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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-08-11 Words: 1799
****** Safframate ******
by Rei Furuzowa [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Snape debates on drugging Harry.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
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     Author's notes: A Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot designed to make
     you feel guilty. Somewhat ambiguious consent.
Safframate






  It was fire, he knew it was, liquid fire that coursed through the brain,
  inflaming the senses, bringing desire to a fever pitch. A violet colored fuck
  in a vial, and when carefully administered, it turned every touch to a
  pleasure beyond pain, every caress like whips of fire scorching the skin. He
  knew he could do it too, he would drop it surreptitiously into one of the
  house elves' gnarled hands as they prepared the boy's dinner, right before
  class started, yes and see Potter's sullen mouth turn into a perfect pink "o"
  of surprise at that first brush of contact on his skin, the slight shiver it
  would cause... he would dismiss it of course, but after a casual brush
  against the Potions table or a shift against his seat, it would come again,
  and worse, a slow torturous burn.

  "Fine...I'm...fine", the boy would say raggedly to his friends, his beautiful
  green eyes full of confusion at the new sensation, but his body, ah, his
  young body would know what it wanted and seek to find it in increasingly
  frequent fidgets. Severus would watch him squirm, squeezing himself softly
  underneath his tightly fastened robes as he rattled off instructions to the
  class. Twenty-four chairs filled with plain...ugly...stupid children, but
  *he* shined amongst them like an emerald. Harry Potter, even the name slides
  off the lips like the finest silk. Mmm, yes, the boy would feel it now
  wouldn't he, his own burgeoning erection...perhaps his first. The thought
  would excite Severus so...he would squeeze himself again, harder this time,
  safe behind his sturdy fortress of a desk, unable to close his eyes and shut
  out the sight of him, panting and moaning Harry Potter, who couldn't stop
  touching himself softly while crying out in confused frustration. Yes,
  Severus knew the remedy, the only remedy, and would sit back in aroused
  amusement as the boy would answer his friends in a cracking voice that he was
  fine, no , nothing was wrong.

  "Bring your potions to the front of the class, completed or not." Snape would
  say in a practiced, cold voice. The boy would stand on shaking legs, gasping
  at the smooth feel of the beaker holding his potion, and the erection that he
  didn't know to hide yet straining the front of his pants as he walked to
  Snape's desk. When he put the tube down, Severus would stretch his hand out,
  taking it from him, surreptitiously stroking the inside of the boy's palm.
  Meeting the boy's gaze, he would lean forward, yes just slightly and hiss
  angrily, "A word with you Potter, if you please." Just the right emphasis and
  the boy's eyes would flame angrily, then dim slightly, bewildered at the
  extent of his rage. The classroom would empty out, the rabble leaving, and
  Snape wouldn't touch him, even though he was begging for it with his eyes and
  didn't know how with his mouth. After the dungeon room door would slam shut,
  he would arise from his chair, showing the evidence of his passion. Circling
  the boy slowly, he would feast his eyes on the boy's disheveled black hair,
  the pubescent body faintly outlined in those loose gray robes...those
  absolutely ridiculous glasses perched on his nose...and minutes would pass,
  neither saying a word. One minute...two minutes...and the fire would begin to
  peak, and the boy would by this time be whimpering, tearing at his own
  clothes, desperate for a touch, any touch, to ease the flame burning him
  alive. Severus would consent, sliding one finger slowly down Potter's throat,
  and the boy would sway on his feet, eyes closing as if he would faint, before
  he would...absolutely...go...mad, ripping his robes in his haste to get them
  off, pulling, wrenching Severus towards him with hands that were slightly too
  large for his body. He would squirm in Severus' embrace, ripping open the top
  of his pants to reach inside, to touch his achingly hard cock, but no, it
  would not abate by his hand alone. Only when the boy would be grinding
  against him helplessly in heat, head thrown back, frustrated tears leaking
  from the corner of his eyes and tiny hiccupping sobs coming from his exposed
  throat...only then, would Severus act, running an obscene tongue along the
  boy's neck while boosting him up on the teachers desk.

  He would be able to imagine how the smooth wood felt against the other boy's
  bare skin and wouldn't be surprised when Harry, his Harry, would almost
  scream, frantically grabbing at Severus' hair "Touch...I can't...it
  won't...oh...ohgods!" would emerge from his virgin throat as he would come,
  spilling helplessly against his Potion Master's chest, his body shivering in
  the aftershocks.

  It was far from over. The boy's cock remained hard, and the fire would only
  rage all the more as Severus touched him there, slowly fisting him into
  madness.

  Severus would teach him words like 'fuck' and 'cock' in a low whisper into
  the pink shell of Harry's ear, and he would taste untasted flesh, pushing the
  boy backward on the table, breaking him apart with his tongue, thrusting into
  him hard, harder, until Harry's shrill screams became too much to bear and
  Severus would have to squeeze himself, *hard*, to keep from coming, the
  painful sensation shooting through his system. The boy's cock would be
  leaking copiously, but the fire would not abate so easily, not until he was
  filled, thoroughly fucked. Severus' hand would return to stroking the boy's
 cock lovingly, rather mature for his age. His free hand would grasp for his
  wand in a robe pocket and dip it in the smeared mess across the boy's flushed
  chest, and then he would be whispering a relaxation spell, smiling ominously,
  as the boy's shaking would subside only to freeze completely when Severus
  would drive three fingers into him. His eyes would pop open in surprise at
  the violation, while his mouth would beg for it soundlessly as Severus began
  to finger fuck the boy, driving in harder with each thrust.

  It hurt, despite the spell, he knew it would hurt, and he moaned at the look
  of pain in the boy's eyes, driving in his fingers deeper, sliding, grinding
  against the boy's prostate. Harry would be on fire now, wailing, fingers
  digging deep gouges into the wood of the desk, and Severus would hit that
  spot again, oh yes oh yes, god, and screaming, ripping at Severus' lank hair,
  he would come again.

  Severus would almost laugh at the confused look on the boy's face as he
  thrashed on the desk, aftershocks from his orgasm fading but the fire raging
  even more furiously than before. He would back off, breath hissing through
  his teeth at the sight of this naked, flushed *beautiful* cherub that was
  vulgarly thrusting into the air with his hips, hands cupped around his own
  cock, feet drumming against the desk.

  Then he would approach again, and it would be heaven, heaven, as he would
  nudge the boy's slender legs open wider, fitting in between, taking time to
  enjoy his thighs. Opening his outer robe, a quick unfastening of his pants,
  and his own cock, large and almost purple with need would emerge...he would
  slide into Potter, Harry Potter, god that name turned him on, sink in slowly,
  so slowly...his eyes would roll back and he would moan loudly as he buried
  himself in the boy's hot, excruciatingly tight channel.

  It was his first time, Severus knew, this beautiful virgin of his; and yet he
  tossed that fact aside, giving the boy no time to adjust, no mercy. He pulled
  out almost all the way, slowly, and then thrust back in with the same speed,
  feeling every nuance of the boy that was wrapped around him. Harry would be
  begging now, pleading, using the words that Severus taught him like a good
  boy, "Fuck me...please..harder...faster..."

  Smiling grimly, he would ignore the boy, still driving in and out with
  excruciating slowness, fighting his instinct to just pound into the boy,
  drawing out his pleasure until he couldn't think coherently at all anymore.
  His hands would be braced, one on the desk, one gripping Harry's side, slow,
  god...so slowly...the boy would be gasping, his voice giving out under
  Severus' torturous ministrations...god so soft...and slow..and sweet, and oh,
  it would be too much, he would drive in deep, feeling his cock sink into that
  tight channel inch by inch...the boy's hoarse cries barely heard over the
  blood rushing in his ears and oh yes, oh please, he was coming, crying out,
  "Harry, Harry, oh Harry"; spilling over into the boy over, and over, and
  over.

  He would faintly register a wetness splatter across his robes, Harry
  practically convulsing underneath him in his own throes of orgasm. The word
  would stand still for a moment...then begin to piece itself together back
  again when he pulled out of the boy with a soft sucking sound. Clutching his
  wand in a shaking hand, he would mumble a few cleaning charms on his stained
  robes and the boy's skin. Those confused and slightly glassy emerald eyes
  would emerge again, and Severus would dress the other boy quickly and
  efficiently, handing his limp limbs as if he were a doll. After buttoning his
  outer robe, Severus would step back, noticing the haze of the drug clearing
  from the boy's eyes; ready for questions he had no intention of answering.
  "Memoria modificum", he would whisper, his hand smoothing back the boy sweat-
  drenched hair one last time as something silver and shapeless flew form his
  wand into the boy's skull. He would feel his face slip back into the cruel
  mask it so often was when addressing this boy, whom normal rules did not
  apply to, who thought himself so damn important. "You will be receiving a
  zero for your potion, " he would say silkily, indicating the broken beaker on
  the floor, "and you will be making this assignment up with a foot long paper
  on the effects of it." Satisfaction would course through his body as Potter
  would take up the slack, resuming the only role that he remembered, a student
  hating his evil, cruel Potions Master, and snapping out an angry "yes, sir."

  "You are dismissed." Snape would say, 'accio'-ing another classes work onto
  his desk, and pretending to look over it.

  He would feel rather than see Potter snarl at him, retrieve his book bag and
  storm out of the classroom, presumably to complain to his hopelessly mediocre
  friends.

  Yes, he could do it. It would be so easy. Snape held the vial between his
  fingers, liquid temptation.

  Safframate.


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