Spark

Title: Spark
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: NC17
Pairing: HP/SS
Disclaimer: Nope. The characters or places are not mine. They belong to the lovely blonde British woman. The plot and the smut? Well now, those are mine.
Summary: Snape in leather pushes Harry to action.
Feedback: Oh please. iranad@gmail.com
Beta(s): Lysrogue, Essayel & The Notoriousso4
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm


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It had been seven months since the Dark Lord's demise and the Wizarding world was still celebrating. The war had dragged on for three years after Harry's seventh year and Harry decided that it was about time he celebrated as well. He'd spent the long months after his twenty first birthday working with Aurors and Hit Wizards alike, rounding up Death Eaters and helping to plan the figurative rebirth of the Wizarding world.

The problem for Harry was where to go and celebrate. He didn't want to do it in the Wizarding world because, frankly, he didn't feel like being swamped with people who only wanted to be close to him because he was the Man Who Killed Voldemort. He wanted to be able to relax, to feel like the people that approached him were interested in him, not his fame. So that left Muggle London. Only he had no notion of where to go.

Harry paced for a while before deciding to owl Hermione. She'd relaxed quite a bit after the war, everyone had really, and if anyone would know a good place to go it would be her. She'd realized that life wasn't solely about book knowledge and had developed a rather active social life. Quickly he dashed out a note detailing his problem and that settled; went to decide what he wanted to wear.

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Harry looked up at the sign outside the door to be sure he was in the right place. The unassuming sign read Jonathan's. Hermione, knowing his preferences, had sent him the names and Apparition co-ordinates of two clubs that catered to both Muggle and Wizard. He'd chosen the one that was reputed to be generally half and half.

He pushed open the door, stepped in, and was immediately overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Music pulsed loudly and strobe lights played over the crowd. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, but once they did he was pleased to note that the clientele consisted of just exactly the type of men he preferred; tall, dark and exotic. As he walked through the crowd, he could feel which were wizards as their magic brushed at his own, and found that he enjoyed being able to identify them so easily.

He sidled up to the bar and ordered a firewhiskey, an amused grin on his face as he realised that here he could truly be himself, both wizard and Muggle, without fear of reprisal. Apparently, only Muggles with family members who were wizards, or who worked with wizards, were allowed entrance. There was no need to Obliviate them, as they were already aware of the balance that needed to be maintained.

Harry spent most of the evening dancing; grateful that most of the time he didn't have to do the asking. He was still shy about some things, and as he hadn't been here before, he didn't feel quite comfortable just going up and asking someone to dance. Once he could have sworn he saw someone who looked a lot like Snape, but he told himself that was impossible as Snape didn't seem the type to go dancing and he most certainly wouldn't wear leather.

It was nearing two in the morning when he finally left the club and flooed back to Diagon Alley. He froze with surprise in the act of dusting himself off when he saw the man in the leather pants from the club. He was also in the process of dusting himself off and was unmistakably Severus Snape. And, dear Merlin, did he look good in leather. Never would have thought Severus Snape had an arse like that hidden under those robes, Harry mused. Not that he hadn't wondered what the man looked like without clothes in some of his more private thoughts.

Lost in thought, Harry was unaware that Severus had slipped out the door and into the night, losing him his chance to talk to him. Deciding to just go home, Harry walked outside and Apparated to his flat. He stripped out of his clothing and stepped into the shower as his skin reeked of smoke and drink. The warm water soothed him and heightened his sense of sleepiness, and he sound found his bed. No sooner had his head hit the pillow than he fell asleep, soft breath even on the night air.

It wasn't long before he began dreaming. He was still at the club and he felt a prickling at the nape of his neck. Cautiously he turned, and smiled when he recognized his lover.

"Severus. I'm glad you're finally here."

"Did you expect me to leave you to fend for yourself? Really Harry, you know me better than that."

Harry drained his glass and set it on the bar top. "Shall we?" he asked gesturing to the dance floor.

"Lead the way."

Harry slipped a hand into one of Severus', pulling the older man behind him unto the dance floor. He was glad that Severus had remembered how much he loved him in leather and had worn the leather pants. The sheer black shirt he had paired with it made Harry's mouth water as he caught sight of two turgid nipples under the flashing lights.

He'd been waiting for Severus for years it felt like, and now that he was here, Harry wanted to be as close to his lover as possible. The music blaring from the speakers on the floor made it difficult to hear, but Harry needed no words, just contact with his lovers' body. The song changed to a slow, sexy number and Harry stepped closer to Severus and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, pressing his body up against the taller form.

He sighed in pleasure when Severus' arms slid around his waist, pulling him even closer and gasped as his half erect cock met the heat and hardness of Severus' own.

Severus bent his head close to Harry's ear and whispered, "Still want to have that fantasy fulfilled?"

Harry went from half aroused to fully hard in seconds. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and began to sway to the music following Severus' lead. His breath hitched at the slow grind he felt against his groin and he moaned low in his throat, the sound swallowed by the music.

The knowledge that they were in public, easily seen did one care to look, only heightened Harry's arousal. His hands slid from around Severus' neck, down over his shoulders and to his chest, fingers pulling at the nipples poking the material of Severus' shirt.

He felt more than heard the indrawn breath and grinned unrepentantly, rubbing his cock against Severus' and sliding his hands down and around to cup and squeeze the delectable arse clearly showcased by the leather.

Severus steered them to the back of the huge speaker, pushing Harry up against it and stealing his breath with a passionate kiss. He broke the kiss to feast on the skin of Harry's neck, teeth sinking into the ridge of his collarbone before moving to his shoulder.

He slid his hands to the hem of Harry's shirt and roughly shoved it up enough to fasten his lips on a hard brown nipple and sucked hard enough to cause Harry to arch.

Harry was in heaven. He couldn't believe that Severus was actually doing this, touching him like this where anyone could see. There were occupied tables all around the club, including where they stood and if the patrons seated there looked up, they would see everything Severus did to him.

He found himself facing the speaker, hands spread upon it to keep his balance and his trousers on the floor, his legs spread as far as his the crumpled material allowed. He now understood why Severus had told him to go without pants and eagerly pushed his ass back towards his lover.

Sucking kisses were planted along his spine, and long drawn out licks were made across the cleft of his arse, the tip dipping inside every so often until he felt Severus' hands pulling apart his cheeks and the tongue skating across his puckered entrance.

Apparently Severus loved the taste of Harry there. Perhaps it was the dark bitter flavour, the salt of the sweat that had collected while he waited on Severus. He felt Severus stiffen his tongue and stab at the center of that lovely hole, the place he planned on putting his fingers and then his cock, and Harry heard him groan and knew he was remembering the feel of Harry surrounding him.

Harry writhed above him, his breath coming in short gasps, his cock leaking and demanding attention. He pushed back, seeking more of that agile tongue, desperate to feel it inside him.

Severus took his time, and ate Harry like the fine meal Harry knew he considered him to be. When Harry heard him pull out his wand and whisper a lubrication charm, then one to relax his lover Harry knew his arousal was reaching fever pitch, and he didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

There was an aching moment when Harry could feel neither Severus hands nor his mouth upon him then he heard the sound of a zip and the slither of leather and gasped with anticipation as he felt air caress him. Once again, he spread Harry's cheeks and lined himself up, pressing against the slick relaxed hole and burying himself in one smooth stroke.

Harry cried out, the sheer pleasure of finally having the cock he craved buried inside him making his knees tremble. The slow deliberate thrusts were just what he needed to push him close to the edge and then keep him there until Severus decided to finish him.

He gasped as he felt warmth around his cock and almost came when he realized that someone had decided to join their game. He shuddered when he saw a familiar silver blonde head beneath him and whimpered when he saw Severus' familiar hand fist in that hair, pulling the hot mouth further down his cock.

Severus leaned forward and growled "Surprise lover. I thought you might like this, so I told Draco to meet us here. I heard you in your sleep, calling to the both of us," he continued, pounding harder into Harry. "He wants you to come in his mouth. Wants to swallow it, wants your taste to coat his tongue and his throat. Give it to him Harry. Come for me, come for him."

The harsh breathy quality of the usually silky voice, the delicious suction on his cock, the pleasure pain in his arse was too much, and Harry came with a shout, moaning as Draco swallowed it all, licking him slowly clean when he was done.

The pull of Harry's muscles on his lover's prick took Severus over the edge as well, and he stiffened and came in spurts deep in his Harry's arse. Together he and Harry slid to the floor, Draco having thoughtfully dropped his cloak there and the three of them curled up to mild applause from the spectators they'd all forgotten.

In his flat, Harry woke, skin sticky from where he'd come all over himself in his sleep and shook his head bemusedly.

That's it, he thought. I've got to do something about this. Tomorrow, I ask Snape to dinner. I have to know if it would be that good. that settled, he reached for his wand, cleaned himself off and went back to sleep.