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Blue Tranquilium: Snape/Harry, NC-17
I caught a lovely fluffy plot bunny from an instant message conversation with rexluscus. I came up with some detailed suggestions for a story I thought she should write...and then I decided that probably I should write it!
Title: Blue Tranquilium
Author: schemingreader
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: Explicit description of sexual activity between two adult men, abuse of prescription drugs. (Harry is 26 in this story and Severus is 46, so NOT CHAN.) Kids, drug abuse is really not funny. This is just a story.
Summary: After his acquittal by the Wizengamot, Snape has a panic attack. Harry treats it with a medicinal potion that Snape has around the house, but it has some side effects.
Author's Notes: Brit-picked by a squicked maelipstick and beta-read by rexluscus.
Word Count: 3,062
by
Schemingreader
Harry supposed that it wasn't surprising that Snape was having a panic attack after his Wizengamot trial. It was only to be expected. The peculiar thing was that, he, Harry, was stuck taking care of the hyperventilating older man. How did he get to be responsible for Snape?
His testimony had cleared Snape of the charge of murdering Dumbledore. It was the least he could do for the man who had stood between him and Voldemort's curses. The least he could do for the man who had come out of hiding, finally, to stand trial. The least he could do for the man who had taken the fall for Harry's involuntary manslaughter of Dumbledore with the potion in the cave; he owed Snape.
But that didn't mean he had to like him.
Snape was still the same ugly old wanker, still glaring at Harry with the same intensity as always. God, why does he hate me so much? Harry wondered to himself. It's his fault that I thought he killed Dumbledore, how was I supposed to know what was going on?
They had Apparated away from the Ministry after the end of the trial. As the two men stumbled into Snape's house at Spinner's End, Snape was gasping and pale.
"Professor Snape, are you all right?" Harry asked.
"Must be some kind of hex, Potter, I can't breathe and my heart is racing!"
"Is there a pain in your chest? Does your arm hurt?" Harry was fairly sure that Snape wasn't having a heart attack, but his apprenticeship with Madame Pomfrey taught him to ask that. Always rule out the most life-threatening illness first, and then the most obvious.
"No, Potter, I'm not having heart attack," Snape sneered. Then he looked worried. "Am I? You're right! My heart is going a mile a minute. Christ! I have to sit down. I'm ... am I going to die?"
"I think you're having a panic attack, Snape."
"Is that--what is that? Oh God." He looked paler even than usual, almost green.
"Do you feel queasy?" Harry asked. He was ticking off symptoms in his head.
"I don't feel my hands! I don't feel my body!"
"Dissociation..."
"This is...this has to be a hex, Potter. Do something!"
"Finite incantatem," Harry intoned. Snape collapsed on a kitchen chair.
"Do you feel better?" Harry asked. Snape managed to look sarcastic, in spite of his apparent distress. "All right then, where do you keep medicinal potions?"
Snape waved his hands to the cabinet over the kitchen sink, and Harry got up to rummage through it.
"This looks like the Blue Tranquilium potion that Madame Pomfrey uses. The label is peeling but it seems to have the same ingredients." Harry used a spell to test the potion, to make sure that the label really matched the contents.
"I don't need a potion. You mean that blue liquid? That's...it's mainly tincture of valerian. I made that twenty years ago. It was actually for..." Snape trailed off, gasping and hyperventilating again.
"Well, it seems according to the label you made to be the same stuff that Pomfrey had us give. I think you should take some, if it is."
"All...all right." It seemed to be a measure of how sick Snape felt that he was willing to take the potion.
Harry poured some out into a glass and helped Severus drink it.
"You're very cold, maybe in shock. I think you should have a bit of a lie down. You need to be covered up and kept warm. I can make tea."
Severus' hands were shaking as he poured himself a second full glass of the potion.
"Are you sure you should have that much of that stuff?" Harry asked. "Isn't the dosage by body mass? You aren't very large."
Severus giggled shakily and waved a long hand. He looked vaguely about him. "I can't believe I'm alive, Potter. I was ready to die."
"Come on, Snape, I'm going to get you up the stairs and into bed. Come on, up you get!"
Harry draped one of Snape's long pinions over his shoulder and began to walk him up the stairs. Snape's hair, freshly washed that morning for the trial, hung lank in his face, obscuring his expression. They lurched up the short flight of steps. Snape was just barely helping carry himself.
"All right!" Harry didn't want to fling him down on the bed, but he was finding Snape surprisingly heavy. He supposed that Snape wasn't the sort to be able to float if you took him for a swim.
He staggered across the room with his old teacher. It was like dancing with a huge vulture. Harry sat down on the bed, bringing Snape down to earth next to him.
"Good, now I'll get you under the covers. No need to disrobe, it's just for warmth."
He swung each leg up onto the bed and put a pillow under the unprotesting head. He took off each of Snape's shoes and pulled the blankets over him, sitting down next to him on the bed to tuck him in.
Snape had begun giggling to himself and didn't seem to be able to stop. Since Harry had never heard him laugh at all, much less giggle, it was a bit unnerving.
"You might have taken too much of that potion," Harry said tentatively.
"Oh, do you think so, Potter?" Severus said slowly, and laughed some more. He didn't sound as sarcastic as usual; he was too relaxed. He looked up at Harry and blinked. Then he reached out, grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pulled Harry's face toward his.
Harry made a sound that was embarrassingly like a squeak.
"Hmmmm," Snape hummed sleepily. Then he kissed Harry's face. His lips were open, warm and wet. It was sloppy. He kissed all along Harry's hairline, his hands grasping the other man's shoulders loosely.
"Hmm, hmmm, hmmm," Snape hummed to himself.
"Snape, you clearly...you aren't yourself," Harry choked out. Snape was wearing a very pleasant-smelling aftershave potion.
"Then who am I, hmmm?" Snape said, and snorted. He looked Harry in the eyes, sleepily. "Aw," he said softly, but didn't complete the thought. He kissed Harry's scar.
"God, don't..." Harry said. Snape's thin lips were very warm and it was actually kind of wonderful to be kissed on the forehead that way. After all those years of headaches, he realized, no one ever kissed him on the forehead.
"S'all right, Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter. Harry Bloody Well Right Potter," Severus said. Then he laughed a little more. He put his arms all the way around Harry and hugged, pulling Harry down on top of him. "I've got you now. You'll be fine now, little Harry."
"Little Harry?" Harry repeated incredulously. He was struggling to get up, but trying not to be too obvious about it.
"You aren't little anymore though, are you? You've got tall," Severus said, beaming. "You've grown up, little Harry Bloody Well Potter, and now you're bloody well bloody well."
He kissed Harry some more, even wetter this time. After a moment Harry realized that Snape was just licking him everywhere he could reach. He was even licking Harry's hair, and his shirt. Harry was torn between contradictory urges: his bubbling, suppressed laughter, his desire to flee, and his sexual arousal.
"You've got a stiffy now, haven't you," Snape crooned. "S'all right! Don' worry! So've I, I have one too!"
He began to grind his hips, so that his erection brushed against Harry's through their clothing.
"Benzos! You gave me 'benzos, little Potter boy. What fresh new...benzos. I like benzos. You aren't a little boy anymore though."
"No," Harry choked.
"No, you aren't little at all," Severus smirked. He reached down between them and stroked Harry's cock through the straining fabric of his trousers. "Not little at all," Severus said again, and laughed to himself some more. "Don't get up," he said, as Harry struggled to get out of the embrace. "I was ready to die for you if I had to, you little prat. Pretty little prat. But instead it was the little rat that died for the pretty prat. I wished it had been me. But not now, because of the lovely drug..."
"What do you mean, benzos?"
"I mean that I made a potion that fakes the effects of benzodiazepines. Like valium or xanax, Potter. Relaxing! Euphoric!"
"Is that what I gave you?"
"You were right that it was tranquilising, I've never felt so tranquil in all my life." Snape giggled to himself some more. He was rubbing Harry's back in circles, his hand going lower and lower. "I only took it once. I must have lost some weight since then. Or drugs tolerance, or something."
"You made the potion...to get high?"
Snape's laugh was full-throated. "Says the son of James 'Dr. J' Potter, the bloke who introduced cannabis to Hogwarts!"
"I never knew him though," Harry muttered, trying to get up. But Snape was still holding him tightly about the waist.
"Poor Potter, you've been trying to tell me that for the last fifteen years." Snape was still smiling, and it still looked very wrong on his face. Harry propped himself on one elbow. Snape was looking up at him with utter benevolence, and Harry flushed with pleasure. Had he really craved this awful man's good opinion? He felt something more satisfying than sex, finally seeing that approval from his old teacher.
Though perhaps what Snape was approving was sexual.
Harry was hard. Snape's hands had warmed up and were still playing with the muscles in his back, kneading down to his gluteus. Snape was kneading Harry's buttocks, pushing their erections together.
"Harry Potter, will you fuck me, Harry Potter," Snape sang under his breath to some unknown old tune. "Will you fuck me till I splatter, 'cos it really doesn't matter, Harry Potter, Harry Poofter, on the roof..."
"Snape, Professor Snape, I can't...take advantage...perhaps..."
"The flesh is willing, even if the spirit is weak." Snape began kissing down Harry's body, twisting under him to stick his face into Harry's neck. He licked Harry's collarbone and down the younger man's sternum where his shirt was open. He was relentless, if sleepy.
Harry wasn't sure what to do. His body was responding; Snape's lack of inhibition was contagious, and Harry didn't feel as panicky as he sometimes did, getting close to another person.
The problem wasn't being close he admitted to himself. Being close didn't make him freeze up; it was being sexual.
But he couldn't help it, just now. Snape was all over him, and couldn't control himself because of the potion, and it wasn't as though there would ever be a repeat of this. He didn't have much of a relationship with the man to risk.
"Potter," Snape said in a rumbly voice, "stop worrying so much, Potter, and live up to your impetuous repute-- reputation." He was unbuttoning Harry's shirt, but it was taking him awhile to figure out the buttons, and longer because he insisted on licking any skin he had exposed. He undid the cuff of one sleeve, and began to lick up Harry's arm from the wrist.
Harry exhaled, a little grunt, as Snape's tongue made its slow wet way up his inner forearm into the inside of his elbow.
"You get under the blankets too, Pooter me Potter me lad." Severus slurred. He undid the other cuff and tried to pull the shirt off. "Can't you help me, boy?"
Harry took off his shirt and then his vest, for good measure, and with a sort of shrug to himself, slid under the blankets next to Snape. Snape was all over him immediately, sniffing his chest hair, and licking one of his nipples. "Mmmm," he hummed. He slid a hand into Harry's trousers, and began to fondle him. Harry reached down to unbutton his flies, because it was too tight, and Snape sighed.
Snape knew a lot about male bodies, Harry decided. He had never been touched this way before. Well, he hadn't let very many people touch him at all, before. Two, and they were both girls. Women. God, was it supposed to feel that good when someone stroked that part between your balls and your anus? God!
Now Snape was rolling Harry's balls in his large, warm palm. It wasn't too gentle or too rough.
Then Snape took Harry's cock in his mouth. He was still humming. Harry felt his eyes roll up in his head. Snape sucked on Harry like he really, really liked it. He was humping the mattress.
"Snape! Uh! I'm going to...I'm going to come!" Harry gasped. Snape grabbed Harry's arse and held on, cramming his cock further into the hot mouth, and Harry shattered into a million pieces, groaning.
From below his waist he could hear Snape's satisfied slurping. Harry twitched.
Finally he surfaced, looking delighted with himself. That was also an expression that Harry hadn't seen before, he reflected hazily. Snape put his arms around Harry and kissed his mouth.
"Hmmm, wonderful," Snape murmured. "And you're still hard. That's wonderful."
Harry blushed again. Snape was kissing his jaw and saying, "Wonderful, just wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."
"I like you this way," Harry said to himself.
"Hmmmm? Which way is that? High as a kite? Gagging for it?" There was only a shade of the old resentment in Snape's voice; he mainly sounded amused.
"No. Happy, and...you like me."
Snape started laughing again. He stopped, and started to say something, and then laughed some more. "No, why not? Why ruin everything with some remark, eh? I'll come down eventually, and then I can be an arsehole again. In the meantime, let's fuck, eh? Let's fuck. Come on Harry. Let's fuck, let's fuck..."
He was singing it, nuzzling Harry, sniffing, humming, still obviously so high and happy. Harry started laughing, too. He couldn't help it.
"Laughing at me?" Snape said, looking very sad all of a sudden.
"No," Harry said, seriously.
"No, you aren't laughing, or no not at me?"
"I'm laughing, but not at you."
"Laughing with me. Or laughing near me. Or sneer me. Heh."
Harry laughed some more. "Was this what you were really like all along?"
"No, I'm actually an uptight bastard. Why do you think I made that potion?"
"What do you mean, for panic attacks?"
"I mean, so that I could enjoy a little slap and tickle like the next fellow. Back when I was in my twenties, I mean, before I got back into the double agent business."
"I guess I'm not the next fellow, because...because I've never..."
"It's all right, everything will be fine. You'll see."
Is this really Snape? Harry wondered. But Snape was kissing him on the mouth this time, sloppy, wet, almost just licking his mouth, licking, tongue, and Harry was panting, overwhelmed.
"Need a wand, where is it...." Snape muttered.
Harry summoned his wand and handed it to him. Snape furrowed his brow. Their clothing disappeared.
"Non-verbal spells have the advantage of surprise," Harry said smiling, and Snape began to rut against him.
Then he said, "Now, what was it again...ooooh..." There was a tingle of magic, but Harry didn't know what the spell was.
"What did you just do?"
"Sex charm. For lubrication. It's not like with women, you know. It doesn't just get all slippery when you want to fuck."
"I...wouldn't know. Never got that far."
"Good, more for me," Snape said nonsensically. "More for me, more for me..." and he writhed against Harry, skin to skin.
Then Snape turned away from Harry, pulling Harry's arms around him. He turned Harry's hands, palms down, against his chest and began to rub them over his nipples. Snape wiggled his arse against Harry's burgeoning erection.
"Just slide it right on in there, go slow, right?"
Harry parted the cheeks of the arse that was rubbing against him. He did not know what he was doing, at all. He rubbed his finger in the crack, and found the small puckered hole.
"How the hell is my prick going to fit in there?" he wondered under his breath.
Snape grabbed Harry's cock from behind and rubbed the head along the crack of his arse, and then somehow pushed back. The head of Harry's penis popped in.
"Push in slow, that's right Potter, slow, tease me, stretch me, slow..." His deep and quiet voice sounded so different giving instructions in bed than it did in the classroom.
Somehow Snape had got up onto all fours and Harry was holding onto his hips and yeah, pushing, pushing into that tight, hot, smooth place. He pushed as slowly as he could, until he was all the way inside. He didn't move for a moment.
"Does it hurt?" he whispered.
"No," Severus whispered back, "why are you whispering? I know you have your cock in my arse."
"Uh," Harry grunted, a huff of laughter and arousal, and gave a little involuntary thrust with his hips.
"That's it, fuck me, that's it..."
Even though he had only just come, Harry didn't think he would last long. The feeling of being squeezed in a tight embrace, the heat and slickness, and Snape's groans of pleasure were too much.
"Snape, I...oh..."
"Severus, my name is Severus. Say it," Snape gasped.
"Se—Severus..."
Snape was wanking his own cock, faster and faster. Harry was mesmerized.
"Harder, Harry, fuck me harder, harder!"
Suddenly he felt the shocks of Snape's orgasm around him, the involuntary contractions of his arse around Harry's cock.
"Severus!" Harry came hard, so hard he thought he might black out. He collapsed over the other man's back.
The two of them sprawled together. They fell to the side, spooning; Harry's cock fell out of Severus, who made a small, disappointed sound, and then they laughed together.
"Are you still high?" Harry asked. He reached up and wiped away a tear from Severus' cheek. He was crying.
"This happened the last time, too. The potion is a downer, you always wind up weeping at the end..." He sniffled hugely.
"Are you going to hate me again when the potion is out of your system?"
"What, for fucking me?"
Harry just looked at him. Snape shrugged.
"Why did you want to have sex with me?" Harry asked.
"Why did you decide to come back here with me?"
"You needed someone to take care of you."
"Ridiculous," Snape muttered. He was still relaxed and smiled when he said it though. He pulled Harry to him. Resting his chin on top of Harry's head, he held him close. The sound of his slow, regular heartbeat and his patient, wheezing breath lulled Harry to sleep.
