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Ariel & Gobuss
| Chapter 28 - "Closer" |
Beta Reader: Leviosahex
Thank you girls!
There's something here I can't explain
I feel I'm diving into (diving) driving rain
You get my senses running wild
I can't resist your sweet, sweet smile
So take this feeling make it grow
Never let it - never let it go*
The boy turned into the hallway filled with students and looked around in search of the person calling him. Almost immediately he spotted Tonks who was pushing through the crowd, smiling at him.
"I barely caught up with you! Listen... I have an idea. Of course, I don't know if the Headmaster will agree... but you've had so few distractions lately that I thought... You know it's Christmas soon?"
Harry nodded, though he still didn't understand where all this was heading.
"Well, I thought it would be fun to organize a Christmas party before everyone goes home. We could get a small group together and meet for a beer... Of course, the butter sort of one," she winked at him knowingly. "We could chat, maybe even dance. It would have to be somewhere in Hogsmeade, because here the atmosphere is a little too heavy and serious... and I can't imagine having a good time under the guidance of Professor McGonagall and Filch," Tonks giggled, and Harry politely answered with a reciprocal smile. "What do you think? It is only an idea, but maybe something will come out of it."
"But in the current situation, will we be allowed to go to Hogsmeade?" he asked. "Well, you know... it is war, after all."
"Don't insult me, Harry," the woman snorted. "I am an Auror. I can ensure the safety of my students. Anyway, I thought that I and Professor Flitwick could extend a protective shield around our meeting place. Just in case. It would be nice. Imagine it... snow, bells, carols, the hum of conversation, presents, a fireplace... We could rent a whole room just for us. Not necessarily in the Three Broomsticks, it’s always too busy there. It could be somewhere else. What do you say?"
Harry looked at her face, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
The idea was really great, it would be nice to spend the evening with friends, but he had a bad feeling about it. What if something happened? What if the spy learned of their plans and sent some Death Eaters? Tonks couldn't protect all of them.
On the other hand... they couldn’t keep hiding like rats in a hole, afraid to stick their noses out of their hiding place.
"I think that's a good idea," he finally said. Tonks beamed at him, and her hair took on the color of candy pink.
"I'm really pleased, Harry! We still have a lot of time, but I think we should begin to get it organised. Invite whoever you want, everyone will be welcome."
The image of a face, framed with black hair and a mocking smile, flashed before Harry's eyes.
"I doubt it," he thought, but didn't say aloud.
"Harry! Harry, wake up!"
The boy opened his eyes. Something was pressed against his cheek. He felt a tug on his arm, blinked several times, trying to figure out where he was. He lifted his head and saw Hermione leaning over him.
"What happened?" he asked sleepily, trying to straighten out. He felt a pain in his neck.
"You fell asleep over your books," Hermione whispered, looking at him anxiously. "I know I asked you to study more, but you shouldn't overdo it."
Harry looked around sleepily. He was in the deserted library, it was probably very late already. He had spent the whole afternoon and evening here, until finally...
"'Erupments' blood in known potion's’? 'The usage of animal blood in the production of'...?" Hermione began to read the titles of books lying around the Gryffindor. "Harry, which classes do we have to learn this for? I don't remember any of the teachers telling..."
"It's not for classes!" the boy quickly interrupted her, collecting his books. "I’m just... I’m just very interested in it."
Hermione gave him her 'who are you kidding' look. Harry felt himself begin to blush.
"You don't fool me," she said. "I'm sure Snape told you to learn it so he could ask you about it later on in your detention."
"Exactly!" Harry almost sighed with relief. "Mean bastard thinks I have too much free time."
"But the advantage is, you can catch up with the material you missed, so it's probably just as well," Hermione stood up. "But you better finish up, and get back to the dormitory, because it's really late. Madam Pince is closing the library."
"Yeah, I'm coming. Just... have to check something," he smiled, trying to make it look natural.
"Okay, but be quick," Hermione said pointing to the clock hanging from the ceiling as she left.
Harry sighed and looked down at the book in front of him. He had been studying for so many hours, but he could not remember any of it.
Damn it all to hell!
He pulled out a piece of parchment from under the stack of books. It was covered with tiny writing.
Well... maybe this would help him...
Harry hadn't seen Snape since Monday's incident, when the man threw him out of his office.
The potion had helped - he no longer dreamt of spiders chasing him – and he finally was able to get enough sleep, but some of those events were blurred and somewhat indistinct. He had the feeling that something was missing, as if he'd forgotten something.
He was a little nervous before his detention,and hoped that Severus was no longer angry with him. This time, he wouldn't provoke him; this time he would do something useful. For example, studying. After all, Saturday's game was only three days away, so they couldn't have sex because Harry wouldn't be able to sit on a broom, and if Gryffindor lost because of him, he would never forgive himself. Others also wouldn't.
That was why he took the few books on Potions in one hand, the pen and inkwell in other, and the piece of parchment up his sleeve. Armed to his teeth, he went to the dungeons.
When he entered the chamber, Snape was sitting in his chair. He looked as though he was waiting for him, and Harry felt a coldness radiating from him.
"Good evening, Severus," he said, and tried to smile. The narrowing of black eyes was the only response. Harry looked at the floor and slowly walked over to the other chair. He sat there and put all his books and writing implements on it.
"I don't want to disturb you today," he muttered, opening the book. "I'll just study."
Snape snorted. Harry jerked his head up and looked at the man with surprise.
"What a change, Potter. Don't you intend to strip or steal from me?"
The boy bit his lip.
"You can mock me all you want," he muttered angrily. "I'm not going to provoke you any more, if that's what you mean. I remember your last punishment very well..."
Man's eyes narrowed again.
"So it really is possible to teach you something, Potter. Maybe I should use this method more often?"
"You won't have to," the boy said as he hid behind his book, feeling his cheeks burn.
For some time there was only silence. Harry studied and took notes. Sitting across the table, Snape was holding a book, although it appeared as though he wasn't going to read it because the whole time he was staring intrusively at Harry. He tried not to pay any attention to it, but it was distracting and he couldn’t concentrate.
Finally he couldn't stand it any more. He looked up and asked:
"Yes? What is it?"
"Nothing, Potter. I'm just waiting for the moment when you finally stop pretending and show what you really came here for."
Harry felt the heat of anger, warming his cheeks.
"I came for my detention," he drawled. "You said I had to study, so I'm doing so. And besides, there is a match on Saturday, and until then I can't..."
"Ah, so this is the reason why there are books lying on the table instead of you stripped naked and begging me to fuck you."
"Stop it!" Harry almost shouted, feeling his heart move at a gallop.
"Longbottom will brew a perfect potion before you will ever grow wise and begin to think and answer for your actions!" the man snorted and looked into the fire.
"I don't want to argue with you," Harry said, trying to control his heart. "I just... can we just... talk?"
"Talk about what? I have nothing to talk about with you, Potter."
Harry clenched his fists. He knew that this wouldn't be easy. But damn, he had been studying all night...
"We can talk about the characteristics and use of leukocytes from Erumpents' blood in the innovative program which concentrates on the enrichment of experimental detox potions thanks to the T lymphocytes Erumpents' blood contains, and their unusually strong ability of self-repair and protection," he recited from memory, then took a deep breath.
Snape stared at him without saying a word, blinking slightly. He looked totally confused and surprised . He just sat there and stared.
Harry, embarrassed by the dragging silence, spoke first.
"What?, You are the one who wanted to talk about it, after all."
Snape finally found his voice:
"And am I to understand that you know something about it?"
"Sure!" Harry beamed. "I think it's a really great idea. Erumpents are virtually indestructible. Really complicated reactions happen in their blood, so to use it in the creation of detox potions for any kind of poison is a great idea. Pity that Protas Fidgeus died before he finished his studys. He tried to force the lymphocytes to join the neutrophils derived from Fire Bacchaes' blood, but he forgot that Erumpents' blood is highly explosive, and this led to his death. In addition, neutrophils provide protection against inflammation, and it's difficult to connect it with poisoning. In my opinion, it would be better to immerse a beozar in it - bezoar is also a universal remedy for all kinds of poisoning, but, of course, it's much more difficult to get it.
Snape continued to stare. He looked like someone who was trying to recover from shock.
"Good point, Mr. Potter," he choked in the end in a somewhat uncertain voice. "But why not try basophils? After all, they have an effect on lymphocyte stimulation."
Harry took a breath. He got the impression that he was passing an exam, and his whole future depended on its result.
"They are not suitable for anything because they don't participate in... in..."
Damn! What was that word?
His face flushed.
"Sorry, my lace is untied," he said, then quickly bent down and pulled the piece of parchment from his sleeve. He quickly read it, straightened up and finished, trying to sound confident: "They don't participate in phogo... in phagocytosis. Besides, there is too few of them. It's lymphocytes that are responsible for the destruction of all life-threatening... compounds that enter human's blood."
Snape raised one eyebrow.
"If you say so..."
Harry hesitated. Was something wrong?
He looked at his knees, trying to read something from the paper clenched in his hand.
"The second lace?" Snape asked, in mocking voice.
Damn! He couldn't see anything!
"Since granulocytes don't come into play, we could try..." the man said and paused.
"Ehm..." Harry was so worried he felt like all thoughts had evaporated from his mind. "We could try... er..."
He quickly looked down at the paper. When he raised his head, he saw that Snape covered his mouth with hand. It looked as if he were trying to hide his smile.
"Gwideon Lange says..."
"I don't care what some pseudo-magician has to say," Severus interrupted him. "I would like to know your opinion."
"I... I think..." Harry had a feeling that he was standing over an abyss, and each step would only take him in one direction.
"I think... someone must try to combine a bezoar, with lymphocytes taken from Erupments' blood and blood of tritons, which would alleviate its explosive qualities, and only if they managed to mix this together, the person should go on."
Snape raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be... astonished.
"That is... a correct… observation, Mr. Potter."
Harry had the impression that he heard sounds of a fanfare.
"Maybe you're not as dumb as you look," added Severus.
The boy frowned. What was that supposed to be? An insult or a backhanded compliment?
"Yeah," he snorted, "mock me. I try so hard, and you ridicule me!" he growled, looking straight in Severus' eye. The man... smiled in response.
Harry blinked, surprised.
"Bravo, Mr. Potter. Another valid observation. Would it be sufficient for you if I say, I'm..." he leaned forward and looked in Harry's eyes, "very pleasantly surprised...?"
The Gryffindor grinned. He felt like his heart was being wrapped in a warm mist.
"I told you that you can talk to me about anything," he said.
Severus leaned back in his chair.
"In that case, I'd be happy to hear your view on ways to extend the duration of the Invisibility potion."
'Oh, no,' Harry groaned inwardly, but his smile remained in place.
"Sure, no problem," he muttered. "I only have to... prepare."
"I'll be waiting impatiently," the man said, smiling slightly. "And as for your detention..."
"Yes, I know," the boy interrupted. "I'll finish the bathrooms tomorrow. I've been a little... busy recently."
"You won't be cleaning bathrooms any more," Severus said. "I consider that detention to be over."
"Really?" Harry couldn't help smiling happily.
"I meant your Monday detention," the man added. "Considering it wasn't completed, you'll do it on Friday."
Harry opened his mouth.
"But I have a match on Saturday..."
"I expect you precisely at seven, Potter," the man interrupted him.
Harry clenched his mouth.
Damn this man...
"Concentrate! Close your eyes and imagine that you are covered in fluff down to your ankles, and each step you make is similar to one of a spider... noiseless and completely inaudible."
With the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron, who was standing near him, wince at the mention of spiders.
"Can I imagine something else... like an ant?" Ron asked uncertainly.
"You can, Ron... I mean, Mr. Weasley," she corrected quickly. "Now, raise your wand and repeat after me: Tacitus Gressus."
"Tacitus Gressus!" everyone repeated in chorus.
"Wave your wand - direct it toward your feet, while rotating the wrist at about forty five degrees. Like this," Tonks showed the motion, and the students tried to reproduce it with little success.
"Excuse me," Hermione's hand shot up. "But how can it help us to fight?"
"With this encantation we can approach the enemy undetected, and it can have an enormous significance in a duel," Tonks explained. "Spells that cause disappearance is one of the most difficult to master, and I doubt that any of you have an Invisibility cloak." Harry felt her gaze and looked away. "But any measure that causes disappearance won't help you if you move through branches that crackle under your feet or you walk on a very creaky floor. With this spell you will be able to move in complete silence. Let's try again. Swipe and rotation."
Harry managed to do it on the third attempt. When he jumped, his feet didn't make even the slightest sound.
Suddenly, a loud roar tore the silence, as if a giant had walked into class. All students pressed their hands to their ears and looked reproachfully at Neville.
"I think I did something wrong," he stammered, his face took on a purple color. "Sorry," he whispered.
"It's all right," Tonks went over to him and patted him on the shoulder. "We'll fix it. Just don't lift your feet for a while, because everyone will end up deaf."
Several people laughed. Tonks threw quick countercurse and demonstrated the correct hand movement to Neville.
"And now you'll try..." she stopped when there was a loud knock at the door. "Come in!" she cried, but nobody came. Harry saw Nymphadora frown thoughtfully. After a while, she instructed the students:
"Practice on your own for now. I'll be back soon, and I don't want any repeat performances like that one, do we understand each other?", she then hastily left the class.
Harry uselessly tried to see who was behind the door. When Tonks opened it, no one was there.
"Harry, don't stare, just practice!" Hermione snapped at him.
"I don't have to," the boy said. "I have already learnt it."
"Then maybe you could help Neville?" she pressed further.
Harry looked at her angrily. Severus was absolutely right. She was damn annoying!
Tonks came back after a few minutes. She looked very nervous.
"Sorry, but I have to finish early today. This is your last lesson, so you are free to go. But please behave when you go out into the corridor. I don't want to have any trouble because of you."
Most students took the news with joy, and Neville - with relief.
Harry watched Tonks go to her desk and try to pick up the parchment lying on it with shaky hands. He wondered whether or not to approach and ask what happened, but finally concluded that it would be better to wait for further developments. He had some suspicions about who had knocked...
He gathered his things and went out into the hallway with the other students. He looked around the crowd of Gryffindors and Slytherins talking to each other, and narrowed his eyes when he saw a shock of blond hair around the corner, going along the corridor in the opposite direction.
"Harry, are you coming?" Hermione asked, looking at him impatiently.
"Go ahead. I have to... use the toilet," he lied on the spot.
When his friends and other students were gone, Harry cautiously approached the corner and looked around it.
Luna was leaning against the wall; her fluffy long hair was falling over her lowered face.
"Hey," he said quietly. "What's up?"
The girl winced and quickly wiped her eyes with her hand.
"Oh, hello, Harry."
When she raised her head, the boy saw red eyes and traces of tears on her cheeks.
"What happened?" he asked, trying to hide his surprise. He'd never seen Luna cry. She never took problems seriously, she didn't even recognize them - she thought they weren't worth the headache. So it had to be something really serious.
"Oh... nothing," she whispered. "Just a few Alsatian mikropuffs fell into my eyes. That's all..."
... and he'd never heard Luna lie.
"You can go now. I'm fine, really," she looked over his shoulder and quickly looked away.
Harry knew who she waiting for.
"All right," he pretended to believe her. "But if you need anything, you know where to find me, right?"
She nodded and tried to smile.
When he reached the corner, he looked back and saw Luna follow him with her eyes. He felt uncomfortable, so he walked away as quickly as possible.
She was his friend. He couldn't follow and watch her. If she didn't want to share her problem with him, she must have a good reason. Or... someone else asked her not to tell.
He smiled to himself.
He started to understand what it was all about...
"What a bastard! How could he do this to you the day before the match? You'll have to sit locked in the dungeons for some stupid detention instead of training with us!" Ron walked back and forth in the Common Room, almost screaming. "If we lose, I will personally pour a whole cauldron of potion on his head! An explosive potion!"
"Ron, calm down. Nobody can catch the Snitch like Harry. You should focus on your training rather than devising a plan of revenge on that greasy bastard," Ginny said firmly, sitting on a bench next to Hermione. The girl looked up from the book on her knees and waved her hand.
"Don't waste your words. He doesn't care about anything other than his lunch."
"I at least care whether we win or not! For you it doesn’t matter one ay or the other."
Hermione pursed her lips. Harry, fearing a violent outburst, quickly jumped up from his chair, muttred "I have to go", took his books and headed for the exit. When he was walking through the Fat Lady's portrait, he heard Hermione's raised voice:
"You accuse me of not caring about our team and winning the Cup..." he stopped hearing the words when the portrait closed behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn’t gone too bad. He had expected a more violent reaction.
Due to heavy rain and snow, and the fact that the Ravenclaws were practicing at the pitch all afternoon, the last Griffindor training session was to take place in the evening, and he, instead of working together with the team, would sit all night with Snape. One-to-one. Knowing this, was as comforting to him as a warm fire. He knew that the quidditch match on Saturday was a very important one for Gryffindor, and that he shouldn’t be pleased he had to spend the entire evening with Snape, that he should be angry that he couldn't train. He tried to convince himself that this was exactly what he was feeling, but...
But it was Severus. And Harry hadn’t stopped wanting him. Especially considering that their last time together was ... how long ago? A week ago! And hiding behind books and conversations wasn’t the best way to tame his desires, but in spite of everything... he had managed to control himself. Or at least he had tried.
He knew that if Snape had made even the smallest of gestures, if he'd initiated what Harry wanted so badly... he would have given in.
And he couldn't! Not before the game! He couldn't let them down again! That was why he didn't want to go to this detention. He suspected that Snape had assigned it to him on purpose.
But he had his books. Maybe he hadn't had time yet to learn about Invisibility potions, well, not much, but he would cope. He would just sit quietly and read. Anyway... if Snape wanted something from him, he would have to show him. Why was Harry the one to always start conversations, cuddle up to him and everything...? If he remained passive, and Snape didn't initiate anything... maybe it would be fine.
He smiled to himself and went into Snape’s office. He crossed the room in a few steps and stopped before the door leading to the man’s private chambers, took a deep breath and entered.
He was welcomed by a hard look that travelled downward, stopping briefly on the books which he held in his arms, and wandered back to his face. Immediately it changed to unpleasent and angry.
"Good evening, Severus," Harry said, trying to sound natural.
He didn't like that look.
Without waiting for an answer, which he knew wouldn't come, the boy sat in his chair and put his things on the table. He saw an empty glass, with a hint of amber on the bottom, sitting in front of Severus. Pretending not to notice, Harry opened a book, unrolled a piece of parchment and started reading. As soon as he did so he heard a snort, and a few incomprehensible words that Snape muttered under his breath.
Harry lifted his head and looked straight at the black eyes staring at him.
"What? Did you say something?" he asked innocently, although he was trembling inside.
For a moment Severus looked as if he was chewing a lemon that he couldn't spit out. As if he was fighting with himself. As if he wanted to say something, but he would suffocate sooner than tell it.
Finally, he growled and turned his head away.
"Do you want to talk about something, Severus?" he wouldn’t give up. The man's behavior intrigued him and he wasn't going to leave it like that.
Severus once again stabbed him with burning, angry gaze.
"About what?" he growled. "About your "wonderful" friends? About the next match where the famous Chosen One must win, otherwise he will be thrown from his pedestal and will cease to be a great idol? Or maybe about your flea-ridden godfather?"
Harry, feeling that every word was increasing the towering waves of anger inside him, sprang from his chair and hissed:
"I don't want to talk about him!"
Snape's eyes flashed.
"So…that is exactly what we are going to talk about," he hissed venomously. "Apparently I can talk to you about anything."
Harry clenched his trembling fists. He had no idea what was going on. He felt as if he was being suddenly thrown into a whirlwind, which caught him and didn't want to let go.
"What's gotten into you today?" he asked, forcing himself to calm down and even out his breathing. "Ever since I arrived you have behaved... strangely."
Snape didn't answer. His eyes looked even darker than usual. He smiled sardonically and drawled:
"I am almost sure that if you had been studying last year as hard as you are now, everything would have been different. If you had been this attentive to Occlumency lessons, your verminous mongrel would probably still be..." he stopped when Harry slammed his fist on the table. The glass fell to the floor, shattering.
He felt the vortex carry him with it, trying to tear him to shreds. He turned abruptly toward the door.
He wouldn't stay here any longer! He wouldn't listen to what this...
He managed to take just one step when he felt Snape's hand grab his arm.
"Leave me alone!" he shouted, pulling back from his grip. He started toward the door, not looking back.
He didn't want to look at him! He never ever wanted to...
Harry managed to reach the door, but before he touched the handle, he felt arms wrap around him from behind . Snape pulled him closer and pressed him into the wooden surface of the door, his hands wrapped around his waist, and clung to his back. Snape then immersed his face in Harry’s tousled hair.
"Let me go!" Harry jerked, trying to free himself, but he wasn't able to, trapped between the cold door and the just as cold body behind him.
Then he heard a hoarse whisper in his ear:
"Quiet, Potter. Calm down."
Harry felt fury in his veins and blood roaring in his ears.
"How could you, you bastard? How could you say that..." he stopped when his voice began to break.
"Shhh, it's all right. It doesn't matter. Forget about it..."
Harry didn't know... how much time had passed. He only knew that for the entire time he could hear a quiet, soothing voice in his ear, feel a warm breath fanning over his neck, and hands, that had slipped under his shirt, stroke his taut belly and touch his hot skin.
He heard a sigh, and breathing quicken. The hard body pressed against him harder. Cold hands glided over his skin, as if trying to learn it by heart.
It was so... amazing. So unusual.
Harry closed his eyes and turned his head, trying to hear the stifled sighs more clearly. Then Severus pulled away from him and, clenching his hand on his wrist, without a word led him to the chair. Snape fell into the armchair and pulled Harry to himself. The boy didn't resist. He sat on his lap, not taking his eyes off the black burning ones.
There were no longer any trace of anger. It had been replaced with desire.
Harry leant his knees against the chair, trying to move closer to him, and then he felt it - Severus' erection was trying to break through the material of his trousers.
He looked straight into the flaming eyes as he felt the man's hand glide over his thigh towards his groin. Snape licked his lips and looked down. Harry didn't have to look. He knew he was hard too. At this time, he preferred to look at Snape's reddened face in absolute fascination. He looked like someone on the verge of exploding. His eyes slipped over Harry's body, his hands almost trembled with a morbid desire for fulfillment.
And then Harry realized.
Severus had wanted him since he had arrived. He'd wanted him on Wednesday, and when he realized Harry wouldn't give him anything, he moved his detention to Friday, because he couldn't endure it any longer. So he behaved like this. That was why he was so angry and sarcastic when Harry - once again - arrived with books.
Because he prefered to be nasty to him, hurt him, quarrel with him rather than... ask.
Realizing that this introverted, self-possessed man wanted him so much that he almost trembled... Harry felt as though a dam had opened inside him and hot lava flooded his body. The blood in his veins began to boil, and sparks flashed before his eyes.
Through the buzzing in his ears he heard a hoarse whisper:
"I'll give you a potion later that will alleviate..."
But Snape didn't have to say it, because Harry's hands had already gone to the man’s fly. He raised himself up on his knees, letting Severus slide his pants down while Harry freed the man’s hard, throbbing with desire, cock from the black material. His heart melted and his eyes affectionately looked at it. At that moment, Harry knew that nothing, absolutely nothing was more important.
And it never would be.
Severus cast a quick, non-verbal spell and Harry eyes widened when he saw Snape’s cock was now covered with a sticky, warm substance. But before he could think, Severus lifted his buttocks, and without any resistance entered him in a single, smooth thrust.
Harry didn't shout or whimper. He only sighed deeply, as he leant his head back and rested his hands on man's knees, from whose mouth a loud sigh rushed out. Harry felt as though something had exploded in his abdomen and was turning into a million sparks.
Oh, he missed this so much... the being filled, the pulsating heat... the sharp smell of sex invading his nostrils, the expedited breath in front of his face, and the flavor of herbs wafting around the dark silhouette, which almost burned with desire.
He raised his hips and slowly, torturing all of his senses, pressed back, feeling like a hot rod of steel was sliding into him inch by inch. His body began to vibrate. He felt the flames. Severus didn't urge him, he allowed him to take his own pace, and was gladly accepting anything that Harry wanted to give him. The Gryffindor closed his eyes and threw back his head, leaning back and shifting his weight on his hands that were still resting on Severus' knees. This allowed him to have full control over every movement, and he made it slow, torturing himself and Severus who was making muffled rumblings. Harry allowed Severus’ pulsating erection to pull out of him almost completely, and after a while, he sat down on it, slowly and firmly, until the moment he felt warm testicles touching his buttocks.
How was it possible that this was so pleasurable?
He felt no pain. He could hear only breathing, his own loud, and shuddering; Severus’ deep, heavy.
Yes, Harry wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear Severus groan, to be lost in pleasure. To touch him... Yes, just like that!
Severus' hands slid under Harry's shirt and clenched at his waist. Like claws.
Severus was in him. Very deeply. He could feel his heat - his painfully burning desire that wished to explode inside him and stay there forever. He raised his hips, and felt the heat slide out of him. He pushed it back in again, wishing that it would explode and engulf his whole body.
Snape hissed and clenched his eyes. They were misty when he opened them again. Harry only noticed it because the strong impact of pleasure had made him lift his burning eyes to look at the man causing it. He noticed and froze for a moment. And then something happened.
The man jerked forward, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him forward.
"Oh..." was the only thing Harry managed to say. Severus breath was tickling his ear. Harry hugged him, dipping his face the black as hair that smelt of fragrant herbs and the delicate aroma of almond. He clung to this force, this desire, which lifted his hips and began to thrust into him with quick, shallow thrusts. A prolonged groan burst from his throat.
"Severus... this is so... good..." the boy whispered, feeling his body shudder every time hot balls touched his buttocks. Without really thinking about what he's doing, Harry wove his fingers into dark, smooth hair and pressed his lips to a warm neck. It wasn't cold. Only hot blood was pulsing under her lips. He began to kiss every part of the skin, heading towards the clavicle. His heart was beating as fast as Severus' pulse.
Harry suddenly felt anxiety overwhelm him. Why did he still have the feeling that each kiss might be the last one? That it was all about to end, that spell would be broken, that the arms wrapped around him would disappear?
Murmuring, Harry kissed a path leading from Snape’s clavicle to his ear. And then... Severus released him. Harry froze, his heart stopped for a moment. He opened his eyes. And next, what he felt was... the man's hands slipping under his shirt and roaming over his bare skin. He began to breathe again. He smiled to himself.
He shifted his head and took a warm ear lobe into his mouth. Severus moaned, his hands clenched tightly on his back. Harry felt the man press his fingernails into his body, but the pain was good. He purred and washed the space behind Snape’s ear with his tongue. He heard a low, hoarse whisper:
"Yes, right there..."
His heart leaped, and he felt a new burst of heat in his lower body. Oh, yeah... He would do anything to once again hear that whisper heavy with desire. Harry clung tighter and again moved his tongue against the ear. Once, then twice. More and more aggressively. Severus opened his mouth from which an almost continuous murmur of pleasure and approval was coming. Harry pulled away from his ear and started licking the other one. The man blurted out a hoarse curse:
A huge wave of satisfaction flooded Harry, warming him. It made him tear himself away from the wet ear for a moment and whisper with an impish smile on his lips:
"Do you like it?"
Snape's eyes flashed. His only reply a speeding up of his movements. Harry groaned and pressed his flushed face into a hot collarbone. One of Snape's hand slipped out from under his shirt and unbuttoned a few of it’s buttons at the collar. Harry tried to open his burning eyes, but every blow to his prostate deprived him of any control over his body. Snape slid the shirt from his arms and... pressed his lips to the pale skin. Harry whimpered. He thought that the man's lips had turned into a red-hot piece of metal, which scalded his skin and in a very short period of time encompassed his whole body. Severus almost crushed him in his embrace, while his lips wandered over his sensitive skin, alternately inhaling it's scent and kissing it which seemed to melt it like hot wax. Harry sighed as the sparks of pleasure reached his heart, burning everything that had ever caused him pain.
He felt dizzy. He didn't know if he was dreaming or...
He managed to open his glowing eyes, but his glasses were steamed up. Everything seemed so familiar... and yet so different.
Severus was breathing on his shoulder, burning his skin with every breath. Harry jerked his head up. Severus did the same, and their eyes met. But there was something... different in Severus' eyes. They were no longer hot or intense. They didn't scorch him or burn through his skin.
They were... warm. Soft. Soothing. He could immerse himself in them and fall asleep, be comforted by them. And yet, they set every nerve, every cell, on fire.
Harry opened his mouth, gasping.
"You make me... crazy... " he whispered in a trembling voice.
He blinked. Did he say that? Apparently so, because Severus smiled slightly in response, and raised his hand to gently take off his glasses.
He widened his eyes. He knew this gesture. He remembered it from before…
From just before being beaten... . But then... and now... now they made love
He shivered, feeling cold fingers in his hair. A warm current flowed through his body, further fueling it with shimmering sparks.
He shut his eyes.
Tears. He felt tears in his eyes.
It couldn't be his memory. That curtness, like a wall dividing them... Now he realized. It was as if ... it was... someone else. Not him. Such coldness...
He raised his eyes and saw deep, enveloping dark pupils.
Severus caught his face, stroking his disheveled hair, gliding it between his slender fingers. Harry closed his eyes and held his breath.
Lips touched his eyelids.
Time stood still.
He could hear quiet breathing on his cheek. Heat pierced his skin and burned his eyes. He could feel; fingers intertwined in his hair, the smoothness of lips - their warmth, his own fingers thrusting in the black fabric of Severus’ robe, and the throbbing erection buried deep inside him.
Harry heard a sigh. His and Severus’. He felt a hot breath burning his eyes, and a moist fire spreading inside him. Flames were shooting everywhere. The pleasure was so wonderful, so warm, so... sweet. His body became a catalyst, focusing on the every little piece of bliss, it was floating in hot air. His painfully throbbing cock shot a hot stream that landed on Severus’ black robe.
From beneath his closed eyelids, tears flowed, and Harry pressed against the straining body beneath him. He was trembling. He was trembling so much and he wasn't able to control it. Everything in him was vibrating. Every muscle, every inch of skin was wet with sweat. Two uneven breaths blended together, and sparks fell gently on their clothes.
Harry felt a gentle hand stroking his back, and a low, hoarse voice whispered softly:
"Are you all right?"
He forced himself to nod his head, although he felt like this trembling body didn't belong to him.
"Yes..." he said hoarsely.
He heard the loud beating of a heart and wondered if it was his or Severus'. One common rhythm. Uncertain, vibrant, increasing. Like vibrato, announcing...
I feel you...
in every vein
in every beating of my heart
each breath I take
[in every breath i'll ever take]
I feel you...
in every tear that i might shed
in every word i've never said
I feel you...**
* "Don't let go" by Bryan Adams & Sarah McLachlan
** "Leben... I feel you" by Shiller & Heppner
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