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lesyeuxverts) wrote2008-01-20 05:47 pm
lesyeuxverts) wrote2008-01-20 05:47 pm
A Light Untouched, part six
Title: A Light Untouched
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
lesyeuxverts
Pairings: Severus/Lucius, Lucius/Narcissa, Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: 51,500 words, give or take a few
Warnings: AU, non-con (not in main pairings), dub-con, character death, torture, infidelity, bondage, rimming, dirty talk, first time, sex toys, semi-public sex, foodsmut, minor hints at D/s, underage where the age of consent is 18
Summary: "Redemption came in the space between breaths, in the jarring impact of coincidence, in the patient toil of years – for Severus Snape, it came when he met Harry Potter, the culmination of his life's work brought to glory in an instant."
AN: Written forklynie1 in the 2007 ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
reversathon. She requested: "Snape/Harry AU - A chance meeting in a taxicab leads to love. Rating is writer's choice. Please, no Harry or Snape death."
Many, many thanks and grateful smooches toschemingreader, virginie_m, gingertart50, brightfeather, and snarry_fan7! I owe a debt of gratitude to each and every one of you, and also to the marvelous people who bounced ideas for me and gave me encouragement to write this.
Severus woke in the infirmary, alone. There was a persistent ache in his chest, his head was throbbing, and Harry was not there. The room was full of silence and bright with sunlight, reflecting off the row of vials waiting for him.
Pushing the blankets aside, Severus pushed himself up on one elbow, and Poppy and Albus hurried over, their footsteps echoing in rhythm. "Severus, whatever possessed you to do such a foolish, needless –"
Severus cut him off. "Let me say, Headmaster, if you ever try to manipulate us like that again – if you ever risk Harry again – then last night will look like child's play compared to the retribution I exact."
"Stop it," Poppy said. "All of this posturing and foolishness, in my infirmary! Severus, you need rest, and if you do not get it, I'll keep you here for a month without visitors. Now, take the Blood Replenishing potion first, and then the others. I'll check you over and let you go if I'm satisfied."
Albus frowned at her. "Poppy, I must insist on a word with Severus first."
"Nonsense – none of this nonsense will be tolerated here. He's lost almost a liter of blood and the only thing that saved him was that raggedy cloak he was using to close the wound. You let me take care of my patients, Albus, and mind your own business for now."
Severus swallowed the Blood Replenishing potion, washing the prickle out of his throat with the water offered by Poppy. She held his head in place while he was wracked by shudders, the potion blending into his bloodstream and running through his body like fire. It burned as it went, expanding and filling his veins, becoming a part of him.
As soon as Poppy pressed his head back onto the pillow, straightening the blankets around him and bustling over to the table for another vial, Albus came back to sit by the bed. "Poppy, I must insist – a word with Severus, now that he's had the potion. I won't be long."
"Hmph," she said. "See that you aren't – his rest must not be disturbed, even for your insatiable curiosity, Albus Dumbledore. He very nearly died."
Dumbledore reached over and took Severus's hand, pulling it out from under the covers and tracing the veins in the back of his hand. His touch stung, the light searing Severus's nerves – he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the interrogation. His head swam and he fought against the dizzy, swirling feel of Albus's bright aura.
"Severus, what have you done? You know that you've destroyed Harry's destiny, don't you? What will become of the boy now?"
"Where is he?"
"I hardly see how that's –"
"Where is he?" Severus asked again, pulling his hand out of Albus's grasp. The world spun around him, and he clutched at the bedpost. "Where is he?"
"At the Ministry, of course. When his scar started bleeding – well, Poppy was worried and would have sent him on to St. Mungo's since she couldn't stop the blood loss, but the Aurors insisted on questioning him.
"He'll have been seen by their mediwitch instead," Albus said when Severus struggled to sit upright. "No worries on that score, Severus. I know that you feel a need to protect the boy."
"If you allowed anything to happen to him in my absence, Headmaster –"
"You're as protective as a mother lion with her cubs, now. Are you sure you weren't meant to be sorted into Gryffindor?"
Severus cracked his eyelids open to glare at Albus. His headache intensified, and he flailed, reaching out for Harry. A faint mental echo was his only answer – London was too far away.
"Say what you need to say and let me have my rest," he said.
"You haven't answered my questions."
Albus conjured two mugs of tea, adding milk and sugar and passing one of them to Severus. "That's better, isn't it?"
Severus pushed the mug away, and Albus pushed it back at him. "Now, Severus, have some tea. It makes everything seem a little brighter."
"Stimulants such as caffeine are not meant to be combined with the Blood Replenishing potion, Headmaster. You'll have to find another vehicle for the delivery of whatever calming potion or truth serum you're trying to force into me."
"You used to call me Albus," he said. "What's wrong, that you won't use my name now?"
"You put your faith in a foolish Prophecy and risked Harry's safety for it," Severus said. "I've paid my debt to you, Headmaster. I've done my penance for my past sins. As soon as Poppy sees fit to release me, I'm leaving Hogwarts."
"You can't leave in the middle of the term, Severus. Your students –"
"Will do much better with a competent teacher, I am sure. Now that you no longer need to keep me chained here to spy at your bidding, you can have no objection to releasing me."
"Has it been so onerous, then?" Albus asked. He shook his head, brushing aside Severus's response. "Still, I do not want you to go, Severus. We don't know that Voldemort is gone for good – he was only to have been killed by Harry, after all. You should stay here at Hogwarts, protected by the wards and by my influence, until we are certain that he is gone."
Severus pulled his sleeve up, showing his forearm to Albus. "He is gone, as you see. There's no mark of my past mistakes here now – I've no need of your protection. Let me go, Dumbledore."
"But the Prophecy –"
"Was complete and utter nonsense, as you knew at the time. There is no such thing as destiny or any of that rot, and Trelawney is a perfectly ridiculous fraud. Stop grasping at excuses to keep me on your leash."
Albus rose to leave as Poppy bustled over and he leaned down to brush his fingers across Severus's forehead. "Go in peace, then," he said. With his words, the last remnants of the Unbreakable Vow between them disappeared, the shining and tattered fragments of the bond that lingered in Severus's mind dissolved. He left the infirmary with a slow, measured pace, and Severus closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of his footfalls.
Poppy fussed over him for a while longer, pouring potions down his throat and measuring his heart rate and blood pressure before she was satisfied at last. "Take better care of yourself," she said, "and take it easy for the next few days. If you took the time to eat proper meals and exercise, the blood loss wouldn't have hit you so hard."
Severus started off toward the dungeons, but when he had turned the corner and was out of Poppy's sight, he turned off into the Entrance Hall, slipping outside.
Severus took the bundle that Poppy had handed him, and sat cross-legged on the grass, wavering a little as the pain in his chest intensified. He unwrapped the bundle, spreading out the black cloak and laying the silver mask on top of it.
He had killed Muggles at Voldemort's command, slaughtering them and taking scalp and skull to make his Death Eater regalia. He had wrapped himself in its darkness, until it had saved him and the magic in it had turned to the light. Severus slipped a hand into his pocket, taking out his wand.
Holding himself up with one hand on the ground, Severus leaned over and touched the tip of his wand to the cloak and mask, setting them on fire. He held his breath while they burned, dissolving into ashes in a bright flash. The grass wilted at the heat, but was not consumed by the flame.
He rolled up his sleeve past his forearm, showing the bare skin to the sunlight. Pure white, pasty and untouched – it was his, now. All sign of his mistake was erased, and all of the darkness that had clung to him was banished.
He stirred the ashes with his wand, picking them up in a whirlwind that moved out over the lake. The wind fell apart, dropping the ashes into the water – they fell in large gray clumps, in scattered white snowstorms, swirling and bunching together as they tumbled. Severus watched them until the last of the ashes had disappeared into the water, and then he levered himself up, staggering to his feet and stopping to catch his breath.
He made his way down to the dungeons, pausing to lean against the wall. He put a hand on his chest, palm flat and fingers splayed. His heart throbbed, the scar tissue hot and tight under his fingers, and Severus pulled himself away from the wall, working his way down to his rooms.
He rested on the bed, after the covers were stripped off and strewn on the floor like an explosion of green cuttlefish blood, like a House pride prank gone awry. Severus leaned back against the headboard, calling a house elf to pack his belongings. "Anything that belongs to Mr. Potter should also be included with my things," he told it. "Anything that belongs to Hogwarts is to be left behind, of course."
When everything was packed, all of his belongings set neatly into a set of trunks and shrunk down to size, Severus felt strong enough to stand. "I will send someone to pack up my laboratory in a few days," he said. "It is not to be touched until then – no need to clean in there or disturb anything. Is that understood?"
Severus slipped the shrunken trunks into his pocket and made his way back up the stairs, the helpful house elf dogging his footsteps and trying to support him. "Leave me," he said, and it obeyed, its ears wilting before it popped out of the corridor.
He paused on the edge of the wards, turning to look back at Hogwarts. The gray stone of the castle shone in the sunlight, the wavery winter light reflected back onto it from the lake. It was not a refuge any longer, but it had been his home for these many years – for all the empty years he'd spent waiting for Harry. Severus scowled at the insipid sentimentality, patting his breastbone to check that his wound had not reopened.
He turned away from the castle and stepped through the gates, feeling the wards fade away behind him. Steadying himself against the swirl and disorientation of magic, Severus Apparated to the Ministry, and landed hard on the pavement just outside of it.
It was not hard to find Harry – the faint echo of him in Severus's mind was stronger, no longer diffuse with distance. Severus followed the pull of his mind and his magic, weaving his way through the convoluted Ministry corridors with sharp glares to frighten away the officials bustling around on their self-important business. He found the room where Harry was, the room where his magical signature was strongest, and paused just outside the door, leaning his forehead against the polished wood.
Harry's voice rang out, echoing in Severus's mind as well as his ears. "Don't you dare to make any such insinuations," he was saying. "Severus Snape is as loyal as I am, and he is the one responsible for Voldemort's downfall. If you dare to question him –"
He heard a low murmur, a less distinct voice, and then a loud crash. "No, I bloody well will not stay under control. You don't know what the man has sacrificed, and you will never understand. If you ...
"No, of course I wasn't there. I saw enough through the connection provided by my scar to know that it was Severus who killed Voldemort, but no, I didn't see the entire confrontation. I don't see what this has to do with anything, you're being ridiculous."
Severus caught his breath, leaning harder against the doorframe. It was steady, immobile support, and he held onto it as he listened in on Harry's conversation.
He recognized Moody's voice, a raspy growl that was elevated over the vague mumblings of the others in the room. "You can't be sure that he isn't just playing you, a traitor to both sides and hanging on to your loyalty to save his own skin."
"You don't know Severus Snape if you can even suggest such a thing," Harry said. "I trust him, and so should you. He's saved us all."
"Be that as it may," Moody said, "you don't know that You-Know-Who won't return again, seeing as how he wasn't killed properly by you. You need to continue your training so that you're ready to face him, Potter. Don't falter now when we're close to defeating darkness again."
"I'll continue my training as I see fit, not at your discretion," Harry said. Severus pressed his ear close against the doorframe, listening to the slight catch in Harry's voice. "You needn't badger me about it any longer, Auror Moody. I'm not going to learn the Unforgivable Curses."
"You need to be prepared for the worst."
"Learning the Unforgivables would be the worst." There was a thump, and then Harry said, "I will not do it. I will not be your obedient puppet or your tool. You will not question or persecute Snape. All of that is final, and if you have no other questions, I need to be going now. Severus is sure to be waking up by now, and I have to be there."
There was a chorus of protests, all of them indistinct and jumbled together, and Severus had time to move back a pace before the door banged open. He clutched at the doorframe for support while he was enveloped in Harry's embrace. "You're here," Harry said into his shoulder.
He had an armful of Harry, jolting against his chest. It throbbed, and Severus shifted, pushing Harry away. "Don't fuss over me," he said. "I'm still alive, as you can see."
Harry covered his face with kisses, clinging to him and touching him with gentle, reverent hands. "You almost weren't – Severus, never do that to me again."
Severus stilled Harry's kisses with a finger to his lips. "Don't, Harry ... hush, that's enough."
Harry kissed his finger, reaching up to stroke his face. His fingers were soft, leaving butterfly-soft kisses on Severus's cheekbones. "I'm sorry I argued with you before you left."
"No sentimental nonsense, and none of your romantic dribble, is that understood? We both survived, enough said."
"If I'd argued with you just before you died –"
Severus brushed Harry's hands away, grabbing them and pinning him against the wall. "We both survived – do you understand that? Do you realize that your own life was in danger? Do you even realize what you did, you foolish, stupid boy? If you were in my mind while I had died, you would have died as well."
"I did what I felt I had to do," Harry said, holding still under Severus's touch. His magic flared, surrounding them in a warm glow, and he licked his dry lips, looking up at Severus. "I'm sure that you would say the same, even though I'm not happy about the way you risked your life, either."
Harry broke free from his hold. He kissed Severus's neck, putting an arm around him. "I am sorry I argued with you before you left – you were right, you know. I couldn't have cast the Unforgivables."
Severus ran a hand through Harry's hair, rubbing his scalp and tangling his locks together. "Well, keep that in mind for the future, then. Don't argue with me because I'm always right and you never know if I'll die the next day."
"Hey, stop that. Don't make fun of me."
"Enough," Severus said, pushing back from the wall, releasing Harry and grasping his hand to pull him along. "Let's be off."
"Where are we going?"
Severus stopped and pulled Harry against him, resting his chin on Harry's head. He took a deep breath, his scar tissue stretching and burning as his chest expanded. "Where do you want to go?"
He stilled Harry's confusion with a finger set against his temple. "We're not going back to Hogwarts – I'm finished there, and we're both better off if we're out of Dumbledore's reach. Where do you want to go?"
"Where do I want to go? You should be resting in bed, Severus." Harry put his arm around Severus, supporting his weight. "I can't believe that you're out of the infirmary already."
"Don't mollycoddle me." He twitched his shoulders as they started to walk, giving his robes their usual billow. "I'm perfectly well, as you see."
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Severus pulled Harry past the golden fountain in the atrium and up through the telephone booth exit, stumbling over the uneven pavement as they exited. There was a taxi idling in the traffic circle, and Severus flagged it down, allowing Harry to support his weight. "Stop it, Potter. I'm no invalid," he said.
"Wounded in the valiant effort to protect me from my own foolishness? I'd say you're a hero," Harry said. He kissed Severus on the cheek. "Enjoy it while it lasts, yeah? Let me pamper you for a while, then. A ... reward ... for my savior, you know?"
He helped Severus into the taxi, hands lingering on his elbow. "Charing Cross Road," he told the driver.
"What? Why are we going to Diagon Alley?" Severus pulled Harry closer, their thighs pressed together and Harry's warm weight against his side. He puffed a breath of air into Harry's ear, bending down to nibble on his earlobe.
"Hyde Park, driver," he said. "The Green Dragon Inn is much less crowded than the Leaky Cauldron," he told Harry. "We'll be more comfortable there ... and safer."
Harry kissed him, tangling their tongues together in a heated dance. He kissed his way from Severus's lips to his ear. "Almost lost you," he said in a whisper, his breath hot against Severus's skin. "Need you so much, Severus."
Harry's hand snuck down to his hipbone, sliding across to the waistband of his trousers. He pulled away to look at him. "Can you cast a spell to keep the driver from noticing us for now?"
"Fuck, yes." Harry unbuttoned his trousers, sliding down to kneel on the floor. The driver looked back just as Severus fumbled his wand out of his pocket, casting a quick Notice-Me-Not spell.
"This all right?" Harry asked. Severus levered his hips up, letting Harry pull his pants down, and then spreading his legs to give Harry better access. His head fell back against the leather seat, and he gave himself over to Harry's ministrations, the soft touches and teasing licks.
Harry pressed kisses to Severus's thighs, twisting at an awkward angle to reach him, and worked his way up to Severus's balls, kissing them before taking them into his mouth. He sucked, and his mouth was hot and wet. Severus moaned as Harry's tongue began working his balls, and when the driver looked back over his shoulder at the noise, he cast a quick silencing spell.
"Harry." He clenched his hands in Harry's hair, pulling him up, and Harry grinned up at him, breathing across his wet balls with erratic, maddening puffs.
"Yes? Did you want something?"
"You know what I want," Severus said. He twisted in the seat, reaching down to cup Harry's erection through his trousers. "You want it too."
His wand had clattered onto the seat beside him – Severus retrieved it, tapping Harry on the nose and pushing him away from his cock. "What do you have in your pockets?" he asked.
"What? Is that some kind of twisted innuendo?" At Severus's pointed look, Harry began rifling through his pockets, coming up with his wand, a few Galleons and a chocolate bar.
Severus took the chocolate, tapping it with his wand and Transfiguring it into a butt plug before he handed it back to Harry. "Pull your trousers down, and put this in without touching your cock."
"Kinky," Harry said with a grin.
"Having sex in a taxi is completely normal, of course," Severus said. He watched Harry wiggle in the confined space on the floor, pulling his pants down and twisting around to position the butt plug between his arse cheeks.
Severus rapped his wand on Harry's wrist to stop him. He conjured a handful of lubricant and slicked two fingers with it, thrusting them into Harry, and smearing the rest of the lube on the butt-plug before handing it back to him. "Proceed."
Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he slid the plug into himself, and Severus grasped his wand again, muttering the spell to conjure a cock ring. He smirked when Harry yelped at the sudden constriction around his cock and balls. "Pull your pants up," he said. "Now, suck me."
"My hero," Harry said, "what reward do you not deserve?" Leaning over Severus's leg, Harry nuzzled his cock, rubbing his face along the hard length. With the tip of his tongue, he swiped delicate, narrow trails from the base to the head, teasing him with the light pressure.
"Now, Harry," Severus said, splaying his hands out on the seat, fingers outstretched and trembling. They left sweaty prints, sticking to the leather, and he reached for Harry's hair instead. "We don't have much time before we get there – oh."
Harry swallowed his cock, humming around it and reaching up to stroke his balls. With his other hand, he reached up to tease Severus's entrance, rubbing soft circles around it before thrusting a finger into it. He sucked Severus's cock with the same rhythm as he fucked him with his finger, and Severus closed his eyes, his head thumping back against the seat.
"More ... fuck, Harry. I'm going to take you up into the hotel and fuck you so hard you can't stand for days, and I'm going to keep you in bed for all those days, fuck you again, keep you all to myself. I'm going to Transfigure that butt plug back into chocolate and eat it out of your arse – I'm going to eat you until you beg to be allowed to come, and I'm going to come in your pretty arse before I let you do it."
Harry rubbed himself against Severus's leg, and sucked him harder, humming around his cock until Severus came. "Please, Severus, don't make me wait."
"Don't come until I tell you to." With a flick of his wand, Severus Banished the cock ring, and then he pulled Harry up into his lap for a kiss. He tasted himself on Harry's mouth, fumbling Harry's trousers open and reaching in to stroke his cock.
"Please ... fuck, Severus. Let me come."
"Come for me," Severus said, and Harry obeyed, biting Severus's shoulder to muffle his moan.
Bleary-eyed, Severus lifted his head to look out the window as they were turning the corner – the hotel was just ahead. He pushed Harry off his lap, rushing to button up his trousers and prodding Harry out of his afterglow to do the same. He took down the spells just as the driver stopped and paid him before stumbling out of the taxi.
Harry took Severus's elbow, putting an arm around him to help him up the stairs into the hotel. They arranged for a room, Harry insisting on paying – "I've got plenty of my inheritance left, and it's not as though you have a job anymore," he said. He helped Severus up the stairs, steadying him every time the staircases shifted, and left him on a sofa next to a potted Flitterbloom while he hunted along the corridors to find their room.
Severus left the sofa at once, following Harry and catching him with a hex. "Don't coddle me," he said. "You may do my bidding in bed if you're determined to give me some sort of reward, but do not coddle me."
"Yes, Severus. You're perfectly fine – you don't need to be coddled at all. After all, you didn't almost bleed to death less than a day ago." Harry grinned at him, and Severus gritted his teeth before casting the counter-charm.
Taking the big golden key from his pocket, Harry unlocked the door and used his wand to wave the lights on before entering. He flopped onto the bed, arms and legs flung out to take up all of the space, his hair a dark tangle against the pillows, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "So," he said, "this is happily ever after, isn't it? I mean, with Voldemort dead, and the two of us in a private room with a very big bed ..."
"What you call 'happily ever after' comes with the necessity of finding jobs, and a place to live, and learning whether we can tolerate each other on a long term basis or not," Severus said, standing at the foot of the bed and glaring up at Harry. "Don't expect romantic frippery or sunsets –"
"I know, I know," Harry said, scrambling to his knees. He reached up to bring Severus's head down for a kiss. "Still, we do have a very big bed."
He traced the line of Severus's jaw, trailing down his neck to the hollow at the base of his throat. "I know that you think I'm naïve and hopelessly romantic," he said, "but you've been through so much – you're too pessimistic sometimes, Severus. There's no Dark Lord trying to kill us, no prophecies or destiny to worry about, and this is happily ever after, no matter what you say."
Severus slipped a hand in his pocket, taking out the revitalizing potion that Poppy had given him and downing it in one gulp. He set his wand next to the bedside table and started to strip, watching Harry's mouth fall open. "You're not going to argue with me? You're not going to tell me how foolish I'm being?"
"I think you're old enough to be foolish if you want," Severus said. He unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and leaving them where they lay. "If you're foolish enough to want to bed me, you're old enough to do that too."
The torches flared with Harry's magic and the heat in his eyes. He started to scramble out of his clothing, falling from the bed with a bump in his haste. "Hey," he said, "don't laugh at me like that."
Severus stepped into the sphere of Harry's magic, feeling the warmth wash over his skin with long, tingling sweeps, and helped him up, pressing him against the nearest wall for a kiss. This was his salvation, his penance complete and his duty done.
He kissed Harry until they were both breathless, fumbling as they raced to take their clothing off when he pulled away.
"Severus ..." Harry's breath was warm against his skin, Harry's magic was a comfortable warm haze around him, and Harry was perfect in his arms. Severus swung him up, carrying him over to the bed and dropping him onto it.
"Harry, my Harry." Severus flung his shirt across the room, joining Harry on the bed. He reached for his wand on the bedside table and prodded Harry with it. "Turn over, get on your hands and knees."
"No," Harry said. "I think it's my turn to torture you for a change." He pushed Severus's wand aside, rolling over on top of him and capturing both of his hands at the wrist. With a silent spell, he bound them to the bedposts with conjured lengths of silk, and then gave the same treatment to his ankles. "Is this okay?"
He settled over Severus's chest, tracing the scar there with a finger before he bent down to kiss a path along it.
"Don't – don't touch me there."
"Still tender?" Harry moved down, kissing his way down to Severus's navel and tonguing it. "You know, just because you have more experience in bed than I do doesn't mean that you can always boss me around."
"Stop bringing up past sexual history in bed, Potter. It's bloody disconcerting, and I know you have enough experience to know that at least."
Harry tapped his wand against his arse, casting a Finite incantatem and sighing as Severus's Transfiguration was cancelled. "I liked your idea earlier," he said, and he positioned himself over Severus's face, reaching back to part his arse cheeks and moaning when Severus licked a long swipe across his opening.
"You're going to fuck me," Harry said, his legs shaking as he struggled to hold his position. "You're going to be buried in me, and I'm going to keep you tied up like this, and I'm going to ride you until you come inside me."
The chocolate began to melt at Harry's body temperature, and Severus began licking up the chocolate that oozed out of his hole. The sweetness of it was overlaid with the salty, musky flavor of Harry, the flavors swirling together on Severus's tongue. He put his lips over Harry's opening and sucked, making him squirm and fight to keep his balance.
"Fuck, Severus, more, fuck that feels so good, fuck me with your tongue, please." He babbled as Severus thrust his tongue into him, licking at the melting bar. Severus hummed, his lips pressed against the sensitive skin there, and Harry lost his balance, teetering and then catching himself before he fell.
He pulled away, moving down to slick Severus's cock with lube, stroking him while leaning up to kiss him. "You taste like chocolate," he said – breathless, his lips red, his hair tousled, he was beautiful.
Severus thrust up against his restraints, and Harry laughed. "I could tease you the way that you always tease me, but I won't. Severus ..."
Harry positioned himself over Severus's cock, and slid all the way down. He waited, clenching his muscles around Severus to tease him, a smile lighting up his face. "Daydreamed of this the whole time the Aurors were interrogating me ... fuck, Severus ..."
"Harry, let me go, I want to fuck you." Severus strained against the restraints, and Harry shook his head.
"I can't let you overexert yourself now that you're injured, can I?" He waited for a heartbeat longer, still teasing Severus, and then he set a fast pace, moving up and down and fucking himself on Severus's cock.
He reached over to stroke the unscarred skin on Severus's chest and pinch his nipples, and then he slicked his hand with lube again, starting to stroke his cock. Magic flared around them as Harry came closer to his climax.
Severus closed his eyes to appreciate the supernova flare of it, the hot prickle of it against his skin, along his nerves – it ran through him, down to the base of his spine and into his cock. Gripped by Harry's tight muscles, afire with Harry's magic, Severus used what leverage he had to thrust his hips up into Harry, fucking him harder.
"Come for me," Harry said, just as Severus was on the edge – the low, throaty voice, the sight of Harry touching himself, and Severus was undone. He came, and Harry echoed his release, spurting it all over Severus's pale skin before he slumped down onto him.
He unbound Severus and cleaned them both with gentle spells before pulling the blankets back and tucking Severus into the bed. "Plenty of rest tonight so we can do that again tomorrow, all right?"
Harry curled up next to Severus, breathing soft warm puffs like dandelion down onto his bare shoulder. "Thank you, Severus," he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
His Harry – protected and protector, penance and redemption, nuisance and love – Severus threw an arm around him, moving slowly to save his scar tissue any stretching or pain. The room was dim around them, with no darkness or light except for the hum of their own magic, the blending of their auras.
It was a warm and comfortable half-embrace, it was a tangle of arms and legs, and it was a symphony of breath and heartbeat. Redemption came to Severus in an embrace, a heartbeat, a kiss – it came in the patient toil of years and the subtle workings of destiny – it came in the whisper of Harry's breath on his bare skin.
fin
Author:
lesyeuxvertsPairings: Severus/Lucius, Lucius/Narcissa, Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Length: 51,500 words, give or take a few
Warnings: AU, non-con (not in main pairings), dub-con, character death, torture, infidelity, bondage, rimming, dirty talk, first time, sex toys, semi-public sex, foodsmut, minor hints at D/s, underage where the age of consent is 18
Summary: "Redemption came in the space between breaths, in the jarring impact of coincidence, in the patient toil of years – for Severus Snape, it came when he met Harry Potter, the culmination of his life's work brought to glory in an instant."
AN: Written for
klynie1 in the 2007 reversathon. She requested: "Snape/Harry AU - A chance meeting in a taxicab leads to love. Rating is writer's choice. Please, no Harry or Snape death."Many, many thanks and grateful smooches to
schemingreader, virginie_m, gingertart50, brightfeather, and snarry_fan7! I owe a debt of gratitude to each and every one of you, and also to the marvelous people who bounced ideas for me and gave me encouragement to write this. Severus woke in the infirmary, alone. There was a persistent ache in his chest, his head was throbbing, and Harry was not there. The room was full of silence and bright with sunlight, reflecting off the row of vials waiting for him.
Pushing the blankets aside, Severus pushed himself up on one elbow, and Poppy and Albus hurried over, their footsteps echoing in rhythm. "Severus, whatever possessed you to do such a foolish, needless –"
Severus cut him off. "Let me say, Headmaster, if you ever try to manipulate us like that again – if you ever risk Harry again – then last night will look like child's play compared to the retribution I exact."
"Stop it," Poppy said. "All of this posturing and foolishness, in my infirmary! Severus, you need rest, and if you do not get it, I'll keep you here for a month without visitors. Now, take the Blood Replenishing potion first, and then the others. I'll check you over and let you go if I'm satisfied."
Albus frowned at her. "Poppy, I must insist on a word with Severus first."
"Nonsense – none of this nonsense will be tolerated here. He's lost almost a liter of blood and the only thing that saved him was that raggedy cloak he was using to close the wound. You let me take care of my patients, Albus, and mind your own business for now."
Severus swallowed the Blood Replenishing potion, washing the prickle out of his throat with the water offered by Poppy. She held his head in place while he was wracked by shudders, the potion blending into his bloodstream and running through his body like fire. It burned as it went, expanding and filling his veins, becoming a part of him.
As soon as Poppy pressed his head back onto the pillow, straightening the blankets around him and bustling over to the table for another vial, Albus came back to sit by the bed. "Poppy, I must insist – a word with Severus, now that he's had the potion. I won't be long."
"Hmph," she said. "See that you aren't – his rest must not be disturbed, even for your insatiable curiosity, Albus Dumbledore. He very nearly died."
Dumbledore reached over and took Severus's hand, pulling it out from under the covers and tracing the veins in the back of his hand. His touch stung, the light searing Severus's nerves – he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the interrogation. His head swam and he fought against the dizzy, swirling feel of Albus's bright aura.
"Severus, what have you done? You know that you've destroyed Harry's destiny, don't you? What will become of the boy now?"
"Where is he?"
"I hardly see how that's –"
"Where is he?" Severus asked again, pulling his hand out of Albus's grasp. The world spun around him, and he clutched at the bedpost. "Where is he?"
"At the Ministry, of course. When his scar started bleeding – well, Poppy was worried and would have sent him on to St. Mungo's since she couldn't stop the blood loss, but the Aurors insisted on questioning him.
"He'll have been seen by their mediwitch instead," Albus said when Severus struggled to sit upright. "No worries on that score, Severus. I know that you feel a need to protect the boy."
"If you allowed anything to happen to him in my absence, Headmaster –"
"You're as protective as a mother lion with her cubs, now. Are you sure you weren't meant to be sorted into Gryffindor?"
Severus cracked his eyelids open to glare at Albus. His headache intensified, and he flailed, reaching out for Harry. A faint mental echo was his only answer – London was too far away.
"Say what you need to say and let me have my rest," he said.
"You haven't answered my questions."
Albus conjured two mugs of tea, adding milk and sugar and passing one of them to Severus. "That's better, isn't it?"
Severus pushed the mug away, and Albus pushed it back at him. "Now, Severus, have some tea. It makes everything seem a little brighter."
"Stimulants such as caffeine are not meant to be combined with the Blood Replenishing potion, Headmaster. You'll have to find another vehicle for the delivery of whatever calming potion or truth serum you're trying to force into me."
"You used to call me Albus," he said. "What's wrong, that you won't use my name now?"
"You put your faith in a foolish Prophecy and risked Harry's safety for it," Severus said. "I've paid my debt to you, Headmaster. I've done my penance for my past sins. As soon as Poppy sees fit to release me, I'm leaving Hogwarts."
"You can't leave in the middle of the term, Severus. Your students –"
"Will do much better with a competent teacher, I am sure. Now that you no longer need to keep me chained here to spy at your bidding, you can have no objection to releasing me."
"Has it been so onerous, then?" Albus asked. He shook his head, brushing aside Severus's response. "Still, I do not want you to go, Severus. We don't know that Voldemort is gone for good – he was only to have been killed by Harry, after all. You should stay here at Hogwarts, protected by the wards and by my influence, until we are certain that he is gone."
Severus pulled his sleeve up, showing his forearm to Albus. "He is gone, as you see. There's no mark of my past mistakes here now – I've no need of your protection. Let me go, Dumbledore."
"But the Prophecy –"
"Was complete and utter nonsense, as you knew at the time. There is no such thing as destiny or any of that rot, and Trelawney is a perfectly ridiculous fraud. Stop grasping at excuses to keep me on your leash."
Albus rose to leave as Poppy bustled over and he leaned down to brush his fingers across Severus's forehead. "Go in peace, then," he said. With his words, the last remnants of the Unbreakable Vow between them disappeared, the shining and tattered fragments of the bond that lingered in Severus's mind dissolved. He left the infirmary with a slow, measured pace, and Severus closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of his footfalls.
Poppy fussed over him for a while longer, pouring potions down his throat and measuring his heart rate and blood pressure before she was satisfied at last. "Take better care of yourself," she said, "and take it easy for the next few days. If you took the time to eat proper meals and exercise, the blood loss wouldn't have hit you so hard."
Severus started off toward the dungeons, but when he had turned the corner and was out of Poppy's sight, he turned off into the Entrance Hall, slipping outside.
Severus took the bundle that Poppy had handed him, and sat cross-legged on the grass, wavering a little as the pain in his chest intensified. He unwrapped the bundle, spreading out the black cloak and laying the silver mask on top of it.
He had killed Muggles at Voldemort's command, slaughtering them and taking scalp and skull to make his Death Eater regalia. He had wrapped himself in its darkness, until it had saved him and the magic in it had turned to the light. Severus slipped a hand into his pocket, taking out his wand.
Holding himself up with one hand on the ground, Severus leaned over and touched the tip of his wand to the cloak and mask, setting them on fire. He held his breath while they burned, dissolving into ashes in a bright flash. The grass wilted at the heat, but was not consumed by the flame.
He rolled up his sleeve past his forearm, showing the bare skin to the sunlight. Pure white, pasty and untouched – it was his, now. All sign of his mistake was erased, and all of the darkness that had clung to him was banished.
He stirred the ashes with his wand, picking them up in a whirlwind that moved out over the lake. The wind fell apart, dropping the ashes into the water – they fell in large gray clumps, in scattered white snowstorms, swirling and bunching together as they tumbled. Severus watched them until the last of the ashes had disappeared into the water, and then he levered himself up, staggering to his feet and stopping to catch his breath.
He made his way down to the dungeons, pausing to lean against the wall. He put a hand on his chest, palm flat and fingers splayed. His heart throbbed, the scar tissue hot and tight under his fingers, and Severus pulled himself away from the wall, working his way down to his rooms.
He rested on the bed, after the covers were stripped off and strewn on the floor like an explosion of green cuttlefish blood, like a House pride prank gone awry. Severus leaned back against the headboard, calling a house elf to pack his belongings. "Anything that belongs to Mr. Potter should also be included with my things," he told it. "Anything that belongs to Hogwarts is to be left behind, of course."
When everything was packed, all of his belongings set neatly into a set of trunks and shrunk down to size, Severus felt strong enough to stand. "I will send someone to pack up my laboratory in a few days," he said. "It is not to be touched until then – no need to clean in there or disturb anything. Is that understood?"
Severus slipped the shrunken trunks into his pocket and made his way back up the stairs, the helpful house elf dogging his footsteps and trying to support him. "Leave me," he said, and it obeyed, its ears wilting before it popped out of the corridor.
He paused on the edge of the wards, turning to look back at Hogwarts. The gray stone of the castle shone in the sunlight, the wavery winter light reflected back onto it from the lake. It was not a refuge any longer, but it had been his home for these many years – for all the empty years he'd spent waiting for Harry. Severus scowled at the insipid sentimentality, patting his breastbone to check that his wound had not reopened.
He turned away from the castle and stepped through the gates, feeling the wards fade away behind him. Steadying himself against the swirl and disorientation of magic, Severus Apparated to the Ministry, and landed hard on the pavement just outside of it.
It was not hard to find Harry – the faint echo of him in Severus's mind was stronger, no longer diffuse with distance. Severus followed the pull of his mind and his magic, weaving his way through the convoluted Ministry corridors with sharp glares to frighten away the officials bustling around on their self-important business. He found the room where Harry was, the room where his magical signature was strongest, and paused just outside the door, leaning his forehead against the polished wood.
Harry's voice rang out, echoing in Severus's mind as well as his ears. "Don't you dare to make any such insinuations," he was saying. "Severus Snape is as loyal as I am, and he is the one responsible for Voldemort's downfall. If you dare to question him –"
He heard a low murmur, a less distinct voice, and then a loud crash. "No, I bloody well will not stay under control. You don't know what the man has sacrificed, and you will never understand. If you ...
"No, of course I wasn't there. I saw enough through the connection provided by my scar to know that it was Severus who killed Voldemort, but no, I didn't see the entire confrontation. I don't see what this has to do with anything, you're being ridiculous."
Severus caught his breath, leaning harder against the doorframe. It was steady, immobile support, and he held onto it as he listened in on Harry's conversation.
He recognized Moody's voice, a raspy growl that was elevated over the vague mumblings of the others in the room. "You can't be sure that he isn't just playing you, a traitor to both sides and hanging on to your loyalty to save his own skin."
"You don't know Severus Snape if you can even suggest such a thing," Harry said. "I trust him, and so should you. He's saved us all."
"Be that as it may," Moody said, "you don't know that You-Know-Who won't return again, seeing as how he wasn't killed properly by you. You need to continue your training so that you're ready to face him, Potter. Don't falter now when we're close to defeating darkness again."
"I'll continue my training as I see fit, not at your discretion," Harry said. Severus pressed his ear close against the doorframe, listening to the slight catch in Harry's voice. "You needn't badger me about it any longer, Auror Moody. I'm not going to learn the Unforgivable Curses."
"You need to be prepared for the worst."
"Learning the Unforgivables would be the worst." There was a thump, and then Harry said, "I will not do it. I will not be your obedient puppet or your tool. You will not question or persecute Snape. All of that is final, and if you have no other questions, I need to be going now. Severus is sure to be waking up by now, and I have to be there."
There was a chorus of protests, all of them indistinct and jumbled together, and Severus had time to move back a pace before the door banged open. He clutched at the doorframe for support while he was enveloped in Harry's embrace. "You're here," Harry said into his shoulder.
He had an armful of Harry, jolting against his chest. It throbbed, and Severus shifted, pushing Harry away. "Don't fuss over me," he said. "I'm still alive, as you can see."
Harry covered his face with kisses, clinging to him and touching him with gentle, reverent hands. "You almost weren't – Severus, never do that to me again."
Severus stilled Harry's kisses with a finger to his lips. "Don't, Harry ... hush, that's enough."
Harry kissed his finger, reaching up to stroke his face. His fingers were soft, leaving butterfly-soft kisses on Severus's cheekbones. "I'm sorry I argued with you before you left."
"No sentimental nonsense, and none of your romantic dribble, is that understood? We both survived, enough said."
"If I'd argued with you just before you died –"
Severus brushed Harry's hands away, grabbing them and pinning him against the wall. "We both survived – do you understand that? Do you realize that your own life was in danger? Do you even realize what you did, you foolish, stupid boy? If you were in my mind while I had died, you would have died as well."
"I did what I felt I had to do," Harry said, holding still under Severus's touch. His magic flared, surrounding them in a warm glow, and he licked his dry lips, looking up at Severus. "I'm sure that you would say the same, even though I'm not happy about the way you risked your life, either."
Harry broke free from his hold. He kissed Severus's neck, putting an arm around him. "I am sorry I argued with you before you left – you were right, you know. I couldn't have cast the Unforgivables."
Severus ran a hand through Harry's hair, rubbing his scalp and tangling his locks together. "Well, keep that in mind for the future, then. Don't argue with me because I'm always right and you never know if I'll die the next day."
"Hey, stop that. Don't make fun of me."
"Enough," Severus said, pushing back from the wall, releasing Harry and grasping his hand to pull him along. "Let's be off."
"Where are we going?"
Severus stopped and pulled Harry against him, resting his chin on Harry's head. He took a deep breath, his scar tissue stretching and burning as his chest expanded. "Where do you want to go?"
He stilled Harry's confusion with a finger set against his temple. "We're not going back to Hogwarts – I'm finished there, and we're both better off if we're out of Dumbledore's reach. Where do you want to go?"
"Where do I want to go? You should be resting in bed, Severus." Harry put his arm around Severus, supporting his weight. "I can't believe that you're out of the infirmary already."
"Don't mollycoddle me." He twitched his shoulders as they started to walk, giving his robes their usual billow. "I'm perfectly well, as you see."
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Severus pulled Harry past the golden fountain in the atrium and up through the telephone booth exit, stumbling over the uneven pavement as they exited. There was a taxi idling in the traffic circle, and Severus flagged it down, allowing Harry to support his weight. "Stop it, Potter. I'm no invalid," he said.
"Wounded in the valiant effort to protect me from my own foolishness? I'd say you're a hero," Harry said. He kissed Severus on the cheek. "Enjoy it while it lasts, yeah? Let me pamper you for a while, then. A ... reward ... for my savior, you know?"
He helped Severus into the taxi, hands lingering on his elbow. "Charing Cross Road," he told the driver.
"What? Why are we going to Diagon Alley?" Severus pulled Harry closer, their thighs pressed together and Harry's warm weight against his side. He puffed a breath of air into Harry's ear, bending down to nibble on his earlobe.
"Hyde Park, driver," he said. "The Green Dragon Inn is much less crowded than the Leaky Cauldron," he told Harry. "We'll be more comfortable there ... and safer."
Harry kissed him, tangling their tongues together in a heated dance. He kissed his way from Severus's lips to his ear. "Almost lost you," he said in a whisper, his breath hot against Severus's skin. "Need you so much, Severus."
Harry's hand snuck down to his hipbone, sliding across to the waistband of his trousers. He pulled away to look at him. "Can you cast a spell to keep the driver from noticing us for now?"
"Fuck, yes." Harry unbuttoned his trousers, sliding down to kneel on the floor. The driver looked back just as Severus fumbled his wand out of his pocket, casting a quick Notice-Me-Not spell.
"This all right?" Harry asked. Severus levered his hips up, letting Harry pull his pants down, and then spreading his legs to give Harry better access. His head fell back against the leather seat, and he gave himself over to Harry's ministrations, the soft touches and teasing licks.
Harry pressed kisses to Severus's thighs, twisting at an awkward angle to reach him, and worked his way up to Severus's balls, kissing them before taking them into his mouth. He sucked, and his mouth was hot and wet. Severus moaned as Harry's tongue began working his balls, and when the driver looked back over his shoulder at the noise, he cast a quick silencing spell.
"Harry." He clenched his hands in Harry's hair, pulling him up, and Harry grinned up at him, breathing across his wet balls with erratic, maddening puffs.
"Yes? Did you want something?"
"You know what I want," Severus said. He twisted in the seat, reaching down to cup Harry's erection through his trousers. "You want it too."
His wand had clattered onto the seat beside him – Severus retrieved it, tapping Harry on the nose and pushing him away from his cock. "What do you have in your pockets?" he asked.
"What? Is that some kind of twisted innuendo?" At Severus's pointed look, Harry began rifling through his pockets, coming up with his wand, a few Galleons and a chocolate bar.
Severus took the chocolate, tapping it with his wand and Transfiguring it into a butt plug before he handed it back to Harry. "Pull your trousers down, and put this in without touching your cock."
"Kinky," Harry said with a grin.
"Having sex in a taxi is completely normal, of course," Severus said. He watched Harry wiggle in the confined space on the floor, pulling his pants down and twisting around to position the butt plug between his arse cheeks.
Severus rapped his wand on Harry's wrist to stop him. He conjured a handful of lubricant and slicked two fingers with it, thrusting them into Harry, and smearing the rest of the lube on the butt-plug before handing it back to him. "Proceed."
Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he slid the plug into himself, and Severus grasped his wand again, muttering the spell to conjure a cock ring. He smirked when Harry yelped at the sudden constriction around his cock and balls. "Pull your pants up," he said. "Now, suck me."
"My hero," Harry said, "what reward do you not deserve?" Leaning over Severus's leg, Harry nuzzled his cock, rubbing his face along the hard length. With the tip of his tongue, he swiped delicate, narrow trails from the base to the head, teasing him with the light pressure.
"Now, Harry," Severus said, splaying his hands out on the seat, fingers outstretched and trembling. They left sweaty prints, sticking to the leather, and he reached for Harry's hair instead. "We don't have much time before we get there – oh."
Harry swallowed his cock, humming around it and reaching up to stroke his balls. With his other hand, he reached up to tease Severus's entrance, rubbing soft circles around it before thrusting a finger into it. He sucked Severus's cock with the same rhythm as he fucked him with his finger, and Severus closed his eyes, his head thumping back against the seat.
"More ... fuck, Harry. I'm going to take you up into the hotel and fuck you so hard you can't stand for days, and I'm going to keep you in bed for all those days, fuck you again, keep you all to myself. I'm going to Transfigure that butt plug back into chocolate and eat it out of your arse – I'm going to eat you until you beg to be allowed to come, and I'm going to come in your pretty arse before I let you do it."
Harry rubbed himself against Severus's leg, and sucked him harder, humming around his cock until Severus came. "Please, Severus, don't make me wait."
"Don't come until I tell you to." With a flick of his wand, Severus Banished the cock ring, and then he pulled Harry up into his lap for a kiss. He tasted himself on Harry's mouth, fumbling Harry's trousers open and reaching in to stroke his cock.
"Please ... fuck, Severus. Let me come."
"Come for me," Severus said, and Harry obeyed, biting Severus's shoulder to muffle his moan.
Bleary-eyed, Severus lifted his head to look out the window as they were turning the corner – the hotel was just ahead. He pushed Harry off his lap, rushing to button up his trousers and prodding Harry out of his afterglow to do the same. He took down the spells just as the driver stopped and paid him before stumbling out of the taxi.
Harry took Severus's elbow, putting an arm around him to help him up the stairs into the hotel. They arranged for a room, Harry insisting on paying – "I've got plenty of my inheritance left, and it's not as though you have a job anymore," he said. He helped Severus up the stairs, steadying him every time the staircases shifted, and left him on a sofa next to a potted Flitterbloom while he hunted along the corridors to find their room.
Severus left the sofa at once, following Harry and catching him with a hex. "Don't coddle me," he said. "You may do my bidding in bed if you're determined to give me some sort of reward, but do not coddle me."
"Yes, Severus. You're perfectly fine – you don't need to be coddled at all. After all, you didn't almost bleed to death less than a day ago." Harry grinned at him, and Severus gritted his teeth before casting the counter-charm.
Taking the big golden key from his pocket, Harry unlocked the door and used his wand to wave the lights on before entering. He flopped onto the bed, arms and legs flung out to take up all of the space, his hair a dark tangle against the pillows, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "So," he said, "this is happily ever after, isn't it? I mean, with Voldemort dead, and the two of us in a private room with a very big bed ..."
"What you call 'happily ever after' comes with the necessity of finding jobs, and a place to live, and learning whether we can tolerate each other on a long term basis or not," Severus said, standing at the foot of the bed and glaring up at Harry. "Don't expect romantic frippery or sunsets –"
"I know, I know," Harry said, scrambling to his knees. He reached up to bring Severus's head down for a kiss. "Still, we do have a very big bed."
He traced the line of Severus's jaw, trailing down his neck to the hollow at the base of his throat. "I know that you think I'm naïve and hopelessly romantic," he said, "but you've been through so much – you're too pessimistic sometimes, Severus. There's no Dark Lord trying to kill us, no prophecies or destiny to worry about, and this is happily ever after, no matter what you say."
Severus slipped a hand in his pocket, taking out the revitalizing potion that Poppy had given him and downing it in one gulp. He set his wand next to the bedside table and started to strip, watching Harry's mouth fall open. "You're not going to argue with me? You're not going to tell me how foolish I'm being?"
"I think you're old enough to be foolish if you want," Severus said. He unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and leaving them where they lay. "If you're foolish enough to want to bed me, you're old enough to do that too."
The torches flared with Harry's magic and the heat in his eyes. He started to scramble out of his clothing, falling from the bed with a bump in his haste. "Hey," he said, "don't laugh at me like that."
Severus stepped into the sphere of Harry's magic, feeling the warmth wash over his skin with long, tingling sweeps, and helped him up, pressing him against the nearest wall for a kiss. This was his salvation, his penance complete and his duty done.
He kissed Harry until they were both breathless, fumbling as they raced to take their clothing off when he pulled away.
"Severus ..." Harry's breath was warm against his skin, Harry's magic was a comfortable warm haze around him, and Harry was perfect in his arms. Severus swung him up, carrying him over to the bed and dropping him onto it.
"Harry, my Harry." Severus flung his shirt across the room, joining Harry on the bed. He reached for his wand on the bedside table and prodded Harry with it. "Turn over, get on your hands and knees."
"No," Harry said. "I think it's my turn to torture you for a change." He pushed Severus's wand aside, rolling over on top of him and capturing both of his hands at the wrist. With a silent spell, he bound them to the bedposts with conjured lengths of silk, and then gave the same treatment to his ankles. "Is this okay?"
He settled over Severus's chest, tracing the scar there with a finger before he bent down to kiss a path along it.
"Don't – don't touch me there."
"Still tender?" Harry moved down, kissing his way down to Severus's navel and tonguing it. "You know, just because you have more experience in bed than I do doesn't mean that you can always boss me around."
"Stop bringing up past sexual history in bed, Potter. It's bloody disconcerting, and I know you have enough experience to know that at least."
Harry tapped his wand against his arse, casting a Finite incantatem and sighing as Severus's Transfiguration was cancelled. "I liked your idea earlier," he said, and he positioned himself over Severus's face, reaching back to part his arse cheeks and moaning when Severus licked a long swipe across his opening.
"You're going to fuck me," Harry said, his legs shaking as he struggled to hold his position. "You're going to be buried in me, and I'm going to keep you tied up like this, and I'm going to ride you until you come inside me."
The chocolate began to melt at Harry's body temperature, and Severus began licking up the chocolate that oozed out of his hole. The sweetness of it was overlaid with the salty, musky flavor of Harry, the flavors swirling together on Severus's tongue. He put his lips over Harry's opening and sucked, making him squirm and fight to keep his balance.
"Fuck, Severus, more, fuck that feels so good, fuck me with your tongue, please." He babbled as Severus thrust his tongue into him, licking at the melting bar. Severus hummed, his lips pressed against the sensitive skin there, and Harry lost his balance, teetering and then catching himself before he fell.
He pulled away, moving down to slick Severus's cock with lube, stroking him while leaning up to kiss him. "You taste like chocolate," he said – breathless, his lips red, his hair tousled, he was beautiful.
Severus thrust up against his restraints, and Harry laughed. "I could tease you the way that you always tease me, but I won't. Severus ..."
Harry positioned himself over Severus's cock, and slid all the way down. He waited, clenching his muscles around Severus to tease him, a smile lighting up his face. "Daydreamed of this the whole time the Aurors were interrogating me ... fuck, Severus ..."
"Harry, let me go, I want to fuck you." Severus strained against the restraints, and Harry shook his head.
"I can't let you overexert yourself now that you're injured, can I?" He waited for a heartbeat longer, still teasing Severus, and then he set a fast pace, moving up and down and fucking himself on Severus's cock.
He reached over to stroke the unscarred skin on Severus's chest and pinch his nipples, and then he slicked his hand with lube again, starting to stroke his cock. Magic flared around them as Harry came closer to his climax.
Severus closed his eyes to appreciate the supernova flare of it, the hot prickle of it against his skin, along his nerves – it ran through him, down to the base of his spine and into his cock. Gripped by Harry's tight muscles, afire with Harry's magic, Severus used what leverage he had to thrust his hips up into Harry, fucking him harder.
"Come for me," Harry said, just as Severus was on the edge – the low, throaty voice, the sight of Harry touching himself, and Severus was undone. He came, and Harry echoed his release, spurting it all over Severus's pale skin before he slumped down onto him.
He unbound Severus and cleaned them both with gentle spells before pulling the blankets back and tucking Severus into the bed. "Plenty of rest tonight so we can do that again tomorrow, all right?"
Harry curled up next to Severus, breathing soft warm puffs like dandelion down onto his bare shoulder. "Thank you, Severus," he murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
His Harry – protected and protector, penance and redemption, nuisance and love – Severus threw an arm around him, moving slowly to save his scar tissue any stretching or pain. The room was dim around them, with no darkness or light except for the hum of their own magic, the blending of their auras.
It was a warm and comfortable half-embrace, it was a tangle of arms and legs, and it was a symphony of breath and heartbeat. Redemption came to Severus in an embrace, a heartbeat, a kiss – it came in the patient toil of years and the subtle workings of destiny – it came in the whisper of Harry's breath on his bare skin.
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