Fic: Absolutely Unspeakable: Part Two

[alisanne]

Title: Absolutely Unspeakable
Author: alisanne
Team: Team Phoenix
Genre(s): Romance, Humor and/or crack
Prompt(s): Boot Camp
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC-17/ None
Word Count: ~11400
Summary: In which Harry finally understands the motto: what happens in Unspeakable Bootcamp, stays in Unspeakable Bootcamp.
A/N: Many thanks to Team Phoenix, to my beta reader sevfan and to my Britpicker, shiv5468. Thanks also to accioslash, whose detailed comments by email pointed out some problems that I have hopefully corrected. And finally, thanks to Team Dragon, who allowed me to borrow their mascot for the purposes of this story.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


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The door flew open and Harry was propelled though, Snape close behind him. The door slammed shut and they were standing in a dark room with a sturdy desk and some chairs.

“All right, Potter, let me make something clear right now, I do not bott--”

Snape’s words were interrupted by Harry’s lips fastening themselves to his.

A small part of Harry’s brain was screaming at him at him for his boldness, not to mention the fact that by this act, he was probably very clearly showing Snape his interest, but the dominant part of his brain hexed the other section silent.

To Harry’s pleased surprise, Snape kissed him back; those lips that had provided endless criticism and acerbic commentary during his years at Hogwarts now proving to be just as adept at inducing sensual pleasure.

Moaning in his throat, Harry arched against Snape as the emotions coming through the dragon’s bond buffeted him. He was drowning in sensations, unsure for a moment whether what he was feeling was from her or his own body.

When Snape pulled back, Harry gasped and reached for him. Snape eluded him easily.

“Potter, you are obviously not yourself,” Snape panted. “We do not have to--”

“Yes,” Harry interrupted, trying to drag Snape’s mouth back to his. “Yes, we really do.”

“I will not inflict myself on someone who is intoxicated,” Snape managed, mouth set in a resolute line that Harry desperately wanted to lick. “If you were in your right mind, you would never entertain the idea of--”

“I wanted you long before this,” Harry replied, shaking his head. His rational mind gibbered at him to shut up, but Harry was beyond caring. “If you want to look you can. You’ll see I’ve wanted you for years, just...”

Snape stared at him, into him, for a few nerve-wracking moments, during which Harry could feel the dragons’ passionate mating in the sky above. He moaned as the male dragon set claws into the female before entering her, then gasped as Snape pulled him close. “Apparently you have been hiding a bit of a tendre for me,” he murmured, his low purr making Harry shiver.

“Please,” Harry gibbered.

“Mm, yes, evidently I shall,” Snape said, dipping his head. But instead of kissing Harry on the lips, Snape licked along the line of his jaw before allowing his tongue to dip into the hollow of Harry’s throat.

“Oh God.”

Snape chuckled, closing his mouth around Harry’s Adams apple and sucking.

A low keen escaped Harry. His fingers tangling in Snape’s hair, Harry arched closer. “He’s fucking her now,” he whispered.

“And you want that? From me?” Snape pulled back to look searchingly at Harry once more. What he saw there apparently reassured him, because he guided Harry backwards until he was up against the desk.

“How many ways do I have to tell you?” Harry moaned. “Will you just fuck me already?”

Snape pressed against Harry, leaning over until his mouth was hovering about Harry’s. “Slow or fast?” he asked, fingers undoing Harry’s robes.

“Now,” Harry grated, shuddering as he felt the stretch and burn in the dragon’s body as she accepted her mate. “Just do it.”

“You must be prepared,” Snape murmured. Pulling his wand out of his sleeve, he intoned a couple of spells that made Harry gasp then sigh as wet slickness spread through him.

Not taking the time to remove his own clothes, Snape simply undid his fly. Harry had no time to see anything, however, since Snape immediately spun Harry around and yanked down his trousers and pants, baring his arse to the room.

With his trousers around his knees, Harry found his ability to move severely hampered, and he whimpered. He was trapped, at the mercy of Snape, whose hot breath panting against the back of his neck was making him even harder. His prick was pressed uncomfortably against the edge of the desk, and when his arse cheeks were roughly parted, he keened.

Above him, his dragon was in freefall, the male dragon pumping in and out of her furiously. “Oh God,” Harry groaned.

The rough burn of Snape’s cock brought him back to himself. Harry’s fingers gouged holes in the surface of the desk as Snape thrust forward, not pausing until the was fully buried. “Tight,” Snape gasped, his teeth scraping the nape of Harry’s neck.

“Move,” Harry begged.

Snape growled and began to pump in and out. There was enough lubricant, but only just, and it took Harry’s body a few moments to relax enough to easily accept Snape’s sizable cock.

When Snape shifted slightly, however, gliding his prick over Harry’s prostate, Harry’s forehead hit the desk. “Yes!” he gasped, trying to rock back against Snape’s impaling length. “There!”

Snape’s body kept Harry wedged firmly against the desk, giving him no leeway to move. The part of Harry’s brain still attached to the dragon loved the helplessness of his position, revelled in the way Snape was controlling him, and when a hand snaked around to pull on his cock, that was it.

Harry arched hard, pulsing his release all over the edge of the desk and onto the floor.

Snape paused as Harry came, but the second Harry’s orgasm waned, he set crooked teeth into Harry’s shoulder and pumped furiously into Harry’s still rippling arse, coming only moments later.

Slumped over the top of the desk, with Snape still inside him, Harry’s breath slowed. The part of his consciousness that was still with the dragon sensed they had landed and that the male dragon was sheltering the female beneath his wings. Harry sighed contentedly.

“Cushioning Charm,” Snape whispered.

“Mm?”

“We’ll need a Cushioning Charm for the next round,” Snape clarified.

“Next round?” Harry smiled.

“Indeed. As you can sense the dragon, I am now aware of her mate’s thoughts. We will need a soft place to continue this.”

“Brilliant!”

~

Harry woke to the sound of voices. It was easy enough to identify Snape’s silky tones of course, but the other voice was softer and it took a moment for Harry to correctly place it. Charlie. That’s right, they were in Romania, at a dragon preserve, and the pleasant soreness in Harry’s nether regions made him recall the events of the prior few hours. The very erotic events.

They had done many things to each other, and Harry’s concern that Snape would be a cruel or inconsiderate lover had gone unfounded. The pleasure they had shared had been intense, augmented he suspected, by the dragons’ mating, but nonetheless, Harry thought the sexual chemistry he had with Snape was the best he’d encountered.

Smiling, Harry thought about how they had taken the time to Transfigure a couple of the chairs into a comfortable bed after their second go round on the desk. Harry had definitely appreciated having a bed after that, and he’d shown that appreciation by riding Snape to sated exhaustion.

“...Pain Potion and perhaps some Energy Replenishing Potion,” he heard Snape say.

Harry blushed as Charlie chuckled. “Yes, I can see that you’d need those,” he said. “Anything else? It certainly looks as though you’ve made yourselves comfortable in here.”

“Yes, both my and Potter’s Transfiguration skills remain intact at least, thank God.”

“Right, well I bought you some food. You’ll need the energy,” Charlie said. “Any other requests?”

Food? Harry thought, perking up. His stomach grumbled and he held his breath, hoping no one had heard.

“A way to break this bond before we kill each other would be appreciated,” Snape said dryly. “I cannot believe you’ve never had this happen here before. There must be a way to reverse it.”

“Are you and Harry arguing?” Charlie asked.

Snape was silent for a long moment. “Surprisingly enough, no,” he finally replied. “But that is a moot point. Leave us alone together long enough it is sure to happen. Now, back to a way to reverse it...”

Cracking an eye open, Harry saw Charlie purse his lips before replying. “Well, there is a potion that’s mentioned in the old dragon-keeper logs,” he said. “It’s a bit obscure and it involves getting some hard to obtain items, but I’ll get you a copy of the recipe so you can look at it. I’m not sure what it does, actually.”

“Bring me the logs,” Snape said. “In addition, a way to communicate these events with the Ministry would also be helpful. Is there a Floo available for my use?”

“Yes, it’s in the main office. Plus, I spoke with Head Auror Cavendish after I sent the Unspeakable recruits back and explained the situation. He said to continue your assessment of Harry.” Charlie paused as if waiting, but Snape didn’t respond to that so he continued. “Ron’s been Flooing incessantly, by the way. He very concerned about Harry.” Charlie peered in the general direction of the bed.

Careful to keep his breathing slow and even, Harry continued listening.

“Potter is fine as you can see,” Snape said after a moment. “I must call and find out who is handling the assessment of the other recruits...”

“I imagine they assigned someone else to do it,” Charlie said. “Anyway, the other dragons have calmed down; your two seem to be the only ones who are still mating.”

“Indeed. Typical. So we remain trapped here?”

“Yes.” Charlie sighed. “Unfortunately, they show no signs of, er, stopping any time soon, and it could damage Harry if he’s taken out of the dragon’s range.”

“As you have said,” Snape barked, crossing his arms. “Very well, do let me know when I can make the Floo call.”

“Wake Harry and eat first,” Charlie advised. “You’ll need the energy. I brought plăcinte and ciorbă de perişoare. It’s Romanian pie and a type of meatball soup that I think you’ll like.”

Harry heard Charlie’s footsteps as he left, and before he could move, Snape said, “I know you are awake, Potter.”

With a sigh, Harry sat up. “You probably heard my stomach growling,” he muttered.

“I imagine you heard that Weasley brought us food and clothes,” Snape said, uncovering the tray. The delicious smell of meat and spices wafted towards Harry, who swallowed hard.

“I didn’t hear the bit about the clothes,” he said, glancing towards the pile of shredded fabric lying at the side of the bed. “Looks as if it’s a good thing he did, though.”

“Indeed.” Snape levitated a shirt towards Harry. “Get dressed and eat,” he said. “I suspect we have very little time to rest before the dragons become -- shall we say active? -- again.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I can feel her stirring,” he said, slipping his arms into the shirt’s sleeves. As he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to stand up, he groaned. “Ugh, did he say he brought Pain Potion?”

“He said he was bringing some back when he returns,” Snape said, “although I do have a vial of my own formula on me.” He held up a small bottle.

Limping over to the desk where Snape had set up their makeshift meal, Harry sat down, suppressing a groan as he did so. Snape first handed Harry the potion, and after he’d downed it, Harry pulled one of the bowls of the divine-smelling soup towards him. Picking up a spoon, Harry began to eat. “Oh that’s so good,” he moaned. “I was starving.”

Snape smirked as he bit into one of the savoury pies. “You say that when you eat many things, don’t you?” he purred.

Harry almost choked. Reaching for a glass of water, he took a sip, wiping his mouth. “Bastard,” he said.

“I do have impeccable timing,” Snape replied.

Laughing despite himself, Harry shook his head and began eating in earnest. Both men were quiet as they ate, the clink of spoons against bowls the only sound in the room for several minutes. Starting to feel full, Harry pushed his bowl away and looked up at Snape. He froze.

Snape was still eating his soup, sliding the spoon into his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Harry watched, mesmerized as Snape licked his lips, and his mouth went dry. It was all he could do not to lunge across the table and suck the taste of the delicious broth out of Snape’s mouth.

“It’s starting again, isn’t it?” Snape said, eyes glittering as he looked up from his meal. “The dragon is awake and... ready?”

“Mm,” Harry said, focussed on the skin of Snape’s neck, and on how he longed to slide his tongue down the length of that pale throat.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Snape said. “And your vocabulary is significantly better when you are not under the influence of dragon hormones, I’ve found.”

“I didn’t notice you objecting earlier,” Harry said vaguely, now staring at Snape’s mouth as he shaped the words.

“Oh, I wasn’t,” Snape admitted. “It would take a saint to object to an attractive man several decades his junior throwing himself at him, even if it is only because of the influence of obscure bonding magic. And I am no saint.”

“It’s not just that,” Harry said, Snape’s words momentarily distracting him from the sheer need pulsing through his body. “I told you, showed you, even. I was attracted to you before this.”

“Mm, so you say.” Snape didn’t sound convinced. “At any rate, we will not know how much of your behaviour is because of the bond versus some innate attraction until the bond fades.”

Harry sighed, then stiffened as a surge of lust hit him through the bond. “Snape--”

“It’s starting again?”

At Harry’s nod, Snape stood up and gestured towards the bed. “Come,” he said.

“I hope so,” Harry breathed. “Many, many times.”

“Have I disappointed you yet?” Snape purred.

Harry moaned, practically tripping over his feet in his haste to get to the bed. Snape caught him before he stumbled against the edge of the table. “Has the Pain Potion taken effect yet?” he asked softly.

Licking his lips, Harry nodded.

Snape smiled, and at the look in his eyes, a shiver went through Harry.

“Good,” Snape murmured, lifting Harry in his arms and carrying him over to the bed. “It is not my intention to hurt you. The least I can do is make this as pleasurable as possible for both of us.”

“You’re succeeding,” Harry managed.

“Excellent. Now let’s see if I can continue, shall we?” Snape glanced towards the sky as roaring resumed outside. “And perhaps we can give the dragons a run for their money.”

As Harry reached up to pull Snape down to him, he smiled, having no doubts that Snape would put the dragons to shame.

~

Four days later saw an exhausted Snape and Harry finally emerge from the room to which they had been all but confined to. Neither man looked particularly unhappy, however, as Charlie was quick to note. He hid a smile. “I take it that last potion worked?” he asked.

Every time he had gone to check on them, they had been trying a variation of a potion based on the notes Charlie had provided. To Charlie’s eyes, they worked quite well together, and although Snape had snapped at Harry a lot, Harry appeared to take it in stride. Until dragon lust overcame him, that is. Something in the way Harry looked at Snape made him wonder if perhaps there was more than the dragon bond at work, however.

Snape scowled at Charlie halfheartedly. “I made some modifications based on the formula your logs provided,” he rasped. “In the end, it proved adequate to do the job.”

“How did you get all the ingredients to make it?” Charlie asked. “When I looked at it I saw it required some pretty exotic components, like phoenix tears--”

“That’s not a problem when your familiar is a phoenix,” Harry muttered.

“What?” Charlie would have sworn that Snape flushed at that.

“You remember Fawkes?”

Charlie nodded.

“Well he’s Sev-- Snape’s now,” Harry said. “Also explains a few things about the last battle.”

“Indeed.” Snape shot a quelling look Harry’s way. “In any event, obtaining ingredients was the least of my worries,” Snape said. “As Potter indicates, I had easy enough access to a phoenix; the difficulty was obtaining enough time to brew anything.” He shot a fondly irritated look towards Harry, who blushed.

“I’m afraid I got a bit insistent at times,” Harry admitted.

Charlie bit back a laugh. “Yes, well, that’s the nature of a dragon’s bond. As you’ve discovered, they’re very physical creatures, ruled by emotions. That can be a powerful thing.”

“Fortunately, not as powerful as the superior intellect and logic imbued by the phoenix,” Snape said. “Once I saw the recipe for the potion, I understood the concept; it was just a matter of discerning the correct proportions.”

“It’s a good thing, too,” Charlie said, glancing towards the now calm dragon pens. “It appears your taking the potion somehow ended their mating ritual sooner than usual. That could be a very useful discovery. Maybe we’re lucky this happened to you two.”

“As thrilled as I was that I could help,” Snape said dryly, “you’ll forgive me if I am not particularly pleased that I was forced to violate Mr. Potter as a result of this accident, however.”

Harry spun and grabbed Snape’s robes, the material fisted in his hand. Charlie’s eyes widened as he watched the drama unfold.

“Oh no, not this again. How many times do I have to tell you, you did not violate me?” Harry growled. “I told you, I’ve wanted you for ages, you git! If anyone was violated it was you by me!”

“Unhand me.” Snape seemed nervous to Charlie.

“Not until you look once and for all and see that I’m speaking the truth,” Harry said. “You do admit I’m no longer under the influence of the bond, yes?”

Snape nodded. “It appears that you are not,” he said, sounding reluctant.

“Well you made the potion, Snape,” Harry purred. “Are you saying that a potion you brewed may not have worked?”

“It worked.” Snape’s eyes were glittering with some suppressed emotion.

“Then anything I feel for you now is from me, correct? Not from the dragon.”

“That is a reasonable assumption, yes.”

Harry forcibly dragged Snape’s face down to his and sealed their lips together in what looked like a desperate and searing kiss. Charlie whistled softly. To him it resembled nothing less than a melding of mouths, and it didn’t appear that Snape was protesting too much.

When Harry finally drew back, both he and Snape were breathing fast. Harry swallowed hard. “Now, if that kiss wasn’t enough to convince you,” he said softly, but still loudly enough for Charlie to hear, “then cast Legilimens on me and look for yourself.”

“And perform another violation upon your person,” Snape murmured.

Harry shook his head. “Not if I invite you,” he said, staring into Snape’s eyes. “Come on. You’re the bravest man I know. Prove it. Look and see how I really feel about you.”

Charlie wasn’t surprised at what Snape did next. Who could have resisted such a plea?

“Legilimens,” Snape whispered, and Harry gasped, stiffening for a moment before sagging. Snape caught him easily and as Charlie watched, a genuine smile curved Snape’s lips.

Harry blinked a moment later. “Did you see?”

“Indeed, I saw several things,” Snape said, his voice a low purr.

Harry blushed.

Charlie cleared his throat. “So, you’re heading back to the Ministry today, then?”

Snape, eyes still locked to Harry’s nodded. “Yes. Potter is several days behind in Unspeakable training. Despite the impromptu bootcamp we had here, I doubt this was what the Ministry had in mind when they asked me to assess him for his suitability for the program.”

“What will you say about that by the way?” Harry asked.

Snape smiled. “I was supposed to evaluate your ability to adjust to unusual circumstances, to adapt under less than ideal conditions and to see how you handled stress. I would say that this situation tested all of those things, and that you managed adequately.”

Harry beamed. “Careful,” he whispered. “I’ll begin to think you’re interested in me, too.”

Snape rolled his eyes. “You mean you didn’t look in my mind as I was looking in yours? We really do have to work on your spying skills, Potter. I suppose we can cover that in training.”

Harry grinned and took Snape’s hand. “I’m ready if you are.”

Charlie, now openly chuckling, handed Snape the portkey. It was a miniature dragon. Snape looked down at it and frowned. A moment later it was a phoenix. “A better omen, I think,” he said. “Come, Potter. Time to get you back on course. You have the capability to be an adequate Unspeakable if we ever get you some training.”

“Good thing I have an adequate instructor, then,” Harry said.

As they were sucked away by the portkey they were still arguing. Charlie shook his head, wondering if the Ministry would ever be the same again.

~

Severus stood beside Harry, a sombre, solid presence. Several of the parents who were dropping their children off at platform nine and three quarters gave him curious looks but he didn’t acknowledge any of them. Instead he seemed focussed solely on Harry and the eleven-year-old he was currently counseling.

“...and remember, no matter what House you get Sorted into, your grandmother and I will be proud. You will do great, Teddy!” Harry hugged his godson as he spoke.

Teddy, whose hair was alternating between a shocking maroon and a pale lavender, Harry imagined it was a reaction to the excitement of the day, was practically vibrating. “I really want to be in Gryffindor,” he said.

Severus snorted.

Blinking, Teddy looked up at him. “Are you Uncle Harry’s boyfriend?”

Harry hid a smile. When he’d returned, Ron had been surprisingly understanding, and when Harry had filled him in on all the events of his impromptu boot camp with Severus, he’d simply said, “Hey, mate, as long as the greasy bat knows he’s expected at our place on Sundays for dinner, and that if he hurts you I’ll kill him, it’s all good.”

Ron had then proceeded to tell everyone that Harry had a boyfriend now. Apparently, he’d taken quite a bit of pleasure in being the one to know first and in telling Hermione. Teddy had evidently overheard.

“I am.” Severus confirmed, to Harry’s surprise.

“Cool. What’s your name?”

Severus squatted, looking Teddy in the eye. “I am Severus Snape.”

Teddy’s hair turned bright green. “Uncle Harry told me that you’re the bravest man he knows,” he said. “What House were you in?”

Severus smiled. “Slytherin.”

Teddy nodded. “Right. Slytherin it is, then.” And before Harry could say another word, Teddy hugged him and, shockingly, Severus as well, before he skipped off to get on the train.

Harry’s mouth was still open moments later. “What just happened?” he asked.

Severus pointed to Teddy whose face appeared in a window, and as the train began to pull away from the station, both men waved. Finally, he steered Harry away from the tracks. “I believe that was called recruiting,” he said, once he could be heard over the din of the departing train.

“But...”

“Will you really be upset if he is Sorted in Slytherin?” Severus asked as they walked to the Apparation point.

“Well, no.” Harry sighed. “I just didn’t want him thinking he had to get into a certain House, you know?”

“I understand. Although you do realize, you benefit from this as well?”

“Oh, and why’s that?” Harry asked.

“You told the boy I was the bravest man you know.” Severus smirked. “It’s only right that you be rewarded.”

Harry grinned. “All right, but I have this really tough instructor in Unspeakable training, and he may object if I’m too exhausted to work tomorrow.”

Severus pulled Harry close in preparation for Side-Along Apparation. “Oh, I suspect I can have a word with him.”

~ Fin