Ooookay, well this got well and truly bollocked up. AOL decided I was
spamming and cut of my account as well as my father's - ouch. Bad vibes.
When I finally got reconnected I found that a load of people didn't receive
the slash, so I'm now posting it here. Which is really annoying because I
know some people don't want to read the slash. But basically I can't resend
it to everyone or I'll have my account de-activated for good. *snarls* So
those of you who asked but didn't receive, here it is.
*FLASHBACK*
Harry ran a hand through his Snape's hair, without even thinking.
"I thought you hated me" he said wryly, surprised at Snape's vehement
denial.
"Do not say that! I made a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life. I was
too proud to admit I was wrong. I wish I had an excuse. Does being a greasy
bastard count?"
Harry smiled again, softly, and leaned against Snape.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
*END FLASHBACK*
Snape looked sharply at Harry, but the boy was oblivious. Or so he thought. Until suddenly a pair of wet lips fastened themselves to his, and he recoiled without thinking.
Harry sat back, horror beginning to dawn on his now crimson face. Snape could think of a thousand reasons why this was wrong, primarily because Harry was a student, and underage.
But. . .it had been a good kiss.
While it had lasted.
Deciding that thinking would have to wait for another day, he leaned in again, and softly brushed the boy's lips with his own. Why in Merlin's name was he doing this? He had never felt any attraction to Harry before, but this just felt so right. So perfect. So wrong. So good!
Harry whimpered slightly, tilting his head back, and the little bit of common sense that was itching Severus' conscience immediately rushed to his groin, so that the older man groaned as well. He felt Harry press up against him, whimpering with sheer need, and wondered where the hell this had all come from. It was completely surreal; one second, Harry had been trying to commit suicide, and now he was kissing Snape.
"Harry, are you. . .is this what you want?"
Harry looked up, the twin pools of emerald seeming to spin in front of him, and nodded, speaking more coherently than Severus could have.
"I. . .don't understand. But I need you. I want you."
Severus nodded, and swooped forward to claim Harry's lips in a searing kiss that left them both gasping for breath. Their tongues darted over one another, seeking, probing. And then Harry began to grind against Severus, so hard that Snape almost came from the sheer feeling of it. It had been so long.
H pushed Harry off, rolled him over onto his back, and pulled his robe open so that he could trail little sucking kisses down that delectable pale, creamy skin. For once, the scars seemed irrelevant. What was relevant was the way Harry arched up moaning as Severus' skilled tongue brushed over an already hard nipple.
"Oh God, Severus!"
His already hard cock twitched at the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover.
"Do you like that?" he asked, furious with his voice for cracking in the middle of the syllable. He was near frantic with desire, running his hands over every inch of Harry's gorgeous, amazing, fantastic body.
"Yes. . .oh god, more, more!"
And then before Harry even knew what had happened, a warm mouth engulfed his cock, and he saw stars.
"Sweet Merlin!" he gasped, grabbing Sev's hair with his hand. The talented tongue laved a long line down his shaft, and then whipped up to circle his head, and with a shout he came violently, dimly aware through the sparks in front of his eyes, of Severus lapping up his cum and leaning in to kiss him. And then his wand was out. . .
"Lubricus"
Oh Merlin! Thought Harry, and that was his last coherent thought as the spell relaxed the muscles in his arse, making him feel like he had never felt before. Severus was finally naked and rock hard, and Harry unwittingly licked his lips.
"Are you sure. . .this is what. . .you want?"
Severus' voice was ragged with lust, and Harry could do nothing except gaze at him in adoration. What had he done to deserve this?
And then Severus plunged into him, and Harry thought for a moment that he had died and gone to heaven. And then Severus hit his prostate gland and he knew that he had died, and gone somewhere better than heaven, and he felt his cock swelling again. Still Snape's relentless pounding continued, and sparks of pleasure shot through Harry at the same time as the increasingly frequent and loud groans of his lover, until with a few strokes from Sev's hand, Harry stiffened and came, crying out Severus' name. Snape himself followed a few moments later, gasping, and they stared at each other for a long moment, each fearing the worst.
And then Severus leaned in and kissed Harry softly on the lips, and Harry kissed him back chastely.
"Do you love me?" asked Harry, softly, childishly. Snape allowed his face to break out into a smile, and nodded.
"Love you too" murmered Harry, and then curled up against Severus' side, purring contentedly. And, still smiling, Snape thought to himself that maybe everything would be ok now
It was the best they could hope for.
*FLASHBACK*
Harry ran a hand through his Snape's hair, without even thinking.
"I thought you hated me" he said wryly, surprised at Snape's vehement
denial.
"Do not say that! I made a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life. I was
too proud to admit I was wrong. I wish I had an excuse. Does being a greasy
bastard count?"
Harry smiled again, softly, and leaned against Snape.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
*END FLASHBACK*
Snape looked sharply at Harry, but the boy was oblivious. Or so he thought. Until suddenly a pair of wet lips fastened themselves to his, and he recoiled without thinking.
Harry sat back, horror beginning to dawn on his now crimson face. Snape could think of a thousand reasons why this was wrong, primarily because Harry was a student, and underage.
But. . .it had been a good kiss.
While it had lasted.
Deciding that thinking would have to wait for another day, he leaned in again, and softly brushed the boy's lips with his own. Why in Merlin's name was he doing this? He had never felt any attraction to Harry before, but this just felt so right. So perfect. So wrong. So good!
Harry whimpered slightly, tilting his head back, and the little bit of common sense that was itching Severus' conscience immediately rushed to his groin, so that the older man groaned as well. He felt Harry press up against him, whimpering with sheer need, and wondered where the hell this had all come from. It was completely surreal; one second, Harry had been trying to commit suicide, and now he was kissing Snape.
"Harry, are you. . .is this what you want?"
Harry looked up, the twin pools of emerald seeming to spin in front of him, and nodded, speaking more coherently than Severus could have.
"I. . .don't understand. But I need you. I want you."
Severus nodded, and swooped forward to claim Harry's lips in a searing kiss that left them both gasping for breath. Their tongues darted over one another, seeking, probing. And then Harry began to grind against Severus, so hard that Snape almost came from the sheer feeling of it. It had been so long.
H pushed Harry off, rolled him over onto his back, and pulled his robe open so that he could trail little sucking kisses down that delectable pale, creamy skin. For once, the scars seemed irrelevant. What was relevant was the way Harry arched up moaning as Severus' skilled tongue brushed over an already hard nipple.
"Oh God, Severus!"
His already hard cock twitched at the sounds of pleasure coming from his lover.
"Do you like that?" he asked, furious with his voice for cracking in the middle of the syllable. He was near frantic with desire, running his hands over every inch of Harry's gorgeous, amazing, fantastic body.
"Yes. . .oh god, more, more!"
And then before Harry even knew what had happened, a warm mouth engulfed his cock, and he saw stars.
"Sweet Merlin!" he gasped, grabbing Sev's hair with his hand. The talented tongue laved a long line down his shaft, and then whipped up to circle his head, and with a shout he came violently, dimly aware through the sparks in front of his eyes, of Severus lapping up his cum and leaning in to kiss him. And then his wand was out. . .
"Lubricus"
Oh Merlin! Thought Harry, and that was his last coherent thought as the spell relaxed the muscles in his arse, making him feel like he had never felt before. Severus was finally naked and rock hard, and Harry unwittingly licked his lips.
"Are you sure. . .this is what. . .you want?"
Severus' voice was ragged with lust, and Harry could do nothing except gaze at him in adoration. What had he done to deserve this?
And then Severus plunged into him, and Harry thought for a moment that he had died and gone to heaven. And then Severus hit his prostate gland and he knew that he had died, and gone somewhere better than heaven, and he felt his cock swelling again. Still Snape's relentless pounding continued, and sparks of pleasure shot through Harry at the same time as the increasingly frequent and loud groans of his lover, until with a few strokes from Sev's hand, Harry stiffened and came, crying out Severus' name. Snape himself followed a few moments later, gasping, and they stared at each other for a long moment, each fearing the worst.
And then Severus leaned in and kissed Harry softly on the lips, and Harry kissed him back chastely.
"Do you love me?" asked Harry, softly, childishly. Snape allowed his face to break out into a smile, and nodded.
"Love you too" murmered Harry, and then curled up against Severus' side, purring contentedly. And, still smiling, Snape thought to himself that maybe everything would be ok now
It was the best they could hope for.