How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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“Answer me Harry.” Severus demanded as he hauled the younger man up into a sitting position. Harry looked shamefacedly at his knees and nodded. Severus growled and pushed himself away from his husband.

“You broke our contract Harry. Our CONTRACT.” The man hissed as he jumped off the bed and stood staring down at him. Max just looked at the both of them, putting his things away, he’d only step in if things started getting out of hand. “How could you, Harry? How could you do that to me?”

Harry twisted his hands nervously, he wasn’t sure of how he should answer his husband. The contract was a new concept for him, no one before Severus had ever cared about his well being, only about what he could do for them. Why would Severus would care? He didn’t deserve that from people, he’d never had it before.

“You were feeling good…”Harry whispered as he tried to drop to his knees in front of his Master, “I didn’t want to stop that for you, it was getting better.”

“Don’t you dare.” Severus growled as he grabbed Harry by his upper arms and practically threw him back on the bed. “Don’t you dare go on your knees to me after you’ve done this. I trusted you Harry, I trusted you.”

Harry looked at Severus with fear in his eyes as he reached out and tried to catch the older man’s hand, his leg, any part of his body, he needed the contact. He needed to make it better; he needed to fix what he messed up.

“You made me your rapist, you selfish little prick.” Severus growled as he whirled around and got right down in Harry’s face.

“No nononononononono…”Harry moaned as he began to rock back and forth, his Master hated him. How had he messed up so badly? He closed his eyes as the tears started to fall.

“Oh yes Harry, you led me to believe you were in the throws of passion, you lied to me.” Severus ground out as he wrapped his hands around Harry’s shoulders and dug his fingers in. He was so furious with the younger man, he was doubting he was going to be able to stay in control much longer. He couldn’t believe that in all the years he’d served under Dumbledore and Voldemort, he’d never raped anyone, but now, now not twenty four hours after he was married, his selfish little git of a husband had made him a rapist. He gave Harry a good shake as he held him by his shoulders. He loved him so damn much it hurt, but breaking their contract was serious, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to trust anything from Harry again.

“It was my fault Sev, my fault,” Harry sobbed as Severus shook him, the younger man trying to get his fingers on the other man’s arms so he could hold on to him. “I’m sorry Severus; I thought it would be okay since you were feeling good.” The young wizard whimpered like a cornered animal under his gaze, he just wanted to make it all better for his Master.

“How could it be okay Harry? Explain that to me.” Severus said, the exasperation and hurt was showing in his voice as he slowly sat down on the foot of the bed, staying out of arms reach of Harry. He wasn’t ready to be touched by the other man yet. Max had pulled up a chair from the table in the corner and was watching the two, silently praying to any deity that might listen, to please help his friends as they dealt with past demons.

“No one ever cared if it hurt me before you, Sev’rus, not Morgan, not Uncle Vernon, not anyone, all that mattered was if I could do my best to bring them pleasure.” Harry tried to explain, unfortunately, it wasn’t working too well, his husband’s face just got more flushed in anger the more he listened. “Please let me fix it Sir, please…”

“Harry do you know why I am so angry?” Severus ground out through clenched teeth; his grip on his temper was fading quickly.

“Because I was bad…” Harry began as he started to rock again. Severus pushed away in frustration. He couldn’t do this right now, not and be safe to be around Harry. As Harry sat rocking on the bed, mumbling about making too much noise and not being good enough to have let his Master finish using him, Severus quickly grabbed his overnight bag and slipped his shoes on. Max looked at him with one eyebrow raised as if to ask what am I going to do with him.

“I can’t be here right now Max. Please take him.” Severus muttered as he tossed the truck keys to his friend and turned once more to his husband. He watched in horror as Harry’s hand went between his legs and began to work his flesh roughly, tears pooling in the unseeing green eyes. Harry was lost in his memories again. He reached out and gently pulled his love’s bloody fingers away.

“No Harry, stop, you don’t need to do that.” Severus said gently and stroked the younger man’s cheek. “Harry come back to me.” He whispered as he kissed the long dark hair and then turned away.

“I’ll keep him safe Sev.” Max said as his friend nodded to him and then aparated with a crack. Harry let loose a wail that made the small hairs on the back of Max’s neck stand up. He turned to find the younger man staring at the spot where Severus had disappeared; both fists were pulling at his hair as he rocked back and forth like a wild creature.

“Please don’t throw me away………I’ll be good…..I promise….please…” Harry sobbed as he stared at the spot, his green eyes wide open and unblinking.

Max immediately went to him and pulled him into his arms, holding him close, trying to calm him down. Harry took one of his hands from his hair and thrust two fingers into his mouth and began to chew on them. He wanted to punish himself for what he’d done, Severus was too kind and he would never punish him. Harry knew that things like him needed a strong hand; he would do it for his Master so there would never be a problem again. The pain would remind him to be good.

“Hush Harry, Sev just needed some time to think, we are going to go meet him. I want you to go get cleaned up now.” Max said as he felt Harry go still in his arms. He turned him loose and helped him up to his feet, then recoiled in shock when he saw the state of Harry’s fingers. “Shit Harry, what did you do?”

Harry just looked at Max with a curiously peaceful expression on his face and then answered, “Helping me remember to be good Sir, that’s all.”