Title: Island Secret

Author: Irana Potter-Snape

Rating: Light R

Pairing: Harry/Snape

Disclaimer: Um, no, I'm not JKR. Feedback: Welcomed and rewarded with chocolate covered slave boys.

Beta: Alara Moonrunner – thanks love.

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

Authors Notes: This story is based on the history of Port Royal, Jamaica during the days when pirates were contracted to the English and called privateers. I had no idea how this would turn out, and it's way lighter on smut than I expected, but I hope you enjoy it just the same. 1,895 words

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~ December 15, 1670 ~

Severus waited until after everyone else had left the docks before heading for his chosen destination. They had just returned to Jamaica after the successful plunder and pillage of Santa Catalina and the stink of smoke still clung to his clothing. No matter, where he was headed he would not only have a bath, but someone to bathe him. Sir Henry Morgan, better known as Morgan the Terrible, King of the Pirates – was well pleased with himself and had decided they would stay in port for a week at the very least.

Severus snorted. Closer to two he thought, particularly given that Morgan had his 'duties' to the island as well as celebrating of his own to do. He had no doubt Morgan would begin with the celebration first. Not that he could or would be blamed… it was the way of the pirate to drown themselves in drink and women after a successful raid. Personally, he preferred men, however, that was a preference that was accepted only as long as it remained unspoken.

He smiled softly as he approached Island Secret, the only whorehouse on the entire island dedicated to men with his particular tastes. He certainly hoped his favorite was free tonight and possibly for the next several days. As he had a pouch full of Spanish coin, he doubted securing the lithe green-eyed beauty would be an issue. Harry was by far his favorite and had made it clear he preferred Severus' company to that of other men. Severus smirked as he considered that in truth – on Morgan's crew at least – there were few enough men who cared for the company of other men. In fact, there were only two – himself and Morgan – and Morgan would hold Harry for Severus' exclusive use only did he but ask it; of that Severus had no doubt.

Severus knocked on the door, the rapping of his knuckles beating a melodic tattoo. A small window in the door slid open and closed moments before the door itself swung open.

"Glad to see you," Brendan – the man who owned the place – said. "He's in the room you like, waiting. We heard Captain Morgan was back in port."

Severus smiled and said, "The weekend," as he handed over the coins needed to make certain they would be undisturbed for the entire weekend save for food.

Brendan smiled. "Yeah, man," he quickly agreed. Captain Morgan had been by to see him before they had left port this last time. Apparently, Morgan valued his surgeon highly, for he bought Severus exclusive rights to the enchanting creature named Harry Potter. An orphan found in the wreckage of a raided English ship and brought back by the Captain himself, Harry had settled nicely into the brothel in the five years he had been there.

As Brendan knew full well, there was more between the dark man with the hawk nose and the slim brunette with the beautiful eyes than sex. Nevertheless, until Harry decided to leave or say something about his feelings for the man in front of him, Brendan would say nothing. He stepped back and allowed Severus inside the building, securing the door behind him and hurrying off to the kitchen to tell his cook that food would be needed for two in a few hours.

Severus made his way up the stairs to the suite he used whenever he came here. He liked the soft greens and silky black that decorated the rooms, the way it made him feel like he was someplace else besides a brothel. He moved through the living room into the bedroom, stripping away his tunic and breeches as he went, knives and gun being tossed into an armchair just as he reached the bedroom door and pushed it open.

Harry looked up through lowered eyelids as Severus stepped into the bedroom door, breath hitching at the very sight of him. There was something about this man, something outside the ordinary pirate mentality, only Harry had yet to name what that special something was. He knew only that soon, very soon, he intended to leave this place – possibly the island – and he wanted Severus by his side.

"I've missed you," he said softly, shifting over on the bed so Severus could climb in.

Severus slid over so his body touched Harry in every place possible once he'd gotten in the bed and leaned forward and kissed him. Something about Harry always felt like coming home, and this time was no different. The soft touch of Harry's lips warmed him, sent pleasure spreading throughout his body before centering in his prick and he moaned into Harry's mouth. "I missed you as well," he said once he broke the kiss.

Harry rolled on top of Severus and kissed him again, tongue teasing the other man's inviting him to play. The kiss was incendiary; Harry's tongue swept into Severus' mouth; greedy, hot, demanding, taking everything he wanted from the other man before giving it back tenfold. It went from demanding to dirty in mere seconds as Harry writhed on top of Severus, rubbing their cocks together as he fisted a hand in Severus' hair and pulled. Pulling away, Harry smiled in satisfaction at the look on Severus' face.

"Do you ever think about not being a pirate anymore?" he asked, curious. If Severus had never considered it, he'd have his work cut out for him. He wanted Severus to go with him when he left, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Severus stilled and it was some time before he answered. "I have considered it, only to discard it. Where would I go? What could I do?" he replied.

"Move off the island," Harry said immediately. "Or claim a piece of it for ourselves if you'd rather not leave," he suggested, although personally he had a bit of a fancy to move to Spain. It was far away from here, and he could start over without having to start on his back. "Think about it?" he asked.

Severus nodded; there was very little he could deny this man. "Later," he promised, as he pulled Harry's face to meet his own. There was nothing else said about leaving the island for the rest of the weekend as Severus kept busy pleasuring his lover.

~ January 18, 1671 ~

Severus fell to the ground in exhaustion. They'd been away from Jamaica since before Christmas and had just captured the city of Panama. The resistance had been great, the forces they had faced were much larger than Captain Morgan's own. He looked around in disgust and decided it was time. He hadn't forgotten the conversation he and Harry had had, nor had he forgotten his promise to think about it.

This last battle was the deciding factor. The violence displayed by Morgan's crew had been beyond anything he had every seen and it was enough to have left an awful taste in his mouth. The booty at well over 100,000 pounds was the largest they'd ever taken, but the cost…

The return trip to Jamaica was spent patching up those who had survived and chosen to return to the island, and if Severus had been in any doubt of his favour with Morgan, that was allayed once they returned and he was given nearly as much as the first mate. He walked away from Morgan after explaining his desire for a quieter life with ten thousand pounds, Morgan having kept forty thousand for himself and granting his first mate fifteen. The rest was distributed equally between the rest of the pirates.

It was with much excitement Severus went to Island Secret after securing his booty. News had spread like wildfire through the island of Morgan's victory and he was not surprised when he was ushered into his favorite rooms to find Harry waiting.

"When did you wish to leave?" he asked immediately.

Green eyes lit with pleasure before Severus found himself with an armful of naked, happy Harry and he laughed.

"As soon as you're prepared to go. Oh Severus, really? You're serious?" Harry pulled back to ask.

"I assure you, I am quite in earnest. I have had enough. We shan't be destitute, Harry. I've saved most of what I've been given and we can begin a new life elsewhere as rich men."

Shyly, Harry smiled. "I've saved all my earnings as well. It's… well, it's not a small sum," he admitted.

Severus frowned. "I don't understand. I thought the majority of your earnings went to the owner."

Harry shook his head. "Morgan made a bargain with Brendan when he brought me here. Only the cost of food was to be taken from my earnings, Morgan paid the rest of my expense himself. A month before your last visit, I was told Morgan had secured me for your pleasure alone and all the coin you've spent here has gone to what I have been saving. It's as much your money as my own," he said softly.

Severus blinked in shock. He knew Morgan favoured Harry as a much beloved son, but this…

Harry watched Severus, hoping he'd get past the shock soon. Morgan had visited Harry often – never for sex, merely to see how he fared – and Harry had admitted long ago the love he felt for the man before him. Morgan had approved, and Harry had no doubt that had played a part in why he no longer saw any save Severus.

His profession was lucrative, particularly with so many men on the island who enjoyed the taste and feel of another man, but were unable to openly admit it. Often they paid as much for secrecy as they paid for the pleasure of the male bodies they enjoyed. He had amassed a sum near half of what this last raid was purported to have made, and he knew full well that did they not wish to work, they wouldn't need to.

Finally, after several minutes of silence, Severus spoke. "Where did you wish to go?"

"Spain," Harry replied promptly, smiling.

"Spain it is," Severus agreed, leaning forward to kiss Harry.

~ March 1672 ~

They had begun planning that very night, lovemaking deferred until the next day, both caught up in plans for their future. It had taken them several months to leave Jamaica, to find property they were both satisfied with and now they owned a small property in the Barbados. They had decided that Spain perhaps was a bit too risky, as primarily Morgan had attacked Spanish vessels, and neither was particularly willing to give up island life entirely. They grew sugar cane and cocoa and were happy with their new life.

Replete from a night of lovemaking and wrapped around each other in bed, both men finally admitted what had been understood but never said.

"I love you, Severus," Harry said softly. "I always have."

Severus kissed Harry gently on his brow and smiled. "I know. I've always known, much as you know I feel the same."

Harry smiled. He did know. Even if Severus never said it, he would know, simply by the things the other man did. He had given up his way of life and adopted a new one, chosen to follow where Harry led and never once complained. Severus was right, Harry knew.

~ Fin ~