Apprenticed to Love 27/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 27/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)

Earlier Parts






Part 27

Harry was right, neither of them made it through dinner. They sat at opposite sides of the small, square table; platters of salad and bread sat in the middle of the table with their own plates of Spaghetti Bolognese in front of them. When he thought back on it, Harry wasn't entirely sure what had precipitated it, but he knew that in an instant things had changed.

It could have been the way Harry was sucking the spaghetti strands into his mouth or perhaps the way he moaned around his mouthful of food – for Harry had always appreciated food, never having had much of it growing up. He just knew that one minute he was enjoying his meal and the next Severus' eyes had darkened and now glittered with a desperate hunger. Harry knew it wasn't food Severus was hungry for. It was him.

The knowledge plunged Harry headlong into the fires of arousal and he felt his stomach and balls jolting with the suddenness of it. His cock pressed hard and uncomfortably against the seam of his trousers. He was wet too, his briefs sticky with it. Harry shifted on his chair to try and find a more comfortable position and it was as if his movement was a signal of some sort to Severus.

Severus swept everything off the table: there was a crash as plates shattered on the floor, the chink of glasses breaking and the clatter of cutlery as it too landed on the floor. Harry gasped and stared at Severus, stunned. He had never seen his lover so uncontrolled before, so forceful. By the rapid beating of his heart, the sudden jerking of his cock and a pulse throbbing somewhere deep inside him, Harry realised he wouldn't mind seeing a lot more of this side of Severus.

Severus stood up and prowled to Harry's side of the table. He yanked Harry out of his chair by pulling on the lapels of Harry's apprentice robes. Harry was too shocked and breathless even to make much of a protest. Severus had never been this forceful before, but that didn't mean Harry didn't want it. He swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth and licked his lips. Severus' eyes darted to Harry's mouth and suddenly Severus was upon him, kissing him passionately, desperately. All other thoughts fled Harry's mind. There was nothing but the sensation of being kissed within an inch of his life by the man he loved.

There was nothing gentle in the joining of their mouths and tongues: there were bites and moans; nips and teeth; pain and groans. Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' neck just as Severus pushed him back towards the table. The back of Harry's knees hit the edge of the table and Severus continued to push until Harry was flat on his back on the wooden surface. His body was almost overwhelmed with sensation. It had never felt like this before. Harry's legs dangled off the edge of the table, he was too short for his feet to reach the ground but it was uncomfortable just leaving them dangling there. Harry widened his legs so that Severus could fall between them, then he wrapped his legs around Severus' waist as Severus placed his arms under Harry's neck to protect his head from the table.

Harry bucked up against Severus, the pressure a welcome relief to his aching cock. They were rutting against each other now, the wooden legs of the table scraping along the tiled floor. Briefly Harry wondered if it would take their weight but after a mind-numbing kiss from Severus he forgot all about the table, too intent on what was happening to him on top of it.

Harry could hardly believe how hot this was: both of them were still fully dressed as they kissed the breath from each other and thrust against each other with an urgency that could not be denied. There was no time to undress, no time even to fumble for zips or buttons. They had to come. They had to come or die! Harry pulled his mouth away to get breath enough to shriek out, "Severus! Severus! Oh God! Oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Yes! Yes!" Severus howled as he bucked hard against Harry almost at the same time as Harry's orgasm was torn from him with the force of a tidal wave. He spurted, hot and wet in his trousers even as he felt the warm, wet results of Severus' climax seep through his clothes.

Severus kissed him softly, first on the mouth, then down along his cheeks and jawline. Harry couldn't seem to stop himself from squirming in the embrace. Severus smiled down at him.

"You need more, don't you?"

Harry blushed and nodded; feeling ashamed that he hadn't been fully sated after what they'd already done. A few tears leaked out from beneath Harry's glasses and trickled down his cheeks. Severus wiped them away with a kiss.

"It's all right to ask for what you need, Harry. I will never deny you." Severus moved so that his thigh was between Harry's legs, but his arms were still underneath his neck. "I'm not going anywhere. Wrap your legs around me and rub against me."

Harry did as he was told; wrapping his legs around Severus as if he was some sort of climbing vine.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry gasped as the delightful pressure between his legs made him see stars.

"Feels good, does it?"

"You have no idea," Harry moaned and arched again.

There was nothing inside him, not even a finger, but Harry knew he could come like this with nothing more than the sensation of Severus' thigh between his legs. He bucked up one last time, squeezing and squeezing Severus' thigh as he wrung as much pleasure as he could from the second orgasm. He gasped and shuddered in Severus' arms as the bliss washed over him again and again until his vision whited out and he heard Severus' voice mumbling in his ear.

"Are you all right?"

Harry glanced up into the worried face of his lover. "Did I faint?"

"Very briefly," Severus assured him. "A few seconds, nothing more. I've never had someone faint in my arms before." Severus was looking down at him with an expression of such awe and adoration that Harry felt humbled by it.

"I love you," Harry said, reaching up to caress Severus' face. As he moved; he felt how sticky and uncomfortable his underwear and trousers were. "Ugh! I need a shower."

"Do you need someone to scrub your back?"

Harry paused for a second or two, unsure. They had never actually seen each other naked before, despite what they'd done in the bedroom. But it wasn't as if Severus was never going to see his body, was it? They were getting married soon and it was time Harry finally let Severus see that part of himself that he'd kept hidden. "If you promise to hold me up. My legs feel like rubber."

"In that case, how about we make it a bath instead?"

Harry pondered... to be wrapped up in Severus' arms; relaxing in warm bubbles? "Sounds good to me."

***

They were barely in the bath ten minutes before Harry fell asleep; his back resting against Severus' chest. Severus smiled indulgently and kissed the top of Harry's head before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him through to the bedroom. Harry mumbled something and snuffled against the pillows, but he didn't wake. Not wanting to disturb him; Severus cast a drying charm on both him and the sheets rather than try and dry him with a towel. Once Harry was dry, he magicked a pair of pyjama bottoms onto him; knowing that even though Severus had seen Harry naked in the bath; Harry still wasn't one hundred percent comfortable in his own skin yet.

Severus took a while to just look down at his sleeping lover; for it was a side of Harry Severus rarely got to see. Harry was too self-conscious when he was awake for this sort of intent study but maybe as they got to know each other better, Harry would become more comfortable with being looked at.

Sometimes Severus felt like pinching himself, for at times it was hard to believe this was really happening – that Harry was in love with him and had agreed to spend the rest of his life with Severus. Severus knew he was no prize catch: he was ugly, with crooked teeth and skin turned sallow from working in dungeons for the best part of twenty years. He was also stubborn and had a cruel streak that Harry and his friends had already borne the brunt of during their school years. Why had Harry chosen him as his mate when he could have had his pick of any witch or wizard he wanted?

Harry, on the other hand, was handsome and kind, even if he did have some large self-esteem issues left over from his time at the Dursleys'. Ten years or more being told you were ugly and worthless was bound to have left its mark. Severus suppressed a shudder as he remembered the memories of Harry he'd seen and what had happened to him at Privet Drive. Severus wondered if he would have treated Harry any differently in school if he'd known how appalling his home life had been; then realised he would have had to act exactly as he had done. There would have been no point in treating Harry well so that wannabe Death Eaters could carry tales to their parents and their Master. Severus could almost imagine the pain of the Cruciatus if that had been the case. Voldemort would not have believed him a spy then.

So what had made Harry choose him?

Not that Severus was stupid enough to ask him. He lay down and tugged Harry close to his chest. Harry had chosen him; that was enough for Severus, for he was determined to keep him.

Harry was his now. And Severus always looked after what was his.

TBC