Disclaimer: Just borrowing, don't own them. Hopefully nobody who owns these characters will ever read it. I blame Alan Rickman for being so damned sexy.

Unexpected 7, by Seeker. Rated NC17.

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It was seeing him pinch out the candles that gave him the idea.

Harry'd grown up with pain. He understood it, how it could be a weapon or a tool, could break a child or make a man. Knew the ebb and flow of sensation the same way he knew the way his pulse felt in his veins. Understood punishment and reward, and how the first could be the second when meted out by someone who knew what he was doing, to someone who knew what he wanted.

Severus knew what he wanted. What he needed.

Harry loved being the one who gave it to him.

Late one night, after Hogwarts was settled, even the ghosts slumbering in their stone crypts, he watched Severus pinch out the wicks of the candles, one by one, and knew what his man couldn't ask for but needed all the same. Rising from his chair, kicking his shoes off and placing his spell book to one side, he dropped his robes and walked naked across the chilled workroom.

Severus froze, only his eyes moving as he watched Harry cross the room. Steady hands reached out and pulled the buttons free along the front of his robe, dropping them around his ankles, leaving him as bare as Harry. Harry liked him that way. Liked knowing he could stop by and corner Severus any time he wished, push him against a wall or over a bench and fuck him dry, Severus stuffing the sleeve of his robe in his mouth to stifle his cries, Harry doing the same against the back of Severus' neck. It took the edge off, and kept the excitement high.

They both loved the bludgeoning pleasure, the knifing pain, the complete release they found in one another.

Reaching for the last lit candle, Harry held it steady an inch from Severus' chest, until the heat threatened to singe the dark curls on his chest. Then he moved his fingers, tilting the candle just enough to allow a single long drop to slide across the center of Severus' left nipple.

An indrawn hiss of breath and the instant beading of the soft flesh under the wax was all the answer Harry needed. He glanced up, recognizing hunger in Severus' obsidian eyes. He knew it mirrored his own. He nodded toward the bedroom. Severus sighed, anticipation silently expressed. Harry followed him, a step behind, as Severus stepped out of his robes, toed off his shoes and padded barefoot and naked into their bedroom.

He didn't stop at the bed, simply climbed on and spread himself prone, arms reaching above his head, legs spreading wide. A single word, the shimmer of air, and manacles appeared around wrists and ankles, enough chain between them and the bolts in the stone walls to allow Harry to manipulate Severus' body any way he wanted. By now it was routine, comforting and exciting at once.

Harry paused a moment beside the bed to sweep his eyes over his plaything. Pale skin, dark hair, long limbs, fingers and toes clenching and releasing, as were his buttocks, a shiver of muscle under rounded flesh. Setting the candle on the bed stand, Harry climbed over Severus' bound body, dropping kisses and bites as he did, warming the cold flesh for the intensity to come.

Settling between the spread legs, Harry leaned down and licked once, from the balls pushed up at the apex of the tensed thighs along the quivering perineum to the hole already beginning to dilate. He dallied there a long moment, teasing and nipping, flicking his tongue across and digging in then retreating, as Severus began to pant.

A few more words in the humid silence, and a warm pot appeared in Harry's left hand. Leaning down, he placed a loving bite on the underside of Severus' right arse cheek, enough to make him jump, a nip of pain presaging the pleasure to come. "Tighten the chains, my bitch" he said quietly, waiting as Severus instantly obeyed. Then without further teasing, with no warning, Harry spread the soft cheeks and poured out the whole contents of the pot, coating Severus in hot wax the entire length of the crease.

The moaning scream Severus gave as the wax poured over his hole and puddled on his balls was delicious. Harry flicked the pot away and placed his arm across the small of Severus' back, restricting his writhing, concentrating the sensation. The scream died away to a gurgle. Harry reached down past the reddening balls and pulled Severus' half-hard prick back until it lay pointing down. As he watched the wax harden, he played with his favorite toy, pinching and pulling Severus' foreskin until it was rosy red. By the time he finished twisting and jerking it, Severus' prick was fully hard.

Raising his arm, now that Severus had his involuntary movements back under control, Harry leaned down and caught the leaking head in his teeth. Rewarded with another sharp yelp, he chewed lightly, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum and the heat of the glans against his tongue. With a final nibble, he let it drop back onto the bed.

"You'll enjoy this, love," he whispered. Running a nail along the cool hard wax, he scored a line below Severus' balls, separating that wax from the strip now dried along perineum and crease. Then, with perfect timing, he put his knee down on Severus' downbent prick and ripped upward on the hardened wax.

Between losing his breath at the vice holding his prick to the bed and gasping at the pain as all the hair from the back of his balls to the small of his back was torn out along with the wax, Severus was unable to do more than gurgle again. Harry was satisfied anyway, by the way the long body beneath him arched and rippled, the shift of the trapped prick beneath his knee pulsing, and the gaping then clenching arsehole, so rudely defoliated.

Shifting down again, not bothering to lift his knee, knowing that Severus would appreciate the balance of pain and pleasure, Harry thrust two fingers into the clenched hole and stroked firmly across the prostate. Severus bucked again, the slick fluid dribbling down his prick allowing it to escape the hold of Harry's knee. A muffled keen of disappointment from the face buried in the linens made Harry pause in his finger-fucking.

"Poor darling," he chided. "Can't quite contain it, can you?" Removing his fingers, he placed a deep kiss on Severus' hole, tongue sweeping in, enjoying the clean smooth feel of the skin without the usual prickling of fine hair. He continued to fuck Severus with his tongue until the hips beneath his face were humping uncontrollably, and Severus was gasping.

"Please ... Harry ... don't want to come ... yet ... please!" He sounded desperate, and Harry took pity.

Sitting back with one last kiss to the fluttering hole, he commanded, "Turn over. Loosen your ankle chains. Bring your knees up to your shoulders and hold yourself open for me." When Severus had obeyed him, Harry conjured another pot, this one with a thin glass pipette leaning in it. "You don't want to come yet?"

Severus shook his head in a hard negative, sweaty hair flying, strands catching across his lashes and his open lips. Harry smiled sweetly, pushing the hair back until he could see Severus' eyes, burning up into him.

"Then you shan't," he promised. Lowering his hand until it rings Severus' prick, he lifted the head, tiny purple bruises already showing from the earlier teething. Pinched it until the piss slit gaped. Placing the pot of hot wax on the bed stand, he dipped the pipette into the stuff, bringing a glob quickly to poke it directly into the tiny hole.

Severus bellowed, but he didn't move. Didn't struggle, didn't protest. Harry's smile widened. He knew his man. Another glob of hot wax followed, then another and another, until a plug of wax widened and stopped the slit. When it was of a depth and breadth to satisfy Harry, and Severus was shifting uncontrollably, tiny whimpers pushed from behind clenched teeth, Harry laid the pipette aside. Taking up the pot, he bent Severus' prick back down again. This time, instead of biting it, he dipped the whole head into the pot of hot wax.

There was no containing the yelps that brought, as sweat sprung out all over Severus' body, making it shine in the candle light. His muscles twisted and his spine arched, but Harry rode him out, keen eyes noting the way the nipples tightened, the skin drew up in goosebumps, and most tellingly, the prick he coated tried to force itself back upright, hardening faster than the wax now coating the head.

He dipped it a second time, the sensation muted now by the initial coat, dulled to a warm glow rather than a splash of fire. Then a third, each time allowing rivulets to drip down over Severus' shaft and balls, adding an extra kick, as if his prick was the center of a sun, heat radiating out from it. The beeswax looked like lemon frosting on the straining flesh by the time Harry was content that, regardless of how much he might wish it, Severus would not come until Harry allowed it.

Waiting for sanity to seep back into Severus' eyes, Harry softly massaged the thin skin of the perineum below the wax-streaked balls. Pressed right behind them, firmly enough to stimulate without debilitating. Eventually the harsh breaths wracking Severus' chest evened out, and the fingers clenched white-knuckled around the chains relaxed until the bone no longer showed through the skin. Harry leaned up and kissed him, tongue exploring lazily, enjoying the desperation in Severus' return kiss, and the submission underlying it as well.

"Spread out and down, darling," he ordered, and the chains rearranged themselves, ankles drawn back toward the foot of the bed, arms allowed more play. Harry inched back and watched as Severus slowly turned himself back over onto his belly, hissing as his wax-sheathed prick rubbed the sheets.

"Knees," Harry quickly told him, before his hard work could be broken on the cotton. Severus immediately put his arse high in the air, his head now resting on crossed arms, knees as wide-spread as possible in his new position. All Harry could see of his face was the sharp line of chin and proud nose, the red-flushed lips and fall of jet hair covering his eyes.

He reached forward and drew the hair back again, tucking it behind an ear so he could have a clear view of Severus' face. He needed it, not simply to tell him when to push and when to wait, but because it fed his soul to see the ice in those severe features melt before the fire of pleasure to which Harry subjected him.

"More, now," he warned this time, as he conjured a third pot, this one wider and more shallow than the other two. Lifting the heavy weight of Severus' ballsac in his fingers, he placed a nipping kiss on each testicle, rubbing his nose along the veins, knocking off a few stray strands of wax. Severus began to pant again, balls drawing up despite their owner's desire, in anticipation. Harry didn't make him wait.

With a deliberate movement, he plunged the sac into the wax, smiling again at the convulsive movement of Severus' arse and the yowl the initial burn provoked. Up, into the air to cool a bare moment, then back down again, the searing once more muted into a deep warm glow with each additional coat. Five thin layers completely covered the sac when Harry deemed it sufficient.

Throughout, Severus had never lost his erection, and Harry could see the shaft swelling, frustrated at no longer being allowed to leak. He ran a nail along the heavy vein twisting up the front of the shaft, diverting Severus from the heavy wax drying on his sac, pulling another pleasured moan from deep in Severus' chest.

Another conjuration, another pot, this one mentholated jelly, with which Harry coated his own rampant prick. Placing the head against Severus' shiny bare hole, he pushed hard, thrusting in completely on the first push. Severus cursed, his control over his vocabulary finally broken, and Harry sighed happily.

"Language, professor," he teased, ignoring the breathlessness in his own voice to concentrate on the strain in Severus'. "Five points from Slytherin!"

"It'll be a bloody hell of a lot more than that from Gryffindor if you don't shift your arse, you shite!" Severus barked.

Harry couldn't help laughing, even as he conceded Severus' point and began pumping. Still, Severus wasn't in control, couldn't be in control to get what he needed, so Harry made certain that he fucked Severus as slowly as he could without actually staying still. All too soon, Severus was cursing again, nearly sobbing with the need for more movement, more pressure, more Harry.

Gradually, listening to the timbre of Severus' voice and ignoring his words, for the sound spoke more truly than the pleas ever could, Harry sped up his thrusts, harder and deeper as he went. When he was pounding into Severus hard enough to hear the wax on Severus' prick begin to crack, he leaned over the straining back and whispered, "Soon, love."

Reaching down with one hand, he ripped the wax casing Severus' ballsac off, clamping his other hand on the back of Severus' neck to keep him from coming right up off the bed. It was a good thing he did, too, as Severus went mad beneath him, his body arching and convulsing as he came, arse clamping and rippling around Harry's prick. The wax plug and cap over his glans kept the spunk in, but did nothing to stop the convulsions, sending him into a loop of continuous orgasm that nearly destroyed him.

Exactly what he needed.

Precisely what Harry intended.

Giving himself up to the sensation of Severus flying apart beneath and around him, Harry allowed himself to come, fucking hard, holding tightly, pouring himself deeply into Severus, feeling as if he was piercing the wildly-beating heart pounding below his chest. He lay for a moment in exhaustion over Severus' back as Severus continued to buck and writhe, then with a supreme effort, he muttered the words necessary to lengthen the chains. Keeping his softening prick buried in Severus' backside, he rolled them over until he could lean against the pillows, Severus trapped between Harry's legs, leaning against his chest.

Wrapping his arms around Severus' waist to hold him as still as possible, Harry took the base of Severus' red, swollen shaft in one fist and wrapped the other around the hardened wax encasing the end of Severus' prick. Timing it to heighten the effect, he lowered his head and bit the side of Severus' neck hard at the same moment that he tightened his fist, cracking the wax cap, crumbling it away until Severus' flesh leapt free.

It took a good few hard squeezes, each one wringing a scream of ecstasy from Severus, causing his pelvis to arch uncontrollably, before the wax plug in his slit worked free. When it did, Harry tasted blood as Severus jerked under his teeth, and the long-trapped prick pulsed out a geyser of come, spraying wildly over the bed, Harry and Severus' entwined legs, even up onto Severus' chest. Harry continued to squeeze, his free hand roaming, flicking wax off the one nipple, rolling and palming the newly-bare balls, eliciting a cry with each new touch.

Finally, Severus' head lolled back against Harry's shoulder and his body, utterly drained, collapsed back against Harry's hold. Harry petted and soothed him. Severus eventually rolled his head until he could kiss the underside of Harry's jaw, then fell asleep with no further ado. Harry grinned down at his exhausted Severus, loving the complete relaxation throughout the normally tensed frame.

Reaching down, he took the edge of the stained sheet, flicking it expertly to knock the worst of the dried wax off onto the floor, then drawing it up over the both of them. Settling further into the pillows, shifting the deadweight of the sleeping Severus as he did, without a whisper of protest, he nestled down beside Severus and closed his eyes.

Another boundary broken. Another bond formed. By the time they were finished they'd be so close they'd be one person. Harry smiled as he fell into sleep. One person. One heart. One soul.

As it was always meant to be.

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Next time ... the fun starts up again, as Lupin brings Sirius into the folly.