Author: asnowyowl
Title: The Importance of Chocolate Cake
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Summary: Severus and Harry bond over chocolate cake
Warnings: Messy food smut
Rating: NC17/Mature
Word Count: 1882
Notes: Written for tamara_severia's birthday. She asked for Snarry and chocolate cake. I hope you enjoy it, hun. And maybe the boys will share some cake with you. Unbeta'd because I just now got it done, hopefully I've found the majority of errors.



The Importance of Chocolate Cake

He never did find Kreacher the night of the battle, never got his sandwich, though that was to be understood. After all, the House Elves had their own war casualties to contend with. Instead Harry'd fallen into a dreamless sleep and woken hours later, still bone weary, but also famished.

He crept through the halls, staying out of sight of mourners and revelers alike, having no stomach for either cause. He'd just arrived at the fruit portrait that would grant him access to the kitchens, when the portrait swung forward and Severus Snape emerged.

Snape stopped, a fork rattling on a plate he carried. "Potter." He nodded.

"How are you feeling, Professor?" Truly, of everyone who was injured in the battle, this man was the one Harry was most worried about, or would be if he weren't so exhausted. He tried to get a glimpse of the Professor's neck, where he was sure, even with expert medical attention, a scar would always remain.

"I am passable." Snape paused for a moment as if weighing his words. "And you?"

The question didn't seem worth answering, especially when Harry had no idea how he was. Digging around in the pockets of his robes, Harry pulled out the vial of memories he was carrying. "Thank you, sir. I wish I would have known some of this sooner." It was only when he attempted to give the man the vial that Harry noticed what Snape was carrying. He licked his lips. "Chocolate cake?"

"Yes."

"Two pieces?"

Snape snorted. "So it seems."

"Who's the other one for?"

"You, actually."

"Me?" Harry squeaked. If history were any indication, the cake would be poisoned, or laced with Veritaserum. "Why me?"

A small smile graced Snape's lips. "I would say you've earned it." He shrugged. "Or it might be that I was hoping to barter for my memories."

Harry reached out and snagged one of the plates of cake, replacing it with the vial. "No need to barter, but I won't say no to the cake." He stuck a finger in the icing and licked it clean.

"I have come to believe, Mr. Potter, that well-made chocolate cake can make a pleasant event even more congenial, or a sad one slightly more bearable."

"I'm not sure if tonight's events were happy or sad."

"Both, I believe."

They sat together on a dungeon staircase and ate cake in silence.


~~!!Chocolate!!~~~~!!Chocolate!!~~


It had taken more than a decade, three children, a broken marriage, and countless chocolate cakes shared with Severus (celebrating the happy events, mourning the sad) before Harry realized that, like chocolate cake, his world was always better when Severus Snape was in it.

It hadn't taken long to convince Severus they should be together permanently. Actually, Severus had probably figured it out long before Harry did.


~~!!Chocolate!!~~~~!!Chocolate!!~~


Harry stepped into their rooms at Hogwarts, a cake balanced in one hand, a covered bowl in the other. "Happy Anniversary, Severus."

Severus peered over his newspaper and harrumphed. "Anniversary? We've only been bonded a few weeks."

Harry set the cake down on the table but kept the bowl clutched tightly in his hands. "Ah. But it was a year ago today that we first made love." He watched as Severus's cheeks tinged red, still amazed that he was the only person who could bring out such a reaction in the man. Even after a year of making love at every opportunity, Severus was still reticent about talking about it outside of the bedroom.

Severus set his newspaper aside and stood. "Perhaps we should take this celebration to the bedroom."

Striding forward, Harry gently pushed Severus back down in his armchair and settled on his lap, facing his husband. "We don't need the bedroom to have some fun."

"I prefer the bedroom."

"That's only because we haven't tried out the sitting-room, or the library."

Severus made a choking noise.

Harry uncovered the bowl and dipped a finger in, spreading a dollop of sweets along Severus's jaw. He leaned forward and licked. "Or the kitchen. Or the den."

"Chocolate icing?"

Harry licked again, this time almost to Severus's ear, the sweet chocolate blending perfectly with the light tang of Severus's skin. "Mmm hmmm."

With chocolate smudged fingers, Harry undid the top three buttons of Severus's shirt. He dipped a finger back into the icing and traced it from the pulse point of Severus's neck, over the ridges of his scar, to his Adam's apple He followed with lips and tongue.

Severus gasped and tilted his head back. "Bedroom," he rasped.

"I like it here." More buttons were freed, more icing applied and then removed. Before many minutes, Severus's shirt was a crumpled heap on the floor and his chest was covered with tracings of saliva and icing: streaks down the washboard of his ribs, swirls framing each nipple, sparse chest hair frozen stickily in place.

Harry's fingers were just fumbling with the fastenings of Severus's trousers when Severus plucked the bowl from his hands, grabbed him around the waist, and stood. "I believe I'll take it from here," he growled. Harry was quickly positioned so he was kneeling on the seat of the chair, draped face-first over the back. A whispered spell left him completely nude. The skin-warmed leather was silky against his cock. Harry twitched his hips, pressing his prick forward.

Severus slapped his bum. "There will be no frotting against my chair."

"Then perhaps you should see to my pleasure."

Severus swatted him again. "I intend to."

The first touch of a chocolate covered finger to Harry's back was tantalizing. The icing was cool and creamy on his skin. Harry hummed at the feeling, and then moaned when Severus's tongue swept over the paths his fingers had forged. "So good…"

"Yes, the elves make acceptable icing."

Harry chuckled, then gasped as a stripe was laid down his back, following his spine to his tailbone. The cleaning stoke of tongue went in the opposite direction, bottom to top.

"Look at me."

Harry turned.

Severus made a show of transfiguring the bowl into a cloth bag with a strange nozzle at one end.

"What's that?"

"An icing bag. Used by pastry chefs to decorate cakes."

"What are you going to do with it?" Harry narrowed his eyes, wondering what was in store for him."

"I have a few well chosen words for you. Now turn around and pay attention. See if you can figure out what I'm writing."

Harry sighed as he turned. Leave it to Severus to twist their lovemaking into some sort of challenge. But since Harry was never one to shirk a dare, he focused on his back and waited.

It felt vastly different from when Severus applied the icing with his fingers. This way, the icing seemed to fall to his skin, looping and curling about. It took Harry several seconds to begin to feel the pattern, but by then he'd missed at least two words.

"What does it say?" Severus asked, his mouth close to Harry's ear.

"I didn’t get the first, but you ended with your name."

"Perhaps you'll figure it out as I lick it off."

It was hard work concentrating when Severus's tongue was on him, but after a few moments, Harry gasped, "Property of Severus Snape? Full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Only stating the truth."

Harry snorted, but fell silent when words began once again dropping onto his skin. He missed the first letter or two, but caught up easily enough. This time, before Severus could lick the icing, Harry spun around and glared at him. "I am not a Slytherin concubine."

"Husband, lover, concubine…" Severus smirked and shrugged.

Harry knew when Severus was trying to rile him, so he shot back, "I suppose that makes you a Gryffindor concubine."

"Hardly." Severus squeezed a bit of icing from the bag onto his finger and sucked it off. His eyes narrowed, focused on Harry.

Harry didn't like the looks of this at all. When Severus got that calculating look during sex, it didn't always bode well for the state of Harry's health the next day. Thankfully they were wizards and able to heal bruises and chafe marks easily. "What are you thinking?" he asked slowly.

"You'll see." Severus lunged and hooked Harry around the middle, turning with him in his arms, and depositing him on his back on the hearth rug. He knelt at Harry's feet and pushed Harry's knees toward his chest. "Hold them there."

Harry did as he was told. If he was in for a good fucking, he wouldn’t complain. He watched as Severus held up the icing bag for him to see and then lowered it. "Oh! Fuck! You're not!"

"I am."

Harry felt the tip of the icing bag press against his hole and then the chill of the chocolate as it oozed into him. This seemed so wrong, but at the same time… His cock gave a hearty twitch.

Severus stabbed two fingers into Harry, the icing a creamy lubricant easing the invasion. Harry's prostate was teased for a few moments, causing Harry to moan and writhe at the deliciousness of the feeling, but then Severus's fingers were removed, and he was pulling his cock out of his pants, and nudging against Harry's cleft.

Harry pressed back, eager to be speared. "Yeah, do it. Severus, give it to me."

Severus chuckled. He pushed forward impaling Harry, burying himself balls deep. "My chocolate concubine," he whispered as he pressed forward and kissed Harry with lips as sweet and chocolaty as any cake they'd ever shared.

He pulled back and dug sticky fingers into Harry's hips. A few hard and fast thrusts and Severus was panting. "So slick… so perfectly hot and tight."

Harry rocked his hips in time with Severus's thrusts, all the while trying to bury his lover farther into his body, wanting the thrusts to be ever more violent and full of need. As Severus unerringly hit Harry's prostate on every thrust, the heat of his impending orgasm began building in his stomach and groin. Harry blindly felt on the floor beside his hips until his fingers brushed the icing bag. He threaded it between his legs and Severus's body and squirted a generous dollop onto his cock.

Severus gasped, moaned, "Oh, Merlin," and shuddered.

It was the first time Harry could remember that he didn’t feel the pulse of Severus's release, the chocolate coating his insides apparently dampening that sensation. He was sorry for a moment that he hadn't been able to come while Severus was fucking him, but his concern was forgotten when Severus pulled out of his hole and immediately dove for his cock, swallowing his entire length in one go.

Harry bucked and moaned.

Severus sucked and hummed.

Harry came undone. His balls tightened almost painfully just before his cock pulsed, shooting his seed into Severus's mouth.

They lay together on the rug, a sticky tangle, until Harry drifted to sleep.

Harry woke some time later, alone. He was a bit sore, and very messy, but he grinned when he saw the message written in small, neat letters across his belly in chocolate icing: Happy Anniversary, love. When you're ready for another go, I'm in the kitchen with the cake. I have an idea…"

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