End of Obsession, Chapter 27
Title: The End of Obsession, Ch. 27
Author: juwel_fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2280 words this chapter
Pairings/characters: Severus/Harry (main), also Severus/Lucius, Severus/Draco, past Voldemort/Severus and Voldemort/Lucius, hints of Draco/Harry
Summary: Snape has always been obsessed. Now that the war is over, it's time to get over that little obsession. In his path he finds it's not only Harry who has need of his . . . talents.
Warnings: dub con, bdsm, past abuse and rape, biting, blood, collars, breathplay, cutting, rimming.
Author's notes: Yes, I'm still trying to slowly plug away at this! And I've decided to just let the characters do as they will. So while it may be mostly Snarry, there may be a threesome scene at some point. The relationship will still remain mainly Snarry.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fiction are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this and no trademark infringement is intended. This is purely for your reading pleasure.
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
It was all too much for Harry. Granted, he'd had quite a few things happen in the last couple days--figuring out that he was bent, that Snape was alive, that sex with his old potions professor was brilliant. But this--Lucius--Voldemort--the whole pain and submission thing . . . it was more than he wanted to know about. He just wanted Severus's arms around him, just wanted to be, and be left alone--but not alone. Just to hide away in this house with Severus, and the rest of the world be damned.
He just wanted to heal.
"I need-" Harry tried to say, but the words couldn't come past the lump in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Severus tightly, clinging to him. The problem was, he didn't even truly know what he needed. Except for Severus. He needed him, and that was still such an odd thing, needing someone whom he had hated before, who had been so cruel to him. It didn't matter. It felt right.
"Shh," Severus said, raising one hand to comb his fingers through Harry's hair. Soothing. Gentle. Harry had never known he could be that way, and yet he had demonstrated it, from the night when he had snatched the letter opener from Harry's hand.
Harry let his head fall back,shivering at the touch. "Show me," he said, and then decided he'd better be more specific. "Show me what you do . . . you know. To others." The things they had been skirting with since their very first time. Pain with pleasure. Bondage. Domination.
After all, how could he possible make any decisions about where their relationship was going without more information?
Severus made a low hungry sound, his hands moving lower to push against the small of Harry's back, pressing the two of them together. Harry moaned. Was it normal to be so aroused so quickly? He wanted Severus naked, above him, pounding into him.
"I want . . ." Harry said, and felt himself blushing, afraid to say the words. It seemed so wrong. And yet, he couldn't seem to help himself. "I want to be bound, tied up. I want to know more about the pain." A pain of the body might help alleviate the pain in his heart, the grieving. He still didn't feel like he deserved to be living and breathing. He didn't deserve the hot rush of pleasure even talking about this brought to him. He looked up into Severus's face, but as usual, the man's face gave away nothing. "Something sharp." He couldn't explain what he wanted better than that.
Severus studied him for a moment, black eyes glittering, revealing nothing. Harry considered opening his mouth, taking things back, but he couldn't. Even now, his body was crying out to be touched, used, even abused. He rubbed up against Severus and felt the hard evidence of the other man's interest. At last, Severus replied. "Go upstairs. Undress completely, and lie down on the bed, on your stomach, arms over your head. Hurry, boy." The way he said 'boy' reminded Harry in some ways of the order Severus used to give in class . . . only not. There was something different there, something dark and sexy. Swallowing, Harry pulled away.
He wasted no time in climbing up the stairs and taking off his clothing, pausing only to pull the coverlet off of the bed before he stretched out on it, lying on his stomach. His erection was pressed into the bed, aching sweetly. Behind him, Harry could hear the soft whisper of Severus's shoes against the floor as the man entered the room. Belatedly, Harry stretched out his arms above him, his cheek pressed against the mattress.
Harry heard Severus take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Do you have any idea how delicious you look . . ." Severus murmured, and Harry could hear something rustling--fabric, he believed. He jumped a little at the feel of a warm hand, gliding up his leg, over his buttock. It made his cock twitch.
It was doubtful that Severus wanted a response, so Harry remained silent, but he couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as Severus's hands moved over his arse, down to fondle his balls. Unconsciously, Harry widened his legs, allowing more access. Severus suddenly squeezed hard on the base of Harry's cock, painfully. Harry bit his lip, but he knew what Severus was doing. Already he felt perilously close to losing control. The squeeze helped push that feeling back.
Out of the corner of hsi eye, Harry saw Severus take something out of his pocket. Then he felt cool leather being wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, tightly constricting. He groaned; the restriction of bloodflow only exacerbated the ache. Severus chuckled. "Your first makeshift cockring. Wait until I put you in a heavy steel one."
"They make these in steel?" Harry asked, gasping at the sensation. He liked it. He really liked it. "Am I just a sick fuck, or what? This . . . " He didn't know how to talk about things like this. Sex. Desire. "Want more," he finished, hoping that Severus would understand what he was trying to say.
"Oh, you'll get more. Personally, I enjoy being a 'sick fuck,' as you say, so I wouldn't worry about that. Others simply do not know what they are missing." Severus's words were calming, particularly with that insufferable confidence the man had always possessed. Harry's head was turned towards his night side table; thus he was able to see as Severus picked up his letter opener, the one he had tried to slash his wrists with. Severus brought the instrument over, lightly touching the cool metal to Harry's skin. He shivered once, hard.
“So you enjoy the sensation of sharp instruments, being cut . . .” Severus whispered, drawing little lines with the tip of the blade, not pressing in enough to break skin, but oh, the sensations! Harry had never dreamed such a little thing, such a tiny point of contact could feel so intense. He moaned and nodded.
“I’m not going to cut you with this-not today, at least,” Severus continued, even as he pressed the edge in just a little harder, teasing Harry with it. “I think it would not look well for you to be covered in scars if they should happen to question us further about our activities.”
That was disapointing, Harry thought. He sighed as Severus set down the letter opener and picked up his wand. “I reckon you’re right about that.”
His breath stilled as Harry felt the tip of Severus’s wand brush his shoulder. Severus spoke near to his ear. “There are still options, where magic is concerned. I do plan to cut you-but the cuts will only last for a few seconds, before healing up again. A little modification from my original Sectumsempra spell.”
Harry received no more warning, before he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his back. It felt just like a knife was slicing into his skin. He hissed, arching, fisting the sheets beneath him as the pain rolled over him. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, just as it started to overwhelm him, it was fading again. He could feel the skin healing, and he knew that there would be no mark, just as Severus had promised. But he could still feel a trick of blood that had escaped, dripping down his spine. “Ohh,” he said, in wonder. It was just the pain that he had needed.
“I thought you might like that,” Severus said in a silken voice. There was a long pause, and Harry could hear the rustling of fabric. He hoped it was Severus removing his clothes. His hopes were confirmed as there was a pressure on the bed, and then he could feel skin against skin, as Severus lied down next to him, raised on one elbow. “Another?” Severus asked. Harry had a feeling that Severus already knew what the answer would be.
“Please . . . Sir,” Harry whispered. His body felt lethargic, peaceful, even. He groaned as another line of pain flared up on the other side of his back, again gradually fading away. He longed to reach underneath himself, take his cock in hand and stroke himself off, but he remained still-well, except for his hips. He sucked in a breath when Severus gave him a light spank.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you,” Severus said. Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“One more,” Severus promised, bending over to brush his lips over the spot he had cut. Harry felt something warm and wet slide over his skin-Severus’s tongue, he realized, tasting his blood. He ground his hips against the mattress,unable to keep still.
“One more,” Harry agreed, breathlessly. “Then, please . . . fuck me?”
He gasped as Severus bit down on the skin of his shoulder, uttering a low growl. “Don’t presume to demand me,” he said in a low voice near Harry’s ear. Harry swallowed hard. “But . . . yes. Definitely.”
Harry felt air against his back again, then the sharp sting of knife. It felt so real! But again, after too short a pause, the pain faded, as his skin mended itself under Severus’s spell. Harry bit his cheek in frustration. “I wish you could use a real knife,” he whispered, as Severus began cleaning the drops of blood off his back.
He heard the rustling of fabric as Severus removed the rest of his clothing. “Perhaps someday, when things have settled and you and I are not under such scrutiny.” He cilmbed onto the bed and pressed himself up against Harry, nipping at the other shoulder this time. “Spread your legs just a little wider. Boy.”
Groaning, Harry complied, biting his lip as he felt Severus’s cock brushing against his inner thigh. He pushed back instinctively as he felt a finger pressing inward, and it was as if his body had a mind of its own; he found himself squirming, trying to press back against the invasion, trying to achieve more skin to skin contact. He was in a state of extreme arousal.
Thankfully, Severus seemed beyond teasing him. A few whispered words, and there was the slick feel of Severus’s fingers inside him, easing him open and spreading lubricant. Harry closed his eyes, focusing on that just to keep from losing control.
He knew more of what to expect this time, but just the same, Harry jerked a little at the first thrust, reminding himself to stay open and relaxed. There was the burn of skin pulled taut, the ache, but with the sound of Severus’s harsh breath at his shoulder, even those small discomforts seemed to turn into something pleasurable. He groaned. Submissive, Severus had called him. Masochist. He was starting to realize how much the terms fit.
Severus had paused at that little jerk, but when Harry made no protest, he drew a little out and then pushed in again. This time, Harry moaned, feeling the pleasure rippling through him. “Yes,” he begged, nodding his head, wanting more.
It was just as good as the first time, if not even more so, thanks to the earlier pain, and the anticipation. Harry grunted and rocked back into each thrust, just concentrating on the feeling of Severus’s cock, impaling him over and over. Hot shivers went through him, and he remembered suddently that he was supposed to ask before coming. With difficulty, he forced himself to speak. “Getting close . . . want to come-please?” Severus seemed to keep hitting a spot inside him that made things difficult to think. He could taste his orgasm, it was so near. Only the tight band around his cock held things in check.
“No,” Severus said. Harry whimpered in consternation, but then Severus’s hand was there, wrapped tight around the base of his cock, removing the band but then holding back things as he continued to thrust into him. “You’re going to wait for me this time. It’ll be worth it, I promise,” Severus murmured, and Harry nodded, biting his cheek. It would be very good, he had a feeling.
With that, Severus pulled back further, and slammed in hard, his hand maintaining a tight grip on Harry’s cock. Harry cried out, as Severus repeated the movement, grunting. Long hard thrusts, one after another, until Harry was sure that he couldn’t possibly hold back any longer,the fire in his arse a new kind of pain, a welcome one.
Finally, Severus let out a small sound, a tortured one, stiffening as he began to come inside Harry’s arse. He gripped Harry hard through the orgasm, and then abruptly, before Harry could even think to start begging, Severus began jerking him off, hard and fast.
The force of his own climax was like a freight train. Harry cried out, arse muscles clenching around Severus’s length even as the hot pleasure shot through his cock, eclipsign everything. He found himself panting afterwards, lying supported by Severus’s arms.
“Wow,” Harry finally said. It seemed so inadequate.
Severus made a low sound, almost a purr. “Now you see why I don’t do casual relationships.” He flicked his wand, and Harry felt the stickiness between his thighs vanish. It was just as well; he could barely keep his eyes open. He wasn’t sure if it was the sex, or all the pain he’d released earlier, during the cutting. All he knew was that right now, in Severus’s arms, he felt totally at peace.
Safe.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Author: juwel_fic
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2280 words this chapter
Pairings/characters: Severus/Harry (main), also Severus/Lucius, Severus/Draco, past Voldemort/Severus and Voldemort/Lucius, hints of Draco/Harry
Summary: Snape has always been obsessed. Now that the war is over, it's time to get over that little obsession. In his path he finds it's not only Harry who has need of his . . . talents.
Warnings: dub con, bdsm, past abuse and rape, biting, blood, collars, breathplay, cutting, rimming.
Author's notes: Yes, I'm still trying to slowly plug away at this! And I've decided to just let the characters do as they will. So while it may be mostly Snarry, there may be a threesome scene at some point. The relationship will still remain mainly Snarry.
Disclaimer: The characters in this fiction are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this and no trademark infringement is intended. This is purely for your reading pleasure.
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
It was all too much for Harry. Granted, he'd had quite a few things happen in the last couple days--figuring out that he was bent, that Snape was alive, that sex with his old potions professor was brilliant. But this--Lucius--Voldemort--the whole pain and submission thing . . . it was more than he wanted to know about. He just wanted Severus's arms around him, just wanted to be, and be left alone--but not alone. Just to hide away in this house with Severus, and the rest of the world be damned.
He just wanted to heal.
"I need-" Harry tried to say, but the words couldn't come past the lump in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Severus tightly, clinging to him. The problem was, he didn't even truly know what he needed. Except for Severus. He needed him, and that was still such an odd thing, needing someone whom he had hated before, who had been so cruel to him. It didn't matter. It felt right.
"Shh," Severus said, raising one hand to comb his fingers through Harry's hair. Soothing. Gentle. Harry had never known he could be that way, and yet he had demonstrated it, from the night when he had snatched the letter opener from Harry's hand.
Harry let his head fall back,shivering at the touch. "Show me," he said, and then decided he'd better be more specific. "Show me what you do . . . you know. To others." The things they had been skirting with since their very first time. Pain with pleasure. Bondage. Domination.
After all, how could he possible make any decisions about where their relationship was going without more information?
Severus made a low hungry sound, his hands moving lower to push against the small of Harry's back, pressing the two of them together. Harry moaned. Was it normal to be so aroused so quickly? He wanted Severus naked, above him, pounding into him.
"I want . . ." Harry said, and felt himself blushing, afraid to say the words. It seemed so wrong. And yet, he couldn't seem to help himself. "I want to be bound, tied up. I want to know more about the pain." A pain of the body might help alleviate the pain in his heart, the grieving. He still didn't feel like he deserved to be living and breathing. He didn't deserve the hot rush of pleasure even talking about this brought to him. He looked up into Severus's face, but as usual, the man's face gave away nothing. "Something sharp." He couldn't explain what he wanted better than that.
Severus studied him for a moment, black eyes glittering, revealing nothing. Harry considered opening his mouth, taking things back, but he couldn't. Even now, his body was crying out to be touched, used, even abused. He rubbed up against Severus and felt the hard evidence of the other man's interest. At last, Severus replied. "Go upstairs. Undress completely, and lie down on the bed, on your stomach, arms over your head. Hurry, boy." The way he said 'boy' reminded Harry in some ways of the order Severus used to give in class . . . only not. There was something different there, something dark and sexy. Swallowing, Harry pulled away.
He wasted no time in climbing up the stairs and taking off his clothing, pausing only to pull the coverlet off of the bed before he stretched out on it, lying on his stomach. His erection was pressed into the bed, aching sweetly. Behind him, Harry could hear the soft whisper of Severus's shoes against the floor as the man entered the room. Belatedly, Harry stretched out his arms above him, his cheek pressed against the mattress.
Harry heard Severus take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Do you have any idea how delicious you look . . ." Severus murmured, and Harry could hear something rustling--fabric, he believed. He jumped a little at the feel of a warm hand, gliding up his leg, over his buttock. It made his cock twitch.
It was doubtful that Severus wanted a response, so Harry remained silent, but he couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as Severus's hands moved over his arse, down to fondle his balls. Unconsciously, Harry widened his legs, allowing more access. Severus suddenly squeezed hard on the base of Harry's cock, painfully. Harry bit his lip, but he knew what Severus was doing. Already he felt perilously close to losing control. The squeeze helped push that feeling back.
Out of the corner of hsi eye, Harry saw Severus take something out of his pocket. Then he felt cool leather being wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, tightly constricting. He groaned; the restriction of bloodflow only exacerbated the ache. Severus chuckled. "Your first makeshift cockring. Wait until I put you in a heavy steel one."
"They make these in steel?" Harry asked, gasping at the sensation. He liked it. He really liked it. "Am I just a sick fuck, or what? This . . . " He didn't know how to talk about things like this. Sex. Desire. "Want more," he finished, hoping that Severus would understand what he was trying to say.
"Oh, you'll get more. Personally, I enjoy being a 'sick fuck,' as you say, so I wouldn't worry about that. Others simply do not know what they are missing." Severus's words were calming, particularly with that insufferable confidence the man had always possessed. Harry's head was turned towards his night side table; thus he was able to see as Severus picked up his letter opener, the one he had tried to slash his wrists with. Severus brought the instrument over, lightly touching the cool metal to Harry's skin. He shivered once, hard.
“So you enjoy the sensation of sharp instruments, being cut . . .” Severus whispered, drawing little lines with the tip of the blade, not pressing in enough to break skin, but oh, the sensations! Harry had never dreamed such a little thing, such a tiny point of contact could feel so intense. He moaned and nodded.
“I’m not going to cut you with this-not today, at least,” Severus continued, even as he pressed the edge in just a little harder, teasing Harry with it. “I think it would not look well for you to be covered in scars if they should happen to question us further about our activities.”
That was disapointing, Harry thought. He sighed as Severus set down the letter opener and picked up his wand. “I reckon you’re right about that.”
His breath stilled as Harry felt the tip of Severus’s wand brush his shoulder. Severus spoke near to his ear. “There are still options, where magic is concerned. I do plan to cut you-but the cuts will only last for a few seconds, before healing up again. A little modification from my original Sectumsempra spell.”
Harry received no more warning, before he felt a sharp pain in the middle of his back. It felt just like a knife was slicing into his skin. He hissed, arching, fisting the sheets beneath him as the pain rolled over him. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, just as it started to overwhelm him, it was fading again. He could feel the skin healing, and he knew that there would be no mark, just as Severus had promised. But he could still feel a trick of blood that had escaped, dripping down his spine. “Ohh,” he said, in wonder. It was just the pain that he had needed.
“I thought you might like that,” Severus said in a silken voice. There was a long pause, and Harry could hear the rustling of fabric. He hoped it was Severus removing his clothes. His hopes were confirmed as there was a pressure on the bed, and then he could feel skin against skin, as Severus lied down next to him, raised on one elbow. “Another?” Severus asked. Harry had a feeling that Severus already knew what the answer would be.
“Please . . . Sir,” Harry whispered. His body felt lethargic, peaceful, even. He groaned as another line of pain flared up on the other side of his back, again gradually fading away. He longed to reach underneath himself, take his cock in hand and stroke himself off, but he remained still-well, except for his hips. He sucked in a breath when Severus gave him a light spank.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you,” Severus said. Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“One more,” Severus promised, bending over to brush his lips over the spot he had cut. Harry felt something warm and wet slide over his skin-Severus’s tongue, he realized, tasting his blood. He ground his hips against the mattress,unable to keep still.
“One more,” Harry agreed, breathlessly. “Then, please . . . fuck me?”
He gasped as Severus bit down on the skin of his shoulder, uttering a low growl. “Don’t presume to demand me,” he said in a low voice near Harry’s ear. Harry swallowed hard. “But . . . yes. Definitely.”
Harry felt air against his back again, then the sharp sting of knife. It felt so real! But again, after too short a pause, the pain faded, as his skin mended itself under Severus’s spell. Harry bit his cheek in frustration. “I wish you could use a real knife,” he whispered, as Severus began cleaning the drops of blood off his back.
He heard the rustling of fabric as Severus removed the rest of his clothing. “Perhaps someday, when things have settled and you and I are not under such scrutiny.” He cilmbed onto the bed and pressed himself up against Harry, nipping at the other shoulder this time. “Spread your legs just a little wider. Boy.”
Groaning, Harry complied, biting his lip as he felt Severus’s cock brushing against his inner thigh. He pushed back instinctively as he felt a finger pressing inward, and it was as if his body had a mind of its own; he found himself squirming, trying to press back against the invasion, trying to achieve more skin to skin contact. He was in a state of extreme arousal.
Thankfully, Severus seemed beyond teasing him. A few whispered words, and there was the slick feel of Severus’s fingers inside him, easing him open and spreading lubricant. Harry closed his eyes, focusing on that just to keep from losing control.
He knew more of what to expect this time, but just the same, Harry jerked a little at the first thrust, reminding himself to stay open and relaxed. There was the burn of skin pulled taut, the ache, but with the sound of Severus’s harsh breath at his shoulder, even those small discomforts seemed to turn into something pleasurable. He groaned. Submissive, Severus had called him. Masochist. He was starting to realize how much the terms fit.
Severus had paused at that little jerk, but when Harry made no protest, he drew a little out and then pushed in again. This time, Harry moaned, feeling the pleasure rippling through him. “Yes,” he begged, nodding his head, wanting more.
It was just as good as the first time, if not even more so, thanks to the earlier pain, and the anticipation. Harry grunted and rocked back into each thrust, just concentrating on the feeling of Severus’s cock, impaling him over and over. Hot shivers went through him, and he remembered suddently that he was supposed to ask before coming. With difficulty, he forced himself to speak. “Getting close . . . want to come-please?” Severus seemed to keep hitting a spot inside him that made things difficult to think. He could taste his orgasm, it was so near. Only the tight band around his cock held things in check.
“No,” Severus said. Harry whimpered in consternation, but then Severus’s hand was there, wrapped tight around the base of his cock, removing the band but then holding back things as he continued to thrust into him. “You’re going to wait for me this time. It’ll be worth it, I promise,” Severus murmured, and Harry nodded, biting his cheek. It would be very good, he had a feeling.
With that, Severus pulled back further, and slammed in hard, his hand maintaining a tight grip on Harry’s cock. Harry cried out, as Severus repeated the movement, grunting. Long hard thrusts, one after another, until Harry was sure that he couldn’t possibly hold back any longer,the fire in his arse a new kind of pain, a welcome one.
Finally, Severus let out a small sound, a tortured one, stiffening as he began to come inside Harry’s arse. He gripped Harry hard through the orgasm, and then abruptly, before Harry could even think to start begging, Severus began jerking him off, hard and fast.
The force of his own climax was like a freight train. Harry cried out, arse muscles clenching around Severus’s length even as the hot pleasure shot through his cock, eclipsign everything. He found himself panting afterwards, lying supported by Severus’s arms.
“Wow,” Harry finally said. It seemed so inadequate.
Severus made a low sound, almost a purr. “Now you see why I don’t do casual relationships.” He flicked his wand, and Harry felt the stickiness between his thighs vanish. It was just as well; he could barely keep his eyes open. He wasn’t sure if it was the sex, or all the pain he’d released earlier, during the cutting. All he knew was that right now, in Severus’s arms, he felt totally at peace.
Safe.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight