Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Severus/Harry.

Rating: R

Summary: I want him backed against my office wall with...the only thing anchoring him to reality is me... Merlin help me, I want him to think of me and only me.

Author's note: I don't know where this came from. Just read and tell me what you think.

Author: Spirit

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NC-17

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I wanted to fuck him before a mirror because I wanted him to understand that it was me and he was mine. His emerald eyes dared to defy me by looking innocent. Black dots danced before my eyes when I reached for him. Naked. All naked and mine, mine, mine. Clothes, shoes, glasses, wand, invisibility and tangible cloaks and robes made a pile a mile high on the dirty dungeon floor. And he was naked and mine.

"You are an idiot, Potter."

He smiles. "I know Professor Snape."

I reach for him; pulling him to me. Yellowed fingers traced the curve of his ass, the jut of his hips and the smooth, silky skin at the underside of his straining erection. He shivers and I shivered silently with him.

'My name is Severus,' I want to say to him.

I keep that to myself. I lock it inside me. I hide it amidst the other dark thoughts pounding their way through my insanity. The light of innocence in his green eyes tells me that I have no right putting my body against his. I dare to defy it. Naked flesh against naked. I try to taste him without losing my air of control. My lips find his and I try not to errupt at the sound of the moans being pulled deep from within him.

Deep, where I want to be. Buried. Surrounded, where he cannot refuse me and I am perfect to both him and me.

'Harry. Harry. Harry.'

I want him backed against my office wall with his legs wrapped tightly around me and the only thing anchoring him to reality is me... and my cock... and the realization that I have branded him. Merlin help me, I want him to think of me and only me.

I slam into him again, hard. I wonder why I want to punish him, but he does not react with indignition. His teeth clamp painfully onto my shoulder as he muffles a scream. I refused him the Silencing Spell earlier. I suddenly fear that the walls are too thin.

I pull out, then back in. Slower. Much more gentler now. Again and again. I did not know that I possessed such tenderness.

'Harry... You...will destroy me.'

Seventeen and in love, he says. I should be his sanity but my voice of reason went on the same sabbatical that his did. Seventeen, when I am thirty-eight. This is madness and damning. But, I cannot let him go. I cannot take it back. I will not walk away from him and this and the perfection of him in my arms.

"Oh God. Please..." he whispers brokenly.

I hold him tighter. Buried within him. Risking my life and my profession. And somewhere within the hour of my undoing I began to make love to him.

"Harry, my name is Severus," I tell him softly.

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