Addiction

The feeling that swirled through my body was addictive… His heat was addictive. I’ve got addicted to him when the war still shook the wizarding world in its bases. For the sake of wining the war we achieved some, what seemed like a very fragile, truce. But then one night I found myself being snogged by one horny Harry Potter and what terrified me the most was that I responded to his actions like some love struck teenager. What was even worse, within days, every day when we tried on any conversation, we ended up fucking our brains out. It was like fire burning us both with our desires, and I couldn’t control myself even if my life depended on it. The moment I laid my eyes on him I wanted him. I wanted to stop it, to control it, but I found myself unable to. At days he was good and filled the role of the Chosen One, engaged with red-headed Ginevra Weasley, at nights he became devilishly depraved. As he said he’d become what he really was, not the one he was supposed to be. Everyone who knew him seemed to perceive him as an innocent little kid. It was pretty entertaining, knowing that innocence was not one of his virtues anymore.


But then, he ended the godforsaken war, killing the one-whose-name-I-hated-the-most and all of sudden everything that was happening stopped and he left me.
At first I suffered typical withdrawal symptoms, shortness of breath, shivers, cravings, sometimes even risen temperature, then, it eventually settled down, and I was happy to finally get past this indescribable something, this madness that made me loose my control.


We haven’t seen each other for some time, it being months or years, I’m not sure. I kept telling myself that The Feeling is gone, that I’ll be able to have a decent conversation with him without indulging into Forbidden, but then I saw his smiling, young face, I knew instantly that I won’t be able to maintain this peace of mind that I felt when he wasn’t around.

***

‘Hello, Severus…’ He greeted me, and his voice melting me instantly, my control thinning with every word. We went to a muggle Pub he showed me some time ago.

‘Potter.’ I bowed slightly and sat at one side of the table and he sat next to me, maintaining some distance, distance that I was hoping to keep. We talked while drinking beer, we talked like it never had been anything between us more than a long lost friendship. I tried to control my growing desire, but then he looked into my eyes and I found myself caught in his green gaze: his eyes had always been so captivating... He talked looking me straight in the eyes, and his voice flowed with this delicious dark tones that always made my heart race. When he touched my shoulder in a friendly gesture I felt shivers and my cock stirred into attention. I reminded myself that this is only friendly meeting of people who fought side by side in war, not a meeting of lovers. But then he asked the question I feared most… because I couldn’t lie to him, not anymore.

‘Did you miss me?’ He smiled but his eyes were glinting with hidden emotion, and hell but I think that the distance suddenly disappeared and we were sitting at the corner of the table our knees almost bumping


‘As much as you missed me,’ I replied enigmatically and almost gasped because he blushed, hell but I loved when he blushed, and it was like a complete negation of what he could be. My control was slipping away from my grasp: I wanted him.

Judging from his reaction I knew he missed me and hell but suddenly Potter became Harry again, and when he called me ‘Sev’ I breathed loudly, because he called me like that only when at late nights we were sneaking into each other beds fucking our brains out. Our knees were touching like in some stupid romance and I could swear I felt sparks of magic between us. He stroked my hand, as if accidentally and looked into my eyes questioningly. I raised a brow… If now, after bringing me to the verge of loosing my fragile control, he left me - I promise, I would swear to ensure his long and painful death. But obviously he wasn’t going to do that because his eyes were full of hunger matching mine.

We left the pub and he took me to his muggle car, nothing fancy but as he said, enough for him and his family. Yes, the family of Potters, for a second I saw Ginevra and little James but only for a second because Harry was driving somewhere where I never knew…

‘If I didn’t know you better I’d say you are trying to kidnap me.’ He smiled at me with his devious smile that I was flattering myself was meant only for me. He wanted to… I was praying to gods and mights for him to want me, because I’ve been holding to my control with the last of my strength, blame it on the fool moon today.
When he stopped on some country road we looked at each other, in the minutes I felt his soft lips on mine, kissing lightly, remembering my lips, my tongue, my taste. My hands shivered in controlled urge to reach for him and devour him. My fingers were entwined in his hair, stroking the soft locks tentatively. I burned, I wanted, he was breathing harder with every second that our touch lasted.
He hugged me so tight, I was feeling his loneliness his urge to be held, to be loved.

‘You’ve always accepted me the way I really was…’ he whispered in my ear. I wanted him to remember... I closed my eyes and my hands slipped under his shirt, stroking his quidditch-tonned back… He gasped when my fingers brushed over particularly sensitive place on his back. ‘You remembered…’ He whispered breathing over my ear; I could hear he was smiling

‘I remember too, Sev…’ And he bit on my earlobe… hard. I groaned and pulled myself closer to him.

‘You make me lose all my inhibitions,’ I reminded him and kissed him fiercely, my tongue forcing its way into the warm cavern of his mouth, as on cue his still hands were all over me, scratching and groping…

‘You know, your voice should be illegal,’ he purred, his voice equally dark and sensuous.

‘And I missed you so terribly….’ He was groaning already, only from my touch. He took his leather jacket off and straddled my legs properly. He rocked into me and I felt my body sparking with pleasure, my hands already inside his tight jeans, groping on his ass…

‘What do you want Sev… tell me…’

‘I want…’ Hell, there was only thing I wanted more than life now, but… If he said no… He slid his hand into my robes, found my cock and stocked it. I moaned in ecstasy of feeling his hand on me... Once again, all the memories of previous times when he’d been doing that….

‘I want… I want to fill you… I want to slide my dick into your tight ass.’ He moaned and stroked me harder.

‘Oh god’ he gasped and kissed me violently, biting on my lips. He was hesitating, I could feel it. ‘Harry…’ My hands were roaming under his clothes and touching every inch of skin I could touch.

‘How much you want me… tell me…’ I slapped his ass…

‘Mmm you are such a naughty boy… asking me about it.’ I parted his buttocks and pushed with a finger on his tight little hole. He gasped at my words and groaned. ‘I want to fuck you so much, I can’t control myself. So…’ My finger slipped inside and I felt him shivering, certain that his eyes darkened in pleasure ‘obediently loose your pants and give me your tight ass.’ He moaned and I barely registered him flicking his wand. Instantly the car seats became a quite comfortable bed, and his pants were gone. I lied him down and turned onto the stomach; I dived down and buried my face between the gorgeous globes. I laved and licked at the puckered hole, eliciting all kinds of unintelligible noises from him.

‘My god, Sev, fuck me please’ He begged and I felt myself smiling.

‘Patience, I will fuck you, oh I will,’ my finger pushed inside his tight hole, and I felt it instantly loosing itself around.

‘Do you feel how hot I am…? It’s all for you’ He was a lovely slut when no one saw him, when he was in bed with me, all his inhibitions gone. His wilderness was addictive.

I entered him without much resistance… and had to stop myself from coming immediately. There was something in a way he wriggled under me that made me loose my control every time all over again. After some minutes I started a steady rhythm, indulging myself in the exquisite feeling of his hot, tight ass. He moaned and groaned and begged me to fuck him harder, so who was I to deny him that?

He screamed just before his ass clenched around me and he came, taking me with him. I felt this complete connection, as every time we were coming together. I felt the love flowing between us, love that in the real world, world outside our bed didn’t exist.

I laid down beside him and he hugged me once again tightly. He talked how lost he is, how un-loved, not-understood. How he couldn’t stop himself from meeting me, how he missed me… And I missed him as well… so much it hurt. As long as he was far away from me, my mind was free, my thought clear but as soon as I saw his face, the heat that was his inseparable feature devoured me and made me loose myself in it.

‘Harry…’ I used my soft voice... the one meant only for him.

‘I know…’

He dressed and transfigurated the inside of car back. He was silent the whole time but this silence spoke volumes for me. However good it felt, we won’t see one another for some time again. It was safer, so much safer.

‘See you in a year’ he threw at me when I was going out of the car at the apparition point. He blew me a kiss and was gone. When I stood there, the warm summer night enclosing around me, it suddenly occurred to me that I’ve just had sex in the muggle car.

I blamed it on the moon and the heat that Harry Potter was made of. The heat I was addicted to.