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Guh, my muses are all over the place. I wanted to write more Damaged, I really did. Came up with this, though. I'm not complainin':)

Title: Take
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rated: NC 17
Summary: Urges cannot be suppressed forever.
Warning: Noncon, or dub-con, if you squint.
A/N: Sequel to Want

Urges cannot be suppressed forever.

He uses this fact, this undeniable, unquestionable fact, to justify his actions. When Potter closes the door behind him, he doesn't stop to think. In three short, quick moves, he closes the distance between them.

"Professor?" Potter asks, surprised, after Severus locks the door and casts a silencing charm. The bewilderment is still on his face when Severus turns, green eyes wide and confused. He had not expected to be locked in for detention. Certainly not for the usual bid of cleaning the empty jars or bottling dried slugs. Severus doesn't stop to explain- he reaches out and grabs Potter by the neck, pushing him backwards.


"Professor?" Potter repeats, his voice squeaky with the pressure on his windpipe, and Snape wants. And after five years, his willpower has popped. He wants, and he will take.

Potter makes a little sound of distress when he's pushed down, grunting as the backs of his thighs hit the desk, sending ink bottles and quills and parchment onto the floor. Severus doesn't say anything; he simply pops open the first few buttons of the boy's trousers and slips his hand in, hand cupping the limp, warm flesh through the thin cotton of the boy's pants.

"What the- get off me!"

Potter's hands slap at his shoulders and his legs are kicking, but Severus traps one wrist and twists it behind Potter's back, making him arch closer and presenting Snape with white cotton and a row of pale buttons and that garish Gryffindor tie.

He tugs it up to loosen it, taking it off Potter's neck and deftly tying it around his wrists. He slips his fingers between the buttons of the white, pristine uniform shirt and tugs. Buttons fly and he pushes the shirt aside, faced with a lovely expanse of rosy flesh.

"Professor, please, stop," Potter begs, sounding scared for the first time in five years, and Severus revels in it as he puts his hands on Potter's thighs to keep him still. Fucking loves it, and he gets more when he leans in to lick a rosy nipple, lick and suck and bite it into hardness.

Potter moans despite himself, arching against him, and as any boy would, he gets hard. Severus can feel it against his stomach and he growls in triumph, biting into the boy's nipple viciously and slips one hand back into his trousers, past his pants. Firm, sure strokes, and Potter's hips twitched beneath his grip. He did not particularly care why.

"Please," Potter breathes, muscles in his thigh clenching and unclenching as Severus strokes, intent on the lovely cock in his hand as it turned from pink to bright, moist red, precome slipping down from the slit. "Please, sir, s-stop."

And it's a good thing that he knows Potter is a little liar, can see it in his eyes and in the way his muscles move, straining toward Severus' hand despite all protest to the contrary, because he doesn't want to stop. Green eyes are alight with anger until Severus roughly runs his thumb over the boy's slit- they flutter closed, then, and Potter's cries are music in his ears.

He lets go of Potter's cock and stares down at it, getting further proof for Potter's deceitful nature when Potter reacts with a desperate cry. He flicks his wand and Potter makes another delightfully distressed sound when they disappear.

"Professor, professor, don't-"

He slips his hand around Potter's lower back and down until he cups one buttock in the palm of his hand. He squeezes, rapping it with his fingers softly as his other hand cups Potter's balls. He rolls them in his hand as his finger teases Potter's hole, tickling and caressing twitching muscle tense under his hands.

He has little consideration for what Potter may or may not want. It is time for him to learn that he cannot expect to get what he wants from everyone, least of all Severus. He pushes in.

Potter screams, his entire body arching away from the dry, invading digit, and if it wasn't for the firm grip on his balls he would have in all likelihood rolled to the floor and crawled away. There is pain on his face, sweet, beautiful pain and Severus can't help himself; he bends, puts his lips to Potter's and slips his tongue inside, tasting fear and panic and confusion as his finger wriggles inside Potter and his cock twitches in sympathy. Oh, to feel that tightness around him, he thinks as he teases Potter's tongue, trying to draw it out.

Potter bites him. Sinks his teeth into Severus' tongue like a bloody animal, hanging on even while Severus tries to draw back. He hangs on until Severus twists his finger inside him and probes viciously, dry touch on Potter's prostate makes him scream again and Severus is free.

The gentleness is gone from him. He grabs Potter's cock viciously, jerking it roughly in time with his probing finger. He coaxes another in and Potter wails, eyes wide and mouth slack open at the pain.

"Do not bite me again," Severus orders and Potter nods frantically, trembling as a trapped bird in the palm of Severus' hand, eyes wide with fear and arousal. For there is that, as evidenced by the hard, dripping erection in Severus' firm grip.

Severus feels his lips stretch in a feral smile as he hooks one arm under Potter's knee and hoists it up. He slips his fingers out of Potter and unbuttons his own trousers, pulling his cock out. He spits on his fingers and smears it clumsily on his cock. He does not want to be chafed, after all.

The rest of the moisture goes into Potter, cursorily wiped to allow entrance and then he pulls the boy's hips into position and nudges the head of his cock against the twitching, wrinkled muscle.

"God, oh God please, stop," Potter begs, panting harshly and staring up at him pleadingly.

"Look at you, Potter," he purrs, and guides the tip of his erection to stay still against Potter's hole before giving that pretty, bobbing erection a nice, firm stroke that makes Potter moan. "You love it. Look how hard you are, how wet. You're starving for it, you little slut-" and pushes in with Potter's flinch, and the ragged scream makes his body tingle as he's halfway wrapped in snug, tight heat.

Potter shakes his head, grimacing in pain even as Severus continues to stroke him, keeping him hard, forcing him to accept. Another thrust, a few inches more and he's buried balls-deep in Potter's body, and Potter's tears spring free, dripping down the sides of his face and his eyes squeeze shut.

He grabs Potter's free leg and hooks it over his shoulder, and begins to move slowly, slowly, or he wouldn't last- little in-and-out movements that wrench ragged sobs from Potter's chest and tease his passion to greater heights. A tiny nudge in the right direction and Potter's hips jerk uselessly, striving for more contact and he groans- such a lovely sound. He pulls out completely, waits long enough to hear the cry of relief and then in, making Potter's entire body jerk in surprise, in pain. He does it again, and again, and Potter makes a pained, keening noise at the back of his throat, his legs flailing helplessly in the air and Severus smiles a vicious, merciless smile that makes Potter look away and no. We cannot have that.

"Look at me," he growls, and when Potter doesn't comply he reaches down and twist his balls until he has no choice. Green eyes meet his and they're disgusted, they're terrified, they're angry, they're- yes!- burning with need, and he begins to move.

He keeps his movements hard and sharp even as he leans in and slips his tongue around Potter's ear, sucking on his earlobe with wet little noises and wrenches moans from Potter's lips. "Yes, you love it, don't you?"

"N-no," Potter breathes, but there's no conviction in his voice and his entire body is ablaze with the contradictory moans that follow. "Ugh, God, ohhhh, no."

"Yesss," Severus moans, barely able to control his thrusts and keep them on the spot. Nudging that spot again and again until Potter is nothing but a trembling mass of limbs and need beneath him, and green eyes roll back before his head follows revealing a long, smooth expanse of neck that makes Severus burn.

And oh, to bite that neck. To mark the boy so plainly that everyone would see, that everyone would know that he was claimed. To make him bleed, make him scar so that every time he looks in the mirror, every time he feels a lover's touch, he'll remember this.

"Ohh, ohhh Gods, please-"

And that word makes him freeze. Potter's whole body clenches in protest when he does, hips jerking in a phantom rhythm that no longer is. Severus wants to scream victory to the world, but all he does is whisper: "Please, what, Harry?"

And it may be a cliché, it might have been used a thousand times, but he's willing to bet all the galleons in his safe that Potter had never heard it before and that's all that matters, really, when Potter's cheeks grow even more flushed and he shakes his head.

"Want me to stop, Potter?" he purrs, beginning to pull out and Potter shakes his head, and a new wash of tears wells up along with the self loathing in his eyes. "Little slut."

Potter looks away when Severus slides back in, slowly, indulging in the boy's expression, and the way his body sings with want. "Please what? Please, this?"

He wraps his hand around Potter's cock and strokes it in time with his thrusts- fast and hard and deep, and Potter arches into it like a wanton whore, moaning a string of incoherent sounds and coming all over Severus' hand. The warm, snug channel around him spasms and constricts with Potter's orgasm and he grabs Potter's hips, jerking him back forcefully as he picks up the pace, faster, faster- and he comes inside the boy, feeling the spread of moisture as his own sperm spills out.

He slumps over Potter's body for a few seconds, resting his head on the boy's trembling sternum before pulling out, wrenching a pained moan from the boy beneath him. He cleans himself with his own wand and dresses, but leaves Potter's hole dripping even as he charms the boy's clothes back on.

He suppresses a delighted smile when Potter doesn't get up. He simply lays there, splayed and shaking on his desk, and Severus grabs his shirt, pulls him up to a seating position, and Potter flinches, grimacing in pain and settling on his side. He steps closer and wraps his arms around the boy's shaking form to untie his wrists. He rearranges the tie around Potter's neck as Potter rubs the blood back to his wrists, allowing his thumb to trace Potter's neck when he tightens the knot.

Potter wraps his arms around himself and stares at his shoes, charmed back to place just as easily as they had been charmed away. Severus watches him struggle with himself until he looks up, not quite meeting Severus eye to eye as he takes breath to speak, and Severus raises his wand.



( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
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May. 4th, 2006 02:04 pm (UTC)
Sore ass and sticky pants, can't forget that:)
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May. 5th, 2006 02:39 pm (UTC)
You're welcome? Glad you liked!
May. 8th, 2006 08:18 am (UTC)
that is just sick and twisted.

must be why i loved it :oD

great job!
May. 8th, 2006 02:45 pm (UTC)
Nice loved the ending realy unexpected
May. 8th, 2006 03:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
May. 11th, 2006 05:05 pm (UTC)
woohoo *fans self* *fans self more*
That was hot.Snape doen't get off until he is sure that Harry was completly humiliated.
I really expected he was going to take what he wants and then oblivate Harry.
Thank you*hugs*
May. 14th, 2006 05:39 am (UTC)
Thanks. I try:)
May. 14th, 2006 10:31 am (UTC)
Oh that was lovely. Fulfilled my need for non/dub con. I loved how you described the emotions on Harry's face. Gah. Hot.

Thank you!
May. 14th, 2006 11:56 am (UTC)
Thank you. Glad you liked:)
May. 16th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC)
Hi, that was incredibly hot. That's exactly what I need with my dub-con/chan/Snarry. Mmmmm.
May. 16th, 2006 07:42 am (UTC)
Glad you liked:)
May. 16th, 2006 09:48 pm (UTC)
We just wanted to let you know that we've recommended this story on the snarry_reader.

This journal contains a fairly comprehensive list of those Snape/Harry stories, art and meta we've most enjoyed. It's a work-in-progress as we're still adding stories and writing summaries/reviews. If there’s a different site you’d like us to link your story to, or any other changes you'd like us to make, please let us know. We've put a general warning of potential NC-17 content at the top of our list.

Gaycrow, on behalf of the Reader
May. 17th, 2006 11:34 am (UTC)
Wow. Really? Thanks!
May. 20th, 2006 02:15 pm (UTC)
Would you mind linking to it on http://visionfades.boscardin.org/take.html ?
May. 22nd, 2006 03:19 am (UTC)
Link changed.
Link changed now. :)

Gaycrow, on behalf of the Snarry Reader
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