Let The Game Begin, Chapter 6
And here we are again! Here's the 6th chapter of "Let The Game Begin". Now we're both off to work on our other HPRR stories. lol Looks like it's now your turn sev1970 and just_juxtaposed!!
Let The Game Begin
Chapter 6
By Corgi (goldpemcorgi) and Magdelena (magdelena1969)
Severus was hard put to keep that memory from effecting him. It took a disgusting mental picture of Filch and Voldemort in corsets to keep him from spilling his seed in his trousers like a teenager. He tried to place when he engaged in a round of frottage with Bill Weasley and failed to assign a date to it. It was his memory, but he didn't recall much of what happened until the memory surfaced.
Hot on that little fact came the realization that his mind was being invaded and as he did so another memory rose to the surface of his consciousness. It was one he didn't want the brat to see and he cursed whoever it was that taught the brat the skills he now had. Harry was too good and he was having a hard time finding where the probe was entering his memories.
Severus ran his hands down the soft skin of the man beneath him. Small whimpers and moans were the slight man's response to his light touch. He wanted to bury himself deep within the body he had pinned to the desk in his classroom. Severus was aware that the messy haired youth had never been with another and that was the only reason he was holding back. He didn't want to hurt him despite the need that throbbed in his groin. He was going to make Harry mad with need before preparing the young man for his throbbing shaft. Harry was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as Severus tortured him with hands and mouth.
After what seemed to be too long a time, Severus judged Harry ready for the next step and slowly inserted a oil coated finger into the puckered entrance he was starving for. Harry tensed for a moment before forcing himself to relax and Severus made sure that Harry was thoroughly distracted as he inserted a second finger. By the time his third finger was working along side the other two Harry was screaming with need. Severus couldn't restrain himself anymore, especially with Harry begging at the top of his lungs. Slowly he nudged the head of his cock past the outer ring of muscle...
Severus finally found the delicate probe that was Harry and tossed the thread of foreign consciousness out of his mind. He stood up and glared at the gently smiling man and stormed out of the staff lounge. Anger was shooting off of him as he made his way through the halls. Several of his colleagues took one look at him and quickly ran in the other direction. Once in the safety of his office he pulled open the bottom drawer and pulled out the shot glass and bottle of whiskey he kept there. It took several shots of the potent alcohol to calm his anger and in the end he had to say that the pain-in-the-rear's skill was quite good, but he'll never tell Harry that. Not even on his death bed.
~*~
Harry's own blood was racing as he felt Severus ending the connection he had forged. He forced a smile onto his face in answer to Severus' glare and didn't allow his façade to break until the man had left the room. Harry's body pulsed with need as he sank back into the chair. What the fuck had that been?
His eyes slid closed as he raised a trembling hand to his head. Harry had thought for sure that he had been accessing Severus' memories, and not his dreams, but he and Severus had never… So what in Merlin's name…?
But that wasn't the only thing bothering Harry. He knew that he had pushed the limits of their game by invading Severus' mind. A cold ache settled in his chest as he considered that his pride in winning this stupid bet could have lost him the trust of the man he had just recently discovered he loved.
This time it wasn't hard to squelch his need. His confusion over what he had witnessed, and his own fears about how he had handled his latest attempt at winning the bet were at the forefront of his thoughts as he made his way to his feet and slowly followed Severus down to the dungeons, intent on finding out some answers, and offering a much needed apology.
~*~
Severus wasn't as angry as he was earlier, but he still was pissed. He didn't want anyone to know that he dreamed of having sex with one of his students. It was something he kept firmly locked up in the back of his mind. So tightly that Albus has never found it. He was about to vent his anger on the final papers he students handed in before the last term ended.
He wasn't at it long before a timid knock sounded on his door. Normally he would leave the door open to catch the breeze that swept through the open Entrance Hall doors, but given his current mood it was best to leave it closed. So he didn't know who was on the other side and he never did figure out how Albus identified his guests. He stood and opened his door to find a very subdued Harry waiting in the hallway.
"What do you want?" Severus snarled, stepping aside to allow the younger teacher to enter.
"I wanted to apologize. It wasn't the best approach to get you to buckle," Harry said the moment the door shut.
"Really? Are you sure about that?" Severus snapped while pacing his office. His anger started to grow again at the reminder.
"I don't recall that incident ever happening. Did it?"
"No it wasn't a real memory. It was a dream I had. Didn't you know you can access the memory of a dream?"
"No, I didn't. My instructor never mentioned that and it's more likely that he didn't know."
"The next question is how are you going to make it up to me for using such an underhanded method?" Severus replied as an idea formed in his head.
"I haven't a clue, Severus." Harry looked at him suspiciously and when Severus smirked a look of dread crossed the younger man's face.
"I want to see one of your fantasies. Now!"
"As long as you agree to forgive me," Harry started as he stepped forward, and linked the fingers of one hand with Severus'. Trusting emerald eyes, sparkling with sincerity, met their onyx counterparts and locked with them. "You can see all of them if you like. You star in practically every one of them. My personal favorite is the one where I've got you tied to my bed, and you're begging me to fuck you, but feel free to take a look at whatever you like."
Harry grinned as he heard Severus' sharply indrawn breath. "What? You thought I'd object? I've been wanting you to plunder me for ages. I had rather intended on you plundering my body and not my mind, but this is good for starters."
Severus' mouth went dry when Harry described a portion of one of his fantasies. His groin stirred quickly and made his trousers very uncomfortable once again. He raised his wand in a shaky hand while Harry made himself comfortable in the chair in front of his desk. He muttered 'Legilimens' and found himself pulled into Harry's mind. The younger man's skills were phenomenal as he forced Severus' consciousness to where he wanted him to go. The image of Harry's fantasy ripped all ability to think from him.
The room was very, very familiar and a moan from the bed room caught his attention. Tied spread-eagled on the bed was himself. His cock was flushed a bright red colour and he fought against the bonds, but not to escape. He was trying to get closer to the lithe body sitting on the side of the bed. Dark, messy hair gave away the identity of the person, who then straddled his imprisoned body and began to make it sing. He was just as aroused as the dream generated version of him and when dream Harry's mouth descended onto his needy cock...
Severus ripped his consciousness away from that fantasy. He wanted to find a different one. He still didn't trust Harry's motives with that dream and went in search of another. He found one that suited his purposes.
He was hiding in the shadows as the room full of boys headed into the shower. Only one didn't enter with the rest and he was taking his time removing the Quidditch gear from his body. By the time he finished putting his gear into his locker all the rest of the boys were leaving the changing room admonishing the young man not to take too long.
Severus followed the young man, who foolishly left his wand in the locker, to the shower where he quickly stripped off his Quidditch uniform and stepped beneath the hot spray of water. Long limbs glistened as the water cascaded down the body. He wasn't tall, but he had a grace those his age never possessed. The young man washed as Severus watched and slowly the young man's cock began to fill. Severus' eyes were riveted to the hand that slowly began to stroke the now stiff flesh and nearly leapt out of his skin when the voice hissed his name. Worried that he was caught watching, Severus' eyes snapped up to the youth's face only to see his eyes closed as he pleasured himself. It was too much temptation to resist so Severus slowly stripped and joined the incubus beneath the spray. Green eyes snapped open as his hand closed over the one current stroking the engorged and damp cock....
Harry could feel his orgasm building, but at the last minute was able to control himself, gently nudging Severus from his mind. Still panting, he rose from the chair and stalked over to the chair Severus had collapsed in. The Potions Master's chest was heaving with the effort he was making to regulate his breathing, and any control he had gained was lost when Harry sunk into the chair straddling his lap.
Harry's lips closed over Severus' possessively, his tongue tangling with the older wizard's as both tried to gain dominance in the kiss. He felt strong hands settling on his hips, and broke the kiss, forcing himself to sit back on Severus' legs instead of grinding their erections together.
He leaned his forehead against Severus' and smiled. "We are such hardheaded wankers. If we weren't so bloody competitive we could be shagging right now."
Severus chuckled quietly and released a ragged breath. "Ah, but Potter, a challenge has been laid out and we must see it through."
Harry nodded, and after placing a gentle kiss on Severus' lips, he forced himself to climb out of the Potions Master's lap and away from not only the subject of his desire, but from a place where he felt warm and safe and protected. Shuddering a bit at the loss, Harry straightened his robes and crossed to the door. He was just about to leave when he turned and offered Severus a shy smile. "Just so you know, this isn't just a game for me anymore. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before in my life, and not just your body."
Harry didn't give Severus a chance to reply, just closed the door behind him and made his way from the dungeons.
~ TBC ~
Let The Game Begin
Chapter 6
By Corgi (goldpemcorgi) and Magdelena (magdelena1969)
Severus was hard put to keep that memory from effecting him. It took a disgusting mental picture of Filch and Voldemort in corsets to keep him from spilling his seed in his trousers like a teenager. He tried to place when he engaged in a round of frottage with Bill Weasley and failed to assign a date to it. It was his memory, but he didn't recall much of what happened until the memory surfaced.
Hot on that little fact came the realization that his mind was being invaded and as he did so another memory rose to the surface of his consciousness. It was one he didn't want the brat to see and he cursed whoever it was that taught the brat the skills he now had. Harry was too good and he was having a hard time finding where the probe was entering his memories.
Severus ran his hands down the soft skin of the man beneath him. Small whimpers and moans were the slight man's response to his light touch. He wanted to bury himself deep within the body he had pinned to the desk in his classroom. Severus was aware that the messy haired youth had never been with another and that was the only reason he was holding back. He didn't want to hurt him despite the need that throbbed in his groin. He was going to make Harry mad with need before preparing the young man for his throbbing shaft. Harry was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as Severus tortured him with hands and mouth.
After what seemed to be too long a time, Severus judged Harry ready for the next step and slowly inserted a oil coated finger into the puckered entrance he was starving for. Harry tensed for a moment before forcing himself to relax and Severus made sure that Harry was thoroughly distracted as he inserted a second finger. By the time his third finger was working along side the other two Harry was screaming with need. Severus couldn't restrain himself anymore, especially with Harry begging at the top of his lungs. Slowly he nudged the head of his cock past the outer ring of muscle...
Severus finally found the delicate probe that was Harry and tossed the thread of foreign consciousness out of his mind. He stood up and glared at the gently smiling man and stormed out of the staff lounge. Anger was shooting off of him as he made his way through the halls. Several of his colleagues took one look at him and quickly ran in the other direction. Once in the safety of his office he pulled open the bottom drawer and pulled out the shot glass and bottle of whiskey he kept there. It took several shots of the potent alcohol to calm his anger and in the end he had to say that the pain-in-the-rear's skill was quite good, but he'll never tell Harry that. Not even on his death bed.
~*~
Harry's own blood was racing as he felt Severus ending the connection he had forged. He forced a smile onto his face in answer to Severus' glare and didn't allow his façade to break until the man had left the room. Harry's body pulsed with need as he sank back into the chair. What the fuck had that been?
His eyes slid closed as he raised a trembling hand to his head. Harry had thought for sure that he had been accessing Severus' memories, and not his dreams, but he and Severus had never… So what in Merlin's name…?
But that wasn't the only thing bothering Harry. He knew that he had pushed the limits of their game by invading Severus' mind. A cold ache settled in his chest as he considered that his pride in winning this stupid bet could have lost him the trust of the man he had just recently discovered he loved.
This time it wasn't hard to squelch his need. His confusion over what he had witnessed, and his own fears about how he had handled his latest attempt at winning the bet were at the forefront of his thoughts as he made his way to his feet and slowly followed Severus down to the dungeons, intent on finding out some answers, and offering a much needed apology.
~*~
Severus wasn't as angry as he was earlier, but he still was pissed. He didn't want anyone to know that he dreamed of having sex with one of his students. It was something he kept firmly locked up in the back of his mind. So tightly that Albus has never found it. He was about to vent his anger on the final papers he students handed in before the last term ended.
He wasn't at it long before a timid knock sounded on his door. Normally he would leave the door open to catch the breeze that swept through the open Entrance Hall doors, but given his current mood it was best to leave it closed. So he didn't know who was on the other side and he never did figure out how Albus identified his guests. He stood and opened his door to find a very subdued Harry waiting in the hallway.
"What do you want?" Severus snarled, stepping aside to allow the younger teacher to enter.
"I wanted to apologize. It wasn't the best approach to get you to buckle," Harry said the moment the door shut.
"Really? Are you sure about that?" Severus snapped while pacing his office. His anger started to grow again at the reminder.
"I don't recall that incident ever happening. Did it?"
"No it wasn't a real memory. It was a dream I had. Didn't you know you can access the memory of a dream?"
"No, I didn't. My instructor never mentioned that and it's more likely that he didn't know."
"The next question is how are you going to make it up to me for using such an underhanded method?" Severus replied as an idea formed in his head.
"I haven't a clue, Severus." Harry looked at him suspiciously and when Severus smirked a look of dread crossed the younger man's face.
"I want to see one of your fantasies. Now!"
"As long as you agree to forgive me," Harry started as he stepped forward, and linked the fingers of one hand with Severus'. Trusting emerald eyes, sparkling with sincerity, met their onyx counterparts and locked with them. "You can see all of them if you like. You star in practically every one of them. My personal favorite is the one where I've got you tied to my bed, and you're begging me to fuck you, but feel free to take a look at whatever you like."
Harry grinned as he heard Severus' sharply indrawn breath. "What? You thought I'd object? I've been wanting you to plunder me for ages. I had rather intended on you plundering my body and not my mind, but this is good for starters."
Severus' mouth went dry when Harry described a portion of one of his fantasies. His groin stirred quickly and made his trousers very uncomfortable once again. He raised his wand in a shaky hand while Harry made himself comfortable in the chair in front of his desk. He muttered 'Legilimens' and found himself pulled into Harry's mind. The younger man's skills were phenomenal as he forced Severus' consciousness to where he wanted him to go. The image of Harry's fantasy ripped all ability to think from him.
The room was very, very familiar and a moan from the bed room caught his attention. Tied spread-eagled on the bed was himself. His cock was flushed a bright red colour and he fought against the bonds, but not to escape. He was trying to get closer to the lithe body sitting on the side of the bed. Dark, messy hair gave away the identity of the person, who then straddled his imprisoned body and began to make it sing. He was just as aroused as the dream generated version of him and when dream Harry's mouth descended onto his needy cock...
Severus ripped his consciousness away from that fantasy. He wanted to find a different one. He still didn't trust Harry's motives with that dream and went in search of another. He found one that suited his purposes.
He was hiding in the shadows as the room full of boys headed into the shower. Only one didn't enter with the rest and he was taking his time removing the Quidditch gear from his body. By the time he finished putting his gear into his locker all the rest of the boys were leaving the changing room admonishing the young man not to take too long.
Severus followed the young man, who foolishly left his wand in the locker, to the shower where he quickly stripped off his Quidditch uniform and stepped beneath the hot spray of water. Long limbs glistened as the water cascaded down the body. He wasn't tall, but he had a grace those his age never possessed. The young man washed as Severus watched and slowly the young man's cock began to fill. Severus' eyes were riveted to the hand that slowly began to stroke the now stiff flesh and nearly leapt out of his skin when the voice hissed his name. Worried that he was caught watching, Severus' eyes snapped up to the youth's face only to see his eyes closed as he pleasured himself. It was too much temptation to resist so Severus slowly stripped and joined the incubus beneath the spray. Green eyes snapped open as his hand closed over the one current stroking the engorged and damp cock....
Harry could feel his orgasm building, but at the last minute was able to control himself, gently nudging Severus from his mind. Still panting, he rose from the chair and stalked over to the chair Severus had collapsed in. The Potions Master's chest was heaving with the effort he was making to regulate his breathing, and any control he had gained was lost when Harry sunk into the chair straddling his lap.
Harry's lips closed over Severus' possessively, his tongue tangling with the older wizard's as both tried to gain dominance in the kiss. He felt strong hands settling on his hips, and broke the kiss, forcing himself to sit back on Severus' legs instead of grinding their erections together.
He leaned his forehead against Severus' and smiled. "We are such hardheaded wankers. If we weren't so bloody competitive we could be shagging right now."
Severus chuckled quietly and released a ragged breath. "Ah, but Potter, a challenge has been laid out and we must see it through."
Harry nodded, and after placing a gentle kiss on Severus' lips, he forced himself to climb out of the Potions Master's lap and away from not only the subject of his desire, but from a place where he felt warm and safe and protected. Shuddering a bit at the loss, Harry straightened his robes and crossed to the door. He was just about to leave when he turned and offered Severus a shy smile. "Just so you know, this isn't just a game for me anymore. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before in my life, and not just your body."
Harry didn't give Severus a chance to reply, just closed the door behind him and made his way from the dungeons.
~ TBC ~