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“You’re my bitch. I own you. And don’t you ever forget that.”
Lucius wiped the blood from his chin and spat at Severus, saliva and spit running down the potion master’s cheek. Severus glared at the blonde and longed to wipe the spittle from his skin but refused to give Lucius the satisfaction. There was also the fact that his hands were still tied to the headboard. Lucius climbed on the bed and straddled Severus, his limp cock swinging between his quill-thin legs. Severus had to consciously refrain from rolling his eyes. Who in Merlin’s Hidden Grave and the Ministry had decided Lucius Malfoy was an Omega? The man was more of a Beta than Sirius Black, good for nothing more than a fuck. That hadn’t kept the man from trying, though. For years. Lucius bent over Severus and held the silver dagger to his cheek.
“I will have you, Severus. I will claim you and prove to the Dark Lord once and for all that I am your mate.”
Sweet chocolate frogs, now the man was claiming to be, not just an Omega, but his mate? As if Lucius Malfoy could handle Severus. The knife pressed into his cheek, and Severus hissed as he felt blood welling on his cheek and sliding down his neck. He felt Lucius getting hard over him, rubbing his swelling cock against Severus’s stomach, pre-come mixing with the leakage from the man’s arse. Fuck. He was a sadist. Why was he not surprised? Lucius slid the knife lightly down Severus’s cheek. Oh, this was not going to end well. He was going to be in so much trouble.
“I’m going to make you bleed, Severus. And then I’m going to shove my arse on your cock and fuck you until your seed fills me. Together we will create a child for the Dark Lord’s army.” A malicious smile spread across Lucius’s face, and Severus felt a spark of fear for the first time that night. He almost, almost, pointed out the many flaws in Lucius’s plan, but kept his mouth shut. Lucius moved the knife to Severus’s chest. “I have waited for years to have you, Severus. And now-“ The blade seemed to twinkle in the dancing light as Lucius raised it over his head.
The door slammed open and Lucius jumped as a dark haired, green eyed man appeared in the doorway, eyes blazing with fury. He took in the scene before him; Severus, naked, tied to the bed, a naked Lucius straddling him, a knife glinting in the firelight.
Lucius growled, “Go away, boy. This doesn’t concern you.”
But of course the “boy” wouldn’t go away, Severus could have told Lucius that. Potter always found himself just where he was least (most) wanted (needed). Green eyes ignored the older Malfoy and focused on Severus.
“Two day. Two. Fucking. Days, Severus. All I had to do was go to London for two days.”
Severus dropped his head back on his pillow and sighed. How had he gotten himself into this mess? Oh, yes. Harry Potter had turned seventeen.
Severus squirmed in his chair and sighed. He glanced over at the calendar and groaned. July 20th. Right on time. His eyes strayed to the front of the room, and the Dark Lord smiled knowingly at him. A shiver of apprehension raced down his spine. The rest of the meeting passed agonizingly slow as Severus fought back the desire to jump on the nearest Beta and fuck him in front of the entire Dark Lord’s entourage. But, seeing as how the nearest Beta was Amycus Carrow, that was not about to happen. Even Severus had his limits. Oh, yes, and the wonderful romantic streak his mother had so lovingly blessed him with. “One day you will find your Omega, Sevvy. He will be yours to love and protect and you will be his mate forever.” Thanks, Mother. He would be thirty-eight on his next birthday and he was still waiting to find that one Omega that sent him into hyper-heat.
His fellow Death Eaters were slowly dismissed until Severus was left with the Dark Lord.
“What newsss of the boy, Ssseverusss?”
“None, I am afraid, My Lord. Albus is very closed-mouthed about his plans to remove the boy once he is of age and the wards have broken.” He eyed the “man” warily. “I have taken the initiative to offer several plans to the headmaster than involve the use of potions. If I can get him to accept even one, I believe I can slip a tracing potion into whichever potion the boy takes.”
The snake nodded thoughtfully then glanced at Severus once more when he shifted in his seat. “Will you claim no one, Severus? I could make a suggestion or two.”
Severus fought to recoil at the look in those red eyes. “Thank you, My Lord. But I prefer to expend my energy on your behalf, not as some Beta’s release.”
A look of satisfaction flitted across the evil face and he nodded. “Very well. You may return to the school.”
Severus returned to the school quickly and made his way to his chambers. The report to Albus would wait. He stripped and stepped into the shower, water sluicing down his body as he stroked his long, thick cock. Too many Beta’s at the Dark Lord’s meetings, and the men had spent so much time together over the years their Cycles had synced. It was near hell to walk into the room in the middle of the month and be engulfed in so much disgusting pheromones. So many submissives wafting their scent towards him, begging, panting to be claimed by the “Aloof Alpha,” as they had dubbed him. As if he would lower himself to take a lover that the Dark Lord had already claimed. Most had given up during the Dark Lord’s first reign, but a few had held on to the hope that Severus would eventually tire of waiting for an Omega and claim the nearest Beta. Lucius Malfoy being at the top of that list. It was pure stubbornness now that kept Severus from claiming just anyone.
Severus dropped to his knees as he felt his loins tighten and squeezed his fist around his cock as the first spurt of come shot from his body. He worked his cock, pulling the seed from its temporary home to splatter over the tub. He immediately began massaging the base of his cock to ease the growing knot as it formed.
“Not today, my little one,” he murmured as the knot finally began to recede. He stood and pulled the shower head from its base to wash away the spent come. “Good bye, my children,” he muttered as the spunk filled water swirled down the drain. He finished washing off the remnants of his meeting and dressed in his standard school robes to meet with Albus.
The blue eyes twinkled up at him as he settled himself in the chair across from the Headmaster, taking a proffered biscuit with no intention of eating it.
“Another mid-month meeting, Severus?” The old wizard clenched his blackened fist and Severus eyed him with concern.
He nodded. “Sometimes, I think he plans them to torment me.”
Albus nodded in agreement. “He wishes you to choose a Beta from his ranks.”
Severus sneered. “They have all spread their legs for him on more than one occasion, Albus. I’ll not be someone’s consolation prize.”
“You do not need to lecture me, dear boy. I understand perfectly. How did the meeting go?”
Severus sighed and relaxed against the chair. “The same as usual. He wishes me to determine when and how you will move the boy. The deadline draws near.”
A guilty flush spread across Albus’s cheeks. “Ah, about that.”
Severus sat up. “What have you done?” Just then pain shot through his arm, and he shot a startled look at Albus. “Albus, what did you do?”
Albus stood, “I’m sorry, Severus. As soon as you were called we acted. Harry was moved tonight. We-“
Severus held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t tell me anymore. I have to go to him.” He rose and ran from Albus’s office and made his way to the edge of the gate to Apparate to the Dark Lord's side.
The second he appeared among the crowd outside Malfoy Manor he marched up the stairs to where the Dark Lord waited. He tossed the biscuit from his hand. “Dammit. That manipulative old bastard.” He dropped to his knees in front of the Dark Lord. “I am sorry, My Lord. Please forgive me. I had no idea he was keeping such a close watch on me. I will make it up to you.”
“To what do you refer, Severusss?” The Dark Lord asked deceptively calm.
“I was in a meeting with him when you summoned me. I assumed you had discovered his machinations. I had just found out myself.”
“What … machinations?” The Dark Lord’s voice was hard now.
Severus looked up into his “master’s” eyes. “He has moved the boy tonight, My Lord. He knew I had been called and took the opportunity to remove the boy from his home and break the wards.”
Severus ducked and spun out of the way as the Dark Lord took his rage out on those around him. Oops. Guess that wasn’t why he was summoned back. He was hit with a crucio, but it was quick and the Dark Lord was calling his name again.
“Return to the school and see what you can learn.”
Severus bowed. “Yes, My Lord.”
Severus was exhausted. He had spent the last month and a half avoiding the Dark Lord and, barring that, evading his questions. And now he had to deal with a bunch of tiny monsters climbing over his living space and asking annoying questions and making a general mess of his life for the next nine months. He stabbed a fork into his beef.
“I do believe the butcher ensured the death of the cow before he shipped it, Severus.”
Severus looked up into Minerva’s twinkling cat-like eyes. There must be something about holding the Headmaster/Headmistress position that caused that eye-twinkling problem. With Albus sick from the curse he’d gotten last summer, Minerva had taken over his duties and named Severus as her Deputy, much to the glee of the Dark Lord. He snarled at her and scanned the Great Hall. The first years looked warily around their new home while the older students sought out friends and caught up from the summer. He looked over his new Slytherins, his eyes catching the young Malfoy’s for a split second, a knowing glint in those familiar gray eyes. Damn. Another Beta wanting to be claimed by him. He had almost forgotten the younger Malfoy had reached his majority over the summer. He deliberately turned away and his eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near the Ravenclaw table. Potter.
Almost as if Severus had spoken aloud, green eyes rose up to meet his. Something flashed in the emerald orbs and Potter ducked his head submissively for a split second before green eyes jerked back up in surprise. Fuck! No. Of fucking course. Why not? Hadn’t he already spent the last six years protecting the boy? Green eyes widened in surprise and Severus felt a hand on his arm. He looked down to see Minerva grasping his arm.
“Severus?”
When had he stood? He looked back at Potter. The boy was still staring at him. He started to shake his head, not wanting to believe it either. Lovegood must have said something to him because he looked at her and the spell was broken. Severus relaxed and sat back down. Fuck. This was not possible. This could not be happening to him.
“Severus?” Minerva’s voice once again broke through his thoughts. He turned to see the concern in her eyes.
“Potter is an Omega.”
Her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. Um. Is this a problem? I mean he’s not the first Omega to pass through the school.”
“Of course it’s a problem, Minerva,” Severus hissed. “He already recognizes me as his dominant.”
“Oh.”
Yes. Oh, indeed.
He did not have seventh year potions until Friday, so he was safe for now. Or so he thought.
Wednesday morning, Severus slowly made his way up the stairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. He passed the other early risers already settled at their tables and eating heartily. He made his way to the head table and had just settled down with a cup of warm tea when he caught a whiff of the most tantalizing and decadent scent. He looked up and locked eyes on the boy making his way to the Gryffindor table with Weasley and Granger. Severus made a low growling noise in his throat and the boy looked up, eyes going wide when he caught his professor’s. This time, Severus was aware when he stood. The boy shook his head and began to back up. Not giving any thought to his actions, Severus stepped from the table and made his way out from behind it. Potter was already disappearing through the door when Severus stepped down from the dais. He quickly made his way out of the Great Hall and followed the trail of pheromones. Potter may have been running, but Severus’s long strides moved him quickly up to the seventh floor. The portrait was swinging closed as Severus stepped into the corridor. Silly boy.
“Professor’s privilege,” he told the portrait as he neared it, and the fat lady swung open with a sigh. He entered the unfamiliar common room and spotted Potter leaning against a table.
“P-Professor,” a third year stuttered out and Potter looked up, eyes wide in horror.
“You can’t be in here.”
“I can be where I damn well want to be, Potter. Would you like to have this-“
But he didn’t get the question out because Potter had raced off up the dormitory stairs. Severus followed him until he reached Potter’s dorm room. He opened the door and stepped in. “You can’t hide from me, Potter. I can smell you.”
The boy crinkled his nose in disgust as he stood beside his bed. “I’m not in heat, Professor. You shouldn’t be able to smell me.”
“And you would be right, Potter. If you hadn’t felt the need for a wank this morning.” Severus watched the boys face flush and he felt his cock stir. Shite! Not now. “Couldn’t help enjoying the warm shower, Potter?”
Potter’s mouth opened and closed like a drowning fish. “I don’t want you,” he finally said defiantly.
Severus crossed the room and stopped in front of his student. “And you think I chose you?” Potter’s eyes darted around, as if searching for a way out. “Do you have any idea what will happen to us if the Dark Lord finds out you have chosen me?” Severus hissed, inches from Potter's face.
“I didn’t choose you,” Potter demanded, stomping his foot, and damn, if Severus didn’t find it adorable.
Severus raised a hand and brushed Potter’s hair back. “Ah, but you did.”
Potter's breath stuttered as he shook his head and tried to pull away. He bumped into the bed and fell back, grabbing onto Severus’s robe for support but ended up pulling the potions master down on top of him instead. Potter gasped as Severus landed on top of him. Severus inhaled the scent of his morning pleasure session and thought of the other boys Potter shared a room with. All of age. He growled. “You turned seventeen in July, did you not, Potter?” The boy nodded. “Who eased your ache last month?”
“Wha- what?” The boy looked bemusedly up at him.
“Who. Eased. Your. Ache. Last month? Who’s cock filled your weeping arse?”
Potter shook his head, black hair flying. “No. No one. I-“ His blush spread across his face. “I- myself,” he finally admitted breathlessly.
He turned his head away from Severus as the blush deepened. Severus relaxed a fraction. “Next time you feel the need to…explore yourself come see me. I have a Pheromones Diminisher so I do not have to smell you. We cannot afford to let anyone figure out you are my Omega.”
Potter turned startled eyes on him. “Yours?” His voice soft with wonder.
“Stop,” Severus warned the boy.
Potter bit his bottom lip. “I can’t.” He squirmed under Severus and his breath quickened. “You are so close,” he lifted his head and inhaled Severus’s scent.
“When is your Cycle?”
Potter inhaled again. “I don’t know. I haven’t evened out yet.” His tongue reached out to taste Severus’s exposed skin. “Will you take me now, Alpha?”
Severus shuddered. “And if you get pregnant?”
Potter’s hands slid up Severus’s chest. “I won’t tell who the father is. Omega prerogative. I do not have to name my Mate.”
No, he didn’t. In fact, he could have as many Betas as he wanted. Suddenly Severus wasn’t so sure he wanted an Omega as beautiful as Potter. “I won’t share, Potter. You will have no Betas. Alpha prerogative.”
Potter smiled up at him. “That’s not a thing, Severus. But I agree. You and only you. Claim me.”
Severus growled and lifted himself off Potter. "No."
"What?" The boy jerked up, green eyes wide with surprise, and it took every ounce of strength for Severus to pull away.
"I told you, we can't afford to let the Dark Lord know about us." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial he had placed there that morning. "Take that. I will have more delivered later today. You will take one every day of your Cycle and any other time you feel the need to touch yourself. It is only a Diminisher but if you leave your rooms smelling like that again I will pour an Inhibitor down your throat and you will not Cycle for an entire month, which I hear can be quite painful." He was pleased to see a look of apprehension flash across Potter's face. He crossed the room and paused at the door. "Potter." Green eyes rose to meet his. "Make no mistake, I am your Alpha and I will eventually claim you. Until then you will have no Betas. I do not share."
"And you, Professor? Will you take a Beta while I wait meekly for you to decide it is safe?"
Severus snorted. "You do not do meek, Potter. And I have resisted so far. A few more months won't kill me." He stormed from the room, leaving Potter quivering with need and went to take a cold shower before his first class.
"There's nothing for it, Severus. You'll have to bond with him."
Severus gaped at the Headmistress as she sat stoically behind her desk, her face giving nothing away. "Of course," he said airily. "Murderer, traitor, spy. We'll just add defiler of innocents to my ever-growing list of crimes, shall we?"
Minerva did not find this amusing, if her icy glare was any indication. "He is seventeen, Severus. An adult. No one will label you a pedophile"
Severus shook his head. "We can't. If the Dark Lord-"
Her eyes narrowed into green slits. "Forget Voldemort for a moment, Severus. Look at him." She indicated the dark haired boy beside him. Severus turned his head slightly, already knowing what he would see. Dull green eyes, ringed with dark circles, black hair messier than usual from the constant nervous tugging, pale hands shaking as they gripped the arm of the chair. It was worse when they were this close, Potter's knees bouncing as he tried to hold himself together. "Look at yourself," she continued. He didn't need to. He knew what the last few months had done to him. His own sleepless nights and loss of appetite. The Diminisher had only worked so much. He had grossly under-estimated the hyper-heat being near his Omega would produce. Potter's Cycle had finally evened out, and Severus had taken to skipping meals around the tenth of each month. So thankful the boy didn't even bother to show up to class during that week he hadn't even taken any points from Gryffindor. The Alpha in him recognized Potter's Cycle and desperately filled his cock with his seed during that time so that, even were he to spend all day in the shower, he would never ease the ache. He sighed in resignation. She must have sensed his capitulation and pounced. "We can have a Private Bonding. It only requires two witnesses and the Ministry need not be notified."
Potter spoke for the first time since they had been summoned to the Headmistress's office. "Why can't we just-" He made a movement with his hand, "Why the need for a bond? Dean and Seamus aren't bonded, I don't think."
Minerva got a look of utter distaste on her face. "I run a decent school, Mister Potter. No professor under my watch will cavort with a student unless there is a bond in place."
"They are Betas, Potter," Severus added on a sigh. "I doubt they will mate for life or might even choose to introduce a third party to their relationship."
"A third…?" A look of intense curiosity spread across Potter's face and Severus grabbed his arm.
"I warned you, Potter."
Potter looked down to where Severus clutched his arm then back up to glare at Severus. "Either remove your hand from my person, or I will not be held responsible when I throw you to the ground and-"
"Potter, that is enough," Minerva exclaimed.
Severus pulled his hand back. “You are not a very good submissive.”
Potter laughed. “You thought just because I became an Omega on my seventeenth birthday I would suddenly change who I am? I’m still the person that insisted there was no need to call me sir.”
Severus eyed him up and down. “I suppose you are.”
“I won’t apologize. I am who I am. You accepted me.”
Severus huffed. “Did I have a choice?”
Potter turned his face away, “You know you did. Just as I did. I needn’t tell you how it works."
Severus saw the vulnerability in the boy’s posture. “Yes, I realize I chose you just as much as you chose me, Potter. Something inside us must have known.” He closed his eyes on a sigh. "Your next Cycle is in two weeks," Potter turned startled eyes on him. "Just because I have not claimed you, does not mean I don't keep an eye on you." He turned back to Minerva, "We should have the ceremony before then. In the mean time, Potter," Severus closed his eyes, hating the words that were about to leave his mouth. "you will need to go see Madame Pomfrey about a contraceptive potion."
"Con- I thought the whole point of mating was to GET pregnant?"
Severus turned flashing eyes on the boy. "I will not have you getting pregnant while there is a madman trying to kill you. This," he waved his hand between them, "is a temporary fix to get us through your Cycles."
A flash of impish mischief flared in green eyes. "Yes. This," Potter waved his hand between them, "is purely for my benefit. It does nothing for you, does it, Professor? It will not ease your suffering at all? Your desire to throw me down and press your body into mine. To-"
"Potter." Both men turned to see a flushed Minerva. "You should be warned, it does not do to tease your Alpha in such a way."
Potter snorted. "As if he doesn't tease me every second of every day." Severus growled low in his throat and shifted in his seat. Potter gasped softly. "Do NOT do that."
Severus winced as that too-familiar scent filled his nostrils. "Control yourself, Potter."
"I can't," he spat out. "Not when you are over their growling like a feral dog."
"I can see the sooner we have this bonding the better," Minerva sighed. "Potter, I suggest you leave and make your way quickly to your dorm. I think you have pushed Professor Snape far enough tonight."
Potter nodded and jumped from the chair to hurry from the room. Severus relaxed as his scent faded. "What about after the bond, Minerva? He can't live in my quarters, one of the Slytherins is bound to figure it out."
She shook her head. "No. He will remain in his dorm. He has his cloak if he needs to visit you." She studied him for several minutes before she spoke again. "Severus, it might be wise to use this time to get to know the boy. You will be spending the rest of your life with him and he will bear your children. You might try to get along with him."
"He is impertinent, arrogant, and not a bit submissive."
Minerva actually snorted. "If you had wanted submissive, Severus, you would have taken Lucius Malfoy years ago. Harry will keep you on your toes. I think he is just what you need."
"And I think you have been sitting in Albus's chair too long." He rose and left her chuckling behind him.
He was not surprised to see Granger standing next to Potter almost two weeks later as he entered Minerva's office. He felt inexplicably nervous as he pushed the door opened and stepped into the once-large office that now seemed crowded with the three people waiting for him. He could smell the scent of Potter's anticipation tinged with nervousness as well. Minerva smiled up at him.
"Ah, Severus. I've just been explaining the nature of the bond to Potter and Granger. It is, as we discussed, a simple Unity Bond. The nature of it will prevent any outside relationships, of course," Severus growled and Potter shot him a look. He cut the growl off as the intensity of Potter's desire grew. The boy really couldn't help his reaction to Severus's possessiveness. This somehow brought a sense of peace to his frayed nerves. "As well as the ability to grow and change with your relationship. It should not interfere with your magic as it is not a Sharing Bond," She eyed the student in front of her and looked over at Severus, "But I make no promises, Severus. This is Potter you are bonding with. Anything is possible."
And didn't he know that well enough? Oh, how you have disrupted my life, let me count the ways. Severus sighed internally. "Shall we proceed then? If Granger is finished asking her questions."
He was pleased to note the slight flush of the girl's cheeks. The ceremony was short and simple, promises to protect and respect and the exchange of rings Severus had procured the previous week and it was done. Minerva stepped back as they slid the rings on and clasped hands, palm to palm. As soon as the two rings touched, a bright light burst around their joined hands and seemed to absorb into their skin. Severus found it hard to release his Omega's hand but managed to pull back.
"That's it?"
Severus huffed and Minerva smiled gently, "That's it, Harry."
"So, we're married now?"
Severus sighed in frustration. "No, Potter. We are not married. We are bonded." Severus turned to Granger. "Did you not explain the difference to him?"
Her eyes narrowed at him. "We are muggle raised, Professor. A joining of two souls is a marriage. There is no difference to muggles."
He turned back to Potter. "It is not a marriage until we register with the Ministry. You may be bonded without being married, which we are. It was the safest option for us. No one but the people in this room will know of the nature of our relationship until we deem otherwise. Now, say goodbye to your little friend. You won't be seeing her again until Monday morning." He grabbed Potter's arm and pulled him across the room.
A looked of horror crossed Granger's face. "You can't hurt him, Professor."
Severus rolled his eyes. "What do you think I am going to do to my Omega, Miss Granger? Offer him up to the Dark Lord as a sacrifice?" She blushed. "I promise I will do no more to him than he has been begging for, for the last three months. Say goodbye, Potter."
Potter flashed a mischievous grin at his friend. "Bye, 'Mione. Save me a place at breakfast Monday. I imagine I'll be ravenous."
Severus scoffed and pulled Potter through the doorway as Granger spluttered in embarrassed indignation and Minerva chuckled.
"You brought your cloak?" Potter pulled a vaguely familiar ball of fabric from his pocket and slipped it on, disappearing from view. "Do try to keep up, Potter. I've no wish to have to backtrack because you got distracted."
"Do try not to stride through the halls like the hounds of hell are on your heels, Professor. I've no wish to be breathless from running after you," Potter's disembodied voice said from beside him.
Severus bit back a retort as they'd entered the corridor and a small group of students were gathered a few feet away. They walked in silence as they made their way down to the dungeons and Severus's quarters.
"You know, Professor McGonagall and Hermione have a bet going on how long it takes us to kill each other," Potter said quietly beside him.
He jerked at the soft lilt of his Omega's voice. "Do they?"
"Mmm," he imagined Potter nodding his head beneath the cloak. "Hermione has no faith in me. She gives it a month, since we don't have to live together."
Severus kept his eye out for sneaking Slytherins as they neared the corridor leading to his quarters. "And what makes you think it is you she has no faith in? Perhaps I might snap first and kill you in my sleep."
The soft chuckle sent a bolt of lust to his groin. "No, she says you are much too stoic. I'm the one with the awful temper, remember?"
"I do seem to recall several detentions resulting from said temper. Hush." He saw the pale figure leaning against the wall before Potter did. "Draco, why are you loitering outside my quarters?"
He pushed away from the wall and waited for Severus to approach. "I wished a private word with you, Professor. I tried your office, but Professor Sinistra was there and said you had been called to the Headmistress's office. She also said she was taking over as head of house for the weekend. Is everything okay, sir?"
Severus bit his tongue at the false concern. "Quite. I simply have some personal matters to attend to."
A slow smile crept across the angular face. "If it's personal matters, Professor, I would be more than happy to help you-" his eyes roamed over Severus, "tend to them."
"I do not think so, Draco. I told you before, I do not enter into relationships with Betas who are my students."
Draco leaned a shoulder against the wall. "Father's offer still stands. You are more than welcome to come to the Manor for the holidays. We would love to have you for Christmas."
Severus eyed the blonde, "Tell me, Draco," grey eyes shot up to meet his as Severus placed his hand on his door and it swung open, "Have you spread your legs for the Dark Lord?" The blonde's cheeks turned a soft pink and Severus nodded. "I thought as much. Good day, Draco." He stared at the boy until he turned and walked off. "Get in," he hissed, not knowing if Potter was still in the hall or not but assuming he was. His assumption was justified as he felt a swish of air blow past him. He stepped inside as Potter was pulling the cloak off and closed his door.
Potter nodded his head towards the door. "That's locked? No one can get in?"
"No one except the Headmistress," he confirmed.
"Good." And Severus was slammed against the door. Severus looked up in surprise to see furious green eyes blazing. "Now, let me get one thing straight, Alpha. I do not share, either. You will not attend the Malfoys at their little Christmas feast, which I have no doubt you are the main course. This," the hand not pinning Severus to the door reached down and cupped his hardening cock, "belongs to me."
Severus swallowed around his dry tongue as the pheromones poured from his Omega. He grabbed the man and spun them so the younger was pressed against the door. "Do you think you can handle it, Omega?"
"I was made for you, Alpha. Will you claim me now?" Hot breath whispered against his skin.
"Yes." Severus pressed his body to his Omega's and covered the plump lips with his own. They opened for him and his tongue assaulted the mouth beneath him. He tore at the clothes that separated them and ran slender fingers over hot skin. He felt thick legs wrap around his waist and Severus pulled him closer and made his way to the bedroom. Fingers dug into his scalp as he dropped them to the bed. His Omega pressed up against his aching cock with a gasp and Severus kissed his way down the stubbled jawline. He opened his mouth against the skin beneath him, and sucked on the slender neck. Soft keening noises filled his ears.
"Alpha. Alpha, growl for me. Growl for your Omega and let me show you how much I adore it."
Severus pressed his mouth to the pointed collarbone and growled deep in his throat, letting the sound vibrate against his Omega's chest. The man arched beneath him, and Severus was overwhelmed with his Omega's scent.
“Turn over.” He demanded. He rose to his knees and pulled his robes off, pushing his pants off to free his aching cock. The sight of his Omega pushing himself to his hands and knees nearly undid Severus. He reached for the wet shorts and pulled them down to reveal the leaking, throbbing hole. He slid two fingers inside and was gifted with a soft whimper.
“Please.”
Severus pulled his fingers out and wiped the juices on his cock before pressing into his Omega. The man gasped. “Oh, you are so big, Alpha.”
“Can you take it all, Omega?” He asked cautiously as he pushed into the warm wetness.
The man nodded. “Yes, Please.”
Severus pressed gently into the man, careful to notice any discomfort. He was wet with need and easily stretched to accommodate Severus's unusual girth. Severus noticed his Omega's arms shaking as he held himself up and ran a hand down one arm. “You cannot control your desires yet. You are still young.”
“I will learn, for you,” the man panted.
Severus pressed a kiss to the slender neck. “No. I like to know you want me. I want to pleasure you, my Omega.”
The man gasped and arched back until he was completely embedded on Severus’s large cock. “I want your seed inside me. I want to carry your children. I want-“
At these words, Severus pressed forward roughly and the man collapsed onto the bed. Severus suckled on his Omega’s neck as he pounded into him, reveling at the sensation of being inside the man. He had always been careful to ease his desires with witches, knowing his seed would not take. Being in a man was a new experience and Severus gasped at how tight his Omega was. He gripped the small hip beneath him and grunted with each thrust. Fingers clutched at the bed sheet and soft, sweet moans issued from his Omega. The man writhed beneath him as he rutted against the bed. A muffled keening was Severus’s only warning that his Omega had reached completion, and Severus thrust into the gushing warmth as he spilled his seed inside his Omega for the first time. He immediately knotted and it was the first time he hadn’t had to ease the painful bulge. He continued to thrust, emptying himself into the man below him, stars and fireworks filling his vision.
Severus put his weight on his elbows as they waited for him to retract and he pressed a soft kiss to his Omega's neck. "You are well, Omega? I did not hurt you?" The man shook his head and Severus relaxed and pressed a kiss to the tanned shoulder. "You are very responsive."
Green eyes turned to stare warily at him. "Is that- acceptable?"
Severus nodded. "Yes, I- it is reassuring."
The man nodded. "I do wish to please you, Alpha, though I will never be completely submissive. I know I am not a typical Omega-"
"There has never been anything typical about you, Potter," Severus said as he rolled off the boy.
The dark head nodded in agreement. "I didn't expect to be an Omega, you know. I thought it too unlikely. Hermione said that should have been my first clue that I would be."
Severus snorted. "Sometimes, Miss Granger has the right of it. But, if you ever tell her I said that I will take a thousand points from Gryffindor."
Potter chuckled. "You are different."
Severus turned his head to see Potter studying him. He raised an eyebrow. "You are my Omega, Potter. Of course I would not treat you like a student."
He furrowed his brow. "Except outside these rooms. Things can't change outside these rooms can they?" Potter said carefully.
Severus turned onto his side and brushed his fingers along Potter's shoulder. "No, they can't. But I want you to know, I don't meant half of what I say." Severus nearly balked at the admission, but he needed to be honest with his Omega. He could not risk loosing the man, now that he had found him.
Potter smirked at him. "Only half, Professor?"
"You are still an impertinent brat, with more arrogance than brains, Potter. And the world does not revolve around your Quidditch skills."
"Aww, such sweet pillow talk you have, Professor."
Severus huffed and rolled back onto his back wondering at the life choices he had made that led him to such an insufferable mate. Vaguely he wondered how long Minerva had given them and who she expected to crack first. He'd like to place his own bet for a week's time before they found Potter's mangled corpse in his bed.
"Professor?"
"Yes, Potter?"
"Before. When I Cycled, how often did it affect you? I mean, how many times a day did you have to, erm… you know."
Severus sighed and rolled his eyes. "Too often."
"Do you think it will change when we, um-"
"Mate, Potter. Mate, copulate, fuck, have sex. Choose a euphemism, it's all the same." He sighed up towards his canopy. Teenagers.
"Right. Do you think it'll be different when we have sex on a regular basis?"
Severus turned furrowed brows on Potter. "You want to do this on a regular basis?"
An odd light flashed in Potter's eyes. "Oh. We don't have to. I just thought. I mean. It's only to ease my Cycle, so that's fine." He took a harsh breath and exhaled slowly. "It's been a long day. I think I'll take a nap." He turned his head away, and Severus saw the deep, ragged breath shake his back.
He rolled over and pushed himself up to lean his torso over Potter's. He pressed a soft kiss to the cool neck and felt the shiver race through the small frame. His breath wafted across dark hair when he spoke. "I wasn't sure if you would want your nasty potion's professor any other time." He slid his hand down the lean torso and pressed his hardening cock against the muscled thigh. "I will take you anytime you wish, my Omega. Within reason," he added quickly, remembering he was talking to a seventeen year old man.
The soft chuckle washed over him. "And I will let you take me, Alpha. Within or without reason." Severus rolled his eyes but pressed his mouth against the cool skin. His Omega squirmed beneath him. "Is now within reason, Alpha?"
Severus slid his leg over the body beside his and rested his growing cock against the leaking hole. "It is very much within reason, my Omega." He moved his hips, the moisture from his Omega coating his member as he rocked back and forth. His tongue slid along the dip between shoulder blades and up the man's neck to suckle at the nape. His hands cupped taught orbs as they separated the man's arse cheeks. His Omega pushed back and Severus allowed himself to slide into the tight cavern. He gripped the slender hips and rocked into him.
"More," the man begged as Severus thrust harder. "Yes. Make me yours, Alpha. Take me."
A thrill shot through Severus as he thrust fast and hard, his Omega's juices dripping down his legs, their bodies making obscene sounds as Severus pumped into him. The man thrust back against Severus, desperate for his release, his ragged breathing echoing around them.
"Mine," Severus growled and bit into the soft muscles where his neck met his shoulder.
The man keened loudly, and Severus felt his Omega shudder with release as he thrust in deep, the quickly forming knot preventing him from pulling out again. The man continued to shudder with aftershocks for several seconds as Severus filled him. He pressed a soft kiss to the quickly forming bruise.
"I've hurt you, My Omega. Let me heal you."
The man shook his head. "No." He reached a hand up to cover the mark. "I want to know it's there. I need the reminder. Since I can't carry your babies, let me carry your mark," Severus heard the desperate plea in the man's voice.
Severus's heart swelled with protective pride. Perhaps he hadn't made a mistake in choosing his Omega after all.