Second Place - Romance

Harry watched quietly from the doorway of Severus' potions lab as his husband worked over several cauldrons at once. Knowing from painful experience how difficult getting just one potion to turn out right was, Harry was amazed at the sheer ability of the potions master. Utter concentration was evident in the older man's continence as he chopped and added ingredients. Stirring for the proscribed number of times and in the correct direction, Severus was able to bring yet another potion to a successful conclusion. Nodding to himself, he waved out the flame from underneath the cauldron to allow it to cool before bottling. Moving onto the next cauldron, the potions master proceeded to finish it in due course and so forth.

Finally finished with the afternoon's brewing, Severus looked up to see a bemused expression on his young husband's face. Noticing that he was being watched in return, Harry smiled at his mate and pushed up off the doorframe. Walking over to his husband, Harry gave the tall man a quick kiss on the cheek and asked if he could help.

"You, Harry?" A smirk accompanied the question. "I would rather think that Mr. Longbottom might almost be more competent at potion making than you."

"Git," Harry laughed. He knew enough about his husband by now to know that Sev had a rather wicked sense of humor. Harry thought it was too bad that it had taken him so long to figure that out. Although he understood that Severus had been forced to act like he had in order to keep everyone in the dark about his true allegiances, Harry still couldn't help but feel that they had lost precious time.

"All right, I do believe that I could possibly trust you to help me bottle the finished potions?" Severus finally relented.

A broad smile answered the remark and Harry gathered the necessary vials and the special ladles and brought them over to the table. Silently, the young man bottled the potions and having correctly identified the contents of each cauldron, began to label the potions vials. As he worked next to his husband, Harry smiled as he contemplated the real reason he had offered his help. In thinking about Sev's apparent fixation on walls and sex, Harry had decided to up the ante and to seduce his husband in his private potions lab. And while it wouldn't be a wall this time, it would be an equally hard surface.

As Severus cleaned up and cleared off the tables, Harry carefully finished his job. Placing the last vial in its proper place, Harry turned and quietly whispered strong locking and silencing spells. Wiping his hands on his robes, he moved over to hug his husband. A quizzical look greeted his advance until Harry deepened the kiss and the older man moaned. Severus quickly got the idea and pulled his mate to him even as he carded a hand through the wild locks of hair. Harry groaned and gently maneuvered his husband back against the now clean table.

Fingers scrambled at fasteners and buttons and robes and shirts were hastily discarded while the pair managed to never break the kiss. Coming up finally for air, Harry went to work on his mate's trousers. Long fingers brushed his aside as Severus took over the task. Soon the trousers and pants had met the same fate as the other clothing and Harry luxuriated in the feel of skin on skin as he rubbed against his husband.

"Sev, I want you now. Take me right here," Harry breathed against his mate's mouth.

With a growl, Severus hastened to comply and he turned them until Harry was pressed against the table. Kissing the younger man ferociously, he lifted Harry up until he was sitting on the edge of the sturdy table. Severus bent down and licked and sucked at a tender nipple, drawing a moan from his husband.

"Yessss," Harry moaned and grabbed hold of the strong shoulders. Coming out of his passion-induced fog, Harry reached out a hand and murmured, "Accio lube." He was rewarded when the small vial of lubricant he had brought with him flew into his hand. Holding out the precious liquid, Harry offered it to his mate.

Severus looked up only briefly when his lover summoned the lube. Taking the vial, he uncapped it and pouring a generous amount on his hand he began preparing his husband for their joining. Harry leaned back on the table as the first finger gently entered him. Before long he was moaning and squirming back on the finger, hissing and begging for more. Severus obliged by adding a second and then a third finger, making sure to hit the prostate as he stretched his husband.

Deciding that Harry was sufficiently prepared for him, Severus pulled his fingers out to the disappointment of his mate. Pouring more of the oily potion on his hand, Severus coated his cock, taking care to not over stimulate himself. It would not do to come too early, he thought determinedly. Carefully he positioned himself at the now ready orifice and gently and slowly pushed in. Watching Harry's face for any sign of discomfort, Severus continued the slow insertion. After a moment, Harry decided that enough was enough and pushed back on his mate, fully impaling himself. Gasping, Severus stilled a moment to gather his composure.

Harry smiled up at his husband and gave a not-so-subtle hint that he was ready for more. Severus smirked and gave the young man what he wanted. Pulling out until only the head was still ensconced, Severus then slammed back into the willing body. The force was enough to push Harry up on the table and he gave a small �eep' of surprise. Deciding he liked what his husband was doing, Harry held onto the table and pushed back against the potions master. The two quickly set up a rhythm and for a while only the sounds of their coupling combined with grunts and groans of pleasure sounded in the room.

Harry felt his orgasm approaching even as Severus growled at him, "Touch yourself, Harry, come for me." The young man needed no further encouragement and with only a couple of strokes, he erupted over his hand and all over his chest and abdomen, loudly hissing his rapture in Parseltongue.

Harry's body responded by pulsing around the thick cock buried deep within him. With a shout of �Harry,' Severus followed his lover into orgasmic bliss. Harry felt the hot liquid surging in his channel. Panting, both spent several minutes trying to regain their breath. Finally gathering himself, Severus tenderly pulled out of the tight canal. Severus leaned down and kissed his mate and waited for Harry to wandlessly wave away the remaining mess. With a smile, Harry did just that and he leaned up to kiss his husband's nose.

Severus straightened up and held out a hand to his husband. Harry took the proffered hand and allowed Severus to pull him back off the table. The two then gathered their clothing and redressed.

"I believe that you had said something earlier about never being able to look at potions in the same manner again, Harry?" Severus purred against his ear as he came up behind Harry.

"Mmm, yeah, Sev. Just think of this as payback," Harry smirked.

"Love you, Harry," was murmured against a temple.

"Love you, too, Sev," came the soft reply.

Malus Bestian apparated outside the Burrow exactly on time to meet his new victims. He smiled when he saw Charlie come out to greet him. The two were just entering the house when the sound of an additional apparition sounded behind them. Turning, the pair was startled to see a young man from the Ministry.

"Hullo," the newcomer called out. "I do hope that I am not interrupting anything," he continued innocently.

"Uh, no," Charlie answered. "Are you here to see my father?"

"Um, well, yes and no," the Auror admitted. "Oh, dear, where are my manners? My name is Andrew Clive-Parker. I was there the other day with your family at the Ministry. I actually came by to see how you and your family were faring. I understand that this is a very difficult and trying time for you and I was rather concerned. If this is a bad time I could come by another time," Andrew added.

Charlie recovered his composure by this time and graciously invited the unexpected visitor in. "Mum will be more than happy to have another guest for dinner. Why don't you join us?"

Andrew smiled. "Thank you, I would be delighted."

All this time Malus had been frowning at this new development. This did not play into his plans, not at all.

The Flipside of Sanity - Chapter 35

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