Control

AN: Two more chapters and the smut I promised- hope you like. And yes, we will get to the dom/sub stuff very soon. Tell me what you think. Any guesses to why Snape behaves the way he does? There are clues in the first chapter.


Ladylancelot


Intrusion

They had apparated to a small club in Edinburgh and once they stepped inside Harry wanted to leave. There were no witches around, only wizards who half naked swayed to the music on the dancefoor or made out at the bar. Slowly he followed Snape through the room and when he felt a touch on his but he spun around.

“Hey!” He stared at the wizard who was old enough to be his father affronted. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

The blonde wizard advanced a couple of steps invading Harry's personal space. “If such a young delicate thing as yourself shows up here dressed in such an outfit, I gotta be interested.”

Harry tried to back off but he found himself flushed against another body and to his horror he could feel the guy's erection against his back. Feeling like prey and not liking it, he reached for his wand but his hand was stilled by Snape.

“Don't,” he said softly and instead gave Harry a black necklace around his neck. Instantly the wizards showed a disappointed expression but they backed off and Harry exhaled.

He was glad to feel Snape steering him into the direction of a staircase that led to a deserted room which contained alcoves on every wall that were separated by black canopies floating in the air. There must have been a spell active because as much as he tried he could not peer inside.

“In here Potter,” Snape said from one of the entrances to an alcove. Obediently Harry crawled inside and found himself on a comfortable recliner and sighing he sat down.

Several pillows were spread all over and little torches were floating above them casting an orange light on both of them. Kicking off his shoes Harry tucked his feet in and visibly relaxed.

“I feel like a piece of meat,” he muttered clearly still upset.

Snape gracefully laid down next to Harry and smirked. “You are a piece of meat out there without a property tag Potter.”

Turning to older wizard Harry frowned. “A what?”

“A property tag,” Snape said and reached over to touch the black necklace around the boy's neck. When Harry did look none the wiser Snape huffed. “I claimed you.”

“You did what?” Harry looked positively affronted. “I am not an object.”

“In here you are but feel free to undo the necklace and try your luck with those customers out there.” Snape's black eyes smouldered with amusement.

Instinctively Harry shook his head. “No thanks. There are no witches in here. What is that place?” he asked looking around clearly intrigued.

With a flick of his wand two glasses with a bright green beverage appeared and Snape took one to have a sip.

“This is a gay club Potter.”

Harry had sipped from the remaining glass but sputtered once he heard Snape's words.

“A gay club? But I am not gay!” His green eyes were big as saucers.

Snape huffed. “I beg to differ.” When Harry's gaze remained shocked he sighed. “Obviously you are missing something in your life and I wonder what that is. Just enjoy it here and if for nothing else, see it as a study project.”

“You are gay, are you not?” the younger wizard asked softly.

Closing his eyes Snape nodded curtly but did not elaborate.

Feeling the tension between them Harry tried to change the subject. “What are these alcoves for?”

Snape grinned smugly clearly enjoying the new turn of their conversation. “Usually two or more wizards go in here to have sex Potter.”

All colour went out of Harry's face and he jumped up from the recliner as if burnt.

“You want to have sex in here? We could have stayed in your house,” he screeched.

“Oh stop it Pottter,” Snape grunted. “You might think I consider it appealing to be forced to have sex with you but I do not. I like my partners older, with some experience and docile. I usually do not bed virgin school boys.” He sounded pissed.

“Hey, I have my NEWTs,” Harry said clearly annoyed. “I am a grown up wizard and I am no longer a virgin.” Well, technically he was but he was not letting that on with Snape.

The potion master rolled his eyes. “If you were a reasonable adult wizard you would have never gotten us in this awkward situation. Do not expect sympathy from me because there won't be any. You brought this on yourself Potter and you will face the music.”

Now it was Harry's time to huff. “I apologize for saving your life.”

Sitting up Snape pointed a rude finger into Harry's direction. “And I have never asked you to. Why can you not let it rest and do not feel the constant obligation to save anybody around yourself! But no, Harry Bloody Potter is there to save the day.”

Harry's green eyes were blazing with anger now too.

“You are one to talk! You had to rush off to that stupid Death Eater summon when we were not sure if your cover had been blown. I would not have to save you in the first place if you had not dashed off to do your sacred duty as a double spy. It's like you wanted to die because you have no idea how to live the rest of your existence.”

His chest was rising and falling as he practically screamed the last sentence into Snape's murderous face.

“Oh that's great, coming from the boy who sits in his godfather's house the whole day not even bringing up the courage to change into his damn clothes! I am not the one who does not care that he is starving to bloody death from lack of will to live.”