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Apprenticed to Love 22/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 22/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty Two
Severus wasn't at all surprised when there was a tentative knock on his bedroom door later that night. It was after midnight, but Severus hadn't been to sleep yet. He was reading over some of Harry's essays and sorting through which textbooks and practicals they should be going for next. Harry was going through the work so quickly that it astounded Severus and he had been no slouch when he'd been an apprentice himself. "Come in," Severus said, setting aside his notes as he waited for his apprentice to enter his bedroom.
Harry stood in the doorway, as if unsure of his welcome.
"Nightmares?" Severus asked softly; hoping against hope that he hadn't pushed things too far and put Harry's recovery back even further. Harry had seemed very enthusiastic though and he hadn't once tried to stop things, but maybe Severus had wanted it to happen too much to have read the signs. Maybe he hadn't given Harry the chance to call a stop, even if he had wanted to.
Harry blushed and shuffled further into the room. "No. Um, not nightmares," Harry admitted.
Now that he looked closer, Severus could see the erection tenting the front of Harry's pyjama bottoms.
"I used that Daydream the twins gave me that day, remember?"
Severus nodded. "Oh? And what did your hidden desires reveal?" Severus patted the bedclothes beside him. As soon as he did so, Harry grinned and bounded onto the bed like an eager puppy... a puppy with a wild head of hair and jade green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dimly-lit room. Severus felt his chest constrict as he stared at the young man beside him. Surely this was a dream? He couldn't really be one of the luckiest sods on the planet.
"That's just it. It was weird," Harry said, chewing on his thumbnail. Severus removed Harry's thumb and sucked it into his own mouth, sucking gently to soothe the hurt. "Oh God! Um... where was I?"
Severus let the thumb go and stared deeply at Harry. "Your dream?"
"Oh. Right. Yes. So, can I ask you something?"
Harry shifted restlessly on top of the covers. Severus could see the tent in his cotton trousers growing larger by the second. Whatever the dream was, it had left him aroused – so aroused that he'd sought out Severus to help him with it. "Go ahead."
"Do some people like to be hurt? You know, for that?" Harry waved a hand to encompass both of them.
"Do you mean for sex? You are allowed to say it, Harry. It's not a dirty word. You're an adult so you're allowed to discuss adult things."
Harry seemed to come to a decision then, as if he'd been having an inner argument with himself. Severus could almost guess with whom: the ghosts of the Dursleys. They were probably the sort of people who thought sex and anything to do with it was dirty, but yet felt no qualms about starving and abusing a child in their care.
"Yes, you're right. I mean do some people like to be hurt for sex?"
"They do. Some pain can be erotic, Harry. A light spanking for example; the heat on tender skin can help augment arousal to some extent."
Harry's blush deepened to purple and his hips couldn't seem to stay still. "Yeah. That. The dream. You were spanking me in the dream and I liked it. But I never felt aroused when the Dursleys hit me."
"Harry, the Dursleys abused you. There is a world of difference between being hit with a belt or broom handle and a spanking for erotic play. Haven't you ever hurt yourself a little when you've been alone? Pinched your nipples, for example? And how much firmer you can pinch when you're aroused?" Severus' own hips seemed to be moving of their own accord as well. The bedcover above him was tenting with his erection.
"Yesss," Harry hissed on a moan. "You want to do it, don't you? Spank me?"
Harry was breathless, his chest heaving and his nipples erect beneath his t-shirt.
"Do you want me to spank you?" Severus asked, his own voice sounding quite hoarse with arousal. It wouldn't be the first time he'd spanked a lover – and done plenty of other things besides, but he didn't think Harry was quite ready to hear about some of those escapades quite yet. "I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want. If you tell me to stop, we will stop, it doesn't matter what we were doing."
"You promise?" Harry nibbled nervously on his bottom lip.
"I promise, Harry. So what's it to be? Would you like to try spanking or not? We don't have to do it tonight; it's something we can explore later if you like."
Harry shook his head and then broke into a small grin. "I've been a very naughty boy, Master Snape."
Severus' breath hitched on hearing his title spoken in such a sensuous voice. "Have you now?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied breathily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Severus never would have guessed Harry would have been into role-play, but then what did he really know about Harry's love-life before except for the fact that he was a virgin? Maybe his daydreams or fantasies had always been something like this, but who would Harry have told? Being not just a virgin, but quite an innocent one, Severus guessed Harry hadn't told his previous girlfriends anything about spanking or anything of that nature. It was pretty obvious that Harry had been very inexperienced during their first kiss when Harry had got so carried away.
"So what did you do that was so naughty?" Severus smiled back at him; enjoying the game.
"I spilt armadillo bile all over the storeroom floor. The expensive bottles; the ones from Peru."
"How many bottles did you waste?" Severus asked mock-sternly.
"Six bottles, sir." Harry looked down at his hands; his eyelids shading the green of his eyes.
"Six bottles? You know what that means, don't you? Six swats of my hand for ruining such expensive ingredients. It might remind you to take better care of my ingredients in future!"
"Yes, sir."
"Strip and then get over my lap," Severus commanded in a rough voice. Never mind if Harry was going to last long enough for six smacks; Severus was on the verge of erupting already and Harry hadn't even touched him! Just the thought of him over Severus' lap, writhing in pain and pleasure...
Harry stood up from the bed and yanked his t-shirt over his head eagerly enough, but his hands paused by the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Severus knew what was bothering him: the fact that he looked different now. Maybe they did need to draw things back a little until Harry felt more comfortable with someone else looking at his changed body. Madam Pomfrey hardly counted. "Leave those, just lie across my lap, Harry."
Severus pulled down the covers and stretched his legs out flat on the bed. Harry nodded and clambered back over him so that he was lying face down across Severus' lap; his delectable, pyjama-clad arse in perfect reach of Severus' hands. Severus caressed the stripes of Harry's pyjamas and wondered what the skin underneath would feel like.
"Um," Harry angled his head around so he could look at Severus. "Um – you can pull them down a bit if you want. Just don't look at my front, okay?"
"Very well, Harry." Severus tugged the pyjamas down so that they rested beneath the swell of Harry's buttocks, on his upper thighs, the arse in view. And what a view it was! Two perfect ripe peach-halves that fitted delightfully into his hands as he squeezed and stroked, unable to resist mapping their contours. Beneath him, Harry was squirming and moaning and Severus could feel a damp trail of precome along his own lap.
"Brace yourself," Severus warned as he raised his right hand ready to come back down again for the first of Harry's punishments. Harry's fingers scrabbled for the sheets; gripping them in white-knuckled hands. "Count them."
Smack! Severus reined the first one in, for he truly had no wish to hurt Harry but educate him to the fact that a little pain could indeed be very pleasurable.
"O-one!" Harry gasped out, his hands tightening further on the sheets, the warbled cry hardening Severus' cock even further. Severus' hand came down again, a rash of red appearing on Harry's arse as he did so.
"T-t-two!" Harry cried and arched upwards.
Severus' hand came down again and again, but Harry didn't make it to six. By the fourth slap he was bucking wildly and spilling himself in wet heat against Severus' lap. Severus pressed a hand to Harry's back and kept him in place as his own hips arched upwards and he felt the warning signs of his own impending orgasm: a tingle and fullness in his balls and cock. "Mine!" Severus cried as the first pulses left his cock, his hold on Harry tightening.
"Yours, Master. Only ever yours," Harry said softly as he continued to rock against Severus.
Harry's erection was long gone and Severus belatedly realised that just because Harry had come one way, it didn't necessarily mean he was entirely sated yet.
"You're still aroused, aren't you?" Severus whispered in Harry's ear, his voice deep and husky.
"I'm okay. It'll go away in a minute." Harry knelt up on the bed, facing away from Severus and tugging his pyjama bottoms back up. "I know you won't want to touch me like that."
"Whatever gave you that impression?" Severus asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, you're gay, aren't you? You wouldn't want to touch girly bits, would you?"
"True, I haven't touched any girly bits before, as you put it, but I'm in love with you, Harry. I want to do whatever makes you happy. If you'd like me to touch you there, I would find great pleasure in it."
"You're in love with me?" Harry turned back around, two spots of colour high on his cheeks. "And you – you wouldn't mind touching me... you know... there? It wouldn't be disgusting?"
"Harry, nothing about you is disgusting. No part of your body is disgusting. I would love to pleasure you like that, but only if you want me to. Nothing you don't want, all right?"
Harry nodded, but made no move to remove his pyjama bottoms again. "Maybe one day, but not tonight."
"That's fine, Harry. Would you like to stay here tonight?" Severus cast cleaning charms over both of them before the sticky mess became dried on. A shower would have been good, but he was feeling too languid for one now. The morning would have to do.
"Please!" Harry bounded back into the bed, all smiles again. Severus opened his arms and Harry scooted across the bed, leaning his head on Severus' chest. It was as if he was made to be there. Severus rested his chin on Harry's head and caressed his back.
"Don't forget we have to go shopping for Ron and Hermione's engagement present on Wednesday," Harry mumbled sleepily. "You didn't forget about their party, did you?"
"No, Harry. I've kept Saturday night free."
"Thanks for coming with me," Harry said as he drifted off to sleep.
Severus lay awake for a while longer. Harry thought he was just being a considerate lover, when in reality Severus didn't want Harry anywhere alone with Bill Weasley ever again.
"Nox," he whispered and the room went dark.
TBC
Title: Apprenticed to Love 22/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: not sure yet, but AU and angst for starters, hermaphroditism, mpreg, abuse.
Summary: Six months after the end of the war, Harry Potter turns up at Snape's apothecary to beg for a job. They both get more than they bargained for.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I just like playing in it from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thanks so much!
Earlier Parts
Part Twenty Two
Severus wasn't at all surprised when there was a tentative knock on his bedroom door later that night. It was after midnight, but Severus hadn't been to sleep yet. He was reading over some of Harry's essays and sorting through which textbooks and practicals they should be going for next. Harry was going through the work so quickly that it astounded Severus and he had been no slouch when he'd been an apprentice himself. "Come in," Severus said, setting aside his notes as he waited for his apprentice to enter his bedroom.
Harry stood in the doorway, as if unsure of his welcome.
"Nightmares?" Severus asked softly; hoping against hope that he hadn't pushed things too far and put Harry's recovery back even further. Harry had seemed very enthusiastic though and he hadn't once tried to stop things, but maybe Severus had wanted it to happen too much to have read the signs. Maybe he hadn't given Harry the chance to call a stop, even if he had wanted to.
Harry blushed and shuffled further into the room. "No. Um, not nightmares," Harry admitted.
Now that he looked closer, Severus could see the erection tenting the front of Harry's pyjama bottoms.
"I used that Daydream the twins gave me that day, remember?"
Severus nodded. "Oh? And what did your hidden desires reveal?" Severus patted the bedclothes beside him. As soon as he did so, Harry grinned and bounded onto the bed like an eager puppy... a puppy with a wild head of hair and jade green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dimly-lit room. Severus felt his chest constrict as he stared at the young man beside him. Surely this was a dream? He couldn't really be one of the luckiest sods on the planet.
"That's just it. It was weird," Harry said, chewing on his thumbnail. Severus removed Harry's thumb and sucked it into his own mouth, sucking gently to soothe the hurt. "Oh God! Um... where was I?"
Severus let the thumb go and stared deeply at Harry. "Your dream?"
"Oh. Right. Yes. So, can I ask you something?"
Harry shifted restlessly on top of the covers. Severus could see the tent in his cotton trousers growing larger by the second. Whatever the dream was, it had left him aroused – so aroused that he'd sought out Severus to help him with it. "Go ahead."
"Do some people like to be hurt? You know, for that?" Harry waved a hand to encompass both of them.
"Do you mean for sex? You are allowed to say it, Harry. It's not a dirty word. You're an adult so you're allowed to discuss adult things."
Harry seemed to come to a decision then, as if he'd been having an inner argument with himself. Severus could almost guess with whom: the ghosts of the Dursleys. They were probably the sort of people who thought sex and anything to do with it was dirty, but yet felt no qualms about starving and abusing a child in their care.
"Yes, you're right. I mean do some people like to be hurt for sex?"
"They do. Some pain can be erotic, Harry. A light spanking for example; the heat on tender skin can help augment arousal to some extent."
Harry's blush deepened to purple and his hips couldn't seem to stay still. "Yeah. That. The dream. You were spanking me in the dream and I liked it. But I never felt aroused when the Dursleys hit me."
"Harry, the Dursleys abused you. There is a world of difference between being hit with a belt or broom handle and a spanking for erotic play. Haven't you ever hurt yourself a little when you've been alone? Pinched your nipples, for example? And how much firmer you can pinch when you're aroused?" Severus' own hips seemed to be moving of their own accord as well. The bedcover above him was tenting with his erection.
"Yesss," Harry hissed on a moan. "You want to do it, don't you? Spank me?"
Harry was breathless, his chest heaving and his nipples erect beneath his t-shirt.
"Do you want me to spank you?" Severus asked, his own voice sounding quite hoarse with arousal. It wouldn't be the first time he'd spanked a lover – and done plenty of other things besides, but he didn't think Harry was quite ready to hear about some of those escapades quite yet. "I'm not going to do anything to you that you don't want. If you tell me to stop, we will stop, it doesn't matter what we were doing."
"You promise?" Harry nibbled nervously on his bottom lip.
"I promise, Harry. So what's it to be? Would you like to try spanking or not? We don't have to do it tonight; it's something we can explore later if you like."
Harry shook his head and then broke into a small grin. "I've been a very naughty boy, Master Snape."
Severus' breath hitched on hearing his title spoken in such a sensuous voice. "Have you now?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied breathily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Severus never would have guessed Harry would have been into role-play, but then what did he really know about Harry's love-life before except for the fact that he was a virgin? Maybe his daydreams or fantasies had always been something like this, but who would Harry have told? Being not just a virgin, but quite an innocent one, Severus guessed Harry hadn't told his previous girlfriends anything about spanking or anything of that nature. It was pretty obvious that Harry had been very inexperienced during their first kiss when Harry had got so carried away.
"So what did you do that was so naughty?" Severus smiled back at him; enjoying the game.
"I spilt armadillo bile all over the storeroom floor. The expensive bottles; the ones from Peru."
"How many bottles did you waste?" Severus asked mock-sternly.
"Six bottles, sir." Harry looked down at his hands; his eyelids shading the green of his eyes.
"Six bottles? You know what that means, don't you? Six swats of my hand for ruining such expensive ingredients. It might remind you to take better care of my ingredients in future!"
"Yes, sir."
"Strip and then get over my lap," Severus commanded in a rough voice. Never mind if Harry was going to last long enough for six smacks; Severus was on the verge of erupting already and Harry hadn't even touched him! Just the thought of him over Severus' lap, writhing in pain and pleasure...
Harry stood up from the bed and yanked his t-shirt over his head eagerly enough, but his hands paused by the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Severus knew what was bothering him: the fact that he looked different now. Maybe they did need to draw things back a little until Harry felt more comfortable with someone else looking at his changed body. Madam Pomfrey hardly counted. "Leave those, just lie across my lap, Harry."
Severus pulled down the covers and stretched his legs out flat on the bed. Harry nodded and clambered back over him so that he was lying face down across Severus' lap; his delectable, pyjama-clad arse in perfect reach of Severus' hands. Severus caressed the stripes of Harry's pyjamas and wondered what the skin underneath would feel like.
"Um," Harry angled his head around so he could look at Severus. "Um – you can pull them down a bit if you want. Just don't look at my front, okay?"
"Very well, Harry." Severus tugged the pyjamas down so that they rested beneath the swell of Harry's buttocks, on his upper thighs, the arse in view. And what a view it was! Two perfect ripe peach-halves that fitted delightfully into his hands as he squeezed and stroked, unable to resist mapping their contours. Beneath him, Harry was squirming and moaning and Severus could feel a damp trail of precome along his own lap.
"Brace yourself," Severus warned as he raised his right hand ready to come back down again for the first of Harry's punishments. Harry's fingers scrabbled for the sheets; gripping them in white-knuckled hands. "Count them."
Smack! Severus reined the first one in, for he truly had no wish to hurt Harry but educate him to the fact that a little pain could indeed be very pleasurable.
"O-one!" Harry gasped out, his hands tightening further on the sheets, the warbled cry hardening Severus' cock even further. Severus' hand came down again, a rash of red appearing on Harry's arse as he did so.
"T-t-two!" Harry cried and arched upwards.
Severus' hand came down again and again, but Harry didn't make it to six. By the fourth slap he was bucking wildly and spilling himself in wet heat against Severus' lap. Severus pressed a hand to Harry's back and kept him in place as his own hips arched upwards and he felt the warning signs of his own impending orgasm: a tingle and fullness in his balls and cock. "Mine!" Severus cried as the first pulses left his cock, his hold on Harry tightening.
"Yours, Master. Only ever yours," Harry said softly as he continued to rock against Severus.
Harry's erection was long gone and Severus belatedly realised that just because Harry had come one way, it didn't necessarily mean he was entirely sated yet.
"You're still aroused, aren't you?" Severus whispered in Harry's ear, his voice deep and husky.
"I'm okay. It'll go away in a minute." Harry knelt up on the bed, facing away from Severus and tugging his pyjama bottoms back up. "I know you won't want to touch me like that."
"Whatever gave you that impression?" Severus asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, you're gay, aren't you? You wouldn't want to touch girly bits, would you?"
"True, I haven't touched any girly bits before, as you put it, but I'm in love with you, Harry. I want to do whatever makes you happy. If you'd like me to touch you there, I would find great pleasure in it."
"You're in love with me?" Harry turned back around, two spots of colour high on his cheeks. "And you – you wouldn't mind touching me... you know... there? It wouldn't be disgusting?"
"Harry, nothing about you is disgusting. No part of your body is disgusting. I would love to pleasure you like that, but only if you want me to. Nothing you don't want, all right?"
Harry nodded, but made no move to remove his pyjama bottoms again. "Maybe one day, but not tonight."
"That's fine, Harry. Would you like to stay here tonight?" Severus cast cleaning charms over both of them before the sticky mess became dried on. A shower would have been good, but he was feeling too languid for one now. The morning would have to do.
"Please!" Harry bounded back into the bed, all smiles again. Severus opened his arms and Harry scooted across the bed, leaning his head on Severus' chest. It was as if he was made to be there. Severus rested his chin on Harry's head and caressed his back.
"Don't forget we have to go shopping for Ron and Hermione's engagement present on Wednesday," Harry mumbled sleepily. "You didn't forget about their party, did you?"
"No, Harry. I've kept Saturday night free."
"Thanks for coming with me," Harry said as he drifted off to sleep.
Severus lay awake for a while longer. Harry thought he was just being a considerate lover, when in reality Severus didn't want Harry anywhere alone with Bill Weasley ever again.
"Nox," he whispered and the room went dark.
TBC