Nights of Gethsemane

Harry gulped down his food, but when Snape wanted to put him through more fear training, he balked. That was not how he wanted to end the day, especially when he was planning to pay Tom a visit later that night.

"We can spend all morning on that tomorrow. Why don't I try to steal your wand again?"

"I intended to train you in that manner tomorrow." For a moment, Snape just stood there, looking at Harry. Then he said, "Within the next six days, you will face him. It is best that we keep your body in top shape. Take a shower and I'll massage you."

Harry had the feeling that the massage wouldn't be limited to the parts injured by training. "Right," he said, perking up both mentally and physically.

After a long, languid shower in Snape's bathroom, Harry stepped out to find Snape reading in a chair beside the bed. Red sheets from Harry's smaller bed were spread across Snape's larger one. Why did Snape act so weird about having him on his bed?

Rubbing a towel through his hair, Harry asked, "Can't stand the smell of a Potter in your bed?"

Snape glanced up from his book. "I'll not have it stained with massage oils."

"Haven't you heard of cleaning spells?" Dropping the towel on the floor, Harry strode over to the bed.

"Must you always toss your clothing and towels on the floor?" Snape lifted his wand and Harry glanced over to see the towel hurtling towards his wardrobe which opened to receive it.

Harry climbed onto the bed. "You never told me your laundry bin was in the wardrobe."

"It's polite to ask," scolded Snape. "Really Potter, I shouldn't have to lecture you on basic social interactions."

That was rich. Snape complaining that Harry didn't have proper social skills. Lying on his stomach, Harry pulled a soft pillow towards him. Resting his head and shoulders upon it, he asked, "Must you make everything into an argument?"

Snape's eyes narrowed and he closed his book, tossing it to the table beside the bed. "Placing all the blame on me? You felt the necessity to complain about a very simple request." Snape climbed on the bed and repositioned Harry's limbs, placing his legs close together and his arms parallel to his torso.

"I wasn't complaining. I was explaining." Not wanting to argue any longer, Harry changed the subject. "Why do you have four bottles on the table?"

"Various purposes," said Snape evasively. He Summoned a low, flat jar to himself and twisted off the cap. An earthy smell that reminded Harry of a deep forest filled the room.

"Mmm . . . what is that?"

Warm, cream-covered fingers swiped over Harry's back. "I've developed a new salve to aid in your recovery after exercise. It will relax and rebuild muscles without the staining properties of the other." Snape smeared the potion in broad strokes over every inch of uncovered skin he could reach.

"Why did you put the sheets down if it doesn't stain?"

"There is a chance that it may cause staining after interaction with your skin and sweat." Snape shifted down Harry's body, spreading the ointment down Harry's legs.

"So you decided to ruin my sheets?"

"I don't anticipate you sleeping in that bed for much longer."

"Yeah," agreed Harry with a yawn. "I'm sleeping here from now on."

Snape dropped the foot he had been holding. "Roll over."

Harry obeyed, turning over and shutting his eyes. "I didn't do much physical exercise today but I'm really tired."

Snape's hands moved up Harry's legs. "You spent several hours in a state of fear today; of course your body is exhausted. Would you like some tea?" And then, as if it were a perfectly normal and natural thing to do when offering tea at the end of an exhausting day, Snape's fingers closed around Harry's soft penis and gave it three squeezing pulls.

Harry's eyes flew open and he nearly shot off the bed. He'd expected sex, but he'd thought they would do it later, after the massage. He shot a glance at Snape who wore a very neutral expression - as if there was nothing at all Harry should be surprised about. Snape's hands left Harry's cock and moved on, covering Harry's stomach and hips in the cream-coloured salve.

Harry took several deep breaths, and tried to relax and ignore his thickening cock. But just when he had finally begun to go flaccid again, Snape's hands returned to grasp his deflating prick and stroke him back to hardness. When Snape's fingers moved on as soon as he had renewed Harry's interest, Harry realised the game Snape was playing.

His suspicions were confirmed when Snape avoided touching his groin except when his dick began to deflate. Then Snape would only touch and stroke him enough to keep him hard, almost as if he were some sort of potion which occasionally needed extra help to maintain a desired temperature.

Harry, determined to prove himself just as capable of self-control as Snape, encouraged it. When Snape had him roll onto his stomach to work on his back, Harry helped him out by suggesting that Snape massage various parts on the front of his body whenever he began to lose his erection. He'd roll over, Snape would stroke him hard again, and they'd return to the massage, both acting as if it were an entirely natural way to conduct a massage.

Snape didn't speak and Harry didn't try to start a conversation. He had the feeling they would just argue, as they so often did, and he didn't want to ruin this rare moment of pure bliss.

As Harry's limbs turned to mush and Snape worked out every bit of tension in his back, the call of lust grew exponentially until completion became a need rather than a want. Harry rolled over onto his back, sat up, and grabbed Snape's shoulders with a firm grip, yanking him forward for a kiss.

Snape's body tensed as if he feared an attack when Harry's hands closed around his upper arms, but when Harry puckered his lips and tilted his head, Snape's black eyes slid shut and he pressed his mouth against Harry's with fervour.

Snape's tongue pushed against Harry's mouth, seeking entrance, but Harry wanted to slide his into Snape's. Both refused to yield and each tried to trick the other into giving up first. Harry blocked his genitals from Snape's exploring fingers and cupped Snape's groin. The man was wearing so many bloody layers he couldn't feel the rampant erection he knew was hidden in there.

Harry broke the kiss to complain. "You wear too damn much."

"You wear too little," retorted Snape as he pinched Harry's right nipple. Hard.

"Ow!" Harry slapped away the offending hand.

Snape lunged at him, knocking him back against the bed.

Harry tore at the buttons on Snape's frock coat as Snape's tongue ravaged his mouth. He tried to kiss back, frantically, desperately, but Snape's mouth consumed him and there were too many buttons. Fed up with popping button after button and finding himself no closer to warm skin, Harry grabbed the frock coat and ripped it, buttons tearing off.

Snape pulled back. "You brat!"

"Repairo," Harry reminded him before he pounced and tore past the last three buttons.

Snape backhanded him, knocking him back. It didn't hurt at all, the strength of it caused by surprise rather than force.

"You hit like a girl," taunted Harry, wanting a fight.

Snape ignored the barb. He slid out of his frock coat and repaired it. After it had been mended and thrown to the side of the bed, he said, "I didn't intend to hurt you, you clod."

"You pinched me!" He hadn't even thought about the danger of the act when it had occurred and neither had Snape apparently, because long, pale fingers paused in the act of undressing.

"You deserved it," Snape said before he returned to his task.

Harry drew in a deep breath and spoke in his deepest, most authoritative tone. "If you don't behave, then I shall leave here and return to my quarters."

Snape smirked and crawled over Harry. Dipping his head, his black hair brushing over Harry's skin, he tasted Harry's collarbone before licking and kissing his way to Harry's earlobe.

Harry moaned softly as Snape nibbled and sucked on the sensitive bit of flesh. Snape released the nub and whispered in a dark tone, "You think you'll escape? I'll chain you to my bed."

It was far more erotic than threatening and Harry thrust his hips up to rub his erection against Snape's still-clad groin. He grabbed Snape's hair and pulled him down for a searing kiss before giving his response. "I'll piss all over it."

Snape shifted away and flipped Harry over, pinning him on his stomach. One hand grabbed a buttock and squeezed it. "I'll spank you."

"Spank your former pupil? That's kinky, even for you." Harry glanced back at Snape. "Why are you still dressed?"

Snape shook his head as he slipped off his trousers. "One of these days you will learn how much women appreciate patience. Sex is more than just mindless thrusting."

Harry couldn't resist. "I know you aren't the most well-endowed man, but there is no need to completely renounce your masculinity."

Snape climbed over Harry again and pressed his cloth-covered groin into Harry’s buttocks. This time, Harry could feel the strength of his lust.

"Do you need to be reminded of my masculinity?"

Harry yawned dramatically. "Sure, just don't wake me. I'm going to nap."

Snape shifted above him and Harry felt the firm, spongy head of his cock press against his entrance.

"You won't mind if I just slip it in then," said Snape before he began to push forward.

Harry scrambled out from under him, escaping to the other end of the bed. "Unlubed?!"

"Care to change your assessment?" Snape asked in a triumphant tone.

"I have a better idea," announced Harry. "I'll have a go at you unlubed and we'll see how long you last."

"Ah, but that is a bit unfair. How would I return the favour?" Snape dropped the last of his clothing to the floor, naked now on the bed before Harry.

Harry crawled back over to him. "Blowing me is a wonderful way to return any generous offers."

Snape curled his fingers around Harry's chin and pulled him forward for a soft kiss. With heated eyes, he said, "If you make it to the door, I'll give you want you want."

Harry glanced at the door and licked his lips. It wasn't too far away, but he didn't stand a chance if Snape used magic. Harry narrowed his eyes at Snape. "No magic."

"No magic cast upon you," said Snape as he gave a nod of agreement.

"No magic cast at all."

Snape sat up straight and cocked an eyebrow at Harry. "No magic cast upon you."

Harry knew Snape would refuse to budge on this point. He doubted he could do it, but it was worth a try. If he won, he would receive a blowjob and Snape never suggested a penalty if he should lose. Shooting another glance at the door to estimate the distance, Harry nodded. "All right. But I say when we go, okay?"

"Right." Snape's intense dark eyes never left Harry's face.

Harry made him sit for several minutes before he sprang into action. He figured Snape would expect him to dash off towards his left; heading straight towards the door. Instead, Harry charged at Snape, rolling past him and landing on the floor behind him. He darted towards the door, dodging spider webs and wards, until something wrapped around his ankle and tripped him.

Harry tried to pull away, but Snape swooped down and pushed his shoulders to the floor. He bucked, thrusting up his arse while he rolled to the side, and escaped.

"Concretio Ferratilis!"

"That's cheating!" Harry yelled as chains appeared between his right cuff and a ring in the floor. He rolled towards the door, extending the chain as far as it would allow. He wiggled towards the door just as another chain bound his other arm, and he shoved out a foot, brushing the tip of his big toe against it. "I did it!"

Snape settled between Harry's legs, triumph etched on his features. "You can barely touch it. You lost. Now....." Potion-stained fingers slid up over Harry's stomach and trickled upwards to capture his nipples.

Harry moaned as Snape lightly pinched and pulled the small nubs; working them to a hardness so tight it was almost painful. Snape finally released Harry's nipples and shifted forward, pressing his hard, hot length down into Harry's. He grabbed Harry's hair with one hand and kissed him thoroughly, moaning when Harry rubbed their cocks together.

Snape yanked back his head, breaking the kiss, and said in a desperate, breathless voice, "Now I will fuck you."

Harry's cock jumped in joy at that pronouncement, but he still thought he should be rewarded. "I touched the door. And you cheated."

Snape smirked and sat up. "I did not cheat. I never cast a spell at you. However," he quickly added when Harry opened his mouth to argue, "you did touch the door, so you will receive a consolation prize." Hooking his hands behind Harry's knees, he pushed them up and pinned them to the floor near Harry's armpits. His hands left, but Harry's legs stayed in place, held by magic.

Harry could barely move with the chains binding his arms and his legs held in place. With his arse up and his cheeks spread, Snape could do nearly anything he wanted and Harry wouldn't be able to stop him. A block of ice settled in Harry's stomach. It wasn't as if he didn't trust Snape, he did, but there were too many times when sex had been used as a show of dominance. Control had been taken by Snape then, through potions, magic, chains, and even occasionally brute force. The last thing he wanted to think about during sex was the times when Snape had raped him.

"Don't-," gasped Harry as he strained against his bonds. "Release-"

"Here." Snape waved his wand and the chains binding Harry's arms to the floor disappeared. Another wave of the wand and soft padding appeared beneath his back and bum, supporting him and easing his discomfort from the awkward position. "More comfortable?" asked Snape and there was nothing but concern in his dark eyes.

Snape would remove the magic binding Harry's knees to the floor if Harry asked him to, and that was enough to ease Harry's tension. He relaxed against the fluffy material and watched Snape bend down his head, his dark hair falling forward to brush against Harry's bum. He planted a soft, light kiss on the head of Harry's penis.

Lifting his head, Snape announced, "You need a bit of a trim." He placed his wand just below Harry's belly button and a shaving spell fanned out, the tingling sensation travelling towards Harry's penis as hair disappeared. A neatly trimmed patch remained around the base of his penis while the spell trickled over his testicles. It felt strange; not good, but not bad. But then the spell zipped over his arsehole and he jumped. "Ah! "

Snape's hands roamed over the recently cleared area. Without the hair providing a buffer between their skins, each stroke sent shivers of pleasure throughout Harry's body.

"Much better, hm?" Snape smirked, his smouldering eyes locked on Harry's face. He lowered his head to give Harry's balls more attention than they had ever received before.

Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut, throwing back his head. He had only begun to play with them after Snape had showed him how good it could feel, but never before had Snape given so much attention to that highly sensitive area. Snape's mouth licked, sucked, stroked and fondled the nubs in their soft sack while his hands roamed over the parts of Harry's body he could reach without removing his mouth from that spot. He touched everywhere except where Harry wanted it the most - on his leaking, throbbing prick.

Harry dug his fingers into the carpet as pleasure washed over him, curling his toes and drawing moans from his throat. It was bloody fantastic, especially when Snape sucked on a ball while playing with his nipples.

He knew what Snape was waiting for; what Snape wanted to hear before they would move to the next stage. Harry wasn't ready to give it to him just yet, but when Snape pressed his tongue into that spot beneath his balls while he caressed Harry's thighs, Harry couldn't contain himself any longer.

He opened his eyes and cried, "Fuck me already!"

Snape pressed his finger against Harry's hole and cast the cleaning spell. Harry thrust his bum back against the finger as much as the bonds would allow. Fuck, he wanted to feel Snape's cock inside of him, slamming against that spot. He wanted Snape to fuck him so hard and fast, he wouldn't be able to think of anything but how close he was to blowing his load.

Snape removed his finger and gave Harry's balls another swipe of the tongue. But then, instead of fetching the lube and oiling his fingers, his tongue slid down Harry's crack to flicker over his hole.

"Oh!" cried Harry, nearly jumping out of his skin. "What're you-? Ahhh!"

Snape's tongue returned, swirling around that delicate spot, while his smouldering eyes watched Harry's face. It was so wrong. Snape was licking his arse! Never mind the cleaning spell, he shit from there! Something so completely disgusting should not be so mind-blowingly fantastic.

When Harry had read about rimming in the book, he hadn't been able to imagine how either partner could ever find it erotic. But this.... He no longer cared that he hadn't received a blowjob. He no longer cared about anything but that wicked tongue flickering over his arsehole.

A part of his brain heard the embarrassing whimpering noises that escaped his mouth and he bit his hand, trying to gain some semblance of composure.

"Don't." Snape lifted his head and gently tugged on Harry's arm. "You'll hurt yourself. Come." He released the bonds binding Harry's knees to the floor and pulled Harry to his feet. Momentarily unbalanced, Harry swayed, catching himself on Snape's robes.

"On the bed," suggested Harry when Snape stepped away towards his desk.

Snape inclined his head in agreement and motioned towards the bed. "Lie down on your stomach. We need to finish your massage."

Harry jumped up on the bed and lay down on his back with his legs spread. "No, we're going to fuck. And don't tell me 'patience'. We can be patient after we fuck."

Snape chuckled and stepped between Harry's spread legs. He bent down and pressed his lips against Harry's, grinding their cocks together. Harry automatically opened his mouth for Snape before he remembered where Snape's tongue had just been, but Snape tasted of peppermint, as if he had somehow found the time to use mouthwash.

Snape broke the kiss and traced a finger across Harry’s unshaven chin. "In your masturbation experiences, have you ever orgasmed without touching your penis?"

"No, I didn’t think it was possible until I did it during sex. Did you know that you don't need to touch your cock to come?"

"Yes, I trained myself to do it one summer."

"Really?" Harry imagined Snape sitting in his office, wanking off over and over again while he stared at his penis as if it were a potion he had difficulty brewing.

"I was a teenager once." Snape kissed down Harry’s neck. "I want- " He planted a kiss on Harry’s collarbone. "-to try to-" He kissed Harry’s breastbone. "-bring you to orgasm-" He flickered his tongue over a nipple. "-without any stimulation of your prostate or penis."

"Do it after we fuck." Harry ran his fingers through Snape’s silky hair.

Snape gave the nipple another lick before saying, "No, I’ll fuck you after you orgasm. If you are unable to do it in a reasonable amount of time, I’ll masturbate you to completion."

Either way, he could come soon. "All right."

Snape rolled off of Harry and readjusted himself on the bed, crawling forward to lie by Harry’s side. "Don't touch yourself. If you cannot wait, let me know and I'll finish you off. Concentrate on building your pleasure."

"Right." Harry suspected that Snape saw this as a challenge, something to prove. That knowledge eased Harry's determination to come quickly. He would drag it out, make Snape work to please him.

Harry closed his eyes, relaxed against the bed, and thought the most boner crushing thoughts he could possibly imagine. Hagrid naked. McGonagall and Dumbledore. Vernon and Petunia. That was such a disgusting thought, he shivered.

"Cold?" asked Snape from somewhere near Harry’s left ear.

"No, I’m good."

Snape kissed him, soft and light. It wasn’t anything like the hard, heavy kisses they used to share. Snape had always seemed an undertow, dragging Harry along with the force of his passion, but now he savoured Harry instead of devouring him.

Snape stroked Harry's chest as he kissed him, petting him everywhere except his nipples. The warm mouth left his lips and travelled back down his neck. Harry knew where it was heading but it seemed in no hurry to get there. Snape licked and kissed nearly every inch of Harry’s chest, finding spots that Harry didn’t know existed.

Snape took too long to reach his destination, his hair brushing over Harry’s rock-hard nipples, but never his mouth. Harry couldn't stand it.

"My nipples," gasped Harry. "Lick them."

Snape’s tongue darted out across one, wetting it, and then he blew cool air across it. "Like that?" he asked, his voice deep.

"Oh yeah! Like that," Harry choked out, arching his back so his nipple was presented closer to Snape's mouth.

Snape repeated the act on the other one before closing his teeth and lips around it and sucking hard. Harry gasped and grabbed his hair. It was almost like Snape used Legilimency to read his mind to know just how to suck the soft nubs. He bit them enough to make them sore, each sensation enhanced, but not enough to actually hurt. He attended them equally, shifting between them as if he somehow knew when the other felt neglected. Harry had to concentrate really hard on repulsive thoughts in order not to come.

Then, Snape teased the nubs with his hands while his tongue found Harry's earlobe. Orgasm raced upon Harry and he struggled to hold it back. His penis began to twitch and, for a second, he thought that he had lost his attempt to hold back his rapture, but he never ejaculated and he remained hard after the orgasmic twitching had subsided.

"Holy fuck," he said once it was over and he could breathe again without worrying about coming all over himself.

Snape smirked. "Let’s see if we can get you to do that again. Accio wand!"

Harry couldn’t figure out why Snape needed a wand to play with his nipples, but Snape waved the wand towards his bum and padding appeared, raising it up as if he had placed his butt on a soft, triangular pillow.

"Accio lube." Two jars floated towards Snape.

"I thought you weren't going to penetrate me," said Harry, not wanting the experiment to end.

"I won't. Not yet." Snape tossed one of the jars to the side and opened the other. Closer now to Harry’s eyes, he could see which lube it was – the one he had masturbated with earlier.

"Oh." A wide smile spread Harry’s lips. "Oooooh."

Snape smeared a generous amount over Harry’s right nipple and bent down to suck on it. When his mouth lifted, the pattern remained, as if his mouth was still working the bit of flesh. Snape repeated the action on Harry’s other nipple, and when he shifted away, it felt as though two invisible people had crawled onto the bed and were now pleasuring Harry’s chest.

Snape left the bed and rubbed the potion into Harry’s balls. He squeezed and rubbed them lightly, enough for the feeling to remain after he removed his hand. Snape smeared potion all the way down Harry’s crack and gave it a hard lick up and down. After coating Harry’s hole, he wiggled his tongue all around the pucker.

History. History was the dullest subject of which Harry could think. What year was that Giant revolt that-

Snape's tongue seemed to vibrate and Harry let out a shout as the glorious sensation momentarily left him thoughtless. Balanced precariously on the edge, he struggled to hold onto himself and not let ecstasy overwhelm him, succeeding enough to just feel another mini-orgasm tear through him.

Umbridge and Filch. Kreacher and Bellatrix. Snape did something else with his tongue that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Harry's dick and he jumped, kicking Snape in the shoulder. Snape grabbed Harry's legs, pushed them apart, and pressed his nose into the sweet spot behind Harry's balls as he resumed the erotic torture.

There was no way he was going to last. He was sweating, his muscles straining, his balls tight against his body.

Fortunately, Snape stopped licking and stood. The imprint of Snape's tongue still licked his arsehole via the potion, but it wasn't as intense as having Snape's tongue there. Gasping for breath, Harry tried to get himself under control. He couldn't let Snape win.

Casting Mobilicorpus, Snape lifted Harry's body up off the bed, turning him around. Harry remained floating above the surface, his cock dangling and without anything to rub against. Invisible bands appeared around his chest and hips and when Snape released Mobilicorpus, Harry thrust his palms and knees against the bed to catch himself even though he didn't fall. He tried to press his cock against something, but he couldn't move his torso.

Snape crawled on top of him, pressing his hard, wet cock into Harry’s arse cheeks.

"Stop holding back." Snape said in Harry’s ear as his fingers found and pinched Harry's nipples. His voice pierced through Harry, sliding up and down his spine.

"Oh fuck!" There were invisible mouths on his nipples and pucker; invisible hands on his testicles; a very real, hard cock shoved between his cheeks; and hands pinching and pulling his nipples.

"Orgasm and I'll fuck you," Snape continued in his deepest, richest voice. "You want me to fuck you, don't you? You-"

The individual words disappeared, Harry only heard the deep timbre of Snape’s voice as he lost the battle of holding back his orgasm.

He came and it seemed unending, as if Snape had somehow found some secret switch inside of him. The lube and Snape never ceased stimulating him throughout the orgasm and each sensation multiplied as if he had taken a full dose of the sex potion. If he were to die, let it end like this!

The spell holding him in place disappeared and Harry collapsed against the sheets. Snape left the bed, running a hand down Harry’s sweaty back as he walked away. Harry heard him pouring liquids, but he didn’t even have the strength to lift his head and turn to watch Snape.

"Mobilicorpus." Harry’s body lifted, turned, and ended up in a sitting position, propped up against the headboard of the bed.

Holding a mug, Snape slipped onto the bed and helped Harry drink a warm cup of tea.

Harry sipped it slowly, his breath still catching in his throat.

Snape's triumphant eyes watched Harry drink and he sent the cup away when Harry had had his fill. "Does anything hurt? Any muscles pulled?"

Harry shook his head. "No, no. I feel fine." He was quite winded and sore, as if he had spent the last few minutes in an intense work-out rather than orgasming. The lube had either been removed or lost its ability to stimulate him and he focused on relaxing, calming his body.

Grinning at Snape, Harry said, "I think the lube is cheating. Let’s try that again, but this time, you won’t be able to use anything but your body. No magic, no potions, nothing else."

"Later," said Snape with promise. He sat with a casual air, leaning back on one hand and sipping at his tea with the other as if they were at a tea party rather than in the middle of sex. Only his heated eyes and his red, engorged sex revealed his lust. It was amazing he had lasted this long without pouncing on Harry and thrusting into him. The man had more patience than anyone Harry had ever met.

Patience that apparently was at an end. Snape sent the mug back to the table and rolled his finger in a circle. "Roll over."

Harry scooted further down the bed and rolled onto his stomach. He spread his legs and lifted his bum. If Snape was impatient to fuck him, he did not show it with his fingers. He stretched Harry with the painstakingly slow and unnecessary one, two, three finger method. If Harry hadn’t already orgasmed, he would’ve been tempted to reach back, grab Snape’s cock, and shove it inside of him. As wonderful as the fingers felt, they were nothing compared to the thick, full heat of Snape's cock.

As it was, by the time Snape finished stretching him, his dick was filled with life again.

Snape’s spongy cockhead pressed up against Harry’s entrance and he pushed inside, breaching the tight ring of muscles and spreading it wide. Harry moaned as Snape's massive cock slowly filled him, pushing in deeper and deeper. Snape was quiet, focused on the slow slide as he pushed his way in, only releasing a low, guttural groan as his balls brushed against Harry’s.

"Doesn't hurt?" he asked before kissing Harry’s shoulders and the top of his spine.

"Not at all. It hasn’t for a while."

Snape’s arms appeared on either side of Harry’s. Harry stared at the Dark Mark as Snape rolled his hips, thrusting only a tiny amount. "I changed the recipe for the lube."

"Oh?" Harry could barely concentrate on Snape's words as he focused on the feeling of being fucked.

"I originally used something to relax the muscles," said Snape as he thrust, his breath hot on Harry’s ear. "To make it easier…. for penetration. I took it out." Snape licked at Harry’s earlobe. "To make you tighter."

"Am I?" Harry could feel Snape’s cock more than he remembered, but he had assumed that was because he was extra sensitive due to the intense orgasm he had just had.

"The analgesic I used- " Snape increased his pace. "It numbs as a side effect. For both of us. I took that out too."

"Yeah, I can feel that." Instead of decreasing, the feel of Snape’s cock inside of him grew all the more pronounced. He could feel Snape’s heart beating inside the engorged organ. "Did you put that other lube in it? The one you just used on me?"

"No. That’s not- It’s not proper for anal intercourse. Unlike with masturbatory-"

"You can’t stop being a teacher, can you?" The last thing Harry wanted to hear during sex was a lecture on lubrication.

Snape nipped at his shoulder. "Not when you ask me questions."

Harry wanted it fast and hard and he had the feeling he wasn't going to get that in his current position. He pushed back his bum and shoved at Snape with a hand. "Get off. I want to get up on my knees."

Snape pulled out and Harry shifted up onto his knees and gripped the headboard.

Snape said, "You’ll hurt your hands if the bed shifts," and created a bar like a towel rack for Harry to hold on to. Harry couldn't understand why that was an improvement over the headboard, but grabbed it anyway.

Snape thrust back in and hit Harry’s prostate head on.

"Ah!"

Snape paused. "Too fast?"

"No!" Harry canted his hips, fucking himself on Snape’s cock. "It’s perfect! Keep going."

Snape needed no further encouragement. He wrapped his arms around Harry, one hand curling around Harry’s cock while the other played with a nipple.

Harry wiggled his bum until he found the perfect angle. He thrust back against Snape who seemed determined to set his own pace and neither one yielded, which led to the most mismatched fucking Harry had ever received.

"Stop moving," said Snape, releasing Harry. At the same time, Harry said, "You're doing it wrong."

Harry reached back behind him and grabbed Snape's arse. "Push," he ordered as he thrust back to meet Snape. Snape shifted his hands to Harry's thighs and met Harry's pace, fucking him just the way he wanted. It was perfect when they worked together instead of against each other.

Why couldn't they do this more often instead of battling over everything? It was stupid how much they fought - constantly rowing over tiny, inconsequential things. There seemed to be very little chance that they'd both survive the war, especially with what Harry now knew. They should spend their time enjoying each other like this. Why hadn't they done this earlier?

"Oh god," moaned Harry. "Keep doing that."

"Doing this?" asked Snape, his voice breathless.

"Oooh, yeah." Harry braced himself on the bar. "Like that. Harder."

Snape snapped his hips faster, hard enough to rock the whole bed into the wall.

"Fuck!" cried Harry.

It was just what he needed. Hard and fast enough to make him forget everything but the two of them. With all of the lies and manipulations - both by Snape and by Tom - there was only one thing that Harry believed and that was that Snape, in his own way, loved him. The sex was far too perfect for him to believe otherwise. Still, he wanted to see Snape's affections.

Releasing the bar, Harry gasped, "On- On my back."

Without pause, Snape pulled out and, grabbing Harry's hips, threw him back on the bed. Spreading and lifting his legs, Harry licked his lips and said, "Fuck me."

Snape's dark eyes were burning as he, without a word, slid in between Harry's legs and thrust back inside of him with one quick, hard stroke.

"Ah!" Harry wrapped his legs around him, helping him drive deep with each thrust of the hips. Reaching up to tangle his fingers in the mess of Snape's hair, Harry yanked him down for a heart-felt kiss. Snape returned the kiss with a passion to match his own and only broke it to brace himself against the bed.

Staring up at the fierce black eyes that bored into his own, Harry scratched down Snape's back, drawing a moan from the other man's throat. He did it again, harder, just to feel the rougher snap of Snape's hips and see his eyes flash with pleasure. Squeezing tight around the thick cock pounding into him, Harry dug his nails into Snape's shoulders and groaned words of encouragement.

It was enough to push Snape over the edge. He came, his cock pulsing inside Harry, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Harry's as his hips jerked and a low, guttural moan escaped his throat.

So enamoured with Snape's face was Harry, that he almost forgot his own need until Snape pulled out his deflating cock and slid down Harry's body, mouthing and kissing each part he passed. It had been far too long since Snape had last sucked his cock and he'd forgotten how wonderful it felt to thrust into that hot mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Gripping the sheets, Harry threw back his head, closing his eyes as he let Snape drive him wild. Snape somehow knew just how to suck him and when two fingers pushed inside him and fucked him in time to the bob of the wet mouth over his cock, Harry couldn't contain himself any longer.

Moaning, thrusting his hips mindlessly, Harry came down Snape's throat. Without pause, Snape bobbed his head, sucking Harry dry and licking away every trace of his release as if he were a most delicious lolly. When his questing tongue turned ticklish instead of erotic, Harry laughed and kicked him away.

Catching a flailing leg in his hand, Snape said teasingly, "Kicking me is hardly the way to encourage repeat performances."

"It was amazing," Harry assured him. "Just too ticklish towards the end. Do it again, and this time I'll keep my legs still."

Snape smirked and shook his head. "I'm sure if I left it up to you, you would request fellatio daily."

"With every meal," agreed Harry. Then, realising how selfish he'd been, he added, "I'll do it for you - if you really want me to. But, I'm not putting my tongue anywhere near your arsehole. That's disgusting."

His eyebrows rising in amusement, Snape said, "You didn't think so when I did it to you."

"Oh, I did. I mean, it felt bloody brilliant, but it was disgusting."

"Cleaning spells negate any hygiene issues."

"No cleaning spells can make that clean."

Snape shook his head. "You're such a Muggle sometimes." He Summoned his wand and cleaned both of them and the bed before stretching out across the surface.

Harry, not ready to go to sleep, turned onto his hands and knees, and wiggled his arse, saying, "If you want to have another go at proving me wrong, then do it."

Shaking his head, Snape said, "For the sheath outwears its sword, and the soul outwears the breast, and the heart must pause to breathe...."*

"Huh?" asked Harry.

"Nothing." Snape stared at the ceiling.

It was now or never. Although Harry didn't trust Tom, there were too many questions that Snape hadn't answered properly. Too many doubts floated in Harry's head for him to remain quiet. He crawled over to lie beside Snape and asked, "Are there doors in the laundry room that lead outside?"

Snape's eyes flickered, only for the tiniest moment, but it was enough for Harry to know he was lying when he said, "No."

Harry rolled over onto his side, pressing his back against Snape, and pretended he hadn't noticed the dishonesty. "Dangerous poisons?"

"No," said Snape and he shifted to run his fingers down the length of Harry's torso.

"Laundry facilities?"

"Perhaps." Snape nibbled on Harry’s ear as his questing fingers found and curled around Harry’s cock.

Harry let Snape stroke him to orgasm, pretending that he hadn’t noticed how Snape tried to distract him with sex rather than answer a question.

After the orgasm had washed over him, Harry kissed Snape goodnight, curled against him, and fell asleep.

Tom awaited him on a recliner swathed in crimson cloth.

*Severus has reworded Lord Byron's poem to make more sense in regards to their particular circumstance. :p