"The Gift"

Summary: Harry, the new DADA professor, drew Snape's name for the staff's Secret Santa gift exchange. What will Harry give him? And how will this change their relationship?

Warnings: Snarry. Don't like, don't read!

Disclaimer: Whatever you recognize, I don't own.

Chapter Four

Harry stood there uncomprehending as Snape's lips came closer. Involuntarily his eyes closed and his lips pressed back with full measure. Again and again lips pulled away and pressed back together. Then something soft and wet tickled his lip, making him gasp. The next thing he knew his mouth was filled with Snape's tongue. It took a moment for him to get past the shock enough to think, not that he was able to do much. Snape was kissing him! Why? Harry was at a loss, but decided to enjoy it while it lasted.

His head spun, his heart pounded, his cock twitched, and he was happier than even the first time he saw Hogwarts or the first time he flew on a broom. Snape's kiss was by far much better than any kiss Harry had ever had or had imagined. The kiss was not too slow and tentative, nor was it too fast and aggressive.

Harry moaned softly and kissed back. Their mouths moved together perfectly, like the dance of a couple who has been married for years.

Just as Harry's head began to spin wildly and chest tighten from lack of oxygen, the kiss ended. Harry panted in recovery and opened his eyes. The fog in his mind slowly began to clear. Snape kissed him. Kissed him passionately. Why? It didn't make sense. Snape hated him. He then realized it wasn't just his own pants he was hearing. Hot breath was tickling his neck and ear. And then there was a sensation he never before felt. Something hot, wet, soft, yet strong moved along his neck, from near his collar bone up to his ear. His cock throbbed, he squeezed his eyes tight, and he fought to hold back the cry inside him. A tiny moan escaped. Before he could dwell on his embarrassment, Snape whispered in his ear.

"Submit to me," the dark voice commanded softly. "I want to hear every gasp, pant, moan, hiss, whimper, groan, and cry that your body is induced to make. I want to make you beg for me."

Harry gasped quietly and his cock throbbed. He was ashamed at his body's reaction to Snape's words and nearness. He tried to breathe carefully in order to calm himself, but it was of no use.

Snape was now licking, nipping, sucking, and kissing his jaw, neck, and ear. Harry had no idea that having his earlobe sucked or the outer edge of his ear licked could feel so incredible.

He squeezed his eyes tight, unable to control his pants, gasps, and moans. He was torn between the temptation to just enjoy what was happening and his need to understand it. Yes, he had offered - promised - submission, and yes it felt incredible, but this wasn't what he expected. He wanted to believe that the kisses were real and that Snape cared for him, but he knew it was impossible. Snape despised him. This didn't make sense. Unless, this would be used against him. Perhaps Snape became aware of Harry's feelings for him and planned to use that to humiliate him. Or perhaps Snape was lonely and desperate and was willing to take advantage of any body available to him, even one he didn't like. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Harry fought through the hormonal haze. "Snape," he moaned. "Why are you… kissing me?"

A dark chuckle sounded in Harry's ear. "What did you expect, Potter? For me to rip off your pants, bend you over the desk, and bugger you without regard to your pleasure?" Snape pulled away and looked at Harry. His lip curled into a half smile. "I may have a caustic tongue, but I am not a sadist and I am not entirely devoid of sensitivity and romantic sensibilities."

Harry blinked. His heart quickened and cock had jumped at the idea of getting buggered by Snape. And did he use the word "romantic" to describe himself? Harry wondered. If that were true, Harry would fall in love with the man all over again. But what the man just said didn't make any sense. He swallowed dryly. "So, uh, what were you planning on doing?

Snape's lip twitched and his gaze intensified. "I plan on kissing you senseless, sucking your cock thoroughly, teasing and pleasuring you so you'll beg for more, and buggering you though the mattress until we both achieve orgasmic release."

Harry's jaw dropped. His cock was now painfully straining his pants. His body believed the promise wholeheartedly but his mind couldn't accept it, as much as it wanted to.

Snape's smile grew a fraction. Harry finally found his voice. "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Snape blinked and his smile faded. "No, I am trying to get a rise out of you," he replied with emphasis. He looked down at Harry's pants and then back up. "I see that I am not entirely unsuccessful." The half-smile returned. "So, what is the problem? You offered yourself to me, you were quite insistent that I accept, and you were given the opportunity to tell me your limitations."

Harry blinked. It took awhile for the words to sink in. "But I… uh… thought you were going to… hex me and insult me."

Snape cocked his head. "You thought I would be disgusted by and reject your gift and that I would punish you."

Harry shook his head. "No… I…" He looked down. "That was what I was offering."

Snape slowly took a couple steps back, his face an expressionless mask. It was awhile before he spoke. "You offered yourself to me… in order for me to… hex and insult you?"

Harry nodded, feeling self-conscious and confused.

Snape turned and made his way to the liquor cabinet and rested his palms on its counter. He took a deep breath and then picked up to read the card he had left there. "You must admit that your phrasing was vague at best and suggestive at worst."

"Uh, yeah, you're right. It was vague. I was trying to be poetic," he replied lamely.

"What good is poetic phrasing if it is misleading?"

Harry sighed. "I see your point. But what do you mean, suggestive?"

Snape put down the card, replacing his hand on the counter. "Suggestive of sex. The combination of the phrases 'offer myself,' 'complete submission,' and 'desire' all suggests that you are talking about sex without using explicit terms. Any one of these words can be used innocently. For instance, 'I desire a chocolate cake.' But when used vaguely or in combination with other suggestive words, as in 'I have desires' or 'I desire your submission,' many would assume that one is referring to sexual desires."

Suddenly Harry remembered the kinds of jokes that the Weasley twins would make. Double-something. "Um, ok, I understand." Harry's face felt hot. He wasn't sure what was worse, Snape thinking that Harry wanted him sexually or Snape thinking that Harry was a freak.

"What I do not understand is, why were you so insistent that I accept your gift? You should have been relieved that I was inclined to turn it down… Or, perhaps you like being insulted by me?" Snape turned around and looked at Harry, face devoid of expression.

Harry swallowed nervously. "No, I don't like being insulted by you. But… as crazy as it sounds, I would rather that than be ignored. I just… wanted you to give me that look…" he trailed off, feeling foolish.

"What look?"

"That glare like you despise me and want to crush me under your heel like a bug."

"Why do you want me to look at you like that?"

"Because…" Harry looked away. "I can pretend that it means something else…" He couldn't say it. He was embarrassed at the thought of Snape knowing how he felt and not returning the feelings.

"Are you talking about this?"

Harry looked up. Snape was glaring at him with fire in his eyes.

"Yes," he breathed.

Snape stalked slowly towards him, dark eyes burrowing deep into his own. "What do you want this to mean?"

"I…"

"Tell me," the dark voice commanded.

"That you want me. Desire me," Harry answered softly. It was embarrassing to say it out loud and he wanted to look away but he was spellbound by the pair of fiery dark eyes coming nearer to him.

"And would this be because you yourself want me, desire me?"

"Yes," Harry breathed, unable to deny the man his answer.

Snape now stood just in front of him. "Do you want to know what this look really means?"

Harry nodded silently.

Snape grabbed the desk from behind Harry on either side of is hips and leaned in close. "I do want to crush you." He leaned in closer, placing his lips at Harry's ear."…between my body and my mattress," he whispered seductively.

Harry gasped quietly. He wondered if this was really true, if this was really happening.

Snape pulled away to look at him.

"But I thought you hated me!" Harry marveled.

A half-smile. "Oh, I did. But I haven't hated you since your sixth year."

Harry stared in amazement. "Since sixth year? But you didn't treat me any different."

Snape's lips quirked. "I'm a good actor. How else did I manage to be a successful spy?"

Harry nodded slowly and was just about to ask another question when Snape cut in.

"We can swap stories another time, but I believe we have more urgent matters to attend to." He pursed his lips. "Do I still get to collect my gift?"

Harry cocked his head. "You want to hex and insult me?"

"No, I want to kiss, suck, and bugger you senseless. That is, if you have no objections."

Harry grinned. "None at all."

Snape smiled. "Good."

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There will be just 1 or 2 more chapters to complete this story. :) Before writing ch.4 I thought that ch.4 would be the last, but the story has grown a bit, so it will take 1 or 2 more to finish it. Hot Snarry action is coming up. :D

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