So Narcotic

A/N: Some of you will recognize this story. I originally published it under the pen name Arianrhod, but after finding several other authors using that name, I changed my pseudonym to Lidane and took all my fics down for a while. Well, now I\'m back.

I still get e-mails about the Delicate Boy series of stories, so I\'m reposting them here on AFF for the sake of archiving.This story is unedited and untouched from the initial publishing.

I wrote this waaaay before HBP, it\'s completely AU and shouldn\'t be considered serious fiction by anyone. But it\'s porn, so that\'s a good thing. Enjoy! :)

Title: So Narcotic
Author: Lidane
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Warnings: Slash, some language, mild kink, and mild BDSM
Spoilers: a few mild ones, including one for OotP, so read at your
own risk
Feedback: would be great
Archive: After Class and AdultFanFiction.net for now. Anyone else
who might want this, just ask first.
Disclaimer: If you think I own this, or profit from it, seek help
immediately. Also, both the title and first line belong to Placebo,
since I stole them both from the same song I quoted below.
Summary: Harry goes back to Elysium, and spends an eventful night
with his master, Severus.

A/N: This will make more sense to you if you go and read my story
Delicate Boy first, which can be found in my user profile. There will be
other stories in this universe with the other main pairings—
Harry/Lucius and Harry/Tom, but this is it for now.

Written for Brigantia, who challenged me to finally write a
Harry/Sev fic. She\'s patiently endured my love for Harry/Lucius, and
she introduced me to the loveliness that is Brian Molko, so I\'m
going to indulge her by writing this, with an adult Harry who has a
particular look. *evil grin* Since this is not my usual ship, and
I\'ve never written a full story with this pairing before, I have my
doubts about how good this is. Please be gentle when you review.
Brig--this is all for you, love. Mwah! :)

~~*~~

Does his make-up in his room
Douse himself with cheap perfume
Eyeholes in a paper-bag
Greatest lay I ever had
Kind of guy who mates for life
Gotta help him find a wife
We\'re a couple when our bodies double…-- Placebo, \"Nancy Boy\"

~~*~~

/Comes across all shy and coy, just another Nancy boy…/

Checking his appearance one final time, Harry Potter looked in the
mirror, satisfied with the results, and grabbed his wand, raising it
over his head and apparating from his flat in London to a small,
isolated area of England.

Making the short trek down the road, the young man idly ran a hand
through his hair and then he spotted his destination. Elysium. The
club he\'d been coming to for just over a year, and where he had been
meeting his three lovers in various guises for most of that time.
Lucius, Severus, and Tom. A small smile passed his lips when he
thought of the men, and he reached in his pocket to get out the
money needed to tip the doorman.

He was a club regular, and like all regulars, didn\'t pay to get in
the door, and didn\'t stand in line. He would simply walk to the
velvet rope and be let in, no questions asked, while others would
wait all night if they had to, and many times wouldn\'t get near the
door. The scene reminded Harry of a Muggle film he had seen about a
dance club in New York called Studio 54, but of course, he kept that
observation to himself. No one else he knew would understand the
reference, except possibly Hermione.

As he ambled to the bar to get a drink, Harry\'s thoughts wandered
back to the three men in his life. How would his friends react to
this? They knew he was gay. Hell, the whole wizarding world knew
that, as he\'d been outed back in his Hogwarts days when Rita
Skeeter, in her animagus form, and a photographer, hidden behind
privacy and silencing wards, caught him kissing Kevin Entwhistle
near Hogsmeade in sixth year, when he and the Ravenclaw had finished
a meal at The Three Broomsticks and were heading back to the school.

And his friends knew that he had cross-dressed before, since Justin
Finch-Fletchley was a mutual friend and they could understand his
need for disguises, given his fame. They could even accept that he
now wore makeup and nail polish openly, even when dressed as a boy,
and had defended him when others had objected to it. It was his
life, they said. He was an adult, and could do what he wanted.

But none of them had any idea about Severus, Lucius and Tom. And
Harry was determined to keep that secret. Friends or not, they would
kill him outright if they knew he was shagging the Dark Lord and his
two top Death Eaters when they were in the middle of a war with
Voldemort. Of course, they would have been most forgiving of the
relationship with Severus, since they all assumed that he was a spy
for their side, his membership in the Order solidifying that status.
Harry, of course, knew otherwise. Sev *was* a spy. Just not in the
way they thought. He suspected that Dumbledore knew this, as the man
never gave all of the details of his plans away at meetings, and the
Order wouldn\'t know until right before any actions were taken
exactly what was expected of them.

Once he\'d placed his order with the German bartender, Steffan, the
young Gryffindor mused silently about the relationships he had with
each man as he watched his blonde friend go and pour his drink.

Lucius was a romantic at heart, underneath the exterior façade of an
arrogant, cold bastard, and their relationship reflected that. Long
dinners in upscale French restaurants, trips to Italy with Harry in
character as Willow to protect their privacy, gifts, and lots of
late night conversations, followed by explosive sex. There was a
very passionate, loving being hidden by the icy, steel gray eyes and
the long platinum blonde hair, impeccable black robes and snake
cane. It just wasn\'t something the Slytherin liked making public
knowledge, so he played his role effectively and deliberately, but
Harry knew better.

In Tom, Harry found total surrender. It was almost like worship.
The newly restored human form of Voldemort treated him like a gift
from on high, with reverence. It was almost as if he couldn\'t
believe that any of it was real, and he was determined to hang on to
whatever it was they had at all costs.

Harry guessed that it was because of the inherent nature of their
relationship. One was the evil, hated Dark Lord, who the wizarding
world couldn\'t even bear to name, and who they actively fought
against. The other was the Boy Who Lived, who had rendered Voldemort
incorporeal for well over a decade, almost killing him, and who was
expected to rid the world of said menace. Both of them were more
than the caricatures they had been created to be. Yes, Tom was a
murderer, and a bastard, and an evil overlord, but he had his
lighter side as well, and with Harry, he understood things like
caring, affection, and love for the very first time in his long
life. And because of Tom, Harry had learned to embrace some of the
darker aspects of his personality, his magic and his life. They
balanced each other out.

With Severus, Harry found not only affection, but a fierce
challenger as well. Just as he had in the Gryffindor\'s school days,
the Potions master was always testing his patience, and his limits,
magical and otherwise, only now it was both in and out of bed.
Whether it was magical training and dueling practices done at the
request of the Order, the Dark Arts he was learning from his lover,
intellectual debates over dinner, or the power games the older man
favored in bed, it didn\'t matter. The Death Eater pushed Harry to
the ends of his endurance and beyond constantly.

Turning and surveying the room around him, his back to the bar,
Harry casually sipped the alcoholic concoction and watched through
half-lidded eyes as couples danced, waitresses made their rounds and
conversations were had. And from the corner of his eye, he spotted
him. It was Severus, dressed impeccably as always.

Tonight, the older man had a silk drop back coat, with intricate
silver buttons on the collar, fitted cuffs, and a serpentine clasp
holding it close. The front of the jacket stopped at his waist, but
the back went just past his knees, surrounding those gorgeous,
powerful legs. On first look, Harry thought it was like most of
Sev\'s wardrobe and black, but when he got a better glance, he could
see it was a deep Slytherin green that bordered on black instead. A
white cravat shirt, tight black leather trousers and black
dragonhide boots completed the ensemble, along with the usually
intense gaze the Potions master had perfected to an art form.

His jet black hair, which fell halfway down his back, hung loosely
and was gleaming and brushed, and to Harry, Severus looked like a
rogue, or a pirate. He was gorgeous, and only the older Slytherin
could pull off the look convincingly, wearing it like it was his
birthright instead of a trend. Lucius had a different, more
aristocratic sense of style, as did Tom, but they weren\'t here
tonight. Both men were in Germany—or was it Bulgaria?—on \"business\"
which usually meant some sort of Death Eater related matter, and
Harry knew better than to ask. He might be involved with these men,
but they weren\'t stupid enough to tell him any of their plans.

Smiling at his lover, Harry leaned back and put his drink on the bar
and looked up at the darker man, who leaned in to plant a small kiss
on his lips. Severus pushed a lock of Harry\'s hair aside and looked
at the younger man and smirked.

~~*~~

Remarkable.

That\'s the first word that comes to mind when I think of all that
has happened in the past few months, particularly with regards to
the beautiful young man in front of me.

Harry is no longer the almost naïve, irritating, insolent boy I knew
when he was a student. He\'s seen too much in his young life. Done
too much. Death, devastation, suffering…he has seen them all, and
saw them first hand before most people even have their first dates,
or their first kiss.

Even those simple pleasures were denied him, for by the time he
discovered his preferences and had shyly agreed to a first date with
one of his yearmates--a Ravenclaw boy, if I remember correctly--
that Skeeter bitch followed him and outed the boy to the world, much
to his horror.

I can still remember the spectacular amount of hate mail and Howlers
he was sent in the aftermath, because although the wizarding world
is far more tolerant of gays and lesbians than Muggles, there were
those that had held Harry up to such a deified level of goodness and
purity and light, the fact that he would never marry a nice witch,
settle down in a small cottage with a white picket fence, and breed
a litter of children for Gryffindor simply unhinged some people to a
terrifying degree. It was so bad in the beginning that his post had
to be diverted to the Headmaster\'s office, all Howlers automatically
destroyed and all letters checked for charms and hexes before he
ever saw them, any death threats or hate mail incinerated.

It\'s no wonder he seized on his muggleborn friend Justin\'s
invitation to try cross-dressing when they had graduated, and why he
would go out in Muggle England dressed as a woman. He\'d have been
followed and hounded in the wizarding world had he gone out on his
own, and he needed an escape. It\'s also why he used the pretense of
being female to approach myself, Tom and Lucius at first. He wanted
the freedom and anonymity that the disguises would allow, and he was
able to mask his own guilt over his desires, separating himself from
the characters he had created.

The night we discovered his duplicity, the three of us were amused
and flattered more than offended or outraged. As we waited for the
boy to arrive in the bedchamber, we discussed what we would do. Of
course, being a high-ranking pair of Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord
himself, all of us with mastery of the Dark Arts, we could have been
vicious. We could have raped him, scarring his body and his mind. We
could have killed him and mutilated his corpse, sending it to the
Order and plunging the world into chaos. He could have been hexed
into insanity like the Longbottoms. We could have done any number of
things. But we chose instead to share him, our curiosity about
Harry, and our arousal at the whole situation winning out over any
anger or betrayal we might have felt

In the end, I believe we made the best choice.

Any other course of action, and I\'d never have gotten to know this
incredible young man.

He\'s grown quite a bit since his school days. He\'s not overly tall,
but neither is he petite. He is slender, with an even, olive toned
complexion, and expressive eyes, which are of the deepest green.
They are the same shade as the Avada Kedavara, but beautiful instead
of grotesque. He finally has managed to get a handle on the unruly
mess that was known as his hair, and his current cut is short in the
back, but an angular, medium length fringe cut in front. His hair
just grazes his cheekbones at its longest, and he takes great care
with it. And his experiences in Muggle London, both as a man and a
woman, have given him a casual, but classy sense of personal style.

At the moment, he is in all black—a well cut silk blazer, short-
sleeved t-shirt beneath it, along with matching slacks and a slim,
dragonhide belt that Tom gave him, with a serpentine buckle, and
dragonhide boots. The most noticeable thing, however, is that he now
wears his makeup openly, though he still covers his scar and he also
uses glamourie charms to hide his eye color when he comes here. His
brows are neatly plucked and shaped, with full eyeliner, mascara and
eyeshadow in subtle tones, a light hint of rouge on his cheeks, and
a soft, wine colored lipstick on carefully lined and shaped lips,
with a matching polish on his nails. He now has an easy, androgynous
beauty, which only makes him more desirable. People see him and
wonder, but he just smiles coyly and carries on, ignoring them all.

He has grown more confident in who he is, and although he still has
to hide from the public at large most of the time, he does so now in
plain sight, by changing his eye color at random, and always hiding
his scar, rather than in the guises he used before, unless the
circumstances warrant it. For example, when he went with Lucius to
Milan, they wanted their privacy, so Willow made an appearance out
in public, which was for the best, as the Daily Prophet ended up
running a front page story, speculating on who the mystery woman in
the blonde\'s life was, but no one has ever been able to find out.

At least here, in Elysium, he has a sanctuary.

Tom\'s magic helps to strengthen the wards of the club and keep it
unplottable, due to it being a haven for Dark wizards and Death
Eaters, and he has always had both Lucius and me, as well as
himself, keyed into the magic surrounding the building. We come and
go at will, since the wards mask our magical signatures from
detection, as well as our physical presence. In more extreme cases,
like if an Auror or a reporter was spotted in the building, any of
us could send out a mild obliviation spell to the entire club, which
rendered the persons affected by it unable to remember if we were
seen, but otherwise having full recognition of their nights out.

After we had shared Harry, we knew that in order to give him the
ability to constantly visit Elysium without arousing suspicion, we
would have to make changes to the wards and key him into them as
well. I was able to get his magical signature when he was a student,
through the Order absurdly enough, since I was then in the process
of creating some healing potions for his personal use to ease the
pain from his scar and to help him sleep through his visions of
Death Eater activity. Since a person\'s magical signature is as
unique as their fingerprints, I was able to give Tom the information
he needed without ever approaching Harry, though we did tell him
later on what had been done.

It was after that that he abandoned Kelly, Sage and Willow as
constant characters, and opted instead to save them for when they
were required. After all, if he could come to the club all but
openly now, and not be found, and if the crowd in the building could
be made to forget that he was ever there, then all he needed was to
cover his scar and change his eye color, and he would blend in
perfectly. From then on, he was just as carefree when he came out
as he was the night we found him out.

Ironically enough, it has been the three of us who, apart from
giving him a haven from the outside world, have also given him the
means to survive, training him in ways that the Order would have
frowned upon. He has learned the Dark Arts from the three of us, as
well as dueling skills, and even weapons training with swords and
daggers. We\'ve taught him hexes, both Light and Dark that he would
never have learned in school, including the Unforgivable curses.

That was an interesting experience, as he remembers his mother\'s
death when Dementors are near, so for him to learn the
Unforgivables, including Avada Kedavara—practiced on small animals
transfigured from inanimate objects, since he refused to aim his
wand at another person unless he had to—was an ordeal. There were a
lot of tears, and a lot of self-doubt, and quite a few shouting
matches in the process, but we knew he had to go through the pain of
it all if he expected to live. Death Eaters are an unforgiving lot,
and to defeat one, you have to fight like one. We wanted to give
him a chance.

We have also gifted him with items to keep him safe should he travel
openly as Harry Potter, scar and all.

The belt that Tom gave him is a Portkey, the buckle keyed to send
him to Hogwarts—since that would be the most natural place the Boy
Who Lived would go should danger arise, and it deflects any
questions from the Order of where the gift came from. The watch he
owns was charmed by Lucius to send him a small shock if an imminent
threat was nearby, and I gave him a ring, which he wears on his
right hand that is the opposite of what a Muggle calls a poison
ring.

Instead of a small latch, which opens to reveal a space small enough
for a cyanide pill, the ring I gave him allows him to discreetly
detect poisons in his food or drink merely by glancing at it while
he eats or drinks. If he takes a glass he is offered, or cuts into a
meal he is served, and the stones decorating the ring change to a
certain color, he will know what type of potential toxins might
exist, and can act accordingly. There are those, years later, who
are still irrationally angry and bitter against him for being gay,
so Harry has explained the three items off to his friends and to the
Order as a means to protect himself from stalkers and those that
would hurt him for being homosexual. And since I owned up to the
ring outright during a meeting, those that would have been the most
paranoid on his behalf accepted his explanation.

The one thing we have not done is talk to Harry about our
contingency plans for the war.

Technically, it is still in full swing, though both sides have been
fairly inactive in the past few months. And with the prophecy that
Dumbledore gave Harry—of course, only partially complete, but enough
for the Light to accept—still in effect, we have to prepare
accordingly. Either Harry or Tom has to die for the war to end. They
are either slayer, or victim to each other. And I find that I cannot
bear to lose either of them, and neither can Lucius. We have our
plans already in place--- Lucius has the wealth, power and influence
to get both of us out of any serious interrogations, bribing,
blackmailing and threatening those who stand in his way, and also I
have my membership in the Order, and my years as a Professor
and \"spy\" to account for my character should I ever go to trial.

But that doesn\'t answer what we need to do about Harry and Tom.

The topic has come up in private conversations at Riddle Manor. What
in all the hells do we do? All three of us are unbearably selfish
when it comes to Harry. We all care for him, like having him in our
lives, and we don\'t want to lose him. And we certainly can\'t kill
him now, as he has shown us all much more of himself than anyone had
ever seen before. He is truly an incredible man.

We have narrowed it down to two major options.

On the one hand, we can fake Harry\'s death, kill off or imprison the
Order and take over the world, but at what cost? It would hurt him
irreparably if we did such a thing, sacrificing his friends and
family for power, and he would never forgive us. We would gain the
world, but lose him in the process.

On the other hand, we can fake Tom\'s death, redeem Harry in the eyes
of those who have shunned him for his sexuality and his darker
aspects, such as Parseltongue, and end the war. Lucius can buy his
way out of prison as he has before, and I can plead that my work in
the Order should count for something. And with Tom believed dead,
the world would move forward. He can be the savior of the wizarding
world and finally be left alone, having done his duty for others,
leaving him free to live his own life for a change.

Ultimately, it comes down to one major question. What is more
important—raw power over others by ruling with an iron fist, or the
gorgeous young man who has changed and affected us all in different
ways?

When we know the answer to that question, then we will know what to
do.

Standing here now as I ponder all of this, I feel a hand at my
shoulder, and I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I look back down
into a pair of curious eyes, glamouried to a dark chocolate brown,
and I realize I miss the green. I miss kissing his scar, and those
arms around me. I need to get him out of here. I need those emeralds
unfocused and glazed over from desire as I make love to him. I need
him naked, hard, and under me, and as soon as possible.

\"What\'s wrong, Sev?\" he asks me, his brow furrowed in
concern. \"You\'ve been awfully quiet.\"

I smile at him and shake my head again as I lean in to taste his
kiss once more. \"It\'s nothing important, love,\" I whisper, tracing a
finger down his perfectly rouged cheek, and across his jaw
line. \"Just lost in thought. I apologize, my pet.\"

He shivers slightly at the title, and a smirk crosses my face. I
know he loves the games we play, as it enables him to set aside his
burdens and his fame, and just exist for pleasure. Unlike other pets
I have had in the past, I have taken great care not to hurt him
physically. His worthless Muggle family did enough of that, and I
have no interest in him being a broken, mindless slave, or whipping
boy, but merely submissive to my will in bed. He knows it will be
good for him, so he gives in to me, and I work to bring him to
ecstasy. Seeing Harry lose himself in sensation and in his
submission to me is an incredible turn on, and I know he enjoys
seeing my reactions to his surrender.

He looks at me once more, a perfectly manicured hand tracing circles
on my arm, and a teasing smile on those sinful lips of his.

\"So are we to stay out here all night, my Master?\" he asks lightly,
his mouth turned up in amusement. \"I\'ve finished my drink, and
you\'ve not touched yours, but I have no more interest in staying out
here.\"

Maddening brat. He knows just what to say to me. I growl mentally at
the tone in his voice.

\"No, my pet. I have no desire to be here either,\" I purr, tracing my
tongue across his bottom lip, then kissing him once more. \"I think
it\'s time I took you to our chambers and punished you for your
disrespect.\"

And so I did.

~~*~~

As soon as the two men were in the room, and the silencing and
locking charms were put in place at the serpentine handled doors, it
was a hungry pair of mouths that came together in a desperate kiss.

Jackets were cast aside, and Severus leaned back against the wall,
cradling Harry in his arms, his hands laced at small of the younger
man\'s back. Nipping at the tip of his lover\'s nose, the Slytherin
smirked down at an amused Gryffindor.

\"You don\'t need to hide anymore, love,\" he said, idly tracing a
finger over the general location of that famous lightning bolt scar.
Harry laughed, the sound one that the Potions master never tired of
hearing.

Pulling his wand and muttering two quick incantations, the Boy Who
Lived looked back up at the older wizard and grinned. His kohl
rimmed, expertly done emerald green eyes sparkling in mirth as he
cocked his head to the side, revealing the mark that made him famous
to the world. \"Is that better, my Master?\" he inquired sweetly,
earning him a growl and a bruising kiss in response.

\"Cheeky pet,\" slurred Severus. \"I\'ve let you get away with far too
much tonight,\" he said, grasping slim hips tightly and grinding his
erection against the other, eliciting a soft moan from the younger
man.

\"Oh! That\'s…so good….\" groaned Harry as his head rolled back and his
eyes closed.

A firm grip at his hips as the Death Eater stopped moving, and the
green eyed man looked up. Severus brought a hand up to Harry\'s
shoulder and pushed down. \"On your knees, boy,\" he commanded. \"You
know what to do,\" said the older wizard, and the Gryffindor moaned
and licked his lips in anticipation, sinking to his knees as ordered.

Removing the Potions master\'s belt and casting it aside, Harry
unclasped and unzipped the tight leather trousers his lover had on
and opened them up, exposing the hard cock concealed by the soft
material. Reaching in and pulling out the engorged length, he
lightly traced his shaped and painted nails down the shaft and
teased the vein on the underside, drawing a shiver and a moan from
the man above him.

Mischievous gleam in jade eyes, and Harry leaned forward; flicking
the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip as he stroked Severus
with a soft touch he knew would try the older man\'s patience. He was
rewarded with another moan and a hand gripping his hair
tightly. \"Pet…\" warned the Death Eater. \"You know better than that.\"

\"Do I, my Master?\" countered the Boy Who Lived, a light tone in his
voice. \"Sometimes I forget my place,\" he whispered as he lapped at
the tip once more, his fingers still teasing the strained flesh
beneath them.

Severus brought his other hand up and laced his fingers in that
soft, jet-black hair. \"Then I suppose it falls to me to remind you,\"
he leered, thrusting his hips forward, his cock going into that
sinful, hot mouth and down his throat.

Starting a hard rhythm, the Slytherin moaned at the wet heat
surrounding him and the decadent picture the two of them made. Over
and over he watched himself sink into the mouth that was currently
evaporating all conscious thought and chills went up his spine.

\"Yes, that\'s it, pet. Suck that cock like the pretty little whore
you are,\" he sighed, the feel of Harry\'s tongue applying pressure to
the vein underneath driving the older wizard wild. Groaning around
the erection in his mouth, Harry felt himself harden even more, and
reached a hand down between his legs, unfastening his belt and
trousers, wrapping a hand around his erection to give himself some
temporary relief. Severus noticed.

Yanking hard on the hair beneath his hands to pull the younger
wizard off his erection, Severus looked down into glowing emerald
eyes. \"Naughty boy. You know that you\'re not allowed to touch
yourself, or to come unless I say you can. Stand up,\" he ordered.
Rising to his feet, Harry found himself pulled into a hungry, deep
kiss, the older wizard tasting himself on the boy\'s tongue as he
explored the sinful mouth of the Boy Who Lived.

Pulling back and looking at his lover, the Death Eater saw the
flushed tone to his skin, kiss bruised lips, and slightly elevated
breathing, and reveled in the sight of this debauched young man in
front of him. He had to have more. Tossing his hair back over his
shoulders, the Potions master looked at the younger wizard and
said, \"Go. Stand in the middle of the room,\" and Harry moved quickly
to obey.

Walking over to the cabinets on the wall, Severus grabbed a few
items, laying some on the bed and leaving the riding crop firmly in
his grip. Looking the Gryffindor directly in the eye, the Slytherin
advanced on his lover.

Insinuating the tip of the crop into Harry\'s trousers, the Death
Eater hissed and got as close as possible to the green-eyed wizard,
his lips ghosting over the smaller man\'s as he spoke. \"You will
remember your place, my beauty. I am in charge, and I control when
and how you touch yourself when we are here,\" whispered Snape,
adding more pressure with the crop to Harry\'s erection, drawing a
moan from him.

At that, Severus pulled the crop out and brought it down swiftly and
harshly against his lover\'s hip, making him cry out. \"Now, my
tempting little slut, strip the both of us bare, then go lie on the
bed in the center, your hands holding on to the headboard.\"

With patient, reverent hands, the Boy Who Lived set about revealing
his lover to him, first by kneeling once more and removing the older
man\'s boots and socks, then his trousers, running his hands up his
Master\'s powerful legs. \"Did I tell you that you could touch my
body, my pet?\" asked Snape, indulgent tone in his voice. \"No, my
Master,\" replied Harry, turning his eyes to the floor in submission.

Sighing, the Slytherin said, \"It is obvious then, that you need
correction, beauty. Hurry and strip us, then get in bed,\" he ordered
once more, and this time, the Gryffindor complied without incident,
finding himself naked and aroused, body quivering in anticipation as
he laid in the large, four post bed, his hands holding the headboard
as instructed, his Master looming over him, intense gaze firmly in
place.

\"Ah, my wayward little plaything, what should I do to you first?\"
Severus asked rhetorically as he took the silk ties he had left on
the bed and tied Harry\'s wrists to the bed. \"I think I will show you
that it is in your best interest to submit to me, pet. I can make it
worthwhile for a delectable boy such as you,\" he breathed, ghosting
his breath across the bound man\'s nipples, making them harden
instantly.

But the Boy wasn\'t going down without one final challenge to his
Master.

\"Is that all I am to you, my Master? A prize to be had?\" he asked
pointedly, amusement in his emerald eyes. \"And do you think you can
claim me?\"

Obsidian eyes darkened in arousal at the defiance, and an arrogant
smirk crossed the Slytherin\'s lips. \"You\'re mine, boy. At least here
and now, tonight, and in this bed, you belong to me, and by the time
I am finished with you, you will know it,\" he hissed, his hand
reaching out and stroking Harry\'s erection lightly as he leaned in
for a kiss. \"Please…\" whimpered Harry as his hips arched into the
touch, his head falling to the side and exposing his neck to Snape
for exploration. \"Please…\"

Severus continued the lazy rhythm on Harry\'s cock as his mouth and
tongue explored every inch of revealed skin, lingering on well known
sensitive spots that the Gryffindor had, drawing more moans and
gasps from the supine body beneath his.

\"Yes, my pretty whore,\" slurred Severus as his mouth traveled
lower, \"it is time to remind you that you exist for my pleasure,\"
his tongue tracing down Harry\'s lower abdomen and around the hard
shaft that was weeping under the constant touch. Flicking the tip of
his tongue out and licking off the pearls of moisture at the tip,
the Death Eater leaned in and took the younger wizard into his
mouth, causing a loud, keening moan to escape his lover\'s lips.

As he worked on the hard shaft, the hand that had been stroking
Harry was working its way lower, cupping his testicles gently and
massaging them lightly, the younger wizard\'s breath catching in his
throat at the contact. Deciding he was getting impatient, Severus
shifted his attention from his lover for a moment, and knelt up,
summoning a small jar to him, then going back to his lazy, stroking
rhythm while he opened the jar and slicked his fingers, using his
larger frame to push Harry\'s legs further apart

The younger wizard had been on pins and needles, knowing that just a
bit longer, and he would have climaxed from his Master\'s mouth on
his shaft. Wailing in frustration, he cried out, \"No! Oh, please…\"
he begged, arching his body wantonly, trying to get some more
pressure against his erection. \"You can\'t leave me like this, my
Master. Please…\"

An amused glance down at the body of his lover, and Severus
chuckled. \"Look at you, my delicious slut. All laid out, and hard,
just begging for me to fuck you.\" As his slicked hand began to make
its way to Harry\'s entrance, the Death Eater surveyed the wizard
beneath him. \"You\'re beautiful, my whore. Such grace, and power, and
right now it\'s all mine. All of it is mine,\" he leered as he waved
his hand in a vague motion, untying the silk bonds wandlessly. \"Get
up on all fours, love. I want to get you ready for me.\"

Obeying without question, his nerves stretched tightly with lust,
Harry shivered as he waited for what was next. \"Such a wanton boy,\"
growled Snape. \"You want to be taken, don\'t you? You\'re more than
ready for me, aren\'t you, pet?\"

\"Yes!\" cried Harry. \"Please…please take me, my Master,\" he pleaded,
arching his back into the touch of the older wizard\'s hand as it
ghosted a trail down his back to his entrance, one slicked finger
making its way into his body, the tight ring of muscle clenching
around it as the green eyed lad moaned.

Finally reaching the limits of his patience, Snape quickly prepared
Harry with two, then three fingers, stretching him for claiming,
then slicking up his own erection with the remaining lubricant.
Positioning himself, he pushed forward, sheathing himself in the
tight heat of the Boy Who Lived. For his part, Harry had braced
himself for the intrusion, but couldn\'t bite back another keening
moan as he felt the blunt, thick hardness of his lover entering him.

\"Oh, gods…\" he breathed, and he and Severus both stilled, allowing
for their bodies to adjust to the sensation of being joined once
more, then the Potions master pulled out slightly, and thrust back
in, his stroke grazing the younger man\'s prostate as it re-entered.
Stars shone behind the Gryffindor\'s eyes and his arms buckled in
response, the emerald eyed wizard falling forward on to his hands,
his face almost buried in the bed. \"Yes…more, please…oh, gods…\" he
panted, steadying himself once again.

Leaning forward, Snape licked a trail down the boy\'s neck and bit on
his shoulder. His sibilant voice broke the silence. \"That\'s it, my
gorgeous little slut. Scream for me. I want to hear you as I fuck
you. I want to hear your voice call my name, and I want you to know
who is claiming you.\"

Grasping his lover\'s hips firmly, Severus leaned back and began a
hard, steady rhythm into Harry\'s body, hitting his secret spot on
every stroke, the younger man crying out and whimpering, begging his
Master for purchase, and begging to be allowed to come. Thrusting
back to meet Snape\'s movements, the two wizards soon felt their
climaxes approaching, their mutual cries filling the air as the
scent of sex permeated the room.

Growling intently as he felt his impending release, Severus leaned
forward again and harshly bit Harry\'s shoulder. A passion-roughened
voice spoke, \"*My* whore. *My* pet. My delicious, wanton prize. Say
it, boy. Say you\'re mine. I want to hear it,\" he grunted, his
thrusts increasing in intensity.

His body taut with lust, Harry could barely form the words to
reply. \"Yes! Yours. All yours, my Master. Always yours. Please…let
me come. Please, fuck me.\"

At his lover\'s words, something snapped in the Slytherin and he
growled deeply once more, driving even more forcefully into the
sinful body he was impaling. When he reached around to grasp Harry\'s
straining cock, that was all it took, and the younger man reached
his climax. Howling in pleasure, the Gryffindor cried out his
lover\'s name and screamed inarticulately as his seed shot out over
Severus\' hand, and on to the bed. A few more powerful thrusts, and
the Death Eater followed suit, hissing out Harry\'s name and holding
on to both of the younger man\'s hips as he released himself into
that tight body.

Falling forward, both wizards were out of breath, but Severus
retained enough presence of mind to summon his wand and cast a
cleaning charm on the bed and the both of them, the two men kissing
deeply and snuggling into each other, sleep claiming their satiated
bodies.

~~*~~

Here and now, in the darkness of this bedroom, with Harry in my
arms, I finally realize my answer to the dilemma that I am facing
along with Tom and Lucius.

All the raw power in the world isn\'t worth losing him over. It\'s
just not.

I look down at the raven-haired beauty in this bed and run my hands
up his body. He sighs in contentment and shifts unconsciously into
me, burying his head into my chest. It\'s a trusting, affectionate
motion, and shows his feelings for me. He trusts me not to hurt him
as he slumbers. He thinks I am safe enough for him to completely let
down his guard. And he\'s happy to be here—a rare occurrence in the
life he has lived, in the spotlight since he was a child for
something he did that was completely out of his control.

How then could I betray that trust of his, which he doesn\'t give
freely, considering his background?

His Muggle relatives used him as a slave, treating him worse than a
House elf. The wizarding world at large used him as a symbol, and a
tragic hero for them against a Dark Lord that most of them couldn\'t
even name. The Order uses him as a pawn, and as a martyr for their
cause. I suppose even Tom, Lucius and I use him as a sort of healing
salve to our souls, as he gives each of us some things we\'ve never
really had before—trust, affection, caring… love, even. And it seems
that through it all, he minds the three of us the least, and he can
finally be himself around us, showing the real personality beneath
the façade—the Slytherin that was there all along, hidden by the
Gryffindor that he was.

Why would I want to destroy that?

Closing my eyes once more, I pull him closer to me, feeling that
perfect Seeker\'s body mold to mine, and I know what I must do. I
will talk to Voldemort and to Lucius, and suggest that we go forward
with our plans to fake Tom\'s death. I\'m not sure how we will do
this, or what else will happen beyond that, but the young man in my
arms is worth the effort of trying.

As sleep finally claims me, a small voice in my head laughs at the
irony of my situation—a Death Eater in love with the Boy who brought
his Master down. And the Dark Lord himself shares the feelings that
I have for Harry, as does Lucius. And I am now willing to cast aside
everything I have fought for in order to keep this young man by my
side. I wonder if the other two feel the same.

I predict a long series of conversations ahead of me, but I find I
don\'t mind at all.

Love, after all, is worth the struggle.

*He* is worth it.

Beyond that, there really isn\'t much more to say.

~~*~~