Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7872259. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape Character: Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape Additional Tags: Drama, Established_Relationship, BDSM Series: Part 2 of Spin_the_Bottle Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2003-03-27 Words: 3075 ****** Spin the Bottle 2: The Fight ****** by Jean Tarin [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary A fairly typical lovers’ spat, followed by not-so-typical make-up sex. Yummy! 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: To all those who requested a sequel, and to Valerie for beta’ing both parts. Without her, it wouldn’t be NEAR as good. Spin the Bottle 2: The Fight Severus sat in his favorite armchair drinking his strongest scotch. He still couldn't believe what Potter had done to him during Potions class today. How embarrassing! He was startled out of his self-pitying reverie by a soft knock on his chamber door. He briefly considered pretending he didn't hear, but knew that whoever it was would not likely give up easily. No one came to his chambers without a good reason. Pushing himself out of the comfortable chair, he stumbled to the door. "Who is it?" "It's Harry. Let me in." Growling, Severus unlocked and opened the door. "What do you want, Potter?" "Sev, don't be an arse," he said, pushing past the Potions master. "It was just harmless fun." "Fun? How is it fun to humiliate me in front of the entire class? Does it amuse you that the story will have spread throughout the school by breakfast time? Or that if word of this incident gets to the school governors I could lose my job?" "Calm down, Sev; it's not that big of a deal. It's not as if anyone noticed you kissing me back. They were too caught up in the fact that I kissed you in the first place." "Mr. Malfoy noticed. He'll inform his father the first chance he gets." "Malfoy's just jealous." Harry advanced on the older man, wrapping his arms around him. "He only wishes he could have what I've got." As Harry began licking his ears, Severus almost forgot to be angry. The other wizard had a way of doing that, diffusing their arguments through sex. He just wished he had the willpower to care at that point. "What would you have done if the bottle had pointed to someone else?" "It wouldn't have. I spelled it to stop on you." Harry laughed, "The silly thing had been spinning non-stop for more than three minutes by the time you walked in!" Severus hid his smile by attacking Harry's collarbone with his teeth. He was rewarded with a soft moan. As he continued to alternately nibble and lick his young lover's throat, his hands worked feverishly at the buttons on the other man's robe. "Sev," Harry gasped, "Oh, Sev, yes!" The talented fingers paused after each button to explore whatever flesh was accessible. They pinched the sensitive nipples, tugged at the thin chest hairs. Harry's arousal grew, pulsing with each teasing, stinging sensation. Severus stopped in his ministrations when his hands met bare hipbones. "Well, well, Mr. Potter. It would seem that someone has been running around 'au natural' all day. Such inappropriate behavior deserves . . . punishment." Harry groaned at the threat, and promise. He adored it when his lover felt the desire to 'punish' him. Severus had a way of blending pleasure and pain so perfectly that Harry could remain on the edge for hours before spending himself violently against the older man. Severus finished unbuttoning the young wizard's robes, stepping back to admire his prize. Large brown nipples jutted out from Harry's chest, begging to be abused. A thin scattering of soft black hair adorned his chest, becoming a sensual trail leading from his navel to his cock. The aforementioned cock was standing straight up, already leaking sticky fluids against his belly. Severus smiled, imagining the punishments he could devise for such a willing victim. "On your knees, boy. I shouldn't have to tell you how to behave." Harry, already breathing hard, dropped to his knees, spreading them shoulder width apart and grasping his arms in opposite hands behind his back. If he pleased his Master, the rewards were amazing. However, if he fought the orders or attempted to do anything that was against their rules, the punishments were fierce. Not that Harry didn't enjoy the punishments as much as the rewards. With a wave of his wand and muttered, "Accio clamps," Severus was holding his favorite torture device. He stepped close to his pet, catching each dark nipple tightly in the silver clasps. The muffled hisses of pain coming from the man on his knees served to further arouse Severus. Nothing excited him more than an anxious plaything. Harry tried not to cry out as Severus stroked his sensitive prick with a third clamp. This one, he knew from experience, would be much looser, while still tight enough to prevent him from straining away from his punishment. As the metal tightened around the slit on the head of his prick, he shivered. It was cold, as if Sev had been keeping it in the refrigerator rather than in a desk drawer. Severus left his prey, going to his bedroom. There, he collected a wide selection of favored tools from his beside table before returning to the sitting room. Kneeling in front of Harry, he licked his lips. Harry's prick leapt at the implications, tugging the clasp. The slight ache caused by the action only made him want Sev more, need Sev more. He tried, and failed, to hide his smile when he noticed what Severus was holding. "You seem to be enjoying this, boy. We'll have to do something about that." Before he'd finished speaking, Severus was snapping a ring above Harry's balls; a ring used to prevent ejaculation. The young wizard would not be allowed to get off until Severus was fully satisfied. The next item brought into his view was a y-shaped chain; a chain that, months before, Sev had charmed so that it would tug on the clamps when Harry misbehaved. Warm hands lightly caressed his chest and prick as the chain was fastened tightly to each clasp. Were it not for the ring, Harry would have cum just from the anticipation. Next Severus grabbed a wide leather belt, another one of his favorites. Folding it in half, he snapped it, delighted by Harry's straining away as much as the dangerous sound the belt made. "Don't move." Harry fought hard to remain still as Severus approached him, focusing on his lover's eyes rather than the frightful belt. He knew from experience that as soon as the first blow hit, his nerves would be overridden by lust. He also trusted Severus not to push him any further than he could handle. Right now, however, he was scared. Severus locked his gaze with Harry's, knowing that the young wizard was frightened. As many times as they'd played this particular game, Harry was always fearful at first. Severus reached out and caressed his lover's face, trying to put him at ease. He walked circles around the kneeling man, petting his hair and face. "Bend over, boy. I want you on all fours." Severus' voice was thick with passion, and his cock strained against his zipper, begging to be freed. Harry hurriedly complied, keeping his legs spread to allow Severus access to anything he desired, as the chain tugged lightly on the clamps. He took a deep breath. Severus was right behind him again and likely getting impatient. Harry hated feeling so childish. He knew that everything would be okay once . . . Severus swatted the belt across Harry's bare arse, just hard enough to leave a red slash. Another, slightly harder, blow soon crossed the redness. Moving upwards, Severus left another red x across Harry's back. Harry groaned, though not from pain. Desire had won out, and his erection leaked a steady stream of pre-cum as it bounced against his stomach. He moaned wantonly as two more lashes caressed his thighs. Then he felt his Master kneel behind him, breathing hotly across already enflamed skin. A warm tongue burned his skin as it licked the welts on his arse. Harry hissed, pushing back, trying to get the tongue inside of him. Severus sat back, admiring the red, wiggling arse in front of him. Harry had no clue how much he turned the older man on with his slutty displays. Severus had to fight hard not to simply grab that tight arse and shove himself deep inside. Instead, he removed his boots, socks, and robes; leaving him in only a pair of too-tight trousers and a white button-down shirt. These he would leave on until he could no longer stand teasing the young man. Harry stilled himself, wondering if he'd disobeyed by moving; the clamps were tugging lightly on his nipples and cock. He was relieved when Severus flipped him over, arranging him spread-eagled on the cold stone floor. Harry stared into the inky depths of Severus' lust-dilated eyes, thrilled by the power he held over this man, even at his most submissive. Severus crawled between the spread legs. He ran his long fingers up the muscled thighs, watching his pet's eyes half-close with longing. He bent down, first licking, and then biting an inner thigh, then repeating the action on the other one. This time he blew warm breath over the wet skin, causing Harry to shudder. "Please. Please, Severus." Severus smacked Harry's leg where the welts were still visible from his beating. "WHAT did you call me?" "Sorry, Sir. Please. Please, Master." "Please, what? Not that I have much desire to grant your requests after such disobedience." Harry groaned in frustration. "I need you, Sir. Please."  "I think not. Perhaps, if you're good, I'll reconsider later." He stood and walked away, leaving his toy lying, thwarted, on the ground. Harry watched as Severus sat behind his desk, drawing a thick pile of homework to himself. When he grabbed his quill and red ink and began slashing students' hard work to bits, Harry knew he'd screwed up. Severus only ignored him when he'd been really bad. Usually, he just got a few extra licks with the belt or whip. Severus tried to concentrate on the parchments he was grading, but it was impossible with the brat sprawled out, naked, on his floor. This form of punishment was at least as painful for Severus as it was for Harry, but it was the only way the younger man learned. With a deep growl, Severus gave up any attempt at actual grading, and pretended, while rubbing his aching prick through his trousers. After what seemed like hours, but was probably less than ten minutes given Severus' impatience, Harry saw the older wizard get up from his chair. He quickly lay back, feigning indifference. His still-hard cock, however, belied his attempt. Severus unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, finally freeing his dripping member. He pulled the pants just below his hips and straddled Harry, cock waving inches from the young man's face. "I think you've had enough time to consider your impertinence, don't you." Harry shook his head vigorously, "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Sir." "Don't tell me, you daft boy, show me." Without any further warning he shoved his prick in his pet's face, silently demanding to be serviced. Harry was eager to comply, opening his mouth as wide as he could to allow the enormous appendage access to his throat. He gasped, and nearly choked, as Severus shoved himself in the warm hole, lifting his hips to ensure that the entire length was swallowed. Which is exactly what Harry did. Swallowing, moaning, and humming were his only defense against the hardness in his mouth and throat. He managed to lick the base of Severus' cock occasionally, drawing delightful moans from his Master. After tormenting Harry, and then ignoring him, Severus was on the verge of orgasm. He mentally cataloged Potions ingredients, trying to stave off the inevitable. When Harry's teeth got into the action, lightly scratching the sensitive skin on his prick, Severus grunted, and climaxed. Tangy-sweet heat flooded Harry's throat. He swallowed reflexively, trying to keep as much of the offering as he could manage. Despite his best attempts, a small amount of cum dribbled down his cheek, leaving a sticky trail. He continued to hum and swallow as Severus thrust down his throat, riding out the after-shocks. Temporarily sated, Severus lay atop his living doll, pressing his lips firmly to those below him. When the mouth opened to him, he licked the cavern clean, delighting in his own unique flavor. After breaking the kiss for air, he gathered the seed from his lover's cheek on his tongue before diving in for another sweet kiss. The metal chins digging into his chest and the throbbing against his stomach reminded Severus that he had yet to finish disciplining his toy. He thrust his hips experimentally, and was rewarded with a soft groan from the younger man. He lifted himself up, swatting playfully at the erection waving in the air. An evil smirk crossed his face as the cock jerked, tugging on the chains. Harry sighed, knowing that once Severus came, he could torment Harry endlessly before allowing the younger man release. He hoped the blowjob had been good enough to earn his Master's pity. Severus was sure the boy was near to exploding from his earlier manipulations. Harry was begging incoherently and writhing uncontrollably. Severus' cock stirred, trying to come back to life. "Back on your hands and knees. Now," he barked as he tucked his prick back into his trousers and fastened them. Harry obeyed, though he had a difficult time with the chains tugging at his most delicate areas. Severus watched with amusement as Harry struggled to comply. Such willingness deserved reward, and Severus was nothing if not generous to his plaything. Finding the ten-inch dildo and bottle of lubricant he had brought with him earlier, Severus settled himself comfortably behind his toy. Harry gasped as a slick finger rubbed circles around his entrance. He whined pathetically, but managed to stay perfectly still. Soon the finger was inside him, stroking his tight hole. Severus removed his finger violently, causing Harry to cry out. Dipping two fingers into the jar of lubricant, he coated them generously. Thrusting the digits back into the warmth, Severus smirked at Harry's display. Harry couldn't control himself. Severus was being rough with him, and all he could think about was wanting more, now. It was never hard enough, never cruel enough to suit his masochistic needs. He pushed back against the fingers, trying to back himself onto Severus' whole hand. Severus thrust his fingers in and out ruthlessly, fucking the young man relentlessly. With each stroke he managed to hit the young man's prostate, pummeling it. Harry tried to hold back his screams, as Severus' ministrations became more violent. He was on the verge of orgasm when he finally screamed aloud, but was soon cursing the older wizard. The clamp on his prick sealed itself tighter over the pee-slit, as the ring around Harry's balls contracted, cutting off the impending release. Severus ripped his fingers out of the anus, leaving it gaping with need. Several hard smacks to his arse silenced Harry's profanity. Taking pity on his pleasure toy, Severus released the clamp on the end of Harry's prick, and unsnapped the ring above his balls. It was time for Harry to cum, and hard. Harry stayed still, waiting. It seemed an eternity before he felt something nudge against his opening. He recognized the feel of the dildo instantly, heart pounding with excitement. It wasn't as thick as Severus' cock, but it was long, and left his Master free to play with him. Severus plunged the toy deep inside his pet. One hand on the exposed end of the dildo rotated it quickly, as if he were stirring a hardening potion. His other hand crept between shaking thighs, stroking Harry behind his balls. He stroked roughly and rotated violently, intent on giving Harry the ride of his life. Harry was too far gone to last long. He came, cock untouched, chanting his lover's name like a mantra. He continued to rock back onto the dildo until the after-shocks had stopped. Severus watched as Harry collapsed, fully sated, onto the ground. He flipped the young wizard over and removed the remaining clamps and the chain, leaving a red and bruised body. After gathering the toys and returning them to his drawer, he turned down the bed and lit several candles. Harry sighed as Severus lifted him and carried him to bed, all the time cooing to him, telling Harry how wonderfully he had done, and how proud Severus was of him. He sank into the warmth of the bed, watching with half- closed eyes as Severus undressed and joined him. Severus curled up against Harry, running long, delicate fingers over abused skin. He bent his head down, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh. Harry's prick was awake and ready again before he was. He lay back and enjoyed his lover's attentions until he could stand it no longer. "Sev, please." "Are you sure, Harry? We can wait a while longer." Harry looked into onyx eyes glazed with passion and knew that Sev wanted it just as badly as he did. "I'm ready, love. Just, be gentle." Severus smiled, "I will." Harry spread his legs wide, offering himself, yet again, to his insatiable lover. Tentative fingers entered him, lightly caressing him from the inside. It didn't take much to have him ready again, and he was soon moaning softly. Severus positioned himself above the younger man, balancing himself on one arm while he used the other hand to guide his prick to Harry's abused hole. He slid in slowly, rubbing against Harry's prostate as he seated himself fully inside the wet heat. Harry sighed with relief as Severus picked up a slow and steady rhythm. They were joined together, making love, and Harry was in Heaven. As much as he loved when Severus fucked him senseless, nothing compared to the sweet torture of their lovemaking. Severus preferred this time as well, after their games were finished. He'd always take Harry to bed, and the sex would be emotionally satisfying. He truly loved the man underneath him, and this was the only way he knew to express his love. The deep, unhurried thrusts continued until both men were again on the verge of orgasm. Severus slipped one hand between them, wrapping it around Harry's throbbing cock. He stroked gently, giving it just enough friction to bring Harry to completion. As the sticky fluids seeped over his hand and the tight hole clutched his own cock, Severus came, silently spilling his seed into the man he loved. Without separating, Harry and Severus rolled onto their sides, wrapping their arms around one another. They held each other close as they drifted into a deep sleep. 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