Harry shifted slightly in the bed he shared with Severus to find the space next to his empty. He was lying on his stomach, arms wrapped around a pillow. "Severus?" he asked, voice hoarse from sleep. Something slid up his bare leg. Something familiar. Harry looked over his equally bare shoulder. "There you are," he said, shifting to Parseltongue.
"Didn't mean to wake you," Snape replied in the same tongue, made possible because he currently occupied the form of a four-foot black snake.
"You didn't," Harry replied, with a grin as he rolled over. "This did."
Eyeing the revealed erection, the snake glided over his thigh, tongue flickering over the top of Harry's cock. "It looks so much bigger from this angle," the snake said, tail scooping up Harry's balls with a delicacy that Harry would not have thought possible before getting to know one extraordinary snake.
"Hey!" Harry said. "You never complained before." So Snape, in human form, was a bit larger than he was. Okay, a lot larger.
"Not complaining," Snape-as-snake said, wrapping a bracing coil around said endowment. "'s nice." The pointed head rubbed against the spongy tip. Harry liked the way Snape's vocabulary downsized when bound by the language of snakes. There just weren't words like 'dunderhead' in Parseltongue.
"Come back to bed," Harry said, scratching the snake on the head. The snake shifted its coils like a strumpet lifting her skirts. Harry groaned at the friction it caused, then felt the sinewy tail slide down his cleft, the muscled tip circling his hole with serpentine concentration.
"Sure?" the snake asked temptingly, upping the ante with just the slightest nudge inside.
Harry wrapped his hand around the part of his prick not covered by snake and spoke, as if to the universe at large. "What I wouldn't give right now for a lovely cock inside me. Wherever shall I find one?"
Snape transformed with the crackle of magic, and the air shimmered around them. "Impudent whelp. You want cock, I'll give you cock," he said with a growl.
Harry had not gone to the Quidditch tryouts as he'd planned the summer after he'd been a groundskeeper at Hogwarts. He looked down at his lightly tanned, well-muscled arms. You don't get that from playing Quidditch, he thought, seeing the grass waving in front of him. He was lying outside under a tree, on a blanket a few yards from the cottage he and Severus had hired for a few months.
Instead he'd taken Severus up on his offer to take a year off himself and see what there was of the world. They'd been to places Harry had only ever imagined, and made love in most of them. From the crowded back room of an American nightclub to a memorable near-miss in the men's room of the Louvre, he'd discovered Snape had an unexpected adventurous streak.
The waving grass parted to reveal the gleaming black snake. Harry looked up from his paperback and smiled as the snake glided onto his oiled back. He liked it that in snake form, Severus was very tactile.
"I've been having a talk with some of the local snakes," the snake said, head very close to Harry's ear. Too close--the darting tongue tickled. "A plant very much like our local wolfsbane grows near here. I'll go have a look at it tomorrow."
Harry, who was very warm, despite being in the shade of the tree, stretched, allowing his legs to spread wider over the blanket. As expected a thick tail dropped between them, rubbing the backs of his balls sensuously. "Tomorrow?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Mmmmm," the snake said, tail again tormenting the sensitive nerves around his entrance. "You know how randy I get in this form."
Instead of replying, Harry got up on his hands and knees, exposing himself even further. The snake groaned, not easy in Parseltongue, as it translated mostly as 'the prey got away'. Harry groaned too but in his case it meant exactly what it sounded like.
He felt the exploratory push, much like a finger, but Harry knew that was no finger. Like a finger, though, it moved in and out of him rapidly, just the tip. The hard coils slithered down his back, wrapping once around his thigh as the head moved under him. Harry arched higher and felt the loop of the sinuous body wrap around his cock.
"Just like--oh god!--old times?" he gasped, as the single coil began to move up and down on his prick. "Tease," he said accusingly when the tail slipped in a little more.
"I love you when you're like this," came the slightly muffled voice from his inverted lap.
"Getting ready to be fucked by a snake?" Harry gasped.
"I wouldn't -" the snake began, releasing him abruptly. Harry made a frustrated noise and used his hand to take up where the snake had left off. Snape transformed in a sprawl over Harry, and rolled him onto his back. "Your days of snake wanking are over," he said, leaning down for a kiss. Eagerly Harry slid his hands around Snape's neck.
"Want you," Harry said dreamily, as something more satisfying than a snake tail filled him. "Don't care how."
Afterward they lay in an untidy tangle underneath the tree, Severus's head resting on Harry's shoulder as they stared upward into the lush foliage. "I was just teasing, you know," Severus said finally. "I would never -"
Harry found the energy to move, but just an arm to drape over Severus' sternum. "You said you wanted to, once. Do you remember?"
"Well, I -" Severus began. Harry felt his arm being shifted so that Severus could roll over, still in the crook of his arm, but facing him. With his long legs stretching to the edge of the blanket, and his inky black eyes, Harry wondered how he couldn't have known his friend the snake was Snape. He thought briefly about asking him to transform, just so he could scritch the top of the snake's head, but decided he liked the feel of all that naked skin against his too much.
"I didn't even remotely imagine anything like this," Severus went on, looking at Harry earnestly. "I mean, not even as a fantasy. I never knew it could be so--"
Harry covered up his inability to take it further with a smile. "Who knew you'd have such a gift for al fresco sex?" he asked teasingly, rumpling Severus's damp hair. A strand of the jet black stuff clung to his cheek, and Harry watched him brush it away impatiently.
"A bit of the snake in me, I suppose," Severus said gratefully.
"It wasn't the snake that wanted to do it in that temple in Egypt and almost got us thrown out of the country," Harry rebutted.
A smug smile creased Snape's expressive mouth. "Almost got you thrown out, you mean."
Harry rolled his eyes in mock indignation. "I think the only reason they didn't throw me out was because I claimed I was seduced by an incorrigible older man."
"I was there. I saw that disgustingly wide-eyed innocent look you gave that policeman. As if anyone who ever knew you could believe you were ever innocent." Severus' chin dropped to Harry's shoulder. Almost as an afterthought he licked a bit of sweat from Harry's skin.
"Not everyone has known me since I was eleven!" Harry protested. "Besides, I got us out of it, didn't I? Despite no help at all from the serpent half of this relationship."
Harry woke up alone a few days later but knew Severus had left early to meet with the local snakes. Getting garden variety snakes to understand the concept of time had been challenging, and they'd finally agreed on a dawn meeting to look for the local herbs Severus was interested in.
Knowing Severus was gliding around outside, however, was not making Harry's erection go away. He debated briefly taking care of it, but decided being a bit needy was just how he wanted to be right now.
So he was awake and dressed and leaning casually over the kitchen counter, backside to the door, the local paper spread out in front of him, when he heard the screen door squeak. He'd guessed that Severus, his mission, no doubt a success, would be rushing back to bed to awaken Harry and…celebrate.
"Well," he heard from the kitchen floor as something glided past his bare ankle. "Isn't this -" The snake wound its way up Harry's leg, and over the flimsy fabric of the flimsy shorts he'd put on.
"Tempting?" Harry said, smiling over his shoulder as the snake glided over it and onto the wooden counter.
"Just so," the snake said, its pointed head close enough to Harry's cheek to tickle as the tongue darted out. The snake ran its head along Harry's cheek, undulating slightly under his hair. "You've obviously got something in mind," it said, the hiss sounding almost like a purr in anticipation.
Harry spread his legs a little wider, liking the way the soft fabric of the tiny shorts rubbed his cock. "Just feeling," he began, guiding the lower half of the snake between his legs. "Nostalgic."
The snake wiggled appreciatively, arching its head back to watch Harry, as the tail slid inside the silky shorts. With a strong flip over Harry's hips, the shorts were sliding to his ankles. Harry's cock, no longer even slightly hindered, sprang free. He felt a coil wrap around it, leaving the top half of the snake weaving in mid-air around his chest.
Harry pulled out the tube of stuff they'd bought in Egypt--before the temple incident--and unscrewed the lid. In front of him the triangular head arched, the tiny tongue flicking the air, scenting the fragrant oil.
He squeezed a bit onto the high split of his cleft and trailed the snake tail through it in a downward stroke. "You don't -" the snake said, sputtering, if possible without saliva.
"C'mon," Harry said, his voice thick with arousal. The coil around him had tightened a bit. "It isn't any weirder than when you stroked me off in the middle of the Minister's dinner party."
The sinewy tail slid the oil downward through Harry's cleft, swirling around the edges of his opening. "At least there aren't, oh god," Harry said, as the tip of that agile tail tickled around his entrance, then slipped slightly inside. "250 people wondering why I applauded his speech so enthusiastically. Oh yes, just like that." He spread his legs a bit wider, bracing his elbows on the sturdy counter.
"Let me," the snake said, a bit breathlessly. "No, I need more leverage."
Harry felt more pressure on his cock, and looked down as another black coil looped around it. "Leverage is good," he said, as the tail slipped further in. "Leverage is my new favorite word."
His hips were moving with it, just as if Severus were standing behind him, his own cock pounding into Harry. The rhythm was slower, sensuous rather than frantic. Then, a muffled swear word from the vicinity of his waist.
"Wha -?" he began only be cut off by an urgent hiss.
"Where's your wand?" the snake rasped, easing out very slowly with a sound that made Harry wince.
"Aren't you wrapped around it?" Harry asked, lifting the top coil encouragingly.
"Accio it," the snake said, sounding a bit desperate now.
"No need," Harry said, fumbling beneath the newspaper. He'd never quite got out of the habit of keeping it near. "Er, what now?"
"Lubricating charm--hurry!" the snake commanded.
Harry nodded, mumbling the words wrong once before getting it right. They didn't usually use spells for this, preferring the intimacy of slick fingers and slippery tongues for the purpose. He felt the tingle of the spell coating him and the soft, nearly imperceptible sigh of snake relief.
A tentative touch of tail at his entrance, then an experimental wiggle. "Better?" Harry said, looking over his shoulder, craning to see down his back, wishing he'd thought to put a mirror in the kitchen. He felt the ring of muscle ease open as more snake tail went inside. "Oh, much better," he breathed, answering his own question.
"Scales got stuck going out," the snake said, proving that it was no longer a problem as he glided his tail out. "Might have to do a bit of repair later." Harry was too far gone to ask whether he meant to the snake's scales or to Harry's own arse, as the tail slid in far enough to brush across that spot that sent ripples of sensation scooting up his spine. Coils shifted on his cock, stroking it back to pre-scale crisis proportions.
"So, Harry, where's this new boyfriend you've been--" The voice startled them both, coming from the cottage door, left open when Severus had glided in. Remus stood in the door, taking in the sight of Harry, his arse bare save for a length of snake protruding from it. "Er, hiding?"
"Remus?" Harry said, trying frantically to decide what to try to hide first. The snake fell away from his leg, whipping its coils into a straight line and bolting for the door, narrowly missing Remus's foot as it slid out the door and into the tall grass.
"Your new boyfriend is a snake?" Remus asked, staring after the snake while Harry struggled into his shorts.
"No!" Harry tucked himself away, not difficult now that his prick was practically retreating inside his body. "That was Severus!"
"Severus Snape?" Remus asked, staring again into the grass.
"How many Severus's do you know?" Harry asked, running an exasperated hand through his hair.
"Snape is a snake?" Remus turned back to Harry at last, confusion coloring his features.
Harry came over to the door and looked out into the yard but saw no sign of his erstwhile lover.
"Harry, were you--" Remus looked at him strangely then turned to gaze out into the yard again. "With a snake?"
With a sigh, Harry gestured for Remus to come inside. "You'd better sit down so I can explain."
After Remus left, looking not entirely satisfied but much less mortified, Harry went out into the yard, making his way to the blanket under the tree. There was a glint of scales just peeking under one corner.
"You can come out, he's gone," he called, plopping down into the middle of the blanket. Slowly the pointed head emerged, swaying just out of Harry's reach. "Come here," he said gruffly and the snake wiggled onto the blanket. "You could have stayed," he said, scritching the top of Severus's head.
"When I'm a snake, I think like a snake." There was a ripple over the blanket and suddenly Harry was scritching Severus's hair. "What did you tell him?"
Harry shrugged, sliding his fingers into Severus's hair. "That I loved you and--"
Severus made an impatient noise. "I mean about what we were doing when he barged in?"
Harry combed his fingers down the back of Severus's neck. "Oh that. I Obliviated him."
The head under his fingers turned so quickly, Harry got a few hairs caught in his fingers. "You didn't!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course I didn't!" He shook his head and pulled Severus's head back into his lap. "Honestly, you really do think like a snake, don't you?"
"I do, I really do."
"Anyway, it's Remus--he has a right to know who I'm sleeping with," Harry went on, spreading his legs out to accommodate Severus as he leaned back.
"Even if it's a snake?" Severus asked, tilting his head to look up at Harry. "If it's any consolation, I don't think we could have done it as a snake."
Harry laughed and leaned down and nuzzled his mouth. "You aren't always a snake," he said. "But you're always tempting."