Title: Born To Be Wild

Author: GrapeSmshr

Rated: M

Coupling: HP/SS slashy goodness

Disclaimer: Potter and Snape belong to JKR, but Harry and Sev belong in my heart...

Posted on: August 13, 2007

A/N: Yes, I realize that it has been almost a year and a half since my last update… Since my last post, I kind of lost my way in the land of HP… I was working on other fics in different categories, and my muse kind of flitted away to a long-lost galaxy, never to be heard from again. And then OotP came out, and then DH came out, and my enthusiasm was renewed! So here it is, the last installment of BtbW (yes, I did say last installment). Read on and enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Sweet Escape

Clenching his eyes shut, Severus wondered that if he wished hard enough, the man before him would just disappear. Cracking one eye open, he groaned loudly. No such luck would befall him.

"Cheer up, Severus. We have come to relieve you of this fine establishment," came the cheery reply from Remus Lupin. He exchanged glances with Draco, then added, "Unless that groan was one of disappointment at departing, in which case we should leave you here?"

"Remus!" Harry chastised. "Now is not the time to be joking." He cocked his head to the side. "Why are you here, anyway? Not that I'm not happy to see you," he added hastily.

"I was having a business meeting with Draco when Hermione fire-called. Upon hearing the situation, I felt I simply must witness this for myself. Er, I mean, offer my support."

"And who was I to deprive him of such a spectacle?" Draco added gleefully. He was practically twitching from his restraint of self-righteousness.

"How kind of you," Harry responded dryly. "Now, you think you can get us out of here?" With a sidelong glance at his partner-in-crime, he continued, "We'd rather not overstay our welcome."

"I don't think these lovely officers would say that you are overstaying your welcome. In fact, they would probably enjoy such stellar company."

Growling at the smug look on Draco's face, Severus bit out, "You arrogant little twit! Get us the hell out of here!"

"You know, I just flooed over here, in the middle of a meeting, no less, and all I am receiving are insults. Where is the gratitude?"

Hands clenching tightly into fists, Severus imagined throttling the blonde until his pale face turned blue. He had promised Harry that there would be no violence.. but that didn't mean that he couldn't find some way to hex Draco and stay undetected.

Mustering up every last ounce of self-control, Severus ground out, "My apologies, Draco. I do appreciate your assistance with our… dilemma."

Draco smirked at him, satisfied. For the moment, at least.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, can you please get us out of here?" Harry asked in exasperation. He had had more than his fill of the situation and the abundance of seedy characters, and he was ready to leave.

"Now, hold on a minute," Draco interrupted, an impish smile on his face. Oh, how he was enjoying this. "As I distinctly recall, a while back you said quite adamantly that you would never—never—be in a situation such as this. What, pray tell, could have happened between then and not to warrant such a predicament?"

"Why, you little—"

"Really, Severus, such atrocious manners!" Draco tsked and shook his head. "Hmm, where was I? Oh, yes. During my time of ill decision, when I enlisted your help because you were my most trusted friend, you were nothing but scathing and self-righteous. I do believe an apology is in order."

"What?" Severus was incensed at the blonde's audacity. "When I get out of here, I'm going to—"

"Apologize properly? Because you do want to leave, do you not? I can always take Harry and allow you to enjoy your stay longer. Then you can get to know that sociable bloke better." He pointed to the insipid man from earlier, who was still cowering in the corner. "I don't even want to know what his story is."

Rolling his eyes, Severus drolled, "Ah, my day is looking up already." He was quickly tiring of the blonde, and he had only been in his presence less than five minutes. If this mess wasn't taken care of in the next sixty seconds, he was going to start a riot.

A big one.

"Draco, please. Severus can grovel later." When the man in question went to protest, Harry shot him a withering glare that promised doom if he opened his mouth. As Severus crossed his arms and looked away, Harry continued, "It's been a long day, and I'd really just like to get out of here and go to bed for a while."

"Say no more. You're already processed," an officer broke in, unlocking the cell to let them out.

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Harry wasted no time crossing over to the opposite side of the bars. Ah, sweet freedom. He took a deep breath… and promptly gagged as his nostrils were filled with the rank odor of a struggling man whom an officer was hauling by.

As Severus passed by the cowering man, he threatened under his breath, "Say anything and die."

Remus smartly chose not to comment through most of the ordeal. Just the fact that he was witness to such an event was enough to drive Severus mad for days. He didn't need to make a smart comment, even though he was itching to. And he wasn't about to ask questions. He knew Harry would tell him everything later.

After Harry and Severus collected their belonging, the four made their way outside. "I think it goes without saying that this incident will never leave the four of us," Severus warned with a snarl, glaring at Remus and Draco as he spoke.

"Yes, definitely," Harry echoed, already rehearsing what he was going to tell Hermione, whom had demanded he call her with more details at his earliest convenience. He thanked Merlin that one of his best friends was a Muggle and so had a telephone. Otherwise Harry didn't know how they would have gotten out of there.

"I'll not say a word," Remus swore, hand raised up solemnly.

Draco grinned. "You know me."

"Which is why I made such a statement," Severus answered venomously, glaring at the blonde.

"You can trust me, Severus. I promise," he added cheekily.

Before Severus could lunge at Draco, Harry grabbed his arm and held him at bay. "Please, Sev, let's just get out of here." He met the older man's gaze, silently pleading with him to just let the argument drop.

With a growl, Severus said, "Fine. We are out of here." He grabbed Harry's hand and started to pull him across the parking lot.

"Stay out of trouble, now." Draco called after them, his laughter ringing out loudly.

When they got the motorbike out of lockup, Severus was still seething. As Harry did not want a repeat of earlier events or worse, he gently pried the keys out of his hands. How about I drive." It was a statement, not a question. Surprisingly, he met no resistance.

Soon they were back on the road, reasonably speeding. Throughout the ride back to Severus's place, Harry could feel the tension slowly leave the older man's body. While his grip around Harry loosened, he pressed himself more fully against Harry's back and relaxed the rest of the drive home. It felt so perfect, so right, that Harry almost considered taking another route, a longer one, so that he could extend his enjoyment. Of course, that would look mighty suspicious, so he reluctantly decided against it.

As they pulled to a stop at Severus's flat, Harry turned the engine off and waited for the other man to dismount the bike. After a moment, he still hadn't moved, his body still leaning comfortably against Harry's.

With an audible sigh, Severus finally mumbled reluctantly, "I suppose you want me to move."

Smiling slightly, Harry returned, "I suppose we should go up to your room."

Severus's breath hitched. Harry's words sounded eerily like a proposition. But he wouldn't have done that… Then again, the way Harry was currently pressing his body back into Severus's was almost a surefire indication of some not-so-innocent intentions. Leaning further in, Severus loosened his grip from Harry's waist and allowed his hands to travel up the lean torso, crossing to his back and shoulders and finally up to remove Harry's helmet. Removing his own helmet, he whispered in Harry's ear, "Yes, I suppose we should."

Suppressing a most delicious shiver, Harry immediately felt the loss of warmth as Severus climbed off the bike. He startled as a pale, warm hand enclosed around his own and helped him up. Green met black, unblinking, unrelenting.

A half-smile tugged at the corners of Severus's mouth. He turned and began to lead Harry up to his flat, their hands still tightly entwined.

Harry could feel his heart speed up with each step closer to the flat. His nerves were running rampant, sending pulse after jolting pulse from their joined hands through his entire body. He was slowly going into panic mode. Were Severus and he on the same wavelength? If he was reading these signals wrong, he would be positively mortified. But when they were finally in the flat, there was no mistaking the predatory, lustful stare that Severus had pinned him with. And when Severus began to advance on him, it was most obvious what his intentions were.

With a sly smile, Severus backed Harry up against the door and leaned in until there was barely space between them. One hand rested lightly on Harry's chest, the other settling on a narrow hip.

"Sev," Harry whispered through uneven breaths.

"Harry?" he answered just as softly.

"Kiss me."

Never had Severus heard a better invitation. He swooped in and pressed a ghost of a kiss to Harry's eager and waiting lips. He moved them slightly, slowly, applying only a hint of pressure, knowing that he was driving Harry crazy and enjoying every second of it. He could feel the other man's hips struggling to press themselves forward, but Severus held them firmly in place.

He felt like teasing a bit longer.

Of course, that was before Harry let out a low, frustrated moan that seemed to make his entire body tremble. Severus could slowly feel his self-control slipping.

And suddenly Harry felt himself being pressed into the door, Severus's mouth attacking him with such ferocity that his knees were starting to buckle. He returned the kiss eagerly, linking his hands behind Severus's back and pulling him tightly in.

Their bodies were reacting so delectably to one another that Severus felt it a shame they were still fully clothes. He pulled away from a protesting Harry long enough to divest them of their shirts before once again attaching himself to the younger man. There really was no hope for him now; the musky scent of Harry's skin had invaded his brain and sent him into sensory overload. He began a trail of searing kisses down Harry's throat that became more insistent as the body beneath his began to hum with such intensity that Severus felt his restraint slip that much more.

Pausing briefly to tease Harry's nipples, Severus began his trail lower. Harry's stomach contracted sharply as Severus's tongue danced across it. He was going lower and lower… Halting for half a second, Severus looked up as Harry, giving him a chance to still things if he so wished. When Harry only buried his hands in Severus's hair, the older man resumes his actions.

His hands reached up to undo Harry's straining trousers, slowly unzipping and lowering them, along with Harry's undergarments.

Severus had to admire the masterpiece before him. A clothed Harry was wonderful to look at, but a nude Harry was truly a magnificent sight to behold. Unable to resist such a temptation, he slowly wrapped his mouth around Harry's length.

With a loud moan, Harry's eyes rolled back as Severus's most amazingly talented tongue swirled around and over him in an intricate pattern. All brain functioning ceased; it was simply Severus and him, their bodies melding to one another. As Severus applied a gentle sucking motion, Harry thought he was going to go insane right then and there if he didn't get Severus inside him right now. "Severus. In me. Now," he rasped out breathlessly, opening his eyes just in time to see Severus grinned wickedly around him.

Before he could blink, Severus had him turned around and smashed up against the door. He cried out as a cool, wet finger slowly entered him, followed gently by another as they worked to prepare him for the impending pleasure.

Leaning forward to suck on Harry's earlobe, Severus murmured, "Let me show you how to ride." He took his painstakingly sweet time in pushing into Harry, groaning at the tight heat that surrounded him. Severus was convinced that nothing he had experienced in his entire life had ever felt this good.

And he was determined to make Harry think the same.

He languidly pulled back, moving his hips in a slow rocking motion, teasing Harry with shallower and shallower thrusts. As the younger man began to growl in impatience, Severus pulled out completely and flattened himself up against Harry. "I hope you are sufficiently warmed up now."

When Severus entered him again, Harry felt like his entire body was exploding from the inside out. Each thrust was more powerful, more deep, more wickedly delicious than the last; Harry knew he wasn't going to last long.

Sensing this, Severus quickened the already frenzied pace, one hand gaining leverage on the door beside Harry's head, the other reaching around to stroke Harry in time with his thrusts. It was just a matter of time now…

Harry could feel it, a tightening ball of energy that threatened to drown him in ecstasy. A few more thrusts and he exploded, crying out Severus's name in a strangled gasp as he propped his hands against the door to keep himself upright.

When Harry's body clenched around him, Severus felt himself fall over the edge. He collapsed against Harry, their bodies shuddering in pleasure together as they rode out the last blinding waves of bliss.

After he had calmed down a bit, Severus slowly pushed himself off of Harry and turned him around, kissing him fiercely. He smiled as Harry fell limply against him. "It has been a long day. Shall we retire to my bedroom for some rest?"

"Sleep, yes," Harry agreed immediately with a yawn. He allowed Severus to lead them to his bedroom, where he unceremoniously flopped onto the bed, uncaring of his nakedness.

Chuckling, Severus lay down beside him, summoning the quilt at the foot of the bed. He wrapped an arm around Harry and pulled him close.

As they drifted off, Harry mumbled sleepily, "Sev? Can we go for another ride later?"

"Anytime you'd like, Harry," Severus answered against his neck. "Anytime you'd like."

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Funny thing was, I had expected this fic to last longer… But when I was concluding the chapter, I realized that everything I wanted to happen had pretty much happened. Anything else I added would be filler, and I don't think you guys would appreciate that too much. So, going with my better judgment, I decided to end it on a good note.

I want to thank each and every one of you who stuck with me and pestered me to update. It was nice to know that someone still cared enough to threaten to kick my ass if I didn't update. I hope I did the end justice in your eyes, and I am most definitely rejuvenated in the land of HP. In fact (for those of you interested), I'm currently working on the next chapter to Tis the Season, and I plan on writing the final chapter to Misnomer as well. So keep an eye out for those, and possibly a new story as well!

Thanks again to everyone… I love you all. Peace out!