Debt

Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror in Malfoy’s room in boxer-briefs examining the collar circled around his neck. Of course, he didn’t need to use a full-length mirror to examine the small circlet of silver that lay right under his jaw line, but Malfoy was still in the bathroom. Glancing over at the door, Harry couldn’t even imagine what took the Slytherin so long.
Dragging his gaze back to the mirror, the silver collar glinted as the suddenly open hallway door shone bright light into the room. Harry flung his body towards the door, his hand going up to clutch at his throat. The figure leaned against the door frame, both feet planted firmly on the floor, both arms crossed over a wide chest. The person might have been unrecognizable with the light streaming in around him, but Harry had known this person intimately and recognized him immediately.
“Snape,” he mouthed in surprise and his legs wobbled precariously beneath him at the glare he was receiving. He tried to grab the mirror to stay upright as it was the closest piece of furniture around him, but his grip slipped and he slid to the floor on his knees.
The door closed with a loud bang. “I came to see my lover,” came the cold and quiet voice, “and instead find you, Potter. I’m actually shocked Draco brought the Gryffindor whore into his bed. Pity-fuck maybe, because you will never-”. Harry flinched as if he had been slapped and his head dropped.
“Severus!” Malfoy’s sharp voice cut through the room. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, blue eyes narrowed at the sneering black-eyed man. “Potter’s here as a favor to me. A favor to us both, really.”
Snape raised an eyebrow. Malfoy turned away, dismissive, back into the bathroom. “Potter, why don’t you go and make Severus more welcome?” Malfoy suggested, not bothering to close the door this time. Severus stared after him until he realized Potter had crossed the room and was sitting up upon his knees, legs spread, head lowered with hands at his lower back- the submissive stance Severus had seen before when Harry had knelt at the feet of the former Dark Lord.
The stance induced a bit of shock into him. Harry, not sensing any resistance from the older male, ran his hands up the Potion Masters calves to his thighs. He pushed the man gently into the chair behind him. Snape sat down heavily and was going to open his mouth to protest as lithe hands stroked the tense muscles in his legs until he saw the look on Draco’s face from the doorway. He looked blank as if he couldn’t decide if he liked what he saw out in the room.
Harry deftly pulled off the Potion Master’s heavy leather boots and began working his massaging magic on sore socked feet. Long groans and deep breaths were gently tugged out of the dark man as Harry continued to massage the back of Snape’s calves and hamstrings.
Malfoy found a place on the immense bed and lounged lazily one of the grandiose body pillows that adorned the bed. When the older man was a pile of good, relaxed comfortably in the chair, Harry sat back on his haunches and resumed his submissive pose. Snape eyed the blonde warily where he was lounged. Half-lidded eyes and a small smirk sent a spike of lust through his body. He wanted nothing but to ravish the grey-eyed Malfoy heir. He glanced at Potter for a second and instantly lost his arousal. Definitely not with Potter here.
Getting to his feet, he ignored Potter seated at his feet and crawled into bed. Rolling the sexy Slytherin Prince under him, he set to attacking the pale neck with small bites and kisses. “So, my little Dragon,” Snape rumbled, sucking at a small bit of flesh under the groaning mans ear, “what do you have planned for us this evening?” Implied questions hung in the air and Malfoy gasped and smirked at his lover through the fringe of hair that hung across his face as Snape sucked particularly hard.
“We have Potter.” Severus sat back at that at stared at Draco. “I’ve cashed in the Life Debt’s he owes my family. He is ours now, Sev.”
Ours.