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A/N: Just a smutlet follow-up to
‘Stars’ which can be found here: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600023898

Thank you for all of your reviews on it! This one is much
shorter, but it had to be to convey their urgency. Enjoy xx

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Charlie was just about to lift his leg to climb into bed
when there was a sharp knocking on his door.

No. I can’t, I can’t
be doing with any more. I haven’t slept for forty-eight hours.

Blinking blearily, he made his way to the front door of the
flat, not caring that he was clad only in baggy boxers which were halfway down
his hips. Whoever was knocking was lucky he had just washed and that the shorts
were clean. He fumbled with the locks and hissed as his fingers snapped off the
metal painfuly.

“Fucking son of a bastard, whoever this is I’m going to fucking –oh!”

Charlie had swung the door open in the middle of his ranting
and found himself face to face with someone in the dark hallway of the dragon
reserve’s accommodation complex.

“Severus?” he breathed, taking in the tall thin form in
front of him.

Wide eyed Charlie simply stood in the doorway, all his
tiredness and swear words flying far away as he remembered the summer night
they had spent together, months ago. The weather outside couldn’t have been
more different, and he could see raindrops sparkling prettily on the shoulders
of Snape’s travelling cloak.

“Is this a bad time?”

“No,” Charlie shook his head, his curls bouncing around his bare
shoulders.

He stepped back and waved the man into his flat, wincing at
the mess everywhere and the slightly damp smell which was coming off his
clothes as they dried in front of the dying fire. Closing the door behind
Severus who removed his cloak as he entered, Charlie tucked one side of his
hair behind his ear and reached down to pull up his boxers, but suddenly, there
was a hand grabbing his wrist, stopping him.

“Don’t. The view is rather… captivating,” Severus murmured,
and stepped closer to Charlie.

The redhead’s nose filled with the scent of the dark hair
and he shivered, feeling the long thin hands smooth around his waist.

“What are you doing here, Severus?” Charlie asked quietly,
looping his muscled arms around the thinner man and pulling him close. “I don’t
hear anything for months… and then you…”

“I know,” Severus kissed him softly on the mouth. “I know.
I’ve been waiting for the right excuse to come back… I cannot simply
disappear…”

Charlie silenced him with a deeper liplock,
and tasted a sweetness on the tongue that he could not
remember being there the last time. He moaned and sank his fingers into the
greasy darkness and held Severus’ head fast to his lips. Squashed together the
heat literally began to steam off them.

“I have another message,” Severus muttered when he could.

“Mmm?” Charlie dropped one hand to
grope at the man’s backside, squeezing hard and loving the way it was so pert
and petite that one cheek nearly fit completely in the whole of his large hand.

“Vampires,” Severus choked, tilting his head back and giving
Charlie room to begin assaulting his throat, just like the creature that they
were discussing would have. “Dumbledore… wants you to… ah, Godric, Charlieeee….” He hissed. “Wants you to go
back.”

Charlie was barely even listening; he was too occupied with
nibbling what he could of the most delicious throat he’d tasted in months.

The only throat you’ve
tasted in months.

He extended his tongue and dragged it up the centre line
from hollow to chin, guiding the muscle gently over Severus’ Adam’s apple.
Severus openly shivered and followed it up with what might have been a whimper
of desire.

“I wanted to come back sooner,” he breathed, gripping
Charlie’s back hard, his fingernails digging into the bare skin. “I wanted to
see you, straight after I left.”

“Even if you hadn’t forgiven me for your
midnight dip?” Charlie pulled back slightly, with a wide grin on his
face.

He looked over Severus’ body and remembered the night they’d
spent, after they’d checked on the dragon. They had kissed what felt like a
thousand times, leaving their lips swollen and raw, and Charlie looked on
Severus’ lips now to see their sensuality. When they had finished with roughly
making out against a tree, Charlie had led the man by the hand to the stream,
stripped him once more with caressing touches, and then pushed him into the
water. He could remember the gasping indignation and screeches about ‘this
isn’t a fucking stream, Weasley, it’s a bloody pond!’

“Thinking about that pond?” Severus muttered to him, and
captured him in another kiss.

“I haven’t stopped
thinking about the pond, Severus,” Charlie smirked back. “How could I? Not when
you looked so… rough with your skin glistening in the moonlight like it did
that night.”

Severus paused, his dark eyes searching out for any trace of
mockery in the redhead’s amber-brown eyes, and when he found none, he had to
look away for the intensity of the gaze. Charlie realised he had made the man
self-conscious and pulled him close, cuddling into the thin body and kissing
the hair he could reach.

“I wish I was taller, Severus,” he breathed. “You seem like
you could do with the sort of embrace where someone is kissing the top of your
hair and holding you for all you’re worth.”

“I was not aware that my desperation radiated from me so
easily,” Severus spoke quietly.

“It doesn’t,” Charlie assured him. “I just know the
situation, remember…”

They held each other then and Charlie stroked a circle in
the small of Severus’ back, remembering how the older man had loved that the
first time they were together.

“Have you been thinking of me, Severus?” he couldn’t help
his self-indulgent question.

“Would I have come back if I hadn’t?” Severus refused to
play ball with him by pandering to his attention-seeking side.

“I suppose not, but then…you did have to bring a message.
Does he really want me to go back?”

“Yes,” Severus said tentatively. “The Dark Lord has upset them, somehow… all we know is that they are no longer in
cohorts with their missionary…”

“And so you want me to get back in there,” Charlie bit into his lip. “They’ll
know, Severus, they’ll know what we’re up to as soon as they catch whiff of me
on the mountain.”

“You do smell rather delicious,” Severus took a deep inhale
of spice and dragon hide polishing crème.

“They might kill me,” Charlie pointed out.

Severus pulled back and surveyed the redhead. “Then you damn
well get yourself out of there alive, Weasley.”

Charlie laughed. “Me, against a thirty
strong coven? Lets be serious, Severus.”

A worried look flashed across the narrow face before Severus
locked it away. He shook his head. “Apparition is a beautiful thing, and I know
that you are strong enough…”

“How do you know I’m strong enough?” Charlie smirked
teasingly, his eyes burning.

“Well, I…”

“Do you need a demonstration?” Charlie asked, cocking his
head.

“No, Weasley-”

“Sorry,” Charlie sighed, and grabbed Severus in his arms in
a whoosh of black fabric, relegating the man to a prone position with his knees bent over Charlie’s strong arm with the other under his armpits.
“I didn’t catch that.”

He turned without another word and stormed the man into his
bedroom, where he laid him tenderly on the bed and crawled on top of him
without a gap in proceedings. Immediately Charlie took Severus’ face in his hands
before the man had time to voice his protest, and plunged his tongue into the
willing mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Severus breathed. “You certainly know how to
knock the stuffing out of a man,” he muttered against Charlie’s lips.

“I try,” Charlie sighed, and then ran his hand down the line
of Severus’ chest to fondle the growing bulge in the front of his robes. “My my, what have we here?”

“Spare me the ridiculous talk, Weasley,” Severus hissed, and
gave the thick shoulders a none-too-gentle shove.

Charlie rolled without resistance but took Severus with him,
keeping his hands tight about the man’s waist as he landed on top of his body,
flattening his own burgeoning erection in between their stomachs.

He couldn’t even remember what he’d spent the last forty-eight
hours doing as Severus began to writhe on top of him, grinding their cocks
together through fabric and kicked his boots off at the same time. Charlie
rumbled his approval when a socked foot grazed up the inside of his ankle and
calf before running back down to bat against his own foot.

“Why aren’t you naked?” he muttered, and began clawing at
the front of Severus’ robes.

“Get off,” Severus sighed, and quickly worked his way out of
the confining black, until he was in nothing but his trousers and whatever lay
beneath them.

Charlie grabbed hold of the robe before it could be lobbed
onto the floor and draped it over their heads, locking them down in total
darkness. He could hear the shallowness of Severus’ breath and felt it brushing
over his cheek; that alone sent an extra pulse of blood straight to his groin.

When he was sure the robe would stay in place, Charlie
brought his hands up and smoothed them over Severus’ cheeks, placing his thumbs
so they could brush over the man’s defined cheekbones whilst his fingers sank
into the underlay of his hair.

“The best way to memorise a person’s face,” Charlie
murmured, capturing Severus’ now-tentative lips in a soft kiss. “Is to feel it
in the dark, and have your memory fill in the blanks.”

“Is this a fancy way of you telling me how ugly you’d
forgotten I am?”

“I am in a highly favourable position to knee you in the
balls, Severus,” Charlie hissed. “And I’ve been awake for forty-eight hours and
finding you on my doorstep was the best thing to happen during all of them. So
no, I’m not saying that you’re ugly.”

There was silence then and even the breathing quietened, so
Charlie kissed again reassuringly, before he moved his lips up and kissed the
man’s nose.

Which whilst could win
prizes for its size, feels fucking amazing pressed in your crack…

It was then that he felt hesitant fingers on his own face,
and he dropped his hands as the pads ran all over his facial skin. They traced
the line of his nose, the plumpness of his lips, the convex of his eyelids,
roughed up his eyebrows and dipped down to tickle the shells of his ears.

“You’re right,” Severus whispered.

“I love to hear that,” Charlie grinned to the darkness,
realising how hot it had grown in the dark, confined space. “It works for the
rest of the body, too… but I think we’re a bit beyond waiting for that, don’t
you?”

“Next time,” Severus assured him.

And then the darkness was gone because he had ripped the
robe off them. Charlie groaned to the cool air of the room and stretched his
body out, pressing his groin up into Severus’.

He watched as the slender man rolled off him and worked at
the button of his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles and kicking them
off gracefully. Charlie beat him to his socks and peeled one away, before
capturing up one foot and pressing a kiss to the tops of the slightly hairy
toes. He lowered the foot and kissed his way up the hairier shin and thin
thigh, before nuzzling against Severus’ still-covered groin. A fleeting kiss
was placed on the straining erection and then Charlie worked his way back down
the other leg, pulled off the other sock, kissed the foot he uncovered and
kissed back up the leg again.

“Sweet Circe you’re beautiful,” Severus hissed, staring down
at him.

“And so are you,” Charlie murmured, kissing against the
covered cock repeatedly, licking out to wet the fabric. “Off,
now.”

“Get yours off, Weasley, and let me see the backside that’s
been haunting my dreams since I last saw you.”

“That memorable, eh?” Charlie
smirked and threw himself down on his back, wriggling out of his boxers and
kicking them onto the floor.

Charlie looked expectantly to Severus but found the man
simply staring aghast at him.

“Another one?” Severus’ voice was
hoarse and his fingers instinctively reached out to touch the newer dragon tattoo
on the adjacent hip to the dragon he had seen the visit before.

“Mm, I’ve been planning it for a while,” Charlie reached
down to caress his own skin. “Do you like it?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Severus muttered, and ducked
to press a kiss to the inked flesh.

Charlie flushed with pleasure and pulled the man on top of
him, pushing down his underwear so it tangled around Severus’ thighs.

“All trapped and unable to run,” Charlie ran his fingertips
up the man’s spine. “I could have my wicked way with you…”

“I don’t bottom,” Severus flicked him a dark look.

“Yet,” Charlie smiled at him before he pulled down Severus’
head for a kiss. “Just go with it, Severus… this place… it’s easy… I’m easy…
you need to learn how to be that yourself…”

“It was your openness that attracted me to you last time,”
Severus admitted, giving himself over to the pleasure as their bodies rubbed
together naked.

“Accio,” Charlie hissed and caught
the lube in mid-air.

Severus moved back off him and knelt on the bed, extricating
his underwear from his legs and sitting back on his heels.

“If you won’t let me fuck you,” Charlie sat up and jumped
forward onto his own knees. “At least let me give you what my dragon
interrupted last time…”

Severus could do nothing to stop the redhead as he ducked
his head and sucked the top of his dick into his mouth, and began noisily
slurping at it. For the purpose of balance Severus rocked back on his heels and
threw his arms out behind him until his hands hit the mattress.

It wasn’t long before the sheer desire had him tilting his
head back, too, so his dark hair slithered down his back and hung like a heavy
curtain.

Charlie made short work of teasing pre-come out of his slit,
his mouth skilled as it licked, suckled and rubbed along the shaft, groaning as
a surge of fluid landed on his tongue.

“Stop,” Severus gasped, when his hips gave a betraying cant
into the redhead’s mouth. “I want to come inside you…”

Charlie wasn’t a stupid man, so he pulled off with a last
devoted lick and looked at the beautiful picture Severus Snape cut sitting so
wantonly on his heels, his head thrown back with his reddened erection jutting
up from a thick thatch of dark curls.

“I wish I had a camera,” he breathed, but then Severus
sprang to life, shoved him down on his back and grabbed out for the lube.

“Put that pillow under your hips,” Severus flicked the cap
open. “Oh, Godric, Charlie… what is this?”

Charlie watched with a smirk as Severus raised the bottle of
lube up to his nose and took a deep inhale. “It’s lubricant… that smells
exactly how you want it to smell... and taste…”

“Where did you get it?” Severus whispered, positively taken
with the magic he held in his hands.

“The sex shops over here are far better…” Charlie watched
with wide eyes as the man squirted out some of the clear liquid onto his
fingers and without further ado reached down and began working long fingers
into his arse.

Unable to do anything but hiss with desire, Charlie laid as
the fingers worked within him, thrilled with the fact that Severus had started
with two, instead of just one. Not gently, either, did the fingers begin to
open him up, bending and swirling in a circle to press open his passage, not
used since the last time they were together.

“Been a while, hmm?” Severus asked,
smiling as he poised his fingers directly over Charlie’s prostate.

“Since you,” Charlie confirmed in a choke, as the fingers
pressed down and rained sexy fire through his passage and up into the best of
his body. “Fuck, Severus, more!”

Severus complied and began to press down in quick motions
with his fingers, keeping his wrist steady as he worked. Charlie managed to
come out of the haze to notice the man’s dark eyes glued to his leaking cock,
which was leaving a pearly trail as it prodded against his belly.

“You could have had this –AH! Sooner, Severus… if you’d
come… fuck… yes…. Back… sooner…”

“I know,” Severus sighed, and without further warning
dragged his fingers out, leaving Charlie almost whimpering at the lack of
contact.

He simply let his legs be pushed up to his chest and grabbed
onto his thighs tightly as Severus positioned himself. When the tip of his cock
was firmly lodged within the tight passage, Severus grabbed hold of Charlie’s
ankles and held them, pushing the knees further back as he sank down into the
intense heat.

Charlie was incapable of speech; he was too absorbed by the
burning pain in his passage. It hurt, but it hurt so well he couldn’t complain. Everything that Severus had done, he had
done just perfectly for Charlie’s tastes.

“Christ, Weasley, how on earth are you bending like this?”
Severus hissed as his eyes rolled up in his head at the supremely deep angle he
was achieving within Charlie’s body.

“Fuck knows, I don’t care, keep going until my hips break,”
he gasped, and took his erection in hand and began pumping it.

He felt a lick up the arch of his left foot and jerked.
Severus laughed and began to thrust, spreading his knees as far apart as they
could go to properly thrust. They would both ache like hell come the dawn, they
realised, but the euphoria that shot through the grotty little dragon keeper’s
apartment proved it would be well worth it for the beautiful fuck they were
enjoying.

“Harder,” Charlie begged, pumping wildly at his cock in his
hand.

He was surprised when somehow Severus managed to comply, and
the breath was knocked out of his throat in hard puffs of air as his head
wobbled with every shove.

“You look so…” Severus broke off as he changed his angle and
grunted. “So perfect, Char…”

The nickname seemed to tumble out of the man’s mouth without
him having even realised he’d said it, and it was enough to tear the recipient
apart at the seams. Charlie groaned as his sac tightened, and he managed one
further pump of his cock before he exploded, some ribbons of come squirting up
to land on Severus’ chest, as well as his own.

When his muscles tightened, he ruined Severus, too, and the
raven-hair above him flew as the man dropped his chin into his chest and came
hard with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. The sound from between the thin lips
was an animalistic growl which made Charlie literally quiver
with the raw lust behind it.

He watched Severus’ jaw unclench as he came down from his
high, and lowered his legs when they were released.

Severus slumped forward onto his chest and Charlie caught
him, burying a hand in the dark hair and beginning to soothingly stroke. He
recognised the way that Severus’ body had clenched, the way his eyes had rammed
together –Charlie knew just how much tension had been released in the one
orgasm alone. Hearing shallow breath he placed his other hand on Severus’ back
and began to stroke like he was comforting a child or an upset puppy.

If Severus minded, he didn’t show it, and they welded
together as his weight pushed Charlie into the soft mattress. The smell of sex
heavily tinged the air around them and every last one of Charlie’s
sleep-deprived hours seemed to converge at him at once, but he fought it,
forcing his eyes open to look down at the man sprawled on his chest.

“Severus?” he whispered.

“Ungh…”

“Can you stay?” Charlie asked quietly. “I need some kip but
I… if you have to go… I want you again.”

Blearily Severus raised his head and focussed tired eyes on
Charlie’s face. “I’m sure they can manage without me for a night.”

“Thank fucking Godric,” Charlie groaned, and let his eyes
close in relief.

“Or two…”

Severus’ sleepy words were the last thing Charlie heard
before he drifted off in the man’s embrace.

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