Root Cause

Hiya, and continuing our series of one-shots, we have this Snarry offering. In case you haven't caught the others, the storyline begins with "Powerplay"(Sev/Luc), is followed by "The Incredible Lightness of Screaming"(Drarry), then "The Unbearable Trauma of Screaming" (Drarry, Sev/Luc) and now this. You don't have to have read the others to enjoy this, but it'll help!

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ROOT CAUSE

Harry thought about what he had heard the previous day at Draco's, and felt arousal curling in the pit of his stomach. Snape was a sexy beast, to be sure, and Harry knew how thoroughly fuckable his own ass was, Draco told him so often enough. So he didn't imagine it would be too difficult to bed the teacher.


Besides, he wanted Snape to make him sing as he'd done Lucius. Lucius had sung out Snape was huge. Harry wanted to know.


Draco noticed his partner's abstraction and correctly surmised the root cause. He decided to aid and abet Harry, hoping that the Gryffindor would stop wanting to top once he truly understood how good it was to be reamed like a cheap whore.


So it was that Harry was thoroughly surprised to see Severus Snape spinning on his hearth rug one Saturday afternoon. He quickly swallowed the mouthful of tea he had been drinking and lolled suggestively on the sofa. He thought kindly thoughts towards Draco, whom he realised must have set this up for him.


"Professor," Harry said, greeting the other calmly, although his heart was pounding.


"Potter," Severus sneered, eying the boy with disdain.


"Why are you here, sir?"


"Don't play games, Potter, Draco told me, and I'm here to get what I want." Snape shook his head as the other man seemed to positively glow at his words.


"Oh....yes, Professor," Harry hissed.


"Well Potter, do you have what I want or not?" the older man said, sneer firmly in place.


"Oh.....I think I do," Harry smirked

"Well then would you be so kind as to get up and bring it to me?" Severus said, his patience wearing thin. "I don't have all day, you know!"


He splayed himself artfully over the sofa. "Come and get it!" he trilled, waggling his bum at the man.


"I hardly think what I seek is up your arse, Potter!" Severus growled


Harry turned round with a blank look. "Erm.....where else would it be?" he asked, confused.


Severus scowled at the black haired younger man fiercely. "Potter! Of all the asinine things you've pulled in your life! Do not tell me you have been this stupid! These things take time! You simply cannot go hurtling yourself headlong nilly-willy into these things!"


Harry's look of surprise at the rebuke turned into what he hoped was a seductive smile. "No problem, Severus," he purred, "we can take all the time you want."


"Potter, I do not have time for these inanities of yours," Severus said sternly, "Now give me what I came for this instant!"


"Whatever you say, Severus," Harry grinned stupidly and began undoing his trousers.


Severus stared at the younger man in astonishment. Had he actually tried using the root before it was prepared?!? Cursing Potter's stubborn impulsive streak, Severus snapped, "You are unbelievable, Potter! The audacity of you to try this without consulting me first! I knew I should have taken you over my knee years ago and given you the thrashing you so richly deserve then! I am hard put not to do so now!"


Harry gulped audibly, his throat dry with mounting lust and excitement. "You...you want to...spank me?" he nearly moaned.


Severus, his patience at the breaking point, huffed out angrily, "If not for the fact that you would so obviously enjoy it so much, Potter, I can promise you, nothing would give me greater pleasure!"


Delighting in the kinkiness of the man, Harry used his wide green eyes to his advantage, batting them at the older man, and said with a pout. "I'm a bad boy, Severus. I think you should spank me. I deserve it!"


Severus glared at Harry, his patience snapped, and with a growl strode over to the sofa, grasping the smaller man around the waist, sitting down and flinging him over his knee. He parted the plump cheeks, exposing the boy's pink and twitching pucker, and promptly shoved two fingers inside. He manoeuvred his fingers roughly all around inside the hot and clenching channel, but felt nothing. "Damn you, Potter!" he growled, and shoved his fingers deeper into the passage, adding a third finger for leverage, salvaging about inside mercilessly.


"H-Hey!" Harry yelped in surprise, "t-take it easy!"

"Blast you, Potter!" Severus grunted, holding the squirming boy still whilst he reamed him deeper. "It's not that small! Where is it?!"


"I...deeper..." Harry moaned, "I…think it's...deeper! Oh Merlin!"


"M-maybe your fingers aren't.....long enough!" Harry gasped, thoroughly enjoying the thorough plundering the man's elegant fingers were giving his ass. "Y-you should try something....longer....you can go....deeper!"


For the first time, Severus became aware of the hard, stiff length pressing into his thigh, and snapped indignantly, "Are you getting off on this, Potter?!"


"Not yet...." Harry moaned throatily, "....but....I'm getting there!"


"Why you....!" Severus sputtered, and with an evil grin, brought his other hand down in a hard smack across the impudent boy's right cheek. It left a satisfyingly bright red imprint of his hand behind.


"Oh!" Harry yelped in surprise, "more.....you know you want to....I've been so.....bad!"


And he did want to.


Severus rained hard smacks down on the pert cheeks of his former student until they were Gryffindor red, all the while enjoying the sound of his hand connecting with the firm flesh, the boy's breathy gasps and moans. The feel of his hard body squirming against his under his hand, the hot, smooth softness of his ass cheeks. The hard, insistent shaft digging into his thigh, and the rush of his own cock as it thickened and lengthened in his trousers, rubbing against the other's with a delicious friction.


He wasn't aware of when his fingers began to slide in and out of the hot grasping channel they were reaming, or when his own breath began to leave his body in long moans, his mouth watering at the thought of the luscious young ass his other hand was now squeezing and caressing.


That hand slid down between the spread legs of the man across his lap and began to massage and tug at the heavy ball sac it found dangling there, causing the most delicious groan of ecstasy to issue forth out of the pink, wet lips of the beautiful young man in his grasp.


"Severus!" that wet, pink mouth now spewed, filled with a most lovely tone of want and need.


Suddenly Severus became aware of what they were doing. Obviously the brat had wanted this all along, and Severus was both astonished at himself for falling for it, and slightly admiring of the Slytherin-like deviousness of the boy. He'd show him!


He shoved the boy off his lap onto the floor, his fingers pulling out of his arse with a popping sound, stood up and glared down at his nemesis sprawled on the floor at his feet. "So that's the game, is it, Potter?"


"G-game?" Harry peeped uncertainly. He was rubbing his still stinging ass cheek and wondering what brought this on.


"Give me what I came here for this instant, you insolent little wretch, or I shall happily give you a real thrashing until you scream for mercy!" Severus shouted impatiently.


"But....I thought I was!" Harry wailed, still confused.


"You think you're so smart, don't you, Potter! You led me to believe you had that root shoved up your arse!" Snape thundered angrily.


"Not yet I don't!" Harry shouted back indignantly, "You wanted what you came for and I gave it to you! When do I get what I want?!"


"What are you blithering about!" Severus roared impatiently, "what can you possibly want out of this?!"


"Your root!" Harry yelled back, "what else would I want out of it?!"


"Potter..." the older man said in a strained voice, "my root cannot be used properly until it has been heated, peeled, and left to stew in juices in a tightly sealed container for at least three days. It will then reach full firmness and be ready for insertion. I told you, these things take time!"


Harry stared at the man, somewhat appalled. He knew his was older, and sometimes older men had....problems, but Merlin!


"Erm......isn't there a potion for that?" he asked tentatively, "you know.....like Muggles have Viagra?"


"That is the potion, you gibbering idiot!" Severus nearly screamed. "Now give me what I came for!!"


"But...." Harry howled, more confused than ever, "if your root isn't ready, what's the point?! Although.....it felt ready to me! Just saying..."


Severus felt his face flush, embarrassed at his own arousal, and snapped, "Enough of this childish innuendo. I know you've got that root, Potter! You will give it to me at once!"


"O-o-o-o-h!" Harry nodded, finally seeing the light. "I get it.....you want me to give you my root!"


"Dawn has broken," Severus drawled sarcastically, and then added with annoyance, "You always were dense, Potter, but even I never dreamed you could be this dense! Yes, Potter, I want you to give me your root. The sooner the better and then we can get over this stupid and pointless game playing. We've wasted enough time already. Give it to me now."


"Coming right up, Severus," Harry said happily, "your wish is my command. You want it slow and nice, or hard and fast?"


"Frankly Potter, you could throw it at me for all I care at this moment, as long as you give it to me quickly." Severus sneered, "and the next time I say "now", I expect immediate results!"


"Anything you say, Severus," Harry smiled pulling his wand out of his sleeve. Instantly, he had vanished the man's multitude of robes, bent him over the chair arm, and cast a lubrication charm.


"Potter!" the man screeched indignantly as he struggled to right himself, "what the hell do you think you're doing?!?”


"Giving you my root!" Harry shot back just as indignantly, "giving you what you came for!" He stepped back from the man as he drew himself up to his full height and glared down at him. Harry couldn't help noticing there seemed nothing wrong with the man's root that he could see.


"I...I thought ...that's what....you...wanted..." Harry said faintly, trying not to cringe under the weight of the other man's wrath. Obviously he was mistaken.


"It never fails to amaze me that you have managed to get this far in your pathetic little life given that you never listen!" the dark man hissed dangerously. "The root must. be. prepared. before. insertion! And whatever gave you the idea that it was for me?!?!"


"But you said....!" Harry wailed, not at all sure anymore this was worth it.


"I said you were to give me that root immediately!!" Severus snapped, trying not to give into the urge to reach out and throttle that slim neck.


"That's what I was doing!" Harry moaned.


"I see nothing!" the older man hissed.


"Well....maybe it's not as huge as your root," Harry said woundedly, "but I'd hardly call it nothing!"


The gesturing of the boy towards his own now limp cock and Severus' still aroused one, suddenly caused a bright light to pop on in Severus' brain.


"You do not have a rhizome root of the rare plant genus Panax Eleuthercoccus Yohimbe Senticosus?" Severus asked suspiciously.


"What?!?" Harry cried, totally perplexed now


Angrily Severus grabbed the boy's limp cock and gave a rather vicious pull. "This is the "root" you've been referring to?! This is what you have for me?!? What sort of a fool do you take me for, Potter?!"


"Isn't that what you wanted?!" Harry gulped frantically, fear causing his cock to shrivel a little more in the man's grasp, knowing now that it wasn't at all what the man had come for. Goddamn Draco!!


"Your miserable little boyfriend told me you had a sample of that root for me," the Slytherin growled lowly, giving the Gryffindor's cock another hearty yank, "you two cooked this up together, didn't you?"


"N-No!," Harry yelped in a note higher than he'd ever uttered before. “I...I th-thought.....you came here....because......you wanted.......you w-wanted......." His voice faded off, failing him spectacularly in the face of his terror. No telling what Severus would do to him now, and Harry wasn't exactly in the position to argue.


"And just what makes you think I would want your little root?" Severus said, chuckling evilly and giving the terrified younger man's cowering dick another yank.


"That hurts!" Harry gulped as tears stung his eyes. Fucking Draco! He'd get him! His tears turned to ones of humiliation as he recalled how wantonly he'd behaved in front of the older man. He felt them begin to drip down his face, feeling utterly mortified.


"Well, Potter?" Severus purred silkily, "tell me why you thought I would waste my time on a shrivelled little "root" such as this? Did you think that I could possibly find you more attractive than Lucius Malfoy?"


At Harry's "eep" of terror, Severus chuckled deeply, enjoying the boy's discomfort. "Oh yes, Harry, I know you and Draco were at the Manor that night. I heard you. We both did."


"Th-that was D-Draco screaming...Sir" Harry stuttered, "I..."


"Indeed," Severus drawled, "and so you thought you would make me scream as well?"


"No!!" Harry yipped hastily, flushing again as he felt his prick twitch to life in the man's grip.


"Your "root" says differently," Severus said nastily, giving it a firm squeeze. "You, however, will never have the chance to demonstrate your oh-so-questionable skill. Potter."


"No, Sir!" Harry squeaked in agreement. He'd feel lucky if he survived this visit alive!


The man, thankfully, let go of Harry's abused dick, and drew back, crossing his arms and staring at him with those endless black eyes. "I don't bottom, Potter," the man said pointedly.


“No, Sir!" Harry piped immediately. When the man remained staring at him, the notorious brow cocked, his own "root" jutting thick and magnificently out from his body, Harry finally got the point. "I do!" he chirped eagerly, then flushed again in embarrassment.


"And you will scream, Potter, I assure you!"


The man advanced with the look of a predator on his face, and Harry felt himself go weak in the knees.


His remaining clothes vanished suddenly, and before he knew it he was wrapped in strong arms, crushed to the man's chest, and having his mouth plundered with a slick, sleek tongue. The muscle probed every inch of his mouth, setting his heart to pounding, his own chest to heaving, and his cock ballooning to full stiffness. It poked up and rubbed against the bulbous, leaking head of the other man's, making him groan deeply into Harry's throat.


Those long, elegant fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing his back, twisting and tugging his nipples, squeezing his still hot mounds, skimming enticingly along the seam of his ass cheeks.


Harry felt himself melting against the man as that wicked mouth released his and began working its magic along his neck and throat, nipping at his collarbones, sucking at his pulse point.


He gasped sharply as he felt insistent fingers once again slide between his ass cheeks, rubbing over the puckered skin of his still loosened entrance, dipping inside, finding him hot and greedy for more.


"Fuck me...," he moaned, "make me scream, Severus!"


The man didn't say a word, and instead used his fingers in Harry's ass to guide him over to the sofa, bending him down over the arm of it so that his legs dangled open and his bum spread, sticking high in the air. Harry whimpered at the feeling of vulnerability; it was gut wrenchingly arousing and sexy to be at the man's mercy. Harry spread his legs as wide as they'd go, pushing his bum as high as he could get it. "Fuck me," he whimpered again, "need it!"


Severus removed his fingers, spread the still warm and pink cheeks, took aim, and plunged his long thick cock balls deep all at once, making Harry do as he wished. He pulled out slowly and plunged in quickly again and again, his large hands holding the boy's plump mounds apart so he could watch his cock appear and disappear up the brat's stretched and red entrance.


Harry screamed and screamed out his pleasure at feeling the heavy, hard rod ream him over and over. Oh my God, he thought raggedly, this was better than all his fantasies. No wonder Lucius had sung his praises!


He didn't even need a helping hand on his own throbbing prick. The force with which the Potions Master impaled Harry on his massive shaft rocked him against the sofa arm repeatedly causing toe curling friction, and along with the smack of the hot and heavy balls of the man against his own each time he lunged into him had Harry gasping on the edge of a monumental orgasm.


His pleasure was enhanced by the frantic, relentless pounding of his prostate, and his channel clenched madly around the lovely invader ceaselessly, making the man behind him grunt and groan loudly as they both neared the point of no return.


"Oh...My...God!" Harry screamed ecstatically, "FuckmeFuckmeFuckme!!" he trilled as his balls tightened and he exploded against the sofa arm.


"You.....insufferable........beautiful......BRAT!" Severus screeched a moment later and emptied a load of thick hot spunk inside the greedily grasping channel. He slammed his hips forward until every last drop spurted from him. He collapsed over the boy's sweaty back, panting and gasping heavily, his body limp and sated.


He'd closed his eyes and nearly drifted off when a squeak from under him aroused him and he opened his eyes wearily.


"We're not going to stay here for three days while your root stews in the juices, are we?" The Boy Who Screamed Indeed piped.


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