Title: Tough Love
By: Bridget McKennitt
Summary: Severus finds that his husband has a dirty little secret and punishes him accordingly.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company are owned by J.K. Rowling and other companies.
They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No
challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Warning: Non con rape (sorta), BDSM (sorta)
Author's Notes: This is a Harry/Severus fic. If this does not float your boat, please leave. This fic was written for the first wave of United-Meant To Be fest. Challenge: 19. Incorporate this sentence, "Such a brave little boy you are." Rated Hard R for adult situations. Thank you to snapetoy for being my beta.
Knockturn Alley was not meant just for the dark wizards. It was a lane off Diagon Alley where any wizard needing something that was less than wholesome could go. Dark artifacts were sold in Knockturn, as well as poisons and weapons. Prostitution was also sold in the seedy alley, and the service was used by everyone, though no one wanted to be known that they were using a whore.
One such whore was Harry Potter. He wore a raggedy black cloak that had seen better days with the hood up and baggy pants. It was his work outfit and anyone looking for a prostitute knew him for what he was. Harry leaned against a doorway and waited. There were other whores near his corner, but Harry knew that they were nothing. He was the best at what he did, after all.
Footsteps echoed on the cobbled street, and Harry glanced up, thinking it was his next customer. Harry was not averse to doing whatever a customer wanted. In fact, he took great pleasure in serving those looking for violent sex, in the beatings, the pretend rapes, the use and abuse of his body. It was in those brief moments that he felt alive. At home, everyone did as they were told, no questions asked. But here, he could relax as he took the submissive role, and just breathe. Especially when it concerned Him. It was why he came, night after night, to Knockturn Alley.
Harry focused his eyes on the wizard marching up to him and stifled a gasp that tried to escape from his lips. Only one person in the world could manage to have such anger in his eyes and a deep sneer on his face while staring at Harry. "'Allo, Severus," he said softly. There was no use hiding what he was doing.
"So this is where you have been sneaking off to." Severus grabbed Harry's arm and jerked him forward. "Lucius told me about your nightly excursions, but he did not know where you went. Do you know how dangerous this is? Leaving the mansion without your Inner Circle knowing where you were going or that you even left." He hissed. "Casting a spell on me so *I* wouldn't even notice. You have a lot of nerve."
"I'm working. Leave me alone."
That was the wrong thing to say to Severus. His eyes darkened and he tightened the grip he had on Harry's arm. "Working, is it? And I thought you had your work cut out for you being the Dark Lord and my husband. But no, you just had to add *whore* to that list as well. You're coming with me, Harry."
"No."
"No? I am your husband. You will listen to me."
Harry straightened his pose. "I am the Dark Lord, your Dark Lord. It is, in fact, you who has to listen to me."
"Ah, but you're not the Dark Lord now, are you? Not when you're playing the little whore." Severus pulled a pouch from his pocket and jingled it. "I have Galleons, tons of them. I'd like to purchase your services."
Harry was about to say no, but the offer tempted him. Severus wanted to punish him, and if he was still the whore, Severus would do so severely. As the Dark Lord, no one questioned his will or stood against him, except for Severus. The Potions Master was simply his equal and was the only person Harry would listen to. But not even he would go so far as to do what he was promising in his eyes to the Dark Lord.
"My services don't come cheap."
"I should hope not. I want the best."
"I *am* the best." Harry reached for the pouch but Severus pulled it away from him.
"Not until I'm satisfied. Now, where is your room?" Harry turned around and led Severus to the run down inn towards the end of Knockturn Alley. No one paid attention to them as they crossed the room full of drunkards and went up the creaky stairs. Harry opened a door and closed it when Severus entered.
"Get on the bed."
Harry hurried and followed Severus' orders. "Do you want me to--"
"Silence. You're my slave, Harry, and you have been a very bad boy. You deserve to be punished." From somewhere within his cloak, Severus revealed a long, black leather whip and cracked it once in the air. "Do you think you can handle this, Harry?"
He gulped and nodded his head. None of his clients before had whipped him and the thought excited him.
Severus smirked. "Such a brave little boy you are. Take off your robes and lie face down on the bed. That's it. Arms away from your side, spread your legs. I plan for this to hurt a lot, Harry, but try not to scream."
Without any warning, the end of the whip kissed the skin of Harry's back, leaving a red mark behind. Harry bit his lip to keep himself from screaming, as Severus wanted. Then the whip hit him again, and again. The pain was bearable, almost, but Harry could not forget that it was his husband who was doing this to him. Not some faceless stranger with a thick cock and a pocketful of Galleons. It was his husband, and that was like casting a Crucio on an open wound.
Harry yelped as the whip traveled down to his arse and sliced the sensitive skin there. Severus grabbed his arsecheek and *squeezed*, making Harry squirm. "Didn't I tell you not to scream? This is just like you, Harry. You always bring out the worst in me."
Severus muttered a familiar spell that left tingles in Harry's arse. There was no preparation beyond that as Severus thrust deep into Harry, his skin making contact with Harry's own bloody skin. The older man rode Harry, pounding into him deeper and faster, not caring as Harry suffered through the rape and the pain. He stiffened before coming loudly.
Harry tried to move, but the pain prevented him. Severus pulled out, tucked himself back into his pants, and started wiping the blood, his blood, off the whip. He turned around and kissed Harry on the forehead. "How do you feel?"
"Urgh..."
"I thought so." Severus' hand reached into his side pocket and pulled out a vial. "Healing potion I brewed myself. Do you deserve this?"
"Se--Severus...?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Harry into his arms, careful not to aggravate more of his husband's wounds. "You're mine, you know. Give me your word you won't whore yourself out anymore. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry tried to glare at the older man, but ached far too much to put in that big of an effort. "You're not my boss." His words sounded whiny, even to himself.
"I am. You may be my Dark Lord, but I am still far more experienced then you'll ever be." He opened the top of the vial and gently put it to Harry's mouth. "Go slow. I don't want you to choke."
Harry could feel the potion slowly working on the wounds on his back and arse and sighed with relief. Severus' healing potions were always the best. "'s promise not to play the whore, Sever..us."
He never could go against his husband's wishes once Severus ordered him to do or not do something. It all began when Dumbledore had tricked him into marrying the older man soon after Harry killed Voldemort and rose as the new Dark Lord. In a deseperate attempt, the old Headmaster thought Severus would be able to bring him back to the side of Light. It only brought Severus fully to his side, but the intent of the marriage ceremony remained the same.
There was also the fact that Severus saw and knew Harry like no one else ever could and Harry never wanted to lose the feeling of being the center of his world. It was why he hid his dirty little secret from him.
Soon his eyes began to droop. "Wha...?"
"I combined it with a sleeping draught. Now close your eyes and rest. Your Death Eaters will be wondering where you have been."
Before Harry drifted off to slumber, an evil smile crossed his face. Severus would have to be punished for harming the Dark Lord when they returned. And he knew exactly what to do, what would drive his husband mad for months on end.
He would force Severus to carry his child.
