Anachronism (8/16)

[kibatsu]

Tuesday 20th July 6:15 PM

Severus re-wrapped his tools, preparing for the journey home. An entire day wasted. After he'd finished brewing all the outstanding potion orders, he had journeyed to Endell's home. Without Potter by his side, and with a fresh collection of tools at his disposal, he had hoped to find something that had been missed by the other investigators.

He had found nothing.

Even the vacant houses on either side of Endell's home had contained nothing of use or note. There were no magical traces outside the house or even in the entire neighborhood. After Severus had searched for any missed clues, using every magical method of which he could think, he tried the Muggle way.

He had taken apart all the furniture; he had searched in the walls for hidden spaces; he had torn through the floorboards and checked the ceiling. He had even gone on the roof and searched under every tile.

Nothing at all.

If a spell had been his downfall, what had the spell been? Where had he found it? All of the spells contained in the Irish texts were either useless, or weaker versions of modern spells. Endell had spent years translating the text, and the short, terse descriptions in the notes of the translations suggested Endell had found them as disappointing as Severus.

If poison had been responsible, then why had Endell been poisoned as well? Had Endell poisoned himself first? Had there been another party that had poisoned them both? Had Endell made a poison from his own blood? None of it made any sense.

He had known that he might lose his memories upon awakening. He had hidden a box for himself to find, but had made it difficult to open. He had told Phineas not to tell him what spell he had cast. He, himself, was more of a mystery than Endell.

After resealing Endell’s house, he returned home, heading straight to the library for dinner with Potter. He had decided not to tell Potter about the fact that Endell had been poisoned too. The boy was still fixated on Endell as the single-handed poisoner, and, although it seemed less likely that Potter was in any way responsible for Severus's illness, he hadn’t ruled out the possibility of guilt yet.

"What did you find at Endell’s house?" asked Phineas as soon as Severus settled behind his desk.

"Nothing of note," said Severus begrudgingly. He had yet to gain a further word from Phineas as to his illness.

"When'll you invite others over to join you for dinner?" asked Paracelsus. "It’s been months since you’ve had the Weasleys. You could use some entertainment and distraction. What does it matter what caused your illness? You are healthy now, are you not? Some things just happen without explanation, and worrying over the cause will only make you sick. Have a party, fuck the boy, let yourself live a little."

Severus glared at him. "Are you finished?"

Paracelsus sighed and sat back in his chair. "Give him a clue, Phineas."

"It’s much more interesting without," said Phineas with a smirk.

Severus narrowed his eyes. Why did the Black family have to be so irritating? He wanted to destroy the canvas.

"It's interesting for you," said Paracelsus, "but the longer we must wait for him to try to solve this damned mystery, the more our lives become wretched. I know you aren’t too fond of the Weasleys, but it’s been far too long since I’ve seen half-covered bosoms or ample female bottoms. Give him a clue. Get him to realise he’s flying in circles and that he'll never solve this mystery. End this nonsense and get women in the house!"

Phineas scratched his chin as he thought over the matter, his dark eyes scanning Severus’s face. "Very well. I'll preface this by stating that I do not know exactly what happened, I only have conjectures based upon what I have observed." He folded his hands in his lap and waited for a prompt.

As soon as he solved the mystery of his past, he would send that infernal portrait up in flames. "Go on...."

Phineas smiled and said, "I’ll tell you this and only this: the spell that was used to bring you to this point is a metaphor."

The spell is a metaphor? A metaphor for what? How could a spell be a metaphor? It made no sense. Phineas was just toying with him.

The door to the library opened and Potter strode into the room.

"Hullo," he said as he set about transfiguring the furniture for dinner. "How was your day?"

"Useless," said Severus, more to Phineas than to Potter.

"Oh. I’m sorry to hear that," said Potter, a frown on his face. He dropped into his chair after the furniture was transfigured and said with a smile, "Perhaps this'll cheer you up a bit. The Ministry wants to hire us to consult on an issue-"

"Save the business for later," said Paracelsus as he scooted his chair closer to the frame of his portrait. "I want to know when you’ll be having guests. It’s been ages since you’ve thrown a party. Will you be having your birthday here?"

Harry set down his glass, glancing at Severus. "If Severus doesn't mind, I would be more than happy to have friends over for my birthday. I planned to rent a hall."

Potter was waiting for permission before he threw his birthday party in his own house? Severus had no idea he had that much control over the home. Potter hadn’t waited before inviting his friends over to play Quidditch.

There was no reason to object to guests. He could always force them to leave, should they prove to be a nuisance. Besides, he needed to conduct blood tests to ensure that the fungal bioluminescence he had observed was a property common only to him and Endell. He had never seen it before, but he had only tested himself, Endell, and Potter since his recovery; and diet and environmental contaminants could also explain the result. Intoxicated guests would be easy to collect blood samples from. "Provided that the guests come and leave within a reasonable hour, you may have a party."

Potter grinned. "Don't worry, I’ll invite the Malfoys."

"It doesn't matter to me," said Severus, watching the boy eat. He knew he had power over the other wizard, but how much? What could he make Potter do? Suck his cock and bend over to be fucked, he had no doubt about that, but how far did his control over Potter go? After such a frustrating day, he wanted entertainment and release. No better way to get that than through Potter.

When they finished their meal, Severus cleared the table and dishes, leaving Potter sitting in his chair.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

"What?" said Potter, his eyes darting to look at the portraits.

In a deeper, louder voice, Severus said, "I said take off your clothes."

Pink seared Potter’s cheeks, his eyebrows rising, but he reached for his wand.

"No," said Severus, his voice stopping the hand on its way to Potter’s trousers. "No privacy spells. Take off your clothes here and now."

Phineas and Paracelsus were silent, seemingly transfixed by the interaction. Potter glanced at them again, swallowed, and undid the clasp on his robes. With a slow, methodical precision, he stripped off his outer robes, dropping them to the floor beside his chair. He worked himself out of fabric without looking away from Severus’s face, the growing intensity of his eyes matching the increasing flush on his cheeks. As each layer of clothing fell, he grew more and more confident, each peeling becoming a dare, rather than a submission. When he had stripped everything away but his boxers he paused, staring at Severus. "Well?"

"Everything," said Severus slowly, allowing his eyes to feast on the flesh offered so freely.

Smirking, Potter lifted up his arse and pulled down his boxers, his erection popping free from the soft cotton confines. He was not yet fully hard, but from the tightness in his nipples and the flush on his skin, Severus suspected he would be very soon.

Now that he had the boy bare, Severus moved his chair a bit closer to Potter to observe him more closely. He examined him with a detached air, as if he were calculating the use of a potion. It was difficult to maintain his detachment when he wanted nothing more than to go over there and plunge his cock into Potter’s arse or mouth, but he sat, ignoring his own erection, and drank in every bit of Potter.

Potter licked his lips, his breath coming quicker, his cock steadily filling. The little pervert was getting off on being watched. Severus had always suspected the boy was an exhibitionist.

He sat and waited. He waited until Potter was fully hard, his glans dark red. Swollen and dripping. He waited until Potter’s nails dug into the armrests of his chair, his toes tapping the floor. He waited until Potter wriggled in his seat, his eyes glazed with lust, and his skin so red, it almost appeared sunburnt.

Potter made a noise that was half-whinge, half-growl and Severus finally stood, striding over to inspect the body displayed before him.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Potter followed Severus with hungry eyes. He only opened his mouth to wet his lips, his pink tongue darting out before disappearing again.

Stopping an arm’s length away, Severus stared down at the boy, trying to intimidate him, to force him to turn away. But Potter never wavered, his eyes focused only on Severus.

"You want me," said Severus in a deep purr. Potter shuddered at the sound of Severus's voice, as if the words had caressed his skin.

"Oh yes!" he answered, his voice harsh. "Do something. It doesn’t matter what. Just do something. Anything!"

"You want me to fuck you?" At the word fuck, Potter shivered, his cock pulsing as if he were coming. Amazed that he could get the boy this hard and wanting just by his words, Severus continued, "You want me to fuck you in front of the portraits? I knew you were attention seeking. I knew you were an exhibitionist."

"Please," Potter begged, his nails clawing the armrests of the chair. "Please, Severus. I don’t care about- Please. Just touch me."

Anything. He could do anything he wanted. It was power beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. "You filthy slut."

Potter winced at the words. "Don't-"

Severus continued, "I bet you’d love to have me fuck you. You want to suck me until I’m hard and then take my cock up your arse."

"Oh!" Potter threw back his head, his eyes squeezing shut, his mouth open and panting.

"You want me to plunge into you and fuck you hard and deep and you’d take it all, begging for more. You want to be fucked."

"Oh, Severus!" Potter’s hips jerked, his arse rising up off the chair, his muscles rigid and trembling, straining for Severus's touch.

"Look at me!"

Potter’s eyes snapped open. Severus stared into the brilliant green, leant in close and growled ever so slowly, "You want me to stretch out your arse and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week. You want me to blow my load deep inside your arse or all over your face. You want my cock." Potter whinged, his legs spreading even further apart. "You need it."

"I do! Please! Fuck! It's been so long!" Muscles tight, Potter wantonly humped the empty air, his eyes glazed behind his glasses. "Oh, please!"

Potter's reddened skin looked so warm. His lips pink and plump and wet. What would it feel like to slide his cock in between them? Reaching out a hand, Severus brushed two fingertips over Potter's soft lower lip.

Potter's tongue darted out to meet the fingers as he sucked in a huge breath of air. Severus pushed his fingers into Potter's hot mouth, only to have it drop open in a wordless cry. Potter's eyes squeezed shut, his back arching, as he came without touching himself. As Severus watched, entranced, his fingers still in Potter's mouth, long, creamy strands of come shot from Potter's engorged, twitching cock. More and more splashed across Potter's abdomen and chest until he was spent. With a final shudder, the boy's body relaxed and collapsed into the chair. His skin was glistening with sweat and the smell of spunk filled the air.

He'd done it! He'd made Potter come with just a touch alone. Never had he felt so powerful, so desired, so sexy. It was a word he had never thought he would ever associate with himself. He was the one Potter wanted. Not those beautiful, perfect girls or those strong, handsome men. Of everyone in the wizarding world the boy could've possibly chosen, Potter had chosen him.

Sliding his fingers out of Potter's mouth, he brushed them over the soft flesh of the boy's lip. He trailed them through the sticky semen covering Potter's biceps, eliciting a shiver. When he lifted his hand, Potter bent forward to eagerly suck the digits into his mouth; his exquisite eyes never wavering from Severus's as he licked the fingers like they were Severus's cock instead. The whore had such a talented mouth.

Merlin, he wanted to fuck him. He wanted to let Potter suck him.

But he couldn't. Not with the matter of the escort. Reality popping his fantasy, he gazed over at the portraits. Paracelsus was watching with a grin that nearly split his face, but Phineas was nowhere to be seen. He'd probably been disgusted by the display and left. What had he done? He'd forced his lover bare, and then groped him in front of an audience. Potter was his, and his alone.

Paracelsus opened his mouth to speak but Severus flicked his wand, casting a privacy spell over the two of them, shielding Potter from view. He yanked his fingers away from Potter's talented tongue.

"Dress," he said.

"Wha-?" gasped Potter. "What?"

"It's over," said Severus as he smoothed down his robes, trying to focus his mind away from his own desperate hardness. "Put on your clothes."

Potter's brow furrowed. "But you-" He waved his hand at Severus's groin.

"This isn't the place for that, even if I were so inclined at this moment."

With shaking hands, Potter reached for his clothes. "It's okay if you- if you don't want to ... do anything. But at least let me touch you." He stood, cleaning his torso of come and sweat with a wave of his wand. He stretched out his other hand towards Severus, his palm up. "Please. Just sleep with me. Side-by-side."

Shaking his head, Severus began to speak, but Potter interrupted, "I won't ask you to have sex with me. I just ... I need to feel you close again. Please, Severus." He took another step closer, his hand almost touching Severus's arm. "It's been so long."

If he ended up in the same bed as Potter, he wouldn't be able to control himself. "Get dressed," Severus told him, turning away. Tomorrow, after he finished his commissions, he would attempt to contact the escort again.

"Let me give you a back massage," pleaded Potter. "You can leave your shirt on."

And leave his back open to Potter? He didn't trust him that much. "I'll be in my lab." He strode off without looking back.

Wednesday 21st July 10:00 AM

Although Severus woke promptly at seven a.m. each morning, he was well aware of the fact that escorts probably maintained a different schedule and he waited to call Andreros until he felt certain the man would at least be awake, if not by his phone. It was difficult to concentrate on his commissions with memories of the night before racing through his head, bolstered by fantasies of what would have happened if he'd not brought an end to the experiment.

When he heard the soft charm of his alarm, alerting him to the changing of the hour, he was already out of his lab, flying across the property to leave the Anti-Apparition wards. As soon as he could, he Apparated straight to London, found a place to conceal himself, Polyjuiced into one of his 'generic' forms, and Apparated to a busy city street to find the nearest phone booth.

Noting one nearby his Apparition point, he set up privacy charms before entering and dialing the number he had memorised.

Andreros answered on the second ring, "Hullo?"

Although Severus knew to whom he was speaking, he said, "Mr. Andreros, please."

"Speaking."

Severus took a breath and launched into the speech he had prepared in his disguised voice. Taking care to sound hesitant and friendly, he said, "Good morning. A friend of mine gave me your business card and suggested that you might be able to help me. There is a dinner party I have been invited to attend on the first of November, and I seek a companion. To be clear, I have no desire for ... intimacy. My sole purpose is to appease nagging relations. As I have been busy with my work, I have had no time to find a companion to take along. I realise that this may be an inconvenience for you, and I am prepared to offer you compensation equivalent to and above a normal evening's worth of work. My primary concern is that you'll be discreet yet entertaining. If you are interested, I'll insist on arranging a meeting with you within the next few days."

"Of course," murmured Andreros, "I insist on it, as well. Shall we dine together tomorrow evening?"

"I can arrange that."

"Very well. Meet me at seven at the restaurant Foliage in London."

After obtaining an address, Severus returned home, only to find Potter's traveling cloak hung up on the coat rack. It was unusual for the boy to be home during a workday and Severus called Kreacher.

"Where is Potter?"

"Master Harry is in his sleeping room," answered the house-elf with a scowl.

Was Potter sick? Severus strode to the wing with the bedrooms. Without knocking, he pushed open the door to Potter's bedroom.

Potter was standing in front of the mirror on his wardrobe's door, buttoning his shirt. He paused when he saw Severus's reflection. "Is something wrong?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

Potter's fingers resumed their work. "This crazy warlock decided that his neighbor was intent on killing him, and he set up traps around his home. When the neighbor complained about his behavior, we went to go talk to him and the traps went off. An acid bomb almost hit me. I set up a Shield Charm, but it splashed the edges of my robe and my shoe."

"Are you hurt? Let me see." Severus stepped into the room, glancing down at Potter's feet, which were encased in the shoes he typically wore to work.

"Not at all," answered Potter as he tucked in his shirt. "It didn't touch my skin at all; only damaged clothing that I already threw away. I normally keep an extra pair at work, but I forgot to replace the clothes the last time they were ruined."

A feminine voice said, "Cet homme est celui qui s'est faufilé dans ta chambre."4

Startled, Severus whipped out his wand, turning in the direction of the voice. There, in front of a field of flowers, stood a blonde woman dressed in what appeared to be an eighteenth century French ball gown. Paintings in bedrooms were always charmed to prevent occupants from other portraits entering their frames. How could she appear here? How long had she been there? Had she seen him spying on Potter?

"En fait?" asked Potter, his eyes darting between the woman in the painting and Severus's reflection.

They were speaking French. Potter spoke French-that was why Severus had wanted him to come with him to France-to interpret. Why had he set his safe password in a language Potter knew but he didn't?

The woman nodded and said, "Oui, j’en suis certain. Je reconnaîtrais son pif formidable n’importe où."

Potter grinned. Turning away from the mirror, he introduced them with a wave of his hand. "Severus, this is Emilie, Emilie, this is Severus. I found her in the library of the Ministry of Magic when researching your illness. She knows a lot about astronomy. I found another portrait of her and hung it in our library, but she prefers to stay in quiet rooms when she's not at the Ministry's library. She never knew you because you were taken ill before I brought her here." To the woman, he said, "Il est mon petit ami, celui dont je vous ai parlé."

With her eyes on Severus, she said, "Ah ... mon pauvre."

Severus frowned. From the way they spoke and kept looking at him, it seemed she knew he had been in Potter's rooms and she had told the boy. There was nothing he could do about it now. Raising his eyebrows at Potter, he asked, "You let portraits enter the guest bedrooms?"

Potter turned back to the mirror as he pulled on his Auror robes. "No, I let her come in here when I made it my room. I don't mind her company."

Severus straightened his back. "Don't ever let the portraits enter my room." With that order, Severus swept from the room.

Thursday 22nd July 6:54 PM

When Jason Andreros strode into the foyer of the restaurant, Severus's first thought was that he must have veela ancestry. Men who were handsome could rarely be called beautiful, yet Andreros was somehow masculine and beautiful at the same time. He stood tall, over six feet, with thick, carefully styled black hair that brushed the top of his collar. High cheekbones complemented his strong jaw and high forehead. The bronze highlights on his almond-coloured skin suggested days spent in the sun, yet the perfect skin was smooth and clear of wrinkles. He walked and stood as if he owned the place.

As Severus crossed the room to greet him, he felt all eyes-both male and female-on him, and he knew that his Polyjuice choice of a distinguished-looking business man, had been perfect. If he were to arrive and meet this man with his real face, everyone would have believed money backed their meeting.

"Mr. Andreros?" asked Severus. "I'm James Westbrook."

"Please, call me Jason," he said with an easy, white-toothed smile that was so friendly, Severus's own wasn't as forced as usual. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Even though Severus knew that Jason was treating him with such respect because he was a potential client, the room grew warm at the feel of Jason's strong, soft hand in his own. Jason's eyes weren't as black as they had appeared from a distance, but a startling dark blue like the belly of a peacock. The only other set of eyes that Severus had seen that could possibly compare in their brilliance belonged to Lily and her son. Jason gazed at Severus with an intensity unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He felt as if he were the only man in the room, and the only man Jason had ever wanted to look at.

Swallowing hard, Severus led Jason over to the maître d'. If the stiff-backed man knew what Jason was, he gave no sign of disapproval. On the contrary, he fawned over Jason, treating the man as if he were a member of the royal family. After they had been shown to their table and ordered drinks, Jason said, "I have always been told that it is best not to discuss business on an empty stomach. Besides, you intrigue me. You rang me at my private number, which I give to very few individuals. Tell me about yourself and-" He smiled. "-the ex-boyfriend."

Ex-boyfriend? How had Jason known about Potter? It was only through years of training as a spy that Severus controlled his reaction to only show a bit of confusion. Gripping his wand beneath the table, he asked, "Ex-boyfriend?"

The corners of his mouth tugging up, Jason toyed with the stem of his wineglass. "Men do not hire me to show off to relatives, they hire me to show off to ex-boyfriends. There is someone you wish to impress."

"Ah ... yes." Severus let himself smile. "There will be someone there I hope will take notice of the two of us."

Jason nodded. "Tell me about him."

"We were together for almost three years. I've changed, but he won't accept that." Leaning back, Severus crafted a story about a clingy, needy ex-boyfriend as he waited for the Veritaserum to take effect. Earlier, under the guise of examining the table to be sure that everything was perfect, he had laced Jason's water glass with a slow-acting version of the potion. The drug didn't take effect until after the main course had arrived, and then, as soon as Severus saw Jason's eyes begin to glaze as if he had had too much to drink, and heard his words begin to take on a flat, emotionless voice, he cast privacy wards around their table.

"What is your real name?" Severus asked.

"Scott Jones," said the man in a dull voice.

"Where do you live?"

"Forty-two Sloane Street, Knightsbridge, South West London, Great Britain, United Kingdom-"

"That's good enough." Reaching into his robes, Severus removed a picture of Harry and slid it across the table. "Have you slept with this man?"

Scott peered hard at the photo as if he were trying to decipher a code rather than recognise a face. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Harry. Yes, I've slept with him. Loads of times." His eyes glowed brightly. "He has one of the biggest cocks I've ever had. Absolutely gorgeous."

That slag! Severus's stomach twisted, but he forced himself to remain calm and focused. "When did you first sleep with him?"

"In February, earlier this year. We had sex loads of times after that."

The confirmation was a nail pierced through Severus's gut. The whore had been sleeping around while he was on his deathbed! "Listen to me," he growled, unwilling to hear any more. "Are you still sleeping with him?"

"No." Scott shook his head. "He stopped calling in the middle of April. I often think about him. I wonder what happened to Severus, his boyfriend. He was sick, so very, very sick-"

The whore didn't bother to hide his infidelity? "You knew about his sick boyfriend?"

"Of course I knew. His boyfriend hired me."

For a moment, Severus could do nothing but stare at Scott while the man rambled on about how 'very, very sick' Severus had been. Why would he hire someone to fuck Potter? Was he so perverted that he enjoyed watching another man fuck what belonged to him? When Severus once again had control of his voice, he asked, "Harry didn't hire you? Severus did?"

Scott nodded. "Severus hired me. When I arrived, I almost backed out because I could tell Harry was hesitant and was only doing it for Severus. So many times men hire me because they want to sleep with me. I don't want to interfere with relationships. If I feel that one partner wants it more than the other, I'll walk away. It was different with them, but then, I've never met another couple like them." Scott paused, as if caught in his memories, before he continued. "Severus hired me because he could barely move. He was bedridden and I got the impression he no longer had erections. Towards the end, he even stopped kissing Harry-he lacked the strength. He'd lie there, just looking at Harry. Always looking in his eyes. Most of the time, it was as if I weren't in the room. He never touched me once. Not even a bit. I didn't mind of course, I was hired as a way for Severus to pleasure Harry. That's all he cared about, making sure that Harry was happy, and it was the same with Harry. All he cared about was doing whatever pleased Severus, what made him happy.

"It wasn't hard to please Severus either. I swear, even though he couldn't actually get off, sometimes he seemed to come just by watching Harry's face. He-"

"Show me," demanded Severus. "Think of when you slept with Harry. Legilimens!"

With the effect of the Veritaserum, Scott's mind was a slow, vapid mix of memories. It was easy enough for Severus to latch onto one and pull it forward.

Severus lay on a bed, his face so thin and sallow, one might have thought him dead, had his eyes not been open and fixed on Potter. The boy lay naked beside him, one hand tangled in Severus's hair, the other clutching the bedsheets. Severus held him in a limp embrace, his left hand under Potter's shoulder, his right flaccid by his side.

"Oh fuck," Potter moaned as Scott sucked his cock, taking it all the way down his throat. "Oh…."

"Slower," said Severus, his intense black eyes focused on Potter's green.

Potter swore as Scott's head slowed over his cock. "Severus," he breathed, the name half-moan, half-plea.

"Suck his balls," said Severus, his eyes never leaving Potter's face. "But don't let him come, not yet."

"You fucking bastard," hissed Potter when Scott released his cock with a wet pop. He spread his legs and pressed his lips against Severus's, kissing him with a wild abandonment. Severus matched Potter's ferociousness with his own passion and when they broke apart, both panting, his voice was rough as he growled to Potter, "Fuck him. I want to watch you fuck him."

"Merlin, yes!" Potter kissed Severus again, then shot up to his knees.

"Bend over that," he ordered Scott, pointing at the headless thestral. "Over the side, so he can see my dick up your arse."

Severus left Scott's head. He had seen enough. There was no doubt in his mind that he had hired the escort.

"I've always wanted Harry to give me head," Scott was saying. "Severus loved to watch him lick and suck my fingers. That was the only part of my body Harry ever sucked or kissed. He refused to do anything else with his mouth: he said it was for Severus only. Severus didn't mind, but he'd let Harry do whatever he wanted, probably because it was hard to refuse a man with a mouth like that." Scott smiled and shook his head. "And what a talented mouth! I've never had anyone suck my fingers nearly half as well, or with as much enthusiasm, as Harry. The entire time he had my fingers in his mouth, I could think of nothing but how brilliant he'd be at sucking cock."

Severus had had his fingers in that talented mouth.

"I think," said Scott, lost in his words, "that was the reason Severus loved to see Harry do it. He loved to see the effect Harry had on me. He's a very handsome man, you know. Not as good-looking as me of course. He's got an average face and all those scars. Really, too many scars. But nice, nice body other than that. He takes care of himself. Beautiful cock. Choice arse-"

Scott, the most handsome man he'd ever seen, fancied Potter? It was easy to see why wizards were attracted to Potter in connection with his reputation, but never had Severus thought to consider that Potter would be desired for anything other than his power in the wizarding world.

Scott shook his head. "When I first met them, I couldn't believe that someone like Harry could be in a relationship with a man like Severus. I knew he had been ill for a while, but I saw pictures. He was not an attractive man even before he was sick, and he just got worse as his illness progressed. I remember thinking.... When I first arrived, I thought that Harry was a kept boy. He-"

"Kept boy?"

"The gay equivalent of a trophy wife. A handsome young man who stays with an older man for financial compensation. People can talk all they want about a man with a 'nice personality', but when it comes down to it, men want partners who look good. I've been with loads of-"

"How did you know Harry wasn't a kept boy?"

"He started paying me towards the end. Severus seemed too smart to allow a toy access to his bank accounts, even though he was dying. Besides, I've never seen a couple that devoted to each other. Even though I did everything I could to give Harry pleasure, nothing I did compared to the few things Severus did. Severus liked to tell me to try to get Harry off. It was a game between them. I'd work so hard to please Harry, but he'd hold back. He would be covered in sweat, his entire body shaking, but he wouldn't come until Severus told me to stop and touched Harry himself. Severus would whisper in his ear, trying to get him to break his concentration, and sometimes, Harry wouldn't be able to resist him and would come on a word alone." He shook his head. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I never tell anyone this."

The Veritaserum would soon leave Scott's system. With the drug lowering the man's defenses, it was easy for Severus to remove the memory of the questioning. Scott blinked a few times, then stared at his plate. In a clear voice, he said, "Forgive me, I was distracted by my plate. Have you ever seen such artful presentation?""

"No," answered Severus, his interest in Scott had evaporated, now that he had the information he needed. Releasing the wards of concealment, he distracted Scott with conversation until it was time to leave.

10:13 PM

"Where have you been?" Potter stood in the foyer, his arms crossed, watching as Severus took off his traveling cloak.

Even though he knew he had hired the escort, Severus couldn't get the images of Potter and Scott out of his head. How could he've stomached seeing the two of them together? He should have been enough for Potter. How could Potter have slept with another man while his boyfriend lay dying right in front of him? It was a mindset he could never, would never, understand. He would have never tolerated Lily with another man, and he saw no reason why he should tolerate that from Potter. Potter should've refused. Severus had been sick, he'd been dying, he'd not been in his right mind.

Without looking at the boy, Severus said, "I hired an escort."

Potter didn't say anything.

Severus turned to face him. Potter's skin had gone rather pallid and his arms were crossed high over his chest as if he were holding himself together.

In a calm voice, Severus asked, "Does that upset you?"

"Of course it upsets me!" Potter hugged himself tighter.

"You're angry at the idea of me sleeping with another man." Severus strode past him, walking to the sitting room.

Potter followed, his voice growing louder with each word. "How am I supposed to feel when you'll not sleep with me?"

Spinning around, Severus dropped into a sofa. Leaning back against the cushions, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Rolling his eyes, Potter said, "You know I do."

"Suck my cock?"

Potter sucked in a breath before he spat out, "Yes!"

"Take off your clothes." Severus waved his hand as if it didn't matter either way.

The lids of Potter's eyes dropped to half-mast. "And yours?"

"You'll find out, won't you?"

Swearing under his breath, Potter yanked off his tie, throwing it to the floor. He disrobed as if he was enraged with each article of clothing, ripping and tearing at them, tossing them around his feet until a litter of discarded cloth surrounded him like a carpet of freshly fallen leaves. Naked, his chest heaving, he stared at Severus. "There," he said. "I did it."

"Touch yourself."

"What?" Potter's eyes narrowed.

The boy was being deliberately obtuse. Arching an eyebrow, Severus slowly said, "I want you to masturbate."

Grabbing his dick, Potter yanked on it with all the finesse of a third year who had just discovered masturbation.

"Slower."

Potter glared, but his hand slowed over his cock. Giving an easy slide from tip to base, he asked, "Who did you really see?"

Each stroke of Potter's hand was almost like a stroke on his own cock. Feasting on the visual display before him, Severus asked, "What makes you think I didn't see an escort?"

"You still have a mystery to solve. You're paranoid as fuck. You'd never let a person get that close to your privates without a thorough vetting process and you've not been awake that long." He lifted his chin, his jaw set and his eyes glittering. "You want to make me angry. You want a reaction. If you can get one from me without doing any work, you'll do that. Well, you got your reaction. What'll you do now?" He pulled back his foreskin, exposing the darkening head of his cock. "Fuck me?"

Severus let his eyes drift over Potter's body as if he were evaluating a student-produced potion and, as usual, found the product wanting. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Tilting his head back, exposing the long curve of his neck, Potter said, "As much as you."

Arrogant as always, but the words were far more erotic than annoying. Hiding his desire, Severus said coolly, "Such arrogance. I see you've not learnt a thing."

Potter swirled his thumb around the engorged head of his cock before he resumed the rhythmic slide. His prick was already as thick as Severus's. "We've been together for years. If I'd not learned how to please you by now, I'd be a poor student, and trust me, I can learn if given proper motivation."

Severus's cock twitched at Potter's words, pressing uncomfortably tight against the confines of his garments, but he didn't dare reveal to Potter how aroused he was. "I'm amazed a dunderhead like you can learn anything at all."

"I've learned loads." His vivid eyes fixed on Severus, Potter lifted his free hand to his mouth and his red tongue darted out to slowly slide up his fingers. Watching Severus's face, he sucked two fingers into his mouth, his tongue chasing after them as they reemerged, only to plunge them back in again.

Scott's words rang through Severus's head. What a talented mouth! I've never had anyone suck my fingers nearly half as well, or with as much enthusiasm, as Harry. Severus stifled a groan. He wanted to yank Potter's hands away and let that wicked tongue slide all over his cock. The little cock tease pressed his tongue flat against his palm as he licked all the way from the base of his hand to the top of his middle finger. As Severus watched, entranced, Potter switched his hands, grabbing his prick with his saliva slickened palm and sliding the foreskin ever so slowly up and down over the rim of his glans. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, rolling them between his fingers.

"Mmm," moaned Potter, his hips languidly canting. "In your mind, it's been years since someone sucked your cock, hasn't it? You don't remember how good it was. It'll be like our first time all over again."

The slut! Potter was so desperate for his cock. How far would the boy go for just a taste? Scooting to the edge of the sofa, Severus spread his legs. "Come here." He pointed between his knees.

Licking his lips, Potter stepped forward.

It wouldn't be entertaining enough if he made it easy on the whore. "Crawl."

Potter dropped to his hands and knees, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He crawled like a cat stalking its prey, never taking his eyes off his target. His arse high in the air, his head lowered, he stared at Severus with his exquisite eyes as if daring Severus to stop him. When he reached Severus's knees, he said in a low, rough voice, "I want to suck you so bad. Ever since you woke up, I can't get the thought of your cock out of my head. Let me lick you." He raised a hand but Severus raised his.

"Stay there and don't move," commanded Severus. "Not until I tell you to."

Potter's eyes narrowed, but he sat back on his heels, dropping his hand.

"Spread your legs."

Grinning, Potter nudged his legs apart. "You want to see this?" Holding the rest of his body still, he waved his hard cock at Severus. "I get so fucking hard just thinking about you."

"Quiet."

"Look-"

He was always trying to take control. Severus arched an eyebrow at him and said, "If you want me to do anything with you at all, you'll obey me."

Potter's mouth thinned, but he didn't object.

For a moment, Severus just sat there and drank in the sight of Potter's powerful body kneeling before him. Although Potter wasn't as perfect as Scott, he did have his own charm with those strong, sinewy muscles and enormous prick. That impressive statement of desire was more than enough to make any man feel wanted, needed, but more than that, erotic. Potter's thick cock was due just to the idea of sucking Severus's. How could he deny at least showing the boy what he so clearly wanted?

His eyes drifting between Potter's face and cock, Severus slid his hands to his crotch. Pushing aside his outer robes, he picked up the bottom edge of his frock coat and popped a button through the opening. Potter sucked in a breath, his eyes fixed on Severus's groin as if it were a Snitch. Amazing. The boy had never been this attentive in class, this eager. Moving at a glacial speed, Severus trailed his hands up the cloth until he found the second button. He toyed with it a moment before he pushed it through as well. Two buttons undone and Potter looked as though he were a first-year who had somehow sneaked into Honeydukes. At the third, the cloth fell away enough to reveal Severus's trouser-clad erection. Potter made a small whimpering sound, deep in his throat, and Severus paused a moment to watch his fingers clench and unclenching on either side of his calves.

Once Potter had calmed somewhat, Severus popped the fourth button out, and pushed aside the cloth until only two articles of clothing remained between the air and the treasure that Potter so greatly desired. Potter leant forward, his eyes tracing the shape of Severus's privates. Severus straightened his back to easily reach the button at the top of his trousers. As he did so, a glint of light shone on the edge of Potter's cock, and he caught the sight of pre-come leaking from the slit. He smirked to himself. He had the boy hard and dripping and he'd not even taken out his dick.

He'd not cast any spells of protection or concealment and, in theory, anyone could walk into the sitting room at any time and find him exposed. After the Marauders had stripped him bare in front of the entire school population, Severus had never been able to stand the idea of leaving his body vulnerable to viewing, or to remove articles of clothing where others might see his nudity. However, Potter was entirely bare, and he knew laughter would not greet his penis this time. If anyone did intrude upon them, there would be no doubt as to just how attractive Harry Potter found Severus Snape. If James Potter could see his son now....

Severus pushed the top button of his trousers through the buttonhole. Potter made no move, his vivid eyes unwavering. The next button popped out and the next. Severus kept his hands over his groin, hiding from view what Potter craved as he worked his way down the buttons. When he reached the last one, he paused and stared at Potter until the boy's eyes flickered up, questioning why the show had stopped. Meeting his gaze, Severus popped open the last button and pushed the clothing to the side. Potter's eyes dropped down and a low moan escaped his throat when he saw the single button that remained-a small, solitary circle guarding the opening on Severus's pants.

Teasingly, Severus let his hands drift away from the button, from the cock straining against the thin cloth of his smalls. Potter gave a low growl, his body tensing, his hands curling into fists. Impatient himself, Severus was more than ready to gain some relief for his engorged prick, which was still tucked away in his constricting smalls. Relenting, he allowed his hands to return to his groin. Potter licked his lips as Severus pushed the button through its hole. Reaching inside the cloth, he grabbed his thick, hard flesh and pulled it out, letting his hand slide down his prick in a caress.

"Severus...." groaned Potter, his dick twitching as his eyes feasted on the massive cock before him.

Reaching into his smalls again, Severus freed his balls as well. Tight and hard against his perineum, he knew it wouldn't be long before they released their load, especially when those bright eyes were devouring him.

"You want to suck this?" Severus asked, letting his hand stroke lazily up and down the shaft.

"Fuck, yes." Potter shot forward, his hand flying up to grab Severus's cock.

"Don't. Move."

Potter froze, then slid back onto his knees, his hand dropping. He was closer than before, his face at eye level with Severus's cock, and just two handspans away.

"Just watch," ordered Severus as he wrapped his fingers around his fat prick and wanked himself. Careful to go slow enough to give Potter a good look at his cock, he let his fingers glide from the top of his balls to the tip of his engorged glans, balling his foreskin near the top.

"You're a bloody tease," Potter said, as he watched with eager anticipation, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"You want to lick it, don't you?"

"Yes," he breathed.

"Suck it into your mouth...."

"Oh! Please...." Potter leant forward, his lips parting.

"You want me to fuck your face, don't you?"

Potter moaned, "Fuck me." He yanked off his glasses, throwing them to the side. His lips curling up in an almost-snarl, he said, "I want your cock inside me. I want you to-"

Flashes of Scott popped into Severus's head. "You whore," he growled.

Frowning, Potter pulled back. "Don't call me that."

Severus ignored him. "Open your mouth."

Potter's gaze flickered between Severus's eyes and cock before he bent forward and opened his mouth.

"Close your eyes."

Potter hesitated, then obeyed.

Sliding his hand quicker, Severus pulled the foreskin up and down over the glans and worked himself to orgasm. He shifted closer to the edge of the sofa, and pressed his cock forward toward Potter's waiting mouth. Those soft lips had been delightful to rub his fingers against. How would it feel with the delicate skin of his cock? Severus slowly ran his red, swollen glans over the boy's warm lower lip. The feel of the smooth skin pressed against his own was like the purest silk, better than any fabric he had ever felt before. Pre-come leaked from his rigid cock, wetting the pliable flesh as he stroked his cock back and forth. A whimper escaped Potter's throat as Severus outlined his mouth.

At the sound of Potter's need, the pressure that had been building in Severus's groin exploded, and he came with a deep moan, his come spattering into Potter's hungry mouth. Release swept away his tension and he melted into the chair, watching as he painted the red tongue white. He jerked his penis up, splashing his spunk across Potter's face in a thick, creamy line that stretched from the middle of his scar to the base of his nose.

He milked himself until he was finished, letting out a final grunt of release. Potter opened his eyes and flicked out his tongue, licking the trace remains of come from the softening glans. Severus hissed and yanked his sensitive cock-head away from the soft, yet rough, tongue. Potter made no move to clean the come off his face, his intense eyes never leaving Severus's. He looked so delightfully debauched kneeling there, his legs still spread, his cock still hard, an eager hunger still clouding his eyes.

For a moment, the inane notion of leaning forward and cleaning his own come off of Potter's flushed face with his tongue crowded all rational thought from Severus's head, but he swiftly returned to his senses and tucked his cock back in his trousers. He needed to leave the room before he gave in to Potter's desires. He'd make the boy wait longer, until the slut was begging openly, wantonly, for a chance to be fucked by him.

"Go away." He waved his hand to shoo Potter away as he adjusted his clothing. "I'm finished with you."

"Severus-"

Severus shot a glare at Potter. "I didn't give you permission to speak."

A spark of anger lit in Potter's eyes, and he curled his fists. Severus half-expected to be hit, but then, Potter seemed to think better of it, and the anger faded. Sighing, he Summoned his clothes. He turned away from Severus as he pulled them on, hiding his cock from view, and casting cleaning spells under his breath.

Triumphant, Severus settled back against the sofa cushions and pulled out a scroll to read.

After a bit, Potter approached his side cleaned and dressed. Severus lowered his scroll, prepared to yell at the boy. But, too quick for him to respond, Potter bent and kissed him on the cheek, then slipped out of Severus's arm's reach. "Goodnight, mon renard," he said before he strode from the room.

4. French: Emilie: "That is the man who entered your room at night."
Harry: "Really?"
Emilie: "Yes, I'm certain. I'd recognize that giant nose anywhere."
Harry: This is my boyfriend, the one I told you about.
Emilie: Ah... poor thing."

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