Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7872205. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape Character: Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy Additional Tags: Challenge_Response, Series, Romance, Unusual_Sexual_Situation Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2003-04-11 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4535 ****** Intense Desire ****** by Jean Tarin [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary CHALLENGES: 3 Draco Malfoy throws a hex on Harry that makes Harry horny as Hell, but Draco had not expected Harry to make Snape his object of attention. 63 Snape has to tutor Harry on dueling. 181 Severus must at some point say, "You are naked and you are not in your right mind." 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 about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: Part of "From Duck til Dawn-the Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest" at: http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS 1. Agito is Latin for toss, as into set in motion. 2. Caedes is Latin for cut or kill. 3. Conglacio is Latin for freeze or stop. 4. Concupisco is Latin for intense desire. ***** Intense Desire ***** Intense Desire Draco Malfoy opened his eyes cautiously. His head was still pounding from the day before. He slowly took in the green drapes around his comfortable, but much too small, bed. He closed his eyes again quickly. I'll just stay in bed. They won't miss me. Draco's father, Lucius, had been killed the month before school was to let out for the summer holidays. His mother, Narcissia, had been the murderess, and was now in Azkaban. Draco, the boy who had everything, was, for all intents and purposes, an orphan at seventeen. So now he was forced to spend his summer at Hogwarts with his new guardian, Severus Snape. It wouldn't be so bad, really, if it wasn't for that prat, Potter, he thought. Professor Dumbledore had insisted that Harry stay at Hogwarts for the summer also. Apparently, the boy's guardians had abused him. He probably didn't get an extra scoop of ice cream! The great and wonderful Potter wouldn't know abuse if it hit him in the face, Draco mused. Severus had insisted that they not waste their time on frivolous pursuits such as Quidditch and actually learn something over the summer. With Voldemort still on the loose, dueling lessons seemed a good idea. At least, they did until Draco found out that Harry could best him easily. Now he spent all his time trying to avoid the lessons, while studying hexes and curses that might give him an edge against the golden boy. An insistent knocking on his bedroom door finally forced Draco out of bed. He opened the door, knowing full well what to expect. An angry Severus Snape stood on the other side of the threshold, sneering. "You are ten minutes late for you morning's lesson. Get your lazy arse down to the Great Hall. Now." Severus stalked away muttering. Draco was sure he caught the words "embarrassment" and "hopeless." He groaned, dressed, and headed to the Hall for his daily dose of humiliation. ============================================================================= Draco bowed deeply to his opponent, turned gracefully, and paced to the other end of the platform. When he turned back around, Harry was already casting his first hex. "Agito. " He didn't even have a chance to think about the counter-curse, much less put it into action. He went flying across the Hall, banging his already aching head against the stone wall. Severus picked him up and scanned him quickly for injuries. Deciding the boy was fine, physically; at least, Severus pushed him back towards the platform. Draco climbed up reluctantly, next spell already on his lips. "Caedes. " Severus had his wand ready. "Conglacio. " The hex froze, mid-air. Harry sat down heavily and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Severus turned on Draco. "What the Hell was that? You are here to learn to duel, not to kill one another." "I'm trying, Sir." "Ah, then kindly explain your casting a killing curse at Harry." The professor sneered. Draco was taken aback. Severus had just called Potter by his given, and didn't even seem to realize it. He must be extremely pissed off to forget himself like that. "I didn't cast a killing curse. I cast a cutting curse. Why did you stop it?" "Ceado is a cutting curse. You cast Caedes. It means the difference between pain and death. Pay more attention, boy." They continued to hurl hexes at one another until lunchtime. Draco skipped lunch, preferring to take a nap in hopes of relieving some of the pain and humiliation he was suffering. As he lay in bed, Draco mentally reviewed the duel. He had always done well against other opponents. Why couldn't he best bloody Potter? He pictured Potter in his mind. Tall now, only an inch or two shorter than Severus, and three inches taller than Draco, Harry had filled out nicely. Seeking had toned his body, giving him a strong chest and legs. His unruly black hair had grown just past shoulder length, and was mostly tamed by being pulled back into a leather clasp. A few shorter, flyaway strands hung lose, framing his face. Large green eyes shone from behind thick black lashes. Oh, Gods! I have a crush on Harry Potter! That thought snapped Draco out of his depression. If a crush was what kept him from beating the Gryffindor, then sex would solve his problem. He jumped off his bed and ran for his thickest tome of curses. Checking the index, he quickly found what he was looking for. ============================================================================= That evening as Draco faced down his opponent he had only one thing on his mind. Not bothering with rules of conduct, he aimed his wand and cried, "Concupisco !" Severus, completely unprepared for hexes to be thrown before the obligatory show of civility, could not stop the curse from hitting its mark. He sighed deeply, knowing that no counter-curse existed for desire except time. Harry spun around with the force of the attack. He didn't recognize the hex he had been hit by. All he knew was that he was suddenly aware of how powerfully attractive Snape was. Where the bloody Hell did THAT thought come from? Without pausing to consider his actions, Harry launched himself at Severus. The unsuspecting professor was knocked to the ground by the force. Harry was shedding his clothes. Severus gasped. He had fully expected Harry to attack Draco. From the look on the other boy's face, so had Draco. Severus had been prepared to sit back and enjoy the show, inflicting cruel detentions on the two boys afterward. (Being summer, he was unable to take off house points, but detentions were still an option.) Harry, now fully undressed, began licking and nibbling at his teacher's  throat. He rubbed his body over the still clad wizard as if he were a cat. Harry felt Severus trying to push him off, but held fast. It took several tries to knock the hormonal boy away from him. "Potter, go to your dorm. You are naked and you are not in your right mind," Snape snapped. Harry ignored the older wizard's instructions, too intent on his desires. Waving his wand and muttering, he cast the charm teenage wizards knew best. Severus Snape found himself completely naked. Instead of the expected anger, he felt vulnerable, but not unpleasantly so. "Draco, to your dorm. Now. I will deal with you later." He hoped his voice was stern. In his own head it sounded weak, lustful. Draco scurried away. He had an unpleasant feeling that he didn't want to know what was about to happen. He knew if HE'D jumped Severus, he'd have been hexed into oblivion. Harry was once again on top of Severus, though this time, he met with little resistance. The older wizard only put up a token struggle. Severus couldn't bring himself to put up any real fight. He'd been lusting after Harry since the start of the boy's sixth year. No, not a boy. Not since last year. Harry had returned from the summer holidays looking very much the man. He'd grown several inches, nearly as tall as Severus, and had filled out. He was no longer the lanky, clumsy boy that irritated Severus so. He had become the fetching man that kept Severus hard through Potions lessons once a week. Now he was a beautiful fallen angel that kept Severus aching through dueling lessons twice a day. At this very moment, he was the sexy young thing sucking and licking Severus' nipples. No, he couldn't fight it. He wouldn't win, not that he wanted to. Harry bit and lapped at the nipples until the light pink nubs were stiff and swollen. He loved the taste of his Potions master. He explored the chiseled abs with warm hands; his tongue soon followed. Harry let his hands roam further down the hard body. Severus felt the hands slide over his hips and caress his thighs. He groaned loudly, hoping that Draco had indeed gone to his dorm as instructed. The hands grasped skin tightly, bruising the pale flesh. Severus bucked his hips, silently begging Harry to move on. Harry, though, was in no hurry. He'd never experienced sex with a man (or even a boy), and planned to fully enjoy it. Guided by instincts he didn't know he had, Harry allowed his tongue to explore Severus' navel. He indulged himself in tongue fucking the shallow hole. The sensation drove Severus nearer to the edge. The hot tongue probed his navel; sharp teeth pulled on the surrounding skin. When Harry's mouth clamped over his navel and sucked, Severus came, rubbing his erection against Harry's chest. Harry gasped as warm, sticky semen coated his chest and stomach. His arousal grew, and he was no longer patient enough to enjoy exploring his new lover. Instead, he sat between the older man's legs. He slid his fingers through the stickiness on his belly, coating them generously. Severus was still lost in the haze that accompanies a good orgasm when one finger slid into his anus. He hissed at the sensation and felt his body trying to reject the foreign object. Quickly regaining control over his body, he relaxed and allowed the digit full access. He was rewarded when it brushed over his prostate. Severus moaned loudly when Harry's finger brushed against the small knot again. Taking the moan as permission, Harry slid a second finger into the tight hole. This time, the entrance was much easier. He felt as if his finger was being sucked into Severus' anus. He scissored his fingers roughly. He wasn't trying to hurt the other man; he was just impatient. "Now. Harry, please. Now." Severus was panting, begging. Even though his balls were spent, Severus couldn't wait to have Harry buried inside him. He'd been wanting this for a year, and couldn't fathom waiting one more second. He didn't have to. At the first "Now," Harry jerked his fingers out of Severus' passage and shoved his prick inside. Severus hissed in obvious pain, but Harry was too caught up stop. He rammed in and out of Severus, burying himself to the balls with each stroke. The hissing became groaning, then outright moaning as the pain turned to pleasure, and then ecstasy. He thrust upward with each of Harry's downward strokes, meeting the rhythm and force set by the younger man. As they sped up, Severus felt himself losing control. Harry felt his sac drawing up. He froze, screamed his lover's name, and came, convulsing, into Severus' ass. When he heard his name being shouted in climax, Severus reached his second orgasm. Only a slight amount of seed dribbled out of his half-hard prick, but it was no less pleasurable for the lack of semen. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment of perfection. Harry collapsed atop his teacher, breathing heavily. He allowed his eyes to drop for just a moment, just to let them adjust. ============================================================================= Two hours later Harry awoke, sticky but sated. As reality reasserted itself, he pulled out of the warmth encasing his limp cock and pushed himself against the platform behind him. Severus awoke to the pain of Harry ripping their sticky chests apart. He screamed. He blinked. He stared at Harry. "Sir, I'm . . . I don't know what to say." "Say nothing, Potter. This never happened." Harry nodded slowly, feeling strangely disappointed. He gathered his clothes, watching out of the corner of his eye as Sev-Professor Snape did the same. He thought Snape looked sad. Wishful thinking, he berated himself as he dressed and headed for Gryffindor Tower. He'd never have had sex with me if I didn't rape him. Potter looks almost disappointed. No, he's probably just sick at the thought of having shagged the greasy Potions master. One more year. Just one more year and I can get rid of the brat for good. Feeling much more depressed than he'd admit, even to himself, Severus headed to the dungeons to clean up. And maybe down a bottle of brandy. ***** Intense Desire 2 ***** Intense Desire 2 Feeling disappointed and confused, Harry allowed his feet to carry him to Gryffindor Tower, where he planned on reviewing recent events until they made sense. What confused him was his disappointment. He should be feeling disgusted that he'd shagged Snape; or, at least, relieved that he hadn't been punished. It's not as if Harry had WANTED to screw his professor; it was all Malfoy's fault. Anyway . . . Harry stopped cold, looking around. He had no clue where he was, but it certainly wasn't near his dormitory. So much for letting his feet lead the way! Now he was faced with a decision: turn back and hope he would be able to retrace his steps, or take one of the two corridors that forked in opposite directions in front of him. Sighing, Harry turned left, walking down the dimly lit hallway and praying that it would lead somewhere more familiar. Before he realized there was an obstacle in his path, he was upon it. The Mirror of Erised stood in front of a dead-end, lit by its own luminous glow. Remembering Professor Dumbledore's warnings from first year, Harry turned quickly away from the mirror. As much as he'd like to see his parents' faces, it wasn't worth the risk to his sanity. As he was about to start retracing his steps, a movement caught the corner of his eye. Turning back to the mirror, Harry saw the last thing he'd ever expected to see. Mouth agape and heart pounding, he watched as Snape pulled him close, kissing him frantically. In the mirror, Harry was kissing back, grabbing Snape by the back of his head as if to anchor the older man to him. This can't be the Mirror of Erised. My deepest desire is NOT Severus Snape. His cock stiffened at the sight in front of him, belying his thoughts. Harry attempted to will his erection away, with no luck. Harry watched as the men in the mirror devoured one another's mouths, hands exploring each other with passionate ferocity. The real Harry groaned as his reflection reached for Severus' cock, releasing it from too-tight trousers. Harry turned and ran, frightened by his reaction to what he had seen. Not bothering to even hope he'd find his way back to his dormitory, he stumbled through dark hallways and unused corridors. It came as a total shock to him, therefore, when he found himself standing outside the Potions classroom, staring through the open door at an irritated Severus Snape. "Potter, I believe I told you to go to your dorm, not to stalk me. What do you want?" Severus was doing an amazing job at hiding his confusion and discomfort. "Professor, I . . . I didn't mean to . . ." Amused by the stammering young man, Severus drawled "Eloquent as always." "Sir, I'm sorry. I got lost." "You've been going to this school for six years, Potter. That lie won't work; try and come up with something more realistic next time." Harry advanced on his teacher, temporarily leaving his mind at the door in favor of challenging the older wizard. "I . . .GOT . . .LOST. I wasn't paying attention, and ended up in a strange hall. Do you have a problem with that, Professor?" Severus was struck dumb; no one had ever dared to speak to him that way. He stalked toward Harry, ready to fight. As he closed the short distance between them, Severus realized, to his dismay, that his cock was pressing against his zipper as if trying to get free. Obviously, his body responded well to that kind of treatment, but Severus would be damned if he allowed his hormones to take control. Harry, too, noticed the bulge at Snape's crotch. The images from the mirror flashed back into his mind, insisting that this is what Harry wanted. Harry could no longer deny it; he wanted, no, needed, Severus Snape. Severus took the last step separating himself from Harry and opened his mouth to let out a slew of insults, but before he could make a sound, he found it plundered by a searching tongue. Unable to think, he kissed back, exploring the silky palate of his most dangerous weakness. Harry wrapped his arms around the taller man, pulling him closer as he tasted the unexpected sweetness. A muffled groan escaped him as he felt strong arms entangling him, possessing him. Finally, the desperate need for air outweighed his desires, and he pulled away. "Where are your rooms?" Harry asked, without thinking. Severus led the other wizard to a Slytherin banner, pushed the banner aside, and mumbled a password too low to be heard by his student. The walls came alive, moving stone by stone to create a doorway just large enough for the two of them to enter, side by side. Harry half-dragged his professor through the door, not noticing the tasteful dcor. He passed through the living room, down the hall, and headed straight for Severus' bedroom, finding it more out of luck than instinct. Once there, he pulled the older wizard inside and shut the door, casting an advanced silencing spell over his shoulder. "Harry? We shouldn't be doing this, you're . . . " "Severus, stop! This feels right; you can't deny it. I want it, you want it, and there's no law against it. So shut up and come here." Harry pulled Severus to him, kissing his thin lips before the teacher could object. As much as he thought he should, Severus was unable to think of a way to escape what was about to happen. Truth be told, he didn't want to escape. All his life he'd been in control, and he hated it. That's why he'd followed Voldemort in the first place, to have someone else dominate for once. Of course, that had turned ugly, and now Severus was more in control then ever, playing double agent and making life-threatening decisions on a daily basis. Not to mention having to govern hundreds of stupid brats armed with explosive Potions ingredients. He knew he was attracted to Harry, but he'd been attracted to students before. Bill Weasley, for instance. But this was different, this he couldn't avoid. It had been haunting him for the past year, and had taken over earlier that day, when the curse of passion had hit its mark, causing the young man to jump him. Yes, Severus needed Harry Potter. He needed his supple young flesh, his brilliant green eyes, and his lack of caring what the world thought. Most of all, he needed Harry's natural dominance. Throwing caution to the wind for the first time since joining the ranks of Death Eaters, Severus allowed himself to be manipulated. Harry's hands had been at work while Severus was rationalizing the situation. His robes were bunched around his feet and his white silk shirt completely unbuttoned. He helped the younger man to remove the shirt, never breaking the kiss. Then he put his own nimble fingers to work, unbuttoning and removing Harry's clothes. Clad only in too-large trousers, Harry broke the kiss to push his naked teacher onto the bed. He crawled atop his prey, biting and licking the long, white neck, while his fingers twisted and kneaded small brown nipples. Gasps from his lover assured Harry that his attentions were well received. Severus writhed and wiggled, driven insane by the onslaught of pleasure/pain. He'd often wondered if he'd enjoy exploring the boundaries of pain, but had never before experienced anything resembling this. Usually, his lovers were just cruel, and there was no delight in the tortures that they devised for him. Leaving a beautiful purple love-bite on the pure neck, Harry turned his  attentions further down the long torso. His mouth clamped, vice-like, over one erect nipple, nibbling and chewing on the already sore nub. Severus' hands, which had up until that point been tightly grasping the comforter underneath him, buried themselves in Harry's hair, using the young man's head as a handle to reality. He moaned loudly, trying hard not to tug the hair right out of Harry's head. Intent on teasing his new lover, Harry kissed the swollen nipples and licked a slow path to the other man's navel. Dipping his tongue in the shallow hole, he performed feats of tongue acrobatics, twisting and slurping, enjoying the deep growls coming from his professor's throat. Severus bucked his hips involuntarily; unable to stand what he was getting, yet hungry for more. He was only vaguely aware of the desperate sounds escaping him; they sounded far off, as if coming from another world. Finally Harry felt he had tortured his plaything enough. He scooted himself further down the bed, and took Severus' huge, leaking erection into his mouth. His tongue lapped at the pee slit, greedy for the pre-cum dribbling out. He sucked the head hard, as if trying to drain it of its precious fluids. Severus screamed. The suction to his cock head was enough to push him over the edge, but he held back, forcing his balls to relax, to wait for what would happen next. Sensing his lover's need to hold off, Harry let go of this prize, kissing the head softly as he pulled away. "Sev, where's the lube?" "I . . .don't have . . .any," Severus panted, out of breath and feeling the loss of the warmth that had been encasing the head of his prick seconds before. "Lotion? Jelly? Maybe even a harmless potion I could use?" Harry was sounding desperate, afraid that he'd have to stop, or hurt his lover. Neither idea seemed plausible, thanks to his aching erection. "Um . . . Lotion. Bathroom cabinet." Harry fetched the lotion and returned to the bed to see Severus staring, wide-eyed and lust-fogged, at the ceiling. He bent over the other man's face, kissing him ferociously, before returning to the end of the bed. He quickly shed his trousers, freeing his prick to bob against his toned abdomen. Harry pushed Severus' hips up, sliding his thighs under the other man to give himself better access. He poured a generous amount of the Eucalyptus lotion into his hand, and swallowed Severus' prick whole. Severus was so lost in the slow rhythm of his blowjob that he hardly noticed as a tentative finger probed his anus, slowly opening him up. In fact, it wasn't until the third finger was inserted that he even realized what was happening. He felt himself being stretched, gloriously debauched, the sensation causing his balls to draw up, unable to resist spilling their seed. Harry caught it just in time. He tugged roughly on the sac, refusing them release. At the same time, one of his searching fingers caressed the small knot inside Severus, eliciting another scream. The pleasure, mixed with the agony of denial, caused Severus' head to swim. He groaned with disappointment as the fingers left him empty, feeling more alone than he ever had before. Moments later, his depression was relieved by the feeling of a blunt object nudging his aching entrance. Harry's now-slicked cock pressed against the opening, rubbing and teasing, not yet ready to enter his lover. He knew that if he started too soon, it would be over before it began. Severus had been on the verge of orgasm most of the night, and Harry was so randy that he could hardly think. Rubbing the older man's thighs with strong hands, Harry let himself regain his composure, as well as giving Severus time to relax. Finally, without warning, he pushed the mushroom head of his prick past the tight ring of muscles, sighing at the exquisite joining. Inch by maddening inch Harry entered his lover, moaning and breathing heavy with each short thrust. Severus' need was overwhelming. He attempted to impale himself on the marvelous length, anxious to feel himself filled at last, but Harry's hands held onto him, preventing him from reaching his goal. At last, the last inch of Harry's cock pressed into Severus, balls hitting his arse in a soft, but tempting manner. Harry pulled slightly out, re-angled himself, and slowly forced himself back in. Severus moaned loudly as the cock brushed against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting from his anus to his brain. Harry leaned over his teacher, bracing himself with his hands to either side of the older wizard's head so as not to crush the other man. He pressed his lips to the ones underneath him, needing to taste as well as to feel. In an excruciatingly slow rhythm he pumped into his lover, trying to draw it out, make it last. Now free of the hands pinning him down, Severus bucked into the thrusts, forcing Harry to speed up, to plunge harder. A muffled cry against his lips reminded Severus that he wasn't in charge, but the younger man continued the new pace, unable to control himself any longer. Minutes, hours, days later Harry's pumping became irregular. He was pounding into Severus furiously, rubbing against the prostate with every other stroke. He managed to prop himself on a single arm, snaking the other arm between them to jerk Severus' cock. Severus came, gushing like a geyser, spraying both their stomachs and chests with his sticky seed. His muscles clamped rhythmically, milking the prick inside him. Harry's orgasm hit before Severus' ended. He spurted his hot juices into the tight arse, pumping hard as the last drops escaped him. Rolling quickly off his lover, Harry pulled the other man close to him, kissed his head, and dropped off to sleep. Thoroughly exhausted, Severus muttered a cleaning spell and followed Harry into oblivion. ============================================================================= Severus woke up several hours later to see Harry staring, facing him propped on one elbow. The worried look on the young man's face brought Severus abruptly from the land just between sleep and wakefulness. Here it comes. He's about to tell me that the curse was still active and accuse me of taking advantage of him. It won't matter that my heart is broken, because I'll be out of a job when he tells Dumbledore. I'll have more important things to worry about than my pain. "Severus?" He took a deep breath, composing himself for what he was sure would follow. "Yes?" "This wasn't just a one day thing, was it? I don't think I could stand it if you broke it off now." His shock must have shown, because Harry's frown turned into a seductive smile. "You thought I was going to break it off, didn't you? For once, we want the same thing." "Harry, I . . ." Severus paused, trying to think of what to say. Finally, he settled for the truth, or part of it, at least. "Yes, I thought you were going to end it. I thought you were still under Mr. Malfoy's curse, and would be horrified at what you'd done." "Never. If it had just been the curse, I would have jumped Malfoy. I didn't realize it until I ran into the Mirror of Erised, but I've wanted you for a long time." Harry grinned, leaned over, and kissed his newfound love. The kiss was tender, loving; both men were too sated to try and entice one another again so soon. "Harry, I . . ." "Eloquent as always," Harry teased. 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