Where are you?

Where are you?

“Where are you?” Harry cries out desperately. His throat is hoarse from shouting. “Where are you???” His voice breaks. Tears are silently running down his face.

He staggers through a dimly lit corridor. Getting forward is a hard task; every time he pushes his knees in front of him, they meet something like thick jelly.

His limbs feel like paralysed. But he has to move on.

He has to find him.

With all the power he can summon up, he stumbles on. The light is constantly getting lower. His eyes move around, trying to get a hold on the situation. Everywhere he looks, undefined greyness clouds over his surroundings. With an effort, he squeezes his eyes, forcing them to recognize something, anything, in his vicinity. But he can’t.

He is going blind.

His mind feels dizzy; he has trouble concentrating. Only one thought is present, only one thought is important.

He has to find him.

His progress becomes slower. The jelly thickens. It touches his legs, nestles around his arms, surrounds his chest. It becomes hard to breathe.

There is a light ahead. Right in this increasing darkness, there is a flicker of brightness to make out. He squints his eyes; his face contorts with the effort to get a better view. But his vision remains blurred.

When he looks down, he can not see the floor. Where his feet and legs are supposed to be, thick grey mist wavers. He looks up, but there is no ceiling; just blackness.

Panic sets in.

He clenches his fists, not daring to look for them. But eventually, he does.

He can’t neither make out his hands, nor his arms. They are simply gone; swallowed by the darkness.

A low whimper escapes his throat. “Sev?”

His voice is consumed by the cold grey vapour enclosing him. He tries again to make himself heard, a note of terror clearly audible this time:

“SEVERUS?”

No answer.

“Seve… RUS???”

Nothing.

Blackness. Even the light ahead is gone.

He can’t help it. His knees give in, and so does he.

He welcomes the darkness, gets lost in it. Inhales it until nothing of Harry is left.

There is just coldness. And blackness. And loneliness.

But he has to find him.

He turns around.

Harry is standing right in front of The Burrow. His heart leaps. He will be amongst friends! Eagerly he opens the front door and runs toward the kitchen.

Severus is there, and Ginny. Harry’s stomach does a somersault.

He feels safe and secure at once. He smiles, for nothing can harm him now. Here are his best friends, Severus and Ginny. They love him. He knows it. They told him so. He trusts them.

He loves them.

His heart opens wide; his smile is full of joy when he hurries toward them.

He stops abruptly.

Severus is holding Ginny in his arms, kissing her, devouring her mouth. They are making silly sounds. Obviously they don’t register Harry is there. Until he lets out a strangled sob.

Ginny’s eyes are half-lidded, just like awakened from sleep. She meets his eyes; and grins. Harry can see Severus’ salvia upon her full, red lips.

Severus has noticed his presence. He just stares blankly at him.

Harry manages a feeble, “Severus?”

Both of them, the dark-haired-man and the redheaded girl, break out in hysterical laughter, staring right into his face.

The laughter is so loud it hurts his ears.

But he tries again. All his despair is expressed when he cries out, still not believing what is displayed in front of his eyes: “Severus?”

His response is another laughing fit of the couple. They are actually shrieking now.

Harry’s eyes start to burn. A lump builds up in his throat. He isn’t able to form any word with his lips.

The two of them are pointing their fingers at him. They are shaking with laughter.

His heart breaks. He starts to sob.

Their amusement increases. Severus and Ginny are supporting each other, holding their arms to their stomachs, still pointing at him.

Harry sinks down to his knees. The laughter continues, ringing in his ears.

He buries his head between his arms. Tears are running down his cheeks in a constant stream. Little moans escape his chest. He wants to turn around, flee from the mocking sounds, but he is paralysed.

He bawls like a baby.

The louder he weeps, the lower the sound of the laughter becomes. Harry starts to howl, until his whole world consists only of sobs, blocking the laughter out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A feeling of unease disturbed Severus in his dreams. Something was wrong. Trying to sober up fast, he opened his eyes.

What was wrong?

Instinctively he reached out for Harry, lying curled up beside him. Everything appeared to be as it should be. Harry was sound asleep. Affectionately Severus let his hand move down Harry’s shoulder toward his chest. It was heaving labouredly.

Alarmed, Severus moved closer toward the tense figure beside him and enclosed the cold form with the comfortable temperature of his sleep-heated body, pulled him as close as he could. Cautiously, not wanting to wake him, he started to caress Harry’s trembling shoulder with his warm hand.

When the shaking didn’t stop, Severus buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck and placed little kisses upon the soft skin. He adjusted his position a little, moved the tense form even tighter toward himself and tried his best to soothe the fragile body in his arms with his tender kisses and his deep voice.

“There… Everything’s all right. Harry. Shush… shush.”

Harry stirred. And then his whole body clenched.

“Nooooo!”

Severus flinched. He hadn’t expected an outbreak like that. But he held on to the shivering body. And continued to kiss the sweaty neck, making soothing noises.

Harry was awake now; Severus could feel it.

“What’s wrong?” he breathed softly.

The young man in his arms shivered slightly.

“Hm?” Harry had to clear his throat. “Nothing… It’s… jut nothing… Nothing’s wrong.”

Too many “Nothing’s“, in Severus’ opinion. He returned directly, “But you…”

Whatever Severus had intended to say, it had to wait. For he was suddenly embraced by Harry’s arms with such ferocity it took his breath away. Hungry kisses were covering his face and neck, sensitive hands and long legs were everywhere upon his body.

Severus reacted at once to the demanding body. He grabbed Harry in the tight embrace he liked so much and pressed his instant arousal against the young man’s thighs.

Harry wanted to be taken hard; this was obvious. Severus knew it from the fingernails groping frantically into his shoulders; the pushing of his tense groin into his; the teeth sinking into his shoulder.

There was a time for passion. There was a time when restrictions counted nothing, when caution and reserve didn’t interest at all. Blood and hurt were welcomed, even longed for.

But this wasn’t the time.

This was the time for plain, tender love-making.

And Severus did his best to show Harry what he meant to him. He held down the desperately struggling body with his arms and legs, forcing him to relax in his arms. And all of the time he was murmuring gentle words into the youth’s ears, words of endearment, words of love. After a while, Severus sensed the tension leave Harry’s body. He started to send little kisses down Harry’s throat toward his chest. Lovingly, he stroked the plane of Harry’s ribcage with both hands until he could feel deep breathing instead of frantic gasping.

Severus’ lips moved slowly down toward Harry’s bellybutton; his hands were caressing Harry’s body everywhere - anywhere he could reach the young masculine skin.

At last Severus cupped Harry’s ball-sac gently in one hand, and smiled when he received a relieved “Oh…” from his partner. Another affectionate touch, and Severus enclosed the erected penis. The slightly breathed “Yeah…”, encouraged Severus to rub the foreskin of the heated member up and down tenderly. He moved a little closer and started to rain little kisses upon the swollen glans in his fist. After Harry started to gasp loudly, he sucked the head into his wet mouth, caressing the cock with his tongue, protruding gently into the little slit, until he could taste Harry’s precome on his lips.

The love for Harry was almost overwhelming. Severus could have kissed, embraced, snuggled the youth all at once, eat him up alive. The older man felt a forceful, agonizing orgasm building up ready to burst. But he never touched himself.

Severus waited until he was sure Harry would come. Teased his cock with his tongue until at last the hips under his hands started to move frantically up and down. And when the delicious piece of flesh spilled out the longed for fluid right into his mouth, Severus couldn’t help but jerk off right onto Harry’s leg.

The panting of the young man slowly subsided. Severus cradled Harry once more into his arms, kissing his hair, his face, his throat.

“I love you, Harry.”

The young man in his arms moved closer into his embrace.

“There…” Severus whispered softly, “Everything will be all right…”

“Yes.” The answer was almost inaudibly.

“I’m here.” Severus gently stroked some strand out of Harry’s face. “I will always be…” He placed a gentle kiss upon the back of the youth head, burying his nose into the black mass of hair.

Harry’s breathing became even. He felt comfortable, warm and safe. Drifting into sleep, his lips curled up into a small, contented smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Severus???” A single tear creeps out of Harry’s eye and slowly glides down his cheek.

He staggers through a dimly lit corridor. Each step takes all of his strength. But he has to move on. He has to find him.

“Where are you???”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The end!?!