The Domino Effect

Title: The Domino Effect
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy (secondary pairing)
Warnings: Non-consensual sex, Violence, Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Graphic Sexual Content, Rimming, MPreg
Summary: HP/SS – Slash – Chapter 5 of ?. Harry discovers that when he kills Voldemort, all of the Death Eaters will die as well because of the bond that they share with the Dark Lord through their Marks. Harry vows to do anything it takes to allow Severus Snape to escape that fate.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.
Authors\' Note: Thanks to the incredibly wonderful beta job that Sev1970 did for this story.

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Chapter Five – Moving Forward

Severus squinted into the steaming cauldron before him, checking color, consistency, and scent. He held his wand in one hand and a cup of dried herbs in the other, and as the first bubble broke the creamy orange surface, he dusted the herbs over the top and backed up a step. As expected, a puff of gray smoke mushroomed over the large cauldron. When it eventually dissipated, he peered in to see the results, and scowled. What should have been an orange glow was no more than a muddy brownish mess. Growling loudly, he waved his wand and cast the cauldron angrily into a corner where it crashed into several other discarded pots.

Through the clang, Severus failed to hear the knock on his door. When the noise from the cauldron and its contents hitting the wall had died down, and he turned back to set down another cauldron, a heavy pounding landed on the door, shaking its hinges.

\"Go away!\" he shouted. He filled the cauldron with water and started the fire under it, adjusting it to a suitable flame. \"Bugger off!\" he yelled louder as the pounding continued.

Severus then growled again as the knocking resounded even more loudly. Slamming his stirring rod on the table, he stormed to the rattling door, his wand raised menacingly.

\"I said, bugger off!\" he snarled as he pulled it open.

“I don’t think so,” came the reply of Severus’ visitor, who of course, HAD to be none other than Harry-BLOODY-Potter. “Temper, temper! We are in a foul mood today, aren’t we?” Harry asked.

Harry couldn’t help but smirk at the apoplectic look on Severus’ face. Completely unaffected by the man’s anger, Harry merely pushed past Severus and haughtily sauntered into the room, perching on the edge of Severus’ workstation.

“You weren’t at breakfast today. I trust you did what I requested and ordered food in?”

Severus merely glared at Harry for a moment. \"Of course,\" he replied snidely and turned back to his steamy cauldron.

Harry’s voice held a note of steel when he responded, emerald green eyes flashing in anger. “You WILL do as I say, Severus; not in just our sexual activities, but in all respects.”

Glaring in the Potions Master’s direction, Harry hopped down from the table and strode imperiously over to the fireplace, grasping a handful of floo powder from the mantel. He threw the glittery powder into the flames, and leaned forward.

Severus couldn’t hear what Harry was saying, but before Harry had even stood from the fireplace, a house elf popped into the room with a tray laden with sandwiches and tea, quickly set down the tray, and popped out of sight.

Harry motioned towards the tray, and gave Severus a withering glare. “You WILL sit and eat right now. It’s quite obvious from the amount of potions you’ve apparently ruined this morning,” Harry noted as he glanced significantly at the pile of cauldrons near his feet, “that you are not at your best. EAT, and I’ll take care of these.”

Without another word, Harry walked to retrieve the cleaning supplies.

Severus threw himself angrily into a chair in front of the food and glared at it, as though it was the cause of all his problems.

\"What the bloody hell does it matter if I eat or not?\" he grumbled, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

Harry looked up from where he had begun scrubbing one of the cauldrons clean, allowing the arrogant mask he had been wearing to slip, his face betraying his true concern for the Potions Master. “You still have an important role to play. I won\'t just let you wither away. Just because your spying isn\'t working out anymore, doesn\'t mean I don\'t still need you!”

\"Need me for what?\" Severus asked with annoyance and curiosity, turning to look at Harry.

“Do you honestly not know?” Harry asked incredulously. “You are the only person who never expected ‘great’ things from me. You’ve kept me grounded in so many ways, and yes, I’m not going to lie; initially I hated you for it. You were always so horrible and cutting, but after what happened between us during my fifth year, I was forced to realize that you’re so much more than the veneer you portray. After recognizing that, it was much easier to comprehend that though your methods left quite a bit to be desired, you always had my best interests at heart.”

Harry sighed softly and offered Severus a tight-lipped smile, wanting to reassure the man but without betraying how much of a toll this whole act of blackmail and domination was taking on his psyche.

“And that doesn’t even begin to cover how much I admire what you’ve sacrificed for the Order.”

Severus just scowled and turned back to the tray of food in front of him, trying to cover the light blush that tinted his cheeks pink. He appreciated Harry\'s honesty and his words. He felt valued for the first time in his life. No one else, not even Albus, had ever shown him such respect.

He almost felt affection for the young wizard, until he looked back at the tray sitting in front of him. He remembered why the teen was in his lab in the first place and sighed. He didn\'t like to be pushed around and certainly didn\'t like being blackmailed by one of his own students. Severus shook his head and picked up half a sandwich. He took a small bite and chewed slowly.

Harry cheered inwardly as he saw Severus following his earlier directive and at least attempting to eat. He continued cleaning the cauldrons methodically as he tried to quell his anxiety. It had been almost disturbingly easy to agree with the plan to force the new bond between him and his Potions Master, his desire to save Severus’ life far outweighing the impressive mountain of negatives associated with the idea. However, putting the plan in action had far different consequences.

Harry couldn’t even begin to describe how wonderful it had felt to feel Severus’ lips wrap around his cock last night; and a part of him hated himself for it. After crawling back into his bed in Gryffindor Tower, Harry had cried himself to sleep with the realization that he was desperately attracted to Severus Snape, the one man who would likely, after the bond had been completed, hate him much more than he had ever hated Harry’s father.

After Harry finished his work and stowed away the cleaning supplies, he looked up to see Severus staring resignedly at his plate. Harry could see that the man had made a genuine effort to eat, and so the reluctant Gryffindor forced the mask of arrogance and control into place and moved to Severus’ side.

He brushed his fingertips along Severus’ cheek. “All finished, Severus? Are you ready to fulfill my next requirement?”

Severus shivered lightly at Harry\'s touch but didn\'t shy away. \"And what would this \'requirement\' entail?\"

Severus felt happy and comfortable for the first time in a long time. It had been too long since he had forced himself to sit and eat a real meal, small and simple as this one had been. He wanted to thank Harry for his kindness, but was still suspicious and angry over the blackmail, and so remained silent.

Harry was determined to make sure that Severus received at least some pleasure out of their twisted little relationship, and had spent the better part of the morning knowing exactly what he wanted from Severus this time.

“I want you to get up and strip off your robes for me, Severus. Then I want you on the desk, on your hands and knees.”

Harry could feel the anxiety rolling off Severus in waves, and he chuckled darkly in reassurance. “No, I’m not planning to fuck you this time, Severus. That will come later tonight, in your chambers, where I can be inside you for as long as I like without the chance of interruption.”

Severus stood shakily, fighting to calm his racing heart and laboring lungs. He turned away from Harry, the same as he had the night before, and stripped off his lab robe, then started to unbutton his pale blue shirt.

\"You\'re going to pay for this, Potter,\" Severus growled under his breath, too low for Harry to hear.

Harry watched Severus methodically strip himself, and a bitter wave of sadness washed over him as he reminded himself that Severus would never willingly choose to be with him in this way. Harry blinked back angry tears as he watched Severus quietly arrange himself as he had been instructed. Harry could literally see the tension in the man’s muscles; the barely repressed fury that Severus was forcing himself to quell for fear of Harry’s promised vengeance with the blackmail materials.

Slowly, the young wizard moved until he stood between Severus’ spread legs, his hands gently reaching up to stroke the Potions Master’s back. Whatever Severus had been expecting, it obviously hadn’t been Harry’s soothing touches along his scarred back. The older wizard arched his back and let out a soft moan as Harry continued his gentle touches up and down the creamy white.

Harry continued lowering his hands until tenderly, almost reverently, he spread apart Severus’ cheeks. He then leaned forward, his tongue tracing a path upward from Severus’ sac, along his perineum, finally reaching its goal. Harry’s tongue then circled Severus’ anus, moaning at the feel of the muscle twitching under his ministrations. Ever so carefully, Harry thrust his tongue inside, smiling in delight as he felt Severus buck instinctively back towards him.

Severus gasped at the first touch of Harry\'s tongue against his arse and tried desperately not to react to it. He clenched his jaw but couldn\'t stop from pushing back against that sweet wetness. No one had ever done that to him before. He had done it to others and had witnessed their pleasure, but never had he imagined it would feel this good.

Panting hard enough to make himself dizzy, Severus leaned his head down on the desk, groaning loudly. His mind closed out everything except the erotic waves of pleasure Harry kept sending through his body and soul. He would deal with guilt and confusion later.

As he felt Severus acquiesce to him, Harry relaxed considerably. One hand moved to rest against Severus’ hips, and he continued to thrust his tongue inside Severus’ channel. He teased at the opening, loosening it with his caresses, and lathing the area with his tongue until it was liberally coated with saliva. Meanwhile the other hand slid into his pocket, removing and then quietly opening a jar of lubricant he had stowed in his pocket earlier.

When Harry was satisfied that Severus was sufficiently relaxed, he carefully inserted a slickened finger into the tight hole. Thigh muscles tensed beneath Harry’s fingertips, and Harry hastened to reassure the Potions Master.

“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m damned well going to make sure you get some pleasure out of this,” Harry soothed, verbalizing his earlier thought as he placed a soft kiss against Severus’ tailbone.

Severus didn’t respond, but Harry could feel the man forcing himself to relax, still obviously expecting Harry to cause him pain. A part of Harry knew that the rough treatment would eventually come, that there would be a time when he would have to force unwanted attentions on the scarred and broken man that had been entrusted to his care, but he could give Severus this. And after it was all over, Harry could only hope that Severus’ memories of the gentleness would overwhelm his knowledge of the deception and pain he had endured.

Harry gently thrust his finger inside Severus, feeling the muscle give slowly. He continued to kiss and lick tenderly along Severus’ back as he nudged a second finger inside the older wizard. The second finger easily slid alongside the other, and Harry curved them, searching for that nub of tissue that would…

“Severus, are you in there?” came a voice from the hallway, accompanied by a polite knock at the laboratory door.

Harry’s head snapped up, realizing belatedly that neither he nor Severus had locked or warded the door.

~TBC~

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