Schola Obscura

 

Chapter V

 

It rained in the afternoon, so they practised mental communication in their room. It was more and more difficult for Harry to ignore the sexual tension between them. In spite of the distractions, however, by the end of the day they could read each other's mind without having to cast Legilimens.

Dinner passed in silence. The solomillo (sirloin steak) was superb. The artichokes with lamb sweetbread were incredible. The wine, a Sierra Cantabria, was a perfect match for the menu - Harry was starting to fall for the wines of Spain.

For dessert, Harry ordered a chocolate en texturas. But when it arrived, he realised it would be too much, even for him, and he convinced Snape to share it with him. They asked Consuelo to bring them another plate. When Consuelo approached, Harry glared at her.

The dessert was more than amazing, it was a sin: there were pieces of brownie, mousse and flan, all topped with chocolate ice-cream and coated in crunchy caramel.

Every time their eyes met, Harry feared that he would see his desire mirrored in Snape's mind. He averted his eyes to avoid being drawn into sensual images of their two bodies moving together feverishly and...

Harry sipped his wine, dodged Snape's eyes (which seemed to pursue his) and bit his lower lip when he realised he didn't even have to read Snape's mind, that Snape's mere presence was enough to bring Harry's body alive with awareness. The chemistry between them was so palpable that Consuelo didn't dare flirt with Snape.

Harry wondered if he had managed to scare her with his evil eye.

After dinner, they went back to their room to sleep - with no magic barriers, but no contact either. Harry was in lust, and he knew Snape wanted him too. And yet, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them.

He dreamed of Snape: Snape had decided to stay in the Cueva forever, with the fake Harry. Harry woke up in agony and touched Snape's chest just to be sure he was really there. He felt the steady beating of Snape's heart and calmed down.

When Harry woke up again, the day was breaking. He blushed when he realised he was half on top of Snape, and rolled off immediately. But Snape leapt out at him like a snake striking its prey, and pinned him down with his body.

"Enough, Potter. There is a limit for unresolved sexual tension, and mine has just been pushed beyond breaking point."

Harry moaned and separated his legs so that Snape could nestle between them. "Oh, finally. I was tired of waiting for you to take the initiative."

"Can't you see that the initiative had to come from you, and not from me?"

Harry understood Snape's point of view. He knew Snape had felt humiliated and rejected. First, because the way Harry had reacted when he had discovered they had to share a bed. Then, because Harry had seen Snape's deepest secret in the Cueva. Since then, Snape had probably been waiting for a word from Harry - a word that Harry still didn't feel capable of giving him.

"You're making things too complicated," was all that Harry could say. "Besides," he added, "you insisted on being the leader. I was waiting for your command."

Snape leaned over him, and Harry parted his lips, waiting for the kiss. Snape gently teased him with tiny flicks of his tongue. Harry held him by the back of the neck, forcing that elusive tongue to slide into his mouth.

Harry moaned appreciatively when their tongues met. Snape inhaled, a gasp of surprise, and Harry slid in deeper, intoxicated by the bittersweet flavour that was so Snape-like.

Snape pulled back a little to lock his eyes with Harry's. "Tell me what you want."

"The same as you do," replied Harry, breathless.

Snape made a choked-off sound and kissed Harry again, deeply and slowly, as he slipped his hand beneath Harry's pyjama shirt. Cold fingers touched a nipple, sending shivers of pleasure all over Harry's body.

"Harry," whispered Snape in a hoarse voice, rolling the nipple between his thumb and a finger.

Nothing could be more arousing than hearing Snape say his name as he touched him.

"Severus," said Harry, savouring the word as though it were precious in itself.

Severus brushed the covers aside, pulled up Harry's pyjama shirt and sucked one of his nipples, making Harry writhe with pleasure.

Harry countered by squeezing Severus's arse through his nightshirt. "Please... I want to feel your skin against mine."

Severus didn't think twice and started to undress Harry, caressing every inch of skin he unveiled. When Harry was in his underpants, Severus stopped and swept Harry's body from head to toe. The desire in Severus's eyes connected straight to Harry's cock, which was already hard.

Severus swallowed and took off his nightshirt. Severus's cock was clearly erect beneath his white underpants. Harry reached out and touched it gently through the fabric.

Without taking his eyes from Harry's, Severus took off his own underpants. Then, slowly and relishing every moment, he took off Harry's. Harry felt vulnerable and exposed, but the sight of Severus's cock, hard and desirable, helped him to overcome his shyness. Unable to wait any longer, Harry pulled Severus down. Their naked bodies entwined, and they rolled on their sides.

"Oh, god," Harry murmured, burying his face in the curve of Severus's neck and biting it softly.

Severus responded by wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and rubbing their cocks together. "I want you," Severus whispered hoarsely.

"Fuck me, Severus."

Severus groaned and ran his hand down Harry's back, pulling Harry tighter to him. "I will chant a mantra, and you will repeat it after me."

"What... ?"

"Do as I tell you. I haven't got any lube, but this is not a problem. There are many fluids in our bodies. We just have to chant the right words and they will do what we need them to."

Severus circled Harry's entrance with his finger.

"Oh... I'll do anything you ask me to... Just put your finger inside me."

Severus gave a crooked smile, then started chanting the mantra. Harry didn't understand a word, but tried to imitate him. He felt his body relaxing and becoming more alive at the same time.

"This mantra will make our coupling easier. Your muscles will become more pliant, and our bodily fluids will work as natural lubricants," explained Severus in his professor-like style.

"If you taught those things in class, I'd surely have paid attention."

Severus stopped drawing those tantalising small circles around his entrance and slid his finger in easily. Harry's muscles clenched around it firmly.

It was too good for words. Severus pushed a second finger inside and moved both fingers in and out of Harry, harder and faster. That mantra was simply amazing. Being stretched had never felt so good before. Harry bucked his hips back against Severus's hand, trying to get more of Severus's fingers inside him. Severus's strokes became faster, and he kept moving his hand until Harry was fucking himself on his fingers.

"That's enough. You already had too much fun," said Severus, gently pulling his fingers out.

"What a cruel lover you are."

"Patience is the greatest of all virtues." Severus knelt between Harry's legs, his cock glistening, and guided it to Harry's entrance. Harry gasped as Severus's cock slid into him in a smooth thrust. Harry drew in a shuddering breath and thrust back against Severus. His cock sheathed inside Harry, Severus rotated his hips slowly and pulled out, only to thrust back in.

Severus folded himself in against Harry's chest. Harry clung to him, arms and legs wrapped possessively around him. Severus slid into and out of Harry, holding him, filling him, deep and hard.

They fitted perfectly together. Severus's cock filled every inch of Harry. Sweat coated their panting bodies, and their pace increased to a near frenzy. Harry wished they could be like this forever, but pleasure was building inside him almost too fast to control.

"Harry," said Severus, sounding choked as he reached down and closed his hand around Harry's cock. It was just too much: the touch of Snape's fingers alone was enough to make Harry shudder and come in a ragged cry.

Severus bit down on Harry's neck with a strangled groan, multiplying the force of his thrusts. Harry tightened his arms around him, rocking his hips up. Severus thrust once, twice, and sighed a long low moan against Harry's neck as his own orgasm took him. Severus released his pleasure deep inside Harry and slumped down on him.

Harry held Severus tight as their breathing returned to normal. Severus rolled off Harry and lay next to him. Their eyes met. Severus looked sad.

"What is it?" asked Harry, afraid that Severus might be disappointed at him. But when he looked into Severus's eyes, he understood. "What, do you think I didn't like it?"

"Don't lie to me."

"Look into my eyes, Severus, and focus on what I am thinking, instead of fighting with ghosts that exist only in your mind."

Severus entered Harry's mind and his concerned expression changed immediately to a smirk. "Oh, that good? I don't think so. I can do much better than this."

"You're never satisfied, are you?"

"I cannot complain. It was a great fuck. I wish I could have lasted longer, but I was hard as hell."

"Not harder than I was," said Harry, smiling.

Severus stared at him intently. "If you give me another chance, I can make you come two, three times in a row. Later."

"Like you used to do to your Indian girlfriend?"

"Damn. I forgot that now you know all my secrets."

"Tantric sex, isn't it? Was it she who taught it to you?"

"Yes. Her name was Amita."

"What happened to her?"

"She went back to India when she realised Voldemort was a threat to the Wizarding World's peace. She used to say she wanted to marry and have children, and that that environment wasn't adequate to raise her children."

"Did you love her?"

"I was completely smitten."

"Why didn't you go with her?"

"I was young and ambitious. I believed the Dark Lord would conquer the world, and I would be honoured and respected by everyone."

Harry sighed. "Amita was a wise girl. But what's the fun in shagging and never coming?"

"It's a ritual worshipping of your partner."

Harry's chin didn't touch the floor just because he was lying in bed. "You surprise me, Severus."

"I am inferring that you will give me another chance."

Harry flashed a sardonic smile. "You realise I'm not a girl, don't you?"

Severus frowned, then gave a half smile. "Oh, I see. You don't believe I can make you come three times in a row. Let me enlighten you: there is a girl inside every one of us. We just have to activate the right hormones."

Harry sighed. "But I don't want a lover who never comes. I prefer you as you were today."

Severus rested his hand on Harry's chest, in a possessive gesture. "We shall see..."

Harry covered Severus's hand with his. "I wish we had done this before. I wanted it so much, but I was afraid."

"Oh, I had no desire to involve myself with you either. However, when I had that vision in the Cueva, it was like a spark in the powder room: my new-born lust for you met my desire for redemption. Suddenly, I realised I wanted you, the only person who can give me, not redemption, but forgiveness, at least."

Harry felt a knot in his throat. "I'm sorry, I..."

"I know. I don't really expect your forgiveness. I will never forgive myself, so I cannot expect that from anyone else, and especially from you."

"Severus, please, don't give up. I want to be able to forgive you."

Severus shook his head. "I cannot give up. This is my heart's desire, and it's unattainable. Perhaps you were not far from truth when you said I desired the impossible." Severus interlaced their fingers and squeezed Harry's hand firmly. "As for the rest, you were wrong."

"What rest?"

"You said I only wanted you because I couldn't have you. Now I can tell you that's not true."

Severus's reasoning was convoluted, but Harry was beginning to understand him.

"Because you still want me," said Harry.

Severus captured his lips in a long, slow kiss, followed by another, and yet another...

Long minutes after, they were interrupted by loud noises coming from outside.

Severus frowned, then said, "Happy Lunes de Aguas."

"Oh, so this is why people are so noisy today! Uh... Are you calling me a whore?"

"Never. You are mine now. Just mine."

Harry smiled. "It's a beautiful symbol. I'll always remember that our first time was in the Lunes de Aguas. I know we've been here for just three days, but it seems we had to wait a long time to, you know..."

"To fuck."

Harry burst into laughter, and Severus laughed too.

"What I meant was that, after a long time, we finally found what we were looking for," said Harry, and grabbed him for another kiss.

~*~*~

They spent the Lunes de Aguas' afternoon picnicking by the Tormes, eating hornazos and drinking red wine like everyone in Salamanca.

Their mental communication flowed easily; they just had to be close to each other, preferably in visual contact. In the evening, when they returned to the inn, Severus told Harry he didn't know if Harry's plan would be successful, but that, in what depended upon mental communication, they were ready.

Harry wished he could stay longer in Salamanca with Severus, but he knew the Ministry wouldn't keep them there without any practical result. The two of them discussed their alternatives and agreed to visit the Cueva again that night.

A few minutes before midnight, Severus wrapped an arm around Harry's waist. "Don't leave my side. We must stay in visual contact. No te pierdas de mi vista."

 

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Ptyx, July 2006