have even more things to hide now. //

“Lemon drop?” The elder wizard tossed a candy into his mouth as he offered some to Snape and Harry, who both declined. He sat behind his large desk smiling at the two men in front of him.

“Bill Weasley stopped in at the ministry of magic before I left. Seams he found some interesting information on a certain spell you and Ron stumbled upon in Egypt, Harry.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t like the insinuating look on the headmaster’s face.

“It’s a totem spell. This particular one was used to bind guiding spirits to the Ancient Pharaohs so they would not loose their way in life or death. Totems are often animal spirits that guide people throughout their lives. They offer wisdom and spiritual insights. Totem spells are among the oldest spells in the wizarding world. They are actually considered to be ‘alive.’ Through the centuries they have been adapted into power sharing spells and courtship spells. No one has come across an original totem spell in quite some time.”

“Did he say anything else like what would happen if this particular spell bound two living people?” Harry asked.

“Interesting…no he didn’t.” Dumbledore waited for Harry or Snape to speak. When they didn’t he decided he would have to prod. “Is there something you would like to tell me, Harry? Severus?”

“It seams, Headmaster that a few nights ago ‘the spell’ decided to cast it’s self over Mr. Potter and myself.”

“Oh, I see. Well, how’s it going?”

Harry looked at Snape for a moment then stumbled through a response. “Uhn, fine … as far as we can tell. Professor Snape seams to have the ability to see and hear what I see and hear and he can send me his thoughts. I know exactly where he is at all times… other than that…” //We’ve been screwing each other’s brains out.// Harry felt uneasy like he’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

“Sounds useful. Well, let me know if you need any help. My door is always open.”

“Your door is protected with a secret password.”

Dumbledore smile at Snape. “Lemon drop?”

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Snape felt an odd sinking in his stomach. // Shit. Not, fucking, now! Unh… Son of a…// The calling was near crippling as he made his way into his quarters with Harry. He didn’t have much time and it wasn’t going to let up until he got to his appointed destination.

Harry mistook Snape’s sudden uneasiness. The walk back to the dungeon had been awkwardly silent. He began to wonder if he should be there. Perhaps he should go stay in the one of the dormitories. He didn’t want to be away form Snape but… “I’m sorry.”

Harry’s voice broke Snape out of his troubled thoughts. “What?”

“For doing that, out there. It was foolish and stupid. So what’s new, right?” Harry flashed a weak uncertain smile.

The foreboding feeling in Snape’s gut made him want to crawl into Harry’s arms. “No, it’s alright.” He mumbled moving toward the bedroom to gather his robes.

Harry followed him confused and seeking better reassurance. “Guess I should go stay in the dormitories. You know for ‘discretion’s sake’ ?” //Please don’t make me leave.// He watched as Snape was pulling out long black robes.

Snape looked back at Harry from across the bed. “No, you should stay here. I want you to stay here.”

Snape was acting strangely. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

He walked over to Harry and touched his face. “I have to go. He’s calling for us.”

~TBC~