Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money off of this. I don’t own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Then we’d see a little more HPSS action. Oh yeah...

Note: This is an AU fic. And I don’t care what happened in HBP. I started writing it before, and even though a lot happened in that book this fic isn’t changing. You no like it? Don’t read. Also, this is a yaoi fic which means it has guy on guy action. You no like? You no read! It’s really that simple. It’s also a vampire fic because I have this obsession with vampires. Again, you no like? You no read it! Anything else? It’s a big AU. There’s no way (even if for some reason Harry and Sev did get together in the real books) that they would be vampires and that they’d act the way they do here. Sorry for killing their characters but I have warned you... -dpa06-

Harry’s dreams jumped back and forth, horrors to make-believe fantasies that were worse than nightmares. And through it all he slept, trying to wake up but unable to. After one where he and Snape were found together naked and feeding by the whole Weasley clan, Harry woke with a start to find Snape beside him on the bed. He thought for a split second that maybe he’d been brainwashed and the dream was reality. But then he saw that Snape was on top of the covers, not between the sheets like he himself was, fully clothed, and all the memories of the previous day came rushing back to him. That’s when the hunger hit like a freight train to his mind.

Slowly he sat up, wondering if he should wake the man or just feed. Technically he hadn’t been told to wake his sire up, but he thought it’d be bad if he didn’t. He needed Severus to walk him through it, and to teach him how to release after feeding since the last time he had jerked away. Deciding that waking him was the better option, he reached out a hand to shake the elder’s shoulder. When he was about a foot away from said shoulder, a hand grabbed his wrist tightly. He gasped and tried to struggle away, but the hand only grasped tighter. Then suddenly it let go and the bed shifted.

“Harry? Merlin, I’m sorry,” Severus apologized. “I’m not used to someone being in my chambers. I apologize, forgive me. Is there something you needed? Are you hungry?”

Harry nodded dumbly, completely aware that it was pitch dark in the room and that he could see... without his glasses? “Where are my glasses?” he asked without really meaning to.

“They’re on the coffee table in the living room. You don’t need them to see, do you?”

“No, I just... I just now noticed I didn’t have them on. Nearly twenty years of habit I guess.”

“It’s okay. Things will take some getting used to. Come here so you can feed.” Severus lay back down with his hands palm down on each side and turned his head slightly to the right. After a moment or two, Harry lay down beside him, trying not to touch him. “Just find the spot that isn’t the pulse and bring the blood to the top like earlier.” Harry buried his face into the neck and shoulder of his sire and gently attacked the spot. Severus mentally clenched his fists, fighting his nature which was telling him to touch his childe. Harry was fighting his as well; his was telling him to touch his sire. “Give it a few more seconds,” Severus encouraged. “Now ease your fangs just under the skin and go slow about it. Anything too fast could hurt you.” Or me, he thought, but kept it to himself.

After a few moments of Harry sipping off his sire’s neck, his nature grew too strong to control. He moved closer to the body next to his, molded into its side. Sipping became drinking, and molding became rocking. Severus really did clench his fists then. He can’t help it. He can’t help it. He can’t help it, he kept repeating in his mind. Stop this before Harry really hates you. “Ease off now, Harry,” he said between clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice calm and smooth. The drinking went back to sips, but Harry’s continued thrusts into Severus’ hip and thigh weren’t stopping. Speeding up maybe, but not stopping. “You need to stop or you’ll kill me,” Severus moaned, still holding onto his last thread of sanity that wouldn’t let him touch the younger man. “Harry, please stop. I won’t be able to keep my promises if you don’t. Just ease your fangs out of the skin and then lick the marks a few times to heal it. Please, I’ve never begged for anything but I’m begging you now.”

Harry wouldn’t listen, or couldn’t, or didn’t want to. He eased off of Severus’ neck, but instead of moving away after healing the puncture wound he continued to lick and kiss his way up Severus’ neck across his cheek to his lips. And that was it. His control was broken. Severus returned his childe’s kisses and caresses with earnestness. Harry was pulled on top of his sire and bodies aligned once more. His hands were placed on his childe’s hips to keep him in line while Harry was rocking his hips into Severus’ harder and harder.

“Please,” Harry whispered into a kiss. “I want you to... show me... everything... Please?” He ground his hips into his sire’s as he suckled on the other side of his neck. Severus’ semi-hard cock was fully hard now as Harry’s own erection pressed into it. Severus lost all conscious thought of everything except Harry. He was more than happy to remove the younger man’s nightshirt and sleeping pants as quickly but gently as he could. He usually only wore sleeping pants to bed himself, but to keep Harry calm he’d donned a long-sleeved sleeping shirt as well. He’d left the top two buttons open, but neither item of clothing would be coming off any time soon. The reminder that Harry was a virgin popped back into his head and soothed his hurried motions.

“Slowly, my childe, slowly,” he whispered into the younger’s ear. One hand moved from Harry’s hip to his cock. The pulsing member was encircled by strong fingers and then rubbed roughly in slow movements. Harry cried out and once again thrust into Severus’ hand. “Slow, Harry.” But Harry didn’t want slow, so he thrust again and this time he came into his sire’s hand. He sank down onto the chest below him to catch his racing breath once more. After a few minutes, his mind came back to him and he scooted back to his side of the bed, under the covers, and into a fetal position once more. Silently, he cried for what he’d done.

Severus was still worked up though. He felt Harry leave him, and he reached for him again to bring him back. But Harry flinched away and Severus’ normal frame of mind slammed back home. He smelt the tears being shed and sat straight up to look at Harry, absolute fear written in his expression. “Harry, listen to me. I’m sorry, Harry. I really am. I tried and I broke my promises to you. I... I can’t stay here. I’ll transfigure the couch into a bed in the living room. You stay here. I’m sorry. This was my fault.” He muttered a cleaning charm over them as he made to leave.

“No, it wasn’t,” Harry whispered so softly Severus almost missed it. He stood on his side of the bed looking at the small, shuddering figure that was the saviour of the Wizarding world. “It was my fault. You told me to stop. You begged me to stop. I didn’t want to. I wanted you to touch me. And what’s worse is...” here he stopped: stopped talking, stopped shuddering, stopped crying, just stopped, “is I still want you to,” he whispered. “You promised you wouldn’t touch me, but I don’t want your promise. I just don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Severus stood in shocked silence. It was true, the feeding would loosen one’s actions and speech and thoughts, but it didn’t do what Harry was doing now. Once it was over and you returned to your usual mind, that was it. But Harry seemed stuck somewhere. Slowly, cautiously, Severus moved back to the bed and closer to Harry. He lay down on his side next to the younger man and softly rubbed a hand up and down his upper arm. “Harry? Look at me?” he asked. This was so unlike the two of them. Harry was always strong and ready for anything. Severus was always a block of ice with nothing but a sneer and a harsh word for anyone in his way. The cowering young man and the emotional older one would scare anyone if someone were to see them right then.

“This was not your fault. I may have asked you to stop, but I know better than to ask things like that. A fledgling, a new vampire, has a hard time trying to control the instincts that suddenly kick in.” He scooted a little closer. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do though. If you want me to leave, I will leave. If you want me to stay, I will stay. But either way you have to tell me something. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me; said so yourself this morning. But just now... what you’re saying...”

“I don’t know what I want!” Harry cried, turning over and burying his face in Severus’ chest. “I’m so lost! I want what I’ve always had, what I’ve always done. But I know that can never be. I want to go back to my house on the edge of society where no one can find me again. But I don’t want to be alone. I want to know why I want what just happened to happen again, but that thought scares me more than Voldemort. I want... I want...”

“What Harry? What do you want?”

“You, I think,” he said in a pitiful voice as he raised his tear-filled eyes to meet his sire’s.

Severus sat in his living room, listening to Harry talk to himself in ‘their’ bedroom a few days later. He’d received an owl from his friends, redirected to Severus’ chambers by Dumbledore, and was now reading it and replying to it out loud before writing back to them. When his childe’s warm laughter rang through the dungeon rooms, Severus froze, wanting to capture that sound somehow. He hadn’t heard that sound since before Harry had lost his godfather in his fifth year. Wretched Black went and stole Harry’s happiness, leaving him to shoulder even more burdens on his own. The laughter rang out again and Severus could no longer stand it. He stood and walked to the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe to watch the younger man read the letters his friends had sent him.

“And what is so funny that you must disturb my reading?”

“Oh!” Harry said, turning to face him quickly. The light in his eyes dimmed to a mere spark compared to the flare it had been seconds ago, and his happy demeanor changed to the one he’d been sporting since he awoke a new vampire. “I’m sorry, Professor Snape. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I’ll be quiet.”

Severus mentally backhanded himself. Way to go, genius, his mental voice chided. Why not taunt him about Black and his parents as well since you’ve shot him down?

Damn it! I didn’t mean to hurt him!

But you did. Now what are you going to do? Severus grumbled something to his voice. Sorry, what was that? Oh, you’re going to apologize and stop being a prick? What a wonderful answer! Now do it.

Damn you’re demanding. “Harry?” He moved away from the doorway and made to sit next to the broken young man before him. “Listen to me. We have to share these chambers now. If you wanted to run around naked, I’m sure I’d find a way to cope with that.” Harry’s eyes flashed up to meet his, shock clearly written in them. “Although, I would prefer if you’d tell me first so I didn’t leave and bring someone like the Headmaster back with me or something. This is your home too, now. If you want to laugh, then laugh. If you want to talk, we can talk. Just, don’t go all weepy and girly on me.”

“So no crying then?” Harry asked in all seriousness.

“No, if you want or need to cry, go ahead. Just not over stupid things like a broken vase or spilled tea.”

“I can manage that.” Harry smiled again, the shine returning to his eyes.

Severus made to leave, but turned once more to the young man. “And one more thing.” Harry looked up from the letter he’d gone back to. “My name is Severus. I’m going to ask that you address me as such in these rooms only. Outside, I am Snape. Got it?”

“When will we be going out?” Harry, asked, clearly wanting to leave the dungeons.

“Not for some time,” Severus answered softly. “You’re not ready to be around all that yet. People can come to see you here, if I allow them: Minerva, Poppy, Albus. No one else yet. It will take some time yet to get used to me fully, much less hundreds of other people, walking around like everything’s okay.”

“Of course.” Harry sighed, dejected. “What’s for lunch?”

“Dobby will be here shortly. Albus will be joining us. Is this okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few. I want to finish reading this.” Severus nodded and left the room. Harry sighed, shuffling the parchments in his hands. He and Severus had had a talk yesterday about telling people about the vampirism and such. No one was to know besides those who already did. He walked to the desk in the corner and picked up a quill. Sorry, guys, he wrote, I can’t tell you what’s going on. Just know that I’m okay, safe, and being well cared for. Give my love to everyone and I hope to hear from you again. Don’t try to track me through Hedwig. The spells I have up protecting me could harm her if something were placed on her. Just trust me on this one, okay? I’ll see you soon, I promise. With love, -Harry-

He rolled the parchment up, gave it to Hedwig, and went into the kitchen for lunch with Severus and Albus. He nodded a greeting to his sire and turned to the Headmaster. “Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Harry, my boy, no more of this ‘professor’ business. We’re both grown men by now, call me Albus. Especially since I have a proposition for you. Severus and I were just discussing it,” Dumbledore announced, motioning for Harry to sit. Harry did, throwing looks at Severus as he did. “I think you should teach Defense this upcoming year. You’ll be able to function around more people by the time term begins and you’d be a wonderful teacher, Harry. It would be your choice of what to teach, although certain things are required. I’m sure we could find a schedule to fit any and all needs.”

Harry’s thoughts were running rampant. Defense? He wants me to teach kids? Helpless little kids that will be around me all the time? What happens if I snap? What if I can’t find Severus when I get a craving or I need to stay after class for extra tutoring or detentions? What if—?

“Harry!” Severus snapped, making Harry jump. “Calm down. By the time term starts, you’ll be able to control yourself more than you can now. Your classroom will be connected to mine through a private room that will only allow you and me in, unless we change the settings to allow another in ourselves. If there are detentions to be served, let another professor take over. If you get a craving in the middle of teaching, come and get me. Of course, you don’t have to accept. It was just a thought that you might want to do something more than just sit around and do nothing all day. Think about it. Albus doesn’t need an answer right away. Now, let’s eat.”

The three men tucked into the meal, quickly changing the subject to goings on in the outside world. Harry’s head continued to spin at the thoughts and fears of teaching. But as Severus had said, they didn’t need an answer right that moment.

Severus lay in bed with Harry subconsciously curled up to his side. He still slept on top of the covers while his childe slept between them. They were on a first name basis, they could be civil to each other for more then five seconds, and they hadn’t killed each other yet, but that didn’t mean much really. When Albus had asked him to speak to Harry about teaching, he’d had the same reaction Harry did. He was afraid because he remembered the first time he taught. Luckily, he was able to keep goblets of blood on his desk and drink from them whenever he wanted. Harry was still a fledgling who had cravings.

With a sigh, he looked into the face of his sleeping childe. He looks so peaceful. Nothing to worry about in his sleep, no evil Dark Lord trying to kill him. At least not tonight. No Wizarding world treating him as if he has all the answers. No one misjudging him, thinking he’s perfect and spoiled. And no comments from you. I know what I used to think.

I didn’t say anything!

“You think too loud,” Harry muttered, pressing closer to Severus’ side. “I can practically hear your thoughts. Anything I can do to make you stop thinking and go to sleep?”

Yeah you could—

Don’t go there, Severus.

You don’t even know what I was going to say! Severus protested. Then he groaned aloud. I’ve got to stop talking to myself. “No, Harry,” he finally answered. “Just go back to sleep. Everything’s okay.”

“Can’t. Hungry.”

“Then feed.”

“Wanted to tell you first before…” He trailed off as his tongue slithered out to lick at the almost white neck of his sire. Soon the spot was flushed with the increase of blood and Harry altered his position to get closer. Slowly, he lengthened his fangs and began to feed. Severus closed his eyes, trying not to get too lost in the feelings. It was all for nothing when Harry moved to cover his groin with a hard palm and a hot touch.

“Sweet Merlin!” he breathed, arching into the touch ever so slightly. “Don’t do that, Harry. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Damn it, let me touch you,” Harry growled, licking the holes closed on his sire’s neck. “It feels good to me and I want to feel good. And it obviously feels good to you,” he said with a feral grin, clasping the hardness within the pants. “It’s okay, I promise.”

“You can’t keep that promise. What if I can’t stop myself and I take you tonight?”

Harry froze for a moment. “Maybe… maybe that’s what I want. Maybe it’s what I’ve always wanted and just haven’t admitted it to myself. Either way, I’m touching you now and then I’m going to feed again, and then I want to try something.” Before Severus could ask what that something was, Harry climbed out from beneath the covers and captured his lips while he continued palming him. It wasn’t long before he gave up trying to fight the younger man; it was futile anyways. The small bite on his neck brought him from his thoughts. It wasn’t on his neck this time, really. It was actually a little farther down, at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Harry’s tongue was still laving the spot even though he’d already pierced the skin.

When he broke away, he made his way down Severus’ body. Completely lost and uneasy with where this was going, Severus tried to coax Harry into stopping. But the younger was persistent and continued. The elder forgot all notions of stopping the attack when wet heat surrounded his engorged member, taking almost all of it in. He gave a moan, tangling his hands in Harry’s hair. When had his pants disappeared? Who cared as long as Harry kept doing that thing he was doing with his tongue? And, oh sweet Merlin, he was going to come if he didn’t stop.

“Harry,” he ground out, “you need to stop before you regret this.”

When Harry did stop, Severus found he was horribly dismayed. “I know you’re close. Let me finish.” He went back to work, quickly bring his sire to the edge again and then pushing him over. The burning fluid filled his mouth and he choked on the tangy bitterness reflexively. He tried to make sure every drop was caught, although some slipped, before lying back down beside Severus. “Did I do that right?”

“Yes,” Severus breathed. “But why?”

“Dunno. Felt like it.”

“Cheeky little brat, aren’t you?” Severus murmured as they both fell into deep sleep.

A/N: There aren't any words to describe how sorry I am for abandoning all of you like I did. March! I posted Chapter 1 in March! I am... Oh, I am disgusted with myself. Truthfully? I forgot about this site. *gets on hands and knees* Please forgive this lowly writer! To make up for it, I have also posted both chapters of Countdown. It's an HPDM story that popped into my head one night. It's finished, completely, and posted now. So go enjoy that as a gift of my stupidity and apologies. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I promise not to forget you again. -dpa06-