Breaking The Boy

Title: Breaking the Boy
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Rating: NC17
Pairing: HP/SS
Summary: An unfeeling Harry is made to feel in a most unusual manner.
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.
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A/N: I ran across this challenge somewhere and I thought 'oh this would be perfect for a bit of arse play'. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Written in about 2 hours on 10/14/04.

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Harry shuffled into the doors of Snape's office sullenly. He didn't feel like being there, but at the same time, he didn't want to be anywhere else either. Ever since killing Voldemort he'd lost his sense of self, of purpose. As far as he could see there was nothing left for him to do or be. What did it matter if he never passed his NEWTS? Who would care if he died? Voldemort was dead and had been for months. The fervor over his victory was dying a rather rapid death. Hermione and Ron were so wrapped up in their respective love interests they either hadn't noticed or didn't care that he was always silent, sullen and depressed. And while his teachers had noticed, none of them had any idea what to do to help.

All of them except Severus Snape. He knew the boy was depressed, knew he needed to be shocked out of his fugue. He knew that what Harry needed was a reason, any reason for being. The boy needed to feel again, and he thought he knew just how to do it. He'd told Albus alone what he planned, more to cover his own arse than for any other reason, but he'd done it all the same. Now all he had to do was carry forth his plan.

Sneer firmly in place, Snape greeted the boy – well man really, but until he began acting like one, Snape refused to treat him as such. He'd grown to admire the person standing in front of him over the last months of battle with Voldemort, and he was appalled at Harry's emotional state. He'd thought him stronger than that.

"Mr. Potter, how kind of you to join me. And only fifteen minutes late."

Harry glanced up and shrugged, offering no reason for his tardiness.

"Nothing to say in your defense Potter? No excuses, no reason for your disrespect?" At the other's continued silence, Severus gave a decided nod of his head. "Right then. Let's begin shall we? Remove your clothing Potter," he snapped out.

Harry's head jerked up and a voice rusty with disuse gasped, "What?"

"I said, remove your clothing. Since you have shown no respect or care for myself or any of your other professors in the last few months, I have been granted permission to use one of the more – unpleasant - forms of punishment. Remove your clothing Mr. Potter, or I shall do it for you."

For moments Harry stood there, disbelief clearly etched on his face until it occurred to him that the man was utterly serious. Apathy settled in again and he began stripping of his clothes, without a care for where they fell. Snape smothered the gasp that tried to escape his throat. Potter's naked body was beautiful. The attraction he'd felt over the last year surged up in full force and it took all his considerable control to quell it. Now was not the time.

Grateful for the voluminous robes he wore, Severus seated himself in a comfortable chair and motioned Harry toward him. "You are to lay face down and remain silent. You may rest your head against the arm of the chair if you like, but you will be offered no other comfort."

Harry swallowed. "You're…I mean; you want me to do what Sir?"

"Was I unclear Mr. Potter? You will walk across this room and take you place face down across my knees this instant." His voice was cold and menacing, threat inherent and obvious to Harry even in his dulled state. For the first time in months Harry felt something, an odd combination of apprehension and anticipation.

Slowly he made he way toward his professor and did as he was told, settling himself as comfortably as possible. The gentle touch over his arse was a surprise and it took him a moment to realize he quite enjoyed the sensation.

Severus looked down at the gorgeous arse in front of him, unable to keep from smoothing a hand over the skin, the thought of what else he could be doing flitting through his mind. Firmly he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on his task. He was here to administer shock therapy, not indulge in fantasy.

Drawing in a breath, he raised his hand and brought his down hard across one pale cheek. Harry's body jerked and he gasped in shock and pain. Smoothing a hand over the skin, Severus repeated the action on the other cheek, pausing to admire the lovely red hand prints on Harry's flesh. He drew in a breath that was lost in the sound of his palm again meeting the bare flesh.

Pain was the most prevalent feeling as Harry received his spanking. He felt his eyes tear and he squirmed as blow after blow was delivered with strength and precision, to be soothed periodically with a gentle sliding of a palm over his sensitive flesh. He was appalled when he realized that he was hard and needy, squirming in an attempt to keep Snape from discovering his secret.

The tiny whimpering noises that Harry made as he squirmed across Severus' lap begun to penetrate the potion master's control and prick his libido. He gasped as he felt something hard nudge his leg and he realized that Potter was gaining some measure of enjoyment from the rough treatment. His prick twitched in interest and he slid his palm slowly over the abused flesh, gently kneading the cheek in his hand.

Harry gasped and pushed back into the touch, unaware that he moaned as he did so. Breath quickening, Severus continued to stroke and knead the firm arse of his student, thumbs drifting closer to the pucker exposed as one of Harry's legs fell off his lap. The desire to bite the reddened flesh deepened in Severus, and he shifted in the chair, the tip of his prick brushing against Harry's side.

Lust hazing his brain, Harry rubbed himself against Snape's thigh, breath catching the closer those fingers drifted to his arsehole. He heard someone whimpering and realized in surprise that the noise came from him, and rubbed himself more frantically against the hard surface beneath him, the cloth of Snape's robes teasing the slit of his cock. He was surprised to feel his position change as Snape lifted him and stood, repositioning him so his face and chest lay on the chair with his knees on the floor and his burning arse in the air.

The feeling of a warm, wet tongue on his arse was a welcome one, and he found his hips surging backwards in an attempt to gain more sensation, more friction, more pleasure from the wickedly talented tongue.

Severus hadn't intended to go this far, hadn't intended more than a firm spanking to shock Harry into reaction. He hadn't expected that arousal would be the reaction he received, hadn't realized it was the one he craved until he got it. He buried his face in the cheeks of Harry's arse, tongue busily circling the tempting little hole, laving it and stabbing at it as his mouth gave a vicious suck. He pushed at the hole and felt his cock harden completely as the muscle in Harry's arse pulled at his tongue, felt his own desire notch higher at the salt taste of sweat.

Harry moaned as he felt the tip of Snape's tongue enter his body, grinding his hips back into Severus' face, pleasure racing through his body. "Please", he found himself begging, over and over, although he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted; more of that tongue or something harder and longer.

Severus slid a hand between the folds of his robe and undid the fastenings of his trousers, freeing his cock and pulling at it, lust rampaging through his veins. He wanted to see Harry's cock, suck it, feel it in his throat, but he hadn't the patience to wait to felt the inside of the arse he was devouring. He coated his fingers in the fluid dripping from his cock and slowly slid one inside Harry's arse alongside his tongue, tasting himself as he did so and groaning deep in his throat.

Harry tensed, and then slowly relaxed, his body sucking in the digit as he did so. The feeling was indescribable, and he wanted more, suddenly knowing what he'd been begging for all along. He whimpered and mewled and groaned as Snape prepared him and sighed in sheer pleasure when Snape began breaching his body. He was tight, as he'd not had more up there than fingers ever before, and it hurt like all hells, but he wanted it just the same. He pushed back to meet Snape, impatient for the pain to stop and the pleasure to begin and gasped in tandem with Severus as he was fully impaled.

Severus held himself still for both their sakes, the tight heat of Harry's body rending his control completely. He pulled out and thrust forward, breath hitching in his throat as Harry's arse clamped down and sucked him in. At Harry's ragged plea for more, he repeated the move, this time driving his hips in harder and thrusting deeper, brushing over Harry's sensitive prostate.

Over and over, faster and harder until neither of them could bear the pressure. Rhythm failing, Severus reached around Harry's body and gave three quick strokes to the hard cock before Harry came hard, muscles convulsing and tearing Snape's own orgasm from him with blinding intensity. He slumped over the smaller body below him, chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath. Slowly he pulled out of the cocooning passage and slid to the floor, Harry following him moments after.

"Well Mr. Potter," Severus panted, "welcome back to the realm of the living. I trust such a course of action will be unnecessary to see you remain among us."

Feeling bold, Harry rolled over and planted his lips on Snape's, reveling in the taste of the other man's mouth. "I think this had best be repeated as often as possible to be sure there is no chance of relapse, don't you?"

Curving an arm around the tempting body and holding him in place, Severus replied, "If you believe it necessary, I would not be averse to administering further treatment. Perhaps next time in the comfort of my rooms."

For the first time in months, Harry grinned, and settling himself more comfortably, fell asleep.