Robustly Sane

Something for Post Terminus Blues

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:43:51 GMT

ventrous has a poll here about a possible Washington, DC Slashy get together. Go check it out and maybe come play!

ETA There may or may not be Snarry pants involved. Just sayin'.

God, I Can't Wait For This One!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:10:01 GMT

Thank you!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 01:11:34 GMT

I'm so happy I got bids in my Live Long and Marry auction! Thanks so much to everyone who bid on me and especially to rory8 for the incredibly generous bid! I'm very anxious to get started on the story you've won! I think I can promise, with the sort of story you've chosen that it will be looooong!

Nearly Off To Portus!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 01:04:00 GMT

I'm so excited about Portus this weekend! I'm all packed--I think…I'm not bringing any porn, which feels weird! I am bringing a couple of surprises…including the crackiest costume ever for the Masquerade Ball!

*bounces impatiently* Is it Thursday yet?

In other fannish news, I've finally gotten the majority of my stories uploaded to both Skyehawke and Walking the Plank, thanks to Snarry Games amnesty. Honestly, I hadn't even uploaded my Merry Smutmas from 06 yet! *hangs head in shame* I just have a few things yet to archive, mostly co-written things, like the this dirty wrong piece of priest porn I posted with isidore13. We really should post more of that, Isi…just sayin'...

And the best for last--thanks so much for bidding on me over on Live Long N Marry I'm just so…amazed at everyone's generosity and I'm looking forward to tackling whatever story the winning bidder desires!

*tries to look sultry*

*fails miserably*

Eastern Media Con?

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 01:19:55 GMT

Because my f-list knows everything and has been everywhere--Has anyone ever been to Eastern Media Con 2008? Anyone have any idea what the con is like? I've heard it's pretty slash friendly!

A bunch of HP fans are meeting up that weekend to see ~~naked Dan~~ Equus in New York City on October 4th and also attending the con that weekend. If you're going to the con or Equus that weekend, want to have a meet-up somewhere in the city?

Don't Leave Me Hanging, Please!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 03:24:08 GMT

Shamelessly ganked from sansa1970

I've gone and put myself up on the auction block! Over here on livelongnmarry

What is it? Live Long And Marry is a fandom auction to benefit marriage equality. Bidding begins July 1st, just after midnight Pacific time and you have about two weeks to bid.

What's the cause? The auction will raise money for the fight against the California initiative, which will legally destroy existing same-sex marriages and ban any further ones. If the initiative passes, it will write discrimination into the state constitution, and annul existing marriages.

How can I help? You can bid on fanfic, original fic, vids, cookies, memorabilia, critique/betas, and much more! Or you can offer your skills and services as a writer, vidder, baker, knitter, or whatever else you'd like.

There's not much HP yet over there! Come on over and take a look and make a difference!

Eep!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:11:56 GMT

Real life considerations have kicked in with one of the people I'm rooming with for Portus, the Harry Potter conference in Dallas in a few weeks. If you're going and need room space, let me know! I've got two other very nice ladies who'd love to share! Comment if you're interested!

Fic Post: HP Wankfest Fic, First Among the Living.

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:04:42 GMT

Now that the reveals are up, I can confess to this bit of wankery!

Title: First Among The Living
Author: DementorDelta
Character: Harry Potter
Location: The Dungeons of Hogwarts
Object: The Resurrection Stone
Other Characters: Severus Snape
Rating: Adult
Warnings: None
Word Count:2400
Disclaimer: So disclaimed.
Author's Notes: Harry uses a magical object in a manner not approved by the manufacturer. Gratefully beta-read by cruisedirector.

First Among the Living

Harry Potter wasn't altogether stupid, though it took at plate of Kreacher's sandwiches, with the crusts painstakingly cut off, to remind him. He put down the last sandwich, tugging out the watercress and rolling the bread into a ball and thinking. It wasn't easy, not after everything else he'd been through today. It felt like he'd used up his quotient of thinking sometime in the vault at Gringotts, and he'd still had to defeat the Dark Lord and save the world right after.

It felt like it ought to be later than it was, as though the sun ought to be moving visibly overhead like a cartoon to show how much time had passed. Yet, there it hung, still waiting to bring the longest day in Harry's life to a close. He still had plenty of late spring light as he headed into the forest, trying to trace the path he'd taken earlier when he'd come into the forest to die. Luckily he'd only been mostly dead.

That stand of trees--hadn't he seen his parents, then Sirius, and at last Remus silhouetted against it, their shadowy forms given temporary life by the Resurrection Stone? Harry peered at the oddly shaped trunks and decided this was the spot, and looked around on the forest floor, just about to get out his wand to cast more light, when he spotted it. The black stone looked as out of place on the forest floor--sleek and glistening, cracked down the center--as Harry himself would look in the Gaunt's hovel.

He hesitated a moment before picking it up, looking around the forest as though afraid of being observed. No ghosts appeared when he touched the stone; no specters shimmered into being when his fingers clutched around it. He tossed it once in his palm and put it in his pocket.

He didn't know why he wanted the Resurrection Stone back after he'd told Dumbledore's portrait that it was better off lost in the forest. Except he did want it. He patted his pocket as he trudged up the stairs into Hogwarts.

Or perhaps he just didn't want anyone else to have it.

He started up the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower, avoiding the Great Hall, only to be told, quite sternly, that the dorms and common room were being used to tend the wounded.

Harry blinked on the landing, exhaustion catching up with him swiftly now that he'd found the stone again. He swayed, having used up his supply of thinking again, and grabbed onto the banister.

The stairway shifted, the entire staircase moving to connect with an entirely different one, this one leading down. Obligingly Harry followed it, then trudged down another, this time unimpeded as he realized he was heading down to the dungeons.

There was nothing stirring down here, not even dust or echoes of his own footfalls. Everything looked untouched by the battle that had stormed overhead. The Potions classroom looked as if everyone had just stepped out for tea, though the idea of Snape allowing that made Harry grin a bit manically. Books and cauldrons were stacked untouched amidst dead things in jars that Snape had treasured so--

His feet moved him on before the memory of Snape became overwhelming, past the classroom, towards Snape's office. Harry had no idea whether Snape had even used this room as an office during his term as headmaster, but it still bore Snape's unquestionable influence. Harry had spent enough time in here, between detentions and Occlumency lessons, to see that it too seemed untouched by the battle that had taken place. More dead things lined the walls, staring at him through glass.

No one was there. No one would be coming back to claim the books and the dead things because Snape was himself a dead thing now. Hysterical giggles rose up in Harry's chest, imagining Snape in a huge glass jar, glaring at him forever through his brine.

Harry swayed again, suddenly needing to get away from the rows of staring eyes, pushing his way through the door in the back of Snape's office. Like most of the professors, Snape had his bedroom behind his office. Harry stumbled in blindly, half expecting the sort of trap Moody had laid for Snape at Grimmauld Place.

Nothing stirred at all. After a moment, Harry looked around, too tired to be curious, but making certain there wasn't anything dead in here, not unless he himself had never returned from that phantom realm of King's Cross and was simply waiting for the pronouncement of his death to make it so.

Suddenly Harry tapped his pocket again. He had the stone, didn't he? With a burst of giddy energy, he threw himself on Snape's neatly made four poster, one hand rubbing over the stone in his trouser pocket.

He wasn't dead.

Harry fell asleep at once.

He awoke in exactly the same position, his fingers slack against the bulge of the stone, nestled flat on his back in Snape's surprisingly comfortable bed. He had no idea if he'd slept two hours or two days. He wasn't as hungry as he ought to be if he'd slept two days, he reassured himself, still having a belly full of Kreacher's sandwiches.

Wriggling and stretching, he marveled again at how comfortable Snape's bed was. Trust Snape to have a really nice bed and still be an unmitigated bastard.

Though perhaps, his conscience reminded him, not entirely unmitigated. The memories he'd shared with Snape tumbled through his mind again, at his own pace this time and not in a heated rush to see what information they contained that might help him defeat Voldemort.

Snape as a child, Snape on a train, Snape saving Harry's arse yet again. Snape lying on this very bed, hand sliding into his trousers…

Wait.

That hadn't been in the Pensieve the first time, had it? Surely he would have remembered if Snape had moaned softly like that, wouldn't he?

Harry could see it so vividly, the long legs stretched over the same duvet, the lank hair resting on the mound of pillows where Harry's own head now reposed. The unguarded look on Snape's face as he licked his lips had definitely never been inside that vial of memories.

The fingers that were thicker than Harry's, stained and worn, creeping under the waistband of black trousers then out and over the front, over the tell-tale mound just there. Harry's eyes widened as he realized Snape wasn't the only one who had an erection.

Harry's hand slid away from his pocket and over the front of his own jeans. The not-memory, or whatever it was, slowly undid Snape's trouser buttons, fingers sliding inside where Harry couldn't see. Then they were back, rubbing the fronts of Snape's pants, teasing the shape that Harry could see more clearly now that his own hand slid open his zipper in a hasty move to catch up. This memory was vivid, more so than all the ones Harry had witnessed earlier, and he wondered if it was more recent. Snape certainly looked like he had the last time Harry had seen him, though he'd certainly not looked this relaxed.

More strokes--the memory was in no hurry despite the fact that Harry's cock tried to speed it up. Harry had his own cock free of his pants long before the memory Snape did. Harry moaned as Snape peeled down his pants, both cocks springing up as one.

The memory reached for something out of Harry's range of vision, then Snape's hand returned, glistening now as slippery fingers coated his cock. Unerringly Harry's hand reached for the same slippery vial but the nightstand was bare. Struck by brilliance, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Resurrection Stone. The curve of it fit perfectly in his palm on one side and against his cock on the other. Harry was sliding it over his prick before he even thought to see what the memory was doing.

Ah, not so very different then, pulling and tugging, fingers flying now. Harry looked for Memory Snape's other hand and saw that it had disappeared beneath his shirt, angled toward one nipple so Harry did the same. Rubbing the stone over the tip of his cock to slick it, he hissed slightly as he dragged it over the soft head.

He turned the stone over, seeking the coolness again and arched into it, hissing again as he smoothed it up and down his heated flesh.

Memory Snape's hips also left the bed, pushing up into fingers still slick with whatever he'd used, not so slippery that they couldn't pull the foreskin over the head of his prick.

"I like that too," Harry moaned, echoing the movement, shivering slightly as the stone disappeared around the resulting pocket before Harry pushed it down again. Brushing the stone over the head again, Harry brought it to his lips and licked it, tasting himself--salty and thick--before turning the stone around again on his cock.

Harry was nearly too far gone to see what the memory was doing, only that their strokes seemed to speed along at the same pace, dipping down to rasp across both sets of balls at nearly the same moment. Harry gasped as if another set of fingers had touched him.

No fingers but his own, the stone warmed now to the temperature of his cock, twisting, moving, hard and good, so good. Harry wondered if his cheeks were as flushed as the memory of Snape's but didn't take his hand away from his cock to see. He knew they were both breathing in short little gasps, almost as if the echo of Snape's was ghosting around his ear.

Snape's head moved from side to side just as Harry's did, cheek moving against the soft pillow. Harry wished briefly that he'd taken the time to take off his trousers and pants, but it had seemed wrong to actually look like he was planning to wank in Snape's bed. Since Snape's memory didn't, Harry hadn't either.

Instead he slid the hand out from under his shirt and around his balls, shifting the stone around once more so he could reach both cock and bollocks, fingers more urgent now, the stone nearly hot with friction, tingling against his skin, like magic, like Snape, oh god, Snape.

Harry's eyes closed as he arched against his hand, the memory just as vivid in the darkness. Snape was arching too, mouth moving nearly soundlessly, just the slightest whisper, close enough to Harry's ear that it practically tickled.

"Harry--"

Oh god, oh fuck, his release was pouring out of him, lush spurts covering the Resurrection Stone, making it slippery in Harry's fingers. He held on until he was spent, prick twitching against the slick stone.

"Snape," he said quietly.

"What?" came the hoarse reply.

Harry's eyes flew open. Snape, looking just exactly as he had in the memory, lay beside him in the bed, blinking like he'd just woken from sleep, staring at Harry. This was no ghost, no Pensieve shade. Snape's cheeks were still flushed from his orgasm, cock angry and soft between his legs.

"You're--" Harry began, fighting the conflicting urges to cover himself, cover Snape, or flee the room entirely.

"Not quite as dead as you hoped?" Snape said, making a face and looking down as if just realizing his hands were sticky.

"No! I--" Harry tried again, reaching down with his own non-sticky hand to poke Snape in the arm.

"What necromancy is this?" Snape demanded, his eyes glittering with suspicion as he swiped his hand on his pants before tucking himself away.

"Not…not necromancy," Harry said slowly, half afraid the man would disappear if he looked away. "The stone." He held it up, just as a drop of ropy semen went splat against his leg. "I turned it three times and said your name."

"Then I shouldn't be real," Snape said, with the air of someone working out a scientific problem rather than someone contemplating his own rise from the dead. He slid his fingers down the sleeve where Harry had just poked him. "I'm solid, aren't I?"

"Dead solid," Harry replied and they both winced. "It must have been the stone. It tingled and I thought it was just a really good wank." He flushed. "Well, it was a really good wank. But it may have…done something."

"Done something? Done something?." Snape glared at the stone. "Do you mean to tell me you took an ancient, very powerful magical object of unknown, potentially dark origins and…and wanked with it?"

"Um. Yeah."

Snape started mumbling something that sounded worse than any of the things he'd ever said to Harry in class--and some of those had been pretty bad.

"Wait, look, you're alive aren't you?" Harry said in his own defense.

"Presumably."

Harry poked him again, taking care not to use his wet finger. "You feel alive. You definitely sound alive."

"For how long? We don't know what the stone's properties are. What if you wank again, and it kills me?"

"Oh. I didn't think of that," Harry said mournfully. In truth he hadn't thought of bringing Snape back in the first place but now that he had, he was pretty glad.

Snape opened his mouth. Harry was pretty sure to blister him about not thinking, but he cut him off the only way he could think of.

"Mmmph!" Snape pulled back from the admittedly inexpert kiss and stared at Harry.

"Being alive has got to be better than being dead," he said quickly before Snape could regroup.

"If your name is Harry Potter," Snape said, but he looked more put out about that than he did about the kiss so Harry did it again.

"Don't you want to be alive?" Harry asked, watching Snape's eyes trying to go back into focus.

"Only if the condition is permanent," Snape replied, initiating the kiss this time.

"No one is alive permanently," Harry said with an undignified giggle. He felt he had a right to be a bit undignified after everything he'd been through in the last few hours.

"I'd like to be the first," Snape countered, kissing him again when he'd stopped giggling.

"You will be," Harry said breathlessly before realizing he'd misconstrued Snape's meaning. Snape stared at him again but Harry wasn't about to take it back. By the time he'd finished kissing Snape, he didn't think either of them cared exactly what he'd meant.

Happiest of Birthdays!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 00:18:10 GMT

To two lovely ladies!

Happy Birthday ptyx!

and

Happy Birthday djin7!

Fandom wouldn't be the same without you both!

Snarry Catch-phrase?

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Fri, 30 May 2008 00:08:04 GMT

Help me, oh mighty F-list, you're my only hope! I'm looking for a Snarry related catch-phrase, something along the lines of the text of my icon: Harry Potter and His Half-Blood Prince. Which, I love, but I'm looking for something different for a special project. Any ideas?

Pimping Snarry Meet-Ups!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Wed, 28 May 2008 00:53:50 GMT

There's a new comm for planning the Snarry meet-up at Portus, the HP conf in Dallas this summer. You can find the comm, snarry_portus over here!

Go join and help plan a kick-ass meet-up!

Snarry Meet Up at Terminus?

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Wed, 21 May 2008 03:25:52 GMT

If you're interested in a Snarry meet-up at Terminus, hustle on over to snarry_terminus and fill out this poll.

Fannish Stuffs

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sat, 03 May 2008 00:12:52 GMT

Ack, sorry for being such a bad fangirl! I went to the Pittsburgh ComiCon last weekend to ogle Darth Vader, er, Dave Prowse, the still fit body builder who played him, then got stickie with the awesome joanwilder and yes, that's how it's spelled. It's a dessert--the stickie--not joanwilder--and it's made of yummy!

Next fannish outing is the fabulousness that is Con.txt where I plan to hang out and be a happy, happy fangirl.

Speaking of Con.txt, a good friend from another fandom is going to be there, vdiamond. V. has gone pro, writing gay slash and is celebrating the release of a short story collection! Check it out on LJ and Go V.! (Sorry, V is on LJ only!)

ETA Got a care package from accioslash! Sort of consolation for not being able to go to the Niagra Falls meet-up this weekend! Thank you so much, sweetie--I hope you ladies (and The A) are having a great time!

Happy Dancing!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 00:54:57 GMT

My snarry_games story is up! It's called That Place In the Dark!

Go Team Phoenix!

Almost There!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 02:37:15 GMT

2008 SNARRY GAMES - CAN YOU HANDLE THE HEAT?

Snarry at Terminus Y/Y?

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 03:51:49 GMT

The lovely aliciamasters has created a comm for those of us wanting to meet other Snarry shippers at Terminus. It's here on IJ.

There's more info in her post about it here.

Go check them out!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:56:52 GMT

Happy Birthday accioslash!

To one of the people who make fandom more fun!

Talk Me Out of It...Or Not...

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 00:16:58 GMT

So, I was in a craft store the other day, despite being just about the least crafty person on the planet. As I was wandering down the scrapbook aisle I thought, wouldn't it be funny if Harry kept a scrapbook about his life with Snape?

Uh oh. But how much fun would that be, using Snarry fan art instead of photos?

So, now I want to do it. Except I'm really not crafty and it would probably just be a lot of pictures with girly hearts around them. And I don't really want to do it--do I?

*whimper*

Any fan art suggestions to get me started? Not that I'm going to do it or anything.

Where did I put my girly heart stickers?

Motivated!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 23:43:50 GMT

I finally got motivated and booked hotel rooms for Pittsburgh Comic Con, Con.Txt (an all-slash con near Washington, DC), Portus the HP conference in Dallas, and Terminus, the HP conference in Chicago.

Does anyone know if there are Snarry meet ups planned for either of the two HP conferences?

And does anyone need a room for Portus?

Ides of March Fic Post: Tempted

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 15:26:49 GMT

Title: Tempted

Author: DementorDelta

Pairing: Snape/Harry, some Snake/Harry

Rating: Adult

Word count: approx. 2660

Summary: Harry and his friend the snake set out on a life of adventure. And snake wanking. Sequel to Parseltongue-tied

Author's Notes: Ficlet written as part of my Ficlet Fest for angela_snape, djin7, accioslash,
slashpine, oogie4u and animehime who all wanted "Some more Parseltongue-tied", and especially for xena_2001de for encouraging such perviness. Original story written before Books 5-7, so sequel is hopelessly non-canon compliant.

Gratefully beta-read by cruisedirector

Tempted

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."

Happy Birthday, Veni!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 01:26:46 GMT

Happy Birthday venivincere!

You deserve the best!

Happy Birthday, Cel! Part 2 of 2!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 01:08:16 GMT

Title: The Dirty Shirt 3
Authors: cruisedirector and dementordelta
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warnings: PWP. LTR. Watersports. Spanking. Bondage. A bit of D/s. Romance.
Summary: "You don't think I'm a wicked boy who needs a spanking?"
Words: ~4700
Notes: Sequel to "The Dirty Shirt" and "The Dirty Shirt 2". More Happy Birthday celandineb!

Severus woke to the feeling of something wet and warm pouring over his body, soaking into his skin through the flimsy sheet that separated him from Harry. The sheet must have slipped between them in sleep; Severus did not like anything that kept him from touching Harry in every place he could make contact, even asleep. When he had found himself making this observation, he had told himself that it was because Harry had killed Voldemort and saved Severus's life, which likely had left residual magic between them.

What was between them now, however, was much hotter than magic. Harry was pissing on him, smirking in the dim room as he relieved himself with a noisy hiss over Severus's groin. Severus could not see the stream spraying out of Harry's cock but even so, it was no less arousing to be held down and soaked like this. He moaned, his own cock jerking, unsure whether it wanted to get hard or empty his own full bladder.

"Going to lick you clean and drink you," Harry whispered.

That cast the deciding vote -- Severus's prick leaped to full awareness. "Dirty boy!" he moaned, the last vestiges of sleep swirling away. The tangy, salty scent of piss filled his nostrils as he slid his hand around his prick, spreading the splashing liquid over it and stroking himself.

Harry grinned, rubbing the tip of his own prick against Severus's, watching piss coat his fingers. "Not as dirty as I'm going to be," he promised. The yellow stream sputtered out, spilling between Severus's legs and wetting his arsehole. He was not going to beg Harry to fuck him again...not until after he'd got his cock sucked, at least. "Besides, you're completely filthy at the moment," added Harry, inspecting his handiwork as he squeezed his cock empty, sending droplets of piss over Severus's belly. "You need..."

Severus was already moaning helplessly as the dark head lowered, licking first at the gleaming spatters of piss near his navel, then into his pubic hair. His cock stood at full attention in his hand. "Please," he whimpered, trying to move it into range of Harry's tongue.

"You need me," Harry said, his voice gone low and breathy. He gave Severus's cock a broad lick, looking up from beneath his fringe as if in inquiry.

Severus decided to answer even if it had not been a question. Harry's need to be reassured of his desirability had come up before, and was a very small price to pay for the pleasure of his company. Particularly in bed. "I need you," Severus assented, combing his fingers through Harry's hair. The perfect pink lips smiled around his cock, sucking noisily before releasing the head and dipping down to kiss and lick the underside of the shaft clean.

"You need me," Harry continued, "to make you come..." His tongue swiped Severus's balls. "And then you need to me to suck you like this..." Harry shifted, mouth sliding up Severus's cock to slurp at the head again. "Until you start to piss." The tongue slid into the slit and Harry hummed as if eating something wonderful. "And then I'm going to drink it while you watch and you're going to love every second."

If Severus did not know for a fact that Harry had never learned Legilimency properly, he would have believed that Harry had stolen one of his fantasies, pulled right out of thoughts that had grown increasingly daring as Severus discovered just how naughty Harry could be and how very much they both enjoyed it. He shuddered helplessly, twitching against Harry's tongue. "I will," he agreed. "Love every second."

"Good," said Harry, smiling at him just as sweetly. "Because I might want you to suck me while I drink you. Want to come in your mouth."

Moaning, Severus watched the pulse in his cock throbbing against Harry's lips. He was eager to obey, content for Harry to take the lead in this naughty scenario. "Want it all," he said, wriggling his fingers in his own drenched pubic hair and licking the fingers slowly.

Harry's answering moan was rewarding. "Want every drop," countered Harry, repeating the motion, fellating one finger showily.

"I'll give it to you," Severus promised, dragging out his reply, watching Harry suck the fingers clean. His cock was twitching but he was in no hurry to end this drawn-out pleasure. Slowly Harry slipped the last finger from his mouth and licked just as showily around the head of Severus's cock. "I'll give you every dirty thing you want."

"Every?" Pausing, Harry grinned around Severus's cock. "You don't think I'm a wicked boy who needs a spanking?"

Groaning, Severus shut his eyes as his cock jerked against Harry's extended tongue. He thought he might come merely listening to Harry talk. But he also knew a request when he heard one, no matter how it had been worded. "I think you're going to get that, too."

Harry put on a frightened pout that had not fooled Snape as a teacher and did not for a moment make him doubt that Harry wanted this as much as he did. "Over my knees, Potter," he said, in his sternest voice. The pout blossomed into a grin, quickly masked as Harry nodded obediently.

"Yes, sir!" Harry said with an eagerness he'd never displayed as a student as he wriggled over Severus's wet knees.

"Wicked boy," barked Severus in the fiercest voice he could summon with his cock pressing into Harry's belly. He brought his hand down carefully, not wishing to cause sufficient pain to ruin the mood, but Harry only groaned and thrust down against him.

"Oh god yes! So wicked!" Severus smacked the other cheek, watching the handprint he'd left turn from white to red to pink. "Need to be punished, sir!"

A roster of sins seemed called for. Severus rubbed the fading handprint. "It was very wicked to piss on me before I was even awake," he said, lifting his hand again. Harry was thrashing his cock desperately against Severus's thigh.

"Couldn't help it," Harry moaned, the moan changing quickly to a yelp as Severus brought his hand down.

"Couldn't help it, what," Severus said, sliding his hand over the pinking cheek.

"Couldn't help it, sir!," Harry panted. "Wanted to soak you!"

Severus's cock jerked as he smacked Harry again, only barely holding in a moan. "Then you could help it --" Slap! "-- and you made a choice." Slap!

Harry's buttocks were now equally pink and his cock was thrusting wildly against Severus. "I know I was wicked!" he wailed. "I'm very wicked! You should put me in my place, sir!"

"This is your place," Severus announced, the deep satisfaction he felt resounding in his voice. "In my bed. Over my knees. Or on your knees."

"Or fucking you into the mattress," grunted Harry, who then yelped as Severus spanked him once more.

Severus's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Fucking you into the mattress, sir," he said, lifting his fingers to flutter lightly over the curve of Harry's arse, teasing instead of punishing now.

"Yes, sir!" Harry said, squirming, more slowly now, more rhythmically, eyes glazing over.

Severus slapped him again, harder. Harry yelped. "You are not to come until your cock is buried inside my arse!"

"I can't bury my cock in your arse in this position! Sir!" objected Harry, pressing against Severus's thigh rather urgently. Somewhat reluctantly, Severus released him, letting his hand slide across the bright pink buttocks as they moved over the wet, darkened sheets.

He rolled onto all fours, thrusting his arse back at Harry. Behind him he could hear the pop of a vial being uncorked and the slippery sound of lube being slicked over a cock. "Don't forget," Harry added, "I'll fuck you till you come, but then I want your cock in my mouth."

"Fuck, yes," Severus said, rocking several times on his hands and knees. For anyone else he'd hate to expose himself like this, his body and its vulnerabilities, but Harry had never balked at taking the pleasure Severus offered and gave freely in return. "If I last," he added, nearly too softly for Harry to hear.

Nearly. "You'll last," Harry said, pinching the skin just between his arse and leg. Severus yelped. "Or you'll be the one over my knees!" To emphasize his point, Harry delivered a single smack across a buttock before rubbing a lube-slicked finger around and just inside Severus, who groaned in surprise. He had never allowed anyone to hit him in a sexual situation; if anyone had ever tried, he would have delivered a painful hex. But when Harry did it, just as when he gave Severus orders and made demands, it only excited him. "So tight," Harry moaned in approval, withdrawing the finger, even though Severus was still somewhat slick from being fucked the night before.

With no further stretching, Harry pressed the head of his cock against Severus's hole and pushed very slowly, entering, withdrawing, entering again, until Severus was shuddering with need. "Fuck me!"

"I'm going to," Harry said, his own voice rough with arousal. "Going to fuck you so hard!" There was nothing original in the words but they felt good to hear, just as Harry's prick felt good in Severus's arse, just as Harry belonged solely to him. And he to Harry, to be honest, now that they'd discovered they brought out something so satisfying in each other.

"Yes, oh fuck," Severus moaned, his voice ragged with the need Harry was denying him until Harry found his own release. Harry's hips snapped, slamming Severus forward, forcing him to brace on his hands. His cock jerked in the air below his belly, but he did not dare stroke it. "Please," he groaned.

"Oh yes," Harry panted, fingers digging into Severus's hips, thighs slapping against him as he thrust forcefully in. "Going to fuck you and going to come...oh god...going to come in your arse, fuck!"

A noise leaked out of Severus's throat, probably the most undignified sound he'd ever made but he was so far beyond caring that he made it again, a keening whimper of need. "Yes, oh god, come inside me!" he begged, "Use me!" Harry's fingers were leaving bruises -- the idea made Severus's cock throb even harder. With a long shudder that must have started in the balls of his feet, Harry slammed in for a final time, crying out incoherently what might have been Severus's name, shaking hard enough in his release to rock the bed.

Even though he had not touched himself, Severus could feel his balls tightening; he could not escape the feeling of Harry's cock buried in his arse, nor the memory of Harry's piss pouring over his body and the promise that Harry wanted Severus to do the same in his mouth. "Fuck," he grunted, shuddering all over. "Harry -- please -- can't wait --"

He felt Harry shift behind him, sliding his cock free, then found himself tumbled to the bed in a most undignified way, or at least he would have thought so had it not had the result of rolling Severus onto his back. "Come for me, then," said Harry, sliding down and wrapping his lips around the head of Severus's still-dirty cock.

Severus needed no further urging. Bucking up into Harry's mouth, Severus's prick nearly exploded with relief, balls so tight they almost hurt as they brushed Severus's thighs. Almost. The rasp of pain melded with the exquisite wet heat of Harry's mouth, sending Severus toppling over the edge of desire. "Fuck, oh god," he groaned, spilling himself endlessly until the room seemed to go gray around him.

He felt Harry licking him clean, then nuzzling his groin. "Happy now?" asked Harry, slurping noisily.

"Merlin's balls, yes," Severus whispered hoarsely.

"Rather have your balls." Harry's laugh sent a cool breeze wafting over Severus's cock, reminding him that he still urgently needed to empty his bladder. "But right now I want something else."

Severus didn't even need to think to start the flow. It seemed to pour out of him as easily as his orgasm had. A hot burst spurted out of the tip of his prick and it felt so good to relieve himself that he didn't care where the jet was aimed. "Oh god, I hope this is what you wanted," he moaned.

Harry hummed approvingly as the stream hissed against his cheek, running down off his chin and dripping back onto Severus's thigh. "Love it when you piss for me," he said, taking Severus's spraying cock into his hand and angling it upward. A moment later Severus moaned again as he watched Harry lower his face to the fountaining piss and drink from it. He felt Harry's tongue flicking out to taste the spot on his cock just above the slit from which the piss was pouring out.

The sight of Harry bending toward his prick was so erotic that Severus would have come instantly if his prick had been able to do more than pour out hot piss. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm always going to do it just like this if you're going to keep drinking it," he moaned. He felt Harry's lips curling into a smirk but he remained clamped to Severus's prick.

Severus wished he could keep pissing, but in a few more moments the stream began to sputter off, despite the encouragement of Harry's tongue licking the sensitive spot on the head of his cock and the intensely arousing sound of Harry swallowing mouthfuls of hot liquid. He shuddered softly as he finished and Harry slurped his mouth free. "I love that," announced Harry. "And I love you, too."

Still breathless with pleasure, Severus could only gape at him. "You love me...because I'll piss for you?" he asked stupidly.

"No, I love you because you can't keep your hands off me, and you enjoy every dirty, completely perverted thing I suggest, and you've made it clear that having me in your bed makes you happy," Harry said with a rather dangerous look on his face. Closing his mouth slowly, Severus nodded. That was all true. "And you know what else, I think you love me too, or you'd never let yourself admit how much you love having me piss on you."

Severus sniffed. "Fairly certain of yourself, aren't you?" he said, knowing he wouldn't fool Harry by not denying it.

Harry surveyed the wet sheets, drawing his gaze up to Severus's face. "Fairly," he said, flopping down on a sizable wet spot and pulling himself in for a kiss that Severus had no wish to deny him. Harry tasted like piss and come and Severus liked it far better than he ever would have expected. His cock throbbed only feebly, having come so recently, but he rubbed it against Harry's, which twitched back in response. "I love the way you kiss, too," Harry said breathlessly when Severus drew back for air. "I mean, I'm covered in your piss and you still kiss me like you can't wait to have my tongue in your mouth."

"My tongue was in your mouth," Severus noted haughtily. "And I love you covered in my piss."

As he had expected, Harry smiled. "That sounds like love to me," Harry said, his shorter legs wiggling in between Severus's.

"Not just very perverted affection?" Severus asked, watching Harry lick his lips as he leaned in again for another kiss.

"Oh, yes," Harry said, brushing his mouth over Severus's. "That too."

"Perhaps it is love then," Severus murmured. He had expected Harry to be pleased with this response and reward him with more kisses, and frowned when Harry drew back.

"Perhaps?"

"...very likely?"

Harry appeared pensive as he reached for his wand, and Severus expected to find his arse slicked. He yelped as his arms suddenly jerked up when Harry said, "Incarcerous!", binding Severus's wrists to the headboard. Smirking down at him, Harry added, "I see you need additional proof."

A smirk stretched Severus's mouth as well that he made no effort to hide. "What do you think this will prove?" he asked, tugging more for show on the ropes that had snaked around his wrists than from any desire to be free. Free from the bed, or from Harry. Which was, he supposed as much proof that either of them needed, though he wasn't going to dissuade Harry from proving it to him on a more -- he rolled his fingers into a fist and flexed his arms, causing the ropes to creak -- a more fundamental level.

"I think..." Harry smirked more widely, reaching for the lube. "...when I'm riding your prick, and I keep stopping to wank myself when you're almost there..." He uncorked the vial and spilled some out over his fingers, rubbing them in front of Severus's face. "...and you're begging me to finish you already, let you come..." Severus was whimpering already. "...then you'll realize that there's no 'perhaps' about it."

Turning his back, Harry slid the fingers between his own buttocks and bent so that Severus had no choice but to watch him rub them around his arsehole. It was a lesson he was looking forward to learning, especially when Harry made blissful faces while preparing himself and Severus could easily imagine his cock where Harry's fingers were, pushing into that tightness --

Severus tugged on the ropes again, and this time it wasn't for show. "God, hurry," he said, perfectly well that he was practically begging Harry to deny him.

Just as he had expected, Harry grinned at him over his shoulder and slowed his fingers, letting Severus watch every tiny movement as Harry prepared himself. The fingers disappeared with excruciating slowness into the stretched opening, then reappeared just as slowly. "I'm sure you wouldn't want me to rush," Harry said.

Whimpering again, Severus glanced up to see that the ropes were making red marks around his wrists. The bed was still warm and wet with piss and his cock was sticking straight up again. "Suppose I can't wait, and I come before you're ready," he began.

Harry turned, planting his hands on Severus's belly to rub his arse teasingly against Severus's upraised prick. "Then you'll have to be punished," he said, so matter-of-factly that Severus nearly missed the import of the words.

"You...wouldn't," Severus said, cock throbbing nearly painfully as Harry's cheeks brushed up and down over his cock.

Harry's grin was as erotic as it was diabolical. "Wouldn't I?" he said, using Severus's body for the leverage he needed to lift himself over his prick. Of course he would; Harry had already made that clear. Groaning loudly, Severus thrust up, trying to press himself into that tight channel. "You're rushing me," chided Harry, smirking, allowing Severus to pop the head of his cock just inside before lifting off entirely. Kneeling over Severus, Harry stroked himself slowly, sighing. "You haven't yet admitted that you love me."

"If I tell you I love you, then will you let me fuck you?" asked Severus hopefully.

"Ohhh...it's not so simple," Harry sighed, letting his head fall back as he wanked with exaggerated movements. "You need to admit it to yourself, not me."

Severus narrowed his eyes, too aroused to debate the finer points of his own emotions. "I don't mind admitting it," he began, licking his lips but Harry was already shaking his head.

"Not good enough." He squeezed the tip of his own cock, rubbing a thumb over the welling fluid and licking the pad of his thumb. "Not nearly."

Groaning, Severus strained against the cords again. "Fuck! Tell me what you want me to say!"

"I want nothing," Harry said innocently. Severus glared as he grinned again. Shifting, he took Severus's cock in his hand again and rubbed it against his arse. "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"I want you to ride my cock," Severus growled, trying to thrust up blindly.

"Why would I do that for someone who only probably doesn't mind admitting he loves me?" Harry said, his innocent tone belying the wicked things he was doing against Severus's prick.

"Oh god, I love -- I love what we have together, the wicked things we do together, how dirty you make me feel," Severus babbled, flexing his wrists futilely against the ropes, hips bucking just as uselessly. "If you don't know I love you by now, there's no hope for you!"

"Maybe I do," Harry demurred, squeezing with his buttocks and making Severus cry out again. "But I like to hear you explain..."

True to his word, Harry was refusing to ride Severus's cock but was instead merely sitting on it, wanking himself. "Oh fuck," whimpered Severus. "I love watching you come. I love that you like to lick your fingers after one of us gets them dirty, oh please move!"

Harry's grin bordered on the diabolical. "You really like it when I do that?" he asked with a smirk, rubbing one finger along his bottom lip as if it was coated already with his own come. His tongue flicked out as if tasting it and Severus whimpered.

"Fuck, yes!" Severus said, thrashing against the taut ropes. His hips bucked uselessly against Harry's arse. "I love wanking you from behind, rubbing myself against you, love feeling your arse clench around me when you come..."

As a hint it seemed to have limited effect on Harry. "You say the most romantic things," he grinned, lifting himself and rubbing teasingly over the head of Severus's prick.

"Please!" Severus begged again, trying to thrust deep inside Harry using only his hips for guidance. It didn't work, of course, and for a moment he thought he would ejaculate just like this, spattering Harry's balls and arse with semen.

But Harry was still smirking in that adorable, infuriating way, and that enabled Severus to cling -- barely -- to his control. "Oh, all right," said Harry as if it were a great hardship to press himself down slowly onto Severus's prick. He smiled more as Severus jerked his hips up again, trying to push in faster, deeper. "Say something else romantic."

"Oh fuck! Love this! Love you!"

"Keep talking," Harry said, his grin smoothing out into a rapt smile as he impaled himself inch by inch on Severus's prick.

It was nearly too much all at once, the pressure on his wrists and the pleasure on his prick. "God, fuck!" he moaned, twisting to get Harry down lower.

"Mmmm, going to," Harry moaned softly, lowering himself all the way down before opening his eyes and looking down at Severus. "You know I love you." Severus nodded -- of that he had no doubt. No one else would have put up with him for so long. Harry lifted up slowly. "Just so you know." And he was moving, lifting and pushing down, over and over.

Severus undulated beneath him, hips rising and falling as far as his bound arms would allow. "Love you," he said again. It got easier each time, and it felt...liberating, to have been ordered to say it.

"Love you too," said Harry. He was moving his hand on himself, watching Severus. "Going to make you feel so good..."

"Because you've made me abjectly miserable up until this point," Severus gasped, flexing on the cords.

"I have, I really have," Harry said, bouncing several times on Severus's prick. "Tied you up, forced you to fuck me." He raised his arms and stretched languidly, sex and sin atop Snape's prick. "I should be punished again."

Bracing his feet, Severus thrust up into Harry, rewarded by the look of sheer pleasure across Harry's face. "Oh, you will be," Severus promised. "Repeatedly."

Dropping his arms, Harry wrapped one hand around his cock, pinching and tugging at one of his own nipples with the other. "You'll have to spank me some more," he announced. "And piss on me. Make me service your prick..."

"...like you're doing now," Severus moaned agreement, continuing to buck up into Harry's arse. "Watch you show off how wanton you are...how wicked..."

Harry's face twisted in pleasure. "God, love hearing you call me that."

"Wicked?" Severus repeated, drawing the syllables out. "Or wanton?"

"God, oh fuck, both!" Harry moaned, rocking against him, leaning forward enough to rub himself against Severus's belly. "I'm so wicked with you, fuck, so wanton!"

"Wicked boy!" Severus taunted, using the cords around his wrist for leverage as he undulated against Harry's body, each mindless moan a perfect counterpoint to his thrusts.

"Oh yes," groaned Harry in agreement, sliding up and down on Severus's cock and shoving his cock against Severus. "Love being wicked with you! Going to show you how much!"

Severus could already feel Harry's muscles inside quivering as his balls tightened. "Come on me, then, wanton boy!" he ordered, feeling his own cock near to bursting.

"Fuck, yes--" Harry cried out, his hips jutting forward, hand moving feverishly on his prick. The "yes" strangled off into a moan as jets of pearly come spat out of the end of his cock, landing on Severus's belly, his chest, even his neck.

"Perfectly wicked," Severus moaned, shuddering as his own release roared through him, lifting his hips off the bed as his cock poured endlessly into Harry's arse. He did not think he had ever been so filthy; he was covered practically from head to toe with Harry's semen and piss and his own sweat. It was, paradoxically, a liberating feeling, just like being ordered to prove that he loved Harry.

Slumping over him, Harry moaned, "Ohhfuck. You look so good like this."

"Tied up and covered in your bodily fluids?"

"Exactly. And glowing."

"I do not glow," Severus mumbled, though he didn't sound at all grumpy as he'd intended. He suspected he didn't fool Harry either, who merely rubbed his cheek against Severus's chest as if he'd already settled in to go back to sleep.

"You do so glow, at least for me," Harry said, from somewhere below his chin.

"Hands? Ropes?" Severus said, pulling on the still taut cords in case Harry had forgotten.

"Mmm, in a second," Harry purred. He was using Severus like a big pillow -- a big, wet, hairy, stinking pillow, none of which seemed to bother Harry, as he had made no effort to clean either of them up yet. "I can feel you glowing."

"That's sweating, not glowing," Severus replied. Then he realized that he had forgotten to keep struggling.

"If you say so." Harry lifted his head, grinning, and reached for his wand. A moment later, Severus's hands were free and he was as clean and dry as if they hadn't spent the past hour making the bed filthy. "You're still glowing."

"Perhaps having sex on a regular basis will do that to any man," Severus said, using his free hands to slide around Harry's back.

"Perhaps?" asked Harry dangerously. "You only ever glow for me." He wiggled happily, more like a puppy seeking warmth than the man who'd tied Severus up and fucked him only moments earlier. "Besides, in your case, I think you mean regular dirty sex."

Harry's smirk was every bit as insufferable as Severus's own. Severus shifted onto his side, taking Harry with him, allowing Harry to nuzzle close and tuck his head under Severus's chin. "Are we not getting out of bed this morning?" Severus asked.

Harry was too busy yawning at first to reply. "Mmm, not yet. Now I need a nap."

Severus glanced at the clock. There was no place he needed to be today, no reason to hurry on to breakfast. He felt his own eyes drifting shut, fingers combing idly though Harry's mop of hair. Briefly he wished he hadn't cleaned them up so thoroughly; it might haven been nice to leave Harry's hair wet and shampoo it himself. Which gave him an idea.

"What makes you think I won't wake you the way you woke me?" he asked Harry.

"Turnabout is fair play," Harry answered with a wiggle against him. And though his eyes were closed, the corners of his lips turned up in a smile.

Birthday fic for CelandineB! 1 of 2

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 01:06:21 GMT

Title: The Dirty Shirt 2
Author: cruisedirector and dementordelta
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warnings: PWP. LTR. Watersports.
Summary: "The experiment isn't over," Severus said.
Words: ~2900
Notes: Sequel to "The Dirty Shirt". Happy birthday celandineb!

Harry smiled as he looked at Severus, who was still flushed from the orgasm he had had given himself while listening to Harry tell him stories of pissing in inappropriate places. Severus smirked back. Reaching out a hand, he made a teacup float over to the bed, still mostly full of now-lukewarm tea.

"Drink this," he ordered Harry. "I would like to see a proper test of this supposed magical cleaning skill of yours."

"You just want to watch me piss," Harry accused. He grinned even more widely when Severus put a refilling charm on the teacup, then reached for a handkerchief and draped it over his cock.

"Let's see if you can use this as a pissing shirt."

Harry took a noisy gulp, fingers clutching the teacup as more liquid sloshed into it with each sip. "I can use anything," he said offhandedly. "I learned to be inventive in my cupboard." Another sip, gazing warmly at Severus over the brim. "Shirts, socks. Even one of Aunt Petunia's dishcloths." He decided, taking another sip of tea, that he very much liked the way Severus groaned and squirmed.

"Did this filthy practice of yours stop when you arrived at Hogwarts?" Severus asked.

"I was a bit more careful at first. I thought the teachers could tell when we were doing magic we weren't supposed to be doing." Harry cocked an eyebrow, slurping his tea. "Like the way you always seemed to be nosing about whenever I was out of my dormitory...that sort of thing."

"But surely you must have realized that the faculty couldn't possibly monitor every student all of the time."

"Oh yes, I realized." Harry smiled wickedly. "And I also realized that what I did inside the curtains of my own bed was my own business." He decided that he liked the heat that flared in Severus's eyes when they talked about this, too. Slowly he drank more tea, smiling over the rim again.

"Dirty boy," Severus accused, settling himself in the open V of Harry's legs and sliding his hands down his shins as if already seeing them running yellow with piss.

"Your dirty boy," Harry agreed, flicking his tongue over a stray drop of tea on the cup before drinking again. Oh, Severus liked that. His cock twitched under the narrow handkerchief that scarcely covered his pubic hair. "So...you want to watch me piss and make it disappear?"

"Purely as a test of your skills," announced Severus.

"But what if it doesn't work?" Harry watched as the teacup refilled itself again, then took a big swallow. "Mmm...what if I accidentally soak you?"

Beneath the thin handkerchief, Severus's cock twitched again. "Then you'll have to clean me up, won't you," he growled.

Pressure was mounting on Harry's bladder, so he shifted up onto his knees, dragging his cock over the scrap of linen covering Severus's cock, leaving a damp streak. "What if I can't stop?" he asked, curling his fingers around the base of his cock, teasing not just himself as he squeezed it again over the handkerchief. "What if I can't help pissing all over you?"

An impatient noise -- half whimper, half groan -- dragged out of Severus's throat. "What if I can't wait to finish this experiment?" he demanded, raising his hips slightly, brushing his own draped cock over Harry's. The contact made Harry shiver and his cock throbbed, but by now he needed to piss far too badly to get hard. With a small moan he looked down at the handkerchief with the bulge of Severus's cock under it, closed his eyes for a moment to distract himself from his arousal, and let out a jet of piss directly onto the fabric.

Severus's urgent groan made him open his eyes, looking down at the thin material as it darkened and clung to the hard flesh beneath. A yellow stream was pouring out of him, and since Harry hadn't made the least effort to make it disappear, it was flowing down Severus's thighs, spilling over his hips onto the bed and soaking into the sheets.

It was so much better than pissing alone into his shirt, even that first time he'd dared try it in his dorm, better even then that time he'd done it in the boy's loo but not in the toilet. "Oh god, oh fuck," he whispered, dragging his eyes up to Severus's face. Severus was staring at the gush of piss pouring out of Harry, one hand stirring as if to reach out and touch it. "Do it," Harry urged. "I won't last like this."

Severus's fingers moved into the hissing spray, making the stream split around them and sending it spattering over Harry's thighs. Not that Harry minded in the least, particularly when Severus then pulled his hand to his nose and sniffed at the fingers. Severus's other hand had moved to his cock and was stroking it, rubbing Harry's piss into the hardening shaft.

"Look how hot that makes you," Harry accused, though he was smiling in approval, not to mention relief. "You're the perfect replacement for my pissing shirt." As much as he wanted to watch himself keep pouring onto the drenched linen, he felt the torrent slowing and shook the end of his prick, making sure the last few drops ended up on Severus's fingers.

"The experiment isn't over," Severus said, bunching the handkerchief around the base of his cock.

Harry wasn't sure what made him do it, whether it was something he'd once thought about alone or whether he'd secretly thought about doing it with Severus. But he found himself bending over, licking around the wet head of Severus's cock, tasting his own piss in a way he never had before, or had even, until that moment, admitted he wanted to. The piss was salty and made his tongue curl, but he could also taste Severus's come, and if he needed any further encouragement, the wail of delight that burst out of Severus's mouth would have convinced him.

He slid his mouth down further, tasting the distinct flavor that was Severus's cock -- something else Harry wasn't sure whether he'd only recently decided he wanted or had imagined in some secret corner of his mind for years. "So dirty," Severus moaned, wet fingers sliding into Harry's hair. The older man was trembling slightly, not fully hard -- evidently it was too soon after coming for him.

"Very dirty," Harry agreed, releasing the cock with a pop and blowing over the head. "You've dreamed about being dirty like this for years, haven't you?" When there was no reply but a shudder, Harry added, "I think you should piss for me, too. All over yourself."

"Oh fuck," Severus choked, a low gush of piss spurting from his cock, quickly cut off as if long-ingrained habits had kicked in.

"Come on, you can do better than that," Harry urged, sliding his cheek along one side of his wet leg, watching the dripping handkerchief draped like a wet half moon around Severus's wet prick.

"Yes, let me just --" Severus's eyes fluttered shut, as if the sight of Harry was too distracting. And there is was, the merest trickle at first, then harder as a moan followed. "Bloody hell, can't --"

"Yes, you can," Harry said, hand sliding along his other thigh, letting his thumb dip closer to the spreading trail. Severus's cock jerked, making the spray spatter wildly for a moment, splashing across Harry's fingers and cheek. It smelled strong yet somehow not offensive. "You love being dirty and you love me dirty," Harry added, licking a spot on his cheek where the piss had landed, watching the stream strengthen again as if Severus simply could not resist the urge to wet himself now that he'd started. "And I can be very dirty." Leaning up, he brushed his lips over the hot fountain from Severus's cock.

"Fuck!" The word tore out of Severus's throat. "If I hadn't just -- oh god --" Shaking fingers slid into Harry's hair as Harry let the stream splash onto his tongue. Another pulse arced higher and he swallowed, realizing that, like the smell, the taste didn't bother him as much as he would have believed, and the idea of actually drinking --

He closed his mouth around the head and took a gulp. Severus's piss felt very hot sliding down his throat, hot and slick and salty. For a moment his throat threatened to rebel, but he swallowed again, thinking of how Severus's face had looked as he began to pour out...his own cock twitched and he moaned around the now-weakening stream.

"Fuck," groaned Severus again, trembling all over.

"Mmm," replied Harry, grinning. "I like you dirty."

Severus ran a hand through the hair that had fallen in front of his face. His cheeks were colored, his eyes bright with arousal. "Come up here," he growled. Heedless of the puddles they'd made, Harry scrambled up to obey, lowering his mouth for a kiss that made both of them groan. "That was --" Severus began again, but he couldn't seem to be able to stop kissing Harry, tongue sliding over his as if memorizing the taste.

"...really hot," Harry finished for him, rubbing his hardening cock against Severus's belly. "Oh, but sir, I seem to have neglected my cleaning spell..."

"Later," Severus panted against his mouth, not even bothering to sound cross. His prick was rising as well, and Harry rubbed a wet thigh over it. "Need you to fuck me."

"In the puddle?" Harry clarified with a smirk.

"In the puddle. Right here, wicked boy."

"Wicked! Curious you should call me that when we've already agreed you're a complete pervert. Ask me nicely."

Heat flared in the dark depths of Severus's eyes. "Fuck me now," he demanded, pushing against Harry's leg as he splayed himself back on the bed.

"Good enough," Harry nodded, settling on his knees between Severus's outstretched legs. "God, you look hot like this," he added, sliding his hands down Severus's wet legs.

"Like what?" Severus demanded. For a moment Harry thought they might be revisiting the early days of their relationship, when Harry had had a difficult time convincing him that Harry had wanted him because of his looks, not despite them. But then Severus said, "Like I want to be fucked in a puddle of my own piss?"

"Yes...exactly," Harry hissed in satisfaction, picking up Severus's wand, because it was nearer. He uttered the lubrication charm but made sure to get plenty of piss on his fingers before sliding a fingertip inside Severus's arse. "Ever been fucked in a puddle of your own piss before?"

Severus shook his head, cheeks still faintly colored and hair clinging stickily to his forehead.

"But I bet you've wanked in it." A pause, then a short nod. It pleased Harry absurdly to know that he was the only one who had ever seen Severus like this -- probably the only one who had ever made Severus admit to this dirty kink.

"I bet I'm not the only one," Severus countered, pushing back on Harry's deepening finger.

Harry's smirk was unrepentent, getting another finger wet to add to the first, enjoying the faces Severus was making as his body yielded to Harry's touch. "I bet you'd love to watch me do it, wouldn't you?" Harry said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers. "Love to wank on me while I'm pissing," he went on, finally getting a muffled groan from Severus's lips.

"Love to piss on you while you're wanking," corrected Severus rather breathlessly.

"I'm game for both," Harry told him, twisting the fingers, nudging the hard bulb inside Severus that drew a catlike yowl from him. "Love to feel your hot piss running down my body..."

"In your hair," breathed Severus.

"Complete pervert." Harry paused with his fingers deep inside, grinning. "In my mouth?"

Severus's eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "Oh fuck yes," he muttered, making rocking motions with his hips before his eyes opened again. "And you'd drink it. Lap at me like a puppy, like you were doing before."

Harry's fingers made a soft sucking sound as he withdrew them. "I'm a bit of a pervert myself," he said with a grin, not even pausing to wonder if he really would do it again, drink from Severus's cock like a fountain.

"I hadn't noticed," Severus drawled, his expressive mouth tugging up at the corners.

"Thought that's why you kept me around," retorted Harry. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it over the stretched hole, nudging only the very tip inside.

"In case you hadn't noticed, there hasn't been a queue to indulge in sex with me," panted Severus between moans.

"Well, in case you haven't been reading your fan mail, there are dozens of people of both sexes going on about what a hero you are and how they wish they could show their appreciation," Harry countered. "Are you only letting me fuck you because you think I'm the only one who wants to?"

Severus's eyes were dark and fierce as he tugged on Harry's buttocks, pulling him in deeper. "I'm letting you fuck me because you're the only one I want," he growled.

From Severus this was as good an admission of affection as he was likely to get. "And because we're both complete perverts together," Harry growled, letting himself be pulled deeper inside the tight heat of Severus's body.

"There is that," Severus smirked agreeably, lifting his legs to hold Harry in place. "I think I like this side of you."

"You think you do?" Harry said, lifting and snapping his hips, making sure he got the angle just right as he began to move his cock.

Severus let out a long groan, locking his ankles behind Harry's back. "Definitely...always knew you were wicked," he muttered.

"Just naughty," demurred Harry, thrusting in deep and withdrawing. Severus felt so good around him, writhing and squeezing. "Never thought to be this wicked till you took me to bed."

"You took me to bed," Severus groaned. "Never imagined...oh..."

Harry decided he liked it best of all when he made Severus speechless. He tugged one of Severus's hands around Severus's cock, pumping it several times to show Severus what he wanted to see. "Glad I did. Glad I didn't let you talk me out of it," he said as Severus's hand moved with increasing speed. They synchronized movements easily -- Harry's thrusts matching each slide of fingers on Severus's cock.

"You don't imagine for a moment that I was genuinely going to turn down the prospect of --" He hissed softly as Harry brushed once more over his prostate. "The prospect of sex with you even before I knew how naughty you were?"

"Didn't think you had much use for me," Harry shrugged, placing his own hand over Severus's on Severus's cock and jerking it upward. "Didn't realize how badly you wanted a naughty boy to piss on you..."

Severus bucked up, groaning, cock pulsing beneath Harry's hand. "You get really excited whenever I talk about pissing," Harry panted, thrusting faster. "You're the naughty one. I think you need to be spanked, and maybe tied up and pissed all over..."

"Fuck, Harry, fuck!" Severus shuddered, writhing under him. As Harry watched, spurts of semen burst out of the head of his cock, spattering his belly and both their hands.

Harry wanted desperately to hold on, but Severus's convulsing body drew him inward, cock overruling any other consideration. "Oh fuck, that too!" he cried, swaying as his own climax slammed through him. His fingers were slippery with come as he slowed his hand on Severus's cock.

"That was --" Severus looked speechless again, staring down at the splattered plain of his belly.

"Really hot, I know," Harry said, letting his weight carry him down for the kiss he really needed.

"Mmmm," Severus hummed against his mouth, indulging him, sliding his tongue between Harry's lips. "Far beyond that."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry. At moments like this, when Severus was limp with satiation, he was less likely to be quick with a snide remark.

"That was the dirtiest, most wicked sex ever."

"More where that came from," Harry said, grinning into th kiss. "Lots more."

"Oh yes," Severus moaned, shuddering as if Harry had already begun making good on that promise. There was one good thrust left in his prick and Harry made it before letting himself slip free, but only as far as Severus's side, sliding his fingers in the spatters oh his belly. After having swallowed piss, semen seemed less bitter.

"Careful, Potter, or I shall decide to keep you," purred Severus, muscles undulating beneath the fingers, still sounding breathless.

"Think you have that backward," replied Harry, sucking on a finger. Beneath the come, he could taste the salty remains of Severus's piss. "I'm going to keep you." With a smirk, he concentrated on the spell that he now knew was exsugo, leaving them and the bed both dry and clean. "Use you as a toilet whenever I want. Fuck you just like this after you wet yourself for me."

He felt Severus tremble all over with a shiver of pleasure, pulling him closer, face in his hair. "Definitely keeping you."

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Happy Birthday!

dementordelta@yahoo.com — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 01:58:02 GMT

Happy Birthday tripperfunster!

You're one of those ladies who make fandom a better place!
(even if I thought you were a nice young man at first!)