Night Dreams

Night Dreams
By: Stacey68
Pairing(s): LM/SS/hp
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters – not me. I just fantasize about them!
Rating: NC-17
Category: Drama
Warning: implied non-con, m/m sex
Summary: Severus has another dark secret and Harry unwillingly is ‘sucked’ in.


Prologue

It had been a colder than usual night. Dirty white trails of exhaust billowed out from behind steeled cars as passer-by\'s huddled tightly under layers of wool and down desperately trying to banish the cruel wind that blew. He looked up into the black sky, and as if they knew he was out walking, not a single star teased his sight. He liked nights like this. They were befitting of the events that usually took place.

He was by no means an expert and was still learning each and every outing. His Sire, however, hunted with the ease of breathing in and out. He felt awkward in this world.... out of place, unwelcome, yet his Sire showed him the benefits of moving about the cold and unsuspecting muggle streets. They were unbelievers, naïve and easy.

He looked ahead into the dim ally where Lucius had cornered a young girl. He watched his Sire with both longing and violent disgust. How he could love so unconditionally and hate so truly at the same time was a constant struggle each second of his waking hours. He watched as he closed in. Seduction oozed from his magnificent body. She was as hypnotized as he was. Control was easily lost to Lucius Malfoy, and so was life.

Chapter One

(One year ago)

Severus sat at his desk in the dungeons pouring over a stack of half thought out 7th year essays when Lucius walked in as uninvited as usual.

\"Ah, my dear friend, are you still hard at work? Do you not take any time for yourself and for your pleasures?\" Lucius drawled as he sat unassuming on the edge of Severus\' desk.

\"My pleasures, Lucius, are not of your concern. What are you doing here?\" Severus coldly asked yanking some parchment out from under Lucius\' bottom.

“Why, my friend.... I came to bed you....\" He paused, studying Severus\' expression, or lack thereof. “What’s this Severus, you have no protests? Does teaching these insolent children tire you that much that you have no fight left?\" He grinned as he picked up an essay covered in red marks and examined it half-heartedly.

Severus snatched it from his hand and added it to his finished stack. \"I grow tired of your visits Lucius. We are done. Kindly show yourself out.\" He fixed his dark gaze back to the essay before him.

Lucius slid off the desk and moved around behind Severus. The heavy wool of his cloak swishing in the quiet room, \"I\'m not ready to leave Severus. I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.\"

Severus stiffened, readying himself for the inward battle he fought with himself each and every time Lucius Malfoy dropped by for a ‘chat’. “I have no time for your games today Malfoy. It is exam time and I am quite busy with important matters.” Severus desperately tried to keep his voice cold. He felt a large hand slowly begin to stroke the back of his head, petting him as if he was a puppy. He did not protest.

“If only I was as good at Legilimancy as you, dear Severus, to be able to hear the battle being fought in your mind. Who will win tonight my…Love?” The petting did not stop.

Severus sighed. He knew Lucius would win. He would give in to him. He always did and it was the one regret in his solitary 40 years that he relived again and again and again. Tonight would not be different as Severus felt the familiar stirring in his groin. “Legilimancy, Lucius…is rape.” Severus barely whispered. The hand stroking his hair paused, but only for a moment.

Lucius leaned in close to the back of Severus’ ear, his warm breath tickled as he spoke, “If memory serves, Severus, you liked to rape.”

Severus could feel the smile against his ear. He stifled a shutter. “I was a boy Malfoy. I did not know better. I… grew up.” Severus’ mind flashed back to the first year they spent together as Death Eaters. How they would get drunk on fire whiskey then stage their own mini raids on innocent muggles. They tried to think of things that would impress their new Dark Lord and surely the rape and torture of young muggle girls would put them in his good books.

Lucius pressed against Severus’ back, his lips hot and tight against his ear. “Remember how their screams would get us hard Severus? Remember how afterwards we would roll in their blood and tears and fuck until we were drunk on each other and not just the fire whiskey. Remember how proud he was of us. How he held us by his side as a shining example to the others. Remember the pleasure I’d give you. Remember my mouth… my tongue… my cock.

Severus shivered as Lucius licked at his ear, giving it a sharp nip. Damn him.

“Damn you, Lucius.”

Chapter Two

(Six Months ago)

The ‘relationship’ Severus had with Lucius was once again in full swing. Lucius would come to Severus any time he pleased and willingly Severus would give of himself. Severus justified each encounter afterwards as the fault of being alone. Pleasure was pleasure, no matter which form it came in and from whom, and no man should be celibate. Their times together in bed were tumulus. More often than not both men struggled for dominance. In the end, Severus often gave in not as a show of subservience but to just reach his climax and end the torture in his groin. Lucius never saw it that way. He basked in his triumphs over Severus and relished drawing out the torture pleasure he inflicted. He was always that way.

“Lucius,” Severus murmured after one particular rough game of it, “why are you here?”

Malfoy lifted his head from Severus’ stomach where it lay resting, “To fuck you my pet. Why else would I be here.” It was statement, not a question.

Severus sighed. He wished it were that simple, but nothing Lucius Malfoy did was without purpose. “I will not join you in any of your new ‘quests’, a statement back.

Lucius moved up to lay next to Severus, resting up on his elbow, “Quests?\"

Severus looked lazily into the silvery eyes. “Yes Lucius, ‘quests’. I’ve known you long enough to know that everything you do serves a purpose.”

Lucius began to lightly run his index finger up and down the inside of Severus’ thigh, not bothering to hold back his grin as he watched Severus’ cock twitch. “My purpose, professor, is to ensure that you remain…mine.” Lucius grabbed Severus’ cock firmly in his hand and held him to punctuate his point. Severus could not stifle a moan.

Severus could not, would not let this happen. “My body does not deny it’s want of you Lucius. You are a skilled lover and know what my body needs. I will give you that… and only that.”

Lucius sat up and moved down to lick playfully at Severus’ cock head. “I can take more and will take more.” He swallowed his length entirely. Severus bucked his hips up and groaned, forcing himself further down Malfoys’ throat. Severus’ hands buried themselves into Lucius’ hair pushing his mouth firmly deeper onto his now engorged cock. The silence of the room was only broken by the loud slurping Lucius made and the sighs and groans which escaped from Severus’ lips. The mouth on him moved faster and faster, urging each noise from him. It was as if he was sucking Severus’ life out through his shaft. “Lord…. Malfoy… Lucius… you are…. Good.” Lucius responded with a moan causing vibration after vibration to undulate down his length. “Harder. Please.” Begged Severus thrusting his hips without shame into the older mans mouth. Lucius began the assault Severus often begged for and started to bite and chew at him. He nipped the throbbing vein again and again. Severus yelped and bucked wildly beneath him and just when Severus thought he could take no more Lucius would subside slightly allowing him to catch his breath, simply licking him like he was a cherry sucker.

“Give me more Lucius. Take more. Please.” Severus breathed heavily. His end was so close and he begged for it. Lucius liked begging.

Lucius squeezed Severus’ balls firmly causing Severus to flinch slightly. \"You are giving yourself to me Severus?”

“Yes, please Lucius. End this. Give me my release.” Severus begged again trying desperately to push Lucius’ mouth back down onto his throbbing cock.

Lucius smiled his best evil smile, “remember in the morning that you asked for it my love.” Then he lowered his mouth back down to Severus’ pained cock and sunk his no longer hidden fangs deep into the purple blood engorged vein.

Chapter Three

(Present Night)

Severus watched as the young woman reached up and gingerly brushed Lucius’ long silvery hair off his shoulder. She smiled at him. Severus strained his ears to listen in. A power he discovered he newly possessed, yet not unlike his wizard ligilimancy.

“You are a strong looking man, Lucius, different from all the regular jerks that hang around these ally ways. You are tempting. I’ll give you that.” She smiled nervously at him.

Severus watched as Lucius lowered his lips to her neck for a \' kiss\', as he always told them. “Just too warm things up a bit.” They never protested.

Severus was hungry. He also wanted to fuck.

(Next Morning)

Severus flew into the dungeon with the same unabashed confidence he always showed, the mere presence of him nailing his students to their seats in unnatural silence.

“I had a late night and your essays were even worse than I thought even you were capable of.” He sat heavily down at his desk wrapping his outer cape around him and continued, “One word from anyone as you begin to rewrite these pieces of rubbish and I assure you,” he paused and carefully eyed Harry directly, “you will regret it.” He pulled out a stack of parchments and began to write leaving the class to themselves.

Harry turned to Ron and mouthed, “What’s with him?” motioning his eyes towards their less than jovial Potions Master. Ron shrugged and picked up his quill and began to write.

The ‘bell’ sounded and as his students began gathering their books in silence he spoke firmly over the shuffle, “I expect these handed in tomorrow at the onset of class, anyone failing to do so will receive detention.”

Harry turned to Ron for support, “tomorrow? But we have the other essay to finish for McGonagall and I’ve got Quidditch!” Ron shrugged in defeat, giving Harry a weak smile. “Maybe Hermione can help?” Harry sighed. She wasn’t an option this week either as she was still sore at him for telling her secret to Ron that she liked him.

Harry spent all of his lunch locked up in the library trying to finish McGonagall’s’ paper on ‘Water to Wine – Muggle myth of fact’ and the few minutes between each class as well. He finished it but knew it would not bode well with her as he barely put any effort into it. He only hoped that she would be lenient as Gryffindors\' game tomorrow was a semi-final. He had to use what little extra time he had to finish Snapes essay. He would not be forgiving.

Chapter Four

“Harry. Harry, wake up.” Said a voice somewhere off in the distance. He felt a gentle shake. Harry opened his eyes to the brightness of the Gryffindor common room and Ron standing over him dressed, school bag in hand. “You’ve overslept Harry. Didn’t you go to bed?” Harry sat up feeling slightly disorientated, “Wha?” He stifled a yawn. Ron continued, “Harry, classes start in 10 minutes, you’ve missed breakfast, didn’t see you sleeping here in the chair or I’d have woken you up an hour ago.” Harry looked around him to see bits of parchment strewn about. His stomach lurched into his throat. Snapes essay lay unfinished on the table. He looked at Ron then back to the essay. “I’m fucked.”

Snape bustled into the dungeon only slightly lighter than the day before and gazed upon the stack of parchments neatly set upon his desk. He glared around the room, momentarily locking eyes with each and every student. “I am to assume they are all in.” He was a master at asking a question without actually asking it. Ron nudged Harry carefully.

“Um,” Harry spoke meekly, “Sir?”

“Yours is not done Mr. Potter. How…,” Snape responded, “refreshing.” His broad cloaked back was still to Harry as he magicked words onto the blackboard, “Report to my office Mr. Potter at 4:00pm promptly.”

“Four, Sir? But I have Quidditch!” Harry exclaimed without a moments thought of his own personal safety.

Snapes angled face and coal black eyes were instantly inches from Harry’s face and he growled so low that Harry had to strain to hear him, “four, Mr. Potter, and not one bloody second late.”

Chapter Five

Harry stood outside of Professor Snapes office at five minutes to four. He dared not be late. Bad enough the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team was angry at him for not making the game over something as asinine as detention over homework but it would be suicide if he defied Professor Snape.

Harry glanced down at his watch and promptly at four, nervously rapped on the heavy wooden door. It swung open immediately. Professor Snape glared down at him and stepped aside ushering him into the room. Snape said nothing as Harry glanced about the room taking in the utter chaos. Books lay strewn about, pages ripped out and their bindings stained and ruined. The heavy velvet curtains which hung in his only window torn down their middle and hung lifeless, a simple board now hanged in their place to block out what little light shown in. Bottles and jars of bits and pieces of unmentionables lay shattered on his shelves, the remains of their liquid prisons dripping free to the cold stone floor. The portraits on the walls were the only witnesses to who may have performed this horrible deed.

Harry gasped, “Professor? Who would do this?” He looked at the Professor with genuine concern, searching for an answer in his hard eyes.

Snape sat at his personal desk and plainly stated, “It does not matter who did it Mr. Potter. What matters is that you clean it up.”

Snape watched Harry begin the dubious job of putting things right. He could not, would not tell him that it was he who ransacked his own room, last night, in anger, when he refused himself the pleasure of going out for the hunt. He was hungry. Oh he was hungry, but had killed by mistake only days ago and was not yet ready to free himself to feed. He watched the boy closely. He watched as a gentle sheen of sweat slowly grew on his face. He watched as it spread down his neck and into that delicate sweet hollow above his collar bone. Severus licked his dry lips. His groin stirred. He smirked to himself. He found it amusing to find Harry Potter making him horny. He began to wonder what the boy would taste like; his sweat, his spit, his cum, his blood. Snape snapped back to reality, “Hurry up Potter. I haven’t got all bloody night.”

Harry looked up from his knees as he picked up the last few fragments of glass, “yes Sir. I’ve done all I can. I don’t know which bits and things go into which jars.”

Snape stood, walked over to him and crouched down to his eye level, “if you had paid attention in class only just a bit you might be able to figure it out Mr. Potter.”

He was so close. His eyes so close, his mouth so close. Harry swallowed hard, stuttering out, “Sorry Sir. I don’t recognize some of these p-p-parts.” Harry held up what looked like elf toes.

Snape snatched them away so fast and hard Harry lost his balance and fell back onto his ass, his hands flailing behind him to stop the fall. His left palm connected with the stone floor and he yelped in pain as a wayward shard of glass punctured his tender palm.

Snape spun to face him, instantly smelling the blood. He swallowed hard to hold back the fangs in his mouth which fought fiercely to suddenly break free.

Harry clutched his hand steady. “Ouch! Shit!”

“Language Mr. Potter,” was all the Professor could say as he knelt down in front of Harry, taking the small and bloody hand into his. His touch was gentle, almost reverent and Harry watched his face in awe.

“Um…Professor,” Harry tried only slightly to remove his hand from Snape’s grasp, “shouldn’t I go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“I can tend to this Mr. Potter. No need to run to mummy with each and every scrape.” Severus said as he slowly brought Harry’s palm up to his mouth.

Harry instantly tried to yank it away, snapping the Professor back to reality, “SIR!”

Snape locked eyes with him. He hated to do this but hated wasting something so precious even more. Harry’s gaze instantly became transfixed on the Professors. He began to speak, low and slow and hypnotic. “Harry. Relax. Just rest your mind and let me heal you. It won’t hurt. You are safe. I will not hurt you. Let me, and then forget.”

With each word, Severus brought the bloody palm closer and closer to his mouth and his eyes rolled back into his head in pure ecstasy as the first drop of warm salty blood touched his outstretched tongue.

Harry was frozen. His mind felt blissfully blank, as if he was in a far off place and nothing could touch him. It was peaceful there and he didn’t care to come back. He was aware of the sensation of Professor Snape holding his hand, warmth and wetness, licking? It didn’t matter.

Severus moved the boy around so that he leaned back into him on the floor, nestled him against him like a protective mother. He drew the hand back up to his mouth, his fangs now peeking from his blood stained lips. He licked Harry’s palm again, letting the blood coat the flat of his tongue like a paintbrush. He moaned quietly to himself. It was all he could do to not cum. His blood was fresh. It was fresh and young and… virgin? He suspected the rumours he had heard around the school about Cho and Harry were false but until now had no real proof. The boy was indeed a virgin and Severus vowed to remedy the situation.

Severus took the boys chin in his long slender fingers and turned his face up towards his. He looked into the glossed over eyes for any signs of recognition. There were none. He was safely in a trance. Severus motioned broadly to the door and smiled when he heard the obedient click of the internal lock.

The blood, oh how he wanted the blood. But he finally had Harry Potter right where he always fantasized about and was not going to waste one precious second of it.

Severus let Harry’s head rest gently against his hot, heaving chest. His breathing was faster now, somewhat shallow. He was wanton and let himself be so.

He licked softly at the bloody palm again, ensuring the cut stayed wet and open then began his exploration. With Harry resting against his broad chest, Severus moved his right hand to Harry’s neck and slowly began to un-knot his already loosened tie. He left it hanging undone around the slender young neck. Severus repositioned Harry’s head only slightly as to tease himself by displaying, for only a moment, Harry’s pulsing jugular. Snape then slowly popped each button loose from their homes. Once Harry’s shirt was undone about half way, Snape brazenly slid his cool hand under the sweated fabric and spread his fingers across the damp flesh. He slowly stroked Harry’s skin, from just above his abdomen to the base of his neck. He gently cupped each adolescent breast and gently tweaked each nipple. Harry moaned in his stupor. Severus’ cock jumped. He removed his hand only long enough to bring the bloody palm back to his mouth and suckle… only for a bit. He licked again, wetting the wound and encouraging a brand new pool of blood to begin to swell. He lay the hand back down and continued his exploration.

The boy was truly beautiful. Severus knew it all along. He was not blind. He watched him grow from a gawky ten- year old into this boy-man of almost seventeen. And since Lucius turned him, everything he saw, felt, thought and tasted was stronger than even possible to put into words. He looked at Harry’s semi exposed chest. He pushed the fabric aside to fully expose his left breast. He reached down to it and again slightly pinched the hardened nipple. He spoke quietly, “You will be mine Harry. You will not know it, but you will be mine. I will suffocate your thoughts and your dreams,” and with those words Severus popped open the top button on the boys trousers.

Chapter Six

“Harry! Hurry up! You’re going to be late for the game! We can’t win the cup final without you ya know!” Ron yelled up the steps to the bedrooms from the Gryffindor common room.

Harry came bounding down the steps, skipping every second one, his Quidditch cape fluttering boldly behind him, “sorry Ron, couldn’t find my elbow guards.” With that, both boys ran from the room.

The game was a hard one. The sky had been dark and gloomy. Rain pelted at each inch of exposed flesh, stinging with every drop. Coupled with the fact that it was Gryffindor against Slytherin made the win nearly impossible but Harry came up with the snitch about 45 minutes into the match giving Gryffindor a final score of 175 to 150! The Slytherins screamed bloody foul but Madame Hooch paid no attention. The game was deemed a fair one and Harry, of course, was the hero! Harry did not notice Snape watching as his team-mates hoisted him onto their shoulders and hastened him off the field to begin the celebrations.

And celebrations they were. It was well past midnight when McGonagall was finally able to convince the celebrators to “get their weary heads to bed!”

No sooner than when Harry’s head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. It didn’t take long before the dream started.

Chapter Seven

It was so familiar. Harry liked this dream. Sometimes he would have it during the day as he sat in class ‘reading’ a particularly boring chapter in a text book. He never told anyone about them. They would think him off his ruddy rocker! Of course, they were all about Professor Snape. Often the dreams were quite similar. He would ‘wake’ in his dream and find himself walking, almost floating, down to Snapes private room. He would never knock on the door. It would simply open and allow him in. Snape would be waiting for him by the couch… or bed. Harry would go to him. He would stand before him and feel calm and relaxed as Snape would slowly undress him. He would absorb each slight touch he’d bestow on his body. His hands and fingers and mouth would be gentle yet urgent. Harry would get hard, very hard. Snape would be hard too. Harry would often find himself begging the Professor to let him take him in his mouth. Harry wanted nothing more than to give the man pleasure. Snape would often let him, and Harry would fall to his knees at his front and take him eagerly into his hot mouth.

The dreams always ended the same way. Snape would lay Harry down on the bed, couch, floor, whatever was closest and would suckle the blood from somewhere on his body. If Harry had particularly pleased The Professor, then Snape would suckle the blood from his cock or semen engorged balls.

Harry always awoke ‘back’ in his bed, his body covered in sweat, obviously having just cum but no sticky residue to be seen. He always awoke both exhilarated yet feeling drained off all energy. It was almost as if he truly had just had his blood drained by The Professor. It was bloody brilliant and wonderful and he never wanted the dreams to end.

Epilogue

“Harry! Where on earth have you been?”

Harry looked down at himself. He was still in his pyjamas but his shirt was open and his pant fronts wet and dirty. His feet were bare and covered with mud and dirt. It was 3 in the morning.

Harry looked up at his wife. She was standing in their living room looking him over with astonishment and worry.

He shrugged, “what happened?”

“You’ve obviously been sleep walking again. Honestly, Harry, I’m going to have to put a lock on the front door if you keep wandering out every other night…. And I don’t even WANT to know why your pants are wet!”

Harry stood there and thought. He knew it was the dream again. He hadn’t stopped having them and never once told his wife about them. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t understand how he loved them. How he needed them. Neither of them noticed Severus walk away from the house, a smile on his face.

End.