Ficlet: Proper Incentive
Title: Proper Incentive

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Word Count: 1500-ish

Summary: Ficlet in the I Dream of Harry universe, written for the_con_cept as part of my Ficlet Fest. The ex-genie Hahree needs lessons to become a proper wizard.

Beta: Thanks go to rubyrosered for the 11th hour beta!

Rating: R-ish

Proper Incentive


"Lumos!"

There was a sputter of wand-light, not nearly enough to light the inside of a genie bottle, much less the entire room.

"Lumos!" More determination but less sputter. Severus sighed, pretending to read his Evening Prophet.

"Master?"

Severus looked up. "Severus," he corrected, less sternly than he ought.

"Severus," Hahree said, flopping down on the couch beside Severus's armchair. "Do all wizards really learn to do this as children?" His legs, in their gauzy trousers, moved together restlessly, one foot rubbing impatiently on the carpet.

Folding up the paper, Severus looked at the ex-genie. "Most of them," he admitted, though it made Hahree look very cross.

Tapping his wand on his leg several times before getting determinedly back to his feet, Hahree said, "I shall practice harder then."

"Perhaps you need some incentive," Severus said, tapping the folded paper against the arm of the chair.

Hahree turned to look at him. "That sounds good, master!" he said, then, with equal enthusiasm, "What means this 'incentive'?"

Severus snorted softly. "It means we spend more time making love than practicing your spell work."

Hahree drew himself up. "Oh, then I do not need an incentive at all!" The motion pulled his tiny green vest tighter across his chest, momentarily exposing his nipples, and momentarily distracting Severus.

Severus waved away his objection, getting to his own feet. Hahree looked at him warily until he came up behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his exposed waist. It took only a moment until he felt the slight body relax into his. Severus held him, chin rubbing through his hair. No amount of Hogwarts soap would make Hahree smell less than the exotic creature he'd been.

"Do you remember that first night, when you came out of the bottle, right over there?" Severus said, lowering his mouth very close to Hahree's ear.

Hahree shivered slightly, looking at the mantel where his bottle--stoppered now--still rested. "Oh, yes, master!"

"And how you took myself and Professor Lupin to ancient Baghdad to prove who--and what--you were?" He chuckled slightly, breath ghosting against Hahree's hair. "How you lifted us both right up on this very carpet and we passed through time and space on your merest thought."

"I will never forget it, master!" Hahree said, his hands closing over Severus's, squeezing. His arse pressed back against Severus as he continued to hold him, swaying slightly now as if buffeted by desert breezes. Then Severus sighed and Hahree craned his head to look at him.

"Would that we'd been alone that night and could have made love on a flying carpet," Severus said, arousal creeping into his voice.

"That would have been very romantic, master," Hahree agreed. Severus waited, for it only took a scant second. "We could do that right now!" Hahree said, then amended, "Well, not the ancient Baghdad part, for that magic is lost to me--"

Severus licked over Hahree's ear. "It isn't the ancient Baghdad part that was so...intriguing," he said, turning Hahree around without letting him out of the circle of his arms. Hahree's eyes gleamed with excitement. Pressing his lips together, he pulled the wand out of one of the gold armbands he wore around his upper arms, swishing and flicking it at the carpet beneath their feet. With barely a wobble it rose several inches into the air.

Hahree laughed with delight, pulling Severus down as the old carpet undulated under them. "Oh, yes, just what I had in mind," Severus said, allowing himself to be stretched out and straddled, kissed and kneaded. The carpet rose a little higher, as if mirroring the state of Severus's cock. "Think how much nicer this would be if we were naked," he said, sliding his own arms up Hahree's arms. He sighed expressively. "Too bad there isn't much room on this thing."

Hahree looked thoughtful, fingers going still on the endless buttons of Severus's shirt. He brightened and reached for his wand again. "I am not supposed to know this one, master," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Deshabillescus!" he said, with a corkscrew motion of his wand. The buttons of Severus's shirt fell open, pulled apart as if by invisible hands. Hahree lifted up, with the athleticism of the young, as the spell worked on Severus's trousers, unfastening them as they melted down his legs. Hahree had much less to take off, a short vest that was no excuse for a shirt but which he insisted on wearing, and gauzy trousers that never failed to draw Severus's eye to the pert arse outlined in them.

Both were flung over the side to the floor, somewhere below.

Wriggling down Severus's legs, feet dangling in the knotted fringe of the carpet, Hahree kissed down his belly, rubbing his nose in the thickening hair just below Severus's navel. Severus groaned, arching back when his tongue moved lower. The carpet dipped, and the lamp, normally overhead but now disconcertingly close to eye level, flickered. He slid his fingers into Hahree's hair, more to foster the illusion of stability, than to keep him still. His mouth, which was indeed much more practiced at this than murmuring spells, was moving as driftingly as the carpet.

"Harry, please," Severus said and Hahree looked up at him, smiling impishly around the fleshy part of Severus's prick.

"Hmm, I should like to please you, master, but I believe you need some incentive," he said, with a lick like a punctuation mark.

"Wha--" Severus's eyes narrowed. "You are quite a wicked genie, aren't you?"

"I am a wizard now, Severus," he said, aiming his wand at the discarded pile of clothing somewhere on the floor. "Accio Hahree's favorite scented oil," he said with a perfect flick.

Severus remembered to put his hand out in time as the bottle smacked into it, though it was hard to remember anything with Hahree wriggling on him like that, shifting and lifting himself around the other way, waggling the arse in question. Hahree looked over his shoulder. "Is this incentive enough? If I want your touch and not a spell?" Bending over Severus's knees he slid one hand behind his balls, rubbing the wrinkled skin of his arse. "Here?"

"No one could resist you," Severus said, pulling the cork out of the bottle.

"As long as you cannot, master," Hahree said, the sibilants of the title hissing slightly as Severus's finger rubbed the first slick of lotion against his skin. He lifted up, the carpet swaying obligingly, so Severus could sink his finger inside. At Hahree's soft moan, he pushed in further, spreading the gleaming oil into every crevice. Hahree lifted up, knees bracketing both hips as Severus added another finger. "Oh, oh," he said, voice no more than a moan. "This is really good incentive!"

Hands on his belly, Hahree lifted up, sinking slowly onto Severus's prick. Severus held it steady, until he had to move his hand away, bringing the other one up to cup both pert cheeks. His fingers made pink dimples in the pale skin, pushing up each time Hahree sank down on him. He felt rather than saw when Hahree reached around for his own cock. The carpet spun a little, adjusting to this added motion, undulating against Severus's back.

Hahree arched, the ridge of his spine aligning as he shot up, knob by knob, head dropping back as his hand flew faster. With a gasp, he lifted nearly off Severus's cock. The sight was so erotic, Severus didn't mind, hand sliding along his back, one still cupping Hahree's arse. Slowly Hahree sank back down, hand falling away from his prick.

Severus gave him a moment, then thrust back up, Hahree rising and falling to meet him, moaning happily when Severus bucked up, shaking, sending the tassles whirling as he came endlessly inside Hahree. Dimly he felt the carpet moving, air flowing over his damp body as they landed on something softer than the floor. Opening his eyes, he recognized the ceiling of his own bedroom as well as the messy head peering down at him.

Once his eyes were open he saw Hahree reach again for his wand and do a perfectly acceptable cleaning spell before wriggling down beside him. They were, according to Severus's back, on the carpet, on the bed. "Master?" Hahree cleared his throat before being corrected. "Severus?" He curled beside Severus, sliding his Scourgified hand across his chest.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Perhaps I was a little hasty, before, when I said I did not need this incentive."

"Hmm," Severus said, covering Hahree's hand with his own and reaching for his wand, doing the curling motion that would drag the blanket up over them before replacing the wand on the bedside table. "Perhaps I was a little too hasty when I said you weren't practicing properly."

"I do try very hard," Hahree said. "Some spells are just more difficult...without the proper incentive."