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Title: A Doctor's Orders, 1/1

Author: Myk

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: SS/HP

Warning: Doctor/Patient relations

Summary: PWP, Professor Severus Snape finally becomes ill and must seek out the tender mercies that he will only receive from the hands of qualified healers.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own. Don't sue.

Severus Snape cursed his own betraying body as he let out another sneeze. He was the Potions master for Merlin's sake, there shouldn't be any illness out there that he shouldn't be able to cure with his vast stores of medicinal potions. And yet here he was, stuffy nosed, red, watery eyes, with a hacking dry cough and copious amounts of sneezing, sitting in the Infirmary to await on Madame Pomfrey and her healing talents. It really did irk him that he hadn't been able to deal with this himself. He truly did hate the woman's mother hen tendencies, and he knew that he would be stuck here even after she had cured him. She would need to 'observe' him, but he truly thought that she simply didn't like the idea of anyone ever leaving the Hospital Wing in fear of them becoming injured or ill again.

Sneering as the woman blustered into the room, flitting and skirting from one side to the other while making an awful racket, Severus' heart nearly stopped beating as his eyes widened at who entered next. Carefully schooling his features into that of ill-disguised loathing, Severus addressed the menace he had thought he had gotten rid of. Surely the boy should not be here. "And what, Mr. Potter, do you think you are doing here? I am fairly certain, though loathed as I am to admit, that you graduated last year." Giving the boy a poisonous look, he impatiently waited for his reply, a tart and snappy reply on the tip of his tongue, but he was not prepared for the answer he received.

"Professor Snape, I am here under Madame Pomfrey's tutelage, as she will be retiring in a few years. I will be taking up the post as Hogwarts' Mediwizard when she deems me well enough equipped to do her job. After all," sending his own heated gaze at the man, "I did graduate with top grades in Healing magic."

Getting ready to send an acidic retort back to the impertinent little brat for his cheek, Severus railed in outrage as he watched him turn his back on him. How dare he, an immature child, turn his back on Severus Snape, Potions master extraordinaire. Fuming at the boy, Severus turned his glare towards the mediwitch that was standing near by.

"I do hope that you are not planning on allowing this," sneering his next word, Severus eyes flickered to Harry, "boy work on me." Watching said boy tense at Severus cold words, he turned back to Pomfrey. "If that is the case, than I think I shall simply leave."

"Severus Snape, you seat your bum right back down on that bed! You are not going anywhere until either I or Harry say so. And yes, Harry will be looking you over, as he is a very competent and full grown wizard. A man," stressing that word the woman continued, "that is quite capable of seeing to what you need as I am very busy at the moment. You, Severus, are not the only patient we have." Turning with a swish of her robe that was very reminiscent of the man on the bed, Madame Pomfrey made her way from his private room to go cater to the ill students.

Sighing, Severus thought 'Well, at least I get my own private room, as I am a teacher. That means I won't have to let the students see Harry Potter taking care of me as though I am feeble and unable to do so myself.'

Startled out of his thoughts by the soft touch of a hand on his shoulder, Severus let his Death Eater training take over. His only problem was his lack of wand, so he opted for a more physical attack instead. Grabbing his 'aggressor's' wrist as the hand attempted to withdraw, Severus flung the person onto his bed, straddling the shocked body below him. Feeling it attempt to buck him and push him off, he pinned the other hand above the person's head with their first hand. Firmly clamping his thighs around the unknown attackers abdomen he applied enough pressure to cause them to become still, fearing that he would cause damage.

Finally satisfied that he had his attacker subdued, he looked down into the startled and slightly frightened face of Harry Potter. He couldn't stop from blushing hotly as he realized what he had just done, and who he had pinned below him. Although, some part of his brain did supply that it rather liked Harry like that. Pinned, helpless, totally at Snape's mercy to do with as he pleased. Pushing these thoughts quickly from his mind less they cause a noticeable problem, Severus leapt, well attempted to leap, from the bed, but only managed to fall onto the body below him.

Getting over his own fright, Harry allowed his healing instincts to take over as he realized the man must be sicker than he thought to allow himself to become so deeply ensconced in his memories. That fact was only cemented when the man attempted to get off of him, only to fall more firmly against his body. Harry gently rolled the older man off of himself, ignoring the half attempted apologies, and making sure that he didn't roll him too far and right off the edge of the bed. Scooting out of the bed himself, he arranged Severus comfortably on his back, pushing his sweaty hair out of his forehead. Frowning at the feel of the clammy hot skin, Harry quickly walked to where he had sat his wand.

Retrieving his wand, he made his way back to Severus' side, doing a rather simple charm that told him the body temperature of the other man. His frown only deepened when the charm showed Severus' temperature at 104°. This was not good. If his temperature continued to rise it could cause serious and permanent damage to the man's brain, or worse yet, it could kill him. This was simply inexcusable and unallowable. Nodding once in his resolved determination, Harry cast a cooling charm on the blankets before placing them on the man. Running to the cabinets that they stored their potions in, he grabbed a fever reducer. He could work on the man's other symptoms when he had dealt with the more threatening issue of the fever.

Knowing that if the fever reducing potion was going to work it would work immediately, Harry cast the charm to read his temperature again, becoming dismayed when it glared out at him at 105°. Biting his lip in consternation, Harry decided that maybe the muggle methods of treating a fever would work better. And with his new resolve and renewed determination, Harry set out to the bathroom, drawing a luke warm bath. He then carefully stripped the older and taller man of his clothing, watching him cautiously as he started to stir.

The first conscious thing that Severus became aware of was that someone was removing his clothing. Struggling futilely against the hands, Severus was dismayed to discover he was much too weak to stop the hands from doing whatever they wanted. Opening his eyes he gave a steely death glare full of menace and promised pain and revenge to the one who yielded the hands that were doing these things to him. And meeting the emerald orbs of that Potter brat did nothing to discourage the glare, it only intensified it. Those intense green eyes only renewed the Potions master's vigor at removing the offending hands, but he still found himself too weak. He had thought that surely the fact that it was Potter disrobing him would have been enough to lift the hazy veil that seemed to enclose around him.

"You need to cease and desist what you are doing, Mr. Potter, or Gryffindor House will find itself so far in the negative that they shall never resurface even years from now." Blinking slightly as he watched one Harry become two, the man became confused as to which Harry he should scowl at. Deciding that they were both equally deserving of his indignation he simply leveled the glare at them both. Luckily for him they were standing practically on top of one another.

Sighing, Harry ignored the man in favor of removing the rest of his clothing, becoming increasingly frustrated with the copious amount of buttons they man's clothes possessed. "I need to remove your clothing, Professor Snape, as your fever is not going down. And before you ask, yes I have tried a fever reducing potion and cooling charms. Your fever has only elevated with these measures. Therefore, a cool bath will do you some good as it appears that muggle methods is what this illness needs."

Crowing in triumph as he finally got the last button done, Harry stripped the man of his last remaining garments, blushing slightly as he discovered that Severus preferred to go commando. Trying to ignore his swelling desire for his delectable patient, he attempted to sit the struggling man up. Besides, what was wrong with him? He shouldn't become aroused at a patient, especially this patient, when they were sick or in need of medical assistance.

"Can you stand, Professor, or am I going to have to cast a levitating charm on you?" Watching the man attempt to push himself from the bed with great patience, Harry decided to intervene. Reaching below Severus' arms and ignored the hissed protests, he hoisted the man to his own two feet, steadying him as he swayed. Firmly wrapping an arm around his waist, Harry started a slow walk to the bathroom, sincerely hoping that he didn't need the charm. It was a nice feeling to have Severus' body against his; it was nice and firm, well toned, and quite enjoyable even if it was all sweaty from the fever. Mentally slapping and berating himself, Harry didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when they reached the bathroom without any mishaps.

Once he had the older man next to the tub he sat him on the edge of it, using one hand to steady him, and the other to grab a slender pale leg and move it over the edge and into the luke warm water.

Hissing, Severus said, "It's hot, damn you! Are you trying to scald me?"

"It is not hot, Professor Snape; it just seems that way because your fever is messing with your skin sensitivity. Soon the water will probably feel rather cold. Possibly even icy even though it is charmed to stay at this temperature." During his talking, Harry had taken the other leg and gently moved it over and into the water with the first. Helping the man slide down into the tub Harry hoped that this helped.

Giving a half-hearted glare to the insolent twerp, Severus said, "I do believe you honestly want me to take those points, Mr. Potter, and to give you a detention for your cheek. Yes, I think that will do nicely."

Rolling his eyes heavenward Harry confirmed that the man was indeed delusional and not completely lucid. "Come now, Professor Snape, as you stated earlier, I have already graduated from this establishment. You can not take points or give detentions to people who are not students."

Receiving a non-commital grunt from the man in the tub, Harry continued to observe him. The last thing he needed was for the man to lose consciousness and drown in the water while under Harry's care. People would probably think he did it on purpose.

After about a fifteen minute soak in the tub Harry cast the charm again to discover the man's temperature. And while it had not went up anymore, Harry was not happy to note that it hadn't gone down either. It was still at a rather dangerous level.

"Professor Snape, I have to warn you that your bath is about to get a lot colder." When the man ignored him Harry glared. Fine, if he wanted to be that way, then Harry would let him. Pointing his wand at the water, Harry quickly said an incantation and tiny chunks of ice started appearing in the bath.

"What the?!" Glaring at the raven haired boy, Severus was surprised to see him chewing on his bottom lip in a rather worried manner. The boy is actually worried about me. I would have never thought that would happen. Deciding that maybe, just maybe, the boy was sincere and genuine, not malicious and vindictive, Severus decided to attempt to cooperate with him. After all, he did seem to know what he was doing.

"Mr. Potter, I guess if we are going to be stuck in each other's company for the night, or how ever long this takes, that you may call me Severus." Looking sullenly at the boy as though that act had wounded him, he awaited his response.

Smiling brightly, Harry said, "All right, Severus, then I insist that you call me Harry. Enough with this Mr. Potter business. We will be co-workers, than we might as well be civil with each other."

He's got a beautiful smile. It makes his jewel like eyes light up. I did not just think that. What Severus wouldn't give at this moment to be able to glare at his own mind in consternation at its betraying thoughts. There was no way in hell that he was attracted to Harry Potter of all people. It was simply inconceivable.

Chattering at the cold and noticing the blue tinge his skin was starting to take, Severus brow creased in concentration. This should not be happening. He hadn't been in the cold water for that long. Hearing the in drawn breath from Harry, he knew that he too had seen the results. Feeling the charm to check his temperature cast on him again, he couldn't help but be a little worried when there was another startled gasp and he felt himself pulled by magic out of the water, dried and levitated back to his bed.

Shivering in spite of his normal demeanor, Severus wondered why he had become cold so fast. Surely that should not have happened. He came around when he vaguely started to hear Harry muttering out every warming charm that he knew, and he could tell that the young man was starting to become rather frustrated when nothing seemed to work. Although he surely didn't expect Harry to do what he did.

Deciding that again magic would be of no use, Harry quickly stripped of his own clothing, crawling onto the bed with the startled man, and sprawling across him. He attempted to cover as much bare skin as possible, covering the both of them with a blanket as he did so. This illness was really throwing him for a loop.

"W-what do you t-think you are doing?!" Hearing his voice become slightly shrill and his face heat up, Severus cursed being ill. It was certainly screwing with his personality. He was not a stutterer like Quirrel had been, and he was not a hormonal teenage boy who had just found himself in close proximity of his crush. Glaring up into unperturbed green eyes, Severus felt him glare leaving him as he became lost in the younger man's eyes.

"I have to get your body temperature back up, and fast. I am worried that attempting another bath would cause your body to go into shock, so this is the quickest way to deal with it. I know that it is undesirable to have me on you naked, but it is the best I can do. And as I know you are disgusted by me and my body, I ask that you put up with this so that I may work on saving your life. You are invaluable to the Light and to us. We need you." Seeing the look in those onyx eyes that pretty much was calling him a fool, he tried to clarify. "I know that Voldemort is gone, but you are helping to mold our youth into distinguished and good wizards and witches. Helping to ensure that none of them turn to the dark and become the next Dark Lord."

Staring at the man, Severus had never realized that was how the other viewed him. He had never realized that he had a point and purpose to do at Hogwarts. He thought the only useful thing he did was supply them with potions and potion lessons. Lifting his head from the bed, Severus pressed his blue tinted lips to the rose colored ones above him, slipping his tongue into his mouth when he gave a startled gasp. Mapping the wet cavern, Severus ran his tongue over Harry's smooth, straight teeth and massaged Harry's tongue.

Emboldened by what Severus had done, Harry followed his retreating tongue to its originators mouth. He then set out to explore Severus' mouth, committing it to memory. He loved his flavor. The older man's mouth consisted of mint and honey, with just a taste of potion fumes. He wasn't sure if potion fumes was even a taste, but that is what it made him think of. It was definitely a distinct Severus taste.

Pulling away from each other's mouth, jet black met emerald green, both panting and flushed from the experience and steadily becoming more aroused. Observing the other man's rather flushed face, Harry blushed from embarrassment. Here he was getting off an a sick, delusional man rather than assisting him in finding out what was wrong and curing him of his illness. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Looking properly cowed by the experience, Harry moved to get off of Severus, only to find himself stopped by the restraining arms that had wrapped firmly around his waist.

"I do believe, Harry, that it was I that initiated the kiss, not you. Therefore, if anyone has anything to be sorry about, it is me."

"No, you don't understand, I am taking advantage of you during this vulnerable period of your sickness. If you were in your right mind, you never would have kissed me. I should be worried about your fever and illness, and how to suppress them." When the arms around him only tightened, Harry let out a frustrated and undignified mewl of minimal protest. He really didn't mind being held against such an arousing body. It was nice and firm, and it simply felt delicious to be held like this, as though they were lovers. "Really now, Severus, I have to get up."

"No, I think not. I do believe that you are doing me a world of good just as you are. Naked and at my complete mercy." After finishing these words, Severus used his restored strength to flip the younger man over and below him, quickly grabbing and restraining his arms above his head. He effectively trapped the rest of Harry with his own body, as he was a good deal taller than the man. "As you can see, I am doing much better."

Which I myself find odd. Who knew that Harry Potter's kisses had rejuvenating qualities. I'll have to kiss him more often, and then I'll always be at the top of my game. Smirking down to the flustered young man below him, he wrenched the man's wand from his slackened hands, and used it to lock and ward the doors. He briefly considered using it to actually bind the younger man, but decided that he didn't think it would take all that much convincing to get him to play along.

Quietly summoning a jar of lubricant, he made sure to keep it out of sights from the other man. He didn't want to scare him off too soon, not when he was writhing and wiggling so enticingly below him. Turning back to his captured quarry, Severus' mouth quickly descended onto the other's again. He couldn't get enough of his taste; it was a taste that he could quickly become addicted to. Swiping his tongue around his mouth, he got as much of the chocolate and strawberries flavor from the man. He thought that there was a vague other hint of flavor, but he couldn't quite make out what it was. Of course, at the moment, he really didn't care.

Feeling Harry practically melt into his kiss, and feeling the moan he released into his mouth, Severus mentally smirked before releasing his hands. He didn't think that his new love interest would be fighting him any longer.

Feeling the now released hands threading through his own raven locks, Severus allowed the younger to deepen the kiss, allowing Harry access to his mouth. Moving his own free hands over his cheeks, Severus continued a downward journey, stopping when he reached the man's chest. Running his hands over the smooth plane set out before him, Severus found his nipples and started rolling and pinching the little nubs between his fingers. He loved the moans that Harry released into his mouth at this action.

Pulling his mouth from the other's enticing mouth, Severus' tongue followed his hands paths, only stopping long enough on his neck to suckle and bite down, soothing the hurt with his tongue, and marking the young man as his. Satisfied with his mark, his mouth and tongue joined his hands. Taking a dusty rose colored nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the nub, lightly biting and nipping at it. He made sure that it was torturously hard, along with another part of Harry's anatomy that he was ignoring at the moment, before repeating the process on the other nipple.

Finally satiated with that activity, Severus moved down the young man's abdomen, following the lines set between his abs. Gently tracing circles around Harry's navel, his tongue darted in and out of the tiny bud like opening, enjoying the cries it aroused from the other man. He knew that Harry was desperate to get him just a bit lower, but he wanted to draw out this exquisiteness for as long as he humanly could. He wasn't quite ready for the fun to end.

Continuing his tongues journey, it made a path down Harry's hipbone, completely ignoring the straining erection that was so tantalizingly close. Smirking as Harry spread his legs, offering Severus a more comfortable position for his tortures, Severus took that as an open invitation to continue just as he had, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. Nibbling on his inner thighs, he continued going downward, paying lavish attention to the backs of Harry's knees before moving down to his ankles.

When he finally reached the foot of the first leg, he moved on to the other leg and repeated what he had done. He couldn't believe how responsive the Gryffindor man was being, especially when it came to the backs of his knees. Paying extra special attention to those, he surreptitiously brought a hand to Harry's engorged cock, running his index finger up the underside, and drawing a startled gasp before a deep indrawn breath was taken and held, as though waiting to see if he would repeat what he had done.

Deciding to be slightly merciful, Severus moved his mouth from it's position at the back of Harry's knee to his swollen and aroused cock. Without any warning, he took the member into his mouth, all the way to the base, and hummed.

"Oh gods! Ah..unh...Severus...yes!" Listening to the incoherent ramblings of his bed mate, Severus decided that he was definitely doing this right for the man as he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. Swirling his tongue around the cock in his mouth, Severus pulled up to the tip of his cock, darting his tongue over the tip and teasing the slit. Choosing his speed to be mercifully slow, he started his slow bobbing. He sucked and twirled and teased the member in his mouth, causing more incoherent phrases to fall past the lips of his lover.

"Please, Sev, faster! Do something!"

Ignoring Harry's cries for a faster pace, Severus carefully unscrewed the lubricant as he continued to expertly suck off the younger man. Dipping his fingers into the lube, he swirled them around, making sure that they were thoroughly coated before removing them from the slick substance. Bringing his slick fingers up to Harry's puckered opening, he circled his index finger around his hidden opening before slowly pushing it in amidst the keening cries of Harry's pleasure. Scraping his nail careful down Harry's delicate inner tissues, Severus pushed in and out, searching for a particular spot deep inside of Harry. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face as Harry's emerald eyes opened wide and his body bucked forward with a very sensual moan. He had found Harry's prostate.

Continuing to suck Harry's cock, Severus applied liberal pressure on his prostate while using his other hand to tweak a nipple. It didn't take long of this before Harry was in sensual overload; arching up and yelling out Severus name, he came. "Ungh…Severus!"

Collapsing back onto the bed, Harry panted at the exertion he felt. Feeling a mouth latch onto his own, he willingly opened to the onslaught of the other's tongue. He moaned in appreciation as he could still taste his seed on his tongue. Sucking on Severus' tongue, he mewled as he was expertly fondled to erection again, and he moaned as his mouth left his.

"Please, please, need you. Please." Pleading with the man he arched wantonly again when a second finger followed the first. He loved the sensation of his fingers up his arse, but new it would be even better when something much larger came into play.

Looking at the young man that was splayed beneath him, Severus again kissed him, continuing his stretching. The younger man was very, very tight, and he didn't want to hurt him when he finally took him. He couldn't wait to feel his own cock snug in that tight, velvety heat being gripped firmly on every side. He could practically feel it now.

Pushing a third finger into the tight opening, he spread the three apart, scissoring them to stretch. He still felt impossibly tight, but he knew he must not be hurting him because Harry was still moaning and mewling, arching and begging. Listening to the man's pleadings only made him want to take him that much more.

Deciding that he was as loose as he was going to get, Severus used his free hand to lube his own cock before removing his fingers. Listening to the whine that Harry let out at the loss of his fingers, he shushed him. "Quiet now, it's on to bigger and better things." Smirking at the man, he positioned the head of his cock at his opening, slightly pushing against the resisting anal muscles. "I need you to relax and bear down when I start to slide in. It will make it much easier on the both of us if you do this."

Feeling the other man start to push him past his entrance, Harry held back a cry as he felt how large the other man was. He was by no means a virgin, but he didn't have a lot of experience. Doing as the other had asked he started to push against the intrusion and felt that Severus was sliding in a lot easier. Sighing in relief, Harry mewled as he enjoyed the feeling of being filled.

Once Severus was fully seated inside of Harry, he held still, allowing the man to adjust to the feeling of being filled. It took a lot of self-control to just not start to fuck the man into the bed. The feel of the tight heat enveloping his cock was enough to make him feel as though he would explode any moment. "Mmmm…so tight, Harry. So good." Stroking Harry's flanks, he waited.

Glaring up at the unmoving body, Harry wriggled around, further impaling himself on the cock that was invading his body, before attempting to pull back and repeating the process. He was thrilled when he heard the other man moan, and he was ecstatic when the man started to move.

Impertinent little brat. Well, I'll give him what he wants. Moving his hips, Severus started a slow pace, rotating his hips until he found the angle he was looking for. How he loved the mewls, groans and moans, and how he enjoyed his power to drive Harry into nothing more than an uncomprehendable mass of rambling nonsense.

"Hn…ungh…please…oh God…Sev! Ungh…" Meeting Severus thrust for thrust, Harry gave up on even his ramblings when Severus continually brushed his prostate. Wrapping his legs around his lover's back, Harry urged him on faster, using his legs as leverage to help speed up the process.

Complying with Harry's wishes Severus did speed up. He knew that neither of them would last long, and he didn't think that he had the self-control to continue the slow pace any longer. Pushing in with earnest desire, Severus wrapped a free hand around Harry's new arousal, pumping it with his thrusting, listening to the moan he drew from the raven-haired man at this action.

"Come for me, Harry." Hearing the sensual and erotic way that the older man said it, Harry could do nothing but comply. Arching off of the bed and staring unseeingly at the ceiling, he called out to Severus again as he came, shooting his semen all over his lover's hand and his own chest.

Watching Harry come was enough to really do it for Severus. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever watched, and he was only able to push in a few more times before the spasming muscles clenching his erection was too much too take. Coming deep inside of Harry, Severus let his own fluids scorch a path inside of the man before pulling his milked and softening cock from his opening.

Kissing him, Severus rolled off of Harry's body, laying practically on top of him due to the rather small bed. Rolling Harry onto his side, he pulled his unresisting body against his, spooning up to him. Throwing a slender, pale leg over Harry's body and wrapping his arms firmly around him, Severus started to drift into a willing and happy unconsciousness.

Twisting around and sitting up, Harry looked at his new lover. "I never did discover what was wrong with you, Severus. I guess that I shall have to stay here and keep an eye on you." Smiling sleepily at the other, Harry snuggled back down against the warm body behind him. Content with the fact that he didn't discover what was wrong. Besides, it would give him an excuse to spend more time with the other man.

"Doctor's orders?" Severus asked with a smirk causing the slightest upraising of his lips. Looking down at the messy raven hair, Severus placed a chaste kiss on top of his hair.

"Yes, definitely. Doctor's orders." Closing their eyes, Severus and Harry drifted into a content sleep, dreaming of more fulfilling Doctor/patient sessions.

The End