Birthday Drabble
Title:: Tyrant
Rating:: R
Pairing:: Snape/Potter
Summary:: "Violent ties with hands like a steeple, tell me lies with a tongue like a needle." ~The Bravery~
Word Count:: About 330 at last count.
Disclaimer:: I own nothing.
A/N:: Written for kitty12488's birthday. She just wanted something and wanted it to be a surprise. So here it is. Happy Birthday dear!
“Why?”
“Because I can’t give you what you want?”
Harry laughed, bitterly and loudly, his fingers tangled in the mass of greasy hair. “What? You think you know what I want?”
“I know what you want to hear,” Snape replied unkindly. “I know what you want me to say to you and it kills you a little bit each time I don’t.”
“This bothers you,” Harry said.
“I didn’t say that,” Snape tried to defend.
Harry laughed again. “You didn’t have to. I know you better than you think. There’s a simple solution to that, you know.”
“Which would be?”
“Tell me the things I want to hear,” Harry said. He pulled Snape even closer, if that were possible. His tongue darted out and touched Snape’s bottom lip, just the way the older man liked it.
Snape shivered and involuntarily tightened his grip on Harry’s waist. “I can’t tell you those things, you stupid fool.”
“Why not?” Harry demanded. He nipped at Snape’s lip now but refused Snape’s attempt at a kiss.
“Because I don’t mean them. I would never mean such petty words as I love you.”
Harry shook his head and smiled. “So lie to me,” he said.
Snape blinked. “You are a sadistic freak,” he whispered.
“You are a horrible tyrant who makes me want to die every time you touch me,” Harry spat back.
Snape grabbed the back of Harry’s head roughly and forced a kiss upon him. Harry fought back, but only for a moment. Their tongues tangled, naked bodies pressed hard against one another.
Harry pulled back, gasping for air and managed to beg, “Lie to me!”
Snape rolled Harry onto his back, his fingers digging into his shoulders so deeply there were sure to be bruises the next day. His thin, wet tongue slid in and out of Harry’s mouth and as it did he whispered, “Harry…”
Harry moaned and bucked his hips wildly.
Snape kissed Harry again and said, “I love you.”
Rating:: R
Pairing:: Snape/Potter
Summary:: "Violent ties with hands like a steeple, tell me lies with a tongue like a needle." ~The Bravery~
Word Count:: About 330 at last count.
Disclaimer:: I own nothing.
A/N:: Written for kitty12488's birthday. She just wanted something and wanted it to be a surprise. So here it is. Happy Birthday dear!
“Why?”
“Because I can’t give you what you want?”
Harry laughed, bitterly and loudly, his fingers tangled in the mass of greasy hair. “What? You think you know what I want?”
“I know what you want to hear,” Snape replied unkindly. “I know what you want me to say to you and it kills you a little bit each time I don’t.”
“This bothers you,” Harry said.
“I didn’t say that,” Snape tried to defend.
Harry laughed again. “You didn’t have to. I know you better than you think. There’s a simple solution to that, you know.”
“Which would be?”
“Tell me the things I want to hear,” Harry said. He pulled Snape even closer, if that were possible. His tongue darted out and touched Snape’s bottom lip, just the way the older man liked it.
Snape shivered and involuntarily tightened his grip on Harry’s waist. “I can’t tell you those things, you stupid fool.”
“Why not?” Harry demanded. He nipped at Snape’s lip now but refused Snape’s attempt at a kiss.
“Because I don’t mean them. I would never mean such petty words as I love you.”
Harry shook his head and smiled. “So lie to me,” he said.
Snape blinked. “You are a sadistic freak,” he whispered.
“You are a horrible tyrant who makes me want to die every time you touch me,” Harry spat back.
Snape grabbed the back of Harry’s head roughly and forced a kiss upon him. Harry fought back, but only for a moment. Their tongues tangled, naked bodies pressed hard against one another.
Harry pulled back, gasping for air and managed to beg, “Lie to me!”
Snape rolled Harry onto his back, his fingers digging into his shoulders so deeply there were sure to be bruises the next day. His thin, wet tongue slid in and out of Harry’s mouth and as it did he whispered, “Harry…”
Harry moaned and bucked his hips wildly.
Snape kissed Harry again and said, “I love you.”