Warning: m/m Severus/Harry not really graphic, chapter gets a P-13 rating
Summery: Again Snape is the prey, with Harry as the pursuer.
Disclaimer: Don’t own

Chapter 2-The Chase

He let the drizzle of the rain, fall around him. He watched the shapes the water made on the forest floor. He watched the way the bark on the pine trees turned from shades of dust to colors of reddish brown. He shut his eyes to the sounds around him, the forest, the animals, creatures of the night, the owls circling above. He stood willing himself to be far away, to be back in the castle asleep, to be a young boy again when anything was possible. When the right choices had been possible, but it was far too late for that now. So here he stood, on this moonless night in a forbidden forest contemplating a life that led him here.

That lead him to being violated by Lucius Malfoy, that lead to endless Death Eaters meetings, to endless nights of torture and torment, that lead to the sucking out of his soul, slower than any dementor ever would. Because this was self-inflicted soul sucking, a piece of his soul lost every morning that he woke. With ever breath he took, with ever step in his life.

Snape kept his eyes closed and held his breath, "Potter, come out" he whispered. Harry hesitated and stepped from behind the tree. The boy was so sorry that he had landed, though he wasn’t sorry for what he had seen. At first he half hoped he could slink back into the forest, wishing that he had kept going on his broom, disappearing into the night, with out being detected. But by the time it was over, he saw the power of what Malfoy had done, the control over the other man. While it was a little fiercer than was justified, he couldn’t stop thinking of it. The look on Lucius face, the look of lust, obsession, desire, gratification.

He had wanted to tell Professor Snape he was sorry for what happened, for the pain Malfoy had inflicted on him because of this war. But he couldn't, he didn't know what he would say or how he would say it. Besides he wasn't able to steady his voice enough to say the things he though he should say at a moment like this, he knew his voice would betray him of his own desires and lustfulness.

Breathe in, "Professor I'm ... sorry..." Snape held up his hand and finally opened his eyes. "Come on Potter", Snape took a step forward and stopped, the pain ricochet through his body, his backside burned like he never would have imagined. Snape grasped the tree near him holding on for dear life.

"Do you want me to get someone?" Harry lightly placed his hand on Snapes arm. The potion master jumped back as if the touch had burned him. "I'm sorry.... I didn't mean..." Harry held up his hand in a peaceful offering. Snape looked down at the boy, turning suddenly and briskly rushed through the woods toward the safe house. Harry followed.

Harry stopped he wasn’t showing pity to Snape, he was… well he had to stop these thoughts. It wasn’t the time, it had just happened. Snape would need to recover, get the blood off of his body, the cuts and scratches healed up, then maybe, just maybe Harry hoped he could approach him.

He felt the tickling sensation of his arousal stir in him. He tried to will it away. How could he be turned on by such a thing, by such thoughts? It was wrong, wasn’t it? The way a man was forced, the way they moved, the pain inflicted, the blood shed. Maybe it was just because it was Snape. For his thoughts had often been turning to him lately. Ever since they had come to live in this safe house. Harry had been watching the man with curious interest. The way he moved, the way he could sit in the corner and it was as if he faded away, you forgot he was there. Not to mention the eerie silence that surrounded Snape. Those black eyes, that black hair, he knew it would be silk to the touch, Harry moistened his lips.

Harry let his thoughts betrayed his feeling for the man a little longer, to linger in this fantasy world. He had to be honest with himself, he imagined Snape doing those things to him, with out the pain, mind you. Well maybe a little pain, a few nips, a bite here and there. That mouth moist, dripping with need, hungry, growling for a satisfaction. Harry closed his eyes with these lustful thoughts.

His mind raced with these thoughts well into the night. With out thinking, his hand strayed southward, beneath the fabric of his jeans, he thought of Snapes mouth on his, he imagined the feel of those hands, on his body. He thought of the long thrust of Malfoy, of the look in his eyes, the lick of his lips, the moan of completion.

"I told you damn it he’s fine", Harry sat up. Screaming and yelling drifted up from downstairs, Sirius and Snape were fighting. The swearing and obscenity grew worse and it sounded as blows were about to be thrown. He heard Lupin trying to stop it and Sirius throw a finally curse and stomp up the stairs.

Harry scurried off his twin bed and hurriedly button up his pants. Sirius banged into the room. He came over and gathered Harry in his arms, hugging him, searching him over for scratches and cuts, "are you ok?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Snapes hurt you know?"

"Harry, he’s walking, he’s fine. My only concern is with you."

"He’s limping… did he tell you…what happened?"

Now it was Sirius turn to narrow his eyes, "Did you see what happened to him? Cause I don’t want you to see things like that."

Sirius had been making him mad lately, the pop shots he took at Snape. The bickering that never seemed to end, the snide remarks.

"I saw", Harry hung his head, he knew Snape wouldn’t want anyone to know and he wouldn’t be the one to betray that secret. "Just please lay off him… the fighting, arguing. Okay."

Sirius sat on the bed glazing out the window, "I’ll try Harry…it’s hard…. You know it being Snape and all."

Harry nodded he knew Snape was difficult to get along with, this would probably make him more difficult, the fact that someone knew his private business. Snape was a outcast on his own side, a spy, a Deatheater, unfriendly, the stress of living in a safe house with people who really didn’t like you, and you in return didn’t like.

"Won’t come out of his room", Lupin replied.

Harry looked at everyone, no one seemed the slightest bit concerned for Snapes well being. Harry grabbed another plate and filled it with ham and potatoes, a roll and vegetables. He tossed an apple on for the hell of it and headed upstairs. "Harry" Sirius came to stand in front of him, "leave him be. He’s a grown man if he’s hungry he’ll come downstairs." Harry shoved past his godfather, marching defiantly up the stairs.

He knocked lightly on Snapes door, when no one responded he threw caution to the wind and entered. Snape stood in front of the window, lost in thought. He didn’t hear the boy enter and set a plate of food on his bedside. Harry gently touched his arm, "Professor?" Snape jumped, defensively on instinct slapped Harry across the face. Harry fell into the wall and slide down to the floor. Snape looked down at the boy, his eyes attempting to focus. "Potter?" Snape bent to help him to his feet, but turned suddenly and sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. Harry crawled to his side, kneeling at his feet "professor" he whispered, "I brought you up some dinner."

Snape mumbled incoherently.

Harry wanted to gather Snape up in his arms and hold him. To comfort him, to say his apologizes again. But he knew Snape wouldn’t appreciate that. Harry crawled to the bed pulling himself up to sit next to Snape, "just go away Potter".

"Professor," he tried to choose his words carefully "you know not all touches are bad" he leaned in shoulder to shoulder with the man. "Some are nice", he leaned in closer, he could feel Snape stiffen next to him, he slowly placed his hand on Snape’s.

Snape slowly drew up his eyes, to meet the boys. "Not all have to be unwanted" Harry leaned yet closer, he could feel the heat of the man next to him. "May I?" Harry whispered. Snape could feel the breath of the boy on his neck, on his lips. The slight pulse of those lips next to his skin. Snape yanked the boy by the front of his shirt pulling him in for a real kiss. Harry gasped as Snapes tongue explored his mouth. He tangled his arms around the mans neck running his hands through that silky black hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sirius bellowed from the doorway. Both teacher and student jumped from the bed, Snape pulling his wand.

"When you didn’t return…I though…well not this?"

Sirius reached across and yanked Harry away from Snape. "How could you let him take advantage of you like this?"

Harry jerked his arm out of the grip "He’s not taking advantage of me, if anything I took advantage of him." Harry raced from the room, down the stairs. Sirius was on his heals gripping the boy by the neck and spun him around, "you don’t know what your getting into. Getting mixed up with him".

"I’ll make my own decision"

"I’ll make your decision, I’m your guardian" Harry raced across the room, his fury was racing. Everyone had come out of the dinning room to witness the yelling. "You weren’t there for all these years and all those times I needed some one. So don’t pretend now that you own me." Sirius flinched, Harry knew it was a cheap shot.

Sirius voice softened "what happened to your cheek?"

"I tripped", Harry snarled, and raced upstairs to his room, slamming the door.

Sirius stood there in the center of the room dumbfounded. No one dared to speak to him. They drifted back to their dinner in silence.

"Sirius are you ok?", Lupin looked nervously around the room, Sirius sank to his knees "I found Harry…Severus…kissing" he whimpered. Lupin looked confused.

"Their adults"

"He’s a boy"

"He’s 17. You see him as the baby James and Lily had. He’s grown up while you were away."

Sirius nodded in defeat, but with Snape my God Harry, you don’t know what he is.

Snape stood in the field behind the house watching the moon, the owls in the distance chasing their prey. He stood there barefooted marveling at the idea, enjoying the sensation between his toes. He definitely had to do this more often. He enjoyed the warm summer nights, breezeless, nights where the sky is so clear, where every star seems to intensify out at you. Nights that felt electric, alive, where the trees seemed to move of there own free will. Crickets and fireflies take over the night, Snape repressed the urge to take off chasing them. He had a sudden urge to howl at the moon, he wondered if Lupin would be offended, fuck it, he threw his head back howling, clasping his eyes shut.

Hands slipped around his waist, nuzzling around his neck, a tongue slide behind his earlobe, licking, biting. His knees weakened as he sank back into those arms, that warm embrace, "I hope to make you howl like that", the wind whispered in his ear. He could feel the warm breath on his neck, the hands that easily slide beneath his shirt, the buttons near undone.

Snape turned suddenly in his arms; they crumbled to the ground. Shoes and belts, shirts and pajamas bottoms discarded. Snape felt the dew of the grass cover his body, the gentle hands that wandered his being. The nails that dragged down his back, the wet kisses that trailed down his stomach, to his waiting erection. He slide this hands into that fierce head of hair, twrilling little pieces over and over again.

Severus submitted to all Harry had to offer, to all the wants and desires of the boy. To the gentle graces of pain that flowed through his body. To the howls that were sure to come, this waiting night.

Sirius watched from the window above.