Warning: m/m Severus/ Harry If your looking for a masterpiece, plot or story line this ANIT’ IT. If you’re looking for basic smut, a little angst, then read on. I don’t use correct grammar. I try to spell proper, but sometimes spell check pisses me off and I just keep hitting ok, I have my own angst.

If your looking for a story that’s posted on a regular bases this AIN'T IT, I only write this when I’m Personally pissed off about something. Or when I want to run someone over.

Warning: The characters are not in character, they say things and do things that they don’t usually do. I’m very aware of all the flames I receive and it only seem to egg me on. I’m NOT encouraging you to flame me but if you must at least make it creative, I enjoy reading those just as much as the nice reviews. Thanks to NarcissaM.

Harry lay in the grass letting the dew of the night cover his body. He licked his fingers, the taste of Snape. Yes in deed. Harry smiled. Not just the average smile, but that smile where you just finished fucking. Not sex mind you but fucking. Raw, ripping, passionate, bite me all over fucking. Harry lie there on the ground coming down from the high of Snape, of sex. Snape was already on his feet. "You coming?" he was partially getting dressed half giving up on it.

"No, I just want to lie here for a while" he motioned toward the night. The sky had gone totally black now. Small patches of stars came through here and there but not a whole lot. Snape shrugged his shoulders and headed back to the house. Harry lie there trying to get himself to calm down, half toying with the idea of waking Snape and dragging him down for another round of play.

Harry lie there for a while longer thinking of nothing but Snapes strong hands on his body. Thinking of those lips on his erection, on his nipples. Of that dirty mouth engulfing him. His body ached, the night had turned much more brutal than he had expected. He had started as the aggressor and some how in the night Snape had flipped him over on his stomach. Snape had pinned him to the ground, somehow he had relinquish the control to the man. The lose of control had meant he had walked away much as Snape had that night with Lucius.

Snape thrusting into him came to mind, of the hair rising on his neck, back arched on all fours. God he was stirring just thinking of it. Harry let his fingernail grace his left nipple a quiver of ecstasy raced through his body. He played absentmindley with his nipple. Slowly letting his hand trail southward letting his fingers flutter over his erection that already was back to full force. He slowly grasped himself, slow pumping. Letting his thumb and index finger message the tip of his erection. A soft moan escaped his lips.

The rustling of the leave is what made him stop. Someone was coming toward him. Someone wasn’t even trying to be silent, Snape. It had to be Snape coming back for more. A wicked smile crossed his lips, closing his eyes. If Snape could just drop to his knees and take him into his mouth. If he could just take bite his inner thigh. Could just tug lightly on his balls.

"Harry"

Harry sat up "Sirius?" damn it he quickly got up, grabbing his dirty robes from the ground covering himself. "Sirius, what are you doing here?"

Sirius came out of the shadows of the night. Harry could see him plainly now nothing but boxers. Pale skin, his long black hair hanging around him. Harry could plainly see the anger in Sirius. Could plainly see he had come here to confront Snape. "Where the hell is he?" Sirius clutched his fists tight. The tinge of red flushed across his face across his chest.

"I don’t approve of this Harry not at all… You will stop" Sirius yanked Harry’s arm spinning him around to face him.

"I will do no such thing" Harry spat not hiding his defiant tone, walking toward the back door.

"Like Hell You Won’t" Sirius pushed Harry into a nearby tree. Harry winced in pain, narrowing his eyes "I won’t" he whispered.

Sirius frowned, his eyes became awake suddenly "What do you think Snapes doing with you? It’s nothing but a fuck to him… he enjoyed what Lucius did to him…don’t let him fool you."

Harry stared gaped mouth wide eyed in disbelieve "No I was there… he didn’t…?" he cried.

Sirius looked up at him smirking, " he did" he whispered stepping closer, slipping his hands on the boys hips, parting his legs easily with a nudge of his knee. Harry complied still in shock, could Snape enjoy that, could he?

Sirius was nibbling on his neck, Harry wasn’t really aware of it until Sirius bit him on the shoulder. "Stop…Sirius" Harry attempted to push him away and move past him.

"No, you are mine… Harry" his eyes telling the boy he was not going to be cast a side. Harry struggled stuck between the tree and his Godfather, Harry played the only card he had "Sirius, I’m sure this isn’t what my father had in mind when he made you my Godfather?"

Sirius smiled at the words, "Actually Harry, I’m sure your father had the three of us in mind!"

Shocked and frantic Harry squirmed to get away. Sirius was pushing him into the tree the bark digging into his skin. Suddenly spun around facing the tree, Harry’s struggles increased, Sirius boxers down around his ankles, his erection pressing earnestly at the emerald eyed devils opening. Harry became very aware of the bloody scrapes on his back, bits of bark and tree sap, Sirius bit his way down Harry’s back and back up. Biting the back of his neck, Harry yelped, flinging his arms wildly grabbing a hand full of Sirius hair.

It did nothing but makes Sirius harder, did nothing but make him want it more, and this was Harry, this was his property. Sirius licked the blood from the porcelain skin, holding the taste in his mouth, savoring it. Sirius didn’t wait, he yanked the boys hips back on to his waiting erection, thrusting hard and fast into his property. Cries, and whimpers were ignore, pleads of ‘no’ were ignored, he would not be denied. Thrust grew, longer, faster, no care was given to his victim, of the squirms, and the boys desire to not do this.

Harry, clutched the tree his only support, his fingernails digging into the tree his hand bleeding, the blood dripping from his fingertips. His own erection, a bloody mess, scraping into the tree, bark, tree come, crusted on his body. His skin rubbed raw, the sudden terror as Sirius hand came to rest on his throat. He gave a muffled cry, Sirius was pulling him back on to him, his legs barely supporting him, the pressure on his throat increased, Sirius mouth on his earlobe, whispering, "scream Harry… scream".

Harry wanted to, he wanted to scream with pain, with what his Godfather was doing to him. He had begged, pleaded, cried, whimpered, he might as well scream, with pain, with rage, with fear. He let loose, several owls took flight. Sirius, thrusts became faster, more fierce, slamming him forcefully into the tree, scrapes, cuts, blood. Sirius breath became short, shallow, climaxed and he was done pouring his come into Harry, Godson.

Professor Flitwick watched from the tree above…