Mardi Gras, Snarry Style

Title: Mardi Gras, Snarry Style
Author: Magical We (aka Nymphy and Magdelena)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Situations, Graphic Sexual Content
Summary: TSS Contest #4 Response – \"A\" takes \"B\" on a trip to New Orleans during the Mardi Gras. Whether or not there is a wizarding community in the city is completely up to you. The couple may be in an existing relationship, or they may be on a mission for the Order, or any other excuse you can think of. Answers the “Holiday Challenges” challenge #7.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part of their world.

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The sounds of the street musicians drifted from the alley across the street as the two wizards made their way from the restaurant. It was a chilly February evening, not the kind of cold they were accustomed to, but bitter, damp, bone-chilling weather that not even a warming charm could keep at bay for long. The two wizards quickly donned their Muggle outer coats and left the warmth of Tujaque’s Restaurant, linking hands and beginning their trek up Decatur Street towards Jackson Square.

“I’m stuffed,” Harry groaned, splaying his hand across his aching stomach. “I ate far too much. Everything is so rich here, but I just couldn’t resist. I mean the barbequed shrimp were just so delicious, and those crab cakes!”

\"Quite,\" Severus replied, pulling Harry a bit closer as the cool air whipped their faces. \"So tell me, where are you planning on dragging me to next?\" he asked, looking around sceptically.

“Let’s see. It shouldn’t be too much further up the street.” The two continued walking as Harry reached into his jeans pocket and slid out the enchanted map that he had sent off for months ago when Severus had first agreed to the trip. Scanning the map hurriedly, Harry quickly reversed their direction when he saw that the shop was actually several stores behind them. “Oops, it was only three shops away from the restaurant,” Harry said as he grinned sheepishly at Severus. “Look you can see it now.”

Harry chuckled as he saw Severus raising an eyebrow at the clothing on display in the front window of the store. ‘Body Hangings’ was listed in one of the Muggle brochures Harry had obtained through the wizarding travel agency where he had booked their trip. The shop was described as a place where one could buy ‘shawls, capes and cloaks for those unexpectedly cool evenings’.

Harry had been shocked when he had found out that most of the wizarding shops in the city were intermingled quite openly with the Muggle ones. Apparently New Orleans’ legendary laissez-faire attitude extended even to its wizarding population; the wizarding community ‘hid’ in plain sight of the Muggles. Some very odd things actually passed for ‘normal’ in New Orleans, and so, right there in the middle of one of the heavily travelled tourist areas, was a wizard owned and run shop that sold robes and cloaks to wizards and Muggles alike.

They entered the warm establishment, welcoming the absence of the frigid air for a few minutes. Harry spoke to a pleasant young witch who was eager to help him find the clubs and places he had questions about. After his directions had been confirmed, and after promising Severus they would indeed return the following day to purchase some of the custom-made robes that the older man had discovered, complete with potions-repelling charms of course, Harry was finally able to steer them out of the shop.

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself as he thought of how different Severus Snape really was from the public persona he exuded. After nearly a decade of friendship, which included six years of romance, the last two as husbands, Harry was still amazed every morning he woke up next to the wonderful man next to him. In private, Severus was a caring, devoted, and utterly sensual man, and Harry shuddered to think of what his life would be like without Severus in it.

He unconsciously tightened his hand in Severus’ as the two walked down the street towards their destination. They pointed out places of interest along their way, passing Jackson Square, the sight of the staging ground for the Battle of New Orleans, the famous St. Louis Cathedral, the Presbytere, Cabildo, and Pontabla buildings as they made their way down St. Ann Street. Harry diverted them down one street and up another, and before long they came across the first place that Harry had wanted to visit.

“Here we are, Sev, ‘Second Skin Leather’.”

Severus turned to arc an eyebrow at his spouse. \"Is there some secret side to you that you\'ve been hiding from me, Mr. Potter-Snape?\" he inquired with a smirk, as he glanced at some of the outerwear and objects contained within the shop.

“Well actually,” Harry attempted to smile innocently, “I did get us tickets to this wonderful carnival ball, but we’re expected to go in costume. I rather thought you might enjoy embarrassing Minerva and Albus with some pictures of me dressed the part of your sex slave.” Harry moved up behind Severus, who was currently perusing a display of leather collars, and wrapped his arms around his husband, nestling his burgeoning erection against Severus’ arse. “Besides, I think you’d look absolutely gorgeous in black leather.”

Severus suppressed a moan at the contact from his lover, and pressed back slightly, and turned to whisper in his ear, \"Stop being a tease. You know how I dislike public displays of affection, and should you not cease your blatant sexual flirtation, I should either feel so inclined as to retaliate, or take you right here. While the latter is not a bad idea, I believe it is a crime, albeit a quite inane one, and while spending the rest of this trip in jail might possibly be better than wherever else you intend to drag me, I wish not to risk it.\"

“Oh don’t let us stop you. In our shop we encourage that sort of behaviour, as long as we get to watch,” teased the clerk who had come over to assist them.

Harry stepped back from Severus, and couldn’t help but grin at the way the handsome young clerk was openly assessing Severus’ attributes. He could tell, however, that Severus was quickly becoming embarrassed with all of the attention, and as he had several more stops he wanted to make before they returned to their hotel, he figured he would divert the clerk’s attention. “Hello, my name is Harry Snape. I was told to ask for Derrick?”

“That’s me, gorgeous,” the clerk replied, as he turned his charming smile in Harry’s direction. “Miranda from ‘Body Hangings’ called and said you might be stopping by, but I already knew you were wizards when you walked through the door.” He pointed to a statue of a gargoyle near the doorway. “Senses for magical signatures. The eyes glow green if anyone with magical ability walks into the shop. Helps us sift through the mixed clientele a bit more easily.”

“That explains a lot,” Harry admitted, before directing the clerk back to the reason they had entered the shop. “Actually we’re here because we need a bit of costuming help. I already have an idea of what I want for both of us, so perhaps you could help me get some things together?”

Twenty minutes later, a beaming Harry, now clad in tight suede trousers, and a scowling, but decidedly warmer Severus, wearing a long, black, leather coat, strode from the shop with several magically reduced shopping bags filled with costume supplies stowed in their pockets.

“You looked like a walking advertisement for sex in those leather trousers you were wearing, Sev. You should have kept them on.”

Severus snorted. \"I should bloody well think not. I wish not to \'advertise\' anything, as you so eloquently put it, and while I must admit you look quite delectable in those trousers, I would much prefer you out of them,\" he said with a smirk. \"Are you quite finished with your exploring? I\'d rather like to do a bit of exploring of my own,\" he dropped his voice down to a sultry whisper, \"In private.\"

“Later, Sev, I promise,” Harry murmured, shivering as the sound of Severus’ voice made him almost rethink his plans. He leaned in and stole a quick kiss from his scowling husband. “But first I’m taking you for a cuppa. Apparently, there’s a gay club that serves tea on Sunday afternoons. The brochure said that the place is called simply ‘The Pub’. There have been parades all day so the French Quarter shouldn’t be crowded yet, and then after we’ve relaxed for a bit, if you’re up to it there are two more stops I’d like to make. Then, I’ll take you back to the hotel room and I’ll model my costume for you.”

Severus sighed, and wondered briefly how Harry had managed to wrap him so tightly around his finger over the years, but then looked into the stunning emerald eyes, where the answer was quite plain. Harry loved him, how, or why, he had no idea, but he thanked Merlin every day for such a precious and rare gift. He didn\'t know what he had done to deserve such a caring and loving individual, but he sincerely hoped he could keep doing whatever it was. Though he didn\'t say it nearly enough, he truly loved Harry, and couldn\'t imagine having to spend one day without his husband.

Finding Harry staring at him worriedly, he realised he had just been standing there, staring at the man. Clearing his throat, he lifted his arm to indicate that Harry should go first. \"Lead the way, and know that I shall hold you to that offer,\" he said with a smirk.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and a brilliant smile flashed across his face. “I promise we won’t be long. Besides, it’s just tea. It’s not like I’m taking you clubbing or anything.”

It didn’t take long to realise that Harry’s expectations of ‘The Pub’ had been dead wrong. The only ‘tea’ served was actually Long Island Iced Teas, as well as any other alcoholic beverage you could think of. ‘The Bourbon Street Pub and Parade’, affectionately known as ‘The Pub’ was the focal point of a trio of gay clubs. As Harry and Severus tightened their grip on each other’s hands, they slowly made their way through a massive crowd of males, some dressed in regular Muggle clothing, while others dressed in costumes ranging from leather attire to elaborate bejeweled and feathered creations. The patrons in the upper floor of the clubs spilled out onto the balconies, the dance music blaring loudly out into the streets.

Harry’s first inclination was to head into either ‘The Pub’ or the large dance club, ‘Oz’ that sat across the street from it, especially considering the glance he had gotten of the very scantily clad and well-built male exotic dancers who were apparently stripping at both bars tonight. However, he knew that if he was going to talk his husband into entering either club, much less letting loose and dancing with him a bit, that he would have to get Severus liquored up first. Quickly changing his plans, Harry continued to walk down the street, Severus trailing behind him, past the third of the gay clubs, ‘Café Lafitte in Exile’.

Harry smirked as he pointed to the sign that hung between two buildings over an alleyway. “There. Somewhere you’ll feel quite at home. It’s a Goth bar called ‘The Dungeon’. My understanding is that they even serve Absinthe in the lower bar.”

Severus eyed the dingy alleyway with mild scepticism; however, he would very much enjoy some Absinthe about now. \"Very well, as long as I don\'t have to dance,\" he grumbled.

Harry led Severus by the hand across the street and under the sign. As they walked into the cramped alley, Harry chuckled at the sight of the building that looked way too large to actually be in such a confined space. At Severus’ expectant look, Harry filled in his husband on what he knew about the place. “No, from what I understand it’s not a wizarding establishment. It was actually originally the servants’ quarters for the house we’re passing now.”

Harry and Severus reached the doorway of the bar and nodded to the huge bouncer at the door. The man’s girth reminded Harry of Hagrid, except he was relatively sure that Hagrid would have never attempted to clothe himself in biker attire, nor wear dark sunglasses at night. As soon as they entered the bar, two obviously drunk young women, who gave them slobbery kisses on the cheeks and reached to place necklaces of plastic beads around their necks, accosted them.

Harry giggled at the glare his husband was giving the young women as they scampered away and motioned to a quiet corner of the bar. As the two settled on barstools, and after they had ordered their drinks, Harry looked around and took in the varied group of people. Some were dressed in normal Muggle clothing, some in biker attire, some favouring a more punk style of dress. There were equal amounts of gay and straight couples, and if Harry had to guess, there were at least a few witches, wizards, and perhaps even a vampire or two amongst the patrons. The bar itself was fashioned after a Muggle cinema idea of a dungeon, with statuettes of gargoyles and other magical creatures decorating the place.

As he idly placed his sugar cube on the spoon and poured the Absinthe over it, Harry noticed what he had been looking for. A couple that had been snogging heavily in a darkened corner, headed towards a ladder along the wall and began to ascend to the upper floor of the establishment; just the place Harry wanted. Harry smiled slyly as he raised his glass to his lips, all previous thoughts of returning to one of the clubs they had passed earlier gone as he set his sights on his new goal.

Severus took in his surroundings, noting that it really didn\'t look very much like a dungeon at all, but, at least it was dark, with no bright swirling lights, or scantily clad men to hit on his husband. He lifted his drink to eye it critically, taking in the green hue of the liquor. Lifting it to his nose, he sniffed, before downing it, surprised that it was actually genuine Absinthe. \"Interesting place. The women are quite…friendly… aren\'t they?\" he said, glancing disapprovingly in their direction, before looking down at his dark red beaded necklace. \"And what is with these things?\" he said disgustedly. Severus Snape did not wear jewellery. Well, except for his wedding band, of course.

Harry snorted and almost choked on the dregs of his drink, motioning to the bartender for another round of drinks as he wiped his mouth on the napkin. “Severus, weren’t you listening at all when I told you about Mardi Gras? These ‘things’ are Mardi Gras beads. The krewe members of the parades throw beads and trinkets down to the waiting crowds. The parades and the balls are all an excuse to feast and enjoy before the serious fasting that goes on during the Roman Catholic Lenten season which precedes Easter.” Harry smirked. “And in one of the more modern traditions, kisses are traded for Mardi Gras beads in the French Quarter after the parades end; sometimes people even bare a bit of flesh for one of these necklaces. But don’t worry, we’ve got a whole week of revellry before Mardi Gras Day, so you’ve got scads of time to adjust to people bedecking you with baubles.”

Severus sneered. \"As…interesting…as that is, you know what I would find quite a bit more interesting?\" he purred, eyeing Harry hungrily, the young man\'s cheeks flushed lightly from the alcohol, and his eyes twinkling from merriment. He looked simply scrumptious, and Severus wished nothing more than to devour the man whole.

Severus looked so relaxed, one booted foot braced up on the lower rung of the barstool, his Muggle clothing accentuating his lithe figure, while the long, black leather coat only further highlighted his pale, ethereal features. The lust-filled look his husband was giving him, combined with the absolutely decadent timbre of his voice, not to mention the alcohol flowing freely through Harry’s veins, caused Harry’s cock to swell almost painfully against the confines of his trousers.

“A trip upstairs?” Harry managed to rejoin innocently, draining his glass yet again. “I understand there’s a few interesting sights up there.” Without waiting for Severus’ reply, Harry headed towards the nearby ladder he had watched the young couple ascend only a few moments ago. He paused with his foot on the lowest rung, twisting his hips slightly so the cut of the suede trousers emphasised his slender figure, and smiled invitingly at Severus. “Aren’t you coming?”

Severus choked back a moan with the rest of his drink, as his eyes rested on his husband\'s arse, accentuated by the form fitting trousers he wore. Placing his glass back down on the table, he stood and followed Harry. After all, who in their right mind wouldn\'t?

Climbing the ladder steadily, he looked around once they\'d reached the top, and found them to be in a cage of sorts. Looking over at Harry, he raised a brow, silently asking for an explanation.

“What? You haven’t noticed that there isn’t much chatter up here? That’s because everyone seems otherwise engaged.” Harry’s eyes roamed across the assorted couples around the room, all in various states of undress. Two blokes were shirtless, wrapped around each other sensually, obviously stroking each other through their trousers, meanwhile, the young couple Harry had watched before were now laying across the abandoned bar, snogging to their hearts’ content.

Harry leaned up against the gate of the cage for a moment, bracing himself against the bars, and looked back at his husband seductively over his shoulder, his eyes smoky with desire. “And they seem to be engaged in an activity that I’ve been looking forward to all day. If you’d prefer a bit more privacy we could venture over to one of those curtained booths on the other side of the room. Either way, I want you to fuck me…here…tonight.”

Normally, Severus would have been appalled by the idea, much preferring that sort of thing to remain behind the closed doors of their home. However, between his lover\'s seductiveness, the tight clothing he was wearing, not to mention the pent up desire Severus had barely contained all day for the irresistible brat, it was, indeed, quite appealing.

Stepping forward, he leaned into his husband\'s back, pressing the man slightly into the cage door, and placed his lips to his lover\'s ear, \"I think that could be arranged,\" he whispered, in his most seductive voice, knowing the effect it had on the younger wizard.

Harry moaned, melting against Severus, feeling the presence of his lover’s hard length throbbing against his arse and that seductive voice purring softly into his ear. His head rolled onto Severus’ shoulder, and through a haze of lust Harry leaned back and pulled Severus’ mouth down to meet his in a bruising, needy kiss. He broke the kiss a moment later, though, his own desire burning even brighter as he gazed into Severus’ lust-darkened eyes. “Let’s find an empty booth…now,” Harry urged, his voice roughened with need.

\"Mmm,\" Severus replied, placing gentle kisses along Harry\'s neck, as they made their way over to the booths. Severus haphazardly slid a curtain open, while fumbling with the button on Harry\'s trousers, and looked up as he heard a gasp. Both he and Harry tilted their heads to the side as they took in the awkward position the couple inside were in.

\"Sorry,\" he quickly said, closing the curtain with a snap, turning to look at Harry, eyes wide. \"I didn\'t even know that was possible,\" he mumbled.

“Neither did I,” Harry agreed with a snort. “Maybe we’ll try that later tonight, when we’re back in the hotel room. Right now I just want you inside of me, doesn’t have to be fancy.”

Luckily, the next booth they stumbled into was vacant, and almost immediately Harry found himself pressed up against the wall, his neck being nipped and licked as he fumbled between them, pushing the long beaded necklace out of the way as he quickly unfastened the buttons on Severus’ shirt. When his hands finally touched the warm, velvety skin of his husband, his fingertips stroked absently across Severus’ nipple, inciting a moan from the older man, his hips grinding against Harry’s, their still cloth-covered lengths sliding against one another. Harry’s answering whimper was swallowed as Severus’ mouth covered his own.

Severus finished unbuttoning his lover\'s trousers, and slid them down the lithe thighs. He smirked as it became obvious Harry had been planning something of this nature, as he wasn’t wearing any pants underneath. Giving Harry a seductive grin, he dropped to his knees, and took his husband\'s entire length into his mouth, sucking gently, before pulling back to run his tongue along the underside, from base to tip, before once again swallowing every impressive inch. He felt Harry\'s hands lace through his hair, and listened to the soft moans urging him on, and that alone was nearly enough to push Severus over the edge. The noises Harry could make were intoxicating, and always left him wanting, and needing, more.

Reluctantly releasing his love\'s cock, he kissed his way upward, raising his husband\'s shirt as he went, until the article was completely removed, and he was left gazing into hungry, desire-filled emeralds. He smiled slightly, something he only did, and only ever would do, for Harry, and caressed the man\'s cheek softly, before crushing the soft lips once more, lost in the feeling that was Harry.

Harry’s hands sought out Severus’ trouser fastenings as his husband’s tongue lovingly mapped out his mouth. It was impossible to get enough of the utterly sensual man in front of him. Marriage had done nothing to cool the ardour of their lovemaking, and if anything it had added a certain spark to their already sizzling relationship that only a public declaration of permanence and promise could. The very idea of Severus letting down his walls enough to allow Harry this fantasy of being together in such a public place was almost enough to send Harry crashing over the edge prematurely.

Instead, he pushed Severus back against the opposite wall of the small booth, mimicking his husband’s earlier actions. His tongue drifted sensually down Severus’ chest, and he lowered himself, dragging Severus’ trousers and pants with him. In a moment, he was on his knees, groaning at the sight of the pearly fluid collecting on the head of his husband’s cock. Unable to resist any longer, Harry fisted the base of Severus’ cock, and licked and suckled the head, teasing and taunting Severus to the edge of orgasm. Harry gazed up, his own desire magnifying as he took in the debauched picture Severus made, leaning back against the wall, mouth thrown open in ecstasy, his shirt and coat still hanging loosely on his shoulders. The delightful sounds Severus had been making were only magnified when Harry suckled down his entire length. After only a few strokes, however, he grudgingly acknowledged Severus’ hands attempting to still his bobbing head, and clamoured to his feet.

With a wicked smile on his lips, Harry slapped a small tube of lube that the leather shop clerk had thoughtfully provided him earlier, into Severus’ hand, and turned towards the wall, spreading his legs as best he could with his trousers still pooling around his ankles.

Severus moaned at the sight of his lover, prostrate before him, legs spread willingly, and hands braced on the wall. It still amazed him how Harry had chosen him to give himself so willingly and lovingly to him; he truly was a lucky man. With a deep growl, he stepped forward, moulding himself to his husband\'s back, and whispered in his ear. \"Do you know what a truly exquisite sight you make, my love? So willing to give in to me, so openly needing me.\" He ran his tongue along the shell of the younger man\'s ear, causing him to moan, and Severus to smirk. \"And don\'t worry, you will have me, oh yes; forever and always.\" He caught Harry\'s lips in a sensual kiss, before pulling back, and slowly kissing a path down his love\'s back, and gently spreading his legs a little more with his hands.

He then trailed his tongue down Harry\'s cleft, revelling in the sharp intake of breath sounding from his love. He encircled the puckered opening with his tongue slowly, before thrusting it inside, causing his husband\'s hips to thrust forward. He stilled them gently with a hand, as he continued his exploration with his tongue, his other hand caressing the smooth skin of his lover\'s back.

“Fuck, Sev,” Harry stammered out. “I-I can’t take much more. I need you so bad. Please…in me…now.”

Severus halted his ministrations, and quickly opened the lube, pouring some of the substance over his fingers, and kissing and nibbling his way up to his husband\'s ear. \"All these years with me, and you have still yet to learn any patience,\" he clicked his tongue reprovingly, \"I think this warrants a lesson; don\'t you?\" he said silkily, inserting one finger slowly into his lover\'s awaiting entrance, only to the first knuckle. \"You see, the thing about fucking, is there are many different ways to do so. There is hard and fast fucking, slow and gentle fucking, and also, slow and hard, which is how I think I should like to fuck you now. Slow… and hard.\" He accentuated his last statement by thrusting his finger completely inside his mewling lover with a smirk.

\"Oh, sweet Merlin,\" Harry breathed out, as he pushed back onto Severus\' hand.

Severus captured Harry\'s lips in a slow, rough kiss, as he, painstakingly slowly, inserted another finger to join with the first, scissoring the two lethargically. He continued with his snail-like pace, finishing preparing his lover, and slicking his cock with the lube. He positioned himself at his husband\'s entrance, and slowly pushed the tip of his length inside. His hands firmly grasped his love\'s hips, preventing the man from pushing back to speed up the process. Once fully sheathed, he kissed Harry hungrily, moaning at the wonderful sensation of being with the man he loved.

Harry groaned and whimpered almost simultaneously, the heady sensation of Severus entering him being so fulfilling, but the slow pace wreaking havoc on his senses.

Severus slowly pulled out, and thrust back in, hard. He kept repeating this motion, keeping the same excruciating pace. Their moans of passion mingled and reverberated in the small booth, as their orgasms drew nearer. Severus slammed into his quivering lover one last time, as hard and deep as he could, while his fingers tightened around his husband\'s cock. Harry\'s muscles clenched tightly around him, and Severus spilled himself deep inside of his one and only, feeling the warmth of Harry\'s passion as it covered his hand.

They stayed in that position for several minutes, both trying to even out their erratic breathing, before Severus withdrew from his lover\'s warmth, turning Harry in his arms to capture the swollen lips once more in a steamy kiss. Pulling back, he smirked. \"Was that what you wanted, love?\"

Harry looked up at Severus through hooded lashes, nodding speechlessly for a few seconds. “That was bloody brilliant.”

After sharing another soft kiss, reluctantly the lovers parted as they gathered up their discarded clothing. As they were preparing to leave the booth, Severus pressed Harry back against the wall once more.

\"Now, Mr. Potter-Snape. I think I should like for you to fuck me. Let\'s see if you\'ve actually managed to...learn your lesson, this time.\"

“Well in that case, I think we should put off any further sightseeing until tomorrow and just Apparate back to our lodgings.” Harry grinned wickedly. “I hope you realise that I may need a good deal of practice, Mr. Potter-Snape, you know what a dedicated student I’ve become under your tutelage.”

Severus feigned a sigh. \"Well, anything for a devoted student, I suppose,\" he said with a smile, linking his hand with Harry\'s.

Perhaps this trip wouldn\'t be so bad after all. Of course, as long as Harry was with him, he didn\'t think even Hell would be too overly horrible.

Appearing in their hotel room, Severus pulled Harry down on the bed to rest on top of him. \"All right, Mr. Potter-Snape; I hope you studied well,\" he said with a simper, as Harry captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Pulling back, Severus smirked. \"Well, well; there may be hope for you yet.\"

\"Git.\"

The End

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Authors’ Notes: The locales Harry and Severus visit in New Orleans are all real, with two noticeable exceptions. As far as we know there is no Wizarding influence in New Orleans (we only hope for it), and the “Dungeon” is NOT a place that couples frequent for sex, nor does it serve Absinthe (as that alcohol is still currently illegal to sell in bars in the U.S.). All the shops and clubs mentioned are reputable establishments with caring, dedicated people who both staff and own them. We mean no offense to anyone by the inclusion of said organizations in our work of fiction.