Fire Call

“Stop it.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t sneer like that.”

Snape threw the newspaper down and glared instead.

“And how would you prefer me to sneer, Potter?”

Harry shrugged and snagged the Daily Prophet, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t do it at all. It’s not my fault Sirius invited himself to stay.”

Snape stalked to the kitchen and began rattling cupboard doors, “There are perfectly adequate boarding kennels he might-“

“You could try getting on with him.”

“I could stick my head in the oven too, but I’d prefer not to.”

Harry slipped his glasses off and dug the heel of his palms into his eyes. Dancing white lights made a nice distraction from the fevered clanging in his ears. Harry wondered whether, if he’d studied Divination properly, his third eye might now give him a sneak preview of what he was already sure would henceforth be known as ‘The Weekend from Hell’. With the benefit of foresight, he might be able to convince St Mungo’s Ambulance service to be on full alert.

Snape continued to slam mugs and throw cutlery into the sink, the metallic clatter almost, but not completely, drowning out his rant about parking Hippogriffs in the motorcycle bay outside their flat.

Because it was their flat now. Harry had asked. Snape had accepted. Albeit with a distinct lack of grace and no fanfare, he had said yes. There had been no question Harry’s flat was more spacious, and so most of Snape’s possessions, which in all fairness were pretty meagre, had been transported the day after returning from Paris. Harry had been certain after telling Snape of the impending visit, that the older man would change his mind or postpone the move, but the issue had not arisen, and so the move had gone ahead, punctuated as it was with a string of profanities all preceded by the word, ‘Black’.

“Would it really kill you to be civil to each other?

“Would it really kill you to be civil to each other?” Snape mimicked under his breath, hurling a teabag into a mug for Harry and selecting the Earl Grey for himself.

“All that stuff happened a long time ago. And you used to hate me, but you don’t anymore,” Harry called in a sing-song voice as he idly flicked through the sports pages.

Snape filled the teapot with water, and muttered something that sounded like ‘I did not’ under his breath.

“Hardly relevant is it?” he ground out, “since I have no desire whatsoever to stick my cock up Black’s arse.”

Harry bit back a shocked chuckle, “I’d be pretty worried if you did.”

Merlin, how did the man manage to make even stirring tea with a spoon sound angry?

“I assure you, I would rather feed my most intimate appendage into a coffee grinder than allow Black anywhere near it.”

Harry smirked and unfolded himself from the armchair. Just the mention of Severus’ appendage had his trousers tightening.

“And what about me? Can I get anywhere near ‘it’ this morning?”

Snape ignored the hands sneaking around his waist and sloshed milk into the mugs.

“Since when have I been capable of deterring you?” he replied sourly.

“Oh, fine. Be like that.” Harry unclasped his hands from Snape’s stomach and stepped away.

Snape whirled round still clutching the teaspoon and brandished it rather ineffectually in Harry’s face.

“I apologise if the notion of spending the weekend with a cretin like your godfather has a less than positive effect on my libido.”

Harry tutted and batted the spoon away, “He’s not coming until tomorrow. He’s staying one night! Most of the day we’ll be out at Quidditch.”

“And shall I spend the evening entertaining you both with amusing anecdotes of our schooldays? Better still, perhaps I should obtain a Pensieve and have us relive the thrilling occasion on which he and your father nearly drowned me in the Prefects bathroom?”

Snape’s voice had upped an octave during his rant, but it wasn’t the words that stung Harry, it was the sudden loss of poise in those dark eyes. Since the War and the Order of Merlin, Snape had been a different man. He’d become Severus to Harry, and he had a confidence about him that was truly mesmerising. The haunted, worried look he had worn constantly at Hogwarts under the pressure of double spying activities, had been long absent, but now, with his Godfather’s visit on the horizon, Harry had noticed its return.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t tell him not to come, and besides, I want to see him. But I don’t want it to upset you, either.”

Snape’s nostrils flared in outrage, “Black does not upset me! I am not upset! I am merely unused to-“ his teaspoon-free hand fluttered uselessly in the air, “forced pleasantry. Perhaps it would be best if I returned to the office for the weekend.”

Harry felt a weight settle in his stomach and stepped closer, “Don’t say that. This is your home, our home. I want you to be here, and if Sirius doesn’t like it, well, it’s just tough luck.”

“If? There is no question of if! He will undoubtedly-“

Harry darted forward and silenced him with a well timed kiss, excitement bubbling in his stomach when Snape stopped fighting and gave in. Sensing a chance to avoid more arguing about the situation, at least for a little while, Harry sought out the delightful curve of Snape’s arse.

“Come to bed with me,” he murmured, rolling his hips suggestively.

“It has been less than an hour since we got out of it,” Snape argued, rather pathetically since his words were muffled against Harry’s lips.

Harry coiled himself around the lithe frame, “Then come back to bed with me. I want you.”

Gratified to feel the first stirrings of interest, he added huskily, “In me.”

Without another backwards glance at the stewing tea, Snape dragged him to the bedroom.

***

Harry was worried. Severus wasn’t back from shopping, and Sirius hadn’t arrived. He just hoped they hadn’t bumped into each other somewhere along the way. At least if he was present to referee the situation, it might not get so out of hand.

Oh Merlin, who was he kidding? This was going to be a fucking nightmare.

Resigning himself, Harry set about cleaning the already pristine kitchen. Severus had spent most of the previous evening stalking around the flat with a duster in one hand and a mop in the other, and no amount of cajoling from Harry could convince him to sit down and relax.

“I will not have that man making derogatory comments regarding the cleanliness of our living space.”

Harry didn’t bother to remind Severus that his godfather had spent eleven years in Azkaban, and probably wouldn’t notice if the bathroom ceiling had a few cobwebs. However, the efficiency Severus had shown, as in everything he did, had left Harry with nothing more domestically pressing than washing a single teaspoon up. So when he heard the sound of a key in the front door, he was torn between feeling relieved and apprehensive.

“Oh good, you’re back. You didn’t see Sirius did you? Only he isn’t here yet and-what’s that?”

Harry cocked his head to one side and ogled the carrier bags Snape held. The logo adorning them was comprised of a cat hugging a rabbit, surrounded by some badly drawn canaries.

“I took the liberty of purchasing a dog basket. And this is a bone. I hope never again to hear you accuse me of not being a courteous host.”

Harry groaned, “It’s tiny! You know he isn’t going to sleep in that! I mean for one thing he’s an Irish bloody Wolfhound, not a Chihuahua! And we have a spare bedroom! And why are you buying him bones? This isn’t funny, Severus. You are deliberately sabotaging the weekend before it’s even started!”

Snape looked downright insulted, “Shall I return the collar and lead, too? And what fate will befall the flea powder? Merlin knows it is the one purchase you should be thanking me profusely for.”

“Did you actually buy anything I asked you to? God, I’d have gone myself if I’d known you were going to be like this. You were meant to be buying food for lunch. What are we going to eat now? Dog treats?”

“Filet of chien, perhaps? Did you know they eat dog in South Korea?” Snape barely flinched at the scathing look Harry gave him, “On second thoughts, mongrel is more fitting to a distinctly plebeian palate. We should not risk the food poisoning.”

“Stop it!" Harry shouted, exasperated. Please! Just give him a chance, for my sake, yeah?”

Snape made a great show of putting the bags down, “Am I supposed to believe Black is willing to do the same?”

“Yes! He promised me. He was really decent about everything. He knows we’re together and that you’re living here now and said he’d make an effort.”

“How magnanimous of him.”

Harry threw his hands up resignedly and retreated to the bedroom, making sure the door rattled in its frame when he slammed it. The two people he loved most in the world would never, ever be friends. There would be a hostile atmosphere every time the three of them were together and Harry hated it. Well, there was only one thing for it. If they weren’t going to play fair, neither would he.

***

When the bell eventually chimed, Harry rushed past a dour Snape and wrenched the door open.

“Sirius!” A huge grin split Harry’s face as he was pulled into a bear hug and subjected to a number of manly slaps on the back before being released.

“Look at you,” Sirius exclaimed, ruffling Harry’s hair, “all grown up. The spitting image of James at nineteen!“

Harry meant to say something in reply but a derisive snort behind him somewhat ruined the moment. He saw Sirius’ face harden and then before his brain could comprehend the sudden movement, he was shoved aside. Whilst trying to regain his balance, he heard the sickening crunch of bone and gristle.

“Fucking my Godson, Snivellus?” Sirius screamed, standing over the sprawled heap of black robes.

“Not all of us are capable of licking our own testicles, Black,” Snape growled, managing to look smug despite the blood pouring from his nose.

“Stop it!” Harry yelled, spinning around and pulling Sirius away, “don’t call him that!”

Sirius stared at him in disbelief, “Did you hear what he said, Harry? He’s using you! He hated James and now he’s getting his revenge by sleeping with you!”

“It isn’t revenge! He loves me and I love him! Do you really think so little of me that I can’t decide this for myself? I’m sick to death of people fighting so it stops now. Now!” he warned, pining a glare on Snape, who was back on his feet and reaching for his wand, “That is, if either of you care for me at all.”

“I proved quite adequately you are cared for when we were in Paris, did I not?” Snape hitched one eyebrow, a look that would, in other circumstances be positively suggestive. Right now, it seemed he was doing his best to wind Sirius up.

Sirius noticed and was clearly struggling not to retaliate. “It’s precisely because I care for you that I’m against this! He doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘love’!”

Snape sneered, “And you do? How amusing from a man who’s idea of monogamy at school was waiting until dawn before moving on to the next unfortunate female.”

“You’re only monogamous because no one else will touch your greasy backside! How did you do it, Snape? Love potion?”

Harry slipped a hand into his back pocket and carefully drew his wand, pointing it first at Snape and then at Sirius, both of then caught by surprise as the spell hit them squarely in the chest.

“Potter! Release me immediately!”

“Harry! What the hell are you doing?!”

Harry smirked at the two tightly bound men and levitated Snape into the armchair and Sirius onto the sofa.

“Right. I’m going out. You two are going to stay here and get this out of your system. I don’t care how you do it but when I get back, I want to enjoy the rest of the weekend without having you ripping chunks out of each other.”

Harry tried not to look at Snape as he cast a rudimentary healing spell on his nose. His lover was so angry his face bore an uncanny resemblance to an overripe tomato.

Sirius’ jaw was clenched so hard it was a wonder his teeth hadn’t shattered.

“This is ridiculous! Snivellus and I will never get on! Never!!”

“I’d rather be boiled to death in my own steaming excrement than talk to this hound,” Snape said mutinously.

“I concur wholeheartedly!” Sirius bellowed, struggling with the binds.

“Then you agree on something, great! But it’s not enough. And if I have to leave you here for eternity, I will, but you’ll both miss my Quidditch game this afternoon.”

Harry grabbed his bag, and headed for the door, ignoring the shouts of protest. One way or another, he was going to get what he wanted.

***

The coffee shop had been blissfully quiet, and Harry was quite sorry to have to leave. Two Grande skinny Mochachino’s had vastly improved his mood, and he had spent his time wisely, reading up on his opponents for the match that afternoon. If he walked home a little slower than usual, well, those drinks were unbelievably filling and probably not the best thing to have in your stomach when attempting a jog, or even a fast-paced walk. He was not even remotely concerned about what might have happened in the hour since he’d been gone; after all, how much damage could two Wizards cause when left to fester in full Body Binds?

Still, as Harry approached the flat, he wondered for the first time just how good an idea this had been. For one thing he hadn’t thought about either of them needing the toilet. Cold dread crept up Harry’s spinal cord as he imagined Snape sitting in a pile of his own steaming excrement. Though, the man had said he’d prefer that to Sirius’ company...

Creeping up to the door, Harry hesitated before easing the key into the hole. As silently as possible, he let himself in and was immediately suspicious of how quiet the place was. He tiptoed down the hallway and took a deep breath before sticking his head round the door to the living room.

Harry clapped a hand across his mouth to stop the snort of disbelief escaping. Both men were fast asleep. Snape was sat bolt upright with his eyes closed and Sirius had slipped sideways on the sofa, coming to rest with his head against the chair arm. Harry stepped closer, just to check they were actually asleep and not dead. Merlin knew how much trouble he’d get into for inadvertently killing the second most decorated War hero after himself.

Bending down, Harry stuck his hand under Snape’s nose, relieved to feel warm breath against his palm. The nostrils twitched, as if recognising the smell of him and one beady black eye snapped open so quickly Harry stumbled backwards and tripped over Sirius’ outstretched legs.

“What the – “

“Potter!”

“Er, hello,” Harry said sheepishly, picking himself up and rubbing his arse.
Snape and Sirius exchanged a murderous glare, then turned it on Harry.

“Would you be so kind as to release me now? Preferably before I indulge in solo watersport activities.”

Oh God. Snape was using his sickly sweet voice. The one that promised Harry a painful and anything-but-swift death.

Harry swallowed visibly, “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

Snape raised an eyebrow, “Why in Merlin’s name would you think that?”

Yes, then. Harry looked to Sirius for support but his Godfather shrugged as best as he could manage considering the confinement of his shoulders, “Whatever Snape plans to do to you, Harry, is none of my business, as you so vociferously pointed out earlier.”

Crap! Now Sirius was ganging up with Snape on him! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Surely he wouldn’t let Harry come to any real harm...would he?

Harry scratched his head, “Right. So, er, did you actually come to any kind of...resolution?”

Please say no. I don’t want to untie you. I like my arms unbroken.

“Actually, yes,” Sirius said confidently, “we will both attempt to behave like the mature adults we are. Admittedly, some of us are more mature than others, but –”

“Shut up, Black, Snape snarled, “what your moronic Godfather is trying to say, Potter, is that we shall strive for civility. After all, what the Golden Boy of the Wizarding World wants, he usually gets.”

Harry’s nose wrinkled. He could smell bullshit a mile off, but with both of them agreeing, there didn’t seem to be any valid reason to leave them tied up.

“Okay,” he conceded, not sounding okay at all, “I’ll release you, but you have to promise not to hurt me. At least until after the match.”

***

True to his word, as soon as Harry had untied him, Snape merely shouldered him hard on his way to the bathroom. Sirius had seemed more amused than angry, telling Harry he’d done exactly the same thing to Lily and James in seventh year during one of their more spectacular rows. Though Lily hadn’t been quite as forgiving as Sirius, directing an array of nasty hexes in his direction, some of which still ailed him even to this day.

As it was, Snape had to miss the Quidditch match anyway. The hideously annoying Miss Jennings Flooed an emergency call through just minutes before the three of them were set to depart for the stadium. Snape had apologised to Harry; something that Sirius apparently had never seen Snape do before, given the sudden drop of his jaw. He was gracious enough to look away and not make any sardonic comments when Harry leant in to kiss the older man goodbye, and Snape had promised to return no later than early evening.

The match had been terrific. With Sirius there to see him play, it was the next best thing to having his dad watch, and Harry had made the most of it, pulling some of his more tricky stunts to the delight of the assembled crowds.

Winning the game had been a mere formality, really, and after a few pints with the rest of the team, a very happy Harry returned home with his impossibly proud Godfather. There they found Snape with a glass of brandy in his hand, and a plate of smoked salmon and cream cheese blinis balanced in his lap.

“Er, what’s this?” Harry asked, gesturing to the board taking up most of the coffee table.

“Monopoly,” Snape stated, popping one of the little delicacies into his mouth.
Harry turned to look at Sirius who was evidently having a hard time reconciling the former stern potions professor with the man in front of him; Snape was a picture of relaxed domesticity and that was exactly how Harry loved him best. He even had his well-worn comfy green slippers on.

Sirius started to say something, closed his mouth, then tried again, “Monopoly?”

“Correct. A popular Muggle game in which players compete to acquire wealth through stylized economic activity involving the buying, rental and trading of properties. Care for a game?”

Snape washed his mouthful down with a sip of his drink and raised an expectant eyebrow.
Harry grinned and retrieved two bottle of beer from the fridge, handing one to Sirius who was still alternating glances between the board and Snape.

“Muggle?” he asked suspiciously, apparently noticing the congregated silver playing pieces jumping up and down impatiently on the ‘GO’ square.

“With a few minor alterations. Namely that the pieces move themselves so as to discourage any falsification of dice scoring.”

Harry sat down on the sofa and Sirius joined him, though he still looked a bit wary. Snape continued to explain the game, and only sighed impatiently once, when Sirius asked him to repeat the part about rolling three doubles. He even let Sirius choose his piece first, which, unsurprisingly, was the Scottie dog. Harry chose the battleship and snickered when Snape picked the top hat.

Harry had no idea where Severus had got the game from or how he seemed to know everything about it, but he wasn’t complaining. It was unbelievably surreal to be sat around a coffee table with Sirius and Severus and not have to physically separate them.

After an uneventful start to the game, Harry relaxed, and began to enjoy it. Sirius rolled eleven from Vine Street, which he’d delightedly snapped up after checking that it was indeed the one remaining property Snape needed to complete his set of oranges. His lover’s angry grimace quickly turned into an amused smirk as Sirius’ dog whined and slunk towards the ‘Go To Jail’ square.

“If only fifty galleons had been all it took to get out of Azkaban,” Sirius grumbled, handing his money over to ‘Snape the Banker’ who filed it away gleefully.

Snape snatched up the dice and threw them with an elaborate flick of the wrist, ignoring Sirius’ eyeroll in favour of watching his piece skid along and stop on Mayfair.

“I do believe I should like to purchase,” Snape announced smugly, licking a fingertip to separate the paper money and counting out the required £400.

“You’re only buying it because I’ve got Park Lane!” Sirius protested.

The little blue card flew out of the stockpile and nestled itself rather cosily amongst the myriad of other properties Snape had brought.

Harry wasn’t feeling very confident. He only had the Electric company and two stations, and everyone knew the Electric company was crap, and stations were only really worthwhile if you had all four of them. His go landed him on Free Parking; another square he had no use for.

Sirius nudged his dog who had been enjoying a nap behind the prison bars and threw the dice. A seven took him to Community Chest and he rubbed his hands together and grinned as he reached out and plucked the top pink card from the deck.

“For the love of Merlin!” he shouted, turning it round for them to see.

Snape roared, actually roared with laughter. Both Sirius and Harry were struck dumb by the sound and for a moment, Sirius appeared to forget his predicament at being immediately returned to jail. Snape continued to chuckle and summoned the brandy bottle, pouring another glass.

“My go is it?” he coughed out between sips, “before I roll, I propose a trade. Black: I wish to swap Vine Street for Park Lane and Piccadilly Circus for Euston Road and Whitechapel.”

Sirius spluttered into his beer bottle, “That will give you three sets!”

“Indeed, though without a trade, you will still have none, and I already own the red set.”

Snape steepled his fingers under his chin and looked for all the world like a bonafide property tycoon. Harry thought it was rather a sexy look on the man.

“I’ll want £300 cash as well,” Sirius huffed, eyeing his dwindling cash pile.

“Deal,” Snape said, rather quickly, and the bargained cards and money flew around the board before settling into their new places.

“Now,” he continued, “Potter. I also have a proposition for you.”

Harry snuck a sideways look at Sirius who was deeply engrossed in reading the rents on his newly acquired purple set and returned his gaze to Snape, smirking his approval at the use of the word ‘proposition’.

Snape’s cheeks reddened slightly and he cleared his throat, “My proposition, Potter, is to sell you the light blue set and two stations for the particularly generous sum of – let us say – two pounds?”

“Two pounds?!”

Harry’s nose quivered with the effort of not snorting out a laugh at Sirius’ outrage.

“Two pounds for an entire set and two stations? Are you out of your mind?! You didn’t charge me two pounds!”

“Deal,” Harry choked out, revelling in Snape’s secretive smirk.

“This is ridiculous!”

“Are you doubting my business acumen, Black?” Snape drawled, running his finger down the purchasing price of his red set.

“Doubting your sanity,” Sirius muttered, “whose go is it anyway?”

“Mine, and I should like to purchase houses on Fleet Street, The Strand, and Trafalgar Square.”

“Merlin, anything else you’d like to do before you actually get around to throwing the dice?”

Snape fixed Harry with a smouldering gaze, “Yes, but since we have company and are in the middle of a game, it would be considered wholly impolite.”

Harry lasted another twenty minutes before the combined forces of Snape and Black wiped his little empire out. He watched the rest of the game which seemed to go on for hours, before Sirius landed first on Bow Street, threw a double one for Marlborough Street, and a six for Trafalgar Square. Each of Snape’s properties were beautifully furnished with hotels, and the triple hit wiped his Godfather out.

Harry yawned and smiled sleepily at his victorious lover, patting Sirius consolingly on the shoulder before announcing he was off to bed. The two men looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, then Sirius made his excuses and went to use the bathroom, during which time Snape cleared the game away and headed for their bedroom.
Pulling the blankets over them, Harry snuggled up and stroked the wispy hairs on Snape’s chest.

“That was brilliant, the game I mean, and having you both get on. Really, it was just great.”

Snape made a non committal noise and pulled him closer, fingers brushing up and down his spine.

“Oh very funny, Snape!” Sirius shouted from the other bedroom, “Ha bloody ha.”

Harry leant back and found the glittering black eyes, “What did you do?”

“I merely provided him with en-suite facilities,” Snape said, adopting a hurt look.

“How?” Harry said menacingly.

Before Snape could answer, their bedroom door flew open and a bright yellow Pooper-Scooper landed on the duvet, followed quickly by a pair of plastic gloves.

“Well that’s gratitude for you,” Snape said haughtily, “but no more than I’d expect from someone who enjoys chasing their own tail.”

Harry let his head thump none too gently against Snape’s bony ribs and tried not to let the deep chuckle infect him.

***

Twenty four hours later, Harry collapsed into bed and let out a long, long sigh. Sirius had gone and the day had, for the most part, been absolutely lovely. His Godfather had taken him for a spin on his motorbike and Harry had loved every minute of it. He had been so pleased that despite Snape’s obvious reservations, the man had said nothing when they’d left and that his concern was etched into a deep frown, but not objectively voiced. Lunch had been great too.

He and Sirius had met up with Ron and Hermione, and exchanged all the usual gossip but Harry had missed Snape’s presence, though he couldn’t blame him for not wanting to go, and he hadn’t made a fuss when Snape politely but firmly declined to join them. Best of all, Sirius had invited Harry, and, on the condition he brought the Monopoly for a rematch, Severus, to visit him at his latest business venture, a nudist colony in the South of France. Harry had already known about it but neglected to mention it to Severus, who had promptly choked on a Marks and Spencer Beluga canapé. Harry hadn’t realised just how expensive his lover’s tastes in food were becoming. After some more manly back slapping with Harry and a curt nod in Snape’s direction, Sirius had departed.

Harry smiled contently into the pillow as the bedsprings creaked under Snape’s weight.
“So, brat, did the weekend fulfil your expectations?”

“Mmm,” Harry rolled onto his side and wormed his hand underneath the covers, “mostly.”

“Mostly,” Snape repeated, “and what particular aspect of it did you discover lacking?”

“Well, I haven’t seen much of this since Friday.”

Harry’s fingers grasped Snape’s cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Snape snorted, “Nor were you likely to with Black here.”

Harry made a perfect circle with his thumb and forefinger, “I suppose it’s too much to ask that you might call each other by your first names someday?”

“Potter, I scarcely use your given name.”

“Except when you scream it and fill my arse.”

“I most certainly do not scream,” he said sternly, letting his unrestricted arm hang off the bed and search around for his wand.

“What are you doing?”

“I believe,” Snape said, “that the time has come to punish you for your misdemeanour.”
“What mis – Fucking hell!”

Harry’s hand was dragged off of Snape’s erection and his wrist tightly bound with silvery strips of cord. As was, in turn, his other wrist and both his ankles. Another flick of the wand pulled them tightly in opposing directions leaving Harry completely spread-eagled.

“Interesting,” Snape drawled, scrutinising his groin, “it would appear you have a previously undisclosed fetish for being tied up.”

Harry’s verbal protests were pathetic; his cock was painfully engorged. No amount of denial would contradict the evidence.

Wicked fingers stroked up the insides of his thighs. He squirmed as a fingernail brushed his balls, retreating as quickly as it had begun.

“Severus,” Harry whined, “don’t tease me, please!”

Snape smirked and continued to draw invisible patterns across Harry’s stomach, groin, hips, thighs; everywhere except his cock. He sucked in one of the perky pink nipples, swirling his tongue over the raised bump before letting it go and blowing.

“Nngh!”

The heavily flushed length leaked clear fluid onto Harry’s abdomen, and Snape shifted suddenly towards it, lapping at the wet patch. Harry tried to thrust his cock closer to Snape’s mouth but the restraints held firm.

“God, if you don’t touch me soon I’m going come!” Harry protested, groaning as Snape looked up at him and smirked.

“No, you will not. Perhaps additional restriction is necessary to ensure such a disastrous conclusion does not come to pass.”

Snape leant across him and rifled through the bedside drawer, extracting a brown paper bag and revealing its contents.

“What the hell is that?!” Harry squeaked, pulling futilely at his bonds.

“Dear me, Potter, you are even more naive than I had dared to hope.”

“I – I know what it is,” he spluttered, “but you sure as hell didn’t get that at the pet shop!”

Snape looked revolted, “I should think not.”

Harry’s eyes widened as Snape laid the silver butt plug on the bed and clinically lathered up his fingers with lube.

“What are you going to do?”

Snape smiled in a very unnerving way, and Harry knew he was done for.

“Please, don’t – that’s not fair, I mean, I never – oh fuck – “

A single greased finger pushed into him, and Harry cried out, frustrated at not being able to bear down on it.

“Severus, please! I know what you’re going to do and – oh God – “

Another digit firmly eased in alongside the other. Harry’s cock seemed to vibrate of its own accord thanks to the stimulation in his arse, but Snape was stretching him carefully, determinedly avoiding brushing his prostate.

The most optimistic outcome, Harry thought, was that Severus’ very swollen erection would be too much for the older man to ignore, and that as soon as Harry was prepared, he would crumble under the pressure and plunge himself into Harry’s tight hole. Since it was his only hope, Harry decided quickly to cajole things in that direction.

“Look at you. You’re so hard. Wouldn’t it feel fantastic just to sink your cock inside me? I know you want to, you’re as close to coming as I am. You’ve made your point, really you have.”

Snape withdrew his fingers and gave his stiff prick a long, languorous stroke that made both of them moan aloud.

“And what point would that be, Mr Potter?” he growled, working more lube into his taut flesh. The action gave Harry a small flicker of hope that he might get away with it after all.

“You know, that tying people up isn’t a nice thing to do. I mean, it is nice in the right circumstances, but what I did wasn’t er, nice, and I’m sorry about that but it was – “

Harry trailed off as Snape released his cock, the thick head of it bouncing against his stomach and smearing pre-come through the dark patch of hair. More lube found its way onto the butt plug and Harry whimpered loudly when Snape eased it in. The silver was cold and the fullness almost unbearable.

“And just as a precautionary measure,” Snape said pointedly, holding up a small strip of leather to Harry’s wild gaze, “this should serve to keep you...interested...until I return.”

“Return?? Return from where? Where are you going?” Harry yelled, trying to buck his useless hips out of Snape’s reach. Evil bastard! With malicious glee, Snape secured the leather cock ring into place and got off the bed.

It was all wrong! He shouldn’t be this turned on by Severus standing in the doorway, admiring his handiwork and looking all sexy and naked and so goddamn fucking hard! Surely he wouldn’t leave him here like this!

“Please, don’t go, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t leave me like this, God, Severus I want you, I want you so much! Let me suck you! Come here and I’ll do it, or fuck me or – God!” Harry’s voice was rising higher than his painfully erect cock. He knew he was babbling but he couldn’t help it; the idea that he might be left tied up and made to wait was bloody awful.

“Where did you go?” Snape said in a low voice, not helping quench Harry’s sexual dehydration by touching himself.

“When?”

“When you so irresponsibly left me tied up and alone with your Godfather.”

“I – er,” For a moment, Harry couldn’t remember, he really couldn’t. His brain felt like a soggy sponge, “I oh God, I think – I went to the coffee shop!” he finished triumphantly.

“Ah yes, I can see the appeal. I think perhaps I might do the same.”

Snape started to move towards his clothes. Harry knew damn well the shop was shut this late on a Sunday evening.

“Don’t! I’ll – I’ll do the coffee run, every day, just please don’t make me wait!”

Snape hitched an eyebrow and Harry could swear the bastard’s lip was curling too, “Every day? For how long?”

“A week?”

The older man gave a slight shake of his head and retrieved his boxers.

“Alright! A month then!”

Snape stalled for just a second, but then placed a leg inside the black underwear.

“Bloody hell!! Six months!”

Finally, the boxers were dropped back to the floor and Snape sat on the edge of the bed. Harry noticed his lover’s erection hadn’t suffered any.

“Christ, you drive a hard bargain,” Harry sighed in relief, eyes fluttering closed as warm hands pressed against his chest.

“I’ll drive something hard, brat,” Snape growled in his ear before claiming his mouth in a heated kiss.

Harry moaned as his lip was seized between Snape’s teeth. He could feel his entrance pulsating around the butt plug, demanding more, craving something warm and fleshy.

“Severus, take that thing out and fuck me. Hard.”

Snape sat back, his gaze so molten Harry couldn’t believe they hadn’t both spontaneously combusted yet. With infinite care, he removed the plug. Harry felt extremely self-conscious when Snape dropped to his elbows, as though closer inspecting just how thoroughly stretched Harry was, then let out a yelp as a hot, wet tongue teased the loosened muscle.

“Oh God, let me come, let me come!” Harry shouted, writhing against the bonds. Snape ignored him and continued to slip his tongue in and out, adding a finger alongside it and finding his prostate with practiced ease. Harry strained to watch but Snape’s face was obscured by his satiny black hair. He trailed it across Harry’s groin and thighs, maddeningly tickling him with each thrust of tongue and fingers.

Harry’s prick had never ached so badly for release. His breathless whimpers and balled-up fists seemed to spur Snape on, driving his tongue inside with short, hard stabs. Eventually he dragged himself away, crawled up Harry’s body to meet his mouth, resting on one elbow as his other hand brought his cock to press lightly against the loose, sopping hole.

“This,” he said in his breathy, velvet voice, “is not going to last long.” He licked a bead of sweat from Harry’s temple.

Harry lifted his hips as far as he could, crying out as Snape sheathed himself completely.

The moment stretched out whilst Snape held himself still and Harry found his breath, clenching his muscles around the pulsing shaft. Snape pulled out a little way, paused, and pushed back in. Harry could feel every glorious ridge sliding along his passage. Without warning, Snape slipped his hand around Harry’s cock and gave it a long, hard stroke. Harry caught the cry of surprise in his throat and thrust upwards into the warm palm. Briefly, Snape let go and released the leather cock ring, unable to get his fingers back around Harry’s cock, before it shot forth a powerful spray of liquid.

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut and his head hit the pillow as his orgasm consumed him. Snape stared at his hand, dripping with Harry’s come and quickly dropped it back to the bed to support his weight. With Harry’s arse contracting around him, he slammed his hips as hard as he could and surrendered to his own climax with a satisfied grunt that echoed Harry’s name.

Harry wished his arms were free so he could wrap them around the shaking older man squashing his chest but he settled for straining his neck to kiss the damp black hair instead. The warmth spreading through his insides made him smile contentedly, and the soft caress of Snape’s fingers along his ribs turned it into a grin.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist fucking me straight away,” Harry said cheekily, pressing his lips to Snape’s temple.

Snape let out a last, shaky breath and raised his head, “Perhaps. But there is no reason not to leave you bound now that I have.”

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