I'll Be Home For Christmas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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19
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16,775
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123
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I'll Be Home For Christmas
A little Christmas treat for the lovely SickPuppy, for all her patience and encouragement. Enjoy!
I'll Be Home For Christmas
He paced back and forth relentlessly, unable to stop himself even though he loathed himself for giving in to his nerves. "Stop it," he muttered and threw himself into the nearest chair, making himself sit still. He sighed in self annoyance to find himself tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. Scowling, he flung himself to his feet again, catching sight of himself in the mirror over the mantlepiece. "You look ridiculous," he growled to his reflection, "what the hell where you thinking?!" He snatched the Father Christmas cap off his head, balled it up and threw it across the room, his annoyance turning to anger. He didn't know why he bothered, he thought disgustedly, ripping off the rest of the costume. Whatever had possessed him to dress up as Father Christmas in the first place? To surprise his lover? He snorted at the thought, hopping about to take off one boot and then the other. The inconsiderate sod wasn't even here!! I promise, he'd said, just before rushing out the door, answering yet another unexpected and untimely summons. That was yesterday morning, and now...
"My God..." he whispered to the room, stunned to see that it was so late. Christmas was nearly over and he hadn't heard from the man in over 36 hours. A day and a half. His anger dissolved, and he stood there, not quite knowing what to do. The longer it took, the more danger was involved. Voldemort may be gone, but he'd left plenty of like-minded followers behind, and that made his lover a particularly wanted man. He felt a shudder go through him, as if...what did the Muggles say? A goose had walked over his grave. Unbidden, pictures of the torture any fugitive Death Eaters would subject his black-haired lover to, should he be caught, filled his mind.
"No..." he groaned, and then caught himself. "Stop it! " he reprimanded himself sharply. The man had more than enough experience with Death Eaters to be able to handle himself. After all, he'd been doing it for some time now, he'd be alright. He was just late, it was just taking longer than expected. Any minute now he'd appear and everything would be alright. "Yes, that's it. He'll be back any minute. After all, he promised," he told the room, trying to convince himself. "And he'd tell you the same. That he's more than capable of handling a few Death Eaters, or pseudoDark Lords, or whoever else was out to get him. He'd probably even roll his eyes at you and lecture you about how he's a grown man and can take care of himself, O Ye of Little Faith." He smiled at the thought. The man certainly had his snark down.
He gathered up the discarded costume and considered putting it back on, but then another idea struck him. He'd been planning on surprising his lover with the costume, making all his wishes come true, hehehe, why not really surprise him, he thought wickedly. He'd never in a million years expect this. Feeling somewhat silly, but relishing the thought of the surprised and amused expression on his lover's face, he fetched a length of Christmas ribbon, sat down, and began to stroke himself. The unexpectedness of the surprise, coupled with the idea of his lover unwrapping his "gift" made him hard almost immediately, and he snickered to himself as he wrapped the silky ribbon around his "gift". A big red bow later, he sat back to wait.
And wait........
And wait.
"God DAMN it!" he exploded twenty minutes later , his growing fear fueling his anger.
He got up and began pacing again, this time in worry, completely forgetting about his beribboned "gift" bobbing between his legs. Oh God, he thought, frantically. He didn't know what he'd do if something happened to the man he'd once hated and had grown to love so very deeply. It was something that continued to surprise him even after having been together for so long now. How hate could turn into such a deep love. That it had happened to them, the unlikeliest of couples. But here it was, his devotion was complete, and if something were to happen to his lover he knew that he wouldn't want to go on living in a world the man wasn't a part of. He drew a shaky breath, trying to stifle his growing panic, and closed his eyes against the tears that threatened. A half sob, half chuckle escaped him before it could stop it. Who in the world would have ever thought he'd be standing here crying , for Merlin's sake, over the man who once had been the bane of his existence? Just as he was about to give himself over to his worry and fear, a sharp crack sounded in the room.
"Made it," his lover said with relief in his voice.
His own relief was so great that he couldn't speak. He rushed to his lover, catching him up in a death grip, crushing their mouths together in a frantic kiss, deepening it as he felt the man's arms slide around him to hold him just as tightly.
"I'm glad you're home," he murmured, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the other man's neck.
"I'm glad to be home," his lover sighed, breath ghosting over his ear, making his cock spring to life. "Erm...is this my gift then?" his lover asked, looking down between them.
He suddenly remembered he was stark naked with a big red bow encasing his now stiff cock , and felt rather foolish. He felt his face flush, and uncharacteristically began stuttering, "Well...I thought ...I'd surprise you..."
"I see," the other man snickered, "but erm...after I unwrap it and am through admiring it thoroughly, you'll.... erm.......have to show me what it does."
With an evil smirk, he pushed his lover towards the cliched white fur carpet in front of the roaring fire he'd prepared just for this occaision and purred, "My pleasure."
********
After showing him how his "gift" could make him scream...twice, he pulled out of his lover and they snuggled into each other and the rug, both panting heavily.
Unexpectedly, his lover asked, "Were you crying earlier? When I got home?"
Caught off guard, he yelped "No!" too quickly to hide the defensive tone in his own voice.
His lover snuggled closer against his chest, but he could feel his mouth twitching and groaned inwardly. He'd never live this down.
"You were crying. Over me," the other singsonged, snickering as he did.
"I thought something had happened to you!" he snapped indignantly.
"But Sev," Harry laughed as the clock struck midnight, "I promised I'd be home for Christmas!"
I'll Be Home For Christmas
He paced back and forth relentlessly, unable to stop himself even though he loathed himself for giving in to his nerves. "Stop it," he muttered and threw himself into the nearest chair, making himself sit still. He sighed in self annoyance to find himself tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. Scowling, he flung himself to his feet again, catching sight of himself in the mirror over the mantlepiece. "You look ridiculous," he growled to his reflection, "what the hell where you thinking?!" He snatched the Father Christmas cap off his head, balled it up and threw it across the room, his annoyance turning to anger. He didn't know why he bothered, he thought disgustedly, ripping off the rest of the costume. Whatever had possessed him to dress up as Father Christmas in the first place? To surprise his lover? He snorted at the thought, hopping about to take off one boot and then the other. The inconsiderate sod wasn't even here!! I promise, he'd said, just before rushing out the door, answering yet another unexpected and untimely summons. That was yesterday morning, and now...
"My God..." he whispered to the room, stunned to see that it was so late. Christmas was nearly over and he hadn't heard from the man in over 36 hours. A day and a half. His anger dissolved, and he stood there, not quite knowing what to do. The longer it took, the more danger was involved. Voldemort may be gone, but he'd left plenty of like-minded followers behind, and that made his lover a particularly wanted man. He felt a shudder go through him, as if...what did the Muggles say? A goose had walked over his grave. Unbidden, pictures of the torture any fugitive Death Eaters would subject his black-haired lover to, should he be caught, filled his mind.
"No..." he groaned, and then caught himself. "Stop it! " he reprimanded himself sharply. The man had more than enough experience with Death Eaters to be able to handle himself. After all, he'd been doing it for some time now, he'd be alright. He was just late, it was just taking longer than expected. Any minute now he'd appear and everything would be alright. "Yes, that's it. He'll be back any minute. After all, he promised," he told the room, trying to convince himself. "And he'd tell you the same. That he's more than capable of handling a few Death Eaters, or pseudoDark Lords, or whoever else was out to get him. He'd probably even roll his eyes at you and lecture you about how he's a grown man and can take care of himself, O Ye of Little Faith." He smiled at the thought. The man certainly had his snark down.
He gathered up the discarded costume and considered putting it back on, but then another idea struck him. He'd been planning on surprising his lover with the costume, making all his wishes come true, hehehe, why not really surprise him, he thought wickedly. He'd never in a million years expect this. Feeling somewhat silly, but relishing the thought of the surprised and amused expression on his lover's face, he fetched a length of Christmas ribbon, sat down, and began to stroke himself. The unexpectedness of the surprise, coupled with the idea of his lover unwrapping his "gift" made him hard almost immediately, and he snickered to himself as he wrapped the silky ribbon around his "gift". A big red bow later, he sat back to wait.
And wait........
And wait.
"God DAMN it!" he exploded twenty minutes later , his growing fear fueling his anger.
He got up and began pacing again, this time in worry, completely forgetting about his beribboned "gift" bobbing between his legs. Oh God, he thought, frantically. He didn't know what he'd do if something happened to the man he'd once hated and had grown to love so very deeply. It was something that continued to surprise him even after having been together for so long now. How hate could turn into such a deep love. That it had happened to them, the unlikeliest of couples. But here it was, his devotion was complete, and if something were to happen to his lover he knew that he wouldn't want to go on living in a world the man wasn't a part of. He drew a shaky breath, trying to stifle his growing panic, and closed his eyes against the tears that threatened. A half sob, half chuckle escaped him before it could stop it. Who in the world would have ever thought he'd be standing here crying , for Merlin's sake, over the man who once had been the bane of his existence? Just as he was about to give himself over to his worry and fear, a sharp crack sounded in the room.
"Made it," his lover said with relief in his voice.
His own relief was so great that he couldn't speak. He rushed to his lover, catching him up in a death grip, crushing their mouths together in a frantic kiss, deepening it as he felt the man's arms slide around him to hold him just as tightly.
"I'm glad you're home," he murmured, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the other man's neck.
"I'm glad to be home," his lover sighed, breath ghosting over his ear, making his cock spring to life. "Erm...is this my gift then?" his lover asked, looking down between them.
He suddenly remembered he was stark naked with a big red bow encasing his now stiff cock , and felt rather foolish. He felt his face flush, and uncharacteristically began stuttering, "Well...I thought ...I'd surprise you..."
"I see," the other man snickered, "but erm...after I unwrap it and am through admiring it thoroughly, you'll.... erm.......have to show me what it does."
With an evil smirk, he pushed his lover towards the cliched white fur carpet in front of the roaring fire he'd prepared just for this occaision and purred, "My pleasure."
********
After showing him how his "gift" could make him scream...twice, he pulled out of his lover and they snuggled into each other and the rug, both panting heavily.
Unexpectedly, his lover asked, "Were you crying earlier? When I got home?"
Caught off guard, he yelped "No!" too quickly to hide the defensive tone in his own voice.
His lover snuggled closer against his chest, but he could feel his mouth twitching and groaned inwardly. He'd never live this down.
"You were crying. Over me," the other singsonged, snickering as he did.
"I thought something had happened to you!" he snapped indignantly.
"But Sev," Harry laughed as the clock struck midnight, "I promised I'd be home for Christmas!"