Tear it all Away 25/25 Title: Tear it all Away 25/25 Author: Eriador117 Pairing: Severus/Harry Rating: NC-17 overall Summary: Harry Potter, the young Earl of Godric's Hollow saw his parents murdered before he was abducted himself. He lives for one thing and one thing only: vengeance. Contents & Warnings: Chan, violence, non-con, torture, religious imagery, crossdressing. A/N: Inspired by the anime and manga Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. Could be considered a fusion with HP, but it will not necessarily follow either storyline exactly. Yana Toboso owns Black Butler and JK Rowling Harry Potter. No money is made from these stories. Just for fun, not for profit.
Thanks to everyone who kept reading despite my erratic updates :)
Harry didn't know half the people who'd been at his birthday party. Most were friends or acquaintances of his Aunt Jane. Mingling, Harry made polite conversation with them all, but his mind was elsewhere, more precisely on his bedroom where he wished he was right now with Severus. But he smiled in all the right places, said his thank-yous after his presents were opened and admired by the assembled guests. Then it was time for the early supper, cutting the birthday cake and then everyone moved into the ballroom for the remainder of the evening's entertainment.
A string quartet sat in one corner of the room, playing waltzes and foxtrots. Harry still didn't feel he was a very proficient dancer and he smiled as he remembered Severus trying to teach him before they went to the Malfoy house. What was strange was that his Aunt Jane hadn't invited any single, eligible women to throw in Harry's path. They were all older matrons like his aunt, or the ones that were younger and already had husbands.
Harry and Hermione were sitting down on a set of chairs by the wall, watching the other dancers after dancing together themselves. "I'm surprised Aunt Jane hasn't invited every spinster in the county to try and get me hitched at long last."
"Well she won't be doing that any longer, will she?" asked Hermione, as she sipped at her fruit punch.
"Why ever not?"
"Because she knows your interests don't lie that way." Hermione blushed and brushed at her gown, although there was no fluff to remove.
"What do you mean?"
"Harry, you're not interested in women. It's pretty obvious, but you'll have to be so careful. I don't know what I'd do if you ever got arrested!"
"So you both know?" Harry asked, feeling his heart flutter like a trapped bird against his ribs.
"It's more common than you might think, or so Mother told me. A confirmed bachelor living with his valet or butler as his companion is not remarked upon. People know it goes on, but as long as it isn't flaunted in their faces, there will be no reports to the authorities. Things are a bit more relaxed in Europe, I hear, so you and Severus should have a lovely time."
Harry choked on his fruit punch. "You know? About me and Severus?"
"I've known for a while, Harry. I've seen the way you look at each other when you think no one else can see. You both look as if the other is the sun, the moon and stars combined."
"Severus looks like that at me?" Now, that did surprise Harry. Severus rarely mentioned love and when he did, it was part of something else. I love the way you taste. I love the way you smile. But rarely had Severus professed any </i>I love yous</i>.
"He does. He's madly in love with you, Harry and I hope the two of you are very happy together. It's such a pity you can't marry each other, silly stupid laws. Any two people in love should be able to get married."
"You don't disapprove?" Harry arched his eyebrow at her. While not exactly prudish, he thought Hermione would have been one to obey the law and not exhort Harry to break it.
"Of course not. I'm just worried about your safety. Not everyone is open-minded. Just promise me you'll be careful not to give yourselves away."
"We'll try our best, Hermione." Harry reached across the chairs and squeezed her in a hug. "You don't know how much this means to me."
Severus wandered the party, making sure that every guest was attended to, that they had sufficient food and drinks, but his eyes never strayed far from his young master. Harry looked every inch the young nobleman tonight and Severus stifled a smirk; of course he did, Severus had made sure of that by picking his outfit like he always did. Tonight, Harry was wearing a dark blue suit of crushed velvet, setting off the sliver waistcoat and cravat. Severus could hardly tear his eyes away. Harry looked good enough to eat and Severus smiled to himself. Later, Severus would get to taste him and he wished the party would hurry up and wind down. The guests, however, seemed in no hurry to leave.
Severus watched as Harry danced with his cousin and a few of the older matrons, he even partnered his Aunt Jane at one stage. He shook his head smiling, noting that Harry still wasn't a proficient dancer and stepped on his partner's toes more than once. The women all smiled at his blushing apologies, their faces flushed from too much champagne, or perhaps it was because they had been dancing in the arms of a handsome young man, even though nothing else would come of it. Propriety had to be observed, in public at least.
But at long last, the grandfather clock in the hall chimed midnight and then people were waiting for their cloaks and hats, saying their thank-yous to Aunt Jane and Harry himself. Severus and the Weasleys sorted out everyone's belongings in short order and Severus saw each guest to the front door and helped those who needed it into their carriages, whether they were inebriated from the party or infirm due to age.
Harry waved at his departing guests and as the last carriage rounded the driveway, he glanced at Severus, looking up from lowered lashes. "I think I shall have a bath before bed, Severus."
"Very well, my lord. I shall attend to you shortly."
Harry was already undressed and bathing himself before Severus appeared in the bathroom. Severus stared at him with such heat that Harry felt warmer than the bath water.
"Starting without me, my lord? You know one of my duties is to clean you thoroughly." Severus knelt down by the side of the bath and removed the sponge from Harry's hand. He dropped it on the floor, before tugging his gloves off with his teeth. Harry's breath hitched. There was something so erotic about Severus' gloves; Harry had always been enamoured of them and he watched avidly while Severus removed them. Severus lifted the bar of lavender soap and rubbed it between his hands until it had a lather. "Turn around," said Severus and Harry wasted no time in obeying that command.
Once he was facing the other way, Severus began to wash his neck and back with the bar of soap. Soon though, he dropped the soap and continued with just his hands. Harry's cock hardened in the water, both at what Severus was doing to him and with anticipation of what else might happen tonight. Tonight, they wouldn't need to hold back. Severus would fully claim him, finally. Harry felt that they'd had years of foreplay and he was ready for much more. More than ready. Nervous too, if he was being completely honest.
"Severus." Harry angled his head. "Will it hurt? You know when you – when you take me?"
"I will not lie to you, Harry. There will be some pain, but I intend to prepare you well so that the pain will be minimal.
"Prepare me? How?"
"With fingers, lips and tongue."
With tongue? Dear Lord, did Severus mean what Harry thought he meant? That he would put his tongue there? Harry had never imagined such a thing. Had never dreamt that such a thing even existed. His whole body flushed and his cock jerked against his abdomen at just the thought.
"I – I think I'm done with the bath, now," said Harry, his voice a hoarse rasp.
"Very well, my lord." Severus leant over the bath and scooped Harry up in his arms. Harry clung to his neck, his heart thudding erratically against his ribcage, his cock standing to attention like a flag pole. Severus saw and smirked. Harry blushed and hid his head against Severus' shoulder. Harry was sill wet from the bath, but Severus didn't seem to mind if his clothes got wet.
They reached the bedroom and Harry saw that fresh white towels were laid out on the covers of his four-poster bed. Severus set him down upon one and began to dry him. No, that wasn't quite right. Severus caressed him with the towels. This was no mere perfunctory drying of skin. Severus wielded the towels like instruments of seduction and Harry was soon lost in a haze of sensation.
Severus started with drying his feet, running the towel along the sole and between each toe individually. Normally Harry's feet were so ticklish that he couldn't bear anything near them for any length of time. But not tonight, not when he was aroused. The sensation was different when he was aroused.
Once Harry's feet were dry to Severus' satisfaction, he trailed the towels up and down Harry's lower legs and thighs. Harry widened his legs without thought, but Severus ventured nowhere near his groin and erect cock. Not yet. Harry was being teased almost beyond endurance. His balls were heavy and aching between his legs and his cock was so hard it was standing almost vertical to his body.
"Please! Oh, please!" Harry begged, clutching at the bedclothes beneath him.
"Is there something I can help you with, young master?" Severus' eyes glinted red as he smirked down at his charge.
"Touch me," Harry pleaded.
"I am touching you," Severus pointed out as he caressed Harry's chest with the towel.
"Not like that. You know what I mean!" Oh, Severus could be so aggravating sometimes.
Severus dropped the towel on the floor and caressed Harry's chest with his bare hands, tweaking Harry's nipples until they stood up in little peaks. "Is this better, my lord?"
Harry nodded, beyond breath for words at the moment. Severus teased him for a little longer, twisting and pulling on his nipples, skating his fingers down Harry's sides to his hips, but venturing nowhere near his cock. Precome dripped in a steady stream onto his abdomen and Harry felt sure he might come from this stimulation alone, without even his cock being touched. He felt so on edge already.
"Please, Severus," Harry whimpered, tossing his head from side to side on the pillow.
"Very well, young master. Turn over."
Harry scrambled to turn over and lay flat on his stomach. He hissed when his cock came into contact with the mattress and bed coverings; so much pressure just where he needed it. Harry felt the bed dip as Severus settled between his legs and kneaded his buttocks with firm strokes.
"Your skin is so smooth here, you're like a peach," said Severus hoarsely. "And only I get to see it, get to touch it."
"Only you, Severus. I'm yours," said Harry, knowing how possessive Severus was.
"And I am yours," replied Severus. Harry felt Severus shift on the bed behind him and then he felt a soft breath across the crease of his arse. He gasped in anticipation. Was Severus really going to do that? Lick that most secret part of him? Harry widened his legs, almost an invitation for Severus to do just that.
Severus kissed each thigh, kissed each buttock before he licked from Harry's tailbone right down to his sac. "Ahh!" Harry groaned and arched up from the bed. Severus licked him gently for a few more moments, before he plunged his tongue right inside Harry's hole and swirled it around his inner walls. God, it felt so good! Harry didn't know what he wanted to do first; arch up onto that tongue or press down onto the bed. In the end he tried to do both, bucking his body this way and that as he tried to reach completion.
"Severus! I'm going to come!" Harry wailed desperately and then whined with disappointment when Severus removed his tongue and pressed down hard on the base of Harry's cock, thwarting Harry's orgasm.
"Sorry, young master, but you need to come when I am inside you. When my cock is inside you," Severus clarified. "The magic takes better that way." Severus lifted Harry by the hips and turned him over on the bed.
"We must say the ritual words first and then I will claim you as my mate for eternity, if that is still what you wish?"
"Of course it is," said Harry. "I haven't changed my mind, Severus. I still want this, want you."
"Very well. Do you Harry James Potter agree willingly to become my chosen mate? Do you willingly give me your heart, your soul, your life?"
"I do, Severus. All of it is yours."
Severus' eyes glowed red with power. "Then I accept that which is willingly given. I accept Harry James Potter as my chosen mate forevermore." Severus scratched his wrist and a ribbon of scarlet blood dripped from it. He held his wrist to Harry's mouth. "Accept my blood as our bargain. I will shed my life for you, I will protect you always."
Harry licked the few drops of blood, it tasted tangy and sweet, but he was glad he only had to drink those few drops. Once he'd finished drinking a blue mist settled over both of them before dissipating. "It is done, our bargain is struck. Now, where were we?" asked Severus with a feral grin before leaning down and kissing Harry passionately.
Severus kissed him for a while, before Harry felt Severus' finger press against him, the finger slick with lubrication. Had Severus used some sort of spell for it? For Severus hadn't seemed to reach for anything. It didn't hurt, Harry was already so open and wet from Severus' kisses, but it felt a bit strange. Severus added another finger, two, then three and stretched Harry while he still kissed him.
There was a slight burn with three fingers, but the more Severus stretched him, the more Harry liked it. Then Severus' fingers found something that had Harry arching off the bed and gasping into Severus' mouth. Harry pulled his mouth away from their kissing and looked deep into Severus' eyes.
"Do that again," Harry demanded, and it was a demand.
Severus laughed, low in his throat. "Such a demanding young master I have. Very well." Severus pressed again on that place inside him and Harry let out a soft groan. "I didn't know it would feel so good to have something inside me like that."
"That's the idea," said Severus. "Are you ready for more?"
Harry nodded, glancing longingly at Severus' cock. When had Severus taken his clothes off? It must have been another spell. How different would that thick cock feel compared to delicate fingers? Harry was more than ready to find out. Severus tugged one of the pillows down from the head of the bed and shifted it to place it beneath Harry's hips, lifting his arse that little bit more. Harry blushed, feeling so open displayed like that. Severus was looking at him with such want in his eyes, such hunger and knowing that freed something inside Harry. He felt desirable.
"Please, Severus! Do it!"
"As you wish, my lord," said Severus and this time Harry caught sight of the lubricant that had appeared in Severus' hands, which he slicked over his erection, hissing as he did so. "Tell me if I hurt you." That was all the warning Harry got before Severus pulled his hips wide and pressed his cock against his entrance. Severus took his time, pressing in an inch at a time, as if allowing Harry to get used to the sensation.
Inch by glorious inch, Harry was filled with Severus' thick cock. He mewled and whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath him, his heart beating an erratic rhythm against his chest. He'd never felt this connected to anyone before and he was heady with desire. Soon, Harry could feel Severus' sac right up against his arse and thighs, but Severus wasn't moving. He gazed down at Harry, a smile on his face. "So beautiful, my Harry," he said, his voice a harsh rasp.
"Please, Severus! You can move!"
"As you wish," replied Severus, pushing on Harry's thighs, pushing them up towards his chest so that Harry was almost bent in half.
Harry had expected it to hurt a little, but it wasn't as much as he was expecting. It was more of a sting, a slight burn, rather than anything he would classify as pain. In this position, Severus was completely in control and Harry could do little else but lie on the bed while Severus pounded him into the mattress.
Severus pistoned his hips, faster and faster, his face and chest flushed with either arousal or exertion; Harry wasn't sure which. Harry's cock had softened a little at the first penetration, but it soon firmed up again when Severus touched that magic spot inside Harry once more.
"Ah!" Harry cried, and tried to arch his hips, but he couldn't, not in this position – Severus was holding him too tight for that. Harry wanted to thrust, he needed to thrust, not just lie here like a meek lamb. He wanted to be involved in this too. "Severus, turn over."
Severus arched his eyebrows in question, but he did as Harry asked and lay flat on the bed. His cock had slipped out of Harry as they changed position and Harry almost wailed at the loss. It had felt so good to be filled like that.
Harry scrambled onto his knees and settled either side of Severus' legs. He grabbed Severus' cock in his hand and placed it at his entrance. Harry sank down upon it, a little at a time, until Severus' was fully sheathed in him once more. Harry groaned in desire at the perfection of it. It had been years getting to this moment and there wasn't another one to waste.
Harry controlled the pace this time and Severus allowed him to, grabbing hold of Harry's hips to steady him, not to prevent him from moving. Harry revelled in the sensations. The stretch in his arse, the skin of Severus' body against his own as Harry almost bounced in his pleasure. Harry's cock was hard and aching once more, precome dripping in a steady stream as Harry sought the peak.
Harry could feel Severus' cock almost throbbing inside him and he wanted Severus to come, he wanted to feel the surge of semen splash inside him. Harry groaned at the imagining of it and spurted quite a bit of precome onto Severus' abdomen. "Fuck, Severus! Come, I want to feel you come inside me!"
"There is nothing I wish more, my lord, but I am still an Incubus and you are still largely human. You have to come first." Severus lifted one hand from Harry's hips and grasped hold of Harry's cock.
Oh, God, it was bliss! To have his cock enclosed in a fist, such delicious pressure at the same time as his arse was filled. Severus' hand on his cock was a blur it was moving so fast and Harry realised that as much as he wanted to come, Severus did too but he couldn't until Harry got there first. The tingles started in his toes, then moved up through his body, into his balls and finally his cock.
"Sev'rus! Sev'rus!" Harry screamed in ecstasy, throwing his head back and grabbing hold of Severus' hips. His climax erupted from him in ropes of pearly white, streak after streak staining Severus' chest and chin. Harry's whole body trembled with the force of it, muscles contracting and releasing. He hadn't quite finished coming when he felt Severus' own orgasm start, spilling inside Harry in a rush of wet warmth. Harry squeezed his buttocks together, pulling every last drop that he could from Severus' cock. Severus' hands tightened on Harry's hips, his nails digging into Harry's skin as he rode out the waves of his own climax.
Harry leaned over and kissed him deeply while Severus finished coming. There was so much seed that Harry felt it leaking out of his arse again. Harry had done that. Had made Severus come so much. Harry grinned into their kiss and them pulled away, leaning his forehead against Severus'.
"Wow! I had no idea it would feel like that."
"Wow indeed," said Severus, reaching up and pushing Harry's hair away from his eyes. "You were a natural, Harry. It was as if you'd been born to pleasure me."
"Maybe I have," said Harry, pulling back and chuckling when he realised how sticky they both were. "I think we might need another bath."
"No need." Severus waved his hand and both of them were perfectly clean.
"If you could just clean me with a spell, why have you been bathing me all these years?"
"Why do you think, young master?" Severus smirked.
"You enjoy it?"
"Indeed. Any excuse to get you out of your clothes."
"Severus, I've been thinking." Harry trailed his fingers along Severus' chest.
"A dangerous occupation for you, my lord." Severus grinned at him and Harry couldn't help laughing.
"My parents and ancestors were charged with doing the Royal Family's dirty work, hoping that with all the dangers they faced, they would get killed. One of my ancestors was the illegitimate child of George III and that's why we were always in danger. I'm a direct descendant, as was my father before me. We don't have a legitimate claim, being descended from a bastard, but it would be scandalous to the Crown if the truth was ever known."
"And that's who was behind the attacks on your family?"
"It appears so. I enjoyed the detective work we did, Severus, but I don't want to work for the royals ever again. Would there be a way where we could help ordinary people? Maybe become a consulting detective like Sherlock Holmes?"
"Sherlock Holmes is fictional, young master. I'm not even quite sure what a consulting detective actually does."
"I presume they consult on a case? We have money but I don't want to just wander around Europe on holiday forevermore. I want to do something to help people rather than just give donations. We could be the Phoenix Detective Agency!" Harry was warming to his theme and smiled at Severus. "What do you think?"
"I think it's a good idea, in principle, but we should change the name. We don't want any connection to the Royal Phoenix after all. Perhaps it would be best if we weren't based in England, but perhaps somewhere in Europe or the Americas. Or we could even venture as far as Australia or New Zealand. Somewhere where people won't know you. We would have to move every few years anyway. It would soon become apparent that you and I aren't ageing."
"We could, couldn't we?" asked Harry. "We could go anywhere we want."
"I would go anywhere with you, Harry. Whatever we do, we'll do it together."
"Yes," Harry added, stifling a yawn. He settled his head on Severus' shoulder. "Together, for always."