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FIC: Snarry ficlets for treewishes and accioslash
So, voilà the next two ficlets I owe to folks who wagered a guess on which merry_smutmas fic was mine. (It was Occam's Razor.) Thanks to jadzialove for the read-throughs. These are both Snarrys, but please, heed the warnings!

For treewishes, who requested 'naughty' Snarry:



Harry/Severus.
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM

Harry's skin was hot and flushed and sweaty; he sighed in appreciation as Snape's cool fingers slid beneath the tight hemp binding him. Methodically, the man checked his work: smoothing, straightening, tightening the lengths of cord even tighter.

The crisscrossing of rope bound Harry's arms behind him, spread his knees wide, fixed his ankles to the base of his thighs. His engorged cock was laced tightly and pointing upward, secured by ties on each side, stretched tautly to the rope at his waist.

He was trussed like a pig on a spit, unable to move; even breathing was made difficult by the ball gag fastened at the back of his neck, so that he couldn't even move his head.

Snape levitated him then, so that Harry lay on the rug in front of the hearth. Harry groaned: he was already uncomfortably warm from the web of hemp that encased him, but now, just a foot from the blazing fire….

He heard Snape chuckle as a pair of black eyes came into view, causing Harry to blink the sweat from his own. Snape smiled wickedly as he scraped a fingernail along Harry's cheek, before sliding the same finger into his mouth to suck at the salty fluid.

"Staff meeting for an hour or so, you recall?" When Harry's eyes went wide, Snape laughed softly, not an encouraging sound. "You'll be fine. We'll continue…where we left off when I return. Don't go anywhere."

The face disappeared from view as Snape stood, but Harry heard the mockery in his voice as he said, "Now that I've disabused you of the notion that shibari is Japanese take-away, I do believe that it's best…if left to stew in your juices a while."

The footsteps receded, the door clicked shut, just after Harry heard the murmured, "Nox." He closed his eyes and moaned against the gag, a low plaintive gurgle deep in his throat.


For accioslash, who requested 'Harry/Bat':



Harry/Bat, Harry/ Severus
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bestiality

Harry knew it shouldn't feel so good. In fact, he knew it bordered on the seriously aberrational, but he couldn't help himself. He lay back against the pillows, and let his legs fall open, then pursed his lips and whistled, a high-pitched shrill sound.

He closed his eyes and waited, just the thought of what he was about to do making him hard and ready. At the sound of the creature's wings clearing the window, Harry's eyes flew open. He smiled in invitation.

"Hey, Bat," he crooned as he gave it a small wave of welcome. The animal swooped in a circuit around the high-vaulted ceiling, then spiraled down to land on the end of the bed.

Chin on his chest, Harry looked down the length of his body. "So, I thought maybe," Harry began nervously, tripping over his words in his eagerness, "we could do what…we did last time. Er, what you did last time. That is if…" he stuttered, then mumbled to himself, "Bloody hell, it's a bat, for crying out loud."

He curled his toes toward the creature. "Come on, then," he said, in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.

Bat tilted its head to the side and hesitated for a moment, its beady, bright eyes seeming to consider. Then in three short hops, it moved to perch in between Harry's thighs, snug against his balls.

Harry startled and almost instinctively reached for the bat, then stopped himself at the last moment. Instead, he caught his cock in his hand and pushed it downward.

"Go on," he croaked hoarsely.

Bat struck suddenly, in a flurry of wings covering Harry's cock in hand. Harry let out a sharp bark of a cry as he felt the bat's fangs sink deep into the flesh of his glans. There was a streak of pain, then a pulse of exquisite sensation as the creature began to suck. Harry struggled to stay still, to not thrust upward. He moaned as he rolled his head from side-to-side, his hand still holding his cock in place for his vampiric partner.

"Harry," he heard Bat say, at the same time as it released him.

Stunned, Harry craned his head forward to look at his crotch. Bat leered at him, a trail of bloody spittle decorating its knobby chin, and Harry could've sworn the creature winked at him.

"Oh. My. God. Your mouth…you can talk?"

Bat grinned even wider. "Are you addled? Of course I can talk."

Harry frowned. "You never have before."

Bat gave Harry a knowing look, as the small tongue flicked out to draw in a drop of blood, then it…sighed as it looked at him almost sadly. "Wake up, Harry."

***

Harry lay in the circle of Snape's arms, his face pressed against the man's chest.

"It seems so real. And so…wrong."

Snape snorted. "Not wrong. You can't control what you dream."

Harry drew back to look at him. "What do you think it means?"

Snape shrugged noncommittally. "I suppose there could be several explanations. One, that you have an endless appetite for sex; two, that you still feel guilty for having killed it; or three, you have a deep-seated and perverted desire to have your cock sucked by a bat."

Harry didn't miss that Snape's voice had lilted upward, ever so slightly, on the word 'sucked.' Snape raised an eyebrow in question , but Harry knew him well enough to read that slight twitch in the muscle at the corner of his eye.

Mustering up as much disgust in his voice as he could, Harry lay back on the bed and spread his legs, just as he had in the dream. "Or maybe it's because the one who regularly sucks me off reminds me of a bat?"

As Snape snorted again, and moved down in the bed, Harry patted him on the top of the head. "Mind your fangs."