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Harry was still a little hungover from his birthday party the day before. He smiled as he recalled the event. It was absolutely perfect. His dad and Sirius now sometimes acted even worse than he did as a teenager. But considering what they were able to pull off… Harry would not easily forget his twenty-first birthday.

Wanting to recuperate today, Harry sat down with tea and a book. He still had a month before he had to return to the university and he intended to enjoy himself. He knew that further studies were not common among wizards, least of all in the Muggle environment, but Hermione, one of his best friends and a Muggleborn, rubbed off on him. Not knowing what he wanted to do in his life yet, he chose a field of study at the University of London, turning down a job as an Auror. It would also be much easier, as Muggles didn’t have a second gender and Harry could take a rest from all the betas and omegas.

Especially at this age, some of them wanted to settle. Harry didn’t. Or more precisely, he hadn’t found the right person to want to settle with. His Alpha senses were constantly attacked by omega musks so he had to learn to cope. Some days were better, some were worse. But he still endured. The university would be more of a safe haven from all the pressure.

It took a long time for both his dad and his godfather to come to terms with that, ending with Harry moving away from his home. His mum was luckily supportive. It was only thanks to her that they were all on speaking terms once again.

When his Floo Network flared to life, Harry looked up from his book, surprised. Was he supposed to have guests and simply forgot? He took a deep breath and the sweetest scent permeated his body. Putting the book down, he went to his living room only to find a stranger standing there, looking bored.

“Erm, hello?” Harry greeted the man, an omega despite the man’s harsh features, summoning his wand silently from his bedroom. Such a rookie mistake. Because while he could easily defend himself against an omega, something told him that this wasn’t the regular kind that usually surrounded him.

“I am to give you this.”

Harry’s back straightened. What a voice. His Alpha began to purr. Ignoring it, he took the proffered letter from the stranger’s hand and took a couple of steps back to put some distance between them, his wand soundlessly sliding into his pants.

Hi Harry,

accept this slightly belated gift from your godfather and me. We know you have been struggling in your dating life so we decided to help you. This is an omega from Madam Maple’s Escort Services – well-groomed, clean, careful, but, mainly, available. We asked for someone experienced with virgins, but also not as handsome, so you wouldn’t accidentally bond with them - that would be too awkward!

Enjoy your time, we expect to hear all about it!

Love,
Dad & Sirius

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Looking up, he saw the omega didn’t move, waiting for Harry to take the first step. What intrigued him was the fact the omega didn’t immediately fall to his knees before him, which got him thinking. Was he not affecting the man in the slightest? Maybe he wasn’t an omega and the agency made a mistake?

He looked at the stranger, properly this time. His black hair hung softly, cut at the chin, making him look distinguished whilst on everyone else it would look rather stupid. He had a big nose which suited his face just fine, and the most piercing black eyes Harry had ever seen. He was lean, but overall very striking. Especially in the white robes he was wearing as they accentuated every line and curve of his body. The Alpha in him agreed.

Nevertheless, Harry stood there, feeling like an idiot. Here was a complete stranger with an extremely enticing scent, paid for by his dear father and godfather, expecting him to… what? Bend him over, fuck him, just because he was an omega? It was at this exact moment that he wondered if the two most prominent adult males in his life ever thought with anything else but their dicks.

“Would you like some tea?” Harry asked, feeling completely out of his comfort zone.

“I would not say no.”

“Good, follow me, then.”

Harry led him to his sitting room and summoned another cup from his kitchen. Pointing the man to the sofa, he poured him a cup from the pot on the coffee table.

“Sugar? Milk?”

“No, thank you.”

Harry sat down in his reading spot, rubbing his face with his hand, absolutely at a loss on what to do.

“You do not seem that eager to begin.”

“Yeah, no, sorry.” Harry sighed and then huffed at the awkwardness. “I don’t even know your name.”

The man’s stance changed a little at that. “That is never the issue. You may simply refer to me as Omega.”

“A little impersonal, isn’t it?”

“You seem angry.”

“You know what, I am. Obviously not at you. But it seems that my father and my godfather gifted you to me to lose my virginity to. How is that—” he paused, trying to rein in his disgust. “You’re a person! With feelings and ambitions! How—how is this supposed to go?”

The man inclined his head. “Normally, my clients bring me to their bedrooms and we begin immediately.”

Harry was horrified. “Just like that?” He understood that the second gender played its part, heck, even he had considered it if only for a second. But he was better than that.

The stranger hummed. “This is the longest conversation I have ever led.”

“This is ridiculous. You’re not even in your heat!”

“Omegas in heat are never sent. It is too dangerous for us.”

“Oh.” Harry was at least marginally pacified. “So you…”

“My clients are usually more than ready once I arrive. I would hazard a guess it is because they themselves are the ones placing the order.” And controlled by their dicks, Harry added to himself. “Nevertheless, having a willing body for your sole pleasure seems to be arousing, if you disregard our biology. Especially to virgins. The anonymity loses their inhibitions. I came prepared as well.”

Harry wasn’t sure how to interpret the last part. “How long are you supposed to be here?”

“I was booked for twenty-four hours.”

Jesus Christ. Twenty-four hours. This was way too impersonal. How did people do that? Hire someone like that out of the blue, even if it was through a solid agency? Didn’t people want to fall in love first? Or find someone they would be compatible with outside their second genders? Harry should send him home. That was the sensible option. And then something completely ridiculous occurred to him.

“Will you tell me your name or is that too personal for you? I’m Harry.”

The black eyes bore into him with an unrivalled intensity. “Severus.”

Harry’s smile was genuine. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Severus.” Harry raised his cup in salute and drank from it. After he sat it back down, he continued, “Right, so twenty-four hours. We can do this.” Harry resisted the allure before, he could resist it now. “I was about to start cooking lunch in… twenty minutes. Will you join me?”

It was clear he startled the man. “If that is your wish.”

“Oh, it very much is. Do you like beef stew?”

A nod was his answer and he beamed. “Wonderful. You can either join me in the kitchen, or take any book you see and read it. Let’s make this a good day for us both.”

Severus seemed to be cautious, as if he didn’t understand what was happening. “I must confess I have never met a virgin who was not eager to have sex.”

Harry grinned. “I’m not a virgin.”

That seemed to throw him off, but his scent intensified. Odd. “I was led to believe that I would be assisting with your deflowering.”

“Yeah, I got that. Are you disappointed?”

But Severus shook his head. “Not at all. It makes much more sense. When I first saw you, thinking you were a virgin, I began wondering what was wrong with you.”

Harry huffed. “I’m sure the answer is plenty of things.” He saw Severus smile. “But show me a kid who speaks to their parents about their sex life. I love my parents and my godfather, but… they’re my parents, you know?”

Severus nodded. “What is your plan with me, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I suppose we’ll wing it. Lunch, then maybe a kip, or we can talk.” Harry narrowed his eyes in thought. “I would actually like to use you as a guinea pig, if I may. Need to practice massage techniques. I’m taking courses and I don’t really get to practice as much as I should. Then we could order in or I could do something light. Dinner, I mean. Oh! We could watch a film? A comedy, maybe? Or anything apart from horror or thriller. And then we’ll go to sleep. I have a very comfortable bed. You can leave after breakfast if you want.”

Severus blinked. “And the sex?”

“What of it?”

“You are still young and vigorous, I assume. Whether this is a surprise or not, you have the choice to use me.”

Why was the man pressing it? He didn’t seem that affected by Harry’s scent at all, so why would he want to be used like that?

“I know. And as you’re saying, it’s a choice. And I choose not to. It seems a little barbaric to me, sleeping with you just because I can. But what of you?” Hadn’t he made himself abundantly clear by now?

“I am available,” Severus said simply.

Harry had to drive it home for him. “I understand that, but it doesn’t mean you want to, does it.”

Harry got up. “Feel free to get a book or join me in the kitchen, I’m going to go get the lunch ready. The bathroom is through this door and to the right, the kitchen is opposite the living room. The pot for the tea refills itself.”

Going into the kitchen, Harry began pulling up everything he needed for the stew. He was still a little pissed at the two men. What made them think that gifting him a person was alright? They basically hired a prostitute for him! And now he had a stranger in his flat. And a handsome one at that despite their efforts.

Using magic to make the beef more tender, Harry lost himself in the cooking. For some reason, he was trying to outdo himself, make it better than he usually would. He had no reason to impress Severus, none at all, especially as an Alpha, and yet, it had been a long time since he cooked for someone other than himself. He wanted it to be good. Likely out of pride.

He was almost ready when the man joined him in the kitchen.

“Is there still anything I can do to assist?”

“Nope,” Harry replied happily. “Just take a seat, it’ll be ready shortly.”

“It feels highly inadequate, spending the time with you in this way. I should be the one catering to your needs, not vice versa.”

“A change in pace never hurt anybody. Enjoy it.” Harry winked at him, setting a plate before him. “Eat. There are seconds if you want.”

He noticed Severus waiting for him until he also sat down and began eating. For some reason, the food did taste better and he was internally proud of himself.

“This is very good, thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome. Do you want anything else to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

Harry hummed. They ate in silence, but it wasn’t oppressive, nor was it strange. Harry was weirded out by how not weird it was. When they finished, Harry took the dishes, despite the man’s protests, and they settled in the living room again, both reading a book. He watched as Severus relaxed enough to swing his legs over the armrest, folding himself in the armchair in such an odd position that he must have found it extremely comfortable. Harry found it adorable.

Finishing the chapter Harry wanted to finish, he put the book down and watched the man. He must have been older than him, likely his dad’s age and yet, he looked way more mature than his father and godfather combined. There was something intriguing about him, his scent notwithstanding. He didn’t even realise that he was being watched in return.

“Have you changed your mind?”

Harry smiled. “No. Just wondering why you do what you do.”

Severus closed his book as well and put it aside. “That is a very personal question.”

“I know, which is why I’m not really asking.”

The man had a faraway look in his eyes before he refocused on Harry again. “I did not have the best experience when I presented. The Alpha was overwhelmed and ended up hurting me. No one explained to him properly what was expected of him so he went purely by instinct, which he did not fully understand. I went to Madam Maple to ensure that all Alpha virgins would be educated enough to understand their impulses once they found their partners.”

“So they would be seventeen, eighteen and freshly presented.”

“Yes, which made me wonder why I was chosen for you at twenty-one. I presumed you were some kind of a special Beta.”

“Alpha, actually,” Harry said, grinning. Surely, Severus could sense that?

“An Alpha, and yet, you resist me quite naturally. Are you perhaps revolted by my pheromones?”

Oh. Here was Harry wondering if Severus was immune to his scent and it seemed that the man was thinking the same.

“God, no. They're quite lovely. It's just that I've been around Omegas for three years now and I've got used to the pull of their scents and learnt to keep it together. I have dated and slept with a few before, but… they're not who I want. Most of them are about pleasing me, which is naturally very nice.” Harry grimaced. “At first, that is. Then I realise that I need a partner. And none of the guys I've been with were it. So while the scents are sometimes very attractive, I have learnt to go with my instinct, focusing on the person and not the gender. I have not been very lucky. Which is likely why my dear father and godfather decided I needed help.”

“It is a shame, indeed,” Severus said after a short silence.

“What is?” Harry asked curiously.

“That after a long time of fumbling virgins, I could have been taken by someone with experience.”

Harry couldn’t deny the heat that spread through his lower body at the casual statement. Was it possible that the man didn’t mind what he was doing but rather enjoyed it? He watched Severus with undisguised interest. There was an omega sitting across him, a very willing one at that, offering himself up for the taking.

Except he didn’t mention Harry’s scent having any effect on him. He kept pushing the sex issue, mentioning how others seemed to be into it, how others viewed the situation… even now he made a simple statement. But the man never actually said what he wanted.

At first, Harry thought this was a chore, a robotic work. Arrive at a household, find the virgin, let them fuck him, and leave, the purpose fulfilled. But the man was relaxed despite the unusual situation now. Maybe he was enjoying the fumblings, the virginal inexperience of other people, while he was detached, not really present. It was impersonal.

“You’re in charge.” It was suddenly clear as day.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You enjoy this. Having others lose their virginity to you. Bossing them around and explaining to them how to mount you.” But that also meant that he must have had himself under control when it came to the pheromones. Perhaps he was just like Harry; used to them enough to be able to ignore them. Except Harry did it because he wanted to find something real. Severus did it because it was a game.

The man was silent, but Harry noticed the smirk lingering at the corners of his mouth. “Perhaps.”

Harry grinned. And he thought the man deserved a break. He really was an idiot sometimes. Well, he wasn't an inexperienced virgin. If this omega wanted him, he would have to work for it. And he would not make it easy for him.

Getting up, he said, “Take off your robes.”

The man was smooth. He pulled his robes off, ending up completely naked in the middle of Harry’s living room. The young Alpha couldn’t help it as his eyes roamed all over the naked form. His wolf purred at the sight, at the possibilities and Harry was sure his pheromones were all over the place.

“I see what you meant by ‘came prepared’.”

Severus shrugged, completely unabashed by his nudity or the effect Harry must have had on him. “Clothes only get in the way, I find. How do you want me?”

Harry grinned as he raised his wand and summoned the massage chair. With another swish through the air, he turned it into a table. “Hop on. I think we can do without a towel for your modesty.”

“A massage?” Severus asked, clearly disgruntled by the turn of events but still, he lay down gracefully on it.

“Just a massage.” Summoning his oil, Harry gently swatted the round buttock.

“If you change your mind…”

Harry smiled and let the man’s sentence hang. He wasn’t saying yes, but neither was he saying no. Leaving the omega in uncertainty, taking control from him was something Harry enjoyed. Omegas were supposed to lose themselves in the proceedings, not maintain a firm grip on themselves. He was wondering how Severus would cope without being in charge and this was the only way to blast his control into smithereens.

Rubbing the oil in his palms, Harry started at the man’s shoulders, beginning to work on him slowly. He had nice skin, smooth, soft to the touch. He tried all the usual spots people had problems with, but found them yielding nicely.

“Do you do yoga?” he asked curiously.

Severus hummed, a happy sort of hum as far as Harry could judge. Smiling, he continued down, sliding to the sides, kneading all the muscles in the way. In the lower part of the back, he finally ran across something that he could stop for a moment to work on, eliciting a grunt that shot straight to Harry’s cock.

Harry had given a lot of massages ever since he started the course. He made his victims emit a lot of sounds, but he had never, ever, got hard over them. He could feel Severus’s pheromones more keenly, and he was sure Severus could feel him the same way, as he fidgeted a little.

As close to the buttocks as he was, he figured the man wouldn’t mind if he experimented a little. It wasn’t really polite focusing on someone’s butt in the training sessions. But he was an omega, an eager one, basically giving Harry carte blanche, so Harry squeezed the round peaches, swatted them, watching them ripple. Severus panted, spreading his legs so that Harry could see the delicate skin of his sac. But what stood out to him was the slick that was oozing from the omega’s arse, glinting in the artificial light.

He wanted to lick it off.

“May I—”

“Yes.”

Harry gulped at the quick reply to his unfinished question, but wasted no time. Spreading the buttocks apart, he circled the slick rim with the pad of his forefinger, his ears straining to hear the man’s sounds. The pucker was winking at him, the buttocks under his palm clenching, breaking through Harry’s resolve. Severus was entirely enticing, making him want to go all in.

Unable to resist any longer, he pushed a finger inside. Severus stilled completely. Then Harry heard a whimpered groan and the Alpha in him purred. There was a needy omega before him, ready to be taken. And he really wanted to have the man, his resolve be damned. But some part of him still knew that Severus was good at what he did too, still in control, still not ready to let himself go. Harry didn’t want an omega in control. The man knew how to use his body without actually begging and it was something Harry took as a challenge.

Instead of moving the finger inside the tight heat, Harry began slowly stroking the walls inside. Ah, there was that whimper again. The sounds were something Severus had no control of. And unless he started begging with words, Harry would resist him.

Hopefully.

Using his thumb to stroke the omega’s prostate from outside as well, he watched as Severus squirmed, panted harshly, his body wanting more. Harry withdrew his finger, watching as the omega’s body tensed in anticipation of something that wasn’t coming.

“Is that all you can do?”

Smiling at Severus’s harsh, but breathless tone, Harry said, “Goading me into fucking you won’t work.”

“Leaving an omega in need is not something Alphas do.”

Harry swatted his butt and Severus gasped. He was still detached and Harry would not give him the satisfaction. If Harry did want to have him, he would have to break the man completely and Harry wasn’t sure it was possible. Well, not until he tried.

“I’m sure you’re counting on that.” And then, as if Harry hadn’t spent time teasing the man, he moved onto the strong thighs, giving them a proper massage. His hands slid along the skin, brushing against the sensitive balls, leaving no place untouched. A sensual massage was still a massage.

Once he was finished with the man’s legs, he told him to lie on his back.

His breath caught in his throat, refusing to leave. Harry found it more and more difficult to keep his vow and not fuck the omega. Harry caressed him from the ankle, along his thigh, extremely close to his hard cock lying flat, pointing to his stomach, along his navel, to the middle of his chest. Looking into the black eyes, he saw desire in them, but also a challenge. Harry knew right then that he could not back down.

Holding the intense gaze, Harry continued with his hand over one nipple, rubbing it with his palm before his thumb took over, making small circles, rolling the erect nub over and over. Severus bit his lip, raising his upper body into Harry’s thumb, before he opened his mouth in a silent moan, seducing Harry.

He was good.

Doing the same to the other nipple, Harry grabbed Severus’s hair, raising his head a little off the table and tilting it backwards to get himself access to the man’s neck. As soon as his tongue licked across Severus’s collar-covered gland, the man groaned. That was a natural, uncontrolled response. Was it possible that Severus wanted more but didn’t know how to ask? Didn’t find the right person to dare ask?

Harry slowly eased his grip and let the man lie flat on the massage table, starting to massage his chest. Not a single muscle escaped his touch, and Severus’ chest bloomed warm and red under Harry’s hands.

“I think we’re done,” Harry said, his voice a little cracked.

“You…” Severus licked his lips, “are you planning on leaving me like this?”

“Like what?” Harry asked innocently, tilting his head, wondering if Severus would ever let go of his control.

Severus sat up before he hopped off the table. His cock was hard, jutting forward as if Harry was a large magnet.

Standing in Harry’s personal space, Severus growled in Harry’s face, “Dissatisfied.”

Being threatened with sex was not exactly the most dangerous thing Harry had faced. “I was frank with you from the beginning. I did say no to sex and I did say I would use you for a massage—”

“You little tease. You provide me with a whisper of a promise, especially after I told you I would welcome an experienced Alpha. You arouse me, penetrate me, and then leave me unsatiated.”

“And here I thought I could do anything I wanted.”

Severus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Is this revenge, then?”

Harry blinked. “Revenge? For what exactly?”

There was real anger in Severus’s eyes for a moment before the emotion cleared. “Nothing.”

But Harry knew there was something. And he still had a couple of hours to figure out what.

“Far be it for anyone to say that I’m a cruel lover.”

With those words, Harry sank to his knees. He watched as Severus understood what was about to happen a second before it did when Harry swallowed him to the root.

“AH!”

There were hands in his hair immediately after, just holding onto him. Harry patted the inside of the omega’s thigh, waiting until he spread his legs. For the second time that day, Harry inserted his finger inside the man’s arse.

“God.”

Despite being an Alpha, Harry loved the feeling of a hard cock in his mouth. Severus’s erection was just thick enough to fit comfortably and just long enough that it touched the back of his throat. Simply perfect. He could focus on pleasuring him, and not wonder whether his teeth got in the way, if he wasn’t going too far for his own comfort. Just perfect.

When Severus began fucking his mouth, Harry let him, encouraged him even, listening to the gasps and groans above. If he had to guess he would say that Severus rarely did something active. Admitting to himself that he wanted it too was probably too much for him, and yet Harry had done it. To reward the man, his finger once again stroked the inside walls of the man’s tight heat and it must have been too much for the omega.

The grip in his hair was harsher, so Harry relaxed into it. Severus’s hips stuttered, his breath hitched on a moan as he froze, spilling himself inside Harry’s mouth. Harry bobbed his head as much as he could, helping Severus through his orgasm, swallowing the omega’s come, delighting at the taste.

Letting the softening cock slip from his mouth, Harry got up and helped Severus into his seat. Watching him struggle for breath, his face relaxed and undone, his scent ever-present. Harry wanted everything. Perhaps he should set aside his pride and just fuck him in the evening.

Summoning one of his gowns, he handed it to the man. The Alpha in him purred at the omega wearing something of his own.

“You did not have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to.” Harry poured each of them a glass of water and sat opposite him. “May I ask you something personal?”

Severus only tilted his glass in response and raised his eyebrow.

“Right. You told me why you began doing this, but… why do you keep doing this? Why aren’t you settling down with an Alpha or a Beta? I mean, you have to have met a lot of people. Were none of them compatible?”

Suddenly, Severus’s relaxed form tensed, and all the amicability from before was gone.

“That is none of your business,” he seethed.

Oh. Trust issues and vulnerability, then. Which explained the need for control. This man was protecting himself from something. Maybe because of someone…?

“Isn’t that lonely?”

Only the man’s expression told Harry that he had asked the question aloud. And it seemed to be a sore spot because Severus stood up.

“Kindly inform your father that he shall be compensated in full.”

Harry panicked for a moment. “What? Wait!”

But the man shook off Harry's gown and summoned his robes on the way to the fireplace.

“Wait, I'm sorry for prying!” Harry caught up to the once again naked man. “I was just curious about something that's none of my business, I know. I'm just…” he ran his hand through his unruly hair, “intrigued by you. And,” he huffed in self-deprecation, “obviously with your line of work, it must be odd, me asking all those questions.”

“Why do you even wish to know?” There was some sort of desperation, as if he needed to understand Harry's behaviour.

“Because you're still here. Standing in my flat, naked, wanting me to have you only to justify the fact that you're enjoying yourself for once.”

They were standing only a foot apart, the silence stretching between them, neither of them backing out.

“You're wrong,” Severus said simply.

“I am?”

“You believe I don't enjoy what I do.”

Harry almost didn't manage to refrain from rolling his eyes. “You're right. I think you're hiding, your nudity notwithstanding. And you're scared that I might see you, the real you,” Harry delivered that in a calm tone but it didn't help. Severus bared his teeth in anger, leaning in until there was barely an inch between them.

“I am no coward,” he spat the word in Harry's face.

“And I'm not saying that. But you know that I won't stop you, not if you truly want to leave. I will also not accept the money back. It's yours. But if you want me, I will ask you to surrender your control and I don't think you're capable of that.”

“You manipulative—”

“No,” Harry interrupted calmly. “This is not a manipulation, nor a challenge. It’s a simple statement of fact. And also the reason why I can’t have sex with you. I can’t sleep with someone who’s not going into it fully. My partners fall apart beneath me. You would do everything in your power to keep it together, to not let me see how much I’m affecting you. And I don’t want to think I’m doing something wrong when I’m not.”

Harry was so close that he could touch him with his body if he wanted to. And he did want to, so much. But not under these conditions.

“Stay. Please. Let me give you the care you deserve.”

Severus stood there, heedless of his naked form, looking into Harry’s eyes with an unrelenting intensity. Harry didn’t dare look away. He couldn’t. Anything else but holding that gaze was surrender. He was an Alpha. He was a leader. He was the one in charge. Not an omega. And certainly not this omega.

Severus looked away.

A heatwave spread through Harry’s body. He knew that the man wouldn’t surrender blindly, that he considered all of his options, weighed the benefits, and decided Harry was worth it. That was so much more than Harry hoped for. Taking the white robes from him, Harry touched the centre of his chest with his palm.

This man would soon be his.

“Kneel for me, omega.”

Severus slid to his knees gracefully. Fighting the urge to claim the man, Harry stroked his hair before tilting his face upwards. His thumb caressed the delicate cheekbone as he cupped the man’s face.

“Dinner and dessert?” Harry asked.

“As you wish, Alpha.”

Harry shuddered in desire. He wondered how he was supposed to maintain his resolve and not fuck the man immediately after he submitted like this, but he would endure. This was not a casual encounter, no matter Severus’s profession.

And just like that, Harry knew what he had to do. While he knew Severus would enjoy a proper pounding, just like every other omega, he was special. The only way to break through his defenses was to treat him like that.

By making love to him.

“Why don’t you go read your book while I get dinner ready?” Harry suggested, summoning his gown and putting it back on Severus, throwing the white robes over the back of a lone chair.

Severus inclined his head in assent, tying the gown firmly around his midsection. Harry watched him leave, thrilled that he had a man in his flat, a man, who was wearing his clothes, breathing in his scent. A man who would soon be his.

Patience.

Harry made a light dinner, a salad with toast. His stomach was doing random flips from the anticipation and he was sure Severus wasn’t doing much better. Dividing the salad into two bowls, Harry carried them into the living room, handing one to Severus, sitting with his own in his seat.

“Thank you.”

Harry hummed. There was still one thing he wasn’t clear on and he found he didn’t want to have anything standing between them.

“May I ask something?”

Severus paused, watching him, likely going through an internal debate of his own. In the end he sighed, nodding.

“What did you mean earlier by revenge? I don’t know who you are, I’ve never seen you before, at least I don’t believe I have.” Harry tried to keep his tone mild.

“You are Harry Potter.”

Harry stilled, going over their conversation. No, he had not revealed his surname. “How do you know that?” he asked in a croaky voice. Wondering if this wasn’t some plot to get him pliant before he would be kidnapped or blackmailed. He was the son from a wealthy line, it wouldn’t be the first time someone would pull off something like that. It never occurred to him that the omega might know him. But then he realised that Severus’s control might not have applied only to sex and wondered if he hadn’t made a huge mistake.

“I can hear you thinking,” Severus remarked entirely unfazed, “You may call Madam Maple to check my credentials if you wish.”

“Explain then,” Harry demanded.

Severus licked his lips to stall before he said, “I went to school with your father. It has been more than twenty years since I last saw him so it took me some time to place you, because you seemed familiar. You two look very similar but not so much that I was able to place you immediately.”

“Okay,” Harry commented, unsure where this was going.

“He and Sirius Black used to bully me throughout my entire time at Hogwarts.”

Harry’s brain went into overload. His father and godfather always had a good laugh over one story or another, about how they tormented their fellow classmates, thinking it was fun. But they were especially fond of laughing about a guy called Snivellus Snape. Then Harry remembered his mum calling him Sev and he wondered why she’d nicknamed him that. Realising that it was the other way around, Harry blurted, “You’re Severus Snape.”

The man nodded jerkily and Harry suddenly understood him a bit more. Harry had always resented the two men for what they had done at school, but even more so for boasting about it. He noticed his mum didn’t approve either, but it seemed she was resigned to not being able to change anything.

Looking at Severus, it was clear he still bore scars from those days. His trust issues and vulnerability being the main ones. Harry didn’t blame him. Being an omega, a bullied one at that, had to be difficult. It was no wonder Severus was all about control where he had none in his life.

“Wait. You knew I was his son and you still wanted me to have sex with you?”

Severus averted his gaze. “I only realised it once you began with the massage, when I wasn’t thinking about it. It popped into my mind then. And when you began asking me the questions… I thought you were trying to find my weak spots and exploit them. A different tactic to your father, granted, but no less effective.”

Harry tried not to take it personally. “So when you submitted to me, you… what? Dove into the inevitable?”

But Severus shook his head. “No, everything you’ve done showed me that you were fierce, a man of your word, guided by some sort of moral code that your father never had. You are the kind of Alpha that every omega dreams about; protective, unrelenting, fair. At that moment I wanted to experience what it is like to be taken by a proper Alpha.”

But Harry couldn’t do that, not anymore. He felt a more profound connection with this man now; heck, his parents knew him, his mum obviously regretted what happened, and if Harry fucked him and then their paths would never cross again, he would feel bad about it. This day would remain a simple memory and Harry knew, he just knew he would compare every other experience with this one.

Their views were suddenly different. Severus wanted to have the time of his life in bed, but Harry… Harry wanted to have many more times of his life in bed.

“Severus,” he said, waiting until he had the man’s full attention, “you still haven’t answered my last question.” Knowing that the omega had no idea which one he meant, he finished, “I asked if what you’re doing isn’t lonely.”

He watched the battle behind the black eyes, saw the minute twitches in the man’s expression as he fought for control. “What difference would it make?”

Harry leaned back in his seat. “A big one, actually. Because it seems that I will not be able to let you go just like that. For you, this is all you know and all you think you need. But I cannot have sex with you and let you go on your merry way so that others can fuck you after me.” The Alpha in him growled and Harry knew he made the right call. He would not be able to stand the thought of anyone else touching Severus ever again.

“So I should just quit my livelihood, is that it?” The anger in his voice was unmistakable. However, this reaction just confirmed that he was indeed lonely.

“No, Severus. I would like to date you. See what this could lead to.”

The omega froze in his seat. “Why do you mock me now?”

“Not mocking you, no. I told you before, I’m looking for a partner, not for an omega to satisfy my needs. And you… you intrigue me more than anyone I’ve ever dated or wanted to date.” When he got no reaction from him, Harry continued, “You said that I have traits every omega would want in an Alpha. I thought that included you as well.”

Severus’s fingers on the armrest twitched as he gave an abrupt nod.

Harry smiled. “I know I’m younger than you’d probably like, but would you be willing to give us a try?”

The man returned slowly to eating his salad and Harry let him collect his thoughts. They ate in silence.

“Answer me this, then,” Severus began, “I know you are studying at a Muggle university. Let’s assume we enjoy a month before you go back. What then? You will be fully focused on your studies, as you should be, and I will remain sitting idly until you deign to come back?”

Harry inclined his head. “What were you doing before you took on this job?”

Shrugging, Severus said, “Experimental potions. Spellcrafting.”

Harry blinked, then leaned forward. There was a huge injustice done to this man. He must be smart, smarter than Harry realised. And likely terribly hurt if he threw away his potential only to educate young Alphas on the dynamic. “I have money,” Harry began, “there’s a cellar attached to this flat that could be easily turned into a potions lab. I have also been practicing warding and protection spells on it before I decided not to join the Aurors. You may add anything you want on top of that. I also have money set aside in case I ever ran into an omega that I would like to be with. It’s all yours if you want.”

He knew how lucrative this offer was and so did Severus judging by his reaction. Harry could see the hunger in his eyes, but also noticed the vulnerability in them.

“What do you expect in return?” The man’s voice shook slightly and Harry loved how affected he was. It likely didn’t happen often.

“Your fidelity.”

“And I suppose you would be free to roam around?”

Harry detected a hint of judgement, maybe jealousy. He smiled. “No. I will be faithful to you as well. I’m not into sex with omegas, I’m into sex with a specific person. In this case, you, if that’s not clear enough.”

“You have to understand that this seems too good to be true.”

“And you have to understand that I have never felt so drawn to anyone else. I can’t just let you go, so I have to make sure you stay.”

“And if I say no?”

Harry said quietly, “I’ll respect it, of course. I would however try to change your mind through the sex that we both want. Although, I’d like to point out that this would be an excellent opportunity to get back at my father. And my godfather.”

Severus squinted. “What house were you in at Hogwarts?”

Smirking, Harry replied, “Gryffindor.”

“Could have fooled me.”

After a silence, Harry asked, “So what do you say?”

Severus put down his finished salad and stood up. Untying his gown, he opened it, shrugging elegantly out of it. Harry got hard at the gesture, especially when the man just let it drop to the floor. Harry’s eyes roamed all over the naked body, knowing that he had his response. But for some reason, he needed to hear it. Actions came easily to the man. Words on the other hand…

“I asked you a question, omega.” He didn’t really use his Alpha voice, but he did put some firmness behind the sentence so Severus would understand he would accept nothing but a verbal response.

Severus shivered as he said, “I accept.”

Holy crap.

His father was going to kill him.

“Good. Take off your collar.”

Harry watched as Severus did just that with trembling hands. Arousal spiked in Harry’s insides. How wonderful.

“What do you want, Severus? You must have thought about this. When you were imagining your Alpha and what he could do to you, where did your thoughts stray first, hm?”

The man looked up into his eyes with defiance writ on his face. “I fantasised about endless pleasure,” he began and Harry was hit by his pheromones with such force that he gasped. Grabbing him by his hair, he brought the man closer.

“How? By coming as often as you can stand or by being edged repeatedly until you can no longer take it and beg me to end your suffering?”

Severus moaned, panting heavily. “Edging. Until I can no longer take it.”

“With pleasure.” Harry hauled him up. “Where do you want to be taken for the first time?”

The omega’s breath hitched and his eyes darted to the table. Harry smirked.

“Clean the plates and the glasses and lie on top.”

Severus obeyed unhurriedly. When Harry noticed he planned on washing the dishes, his Alpha growled. The omega was supposed to be eager, was supposed to cut corners, not still exercise control over the little things. Harry planned on showing him just that.

He pressed the man against the counter and kicked his legs apart gently. “You dare to provoke me?”

Severus only managed a gasp before Harry’s finger found its way inside the man. The soft cry was Harry’s only encouragement as he began moving the digit in and out. The omega’s pucker was surprisingly pliant so Harry inserted another finger almost immediately.

“Out of your heat and still so slick, so open for me. Your body is begging without your permission, how does that make you feel? How,” Harry asked, adding another finger to the sound of the man’s moan, “does it feel to have your body betray you like that, hm? For me to know just how much you want my cock?”

Severus grunted as he pushed back, unable to help himself. Harry inhaled his scent at his gland, growling in pleasure as he fucked the omega with his fingers.

“Alpha,” he whimpered.

“What was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?”

The omega cried softly, his head hanging forward. “Show me,” he whispered.

Harry undid his trousers and slid out of them more smoothly than he expected. Instead of turning Severus around, Harry plastered the lower half of his body against the man’s backside.

“Can you tell?”

“Fuck.”

“That’s a yes then. Why don’t you take me? Push your arse against me, arch that back of yours as I know you can.”

Severus bent forward, spread his legs a little wider, his arse jutting at Harry, inviting him in. Harry positioned himself and pushed.

The omega cried out sharply, except Harry knew it wasn’t from any pain, but from the pleasure Harry’s cock caused him. He glided smoothly inside. There were no hiccups, no roughness. Severus was well-slicked, which told Harry that he wanted this more than he could ever say in words.

When Harry’s balls hit the man’s skin, he hugged Severus from behind, kissing and nipping at the gland in his neck. Severus shuddered in his arms, moaning, clenching around the hard shaft inside him and Harry noted how the man struggled to just breathe.

“Have you had a bigger man, omega?”

“No,” Severus whined, “Never.”

“Good, that’s good.”

Harry made slow circles with his hips. He loved the feeling of being buried inside a tight heat. Knowing how much it made the omegas go crazy was just a bonus.

“Alpha.” Another whine. “Alpha, please,” Severus’s voice cracked as he begged.

“Only a second longer, omega. You can take it, I know you can.”

Severus moaned and hung his head forward, whimpering. Harry ran his hands over the man's flanks, delighting in the tremors of his body.

Pulling out to the sound of another moan, Harry set a slow pace. He was determined to show this man what he had been missing. He just kept moving languidly inside him, while the omega had a strong grip on the kitchen counter, whimpering softly, driving Harry nuts.

“That's it, you're taking me so well,” Harry purred. Sneaking a hand down the man's stomach until it brushed his hard cock, Harry wound his fingers around it and set the same rhythm.

Severus began groaning low in his throat, shuddering in Harry's hold. The Alpha was thoroughly enjoying their slow lovemaking, hoping to hear the begging soon.

“Please,” Severus's voice sounded wrecked. “Please.”

The man must have known what was coming and how it would end. He couldn't have forgotten, could he? Well, it was time to find out. Harry gripped the man's cock and sped up, pounding into him. The victorious shouts drove Harry forward, maintaining the harsh tempo, until he felt Severus's cock swell. Then he stopped.

Buried to the hilt, hands off the omega, Harry listened to the keening, frustrated sounds. Stroking the man's sides and chest, Harry helped him calm down first. Then he withdrew completely.

“What,” Severus cleared his throat, “what are you doing?”

“I promised to edge you until you could no longer be yourself. I never said I'd do it all in one position. On the table, omega.”

Severus threw him an approving look despite the fact that his movements were a little wobbly. Gracefully lying down on the table, Harry watched as Severus once again presented his arse for Harry's taking.

So Harry did.

Spreading the man's buttocks apart, he plunged in. Not giving him any time to adjust, he moved within him hard and fast. Relentlessly drilling into him, barely allowing the man to take any breath, least of all leaving him with any air to moan. His hard thrusts were moving Severus’s body without care as the man struggled to keep himself in place.

Harry could only last so long, but he did his best, going at it longer than he normally would. When he felt himself getting close, he pulled out, swatting the man's bottom. Severus's body went lax, the man just lying there heavily, panting. His arse looked extremely tempting, so Harry slid to his knees, spread the buttocks apart and dove inside with his tongue.

Severus gave a shout and Harry slowed down. His tongue circled the pliant rim on the outside as well as the inside, over and over, soothing the abused skin. Severus whimpered, panted, and pushed back.

Harry stopped and stood up. “You're going to ride me now. Follow me to the sofa.”

He expected to hear groans of the man as well as the table, but when no sounds were forthcoming, he stopped at the door to the kitchen, looking back. He had to bite his lip and grip the doorframe. Severus hadn’t moved. Harry was met with a beautiful image of a ruined man, who could, however, take much more of what Harry began to dish out at him. Using the time and view, Harry stripped off the rest of his clothes.

“Up, omega.”

Harry watched as Severus tried to stand on his legs, but his knees buckled and he had to hold on to the table. When he righted himself for the second time, Harry noticed the man wasn’t standing as proudly as before. Smirking, Harry knew that this was only the beginning and that Severus would likely have trouble walking tomorrow.

When Severus finally turned around, his eyes took Harry in hungrily before they stopped at Harry’s cock.

“Dear Lord,” the omega whispered, his scent temporarily blinding him.

“Oh, you like?” Harry asked nonchalantly and tugged on his prick twice.

Severus followed him like a magnet, his walk utterly ruined. Harry turned around before the man could reach him and made it to the living room, only to get settled on the sofa, watching Severus slowly approach. He expected the man to wait until he was ordered to proceed, or for him to seduce Harry, but no. Severus’s pheromones were clinging to him like a second skin now as he sat astride Harry’s thighs, pulled him a little lower, and grabbed his cock. Severus moaned when his fingers didn’t connect around Harry’s girth, tugged once and then poised himself atop it before he let it penetrate him.

Severus moaned as he slid all the way down and wiggled, a blissful expression on his face. His arms rested on Harry’s shoulders as he slowly moved up and down, gaining speed very quickly. Their foreheads touched as Severus rode Harry, moaning into his face. Harry had one hand on the man’s arse, the other in his hair, and basked in Severus’s unguarded expressions.

Harry wanted to give him everything and it looked as if he was quite successful. Feeling a little smug at reducing Severus into taking what he wanted, Harry tried to last for him. But Severus was unhinged. With the intensity of the scent he was emanating, Harry was sure he was losing himself in the sex. Bouncing ferociously on Harry’s cock, the man was moaning his lungs out, as if he’d never felt similar pleasure. Harry, in the meantime, felt like a huge human dildo.

And he loved every second of it.

Except he had to put a stop to it before Severus was too far gone. Because he promised.

“Stop, omega.”

His reply was only a wrecked moan. God, the man was superb.

“Severus,” he said, stroking his hair, trying to calm him down, “you need to stop—” Harry moaned. The omega was delightful, too good.

Harry was close and he would bet that so was Severus. So he took the man’s waist and rolled them sideways onto the sofa. Stilling the omega, Harry withdrew.

“NO!” Severus shouted. “I need your cock in me, please, I’m begging you, let me finish, let me come, please!”

Harry batted the man’s hand away before it reached his own cock.

“No, Severus, no, listen!” he raised his voice when Severus wanted to protest again. “You know what you asked me to do—”

“I take it back,” Severus snarled, trying to pull Harry closer to him.

Harry resisted. “No,” his voice firm, but far from the commanding voice of an Alpha. “You know that the reward will come if you wait. You know you can do it, because you want to do it. Reward yourself, omega.”

Severus stopped fighting, his desperation abating as his need emerged again. Harry watched the struggle with undisguised interest. This man was pushing himself to limits he had only ever dreamt of, but was stubborn enough to go through it. Harry knew he would be torn into shreds if he didn’t stop the omega as promised, if he failed to indulge him.

The man was once again breathing more steadily. Harry marvelled at the purple cock lying on his flat belly, how he kept his thighs apart to avoid temptation, how he tried to absorb the arousal coursing through his body rather than channelling it. This man was a hedonist.

“Turn to your side. Face the sofa.”

Severus moaned as he obeyed. Harry stroked the man’s spine until his hand cupped his arse and kneaded it. He swatted it lightly once. The grunt that followed made him do it again. But then he lifted Severus’s leg on top until he revealed the man’s abused rim. Harry couldn’t resist as he thrust two fingers in and crooked them towards the omega’s belly. Just once, to reignite the arousal, to push a little, to release the pheromones.

To revel in the man’s sounds of pleasure.

Shuffling closer, for the fourth time that evening, Harry kept one foot on the floor for leverage as he pushed his cock inside the snug heat, moving languidly. He loved the way the man’s back arched, the only thing he was able to do. As it happened, the omega was quite immobilised in this position and could only take what Harry gave him. And he took it well. Severus couldn’t even bury his face against the sofa’s back as he needed more air to moan. He still had strength in his hands. Clawing at the upholstery to ground himself against Harry’s thrusts told the Alpha that the man still had the strength to fight. Harry needed to rob him of that.

The other benefit of this position was the lack of pleasure points it stimulated in the partner if he didn’t try hard enough. And Harry didn’t. He wanted to ruin the man slowly; it wasn’t a race. But as stimulated as Severus already was, anything would do, so Harry was still being very careful.

When his leg started to cramp, he withdrew again, and lowered the omega’s leg down. To his surprise, Severus slid to the floor where he spread his legs, resting his chest on the sofa seat. Harry knew that if he took him like that, they would both come, so instead, he stroked the man’s back and arse, helping him to calm down.

But Harry had to check, so he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Is that your way of asking me to take you like this?”

Severus whimpered as his forehead hit the plush cushion and Harry grinned. No, the omega was close, extremely close, hanging to his sanity by a thread. It was time to finish him.

“Let’s finish in the bedroom.”

Severus groaned, unable to get up. Harry knew better than to chuckle, so he simply propelled the man up, supporting him fully. Harry loved the limp in the man’s walk, which was more pronounced now.

Dropping him gently on the bed, Severus once again found himself on his side.

“On your back to the centre, omega.”

Harry was ruining him; he saw that as Severus struggled hard to move himself there. Crawling on trembling limbs, he managed until he flopped onto his back, his legs automatically falling apart.

Harry, too, crawled on top of him, bracing himself above him, looking down into the slack face. “You have been such a good boy for me.”

Severus closed his eyes, his pheromones skyrocketing.

Interesting.

Harry pulled the omega’s legs onto his shoulders, positioning himself yet again and sliding inside for one last time this evening. He watched Severus’s open mouth, his tongue almost out, a sign that it was difficult for him to control his muscles consciously. Severus slowly moved his arms up until he lay beneath Harry in a position of complete surrender. Harry increased his tempo and Severus moaned.

Harry didn’t like this position much. He wanted to feel close to his man, his omega, his proud and vulnerable mate. Stopping, he carefully pulled Severus’s legs around his waist as he was finally able to lean in closer. He moved again. The omega’s cock was trapped between their bodies. Harry was gazing into the loveliest face he’d ever seen. Not because it was handsome, but because it was expressive after everything the man went through. He was able to surrender to Harry, to find comfort in him, to trust him enough to let go.

Harry did it.

He moved slowly as he leaned forward until their lips touched. Severus opened his eyes in bewilderment, so Harry kissed him again.

The fire that consumed Harry burnt bright. Severus found another breath, pulled his strength from somewhere deep down and ravished Harry’s mouth. His hands were now on Harry’s back, nails digging, his feet pushing Harry into him again and again, and despite wanting to go slowly, Harry felt an urge so deep he couldn’t resist. His omega needed him and the Alpha wanted to provide, wanted to match the ferocity.

Neither would last long. Their kiss was open-mouthed and messy, but it made them both wild with need. Harry’s strength was slowly waning, but he wouldn’t stop, not now when they were both so close.

His thrusts were hard now, something he wasn’t able to control any more. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to. Sneaking a hand between their bodies, he wound it around Severus’s cock and bit the man on the gland on his neck.

The world exploded around them and time slowed down. Severus’s body jerked violently as Harry soothed the bite through the man’s scream. Holding the omega through the seemingly never-ending orgasm, his body was trembling so much that Harry was afraid for him minutely. The omega’s channel squeezed tight, so tight that Harry grunted with the effort to slam inside for one last time before filling the man with his sperm, his knot forming to stop it from leaking.

He was glad Severus was not in heat, as the knot would go away much quicker. Harry tried not to move and not to crush the fragile body beneath him.

With the last ounces of his strength, he pushed the omega’s hair from his face, stroking his cheek.

“Was it everything you wanted?” Harry asked.

Severus opened his eyes and Harry had his answer. Leaning down to kiss the man again, they gently explored each other’s mouths. He expected Severus to pass out, but he likely didn’t because it wasn’t his heat. Harry had much to look forward to. Perhaps they both did.

His knot deflated, allowing him to withdraw. Placing Severus’s legs down, Harry slid to the side, pulling Severus possessively close to him as he murmured a cleaning spell.

“You’ve been amazing. I can’t wait for you to go into heat.”

Severus whimpered. “God,” he whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be intense. Your heat, activating my rut,” Harry nosed the fresh bite on Severus’s neck, “you’ll be wrecked.”

Another lovely whimper.

“I’ve ended up with a monster.”

Harry chuckled. “I think you ended up with someone who can take you on.”

Severus surprised him by leaning closer and kissing him. “You kissed me.”

“Of course I did,” Harry responded, unsure of what he was missing.

The omega was quiet for a moment, watching Harry’s lips. “I’ve never been kissed before.”

Harry blinked, before he lifted himself on an elbow. “How is that possible?”

Severus averted his gaze for a moment. “People want to fuck, not to kiss.”

Harry could do nothing but lean forward once again and kiss the man. Coaxing his tongue into action as well, Harry showed him how good it felt, giving him what he was missing. He suddenly understood how intimate it was. If Severus was going to his clients to lose their virginities to him, it made sense they wouldn’t want to kiss. Kissing would turn it into… more.

“I’m sorry about that,” Harry said once he pulled away.

“About kissing me?”

“No, about you not knowing what it felt like.”

“I’m not. I—” Severus cut himself off before he exhaled, “I’m glad. I’ve always clung to the thought that kissing was special. That maybe I would find someone who would be close to me, close enough to want to kiss me.”

“Because it would make you special,” Harry added in understanding.

“Yes,” Severus replied reluctantly.

Harry kissed him again. “That’s lucky, because it’s exactly how I feel.”

Severus harrumphed. “Or perhaps this was all a ploy to get you to bed and mark me so you could not leave me. Perhaps I was tired of my life and concocted this plan where I would choose an Alpha for myself.”

Harry laughed. He was sure that Severus didn’t pout but it was close. As if admitting to a weakness was a sin. A means for ridicule.

“If it helps you sleep better at night…” Harry said and kissed him once again for good measure. Rolling the omega to the side, Harry spooned him, placing a hand protectively over his stomach.

He found himself an omega. The smile on his face was genuine, happy.

“Harry?” Severus whispered,

“Hm?” he asked contentedly.

“I'm not… certain I can raise children.”

Harry froze. “What brought that on?”

“The way you're holding me. I don't think I can go through pregnancy and have children.”

Pulling the man possessively close, Harry said, “Don't worry about it now. It's not like we're on the clock and have to make a decision by tomorrow. Sleep now, we can discuss this later.” Harry kissed his shoulder and the back of the neck before he settled comfortably on the pillow.

Harry wasn't sure what Severus's fears were, but they could talk later. He noticed that his lover didn't say that he didn't want to have children, just that he wasn't sure about having them. And considering the man's reservations, he figured there was a story.

But they were wizards, their life span was huge. Severus would still be in a prime age for an omega to have children for more than a decade. They were in no rush. And if it turned out Severus didn't want to have children, they would find a way to deal with that too.

The next morning, Harry woke up earlier than usual. He felt a warm body next to him, which made him panic for a moment before he saw Severus, still sleeping peacefully. Harry smiled. The man deserved a good night's rest. Checking the time, he noticed it was a little past ten in the morning.

Getting up, he went through his morning ablutions and ended up in a gown, dancing to a song in his head and making breakfast for Severus.

He was almost done when the Floo Network flared. Ridiculously, Harry hoped it wasn't another omega and chuckled at his thought. He really should learn to block his fireplace as he went to investigate.

Well, fuck.

“Harry, my boy! I'm sorry for dropping in unannounced, but we had to check in on you.” His father had a huge grin on his face.

“Hi, Harry,” Sirius added, his voice and eyebrows suggestive. “Hope you had a good day yesterday.”

“You two have no concept of personal boundaries, do you?” But he couldn't help his grin.

“No. Spill.”

“Well,” Harry began. They wanted the truth, so he'll give them the truth. “You won't be happy.”

His dad groaned. “Please don't tell me you sent him home.”

“I won't lie, I wanted to. But I didn't.”

“He hasn't left too long ago, has he? I can still scent him. It seems familiar somehow,” Sirius said, sniffing the air around him.

“Please don't tell me you two fucked the same guy.” James appeared genuinely horrified.

Harry laughed. “Hardly. My man has style.”

“Burn, Padfoot,” his dad guffawed.

“So why shouldn't we be happy?” Sirius asked in confusion.

Harry looked at his dad, his lips thinning, wondering how he should tell him when, “You bit him, didn't you?”

There was no reproach and Harry was grateful that, while completely aceing being an immature arsehole, his father was still his parent and would provide Harry with all the support he needed.

Harry smiled gratefully, ignoring Sirius's groan. “Yes. It was a conscious decision, he was wearing a collar.”

“Did you forget to ask for an ugly guy?” Sirius stage-whispered and Harry swatted him on the arm.

“So when do we meet him?”

“With your immature behaviour? Probably never.” Harry grinned, but then he recalled what Severus said and his heart sank a little.

“What's wrong, pup?”

Harry looked at Sirius, wondering how bad the situation between them could still be.

“Can I ask you something? And be honest.” When they both nodded, he continued, “the guy that you bullied in school—”

“Snivelly?” Sirius asked frowning, “what does he—”

Harry raised his hand to stop him. “Do you regret bullying him? Honestly. If you met him today, tomorrow, if he stood in front of you, would you apologise to him or would you torment him some more?”

“Well, I would—”

“No,” Harry interrupted Sirius immediately, “think about it. Really think about it.”

He could see that his father realised this was important to him without fully understanding why and was ready to indulge him.

“That would depend,” his dad said, “If he was here to hurt us, I would attack. If he was here to mend bridges, I would have to ask why.”

“So if you knew for certain he meant no harm?”

James tilted his head. “If I knew for certain he meant no harm, I would stay clear of him.”

Harry plunged ahead. “And… if I was dating him?”

Sirius jumped from his seat. “You what?”

His dad turned to his godfather. “Calm down, Sirius.”

“No! Don't you understand? It's Snape! Harry's omega is Snape. Oh god,” he said, a look of utter desperation on his face. “Harry lost his virginity to that greasy-haired bastard. How could you mark him? How can you want to be with him? Has he bewitched you or something?”

“Are you done?” Harry asked, his voice cold.

“Harry?”

He turned to his father. He was still feeling cold inside, but his dad's reaction wasn't nearly as bad as Sirius's. There was hope.

“I'd like an explanation.”

So Harry told him. About his life, about how they spent the day together and how much of an impact Severus had on him. While Sirius snorted and scoffed, James was watching him with narrowed eyes, listening intently.

“You want to try dating him.”

“Yes.”

James leaned back in his seat, looking at the ceiling. Harry tried to calm himself down. He didn't need his dad's approval, he could still date Severus. But the suspense was still killing him.

When his dad looked at him again, he said simply, “Alright.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Sirius asked in bewilderment. “You're okay with your son dating Snivellus?”

“Severus. And yes. Harry was already a year old when I was his age. If he's sure he wants to date him, then it's up to him.”

Harry beamed at him and hugged him where he sat. “Thanks, dad.”

“You're mad. Mad!” Sirius strode to the fireplace and shouted Godric’s Hollow before the flames claimed him.

“Dad, if he does anything rash…”

“I'll keep him in line. Are you sure, Harry?”

Harry was once again looking into the concerned face of a parent and his heart warmed. “I am, Dad. You don't know him. He's fierce and fragile at the same time. He's already more interesting than most people I know.”

“Alright. One condition, though.”

“What?” Harry asked carefully.

“You're telling your mother. Unless Sirius has already done that.” He sighed. “Perhaps I should head back and keep an eye on things at home. You take care. And… give Severus my regards.”

“Will do, Dad.”

Harry waved him off and waited until his dad disappeared in the Floo Network.

“You can come in, they're both gone.”

Turning to look at the figure hidden in the shadows, he smiled at him.

“You're not angry with me.”

“Why would I be?” Harry asked. “If anything I thought you might be angry with me.”

“No,” Severus said softly, walking towards Harry. “You haven't cowed before them, you stood behind your decision. If anything, it makes me want to worship you. Not to mention, any potential problems with my in-laws are well worth your cock.”

Harry's desire flared and Severus's pheromones responded in kind. Grasping the omega's jaw, he asked huskily, “Can your mouth take my cock?”

Severus whimpered. “I can try.”

Kissing him passionately, Harry pressed their bodies together, moulding Severus against him, persuading him to submit. Backing the omega up against the nearest wall, he swallowed the man's moan before he turned him around.

“Spread your legs. Wide, omega.”

Severus obeyed easily, pushing his arse back. Harry gave it a light swat before checking the man's opening. Pushing a finger inside, he noted that it was once again snug. Harry started moving the finger in and out.

“I'll take a shower first. Then you can try to suck me off. I'm looking forward to seeing you struggle. And then I'm stretching you again and we'll see how long we can fuck before you come apart for me.”

“Harry!”

His name being moaned so desperately, so wantonly was everything Harry needed from the proud man.

“I'm here, Severus,” he said, taking his lover by the hand and leading them to the bathroom. “And I'm not going anywhere.”

THE END