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He was certain that it was a fever dream… Snape had worn an apron, had threatened, because really that is what it had been, to suck his cock, and then somehow they’d ended up having the most amazing sex that he’d ever had… fuck, that he’d ever imagined.

The man had called him husband… multiple times.

He’d called the man, my wife! And his bollocks hadn’t been hexed clean off his body.

No… it had to have been a dream, and a bloody fantastic one.

His mind was coming to, from a lovely early evening nap. The garden really had taken a toll on his body, he was pleasantly sore in so much of his body, that it was honestly reasonable that he’d had such a lovely dream.

He felt like he’d had marathon sex.

“Stop thinking so loudly, go back to sleep.” He heard a deep rumble from behind him, and it all came rushing back. The reality of his current situation.

The body that was pressed behind him, the arm that was flung across his stomach, holding him tightly to the body that was molded to his back.

He could feel Snape… Severus?! arousal, and they were in what was clearly the mans bedroom.

A wave of heat scoured through his body like a scourgify, leaving him so horny he could barely breathe.

It had all been real. Snape… Severus had wanted him. Had called him husband. Had…

“Oh fuck,” he said out loud, and his voice was rough with the mixture of sex and sleep.

“If you think I have it in me to do that again so soon, you’ll have to do a hell of a job convincing me.” The man said into his neck, and he felt the hairs on his nape stand up.

Yet Severus began to gently kiss his neck, in that spot just under his ear that made him feel heat pool in his groin, and his entire body went up in flames.

”Wife of mine, you are playing with fire.” He growled, and the cock that was hard at his arse, twitched, and to Harry that was enough of enough.

“Call me that again.” Severus growled.

Harry used a mild martial arts move, and in a moment had his thigh over Severus’ body, pushed the man onto his back, and twisted his torso until he was sitting on top of a very hard cock, looking down at the tousled bedhead, of the sexiest man he’d ever known.

Harry leaned down, holding two pale, long arms in each hand out to the side, ”My Wife. He whispered in a low voice that he almost didn’t recognize.

“Did it turn you on, to see me fixing your house?” he asked, as he licked a stripe up the side of Severus’ neck. “Did you feel all hot and bothered, when I was half naked under your sink?” he whispered as he bit the mans earlobe and was rewarded with a shattered breath.

“Wife of mine… you only had to ask.” He continued, as he ground his cock down against the equally hard one that was laying nestled there, just below it.

Severus had a beautiful long prick. In the pale moon light that was flooding the bed, it was impossible to not want to take a look, the apron had rode up during their sleep, and it was a raveled mess around Severus’ torso, leaving his cock on proud display.

“Call me it again,” Harry said, as if a feral beast had possessed him.

There was a beat of silence, and Harry dragged his gaze up from the long, slender prick that was moving obscenely against his, to look into the dark fathomless eyes that were staring at him with such heat it nearly stole his breath.

“Husband.” Severus said, and Harry felt his entire world slip into perfectly clarity.

“I am going to make love to you.” He said, as he gently grabbed both of their cocks and slowly began to stroke them simultaneously. “Then, we are going to go back to sleep.” He continued, as if he was writing in his diary about his plans for the day.

“Tomorrow when we wake up, we are going to have a damn site more conversation about this.” He stopped, grasping both pricks in his hand firmly as he looked up into those deep dark eyes. “Because this will not be the last of… this.” He said, but he sounded far more sure than he felt.

This felt impossible.

“Keep coming around and acting like my husband, I’ll continue to treat you like I am your wife.” Severus said with a sneer, and Harry liked the fire in the man that was underneath him. He rewarded both of them with another long pull on their cocks.

“Is that it then? So when I’ve done fixing up your house, you’ll be done with me? Is that it?” he demanded as he pulled once hard, dragging a moan from both of them.

“Perrrrrrhaaps,” Severus moaned, as he closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow at the sensation of Harry’s thumb dragging across the weeping head of his cock.

“That isn’t the right answer, oh wife of mine.” Harry taunted, as he stopped moving his hand again.

“Oooooh fuck,” Severus muttered, as his eyes opened again and they looked at Harry both dazed and full of such lust.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Harry asked, as he leaned down and gave a small lick to Severus’ right nipple, dragging his hand up and down on their pricks in such a way that sent a lick of fire up his spine.

“Do you only want me because I am doing some manual labor, Snape?” Harry asked, gone enough but not so far, that he wasn’t able to make himself clear. He wanted, Merlin he wanted, but he could tell he was too far gone for the man for this to be something that he just did casually.

“Ffucck,” came the tortured reply, but Severus turned his head, and even in the pale moonlight, Harry could see the flush that was covering the mans cheeks and neck.

“It’s been a few weeks, but I likely have a few months of work to do before I get this house where I feel right.” He dragged his teeth along the left nipple, pulling on it sharply, and a shattered moan filled the room.

“Is that all you want?” he asked, his cock working endlessly between them. “Do you only want me ‘round for a few months. Fixing your pipes,” he said seductively, “taking care of your wood,” he said as he pulled their cocks harshly between them, his eyes closing briefly in unadulterated pleasure. “And then… when I’m done, you’ll just say goodbye to me and be pleased when I leave?”

By then he was so far gone he almost forgot the point, his cock was leaking so much that it was it’s own lubricant and Severus’ wasn’t fairing any differently.

There was nothing but the sound of the wet slide of his hand, the scrape of teeth on skin, the moans of pleasure, that filled the room. He wanted to pull everything from the man underneath him.

He was all but certain that he wanted to make the man his wife, his lover, his husband. He wanted to do a damn sight more than just fix the mans house. He wanted to be in the mans life.

The climax caught them both, when Harry’s hand accidentally pulled up too much and sharply caught the underside of the mushroom heads of their pricks, and they came all over Severus’ taut, toned, stomach.

His body shook, and his core tightened, and he released himself and watched in a mix of awe and ecstasy as Severus’ head fell back and he let himself go.

Harry lay there for a moment, and then rolled off. Knowing that his body was heavy, and he was slowly losing his own grip on wakefulness.

He cleaned them both with a half wave of his hand, and then pulled Severus into his body, curling around the man, holding him securely as he kissed and sucked on the scar tissue that mottled the sexy neck of the man he was holding.

“I want everything,” Severus said, in a voice so soft, it almost disappeared into the air around them.

“Then that is what I will give.” Harry said, and he turned Severus’ face back before he kissed him soundly.

**~~**

The next morning he woke up and the bed next to him was empty. It wasn’t cold, and the bed was unmade, but it was empty nonetheless, and his heart clenched.

He was so sure that they wanted the same thing.

He had more than half expected to wake up with Severus’ in his arms, and they were going to make love languidly in the dawn light, and then he would get up and he’d take a shower with the man.

He threw his arm over his head, as he stretched. He would have to face the music at some point. He hadn’t figured that Snape would be easy to pin down, but he hadn’t realized how much it would hurt that the man had already run away.

Harry threw his feet off the side of the bed, and summoned his clothing that had somehow landed in a trail from the room and into the hallway.

He ended up with a sock, his briefs, and his undershirt.

He decided to forego the sock, and his shirt was still filthy from the garden, so he cast a scourgify on his briefs, and then left the room.

The smell of coffee and food was the first thing he realized when he opened the door, and his stomach clenched.

His feet followed the path of the upstairs hallway, noting that there were plenty of plaster cracks, that reflected not only a lack of upkeep, but some serious foundation repair that would likely need to be done. He caught sight of one of the doors that didn’t close and was jammed partially shut, and the carpets in the corners were curling up and then down, as if the nails had long ago aged with rust and had let go of their fastenings.

He took the first step and not only heard the groan of the wood, but felt it, and the bannister had seen better days… perhaps better years. But it wasn’t just the things that needed fixing that caught his eye.

While there wasn’t much by way of décor, it was a clean home. There wasn’t any dust, and the floors were clean – but the limited décor that there was, looked like it hadn’t been updated since the seventies.

There were only a few photos on the wall going down the stairs, in the four, there were two that had Severus and a woman that Harry had to assume was his mother, in one of the photos there were three people, but the face and shoulders of the man had been burned out, and in the fourth was a photo of what looked like Severus and a little girl.

Harry stopped, and felt his chest constrict as he choked. He knew that little girl.

His mum.

A sound of fabric came up behind him and he turned around, to see that Snape was holding out a cup of coffee for him, and he took it. He felt too raw. Seeing photos of his mum always did that to him.

He took a sip of the cuppa and realized it was exactly the way that he took his coffee, a lot of cream, and a small amount of sugar.

“I was going to bring you coffee in bed.” The man said, and Harry looked up, his eyes felt like they were raw and he was overcome with too many emotions at once to be able to parse through them all.

“You… oh,” Harry said, realizing that his fears were quite unfounded.

There was a moment of silence that past between them before Severus broke it.

“You thought I left you in bed because I was ashamed.” The man said, and though it was accompanied with a sneer, it was unmistakable to tell that there was something soft about the voice that accompanied it.

“I can’t say I wasn’t worried.” Harry replied, as he looked up at the man that was standing over him by a head.

Severus’ sighed, and turned around. “Might as well have breakfast.” He made it to the entryway of the kitchen, before he turned around, “You coming?”

Harry followed the man, and when he entered the kitchen he could see that the old rickety table that was in the corner, held a plate of bread, bacon, and a bowl of eggs was next to it. There was a pitcher of water, and a carafe of coffee and tea.

He sat down, and couldn’t help the smile that threatened.

“Don’t you dare make a snide remark. I… I enjoy cooking.” Severus said, and it would be impossible not to miss the heat, the shame that masked the entire encounter.

“Crimeny, Sev, I am not going to make a snide remark.” He sat back, resting his cup on the table between them and really looked at the man sitting across the table.

“Why are you here?” Severus asked him, again, and this time Harry gave up on trying to make it make sense, and just said the truth as close as he could get it.

“I have to be. I want to be. You… I can’t get you out of my mind. Being here… makes the thoughts stop.” He picked up his cup and took a sip, relishing the way that it sent electricity through his brain. “I am always on the go with work, but lately… it doesn’t fulfull me the same way. Been years, and I just have to fill all my time up or the thoughts… they don’t stop.”

He looked out over the back window into the garden that still needed some work, but was looking better than before.

“About a month or so ago, I realized I hadn’t seen you in a while and I didn’t really like that. I had a sudden overwhelming need to change that. Then when I showed up, I figured that you might still hate me, but at least… I don’t know, I could help around. Maybe, be so useful that you’d end up at least tolerating me.”

He lapsed into silence, unable to really explain that he’d realized too quickly how and why he’d been so needy to be here. It was a lot to explain to the man that he hadn’t realized he’d loved, that well… he loved him.

“So you were just going to work on my house with or without my approval and hope that I, a man famed for being disagreeable, would just let that happen?” Severus asked, and Harry could hear the smirk.

“Look, I didn’t say that it was a fool proof plan, but I am as stubborn as you are disagreeable.” He said, and was rewarded with a light stinging hex to his ear.

“Hey!” he yelled, but it was followed by his own chuckle.

They lapsed into silence as they plated their food, and then began eating. It was an entirely comfortable silence, which was something altogether foreign for Harry to begin with, let alone with the very man that was across from him.

“I never pegged you for gay. It never crossed my mind.” He said, after he finished his food, but he picked his cup back up and took another sip. “But last night… Christ, Sev, that was the best that I’ve ever had, and I will be damned if I didn’t want more.”

There was a protracted pause and then Snape sighed, leaning back into his own chair, holding his tea in his hands like it was a shield, “I told you I want everything.”

“What does that even mean?” Harry replied before he meant to.

“It means exactly what I am saying. I want this. You, fucking around my home, fixing things I’d long decided weren’t worth the effort, while I make potions and then,” there was a small pause, “take care of you as thanks for taking care of…me.”

“What about… the husband and wife talk then?” Harry asked, feeling the stirring in his stomach at the memory of the way it had felt to be called that… to say it.

“I am an intensely private man. I…” Harry looked up and caught the serious expression across the table from him, aimed directly at him. “There are things that will happen between us, that will not happen outside of this house, or rather… will not happen when we are not so private.”

“Do you wish for this all to be a secret?” Harry demanded. “I don’t like that.” He said, realizing rather quickly that he didn’t want this to be a dirty secret. “I am not ashamed.” He finished.

“No, you… you foolish boy.”

“Man.”

There was a pause again, and though he could clearly see the smirk, Snapes eyes were full of fondness, “man then. I am merely saying that what happened yesterday and last night, can happen… again. But when we are outside, when you inevitably require me to be on your arm, I will require a certain respect that is different than between these walls.”

Harry took it in, and realized rather quickly what he was being offered.

“You want to be my wife in private, but my… husband in public.”

There was a catch in his chest, it wasn’t a proposal, but it felt like a damn sight close enough to being one that he realized he wanted it more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.

“Yes.” Came Severus’ soft reply, and that flush was back, crawling up the mans long neck, making Harry want to pull the soft black shirt off him to see how far below the collar it went.

“Merlin, fuck.” He said, as he felt his prick stir in his briefs.

He felt the immistakable arousal that was lighting his nerves on fire.

“I am going to send a message to Dawlish and let him know that I will be out of office on a sudden vacation for a few days. How much time do you need to finish whatever orders you have?” he asked, trying and failing at nonchalance.

“If I am unbothered, I can have everything done by midday. Why?”

“Because I want to play house, wife and I don’t want either of us to be distracted.” He growled, and was rewarded when that flushed turned to a full blush.

“Go send your message then, I will clean up in here. My laboratory is in the basement. Do not bother me, if you… want to make due on that promise.”

“I always follow through.” He replied, and he felt feral.

He watched as Severus got up, and it was impossible not to miss the bulge that the man was sporting.

“Do you think you might ever be willing to use that on me then?” he asked, as he stood up and pushed his body up against Snapes at the counter, pressing the man against the wood and his cock, as he put his hand down the silk sleep trousers, and grabbed the long and beautiful prick that was beginning to harden.

“If my husband requires anything of me… after he’s worked so hard on the house all day, who am I to refuse?” Severus said, and the way that his voice caught, his tone was deep and seductive, filled Harry with a bolt of lust.

“After I get done taking care of all of the pipes today, I plan on having you use this expertly to please me, my wife”