Totem

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used here just the devious little mind making them dance.

//blah, blah, blah// - denotes thoughts
// ‘blah blah’ // Snape’s thought in Harry’s mind

Pairing: Snape X Harry, Harry X Snape

Summary: Harry retreats to Hogwarts after his latest battle seeking safety, comfort and something else…

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Totem


Chapt

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He was taking the young man, feeding on his life force as he plowed through the soft yielding flesh. The sobs and cries fell silent long ago and the body beneath him had finally stopped struggling to get away. His mind flashed to his disobedient servant. Anger at Snape filled him so that he took more and more from the one in his possession. His angry viscous pumping elicited a wet desperate whimper of protest. There was a knock at the door.

“Enter!” he belloweA yoA young woman hesitantly stepped in with a large book clutched to her chest. He didn’t stop his feeding for one moment. He felt the pleasure of her fear spill into room at the sight of his unrelenting brutality. “Well…I take it, ungh, that you found something. Arggggh!’ Voldemort finished his desire in her presence. Maybe if she was a good girl he’d do the same to her later. He preferred boys but every now and then the taste of a young women wasn’t disagreeable.

“Yes, umm, it’s in here.” Her wide eyes stayed on the boy in the bed, as the Dark Lord removed himself from him then stood and advanced on her. “There is a reference to an Egyptian spell, one that has been dormant for almost 2000 years, as far as they can tell.” As he came near she closed her eyes and tried not to cower. “It says the life force of an entity under the influence of this spell cannot be taken.”

Voldemort took the book from her and rest a hand on her shoulder. She trembled under his touch. Yes. He would call for her later. “GO.”

She turned on her heals and all but ran from the room.

“You shouldn’t play with your food, my Lord.” came a week voice.

“Luscious, if I want your opinion I’ll beat it out of you.” Voldemort turned back to the to see Malfoyallyally conscious and sitting on the floor up against the couch. The Dark Lord strode over with the book and sat above him. “So he is under the influence of a spell that has not been used for 2000 years. How…interesting. What should that tell us?”

Luscious leaned against the ancient man’s legs. “He is a spy.” He nuzzled against his master’s cold body.

The old man hissed. “You say that about everyone.” He turned the book over and over in his hands as he mused out loud. “What is this spell that makes you impervious to my desire? You would not willing withhold yourself would you? Maybe someone did this to my Severus?”

“Potter.” Luscious ran a blood caked hand between the legs of his master. Hiad sad swam. He had lost a great deal of blood this last time that his lord had beaten him. The voices in his head were getting louder. They were begging him to leave this place, to run away and never be near his lord again. He cringed at their insistence and sank against Voldemort’s body.

“Hmmm, Potter… Perhaps. That would indicate he either suspects my servant of treason to his order or…. that Severus has been a very bad boy indeed.” Voldemort looked down at Luscious. He stoked man’man’s stained hair. “You need something, pet?”

Luscious nodded. “Please make them stop.” He clung to the Dark Lord.

“The voices want you to run away dotheythey?” Voldemort’s nails scrapped down the side of the man’s neck as he leaned over to whisper in his ear.

Luscious heard the words of the spell that held him sink into his being. They end hid his body and strangled his heart. The voices died away and all that remained was his insatiable lust for the man hinghing him.

Voldemort pushed Luscious away from him. “I need to know more. Clear away the rubbish on the bed and tell the library to find me that spell and how to break it. I shall have one last night with my dear Severus, then we will find out the truth.”

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A familiar sound filtered into Harry’s sleeping mind. It was a sweet melody that he could not find the words for, still, the tune ran throughout him. Fine fingers gently stoked his hair. He smiled in his sleep shifting his head into the touch.

Snape watched Harry sleeping letting his mid drift on the notes of a song he had long forgotten. His fingers stoked the stands of salt and pepper hair. James never had hair like this. Then again he hadn’t had to face half of the things his son had. He wondered what the man would have thought of Harry’s choice of…lovers? Is that what they were? It really felt like so much more than that to Snape. Lovers came and went. This felt as if it had always been and would always be. The spell. Eternally bound. Was that the difference? No matter, if this was how it felt to be bound to Harry forever he was happy to be so. Dazzling green eyes open and smiled up at him.

Harry felt himself peacefud cod content upon seeing Snape next to him. //He was watching me sleep. // The thought prompted a large gin and small giggles as his insides went all wiggly. He closed his eyes and bent his head in shame. “Sorry,” Harry whispered half-heartedly. He felt like a lovesick schoolboy but he enjoyed the giddy feelings Snape could rouse in him. When the other man’s arms squeezed him tight he felt the ripple of muscles indicating that Snape was stifling a similar feeling. This fed Harry’s giggles into full-blown laughter. It was mere seconds before the two men were hitting and slapping at each other in loud fits of laughter for no reason other than they were happy together.

“BRAT!!! Ssstop…it…I I t brt breath! CAN’T BRREEAAATH!” Snape struggled to get out.

Harry clamed down and let the man catch his breath. “Come on. I’m hungry. Let’s go have breakfast with Dumbledore.”

Snape was wiping the tears from his eyes. “Tired of my bed all ready?”

“Don’t count on it!” Harry headed to the washroom as Snape slowly got up. His wounds were already healed thanks to Poppy and Harry. His eye caught the mirror. Even the long bruise on his face was fading. He pulled on some clothes and then went into the study to wait for Harry.

Harry came out dressed and found Snape at the desk with the pensive reclaiming his memories. “Which ones did you take out?”

“You mean you didn’t look?” Snape flashed a fake scowl of disbelief at Harry.

Harry went a little red remembering a particular incident, “NO!”

“Just things the Dark Lord shouldn’t see, that’s all. The incantation of the spell a few other little things.” Snape tried to reassure Harry as they made their way out the door.

The two men found Dumbledore in the Great Hall setting down to eat with Madam Pompfrey.

“Oh, Severus, you look well!” Poppy exclaimed, very pleased at his quick recovery.

“I agree. It seams our potions master has been receiving the utmost care from Mr. Potter.” The old wizard commented.

Snape glared at Dumbledore.

“Oh, Severus, do quit trying to turn me on,” said the headmaster as he reached coolly for the marmalade.

Harry and Poppy both snickered as the two men then launched into a conversation about the up coming school year. It amazed Harry how normal this felt. They were sitting down to eat together, talking and laughing as if their lives were perfectly mundane and normal. Never mind that hours ago Snape had been near death at the hands of the Dark Lord or that they were mysteriously bound together by a spell that had it’s own intent.
Life had never afforded him, too many ‘normal’ moments so he watched his lover closely, amazed that he hadn’t ever seen beyond the cold exterior before. As a student he never once thought of Snape as kind, caring or warm. Right now, talking with the headmaster, he was sarca and and rye but a genuine concerned about his students was apparent. Dumbledore had always defended Snape but Harry hadn’t known why. He obviously knew Snape on a level so few did. In the safety of Hogwarts, Harry felt Snape’s hand graze his on the table as the professor became more animated in his discussion. It was a small, insignificant toucho ono one but Harry would have ever noticed it but it meant the world to him. It stirred a devotion and longing for this man that Harry prayed would never leave him.

“This was a lovely breakfast gentlemen but I’m afraid my preparations for the school year will not take care on their own, so if you will excuse me.” Madam Pomfrey stood with a smile and the three men rose as she did giving her a nod. “If you need anything Severus I have a full store of pain elixir.”

“Yes, thank you Poppy.”

“I’m afraid I’m off too. The Ministry of Magic has requested my help in closing Trelawney’s case. They were less than happy with your hasty exit the other day.”

“Sorry, it was just….” Harry trailed off.

“Ludicrous…”Snape whispered.

“Ah well, they’ll get over it. I trust you two will not destroy the castle while I am gone?” the old man winked as he strode away.

“So… no wayward spells or dire requests for either of us…whetever shall we do today?” Harry turned to Snape.

“Well, unlike you, I have a job and I still need to prepare for the school year, so I will be in the forbidden forest gathering ingredients.” Snape stepped from the table and began to walk through the great hall with Harry following him.

Harry grabbed Snape’s hand and stopped him at the door. “Sure you wouldn’t rather go back for a late morning shag?”

“I can not spend my whole summer in a lateral position Har-“

Harry pressed the larger man against the wall. “Ah so you wanna do it standing up again…”

Snape slid his hand to the back of Harry’s neck, “You, Mr. Potter, as always are insufferable”

“And you, Professor, are irresistible.” Harry took Snape’s descending slender lips. He was pleased to feel the man’s tongue dive into his mouth on contact. Their bodies pulled together and Harry felt Snape’s arms close around him securely.

Snape took a good long taste of Harry before he pulled back. Harry’s head canted backwards and his eyes still closed when Snape parted them.

// ‘You’re incredible.’// Harry smiled and opened his eyes, “That’s not fair you know, being able to torment me like that.”

“Torment? I thought you liked my head inside you?”

“That’s a joke; a dirty, nasty little joke! Impressive.” Harry sneered at the taller man.

Snape coolly ignored Harry’s dramatic outcry. “Let’s go. Day light is wasting and the Dilly Weed only blooms one more day …”

***SnapSnape stood stretching backwards. He really was going to have to start that advanced potions class just for the sake of making his student do this for him. He looked around at his work. He’d gotten a good part of the flowers. He could just leave the rest to continue procreating.

“Done already?” Harry was wading towards him through the waist deep foliage.

“Mmmm just giving this tired old man a break.”

“You’re not old,” Harry said as he drew near. “You’ve just been a bit more active than normal.” He gave Snape a little nudge from behind.

“And how would you know what my ‘normal ‘ activity is?” Harry’s arms were wrapping around him from behind.

“Oooo, tell me!”

Snape pushed Harry away as he moved towards a clearing to sit.

“Come on, I want to hear all about the sexual adventures of Severus Snape, Master Lover!”

Snape laid back in the shade of the tree in the soft grass. “No.”

Harry plopped next to him. “Please, who was your first?”

“Mrst rst what?” he rest his arms over his eyes.

“Argh come on…first fuck, first love, give!” Harry poked the man in the ribs as he lay beside him.

“Those are decidedly two different things…” Snape sighed. Part him wanted to tell Harry everything and remove some of the burden of his life. The other half was screaming bloody murder that he was even considering it.

Harry felt the mood switch suddenly from one of playful teasing to something more serious. Dumbledore had said Snape wouldn’t talk about his past but he hoped that with their newfound closeness Snape would trust Harry with more than just his body.

Snape sighed and decided now was as good a time as any to drive Harry away with the truth. “My first… ‘fuck’… I have no idea. It was in a dark room with about 20 death eaters. Someone grabbed me and pulled me down. There wasn’t much of anything except a cock up my ass.” He looked over at Harry. “Not a very sweet memory, I’m afraid.”

Not only was it not sweet it was bitter as hell and unbefitting the tender man Harry had grown to see in Snape’s eyes. A twinge of pain plucked at Harry’s heart. He reached and touched Snape in consolation. “You deserved better…”

“Most people do. I wanted to be a death eater. It was part of breaking people, making them submit.” He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes tight not wanting to see the look on Harry’s face as he continued. “and I did what was done to me to countless others.” He let the weight of his confession spread between them. He didn’t have any right to hope Harry would understand.

Harry took hold of him getting as close to Snape as he could. //Iw yow you don’t want to talk about it. But I’m here and I’m not going away.//

Snape let Harry wrap around him. //Are you beginning to understand why I shouldn’t have this? Why I need to be punished forever? Do you really want myme tme to be your shame? This is only the beginning. //

“First times are usually overrated.” Harry whispered into Snape’s neck. They lay there in silence for a moment. “Draco.” Harry finally muttered.

Snape turned to look at him. The younger man’s eyes were distant and cold. He brought his arm around Harry and the man shifted closer.

“We bumped into each other the summer after graduation. Had a drink together, said he wanted to burry the hatchet. One drink turned into four then, god, I don’t know how many. We ended up in some dank back room. It hurt so bad,idn’idn’t think I’d ever want to do it again. I don’t think he mean to do it like that but…we haven’t spoken since. I guess there’s no need to.”

Snape rubbed Harry’s back slowly in a comforting fashion.

Harry looked up into Snape’s eyes. “Were you ever in love?”

“Once, a long time ago.”

“Who?” Harry asked quietly.

Snape braced himself as he remembered old feelings and longings; all the things he’d put away out of necessity and respect. “Albus.”

Harry looked at him thoughtfully. His mind brought forth the Headmaster’s tears over his friend’s suffering.

“It’s difficult.” Snape’s voice cracked a bit as his soft voice spoke. “He feels responsible for me being a death eater. I was still a student and when he rejected me. I didn’t realize what he did was only out of propriety and not a true manifestation of his feelings. Young and stupid as ever, I decided to hurt him as deeply as I could. I turned to Voldemort. When I came to my senses, I was too far inside; too far to get out, too far for any one to help me. I finally just showed up here in the middle of the night, much like you found me in the tunnel. He took me in and healed me. He changed everything.”

“Were you ever together?” Harry brushed the wetness from Snape’s solemn face.

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you together now?”

Snape paused. “I don’t know. Perhaps we constantly remind each other of our sins. Eventually our lives naturally parted and we came to the understanding that we have now. I care very deeply for him but…” he looked at Harry. “It was never anything like what I have with you.”

Harry sank into Snape’s mournful eyes. // I know.//

Snape’s hand came up to Harry’s face. His brow knitted in stern concentration. His thumb traced Harry’s cheek and then his lips. Harry was open to him while he still felt so closed. Their faces slowly came together. Snape spoke in a barely audible whisper, “How can you want me? I don’t understand…”.

Harry touched his lips to Snape’s, “You don’t have to understand, you just have to believe…” He kissed the man soft and sweet. His hands moved along the other’s body slowly.

Harry’s touch was so light and pure it moved him, drew him out. Snape felt the tender lips kiss each shuttered eye then move a his his cheeks. As he brushed back the strands of Snape’s hair, his fingers sent a pleasant warmth through Snape’s body. ‘There’s more you know. Things I can’t even bare to remember, much less speak of...”

Harry pressed his mouth to Snape’s ear. “Shhhh, I know, love. We have time for all of it. I promise you.” Harry kissed slowly down Snape’s neck to his collar. “I love you.” He urged Snape onto his back. His fingers deftly opened the front of Snape’s shirt and his hands stole inside to touch the smooth skin. Fingers sought out the nubs of flesh that would send sharp jolts of electricity through out Snape. He leaned down and pressed his ear to Snape’s chest listening to his steady beating heart and the quickening of his breath.

Snape let Harry lull him into a fine feeling of safety and assurance. He found the ache of his heart and the ache of his body merged into peaceful respite as Harry slowly pleasured him. Nimble fingers twirled around his sensitive flesh causing his blood to spike and his body to rise. He relinquished quick gasps of delight as Harry tweaked and teased him. Harry’s breath spilled hot across his stomach. His torment abated slightly as Harry left his stimulated nipples. There was a small tug at the button of his pants and a new feeling of excitement ran through him as his body was exposed to the open air.

Harry ran the palm of his hand over the newly engorged flesh, up one side, over the tip and down along it’s underside. “I love the feel of you in my hand,” he murmured wistfully. “You’re so full and heavy.” He wrapped his slender fingers around the fat erect pole and slid his fist up and down. He lay half on Snape’s chest, half curled in the grass engrossed in watching his hand glide along Snape’s precious length. He revered the feeling of the member within his grasp, “It’s so beautiful and strong.” There was pool of liquid forming on the end. Harry leaned forward and took it with his tongue. “Sweet and salty…” he kissed the tip lightly.

“Harry!” A tremor ran thought Snape. The delight of Harry’s attention made him writhe inside. “We sh-shouldn’t do this h-h-here…unnnngh….gahhh.” Snape could no longer speak. He was loosing control as Harry drew him close to the height of his desire.

// ‘Harry, we should go. Oh, shit! Oh, holy fuck, what are you doing to me?’//

Harry scraped the underside of Snape’s velvety pillar with his nails as his lips stroked just the tip. He felt somethirushrush against his ankle but gave it no heed. He was too enthralled with pleasing his love to notice anything other than Snape’s ragged breath and choked gasps.

Snape saw the vine twining around his wrist but he was immobid; sd; so near the cusp of climax he could do little more than try to link to Harry with his mind.

//’Stop. Harry, you have to stop.’// “UNGHH!”

Harry took Snape deep into his throat and fervently sucked him. He went down hard and fast making the cock hit painfully against the back of his throat. He placed his hands on the ground and pushed to give himself more leverage, more force. So intent was he on completing Snape that he gave no heed to the warnings trying to reach him.

Snape was grasping at the ground trying to keep the vines from winding around him but it was pointless as he fell under Harry’s undulations. His blood ran hot in his veins. The binding of the Devil’s Snare, the urgency to get free and the need to come mixed inside him like a drug. He let it take him. Harry could have him, the devils snare could enclose them as long as that elusive bliss would finally course through is desperate body.

Harry felt the approach of Snape’s completion. He gripped Snape’s thighs as he bobbed up and down fast as he could. The hips beneath him arched up suddenly and the thick cream filled his mouth. He drank it down in haste savoring the taste of lover. As he released Snape from his mouth he felt something snake around his stomach and panic filled him. “Severus?” He couldn’t move. He was bound in place. He craned hick ack around to see the thick vine twined around Snape’s arms and chest then over most of his own body.

“Don’t struggle.” Snape’s voice gravely and weak.

Harry lay still against Snape’s body and cursed his damn recklessness as they slowly sank into the earth.


~TBC~