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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012)
  Relationship:
      Leonardo/Raphael, Leonardo/Tiger_Claw, Raphael/Tiger_Claw
  Character:
      Tiger_Claw, Raphael, Leonardo
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Mind_Break, Potions, T_Cest, Yaoi, Romance, first
      romance, First_Time, Tail_Play, Sex, Underage_Sex, beatings, Sex_Toys,
      Latex, Oral_Sex, Humiliation, Verbal_Humiliation, Hurt_Raphael, Hurt_Leo
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1477
****** Pretty in pink ******
by KerryAnne
Summary
     Leonardo and Raphael are held hostage by Tiger Claw and subjected to
     a life changing experience that's irreversible.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Leo's 16
Donnie's 16
Mikey's 16
Raph's 15
 
Bound securely with rope and suspended over a vat, a naked, gearless and mask
less Leonardo squirmed futilely, as Tiger Claw blew on his slit. “Stop that. I
don’t like that!” Leo said.
“I think you do, Leonardo. Are you a virgin?” Tiger Claw asked, stroking Leo’s
slit. Leo’s cheeks reddened at the impertinent question and Tiger Claw chuckled
and said, “I’ll take that as a yes. That’s sweet. Is Raphael one?”
“How should I know that?” Leo asked, trying to wriggle away. “Stop it!”
“You’re brothers.”
“Yes, but we don’t tell each other everything.”
“Well, he soon won’t be.”
“You leave him alone, you hear me!” Leo yelled, as a reluctant churr rolled up
his throat. The stroking felt so good and he soon dropped his eight inch cock
into Tiger Claw’s waiting hand. The glans oozed precome and Tiger Claw laughed
and said, “I barely touched you and already you’re performing. Such a good
beautiful boy. You’re gorgeous, Leonardo, and so is Raphael. I reckon he’ll be
here in a few minutes, but no Mikey or Don. They’re with April and Casey in
Florida and you and Raphael stayed behind to work on your fractured
relationship.”
“How the hell did you know that?”
“We have remote access to your lair and hear everything. Anyway, I told him
where you are and he’ll soon be here and you boys will definitely be close.
Ever fancied screwing your brother?” Tiger Claw asked, as he started to pump
Leo’s dick.
“Of course not!” Leo shouted indignantly, his sapphire eyes blazing. “That’s
disgusting. He’s my brother. It’d be morally wrong and I’m not gay!”
“You’ll soon change your mind, my little one,” Tiger Claw said, and pumped
faster.
Leo’s eyes glazed over and he shut them, as pleasure coursed through his body,
his toes curling, his dick now proud and erect. Shame colored his cheeks. He
wasn’t meant to enjoy it and lose control. Not him. He was supposed to have
self-control. How could he enjoy the humiliation? “Stunning,” Tiger Claw said,
“You’re a big boy, Leonardo. And I like that. Raphael’s a big boy too. I’ve
seen him wanking himself. I reckon he’s ten inches. You’re no longer leader.
Just my toy and Raphael will be your playmate. At least you won’t be alone,
huh? Lovers. No longer just brothers.
Before Leo could comment, he was submerged into a vat, containing a pink
liquid. What it was, he didn’t know, but he doubted it was anything good. When
Tiger Claw had ambushed him down in the sewers, after he’d stormed out, having
had a fight with Raphael, the villain had mentioned that he loved the color
pink and he hoped Leo did too.
The liquid quickly coated Leo’s body, sticking to him like glue and encasing
his now pink cock and tail, which rested snugly against his body. “Don’t worry.
You’ll still be able to use your cock,” Tiger Claw said. “And you will. Just
like Raphael will use his on you.”
Leo tried to keep his mouth shut, but in the need for air, he opened his mouth
and the liquid flowed down his throat, pooling in his belly and causing a
burning sensation that made him want to scream. It next penetrated his hole,
hollowing it out and making it pliable for cocks and whatever else Tiger Claw
had in mind. Tiger Claw planned for Leo to be a source of entertainment with
his colleagues and Raphael wouldn’t miss out on the fun either. “You should
know this liquid’s permanent, Leonardo. This is you forever. No cure. Nothing.
And your brothers will never find you either.”
The transformation complete, Tiger Claw lifted Leo back up and grinned in
satisfaction at his handiwork. “You look exquisite, Leonardo.”
“What did you do to me?” Leonardo asked in despair, through the latex.
“I beautified you, my pet,” Tiger Claw said, and patted Leonardo’s rump, making
Leo tense. “You’ll thank me in time. We’re going to have so much fun,
Leonardo,” Tiger Claw said in a tone that sent shivers down Leo’s spine, dread
and nausea bubbling in his belly.
“I want to go home!”
“This is home, Leonardo. Stop resisting and accept your fate,” Tiger Claw said
and kissed Leo’s dick.
“Stop that now! You hear me. Stop this and let me go right now,” Leo shouted,
trying to assert himself.
“That’s cute, Leonardo,” Tiger Claw scoffed, raking his nail over Leo’s tail
and making his cock twitch. Leo had always been sensitive in it. “But your days
as leader are over. You’re my pet, my toy and Raphael’s mate. That’s your life.
No more missions. No more ninjitsu. Nothing. Just rutting and mating. Come and
cocks, sex toys, pleasure. Pleasure. Honestly, you’re a very lucky boy.”
“What the fuck’s going on here?” a male voice demanded, as he entered the room,
wielding his sai. He took in the scene and added, "Leo, why do ya look
so….pretty? What the fuck did ya do ta him, kitty cat?”
“Jealous, Raphael?” Tiger Claw quipped. “You like pink too? It would suit your
complexion.”
“Run, Raph!” Leo said. “Just go!”
“I ain’t leavin’ ya, Fearless,” Raphael said, his green eyes stony. “Let him
go, kitty. Now!”
Tiger Claw suddenly leapt high onto a crate, withdrew a canister from his belt
and threw it at Raphael, catching him unawares, because his attention was on
Leo. It opened and gas seeped out, permeating the air and making Raphael cough
and splutter. Raphael distracted, Tiger Claw extracted a tranquiliser dart from
his belt and shot it at Raphael, hitting his arm. “Fuckin’ hell,” Raphael
thought, removing the dart and trying to stand up, the smoke now abating. He
got to his feet, but soon feeling the affects of the dart, his feet felt like
jello and gave way. He slumped to the ground with a dull thud, his green eyes
sliding shut.
“Raph!” Leo yelled.
“Another precious bundle,” Tiger Claw said, jumping down and picking up
Raphael.
A few minutes later, Leo watched in horror, as his brother was stripped, bound
and suspended above the vat. “Please don’t,” Leo begged. “You have me. I’ll be
good. I promise. Just let him go.”
“Never,” Tiger Claw said, rubbing Leo’s dick. He’d kept the leader strung up
until he was done with Raphael. When his transformation was complete, the
turtles would be given a concoction that would make them subservient sex slaves
forever, as well as devoted to each other and whoever else desired them.
Raphael was submerged in the vat and, just like Leonardo, his body quickly
turned pick and his holes were hollowed out. Tiger Claw lifted him out and ran
a hand down his cock. “Wonderful,” he said. “My two delectable slaves are
ready.”
“Gah,” Raphael said, stirring. “I feel so damn weird. What’s wrong with me?
What have ya done ta me?” he demanded, glaring at Tiger Claw. "My body feels so
snug and...."He glanced down and saw in mortification that instead of being the
purple he'd been born with, his dick was pink and erect.Blushing profusely, he
snapped, "What the hell is this shit?"
"Latex and it's permanent, Raphael. Fits you nicely and accentuates your
parts," Tiger Claw said, and smirked, as he ran a hand down Raphael's cock.
"You're beautiful, Raphael, and ninjitsu was a waste of your time. You should
be having fun fucking."
"Back off," Raphael snarled, baring his teeth.
"Still trying to be the Alpha, huh? It'll be interesting watching you and
Leonardo battle for dominance. You ever wanted to fuck him?"
"Yuck. Gross. No way. I got my sights set on April.”
“Not anymore. You like guys and cocks and pink.”
“Fuck ya! The hell I do. I'll never do that!"
Tiger Claw ran his hand down Raphael’s rump and squeezed his little tail,
making Raphael flinch. “Don’t do that! I hate that. Leave me alone. Leo?”
“You like being touched.”
“Get yer damn paws off of me, ya fuckin’ crazy cat! Let us go now!”
“Let him go, Tiger Claw!” Leo roared.
Tiger Claw grinned, “Raphael, you will love cocks and Leo. He’s going to be
your mate and I’ll be using you too. Pink is so you!”
“FUCK!” Raphael shrieked. “I don’t want this. I ain’t gay. I ain’t fuckin’
gay!"
Tiger Claw ignored him, retrieved a vial from a desk, dipped a syringe into it,
injected both turtles, untied them, placed them onto the ground and waited.
Show time, he thought excitedly, clapping his hands. This is going to be so
much fun. The ex-leader and hothead fucking like animals and there’s nothing
they can do about it.
He watched, as the brothers stared at one another, cute little tails on
display, and thought, I wonder who'll be the dominant one now.
End Notes
     A/N Inspired by Epicenter and squishyturtlefuckfics
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to submission. But
Potter was no longer a wide-eyed eleven year old to quail at the angry tone.
He smiled at Severus; revealing perfect white teeth against the plump, pink
lips. The brat looked liked he'd been kissed within an inch of his life
already. When Potter's tongue darted out to lick the lips, Severus followed the
movement with his eyes, his cock straining against his trousers. Oh, Potter had
a perfect mouth and now as the tongue retreated behind it, saliva glistened on
the lipstick and made Severus ache to taste those lips. He refused to give the
brat the satisfaction of knowing how much this blatant display was affecting
him. Not to mention the brat's attire.
Potter had always seemed a bit androgynous and now with the heels, the skirt
and the ribbon in his hair he looked more girlish than ever. His cheeks were
stubble free and from what Severus could see of the boy's thighs, the legs were
smooth and hairless too. Severus' hands ached to run up those stockings, to
touch, to squeeze and he had to bite back a moan of want. If it hadn't been for
the cock straining against the ribbon it would have been all too easy to have
mistaken Potter for a girl. But Potter was no girl, despite the make-up and the
clothes.
He was staring at Severus with that seductive smile and it was infuriating. How
had the brat known that for years Severus had harboured secret fantasies of
seeing the beautiful boy in skirts and stockings, ribbons and satin? He could
admit it to himself now: Potter was beautiful. There was no denying it. The
female clothes – rather than making him look awkward, like a boy just
pretending to be a girl – made him even more beautiful and unique and Severus
could barely tear his eyes away.
Did Severus like what he saw? Dear Merlin, he loved everything, from the tight
t-shirt that left the toned midriff open to view to the stocking-encased legs
and the bow wrapped around that perfect prick, erect and already dripping
copiously. Severus' own cock was throbbing in his trousers like a second
heartbeat and he couldn't take it any more. The boy had been teasing him for
months.
Severus finally wiped that smug smile off Potter's face, but he didn't do it
with a slap, he did it with a kiss.
***
At first Harry thought he'd gone too far, especially when Snape demanded he
leave. Harry had ignored the order, he was determined to see this through, and
he'd already seen the lustful way Snape was staring at him and the telltale
bulge beneath the man's robes. Snape was hard. For him. Because of seeing Harry
like this. Harry's whole body shook with the force of his desire. He flushed
under Snape's scrutiny – Snape had always been intense and to have all of that
intensity focused on him was nothing short of electrifying; Harry was convinced
they could plug Harry into a Muggle wall socket and he'd be able to power a
small village.
When Snape prowled closer to him, his robes swishing along the flagstone floor,
it was all Harry could to do to remember to breathe. He was sure Snape was
going to yank him from the desk and throw him out into the Slytherin hallway.
It was much better and much worse than what he had been imagining.
Better because Snape loomed over him like a vampire about to devour his prey
before claiming Harry's mouth in one of the most heated kisses he had ever
received. Harry had imagined their first kiss plenty of times before, but
nothing could prepare him for the reality of it or how well the man could kiss.
Cho had never made him feel like this. This kiss was hungry, hinting of things
yet unsatisfied, as Snape licked and sucked on his mouth for what seemed like
hours. There was a feeling of possessive desire in the kiss as Harry's lips
were claimed again and again. Licks, bites, groaning, moaning with unfulfilled
passion. Snape's kisses sent shockwaves straight to Harry's groin and when
Snape's tongue finally pushed past his teeth to tangle with Harry's own, he was
lost, spurting suddenly in pulsing, wet heat against the man's robes.
Snape pulled back from the kiss and smirked down at him. "My, my, Potter. A bit
quick off the mark, aren't we?"
"Fuck, Snape! I couldn't help it!" exclaimed Harry, blushing in mortification.
The man must think he was such a child.
Snape grabbed his head and yanked his hair back. "You will call me sir or this
stops now!" he hissed and pressed a bruising kiss to Harry's lips.
Heck, Harry would call him Santa Claus if that's what he wanted and so Harry
had no objections to calling him sir especially if it meant things would
continue. "Sorry, sir," replied Harry.
Snape glanced down at his own robes, where Harry's emission stained them white.
"You've made my robes dirty," said Snape. Harry fumbled for his wand, intending
to cast a cleaning charm, but Snape clamped his hand around Harry's wrist. "Oh,
no, Mr. Potter. Your body made them dirty and your body will clean them. Use
your mouth."
Harry gaped at him, not quite believing what the man had said, but he couldn't
deny the fact that he shivered with pleasure at the forceful tone. He should
have known Snape wasn't going to make it easy for him. Harry sat up straight on
the desk and then leaned forward so that he could reach Snape's robes. Harry
darted his tongue out and began to lick his come from the man's dark robe.
Snape groaned as soon as Harry's tongue began lapping at the fabric and the
sound had Harry hardening again, although he wasn't sporting anything like a
full erection yet. Harry had tasted himself only once before as an experiment
but it hadn't been as good as licking his come from Snape. That thought sent
his head reeling and spurred him on to suck faster and harder.
Harry's emission had landed just to the side of Snape's cock and as Harry
lapped and licked the clothes clean, Snape's moans got more and more
pronounced. He wondered what would happen if his tongue happened to lick a
little bit closer to Snape's groin. Harry glanced up; Snape's eyes were half-
closed, inky eyelashes dusting his cheeks. His lips travelled gradually over
the fabric, he'd licked them clean, now it was time to kiss that erection that
Harry had been eyeing as soon as he'd noticed it.
As soon as Harry pressed a kiss to the front of the robes at Snape's groin, he
yanked Harry's hair again and growled at him. "If you're going to do that, you
may as well do it properly, Potter."
With that, Snape opened the front of his robes revealing the black waistcoat,
black trousers and white shirt underneath. Long, elegant fingers slowly undid
the trousers and Harry's mouth watered at the treat soon in store for him. He
had never in all his fantasies imagined that the man would allow Harry to suck
his cock! Harry groaned and pressed a hand to his groin, earning him a slap
from Snape.
"That's mine, no touching," commanded Snape as he pulled his cock free from the
confines of his trousers and underwear. Harry had never done it before, but
he'd practiced a bit with a banana, which the twins had suggested but no banana
on earth could have ever prepared him for the size of Snape! Not unless it was
some form of magical plant.
He must have looked nervous or scared for Snape was quick to reassure him,
despite the commanding tone of earlier. "Relax, Potter. I don't expect you to
deep throat me. But I do expect you to swallow. Well, I'm waiting."
"Yes, sir," said Harry as he shuffled to the edge of the desk, the skirt riding
up so that he was sitting bare-arsed and his cock was in full view and
demanding attention. Attention that he wasn't allowed to give it yet. Harry
stared up at him, wanting to imprint this moment in his mind forever. The small
red flush on Snape's cheeks, the way his breathing was beginning to get heavier
the longer Harry kept him waiting.
Harry turned his eyes down to the cock a few inches in front of him. Long and
wide, so purple it almost looked bruised. Clear fluid dripped from the erect
tip, gathering in the foreskin and Harry could wait no longer. He lowered his
head and took as much in his mouth as he could. "Mmmm," he moaned around the
delicious mouthful and began sucking in a steady rhythm for a little while.
Using his hands on the lower part of the shaft that he couldn't fit in his
mouth, he pulled and pushed, licked and sucked, varying his pace a little. He
swirled his tongue inside the foreskin and around the head, licking up every
bitter drop, his own erection so painful it was beginning to hurt.
Snape's moans were like hearing music. Snape was the instrument Harry was
playing and although Harry had never played this particular instrument before,
he felt as if he was becoming quite proficient. Lick, suck, rubbing along the
shaft. His jaw was beginning to ache but Harry didn't want to stop until he
felt Snape shooting his come down his throat. He moaned at just the imagining
of it. Harry didn't think he would be able to last as long as this if it was
the other way around and he wondered what he could do to help things along.
Using his left hand on the shaft, he fondled Snape's balls with the other. The
man grunted and thrust his hips forward, almost choking Harry in the process.
Harry's eyes watered but he didn't relinquish his hold on the cock in his
mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked and sucked for all he was worth.
Snape yowled and grabbed handfuls of Harry's hair, thrusting his hips wildly.
Harry felt the cock inside his mouth pulsing and a few moments later Snape was
howling his release down Harry's throat. Harry swallowed as much as he could,
but there was so much that some dripped out around Snape's cock and down his
chin.
***
Severus' legs wobbled at the force of his orgasm. He glanced down at Potter,
still with Severus' cock in his mouth and with come dripping down his face. The
boy looked deliciously debauched and if Severus hadn't just come with the force
of a runaway train the sight might have had him climaxing again. His cock gave
an interested little twitch before he removed it from Potter's mouth.
The boy shifted restlessly on the desk and Severus knew it was because he was
so achingly aroused. The hard cock jutted out proudly from its nest of dark
curls and although it would be no hardship to take it in his mouth, it was the
arse Severus was more interested in tonight.
He leant down and licked Potter's mouth free of his seed; then he kissed it
back to Potter. Oh, Merlin, the noises the boy was making! Excited little mewls
and groans as he kissed Severus as if he was a man drowning and Severus was
air. Wary of his age and his excitement, Severus kept his body well away so
that Potter couldn't rub up against him again. He moved his hands down,
splaying out over the smooth stomach and then down still lower.
"Lie back," Severus whispered as he pulled his lips away and caressed the boy's
cock. "Make sure your arse is over the edge of the desk."
Potter whimpered as he obeyed and soon Severus' fingers found their way to the
thighs and the secret that nestled between them. There was a gasp of breath as
Severus tried to breach him and met quite a bit of resistance.
"Relax, Potter. You have done this before, haven't you?"
Potter was quiet. Too quiet. All the blood in Severus' body seemed to rush to
his groin as he understood what that silence might imply. No one else had ever
fucked Harry Potter before. Was he a top? That might pose a problem; Severus
had tried bottoming a few times, but it wasn't his preference, fun though it
might be.
"I'm a top, Potter. If you're interested in topping, I suggest you try someone
else."
"No, sir. I don't want to top. I want you," Harry said breathlessly, his
fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles were white. "I've
never – I've never wanted anyone else."
"What are you saying?"
"I've not – I've not topped. I've never been with anyone else, sir. I was
waiting for you to notice me."
"Girls?"
"No, sir. Just some kissing and stuff, nothing too heavy."
Merlin, a complete virgin and he wanted Severus for his first time? Was Potter
mad or was he? Severus knew the risks; if he was Potter's first, then the boy
would be quite likely to mistake the pleasure he felt at the physical act for
love of the person giving him that pleasure. He was too inexperienced to know
the difference between love and sex yet and despite wanting nothing better than
to be the first to take the gift offered, Severus knew it wouldn't have been
fair on the boy. He was leaving soon, offered the reserve Seeker position with
the Ballycastle Bats and they were touring around Europe for a couple of
months.
Harry would have plenty of opportunity to meet someone else and fall in love
and Severus could not deny him that chance at happiness, however slim a chance
it might be.
"Sir?"
Severus realised he had been quiet too long. He glanced down, at the legs
hanging loosely over the desk and then his gaze travelled up the firm body to
the flushed face. Harry was squinting up at him, those emerald eyes staring
into his very soul. He couldn't take Harry's virginity, but that didn't mean he
couldn't give him pleasure.
"Scoot forwards, lift your hips a bit."
Harry did as he was bid and then Severus sank to his knees, as ready and eager
as any worshipper. Severus whispered a spell and heard Harry's surprised intake
of breath as he did so. With Harry's status no longer in doubt, Severus knew he
was unlikely to have received this pleasure either.
***
 
Harry almost shot off the desk when the felt Snape suckling on his sac, taking
each ball in his mouth and swallowing around them. Oh God, that felt so bloody
good! He squirmed as the sensations almost became unbearable. His cock was hard
and throbbing as his balls were sucked and licked as if they were the most
delicious sweets in the world.
"Sir! Please!" pleaded Harry, unsure what he was begging for but just knowing
that he wanted more and he wanted it now.
His balls were released, Severus blew softly on them and Harry felt goosebumps
cover his whole skin, not just on his balls. All the hairs on his body were
standing on end as he was scrutinised under that intense stare. His cock was
dripping precome down his shaft, where it was pooling on his groin and abdomen.
Snape's head was still down between his legs.
"Lift your legs. You can touch your cock; make yourself come when you want to."
"Thank you!" Harry cried in delight, wondering how much more teasing he could
take. Snape bent down again and all Harry could see was the crown of his head
and the dark hair there. A soft lick of Harry's sac again and then that tongue
moved lower, caressing his perineum. "Oh God!" moaned Harry and rocked his hips
a little. Snape spent quite a bit of time there, sucking and licking, nibbling
and nipping and Harry thought he had died and gone to Heaven.
That was, until the tongue moved to the side of his body and began to lick and
tease his inner thighs. Harry's legs quivered as Snape blazed a trail down one
thigh and up the other before stopping in the middle. Harry could feel the
man's breath there, just blowing gently on his opening and he twitched with
pleasure.
Then the tongue circled round and round him, but not breaching him. Harry was
beyond being coherent by now; he moaned and shifted his hips, trying to coax
without words. He was so empty; his muscles were clenching around empty air.
"Please! Oh, please!" he panted. He could feel the tension in his cock and his
lower belly. "Please!"
His pleas were answered as that wonderful, scathing tongue pushed inside. Harry
screamed in bliss as Snape licked and licked Harry in the most intimate place.
Snape's tongue was inside him; Snape was inside him. Nothing could have
prepared him for how this felt. Harry had never even tried a finger up there
before and here Snape was shoving his tongue up there and making the most
wonderful noises, as if he was enjoying it immensely too.
Harry knew that it wouldn't take long to come if he touched his cock, but he
was enjoying this too much to stop now so he kept his hands to his sides and
gripped the desk, wanting to feel everything that Snape was doing to him. He
thrust down against the tongue, impaling himself again and again. Oh, God he
didn't want this to end! Sweat covered his whole body as he was brought to the
edge again and again by Snape's ministrations.
Snape's hands were firm on his thighs, pushing Harry's legs even further apart
as far as the skirt would allow as he smacked wetly against and inside Harry's
arse. Oh, God, those wonderful, wet sounds were having an effect and Harry knew
he couldn't bear it too much longer. Already his cock was straining against the
ribbon at its tip. Harry yanked it off and began to stroke his cock in time to
the thrusts Severus was giving his arse.
"Harder! Deeper! Oh God, deeper!" groaned Harry as he canted his hips a little.
Snape swirled his tongue and drilled it in as deep as he could. Harry stroked
his cock faster and faster, feeling the need uncoiling like a snake in his
belly. His own hand was a blur as it stroked and stroked his aching cock. "Sir!
Sir!" Harry shrieked in ecstasy. His arse clenched around the tongue inside and
suddenly he was there, falling into the sky as he spurted copiously over his
hand and groin. Snape still tongued him until the last of Harry's tremors had
subsided and there was nothing left in Harry's cock.
"Wow!" Harry managed to gasp out, feeling completely drained. In all of his
fantasies and imaginings, he had never imagined anything like that. "I've never
felt anything like it. I think my bones have melted."
Snape stood up and smirked down at him. "I believe that is the idea, Mr.
Potter."
"You've just had your tongue up my arse; do you think you could call me Harry?
I can still call you 'sir' if you want."
"Funnily enough, I don't think I would mind you calling me Severus, Harry." He
gave Harry a small smile, a real one, not a smirk or a sneer. Harry yawned and
clasped a hand over his mouth.
"Time you were returning to your dorm, I think," said Snape - no, Severus.
"Can't I stay the night?" asked Harry. "I'm a bit tired now, but I'll have time
in the morning."
"No, Harry. I'm sorry; I don't think that would be such a good idea."
"Why? I'm not your student anymore and I thought you were enjoying things with
me?"
"You may not be my student but you are still a young man about to embark on an
exciting career, meet lots of new people, travel to distant places. I am not
about to take your virginity, Harry. I just can't do that."
"After all that, you're still rejecting me?" Harry was appalled to find hot
tears stinging his eyes and he tried to wipe them away before Severus saw. He
was too slow, Severus had already seen. Severus leaned over him and kissed them
softly away from his cheeks.
"Oh, Harry. It isn't a rejection, it's a postponement."
"Postponement?" echoed Harry.
"It's time for you to live your life free from any burdens or commitments
placed on you by others, including me. Go, live your life, sow some wild oats
and if you still feel some connection to me, then you'll know where I'll be.
You might meet the love of your life on your tour."
"You're the love of my life! I don't want anyone else!"
"But you've never been given a chance to find that out, have you? Take that
chance, Harry. I'm not going anywhere."
"I want you, Severus!" sobbed Harry. "I've never wanted anyone else the way I
want you!"
Severus wrapped strong arms around him and helped Harry down from the desk.
Harry's skirt was covered in come, as was his belly and Severus' robes; he
realised the man must have come while he'd been fucking Harry with his tongue.
The thought almost made his legs collapse from under him.
"Ssh, Harry, sshh. It'll be all right, you'll see."
"I'll come back to you, Severus. I promise," said Harry as he clung desperately
to him. "You're in my heart now and once you're in there, it's forever."
"Go, have a life," ordered Snape as he pressed a soft kiss to Harry's forehead
and then cast a cleaning charm over both of them. "Goodnight, Harry and may
fortune go with you wherever you go."
"Thank you," said Harry as he kissed him on the lips once again. Harry was
determined he'd be back in these arms in less than a year and it was a struggle
to leave the embrace and make his way to the door. He did it, wanting to show
Severus that he was strong; he could be an adult about this. "Goodnight," Harry
called from the door.
"Oh, and Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry's hand hovered above the handle.
"You look very pretty in pink."
 
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