The bargain

This story was written as a challenge from a cyber friend, Ali... I have never written pure slash before. This just came to me... yes,,, I am a very dirty girl...

NC-17 some light dominance and submission, with just a wee bit of cooercian tossed in for spice. Stir a few times and Viola! perverted soup....

JK wouldn\'t think of writing her characters herself. Isn\'t she lucky I will do it for her? Don\'t own them, wish I did...

please Read and give me a review, even a simple thumbs up or down would do... I have never done slash before and want to know if I hit the right note.


Severus Snape sat before the fire in his office and brooded upon the fickle twists of fate , his life, and the events of the last few months. Voldemort was dead. Killed by Harry Potter in an almost anticlimatic battle in the middle of this , his 7th year in Hogwarts. Severus was now free, no longer a prisoner to the fear that had dogged him all these long years. Fear of being found out, fear of torture, fear of death. All because of Harry bloody Potter.

Severus sighed. He hated Potter all right, but not for the reasons that everyone supposed. He hated him because of James. Not because he had hated James, but because in some twisted part of his black soul, he had loved him more. Severus had spied on James, Sirius, and Remus, not because he was jealous, but because he fantasied about kneeling before James, with James fucking his mouth with his cock. He dreamed of James\'s eyes looking down at him. James\'s hands clasping Severus\'s hair as he pistoned in and out. Severus dreamed of how James would taste, and how much power he would feel, when James poured his spunk down Severus\'s throat. Severus had had so many twisted fantazies about James, that often the reality merged with the fantasy and Severus wasn\'t really sure about what had really happened, and what he had just hoped had happened.

Severus knew that before James and Lily had gotten together, James had participated in casual buggery with Sirius and Remus. Once he had spied on them as Remus serviced James with his mouth and Sirius buggered James up the back. The look of pleasure mixed with discomfort on James face as Remus sucked and licked his cock, while Sirius fucked him in the arse with incredible force had excited Severus beyond belief. It had been a scene that Severus had dwelled on for days, while wanking himself into a stupor. Once, he had gone so far as to cook up Polyjuice potion, steal a hair from Remus and become him for an hour. Severus, as Remus, had grabbed James who was on his way to Quidditch practice, and gone down on him under the Quidditch stands. It had been wonderful, but not totally satisfying, because Severus had wanted James to look into HIS eyes, and call HIS name when coming. He at least knew how James tasted though....at least he had that.. Soon after that, James had started dating Lily. James had quit dallying with his friends and the opportunities for Severus dried up...All he had was that one memory of a quick sweaty suck and yet the taste lingered on his tongue, all these years later..

Now he saw Harry, looking so much like James, and wanted him so much he ached with it. His need for Potter was different though. With James, he had loved him and wanted him to be the dominate one, he wanted to service him night and day. Thinking only of James\'s needs. Severus had changed though, he no longer wanted to be the one in service to others. Voldemort and Lucius had changed that for him. Thinking of scenes of him servicing Lucius while the Dark Lord caused him untold pain had changed his sexuality. He now wanted to dominate, to have someone else at his mercy. Life, in a single delicious twist of irony had handed Severus the very thing he dreamed of.

Harry wanted to be an Auror. To be an Auror not only did he need to be in Advanced Potions, but he needed to pass it. With top marks. Severus\'s mouth twisted. Something he wasn\'t getting at the moment. Potter was due, any minute, to \'talk\' about his marks and his future as an Auror. Severus smiled, a dark...evil... smile. There it was, the opportunity to finally have the son in a way he had never had the father. For more than a quick suck under a Quidditch stand too.

The knock sounded at his study door, and Severus bid him enter. Harry came into the room, hesitantly, obvious discomfort and even fear showing on his young rather thin face. Severus studied him. Harry looked like James, but lacked James\'s cockiness. He was shy, tentative, which was interesting since this boy had triumphed where his father and so many others had failed. He had James\'s heigth, but was less bulky. More lean and lithe than muscular. James had been almost too big to be a Seeker, while his son had the perfect body for it. Same messy hair though, same long legs, same slightly sensous mouth with the thin upper lip a nice juxtiposition to the fuller lower lip. Severus felt himself get hard, thinking of what those lips could do, and soon would be doing, if he had his way about it.

Harry cleared his throat, and Severus realized he had been staring at him, for quite some time. Harry had a slight flush to his cheeks as though he knew the direction of Severus\'s thoughts. Severus cleared his throat and said, \" You looked flushed Potter. I am sorry if my study is hot, since the last battle I seem to chill easily. This conversation could go on for some time, so it might be a good idea for you to remove your robe.\" Severus used his tone to convey to Harry that this was not a request, but an order. Harry, knowing that this man held the future of his career in his hands complied. Removed his concealing robe to show the slacks and simple white shirt and tie that lay beneath it.

\" Sit down Potter, \" Severus said in his silky... threatening... dominating voice... Brooking absolutely no disobedience. Harry complied, gulping a little in fear as Severus stood from his own chair and began to stalk around Harry, his black robes billowing around his body, brushing Harry in a cool caress as he circled, reminding Harry of the wind created by a large bird of prey. Harry felt very small. Very vulnerable. This man, whom hated him, held his entire future in his hands.

Harry felt Severus stop directly behind him, and startled slightly as Severus\'s hands came to rest upon his shoulders. Not gently... Pressing him down so that he couldn\'t rise if he wanted to. Severus began to speak, \" What are we to do with you, Potter? \" As Harry made a squeak as if to speak, Severus hissed, \"Silence! You will listen. I will talk. Minerva tells me that you wish above all things to become an Auror. Don\'t speak, merely nod assent if that is so.\" Harry nodded slightly, nervously. Severus tapped a finger on Harrys shoulder, and then pressed his fingers a little more deeply into a pinch. \" Well Harry, we have a probem then. Your marks are simply not up to snuff. You don\'t apply yourself to the delicate art of Potions and you simply must pass this class in order to go on to Auror training. I would give you extra credit work in Potions, but you are likely to fail that also. So what are we to do with you? How far are you willing to go, to pass this class?\" This last sentence was said with a slight purr to it, Snapes hands sliding slightly forward on Harry\'s shoulders and pressing him back. Harry felt the sensations of powerful fingers on the front of his shoulders, and the hard length of Snape to his back. He was pinioned, not able to move.

\"You may now speak, Potter,\" said Snape silkily, \" What would you be willing to do to pass this class?\" Harry cleared his throat slightly and said, \" Anything, sir.... Anything.\"

Snape grabbed his shoulders and whipped the chair around, with Harry in it. Harry found himself looking up into Snapes black eyes, only inches from his face. Snape sneered ,\" I doubt that Potter. What I will be asking of you wont be easy... Or maybe even pleasant...at least at first. You will be forced to submit yourself to me. Do what I want you to do, without question. You will have no help from your friends or Dumbledore. This will be between you and me.\" He looked deep into Harry\'s eyes. \" Do you have the courage, the fortitude, to complete our bargain and gain what you wish?\" Snape asked, skeptically, playing on Harry\'s legendary daring in the face of adversity. He wanted the bargain struck before the full terms became known.

Harry felt his temper rise a bit, \" Yes, Professor,\" Harry bit out, \" I accept your terms and will do anything I have to in order to become an Auror.\"

Snape eased back a bit. Still holding onto Harrys shoulders. \" Then get your wand, Potter, We will make a magical contract on it.\" Harry retrieved his wand, Snape got his. They touched wands together and repeated the terms of the contract that Snape outlined. Till the end of the term, in this room, Harry would submit to all of Snape\'s demands and teachings without question. When the terms were spoken, and blue light engulfed them both and the contract was sealed.

\" Now, Harry,\" said Snape in an oily satisfied voice, \" If you fail to live up to the terms of this contract, in any way, it will be considered void and you will have failed the course and your hopes to be an Auror will never come to fruition. I doubt you will be able to do it. I am an exacting master. I guess you could always fall back and be a Quidditch player.\" Severus straightened up, removed his cape and coat and then leaned slightly against the desk where he had been standing.


\"Shall we begin, Potter?\" asked Snape. At Harrys curt nod, Snape smiled and said lazily. \" Then get down on your knees, before me.\" Harry looked at him with confusion. Snape smiled...an unpleasant and challenging smile. \" Failing on the very first order, Potter? I underestimated your lack of commitment.\"

Harry gave a slight frustrated growl and then got out of the chair and then got on his knees before Professor Snape. He was eye level with Snapes crotch and saw a hard lump behind the fabric of Snapes trousers. Harry let out an internal groan, as the reality of the situation began to hit him and the extent to which this bargain could be played out. Harry didn\'t think he was gay. To be honest he wasn\'t sure what he was. He had been so busy trying not to get killed these last 7 years that he hadn\'t had time for a few tentative kisses and gropings with girls and the occasional mutual wank that was common in all boy dorms. Harry had the feeling that Snape would require far more than a casual grope. Was being an Auror so important that he was willing to be Snapes little boy toy? Harry squared his shoulders. YES! It was all he had ever wanted to be, once he realised that there may be life after Voldemort. So Harry resigned himself, willing to go where Snape led.

Severus smiled, secretly to himself.. It didn\'t take Occlumency to see the play of thoughts and emotions run across Harry\'s face. He saw the second that Harry decided to submit, and a thrill ran through his body. Severus reached down, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his straining erection from his pants. It was red, angry looking... Not much longer than average but a bit thicker. Wiry black hair sprung up from the base and Harry could see a trail of black hair going up Snapes flat belly till it was obscured by the black shirt. Severus let his trousers fall to his knees and Harry saw legs that were thin, but muscular with a very light dusting of black hair on them. As Harry was making these observations. Severus leaned in, rubbing his penis over Harry\'s cheeks, leaving a trail of precum behind. He trailed his cock across Harry\'s lips and as Harry parted them slightly Severus pressed inward, giving Harry no choice but to open wider and accept the intruder.

Harry had never done this before, so Snape tutored him. Told him in hoarse tones where to lick, where to suck, how hard, how long... how deep. Harry found his nose pressed deep into Severus\'s pubic hair as his cock was rammed all the way down Harry\'s throat. Harry began to gag slightly, Severus eased up, and after Harry got a slight breath, Severus grabbed the back of Harrys head and rammed home again. Severus was in heaven. Harry\'s hair felt so good around his fingers, his mouth a wondeful suction, and able to take him all because of his wide, generous mouth. Harry\'s hands had come up and were gripping Severus\'s arse, not because he wanted to feel him up, but because that was the only way he could keep his balance. That felt incredible to Severus too, and he felt his control slipping..slowly but surely.

Harry was in a quandry. He wasn\'t attracted to Snape. Snape was oily, dark and possessed a nasty temperament. He was showing Harry no kindness, no gentleness, making absolutely no concessions to this being Harrys first time. That was also what was exciting to Harry. He felt small, not at all in control, his only purpose in life to service this thrusting cock in front of him. After years of feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, it was liberating. Harry felt his own cock hardening, incredibly turned on by this dirty... nasty.. perverted man... He began sucking harder, more in earnest, his hands running over Snape\'s buttocks and grasping them, pinching slightly.... Giving a little discomfort to go along with the pleasure he was giving Snape..

Snape pushed back from Harry with a gasp. He had wanted Harry to be more resistant, more disgusted. This Harry, whom seemed to be getting enjoyment out of driving Snape over the edge threatened to overturn the balance of power between the two of them. Snape had no intention of being the enslaved rather than the slavemaster. He grabbed Harry by his hair and pulled him to his feet. Snape grabbed Harry\'s shirt and tore the buttons down, exposing his pale torso with its brown flat nipples with the sparse chest hair of youth. The tie was loosened, but still on, keeping Harry\'s shirt from completely falling open. Snape looked down Harrys stomach to the line of hair that trailed off into his trousers. Snape looked at Harry commandingly and told him to remove his trousers, but keep the shirt and tie on... Pure nakedness wasn\'t nearly as naughty as partial nudity. Harry complied bending over slightly at the waist to pull his feet from the legs of the trousers. Snape turned slightly behind Harry, to look more closely at his tight Quidditch toned arse. Snape felt the heat radiate through his body. Harry could have been James, if one was just looking at his ass. Severus wanted to own that arse. He DID own that arse! Snape reached forward and with a stinging slap, pinkened one of Harrys perfect buttocks. Harry straightened in shock, turning to look at Snape.

\" Thats for all the pranks you played on me,\" murmured Snape in a falsely gentle voice. He grabbed Harry\'s hands and forced him to bend over slightly and grasp the desk. \" Stay there, don\'t move from that spot, \" Snape hissed in a threatening manner in Harry\'s ear. Severus staightened up, looking down at Harry\'s arse. Letting another hand fly and pinking the other buttock Snape snapped, \" That is for allowing Granger to do your homework. \"

More and more slaps flew, turning Harry\'s bottom a rosy red. A litany of Harrys transgressions spewed from Snapes throat. Harry felt the pain of the spanking as a distant thing. No one had ever spanked him before. Sure, Uncle Vernon had cuffed him occasionally. No one had ever pulled down his pants and spanked him though. No mother, no father, no one had ever cared enough. Harry felt the tears start to fall from his eyes. Not because of the pain, he had suffered far worse. He cried for the boy that he was never allowed to be, and parental figures he missed. All at once this tender feeling of submission welled up in Harry. Snape at least cared enough to spank him. Cared enough to cause pain to his own hand in order to dole out some much needed punishment to a boy who had either been reviled or worshipped in his life. Harry in that moment, loved Snape just a little bit.

Snape, knowing none of what was going on in Harrys mind, saw his tears and sneared, \" Tears wont save you Potter. Tears never saved anyone. \" He gave Harry once last mighty swatt and turned him, throwing him back on his tender bum onto the hard unforgiving surface of his desk. Snape grabbed Harry\'s legs and pulled them up around his waist, angling Harry back so that his arse was offered up as a sacrifice. Snape growled a lubrication spell and with no fanfare or preparation, thrust into Harry with one powerful movement.

Harry should have been in agony, but he wasn\'t. This show of force, show of power, of utter domination was exactly what Harry needed. He was so excited by the spanking and servicing Severus\'s cock that his own prick was leaking a steady torrent of precum, wetting his belly and Snape\'s shirt, which he hadn\'t bothered to remove. Snape\'s hands reached up, grasping the back of Harry\'s head and forced him into a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded the younger man\'s mouth, brooking no resistance. Harry gasped. He had never kissed a man before, had only had a few sloppy nose bumping kisses with girls. They had never prepared him for this invasion. Snape wasnt attractive, his hair was greasy, his lips were thin, his nose was big and his teeth were yellow and uneven. He was no young girl\'s (or boy\'s dream). The very fact that he had none of the attributes that Harry was attracted to, made Harry wild with desire. Snape was mean...dirty... brutal.. and so damn exciting that Harry was about to cum without anyone touching his cock.

Just as Harry had that thought, Snape let go of his head, when he saw that Harry was not going to resist his kiss. He put one hand on Harrys shoulder, holding him still so he could ram ever harder, ever faster into Harry\'s bum. The other hand came down, between them, to wank Harry furiously. Snape wasn\'t gentle. He drove Harry along that thin line of pain and pleasure till Harry could no longer help himself and began hunching up and down, shoving his cock roughly through Snapes clenched hand and impaling himself on Snapes pistoning prick.

Snape came first, shooting up Harry\'s rectum in hard hot spurts. Snape gritted his teeth, pulling faster on Harry\'s dick , \" Come on Potter, come on! Are you going to be late for this too?\" With a great groan Harry began spurting in Snape\'s hand. His mouth returning to Snapes, sticking his tongue deep in Snape\'s mouth, overcome by the best orgasm of his life.

As he fell back across the desk, he realised that at some time during the proceedings his glasses had fallen off his head. Harry lay there, panting. Snapes deflating cock still firmly lodged in his bum, and Harrys cum coating the front of them both. Severus removed his hand from Harry and planting his hands on either side of Harry\'s head, leaned in giving Harry a slight thrust of his hips. \"Tomorrow,Potter,\" Snape said, in the velvety voice for which he was famous, \" My study, 8 o\'clock. Our lessons continue.\"