A Soul Within

I would like to apologize for the delay in posting this chapter. My laptop and my muse decided to take a holiday - luckily I had my stories saved on a flash drive. Not sure where I’ll be taking the men after this chapter. Any suggestions?

I’d like to thank Hali for nit-picking this chapter for me. Digitallace was busy at the time, so I had to pass the quill on to another.


Chapter Nine


“So you didn’t bring the basilisk to the Chamber?” Harry asked, rubbing his hands together to warm the salve before kneeling at Salazar’s feet on the bed. Though he was more confident after doing this for several days, his face still flushed whenever he has to rub the salve higher up Salazar’s body. Just the past day he’d had to hide his reaction to putting his hands on Salazar.

Salazar just smirked, knowing that talking helped Harry keep his mind off of what he was doing. “No. Tallis,” he hoarsely replied, his voice still rough after so many years of disuse.

“Ah, right, your dragon. I’d forgotten I’d read that. We’ll have to find out what happened to him,” Harry said, massaging higher up the leg. “It grew to be quite fearsome, the basilisk that is. It was too bad really. It was a good guard for your chambers.”

“Killed it,” Salazar said, wiggling his toes to get the feeling back in them.

“Had to, it could have killed someone instead of just petrifying them. I guess it was stupid to go against something like that when I was only twelve. I almost died that day, of course that wasn’t the first. Merlin, you’d think I was some kind of feline, what with nine lives and all,” Harry chuckled, shrugging the whole episode off. “The fang of the creature helped destroy Voldie so it was a good thing I killed it when I had to.”

“No more,” Salazar spoke up.

“No more what? No more basilisks? Well that’s true. Don’t plan on going against one of those anytime soon,” Harry replied, moving up to the knee.

“No. No more . . . dangerous . . . ”

“Salazar,” Harry smiled, leaning down to place a tender kiss on Salazar’s kneecap. “You know I can’t promise anything like that. Trouble seems to follow me no matter how much I want to flee from it.” He paused as he saw the worry in Salazar’s eyes, feeling his own soften in response. “I will do my best though.”

“All I ask,” Salazar smiled, nodding his head and watching Harry’s hand move up his thigh to the towel that covered his hips.

He let out a small groan when Harry removed his hands before moving back down to the foot of the bed to start on the other leg. It was an agonizing few minutes of pleasurable bliss as warm hands kneaded his leg muscles. He leaned his head back against the pillows, savoring each and every stroke as Harry manipulated his skin. He was quite thankful for magical salves, in that he was able to feel and move more after every treatment that Harry gave him.

Harry’s lips curled up into a grin when he felt Salazar’s hips lift as his hands moved higher, just edging under the towel. He met the heated grey eyes and slowly shook his head as his hands lifted to touch Salazar’s waist, kneeling between the other’s legs, his eyes lingering on the steadily rising length beneath the towel before him.

“Missed,” Salazar murmured huskily.

“Didn’t miss, just leaving that for after,” Harry replied with a smirk, firmly rubbing the salve onto Salazar’s stomach and sliding down to his sides. His fingers stroking, thumbs caressing the slightly raised scars.

He had grown to love this part of Salazar’s recovery. He remembered the way the older brunette had felt in his dreams, but being able to touch and caress the body of the actual man would always surpass a fantasy. His jeans began to feel tighter in the hips as his cock hardened at Salazar’s moan. When Harry had become distracted, he allowed one of his fingernails to scrape against a pale brown nipple.

“Harry,” Salazar huskily moaned, his hands coming up to stop Harry’s on his chest. He slid a hand up Harry’s arm to slide behind his neck and pull him closer, the other he guided down his stomach and under the towel.

Harry stared into the heated pools of grey, leaning into the hand that cupped his cheek. He bent down over the bearded face and nuzzled his own soft cheek against his love’s. “Too soon,” he breathed against Salazar’s mouth.

“Need you,” Salazar pleaded, moaning when Harry’s fingers finally wrapped around his cock.

Harry’s eyes darkened in passion as he gazed down at Salazar for a few moments, taking in the flushed face and panting breaths. He chastely brushed his lips against an eager mouth, both moaning at their first taste of each other. What started out as slow and sweet soon escalated into hungry, possessive kisses. Kisses that would be an addiction for him, an addiction that only Salazar could provide. Harry brushed his tongue against Salazar’s lips, groaning when the other’s tongue slid against his own. His fingers tightened around Salazar’s length, stroking slow and steady.

Salazar felt Harry’s thumb glide wetly against the head of his cock. “Don’t stop . . . please,” he breathlessly panted when Harry pulled back.

Harry raised his upper body, bracing himself with one hand on the side of Salazar’s head. He watched Salazar’s hands fall to the sheets, weakly grasping the material in his fists, his head thrown back against the pillows. Green eyes looked down as his hand quickened the strokes up and down the other’s hard length, his own cock heavy with need. “Gods . . . Sal . . . want you,” he groaned.

“Ah . . . Harry,” Salazar weakly cried out as his cock pulsed in Harry’s hand, shooting a stream of cum across his stomach.

Harry closed his eyes, leaning his head against Salazar’s shoulder, trying to calm the fire within him. He had been so close to cumming himself after watching Salazar fall apart and without a single touch to his own cock. He placed a soft kiss to the older man’s shoulder before raising his head to look into Salazar’s eyes. “Well, not much more reviving of that muscle,” Harry huskily said.

“If you say so,” Salazar smiled.

“Now, do you think I could finish?” Harry smirked after giving a brief kiss to Salazar’s lips, reluctantly pulling back in case he got carried away again. Then he helped Salazar shift over onto his stomach so he could rub the salve onto the back of the Slytherin’s body. He reached down to adjust his erection before leaning down to start on the back of the leg, his eyes often straying to the backside in front of him.

~*~

Salazar lounged back on the bed. He had a mountain of pillows behind his head and back so he was able to sit up comfortably while he read through Wizarding Weekly. Draco had brought up a few months of past issues so he could catch up with current events. He had also brought him The Story of Harry Potter that was published a few years ago by an anonymous writer, much to the disgruntlement of Harry. Harry knew of the book and admitted to a lot of it being true. It gave Salazar another perspective on the life of his soul mate.

The sound of an owl screeching from the open patio door broke his concentration. The owl flew to the table at the side of the bed. Salazar reached out to untie the letter from the birds leg then jerked his hand back when the owl tried to bite his hand. “Damn bird,” he muttered.

“She just has to get used to you, Sal,” Harry laughed, coming into the room wearing a pair of pajama bottoms that hung precariously low on his hips, his chest bare and a towel slung over his shoulders. Harry had been taking a lot of showers as of late, especially after the salve treatments.
Salazar closed the book as Harry sat on the edge of the bed, meeting him halfway when his lover leaned over for a kiss. He gripped the edges of the towel to pull Harry closer.

Harry smirked as he felt the tug around his neck, his hand skimming over the soft material of the T-shirt that he’d given to Salazar. He let his lips linger on Salazar’s for a brief kiss before pulling back when the owl screeched again to get their attention. “Should probably get that,” he softly said, giving Salazar another kiss.

Salazar let Harry sit back and watched, slightly annoyed, as the owl let the younger male take the letter from its leg with no fuss, no bites. “Who’s it from?” he asked, sliding his hand up Harry’s leg to his thigh.

Harry’s hand went over Salazar’s to stop its wayward path and grinned as he opened the letter. “It’s from Ron and Hermione. I told you about them.” Harry skimmed through the short letter.

“Do they know about me?” Salazar asked.

“They know that I’ve been seeing someone, and that we’re getting to know one another. I firecalled her a few nights ago and told her I was doing okay,” Harry replied. “I didn’t tell them about the soul stone, or you. Not that I don’t want them to meet you, it’s just that I’ve liked having you to myself. And to tell them that I’m in a relationship with the Salazar Slytherin will be a bit much for them to get used to. I trust them completely and I know they wouldn’t spread it around, which, by the way . . . how are we going to have you come out to the public?”

“I could be a direct descendant of myself,” Salazar smirked, causing Harry to think he’d already given this a lot of thought. “It’s not uncommon for pureblood families to pass down names, and my appearance looks somewhat different from the books and portraits that are around.”

Harry laughed. “You did age well,” he joked. “You think you’re robbing the cradle a bit here?”

“Perhaps a little,” Salazar laughed, pulling Harry to him so that he could lay with his back against Sal’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and began to trail his hand across the smooth chest.

Harry snuggled into Salazar’s arms, his fingers stroking against the hand that lay on his stomach. “We could arrange to have dinner with them. Maybe Draco could host it in the castle here so we wouldn’t have to go too far. I’m sure you’ll have recovered more in a week. You’re already starting to walk around a little. In a few days time maybe we’ll venture to Hogsmeade or something.”

Salazar leaned in and nuzzled his face against the side of Harry’s head, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his mate. “Smell good,” he softly said, kissing the side of Harry’s neck.

Harry tilted his head back. “Mm . . . feels good,” Harry softly replied when Salazar began to gently nibble onto the side of his neck.

Salazar smiled into the damp skin of his soul mate’s neck when Harry let out a small whimper when he nibbled on a spot just below the ear. He shifted his hips forward as his hands pulled Harry back more firmly against him, holding him close. His hand slid up Harry’s chest, the other resting on Harry’s hip, his thumb dipping into the pajama bottoms to caress the warm skin.

“You have been avoiding me Harry,” Salazar softly said by Harry’s ear, his lips never far from Harry’s neck as his hands caressed the firm stomach and chest of his lover. “I wake up in the mornings with you warm against my back or my side. I feel you hard against me, as I am for you. I love the way you touch me, bring me pleasure, but when I try to touch you as you do me,” Salazar glided his hand over the pajama bottoms, palming the growing hardness, “you turn the tables and pleasure me.”

“Are you complaining?” Harry huskily asked, turning his head to look up at Salazar. He reached up and stroked the side of his love’s face.

Salazar brought up his hand from Harry’s chest to cup the side of his face, his other slowly stroking his hand up and down Harry’s clothed cock. “I would never complain about that,” he smiled, kissing the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I know why you avoid this,” his hand slid up and under the pajama bottoms, his fingers trailing down to the pubic hair. “You think that I am not ready, that my body has not healed enough.”

Harry reached down to place his hand over Salazar’s over his pajama bottoms. “I did not want to hinder your recovery.” Harry broke his gaze from Salazar’s, looking down. “I do want you Salazar, Merlin . . . I want you so much that it hurts sometimes, but what if . . . ”

Salazar stroked the side of Harry’s face, gently guiding his head back up to look him in the eyes. “What if what, Harry?”

“In our dreams it was the most intense, erotic experiences of my life. What if it is not like that in real life? I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You are afraid I will not be satisfied with you as I was in our dreams?” Salazar asked, a small smile coming to his mouth. “Harry, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He leaned in to kiss the corner of Harry’s mouth again, slowly trailing kisses down to his ear, to his neck. “I have been in a constant state of arousal with you around. I have no doubt that being with you intimately will be just as amazing now as it was in our dreams.”

Harry arched his neck back as he snuggled back into Salazar’s arms. He felt a warm tingle of magic brush over his lower body, then a coolness as his pajama bottoms magically disappeared.

“Merlin . . . you are a sight,” Salazar groaned, looking down at the body bared before him. “Did you pleasure yourself after you pleasured me Harry? Did you stroke yourself thinking of how I felt, how I tasted when you licked the cum off of my stomach, off my chest?” He wrapped his fingers around Harry’s length, slowly stroking up and down. “Did you imagine me touching you like this, nice and slow, bringing you closer and closer to completion, or my lips, my tongue tasting you.” Salazar’s thumb brushed against the glistening head of Harry’s erection, as his other hand slid down to Harry’s thigh, slowly gliding further down between smooth legs.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against Salazar’s shoulder, the scenes Salazar’s words inspired flowing erotically through his mind. A low moan escaped dry lips when Salazar brushed his thumb against the head of his cock, his hips thrusting up into the loose fist. A warm hand slid to the inside of his thigh, gently guiding him to spread his legs.

Salazar reached further down and lightly brushed his fingertip against Harry’s hole. Harry’s leg went over his thigh, his foot flat against the sheets as his hips thrust up. “Lubricus,” he softly incanted, his own moans muffled against the side of Harry’s neck when the smaller male began to writhe back onto his cock.

“Mmm . . . I have imagined how tight you would feel around me,” he slipped his finger slowly into the lubricated hole, “mmm ... as I slowly inch my way inside of you. You would grip me tightly as I buried myself deeper and deeper inside, over and over again, your legs wrapped around my thighs as I thrust into you slow and easy, then fast and hard so that you would feel me the next day. Or you sitting astride of my thighs, your body writhing against mine as you ride my cock.”

Salazar’s finger was joined by another, thrusting in and out, deep and slow. Harry turned his head to have his mouth hungrily devoured by Salazar’s, a deep moan vibrated low in his throat when thick fingers began to hit relentlessly on his prostate. “Sal . . . gods . . . good . . . so good,” Harry panted, his hand gliding down his stomach, his chest to wrap around his cock. His strokes were long, hard, and slick as his precum coated his hand with every upstroke, thrusting up into his hand as he pushed down further onto the thrusting fingers inside of him.

Salazar drew back from the kiss, his gaze riveted on the sight of Harry so close to the edge. His lips were red and swollen from their hungry kisses, his face and chest flushed, his stomach and legs trembling with the need to let go. He reached down between their bodies and rubbed against his cloth covered cock. It was the sound of Harry’s moan, the tight channel pulsing around his fingers, and a few hard strokes against his own cock had him cumming inside of his pajama bottoms. He slowly withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around Harry’s body, pulling him closer as he shifted so they were both lying on their sides on the bed.

“Never doubt my feelings for you, Harry,” Salazar softly said as he reached up to brush the hair from the side of Harry’s face. He leaned in to give Harry a lingering kiss on the mouth. “You could never disappoint me, in life or in our dreams.”

Harry placed his hand on Salazar’s chest, smiling when he felt the steady heartbeat against his palm. “I am sorry for having doubts. I’ve just never felt this way before, as if my whole body, magic, heart and soul are consumed by one person. Gods . . . that sounded so girly didn’t it?” Harry laughed.

Salazar pulled Harry closer to him as he lay on his back. “I would never mistake you for being a woman Harry,” Salazar laughed, sliding his hand down to Harry’s backside when Harry snuggled closer to his side. “I feel the same. There will be no other but you.”

Harry lay his head on Salazar’s shoulder, his body lethargic. He placed a gentle kiss on Salazar’s neck. “Love you Sal’zar,” Harry mumbled tiredly.

“And I you, Harry,” Salazar whispered, kissing Harry on the top of the head before flicking his wrist to cleanse their bodies, then again to have the blanket slide up their bodies to cover them.

The candles around them slowly dimmed to a soft glow, letting the two soul mates sleep in peace.


tbc - sometime??