Note: Part of the SAC-2003 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2003.
This is the sequel to Come For Christmas, my submission to last year's Slash Advent Calendar. It might help to read that one first, but this can be read as a stand-alone fic.
Beta: Many thanks to Nimori for a sterling beta job. Thanks also to Nim and Maeglin for their support and encouragement.
"Severus," Harry sighed, shifting his feet as the queue turtled forward. The
packages balanced in his arms swayed ominously, and it was only his Seeker's
reflexes that kept them from tumbling to the floor.
Severus crossed his arms and glared at the throng of Christmas shoppers crowding
Gilder and Gossard's Gaming Emporium. "I cannot fathom why anyone with half the
sense nature gave a flobberworm would shop on Christmas Eve," he snapped. "And
yes, that includes you, madam." He narrowed his eyes at the dark-haired witch in
queue in front of them, who frowned at him over her shoulder. She turned away
with a haughty sniff, and Severus smirked at the back of her head.
"I told you," Harry said wearily, "I wanted to buy
Ron's present at the last minute to keep him from snooping around to find out
what I got him, like he did last year." And the year before that. And the year
before that. He hadn't been able to surprise Ron with a Christmas gift
since their last year together at Hogwarts, and then only because he'd been in
the hospital wing most of December and hadn't had a chance to buy any gifts
until the new year.
But even as he spoke, Harry realized Severus wasn't listening. Not that it
mattered; he'd explained his reasoning a dozen times already, and it always
seemed to go in one ear and out the other. "You didn't have to come with
me, you know," he said, boldly carrying the battle into the enemy's camp. "I
just thought you'd rather not be alone in the flat with Ron and Hermione after
--"
"And that's another thing," Severus said, lowering his voice to a raspy whisper.
"If Mr Weasley makes onemore smart remark about last year's
unfortunate incident, I shall make sure he doesn't live to see next Christmas."
Harry felt his face grow hot. "I'll speak to him," he mumbled, but they both
knew he wouldn't. He was surprised Severus had agreed to allow Ron and Hermione
to visit again this year, and privately sorry that he hadn't already hexed Ron,
who never let an opportunity to tease them about his unintentional peek into
their private lives go by. Worse yet, Hermione, who had spent most of the week
she and Ron had been visiting with a flustered expression on her face, had
cornered Harry the night before and stammered a question about "keeping a man
happy" that had sent Harry rushing to bed far earlier than he'd planned.
Where he'd slept alone. Again. Severus refused even to kiss Harry while Ron and
Hermione were present in the flat.
Severus huffed his irritation, stirring Harry out of his reverie. "It should be
safe to go on home, if you like," Harry said, glancing at his watch. It was
later than he'd realized. "Ron and Hermione are having Christmas Eve dinner at
the Burrow. They should be gone by now."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Severus asked churlishly, and with a loud
crack that made the dark-haired witch shriek with surprise, he
apparated out of the shop.
An hour later, Harry had finally reached the top of the queue, paid for Ron's
new quidditch-themed chess set, and nipped into the stationer's store next door
to get Hermione the new quill she'd been wanting. With his pockets emptied of
their burden of gold, Harry reduced his armful of gifts to a more manageable
size and tucked them away before apparating home himself.
The wards prickled like thousands of tiny needles across his skin as Harry slid
through them; in his paranoia about those of his former colleagues remaining at
large, Severus had keyed them so only he and Harry could apparate through. The
effect was unpleasant and Harry's head swam for a moment, lights flashing madly
before his eyes as a swarm of fairies from the Christmas tree circled his head
in concern. He shooed them away and watched as they settled themselves back on
the fragrant branches, their glowing bodies providing the only source of light
in the darkened room.
The flat was strangely quiet. In the absence of Ron and Hermione's nearly
continuous bickering, Harry had expected to at least hear Severus puttering
around in the small room he'd appropriated for his potions research, but no
sounds of clinking bottles or softly-spoken incantations reached his ears.
"Severus?" he called into the darkness, stumbling over a pair of Ron's trainers
lying in the middle of the sitting room floor. A flicker of candlelight cast
long shadows on the wall at the top of the stairs, and Harry's heart stuttered
with sudden realization. He raced up the steps two at a time and burst through
the bedroom door to find exactly the Christmas gift he'd been hoping for.
"It's about time you got here," Severus purred, slowly drawing back the duvet.
The candlelight lent one side of his body a rich orange-yellow glow, casting the
other side into darkness that ebbed and flowed across his chest as the flame
juddered. "I've been waiting for over an hour. I thought we should make good use
of our time alone, don't you agree?"
Nodding dumbly, Harry watched as the elegant hand swept away the duvet, dropped
between Severus's legs and began stroking his swelling cock to full hardness. It
seemed an age since the last time he'd seen Severus this way, and Harry could
feel the blood pouring into his own groin at the sight.
"That couch was far too lonely," Severus said, letting his legs drop open so
Harry could catch a glimpse of the shadowy crease just beyond the heavy fullness
of his balls. "And far too cold, despite the fact that I was able to keep the
blankets to myself for a change."
Harry smirked and took a step closer to the bed, pulling at the clasps of his
cloak. "No one told you to sleep there, you know. You were perfectly welcome to
stay in our bed. I'd have kept you warm."
"And take a chance on having Mr Weasley in the next room with his ear pressed to
the wall? No, thank you. Besides, I managed to find ways to keep warm, I assure
you." Severus gave his erection a meaningful tug and leered as Harry's mouth
fell open in surprise.
"You didn't."
"I most certainly did."
Harry licked his lips. "How often?"
"Every night. Didn't you?"
"Well... yes." Harry hoped the flickering candlelight hid his flushed cheeks.
"But I never knew you did." The idea was a very arousing one, and Harry's
cock stiffened with a swiftness that nearly hurt.
"I haven't needed to since we've been together," Severus said. The head of his
cock was red and angry-looking, and Harry could see it beginning to glisten in
the half-light. "But when one is alone, one must make do with whatever is at
hand. So to speak. And you needn't look so surprised, Potter. It's not as though
your generation invented it, you know. I've been wanking since long before you
were born."
"Really." Harry considered this for a moment before his face split into a wide,
evil grin. With two long strides he had crossed to the bed and thrown one leg
over Severus's thighs, straddling him so the bulging V of his own trousers
framed his lover's thick cock. "Then I'd say you've had enough practice,
wouldn't you?"
Before Severus could reply, Harry grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to
the pillow above his head, swooping in low to deliver a kiss that robbed them
both of their breath. Severus squirmed, bucking his hips against Harry's
erection in a manner Harry found thoroughly satisfying, and wrenched his head to
the side. "Turn me loose."
"Why? Are you that eager to return to the couch?" Harry studied Severus's face
for a moment, searching for a sign that the game was unwelcome. Severus stopped
struggling and stared back into Harry's eyes, his nostrils flaring in a manner
Harry had long ago come to recognize as a non-verbal command to fuck him, and
fuck him hard. Harry's smile returned and he gathered both of Severus's wrists
in one hand, digging through the pocket of his robe with the other. "In fact,"
he drawled, slowly drawing his wand, "I don't think you should be allowed to
touch yourself at all for the rest of this evening." A set of magical ropes
burst from the end of his wand, twisted themselves around Severus's wrists and
looped gracefully through the slats in the headboard.
Severus tugged experimentally at his bonds, glaring into Harry's Cheshire
cat-like expression when he found them to be secure. "Are you enjoying yourself,
Potter?"
"Oh, very much so." Harry shifted his hips so their erections rubbed one against
the other. "And you will too, I promise you that." His hand fluttered in the air
over Severus's cock, palm itching to feel its heat sizzling along his life line,
and Severus arched up beneath it. But Harry stilled it in mid-air, just short of
curling his fingers around the swollen length, and let the air swirl around it
teasingly. "On second thought, I don't believe I will touch you this evening,
either." He backed off of the bed and stepped lightly onto the floor, turning
his back as he began to shrug his way out of his robes. "At least, not with my
hands."
It didn't take long before his clothes were in a heap in front of the closet
door. Harry squatted beside them, his body blocking Severus's view, and enlarged
the gaily-wrapped Christmas packages he had secreted home in his pocket. Paper
tore, and Harry winced; he'd never be able to get it looking as pretty again as
the clerk at the stationer's had. "Tell me something, Severus," he said, rising
to his feet and turning around. The barbs of Hermione's new quill were soft
between his fingers as he stroked his way along them. "I've always wanted to
know: are you ticklish?"
"Don't be absurd," Severus snapped, but there was a note of barely controlled
panic in his voice. Harry narrowed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed,
looking on in amusement as Severus curled one knee over the other, his fists
clenching above the silky row of ropes.
"Come on, now," Harry said, pulling at Severus's leg until it lay flat on the
mattress again. "You faced down Voldemort. Don't tell me you're afraid of a
little eagle feather."
"I'm not afraid," Severus retorted, but his eyes widened as he watched Harry
twirling the quill thoughtfully between his thumb and forefinger. His swallow
was audible. "I'm... allergic."
Harry snorted. "Nice try, Severus." Severus's knee began to creep upwards again,
and Harry hurriedly resumed his place atop his lover's hips, leaning forward to
brush the tip of the quill across Severus's lips. Severus spat and turned his
head to the side, and Harry took advantage of the change in position by stroking
the feather along the revealed cords of Severus's neck.
"Potter..." Severus's voice carried only the hoarsest hint of a warning now, but
Harry ignored it as he began tracing Severus's collarbone. A gentle swish first
in one direction and then the other, a dip into each armpit that made Severus
squirm anew, and Harry moved on to the sinewy pectorals, tracing wide circles
that slowly homed in on the swelling peaks in the center. Without warning, he
dropped his head to clamp his teeth on one tight nipple, poking the other gently
with the feather's tip. Severus whined and bucked, pulling against his
restraints.
"You like that, do you?" Harry whispered, giving the nipple one final lick to
ease the burn before switching to the other. Severus's answering moan was just
the confirmation Harry had been hoping for. He smiled around his mouthful and
then sat up, scooting backwards onto Severus's thighs as he continued to move
the feather down Severus's torso, outlining each coarse hair on his lover's
chest with careful precision.
By the time he had reached the base of Severus's ribcage and began drawing rings
around his navel, the man was a quivering, pleading mess. His abdomen was rigid
from the stress of trying to shrink from the whisper-soft kiss of the feather,
his skin glimmering with perspiration accented by a small puddle on his belly
where their combined pre-come had pooled. Harry could feel Severus's legs
trembling against his arse as he wetted the barbs at the very tip of the quill.
"Are you enjoying yourself yet, Severus?" he asked quietly, his voice rough with
want as he positioned the feather directly over the wet head of his lover's
prick.
"N-no," came the stammered response, but Harry wasn't sure if it was the answer
to his question or an entreaty not to tease any further. He decided it didn't
matter. With a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered the moistened quill and
stroked it down the length of Severus's cock from tip to root and back again,
swirling it gently around the crown before sweeping it across the oozing slit. A
sound halfway between a growl and a shout echoed through the room, and Severus's
knees shot up so quickly that Harry was thrown from his perch. Whooping with
laughter, he fell on his side on the mattress, and the room went suddenly blurry
as his glasses were knocked askew.
"That's enough, Potter," Severus barked, his chest heaving. "Now turn me
loose and fuck me properly, or so help me, I'll --"
"Where's the fun in that?" Harry rolled onto his stomach and rested his cheek
against Severus's belly, his mouth mere centimeters from his lover's purpling
cockhead. "I think some negotiations are in order, first," he said, blowing a
warm stream of air across the tender flesh.
"Good gods, Harry -"
"First of all, I want you to promise to sleep here, tonight. If Ron and Hermione
haven't come back by now, they're probably spending the night at the Burrow."
Severus tensed, and Harry decided some further persuasion was in order. The
feather was still clutched in his hand, and he lowered it between Severus's legs
and brushed it along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The muscles
twitched. "Promise?"
"Fine." Severus's tone was harsh, but his legs spread yet further.
Harry grinned. "Second, I don't want you wanking anymore unless I'm there to
watch." The feather moved lower, skimming along Severus's perineum, and his
sudden gasp was music to Harry's ears.
"F-fine. Now please... please, just..."
"And third, I want you to know what you were thinking about when you were
getting yourself off."
"No."
"Tell me..." Harry darted his tongue between his lips and licked away the wet
patch on the tip of Severus's cock. The resulting shiver was so intense Harry
could feel its vibrations in his chest, but Severus still did not answer. Harry
flicked his tongue across Severus's cock once more, and then again, all the
while tickling the base of his scrotum with the feather, and he could feel the
muscles beneath his cheek tighten until it felt like his head was resting on a
wooden slat. "Severus," he whispered, his breath a hot caress against the
engorged tissue, and suddenly Severus was shrieking his response.
"I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO WATCH RONALD WEASLEY FUCKING HIS
WIFE!"
Harry blinked, and the feather stilled in his hand. That was the very last thing
he had expected to hear. "Wow." He'd never known Severus had a voyeuristic
streak. Nor that he was particularly interested in heterosexual sex, and
especially heterosexual sex between Ron and Hermione. "That's... " Weird.
Bizarre. Horrifying to contemplate.
"You asked," Severus choked out through clenched teeth. "Now kindly stop asking
ridiculous questions and suck my cock."
Still stunned, Harry wondered briefly what other bizarre fantasies the man might
have indulged in, ignoring the sudden rush of heat buffeting against his cheek
as Severus's skin flushed bright pink. Then he gave a mental shrug and nodded
his head forward, scooping Severus's cock up on the flat of his tongue.
It was only a matter of moments before Severus had planted his feet on the
mattress and lifted his hips into the air, using the resulting leverage to
plunder Harry's mouth without mercy. Unable to achieve any suction around the
rapidly moving prick, Harry relaxed his throat and let Severus fuck his mouth,
saliva oozing in streams from the corner of his lip onto the madly contracting
muscles beneath his cheek. Severus moaned and gasped, cursing and thrashing and
screaming Harry's name as, too soon, his release painted the back of Harry's
throat.
Harry was on his knees again before Severus's cock stopped twitching, groping at
the bedside table. Fisting his aching erection with one greased hand, he knelt
between Severus's legs and hoisted his hips off the mattress, spreading his
thighs wide before plunging deep inside. The taste of come was strong in his
mouth as he pounded his lover's tight hole, long swift strokes that made every
nerve in his body sing. Severus rocked back against him with every thrust,
bearing down on his cock with such force that Harry knew he couldn't last long.
His climax hit him with the force of a tornado, and he dug his fingernails into
the soft flesh of Severus's thighs as his insides melted into jelly and spewed
from the tip of his cock.
Someone was gasping for breath, and it took Harry a few moments to realize the
sound was coming from his own throat. He opened his eyes and blinked down into
Severus's smirking face. "Are you going to release me now?" Severus demanded,
clenching his fists, but his tone was as close to playful as it ever got. "Or do
you plan to leave me staked out here as an offering for Father Christmas."
"Give a bloke a minute, can't you," Harry grumbled, slowly withdrawing his
softening cock. Two fat droplets of come dripped out behind it and landed with a
plop on the eagle-feather quill, which Harry realized too late was still lying
on the sheets between Severus's legs. "Damn. Now I'm going to have to go back to
Diagon Alley in the morning and get Hermione a new quill. I can't give it to her
like this."
"Are you a wizard or aren't you?" Severus yawned as Harry clambered off the bed
to fetch his wand. "Just Scourgify it. She'll never be any the wiser."
"Yeah. I suppose you're right. The shops won't be open tomorrow, anyway." A few
spells later and both quill and bed were clean and dry, and Harry molded his
body into the curve of Severus's side as Severus rubbed at the red patches
encircling his wrists. "Severus," he said thoughtfully a moment later, turning
his face to nuzzle the other man's neck, "did you really think about Ron and
Hermione when you were wanking?"
Severus's irritated sigh ruffled Harry's hair. "Yes, I most certainly did. And
it was an absolutely glorious fantasy."
Harry's head shot up and he stared at Severus with wide, horrified eyes. "You're
not serious."
"Of course I am. It was wonderful. Mr Weasley was a terrible fuck, and I spent a
most pleasant hour criticizing his technique. Detail by gratifying detail."
Harry ducked his head again to hide his grin. "Liar."
"Go to sleep, Potter."
"You're not going to tell me what your fantasies were then, are you."
Severus yawned again and blew the candle out. "No. But I might be persuaded to
show you sometime."
"Mmm..." Harry hummed sleepily, cuddling up closer as Severus pulled the duvet
over them both. "Happy Christmas to me."
****
"D' you think they're finally asleep?"
Hermione shifted and pressed her ear to the closet door. "I think so."
"Good," Ron said. "Let's get out of here, then."
Hermione fumbled in the darkness, trying to locate the doorknob. She twisted it
slowly and pushed the door open a bit. The sounds of two men's light snores
poured in through the resulting crack, and Hermione's heart sank as the door
knocked against something outside and held tight, stubbornly refusing to open
any further. "I can't get it open!" she whispered furiously, pulling it shut
again. "There's something in the way!"
"Well just vanish whatever it is and let's go!"
"I can't! It will vanish the whole door!"
"So just conjure a new one! And hurry up, I've got to piss!"
"Oh, Ron. You know that will make a dreadful racket. It'll give us away for
sure!"
Ron groaned quietly and leaned his head back against the wall. "So you mean
we're stuck here until morning?"
"It certainly looks that way. Damn it, Ronald Weasley, I told you we
should have gone straight on to the Burrow. But no, you simply had to go
looking around for your presents first, didn't you."
"How was I to know Snape was going to come home? And it was your idea to
hide out in here when we heard him coming up the stairs!"
"I didn't know he was going to strip off and get straight into bed!" Hermione
bit her lip. "How are we ever going to explain this if they catch us?"
"No idea. How are we going to explain to my mum why we didn't turn up for
Christmas Eve dinner?"
"This is a fine mess. Harry will never ask us to come for Christmas again
after this."
"Yeah, well maybe that's for the best. If I never hear Snape say 'suck my cock'
again, it will be too soon."
"Oh, Ron."
"And just for the record, I am not a terrible lay."
Hermione did not respond. An uncomfortable silence reigned for a long time
before Ron scooted closer to his wife and rested his head on her shoulder. His
shoulders began to shake with barely contained laughter. "Well, one thing's for
sure," he gasped against Hermione's neck. "This is a Christmas we won't soon
forget."
"I suppose not, though not for lack of trying." Hermione drew her knees up to
her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "One thing I can tell you,
though. I am never going to use that quill."