Control

*looks around* Are you still there my dear readers? Just wondering... This is the third chapter for today and I am aware that this kind of smut is not what you waiting for- see it as an enntree of what is to come.

Tell me what you think!

Ladylancelot

Sacrifices

As soon as both wizards stumbled out of the fireplace Harry took in his surroundings. He stood in a spacious living room filled with tasteful furniture and while Snape lighted most of the candles he walked over to a shelf filled with all kinds of magical artefacts. Not daring to touch anything Harry blew some dust away to have a closer look.

Most of them he had no idea what they were used for but he recognized a grey marble pensieve.

“Do you want something to drink?” Snape asked from behind him.

Turning around Harry nodded and accepted a glass filled with something he recognized as firewhiskey. Snape sank gracefully into a very comfortable looking arm chair and following suit Harry sat down across from him.

They sipped from the firewhiskey for a while until once again Harry could not stand it any longer.

“So where are you going to jump me?” he asked trying and failing miserably at a joke.

Snape's eyes rested on him until he got uneasy.

“I assume you are familiar with the basics of sex?”

Quickly Harry nodded not wanting to give away that he was not.

“Fine.” Snape had emptied his glass and placed it on the couch table. “Follow me.”

In his bedroom he turned to Harry his expression blank of any emotion.

“Strip Potter.” When Harry did not react he sighed. “You know that we need to be undressed to actually be intimate?”

Hesitantly Harry took off his tshirt feeling very conscious of his own body in that moment and after he had shrugged off his shoes and his socks he opened his jeans but was surprised when Snape stilled his hands. Looking up Harry found the other man alarmingly close and the heat radiating of his body set his own skin alight.

Hypnotized by Snape's eyes he drew in his breath when he felt the older wizards hands steady his chin and then he pulled Harry closer. Not giving the boy time to reconsider anything he claimed his mouth in a firm kiss pushing his tongue inside. Harry gasped against his mouth and felt his cock harden


So far he had made out with Ginny a couple of times but never had a touch aroused him so much, never had he pressed himself against his partner's body so desperately in need of more physical contact. For some reason he doubted that these feelings were caused by the bond alone but he shrugged that thought off.

The potion master pulled away and roughly pushed Harry's head to the side trailing one finger of his good hand down to Harry's chest. Inhaling deeply Harry kept his gaze on the far wall and he was grateful when Snape let his hand fall to the side of his body.

“Finish undressing Potter,” he sat casually and began to undo his own robe.

With trembling fingers Harry pushed his jeans and briefs off and then stood in the middle of the room like a fool. His eyes strayed to the potion master's body and he was shocked how awful the wizard looked. Not only was he terribly skinny but his skin was scared and burned on many places.

When Snape turned around he took in the boy's body that shock with fear. Obviously not very much concerned with his own nakedness he motioned for Harry to sit down on the bed. Hesitantly he obeyed and was surprised when strong hands pushed him onto his back. He simply stared at the canopy. A few moments ago kissing Snape had turned him on but now his cock was flaccid resting in a nest of brown curls.

He felt a hand pushing him onto his side and his body became rigid when one of Snape's fingers that was drenched in a slippery liquid without any preparation pushed into the tightness of his entrance. Not wasting much time the potion master added a second finger causing Harry to groan in pain. After a while of pushing the pain retreated and when Snape pulled out, a small part of Harry was disappointed.

However he then felt something much bigger pressing into him almost tearing his skin with its force and it did not matter how much he tried to push against the intrusion. With his hips held in place by Snape's strong hands and the terror that froze his body there was nothing he could do.

When finally Snape was inside he could not help a small sob to slip from his lips because it hurt more than anything he had to suffer in his life. Feeling the ghost of a cool finger against his cheek and brushing a tear away, Harry was not prepared when Snape began to thrust into his body and he screamed in anguish. But there was nowhere he could go, nothing he could say and then he felt Snape's cock go rigid inside and without uttering one word the potion master came, the feeling not quite as upsetting as Harry had expected.

Without a word the older wizard pulled out and rolling over he sat up and took a small vial from his nightable pressing it into Harry's hand.

“This should heal the worst of the tears.”

The mattress moved when he got up and dressed in a bathrobe. He stopped in the door frame looking back at the miserable frame of the boy who lived curled up into a tight ball.

“I stay in the living room for the night,” he muttered softly and then left.