Blood Bonds

Chp 16: Potter...Xavier?

When Severus woke up early the next morning he was in a bed, wrapped in Harry's arms. How could feel his mate's presence in the back of his mind, a space that said 'Harry'. It was true then; they had completed the bonding, it wasn't his imagination. He recalled the moment of completion the previous night. With the final word of the spell, Harry had sealed their fates, tying their souls together for all eternity. Surprisingly, Severus found that he was actually quite happy about that. At the instant of totality, they had merged. He had been Harry, known what he'd known. He'd felt everything Harry ever had, and seen everything that had forged his personality. Most of it had slipped away, but for a single moment in time, he had known what it was like to grow up alone in a cupboard, and still retain his faith in humanity.

Severus' own childhood had been far from ideal, but at least he had always known that his mother had loved him. Harry had never known his parents; all he had known was bigotry and fear. The Potions Master was amazed by the resilience of the man he was bonded to. Harry Potter ... Xavier. Not the son of James Potter at all. And didn't that little fact blow his mind? For sure, the Headmaster had no idea. If the manipulative man had known that he had the lost prince of the Xavier family in his grasp, he would have found a way to gain control of the young man's birthright.

Thinking back over his fading memories of Harry's life, he was sure that his la'aka had no idea who he really was. They would have to have a talk, and soon. Severus was not looking forward to the occasion, feeling sure that his private mate would not be happy to know that he was the sole existing heir to the Xavier mantle. And now Severus had bonded into that family. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that either.

For now, however, he was warm and comfortable, and felt safer and more relaxed than any other time in his life. Contemplating his situation, a mischievous grin spread over his face. He'd always been a believer in the adage 'begin as you mean to go'. Severus Salazar Snape meant to begin with a bang. He may be the designated submissive partner, but he had every intention of having his say in this relationship. Right now, he could think of a few things that he'd like to do. Starting with the impressive morning wood that was nudging his backside, the shaft nestled between his buttocks.

With a stealthy wiggle, he had it firmly between his legs, lodged against the underside of his balls. Now for the next step. Severus looked around the room for his wand, frowning when he couldn't see it. Concentrating as hard as possible, he whispered 'lubricus', and then stifled a shriek when it worked rather too well. Part of his mind delighted in the obvious increase of his powers while the far larger part concentrated on stealthily stretching himself without waking his still-sleeping mate. Very soon, he was ready, his whole body nearly vibrating in anticipation. Slowly, ever so slowly, he tilted his hips, and slid down and backwards onto Harry's cock.

When he was fully seated, he paused, checking that his mate was still slumbering. Harry moaned in his sleep, his body reacting instinctively to the feel of his mate's body enclosing his own. Severus grinned, wondering how long he could do this before Harry woke up. Probably not long, he admitted privately, but he was willing to give it a try.

Inch by torturous inch, he rocked his pelvis forward, shuddering at the sensations it caused. He could feel every vein, every bump, every delicious, silken-steel inch of the cock stretching him completely as it slid out of his greedy hole.

Without warning, his internal sense of 'Harry' flared, signaling the other's waking too late, as hands seized his hips and impaled him fully.

"MerlinCirce! More, Harry!"

"Ahh, gods...thought it was another dream...but I could feel you...smell you..." sobbed Harry as he lifted Severus' upper leg for better access and rolled them both slightly more to the side. Enough that the la'aka could take control of the movements, rabbiting into the a'ashi's tight body, intent on pounding his prostate into submission. "Oh, Sev'rus, fuck... so much heat, you'll burn me up... Oh, Merlin, Sev'rus!!"