Title: The Life Debt

Author: Aviss

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: SS/HP

Disclaimer: The lovely boys are Rowling's, the pr0n mine.

Feedback: greatly appreciated

Beta: Thanks to Rakina for the amazingly fast beta.

Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm

Challenge: Not Here, Not now, No magic?

The Life Debt

Harry moaned and thrust into the mouth currently enveloping his cock and wondered, with his last working brain cell, how the hell he ended up in that position. Not that he was complaining, far from it. The man had a sinful mouth and it was turning Harry's brain slowly to mush.

“More, Harry?”

And the voice – that voice should be forbidden. It was doing strange things to Harry's body, all that suction, heat and wetness was rendering him speechless. So he moaned some more instead.

The plan had just been meeting the man, inviting him to drink and discussing that nasty business of a Life Debt that was hanging between them. And then going on holiday before he had to return to Dumstrang, to take up the position of Dark Arts Teacher Assistant he had been offered.

A simple plan. It didn't involve getting drunk, or going back to Harry's hotel room and ending up on his back, writhing on the bed with a finger working its way up his arse.

But no, he was still not complaining.

Especially when the finger was joined by another, and they touched something inside Harry that made him shout and spread his legs wider.

“So eager, Harry.” The man was saying, thrusting his fingers inside Harry's arse, scissoring them, and then going back with his mouth to work on Harry's cock some more.

At that point, thinking and wondering was something Harry was no longer capable of, so he just surrendered to the feelings and grabbed the bed sheets, trying to hold on to something.

He moaned at the loss when the mouth left his cock and the fingers abandoned his arse, and was about to complain about it when something bigger and hotter nudged his entrance, pushing a bit inside. He whimpered – the feeling was uncomfortable and a bit painful – but then a mouth descended over his and a tongue invaded his mouth, swallowing his protest and the following moans. He was being filled slowly, giving him time to get used to having something so big inside of him. The man's mouth was still devouring him and his hands were holding Harry's hips gently but firmly, and after a minute, he was ready.

Harry tilted his hips up to show it and the man took the hint and started thrusting in and out, slowly and deeply, changing his angle until Harry felt a jolt of pleasure so fierce he felt he could come on the spot. And then the man started pounding him, hard and fast, and it was so good that Harry was screaming and coming, coming like he had never done in his life before, without a hand on him.

The man kept fucking him until he too stiffened and came inside Harry, moaning something that might have been a name, but Harry didn't think so.

And afterwards both fell back onto the bed, exhausted and limp and Harry knew no more.

Harry woke up in the middle of the night feeling strange, but he couldn't point out what it was. It took him a minute to realize that he wasn't alone in the bed, and then everything came back to him.

He remembered going back to England for the first time since he was eleven and had left for Durmstrang, meeting Albus and his godfather, Sirius, after his last term at school and telling them about his plans, the job offer and everything that happened in his last year as a student. He loved both of them dearly, and treasured the summers spent with them travelling or just lazing on a sunny beach in Spain. But he didn't want to stay in England; there was nothing for him there. He had his friends at school; he had a job offer he was interested in, and no fame to live up to.

Albus understood. Sirius wasn't happy, but in the end he said that if Harry was happy there, then he would just give him his blessing, as long as they still could go travelling together.

“There is one thing, though, that you need to do before we go.” Albus said. “There is one man you need to see, he insists that you are old enough now and he doesn't want to owe anything to the Potters any longer.”

And then he explained about the Life Debt Snape had with his father and that as James' son, it was his duty to settle it once and for all, so that the man could carry on with his own life.

“Life debts are serious matters in the Wizarding World, Harry,” Albus said when Harry looked at him, puzzled. “He had hoped you would be in Hogwarts so he could repay it, but sending you to Durmstrang robbed him of that chance.”

“I understand, Albus.” Harry said.

He knew a bit about Snape – nothing good since his source of information was Sirius, and the only thing clear was that he hated the man. “Be careful, don't trust Snivellus,” his godfather had warned him. “He's a Slytherin, so whatever you ask for as repayment, make sure it's clear enough so he won't find a loophole or a twisted way of turning it to his advantage.”

So when Harry went to meet Snape he was expecting to find an ugly, sadistic git, as Sirius always referred to him.

Snape was not handsome, that much was clear, but there was something in him that appealed to Harry on first sight. He thought that it might have been the eyes, so dark and deep he felt he could drown in them. Or the mouth, set in a thin line that didn't make the lips any less lush. But the first thing that got a reaction from Harry, one he wasn't expecting, was the voice.

He got so lost listening to the voice that he couldn't remember what they were talking about. And yes, Snape was sarcastic, but Harry actually found most of the things the man was saying funny.

In the end he drank more than he should, and he listened to that honeyed voice and got hard. He couldn't remember how they ended going back to his room, but it wasn't that bad after all. Not if his memories of what happened were accurate.

He turned and looked at Snape, still asleep in his bed. His face looked less severe in sleep, the lines softer and the mouth curved in a half smile, and Harry felt his cock stirring again. Well, if this was his only chance of sleeping with the man, he was damn sure he was going to take it.

He crawled down the sleeping body, brushing small kisses down the chest and stomach, until he was facing the part he was most interested in. The long cock was also asleep, but Harry knew the remedy for that. He licked the tip gently, feeling it stir a bit, and swirled his tongue around the head. The cock began to show some interest in what was happening, and with a quick glance, Harry checked that Snape was still sleeping.

It felt strange to think of the man by his surname, especially when he was about to take that lush cock in his mouth and he'd had it buried inside him just a few hours before. He kept licking the head until it rose to the occasion, angling slightly away from the body, and then Harry opened his mouth, and took it as deep as he could.

The shout that came from the pillow told him that Snape was now awake.

“What…” the question turned into a moan when Harry started sucking, and he heard a sigh and felt the body underneath him become relaxed. So Harry continued working on Snape's cock, sucking and licking and applying every trick he had read about until the man was moaning and gripping the sheets tightly.

And then he shifted positions, presenting his own hard cock to Snape, before going back to work. Snape took the hint, and soon the only sound inside the room was the sucking of both their mouths and the few strangled groans and moans that escaped them.

As expected, Snape was the first to come, since he was already close when he'd started working on Harry. Harry tried to swallow as the other man had done the night before, but he wasn't used to it and the bitter taste made him cough. Not that it seemed to matter to Snape, who was sucking once more, after an infinitesimal pause and a loud moan. Harry was getting closer and closer.

He came when he felt a finger circling his entrance and pushing just inside, he shouted again and fell limply over Snape's body.

“Go back to sleep, Harry,” Snape told him when he was recovered enough to move, and Harry did just that, snuggling close to Snape and slipping into darkness almost immediately.

When he woke up again he was alone.

He had almost been expecting it, but he felt disappointed nonetheless. He'd had an incredible night, and even knowing that he would not see the man after that, he couldn't help wanting to repeat it.

Getting up, he went to the shower and spent a long time under the spray, grinning stupidly and hoping that he didn't look as well shagged as he felt, or Sirius would have a stroke. They were going to meet at Waterloo at noon, to take the Eurostar and spend the first week of the holidays in Paris, before going to Albus' house in Denia for a fortnight and then back to France to spend the rest of the summer travelling the countryside. That had been Harry's plan for the holidays.

He realized then that he didn't know if they had settled the matter of the Life Debt, since his memories of the previous night's conversations were hazy. Well, if they hadn't, he could always come back to England a couple of days earlier than planned and meet Snape again. He would ask Albus while they were in Denia.

Still grinning, he got his backpack and went to the door. A note beside the key got his attention, and he grabbed it feeling hopeful.

Harry,

I am certain you don't remember, but we were unable to reach an agreement last night about the terms of repayment of the Life Debt. As I would like this matter to be settled as soon as possible, I'm taking up Albus' offer of a short stay in his house in Spain, since I know you will be there.

We will resume our discussion there.

You have a week to convince that mongrel of a godfather of yours to behave properly.

Severus Snape.

P.S. Tell Black that he will be the one sharing the room with Albus, I have plans for the other one.

Feeling his face splitting into a wider grin, Harry folded the note and put it in his pocket.

Maybe last night didn't go exactly according to the plan, but he wasn't going to complain now either.

He had the feeling that it was going to be a perfect summer.