Blood Bonds

Chp 7: Sev's shopping adventure

Severus strode through Diagon Alley in the direction of Ollivander's. His thoughts were still on the dreams that had plagued him through the night. Usually after meetings with his two hated masters, he had nightmares all night, often waking up in a cold sweat. Last night, however, was different. He had dreamt of his still nameless mate worshipping and pleasuring him all night long. Remembered images of strong arms; long, dark hair and those wings flashed through his mind. He scowled as his cock twitched in interest. Try as he might, he couldn’t picture his mate’s face. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was because they were his mate’s dreams, coming through the bond. His la’aka definitely didn’t want him knowing who he was yet. Well, unfortunately for him, Severus hadn’t been a spy for close to twenty years without picking up a few tricks. He’d find out one way or another.

Ironically, distracted as he was by the thoughts in his head, he wasn’t paying enough attention to his surroundings. He’d just turned a corner when he was abruptly seized and pulled into a dark alley. His heart froze in fear as he cursed his inattention. The unseen assailant pushed him up against the wall and plastered himself along Sev’s back. Severus struggled as he reached desperately for his wand, opening his mouth to curse the misbegotten whelp into a whole new world of pain when a now familiar voice purred in his ear, sending shivers of sensations running down his spine.

“Mmm, Severus Salazar Snape. Tsk tsk, was the big bad Death Eater preoccupied? I can see that I’m going to have my work cut out for me in looking after you.”

Severus cursed his own body for betraying him when it melted back again his mate without his permission. “I can take care of myself,” he spat. “I’ve been doing it for twice as long as you’ve been alive, and I’m perfectly capable of doing it now. What are you doing!?” Mortifyingly, his voice cracked on the last word from his mate’s actions.

Still holding his a’ashi against the wall with his body, Harry tied a blindfold around his mate’s eyes. Severus tried to twist and rip it off, but Harry calmed him, feeling the fear leap through his mate’s body again.

“Shh, shh my darling a’ashi. I’m not going to hurt you. I just can’t have you ruining all my fun and figuring out who I am before I’m ready.” He ran his hands down his mate’s arms and pressed closer.

Severus knew the exact second that he was conquered, when he ceased being Severus and became his dominant’s a’ashi. His body had betrayed him as it was born to do, welcoming the heat of his la’aka against it. Even his mind was losing the battle as age old instincts shut down his more human sense of self-preservation. He fought as hard as he could, but when his head lolled back against the shoulder behind him, allowing his dominant to graze his teeth over his neck, he knew that he was lost. Blindfolded; he had no visual anchor with which to steady himself and was cast adrift in the sensations his mate was creating in him.

He whimpered, and knew he would hate himself for it later. Harry, for his part, was struggling with his own instincts. His wings and teeth had ripped out of his skin, responding to the basic animal instinct to claim his mate. Everything in him was screaming to take what was his right then and there in the dirty little alley down from Ollivander’s shop. It was only the need for it to be perfect, and the knowledge that his mate wasn’t ready yet that stayed his hand.

Slowly, he reined himself back under control, but couldn’t prevent himself from grinding into his mate’s arse. Panting harshly against his mate’s neck, he raised Severus’ arms over his head, crossing and holding them against the wall with one hand. The other slowly drifted down the robed arm, across the high cheek bones and thin lips and to cup the slender neck. He tilted his a’shi’s head gently to the side, exposing the throbbing vein. He unhurriedly brushed his lips across the revealed skin and murmured, half to himself.