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The Apology	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Apology
- 1
Warnings: SLASH. That means it's gay. Gay gay gay gay gay.

Spoilers: Some very vague, very miss-able spoilers for DH in the
beginning section, and more very miss-able nods to DH and GoF towards
the end.

A/N:
This
story is part of the 'Snape's Skivvies' Series. While the stories in
this series can stand alone perfectly well, you'll probably get the
most out of them by reading them in order. Post-DH and therefore
mildly AU for the usual reasons. This story has a bit of Snarry in
it, but is predominantly Severus
Snape x Bill Weasley.

The Series Thus Far:

1. Heat (Snape x Harry)

2. Underneath (Remus x Severus with some Snape x Harry)

3. Starfish (Sirius x Severus with mention of Remus x Severus and
some Snape x Harry)

4. The Apology (Snape x Bill with some Snape x Harry. This story.)

Other Notes: As there seems to be some interest, I am considering
starting a mailing list for when I add and update stories, but only
if more than two or three people want to be on it.

To
be added, email ladyloire@yahoo.com,
subject: mailing list. Do
NOT request to be added in a review, please. If you email me I can
just click 'add' – which appeals to my overtly lazy nature and
means I'm not as likely to forget about it.

The Apology

Part of the 'Snape's Skivvies' Series. Story 4 of 5.

Severus' new hero stature had apparently earned him a private room at
St. Mungo's. It hadn't meant much at first. He'd been mostly
unconscious for two months after Voldemort's defeat, but now that he
could sit up he was glad of the privacy. Harry came to see him every
day, though he looked tired and strained. He was busily studying all
of the things he'd been meant to learn in his seventh year, and
Severus tried to help as much as he could, but he still became tired
easily from too much stimulation, and Harry was really all the
stimulation he could take after a year apart.

Harry kept apologizing for that. He kept apologizing for not
depending on Snape more, letting him help. He kept apologizing for
not trusting him enough, but the time apart had markedly changed
their relationship. What had once been mutual affection and plenty of
shagging when Harry was still his student had grown into a more
subdued, yet deeper sort of love. Of course, he still planned to shag
Harry rather thoroughly (to make up for lost time) as soon as he was
well enough to last through more than ten minutes of snogging without
becoming dizzy and light-headed. The first time, he'd actually passed
out. Snape had been the one doing the apologizing then. He didn't
think it would be a problem much longer. He was getting more of his
strength back with each passing day and he thought he ought to be
released soon, at least he hoped so. Being hospitalized wasn't
terribly good for one's nerves. He'd like to be at home in bed.
Better still if Harry would stay with him there. It was the first
time in his life 'home' as referenced Spinner's End sounded
appealing.

Speaking of Harry, he walked in the room, looking fairly exhausted
himself, and flopped into the chair beside Snape's bed. Severus
folded the book he'd been reading. “Well?”

“Flying
colors,” Harry announced proudly of his NEWTs. “I'm
officially fully educated. I guess I'll have to look for a job now.”
Though he really wanted some time to relax. “Well, after
I
nurse you back to health, that is.” He leaned forward and
kissed the older man softly. He wanted to snog the hell out of him,
straddle his hips, (being celibate was painful) but he didn't want to
make Severus faint again. He sat there holding Snape's hand.

“Have
they told you anything about when they're planning to let me out of
this bed?”

“Soon,
I think,” Harry answered. “If I convince them that I can
stay out of your pants long enough to make for a decent nurse.”

“Ah,
I see, so you'll have to lie,” Severus smirked slightly.
“You've never been good at that.”

“Well,
you're making it a bit easier these days, seeing as I've got such
good motivation to
lie. Taken to wearing boxers again, have you?” He pulled up the
blanket to peek underneath it at the dark cotton peering out from
under his lover's hospital robes.

“What
choice do I have? These hospital robes barely cover a damned thing.
The only person I want to give that good a view of my arse these days
is you. I'll tolerate them for now.”

“You
never did tell me when you started wearing boxer shorts,” Harry
mused as he thought of Severus' eclectic underwear collection. He'd
stopped wearing briefs because of Harry's father humiliating him,
even tried a thong once due to a short-lived relationship with
Professor Lupin, and these days generally preferred not to wear
underwear at all, but boxer shorts? Harry was sure there was a story
in that. There was always a story when it came to Severus.

“I
couldn't very well continue wearing thongs if I didn't want to get
shagged by random Gryffindors every time someone got it in their mind
to spell my pants about my ankles, could I?” Snape replied.
“Boxer shorts seemed ordinary enough that I wouldn't be
molested in them. I never found them terribly comfortable, but they
were better than the alternative, and inexpensive.”

Harry considered Snape's impeccable logic for a moment, and also all
the other things he knew about his lover. The fact that Snape no
longer wore them had certain implications. “...so who was it?”

“Hm?”

“The
guy that convinced you boxer shorts could be sexy?”

Severus frowned. “Why do you always assume it has to do with a
guy?”

“Well,
doesn't it?” Harry asked.

Snape sighed exhaustively. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“So
who was it?” Harry asked. “Were you still a student
then?”

“No,
I'd been teaching at Hogwarts for eight years.”

“Another
teacher?” Harry asked.

“No.
It was another blasted Gryffindor.”

Harry laughed, grinning as Severus moved slightly over and gestured
for him to join him on the bed. There would be no serious snogging,
he knew, but a bit of cuddling was fine. “It's always a
Gryffindor with you,” he teased as he rested his head against
his love's shoulder. “So, I guess I'm not the first one of your
students you've shagged then.”

“To
my credit, he was no longer my student at the time. Like you, he'd
just passed his NEWTs.”

Harry was silent for a moment as his mind did the math. A Gryffindor
who'd graduated in 1989, huh? Wait a minute, 1989? “Isn't that
the year Bill graduated?”

“Yes,”
Severus answered, “I suppose it is. Did you find the potion I
asked for?”

“Yeah,
I found it. Green bottle in your private bathroom.” He produced
it from his pocket. “This is it, right?”

“...thank
you.”

“You've
used that as lube before, haven't you?” Harry remembered a
similar, smaller bottle being produced the first time they shagged.
“What is it?” he asked as Severus set it aside.

“Antiflamma.
It is a tricky potion to make, but one that prevents whatever it is
applied to from being set aflame. Due to its greasy texture, it is
not usable on many inanimate objects, but for the skin and hair it
can prove quite adequate. The nurse who treats me mentioned that her
nephew has an unhealthy infatuation with Flame Toads and is always
speckled with burns on his hands and forearms. I thought gifting a
bottle to her might assist me in negotiating an early release. I will
go mad if I have to sit in this bed much longer.”

Harry had thought
Snape's hair had been looking rather
nice lately. He must have been using this potion on it for years! He
smirked at the man's logic and then asked, “so, who set your
hair on fire?”

“That
honor is also attributed to William Weasley,” Severus replied.

Harry laughed. “Bill set
your hair on fire?” Bill Weasley had always seemed so together
– he'd been a Prefect, and Head Boy, too. Everyone implied he
was fiercely smart. “When was that?”

Severus sighed. “His third year, which would be my fourth
teaching at Hogwarts,” he clarified. “He was showing off
for one of his little girlfriends.”

Harry could imagine that. Bill was so cool, he probably had all the
girls trailing at his heels while he was in Hogwarts. “Put
something in he shouldn't have?”

“If
only. Then he would have done the most damage to himself,”
Snape sighed. “Mr. Weasley felt my warnings were unnecessary
and chose to use a spell to light the flame beneath his cauldron. He
was too busy flirting to notice that he'd missed his target. It was a
traumatic experience that I would prefer not to get too deeply into.
I have been using this potion ever since. With students like your
friends Mr. Finnigan and Mr. Longbottom, I can't help but feel it is
a necessary precaution.”

Harry covered his mouth with his hands to conceal his laughter. When
he managed to collect himself he said, “no wonder you have
something against the Weasleys! You rather got off on the wrong foot,
didn't you?”

“I
haven't anything against that one in particular,” Snape
answered blandly. “He went to the trouble of apologizing, even
if it took him four years to get around to it.”

June,
1989. Hogwarts Castle.

Bill Weasley checked himself in the mirror. Hair – neatly tied,
but just mussed enough to imply a little reckless abandon, check.
Teeth brushed, breath freshened, clean-shaven. Also, check. Robes
magically lengthened just enough to conceal the fact that he didn't
have a stitch of clothing underneath. Double Check.

He smirked at his reflection. “Right then,” he exhaled.
“This is the only chance you're going to get, Weasley, best do
it right.”

He'd spent his time at Hogwarts working hard and having fun,
sometimes both at once. At seventeen, William Arthur Weasley thought
that to really call yourself alive, you had to take risks. Work hard.
Play hard. Go after the things you want. He didn't want his life to
be consumed by regrets. Looking back when he was old, Bill didn't
want to find himself thinking 'I should have done this differently,
and this.' He'd much rather say, 'I've had a good life. I did the
things I wanted with it.'

He thought he would look back on his time at Hogwarts one day fondly.
He'd had good friends, good times, and learned a lot of really good
things. He'd done well. But there was one thing he hadn't done, and
that's what had him heading out of Gryffindor Tower in naught but his
robes late in the afternoon on his last day of school, ever. That
thing was Professor Severus Snape – bitter, derisive,
antagonistic, charismatic Professor Snape. There was just something
magnetic about the man. He'd noticed it at the sorting ceremony his
first year and hadn't been able to help but notice it ever since.
When he was still a boy he hadn't been able to figure out what it
was. Now that he was grown, he knew. The man was sex. He exuded a
sensual aura so strong even an eleven year old couldn't help but look
on him in fear and think there was something about this man that was
special. It didn't matter
that his nose seemed to dwarf the rest of his face, or that his hair
hung lank and greasy about his shoulders. Snape had something that
made physical beauty pale into insignificance, and Bill, for one,
knew he would regret not trying for a taste of it before he left the
school (and the scathing, yet intensely sexy, potions master) behind
him.

He'd really wracked his brain for an excuse to visit his teacher in
his office once more, and when he rapped confidently on the thick
wood, the chill air of the dungeons coiling up his bare thighs, he
thought he'd at least thought of a decent way to start the
conversation.

*

Severus heard the knock and sighed to himself. Why was it, even on
the last day of the semester, his students couldn't bloody well leave
him be? He would spend the better part of his summer in Spinner's End
with his father – a miserable experience for both of them left
to their own devices, but even worse since the muggle neighbors had
started spreading rumors that Severus had killed his mother. Fools.
His mother was just gone. She had felt no need to tell Severus or
Tobias where she had run off to, and if she didn't want to be found,
then Severus could only think 'good riddance'. His magical heritage
was the only thing in his life worth a damn. He owed his mother
gratitude for that, but that alone. As for his father... well,
Severus supposed he could at least be gracious enough to visit for
the summer, but only to confirm that the man had, indeed, not yet
killed himself. He didn't really know what vain hope kept the man
holding onto his miserable life, nor did he care enough to ask.

He shook off the morbid thoughts. It was just that he always dreaded
the end of the school year. Nothing good ever came of it. He tapped
the stack of papers he'd been preparing to file away for the summer
sharply against the desk.

“Enter.”

Ah, that voice. Bill was going to miss that throaty, dominating
voice. It went straight to his cock. He pushed the door open.
“Professor Snape,” he said, “sorry to bother you.”

Snape didn't think he sounded particularly sorry at all. “Weasley,”
he drawled. Dumbledore's Head Boy and personal favorite. The
Headmaster couldn't keep himself from singing the redhead's praises.
Snape, personally, couldn't look Bill Weasley in the eye without
remembering his head being set aflame. It was his habit to hold
grudges. “You've graduated by now, surely. Shouldn't you be
headed home?” He didn't look up from where he was locking
assorted papers and quills in his desk drawers. The top of the desk
was virtually empty now. He flicked a wand and the pair of textbooks
to one corner slipped easily into his suitcase, and he vanished a few
potions that would be rotten by the the time he returned to campus,
placing the others gingerly in a crate to be deposited in cold
storage for the summer.

“Tomorrow
morning, sir,” Bill answered. His throat was unexpectedly dry.
He'd had this entire conversation planned out, but what works in the
privacy of one's mind is often far less clumsy than how it plays out
in reality. “I had a few last things I wanted to do before
heading off.”

“And
I presume one of them is what finds you in my office, then?”
Snape answered, wishing the boy would just get on with it and get
out. He was miserable enough without having to deal with whatever
nonsense the eldest Weasley had in mind.

“Yes,
Professor. I rather thought you were long overdue an apology.”

Severus' brow narrowed and his dark gaze shot up to his former
student's face. “An apology?” he sneered derisively.
“What ever for?”

Bill dared to take a step further into the room. “I rather
thought I ought to apologize for setting your hair aflame, sir. You'd
not have rules in place if there wasn't good reason.”

“Good
of you to finally realize it, then. Apology accepted. Goodbye, Mr.
Weasley.” Bill certainly had a way of surprising him. After
four years, the apology was rather a moot point, but Severus found
himself mildly pleased that he thought to make it, however belated it
was. It showed that the boy had grown into a man of some decency. If
only that could be said of more Gryffindors, his life in general
would be much less trying.

No. Not goodbye, not yet. Bill came up with the best response he
could on the spot to keep him in the room longer. “Actually
sir, there was something else.”

Wonderful. Something else.
He looked at Bill again and quirked a brow, waving a hand blandly and
implying that he should continue.

“You've
been a right good teacher, sir. A bit to the strict side, but
brilliant, and one of the best I've had. I thought I ought to thank
you for it, show some appreciation, you know?”

Severus sighed a bit. “Mr.
Weasley, you are no longer my student. Why is it you feel the need to
kiss my arse now? What
exactly is it that you
want?” Bill was up to something after all. He was positive. He
turned again and cleared off the last of his desk, casting a series
of locking spells on various drawers and his battered black suitcase,
which he spelled into the corner for the moment.

'Now or never, Bill,' the
teenager thought. “It's just as I said, sir, I just, really
wanted to show you how much I've
appreciated you these past seven years,” he said to the man's
back and, steeling himself, unfastened the clasps on his robes and
letting them fall to the floor, pooling about his ankles.

Severus turned, ready to tell the boy whatever it was he wanted to
hear to get rid of him, but his eyes widened in shock at the sight
before him. Bill was standing there in the middle of his office
completely bare-arsed. His robes formed a black puddle about his
ankles. He couldn't stop himself from taking the sight in
appreciatively. Bill Weasley had always been an attractive (if
infuriating) boy. His ivory skin was still dappled with honey-colored
freckles in places – the side of his right arm around the
elbow, his shins, shoulders, and the barest dusting across his hip
and thigh. And his cock. Merlin's beard! The boy was standing there
shamelessly half-mast before him. It seemed as his gaze roved over
the seventeen year old, Bill became more excited and the flesh
expanded. He locked his ebon eyes with Bill's clear blue and couldn't
help but notice the boy's tongue snaking out to moisten his lips.

Bill could feel his chances teetering on the edge of oblivion as he
gently stepped out of his untied shoes and over the robes. The
dungeon floor was cold against his bare feet, and goosebumps raised
on his naked skin. He took two steps closer to his former professor
and opened his mouth slowly. He could see that Snape seemed
mesmerized by the movement of his lips. He just needed another push.
Bill could only hope he didn't push too hard.

“I've
really
appreciated
you, sir, over the years. In more ways than you could possibly have
known. I thought it would be rather a shame to leave Hogwarts without
having the chance to show you just how much.”

This wasn't happening, surely. He
was having some bizarre dream about a handsome student because he was
just a convenient source of subconscious entertainment and he hadn't
had sex in far too
many years. Any moment, he would startle awake and realize he'd
fallen asleep reading again when he ought to have been packing to
head back to Spinner's End for the coming months. But that moment of
being startled awake never came. Bill Weasley, seventeen and
perfectly legal, was standing here before him, naked, and offering to
'appreciate' him.

Severus Snape found himself trapped
in a quandary the likes of which no potion had ever presented to him.
On the one hand, there was a young man standing naked and half-erect
in his office, offering himself up for whatever manner of pleasure
Severus could contrive, and Severus could well do with a little
pleasure to dampen his dismal mood. On the other, said young man had
been his student until perhaps two hours ago, at most. There was also
the matter of who the
boy was – a student that Severus had loathed above all others
for the past four years due to his reckless, carefree nature. ...and
a certain cauldron-lighting incident. He grudgingly admitted the
cauldron was the bulk of it, and the boy had just
apologized for that.

Bill watched as if there was a board of wizard's chess between them.
If Snape denied him, how would he react to ensure a victory? And if
he accepted, what then? Professor Snape's bland expression didn't
falter, but there seemed to be an internal debate burning in his inky
black eyes. 'Patience, Bill. He wants you, you can sense that he
wants you so just...wait...' But waiting was hard and the silence
interminable. He dared to take one more step, placing himself just
within the older man's grasp. At this distance, the temperature of
the room seemed to rise. Snape's gaze locked into his own sent coils
of need down his spine to settle into his arse and tighten in his
balls. “Professor...” he barely whispered the word and
let his voice echo all the desire he had in him for the man.

Snape's hard gaze faltered for an instant and Bill seized the
opportunity the best way he could think of. He lowered himself to his
knees, effectively bridging the rest of the distance and ran his
palms up the man's taut thighs. Merlin, he was tense. How could he
even walk, all knotted up like this? “Professor,” he
whispered again. “Please?”

Oh holy hell! The boy knew
how sexy he was. That was the worst
kind. It was Sirius Black all over again – taunting him with
eyes that said in no uncertain terms: 'you want me, how can you not?
Don't you see how gorgeous I am?' And it was beyond Severus' ability
to reason that these gorgeous men always managed to be fascinated by
him. He really was in
no position to complain, though. Even his emotional reserve didn't
extend to his cock, which felt far too hot, his balls too heavy. He
let out a hissing breath and lifted his wand again. Bill tensed for a
moment, expecting to be cursed for his efforts, but instead he heard
a series of locks snapping shut on the office door.

Bill looked up at the man, awed. Seriously? He was making his best
effort, but hadn't actually expected the thirty-year-old Potions
Master to concede.

“Do
it, Weasley, before I come to my senses,” Snape groaned.

Bill grinned up at him. “With pleasure, sir.” He slid his
hands up the man's thighs again, opening the buttons of his robes
from the bottom. He'd love the man just as naked as he was, but what
he wanted at right now was his former professor's cock and he
couldn't wait for the full monty to get at it. He unfastened the
robes only so much as he needed to in order to get at the pants
beneath them.

Severus shuddered as the boy unfastened the buttons of those pants
with his skillful tongue. He was suddenly glad for the desk behind
him – it would support his weight when his knees were no longer
up to the task.

Bill would have liked to be more patient, but he couldn't bear it. He
tugged the trousers down about Snape's knees.

“Boxers,
sir?” he asked. “I rather imagined you'd be more the
briefs type.” Not tight, white briefs, no. Bill imagined
Snape's arse covered in satins and silks – blacks and navys,
with, perhaps, the occasional wine red. The hunter green loose cotton
surprised him.

Severus frowned. Briefs indeed. Not after what James had done to him
as a boy, never again. “Does my choice of undergarments
disappoint you, Weasley?”

“No
sir,” Bill answered quickly. “Boxers are sexy too.”
He was going to have to prove his words now. If Snape made him eat
them Bill knew their little tryst would be over faster than he could
say 'skivvies'. He leaned forward and nipped at the tense flesh
pushing out against the loose green fabric and was rewarded by a soft
hiss. He took this as a good sign and pressed his tongue down into
the folds of fabric and dragged it up until it found the man's tip.
The scent of Snape's sex was almost overwhelming. Bill's erection
tightened, liquid beginning to form at the tip as he closed his lips
around the head and sucked it through the fabric.

Severus dug his fingers into the younger man's shoulders as Bill
swallowed him through his shorts. The teenager's hands slid up
beneath the loose back-end and cupped his bare buttocks. A low,
dragging moan pulled itself from Snape's throat. Bill moaned softly
around the clothed cock in reply, groping the professor's arse more
firmly. “Mmm....” He toyed with the man's cock and arse
this way a bit longer before pulling his head back, and letting his
breath cascade over the now moistened cloth clinging to the older
man's turgid erection. He met the man's dark gaze and gave his arse
another firm grope. “I like boxers,” he confirmed. “I
like how loose they are, how easy to slip my hands inside of.”

One of said hands snaked around to the front now and clasped the hot,
bare erection inside the loose cloth, giving it a few firm strokes.

Snape's mouth opened into a soft 'o' shape and he let out a shaky
breath. Damn his body for being this sensitive, this responsive to
touch even now that he was more man than boy.

Bill manipulated the shaft with his hand, and leaned in to lick suck
the tip between his lips again through the soft cotton. He'd love an
eyeful of what felt like a big, gorgeous cock, but teasing the man
through his shorts was also incredibly sexy. He couldn't believe he'd
gotten so far without any protest. He hadn't expected the normally
austere man to be so easy, but maybe the severity was just the other
side of a coin.

Severus felt his body overheating even within the cool dungeons. He
loosened his collar and the remaining buttons of his robes and tossed
them aside. The white tunic underneath was still overly warm, but at
least not stifling as Bill's nose bumped the elastic an inch below
his navel. Apparently girls were not the only thing Bill Weasley had
wasted half of his school life on – the boy seemed far more
experienced in male foreplay than Severus himself could claim to be.
Shivers of pleasure raced up his spine.

“Enough,”
he rasped, pushing on the young man's shoulders with as much force as
he could muster, though he found his limbs surprisingly weak and
disagreeable.

Bill licked his lips, savoring the taste of soft cotton and the first
droplets of moisture he'd sucked from Professor Snape's turgid prick.
He gently slid his hands out of the shorts and up beneath the older
man's tunic, dragging his fingertips along Snape's smooth stomach. He
could feel the ribs a bit through the skin and thought the man really
needed to find a lover who would fatten him up a bit … but not
until after Bill was finished with him. He leaned forward to the
newly exposed skin and licked a path around the man's navel.

Severus shuddered. How had he
allowed the boy to manipulate him so easily? Wasn't he supposed to be
grown now and well past random, hormone-induced, one night stands?
But Merlin, Bill had a
talented tongue. He relented and pulled the tunic up and off, tossing
it to join his robes somewhere on the office floor.

Bill's blue eyes smirked up at him from where the boy was intently
leaving a mark upon his abdomen – a reminder of tonight's
events that would last him for days to come.

Bill sat back and licked his lips, gently palming the Potions
Master's groin. “Can't wear boxers, myself,” he murmured.
“Don't you find they have a certain tendency to ride up?”

Snape did think they had that tendency, but stubbornly refused to
answer. Bill slid his hands up the material over the older man's
thighs, forcing it upwards.

“And
what would you suggest as an alternative, Mr. Weasley?” Severus
was amazed he managed to keep his voice level, even if he couldn't
keep the edge of arousal out of it.

“Personally,
I'm a bikini briefs kind of guy,” Bill answered. “Snug,
cozy, nothing dangling about...” he emphasized this by groping
the professor again. “...but no thick elastic peeking out of
the back of my trousers, either. ...not that I have any complaints
about your choice in underwear, Professor.”

The redhead stood, gently pushing the older man to lay longways back
against the bare desktop. He climbed up after him, straddling his
thighs. “In fact, I'm fairly confident you could wear a potato
sack and still radiate the exact same sexual magnetism you always
have.” He leaned down over the older man and dragged a thumb
across his cheek before pulling his face up into an intense kiss.
“You've no idea, sir, how many fantasies I had about you over
the years – being bent over, spanked and shagged, or being the
one doing the bending … shoved under your desk and blowing you
while you grade essays...and these lips...” Bill smirked that
Gryffindor smirk and dragged his fingers across the older man's thin,
yet sensual mouth. “...I could write a book about these lips.”

Before Severus could offer a snide remark, Bill crushed his lips
against the older man's again, finally baring his erection to the
cool dungeon air by pulling it gently through the flap at the front
of the shorts. He had to admit, he rather liked the way that looked –
that big, pale member poking out of the forest of green cotton
surrounding it. He groaned into Snape's mouth when the man suddenly
grabbed his bare bum and ground their hips together.

Bill had such a commanding personality, but Severus felt like a fool,
passively letting the boy dictate the entire affair, and really, now
that he was hovering over him like this, long hair tumbling over his
shoulders, it was almost impossible not to want to touch him. In
fact, all Severus wanted to do at the moment was touch him. He cupped
the boy's buttocks and ground against him, head falling back at the
pleasure of their bare flesh rubbing together.

Bill temporarily lost his careful control, rutting against Snape's
hard cock. His breath quivered past his lips and his crystal eyes
lidded against the pleasure. He'd been neglecting his own cock
because he knew the moment it got any attention he would melt and he
was right. One little brush of Severus Snape's prick against his own
set his entire body aflame.

Severus could barely concentrate enough to toe his boots and trousers
off the rest of the way so that he could move his legs. He propped
his feet on the edge of the desk, bending his knees to get some
leverage to grind up against the young man. It felt rather a shame
now that the elder Weasley would be leaving Hogwarts. So far this
experience was one he wouldn't have minded revisiting.

Bill bit his lower lip. His need coiled in his belly so desperately
now that he'd lose it if this kept up. He pressed a hand down against
Snape's stomach to stop his hips. “Wait,” he rasped.
“...I want you inside.”

Severus groaned and reached for a drawer that he'd already locked.
“Shite,” he grumbled, eyes rolling to the crate. Was
there something in there he could use as a lubricant? Anything? As he
was going over a mental inventory, Bill Weasley quickly positioned
his cock and impaled himself upon it with a long moan, arching his
back and grinding his hips to get used to the stretched sensation.

“Are
you mad?!” Severus rasped. Spots of white pleasure danced
before his vision. “You could badly hurt yourself if you aren't
properly...!”

“It's
okay,” Bill rasped through half-lidded eyes. He smirked down at
the dark haired man whose cock was so well-settled, thick and hard in
his arse. “I knew what I was after before I came down here,
remember?” His chest rose and fell as his lust forced his
breath to come in sharp pants. “...of course I prepped myself
first.”

Severus moaned. This boy was going to be the death of him! Coming
down here in naught but his robes, and now telling him that he'd
anally pleasured himself immediately beforehand! Gorgeous. Sexy.
...and incredibly tight around his strained manhood.

They moaned in tandem when Bill began to rock his hips. Severus found
he slid easily within the boy's pre-greased entrance. Bill quickly
became anxious once penetrated – back arching, head thrown
back. His knees ached, but he grit his teeth against the grinding
discomfort. Nothing was going to get in the way of riding Snape to
completion now. He could handle a little pain if it was for a good
cause.

“Wait,”
Severus rasped, grasping the boy's hips to still them. He knew what
it was like to be on Weasley's side of this equation. Surely they
could come up with a creative solution. He would rather pain not
distract his temporary lover from the pleasure they were sharing. He
let out a shuddering breath to try and clear his mind. “Use my
thighs to support your weight and bring your legs in front of you.
You won't be able to walk when we're finished if you continue so
recklessly.” Every word came with effort. Having the tight heat
suctioning his cock was a maddening kind of pleasure he'd never
experienced before (though he wasn't about to let Bill Weasley know
that), and it took every bit of resolve to maintain what little
sanity the sensation allowed.

Bill's breath quivered and he nodded, biting his lip as he leaned
back and pulled his long legs out from beneath him so that they were
bent up on either side of Snape's hips. He placed his hands flat on
the desktop behind him. There was some strain here, but it was far
easier on his body, especially with his back braced lightly by the
older man's bent legs. His toes curled as the meaty cock in his arse
pulsed invitingly. He lifted his hips nearly all the way off, and
then back down, greedily swallowing the shaft to the hilt.
“Oooh....!” Wonderful. Perfect. It was much easier to
move this way. With his feet braced against the desk and his upper
body supporting most of his weight, he could easily make each thrust
longer, drive Professor Snape's engorged flesh deeper into his body
than he'd been able to while on his knees. Brilliant. Apparently
potions weren't the only area in which the dark-haired man was a
genius.

Bill moaned again as he took the shaft a second time, a third...and
began to build up a steady rhythm that tore a deep moan from Snape's
throat as well.

He really should have come up with a better idea. With Bill riding
him at this angle he could see every centimeter that his prick
disappeared into the teenager's tight heat, then emerged, retreated
again.. It was like a pornographic version of peek-a-boo. And the
cock! Merlin, the way the boy's cock pushed forward towards
him and then pulled tantalizingly away, bouncing with each stroke of
Weasley's arse over his tense shaft. It was harder to control his
lust when he looked, but Severus couldn't tear his gaze away; he
propped himself up on his elbows, transfixed, and groaned as his
balls tightened.

Bill's pulse was threading. If the pleasure in his arse wasn't
enough, seeing the staid professor's mask of bitterness crack under
the onslaught of pleasure was a memory he would enjoy revisiting for
years to come – the way the man's lip just barely quivered as
he tried to maintain his breathing, the way his dark hair tumbled
haphazardly about his face and shoulders...

...that's when the older man rocked his hips up as Bill impaled
himself. Bill's entire body shuddered as a loud moan escaped his
lips.

'Found it, have I?' a voice
in the back of Snape's mind mused. The front of his mind was too busy
crying out in joy as he moaned in reply to the younger man's lustful
cry. 'Merlin, I love it when they're loud....'

“Fuck!
Yes. Oh, bloody hell, Professor...” Bill exclaimed. He'd rather
been enjoying himself before but now... “Do that again,
please!”

Bill didn't really need to ask. Severus ground upward into him more
firmly the second time, coiling his fingers around Bill's shaft but
not bothering to move his hand. There was no need. With every bucking
thrust, the young man jerked into the inviting digits, then impaled
himself on the quivering cock that rose to meet him, driving into his
prostate, and then the process began again. And again. And again. It
wasn't long before the teen's shoulders began to quiver and the
thrusts became more erratic.

That was a relief, Severus thought. He was a hair's breadth from
orgasm and just barely hanging onto the hope the redhead would find
it first. He did. Thrusting once more into his former Professor's
hand, his back arched hard and he cried out as he came, splattering
his seed thoughtlessly across Snape's chest and face, his anus
clamping down on the older man's pulsing head.

Severus groaned loudly, mouth opening and eyes falling closed as he
arched upward into his ex-students orgasmic arse and released his
load inside the boy as the last of Bill's release splashed into his
open mouth.

Their bodies fell back to relax,
Bill sitting blearily atop Snape's withering cock for a long few
moments before he was able to gather himself up and off the man,
stumbling and nearly falling off the desk. He collapsed into the
chair, the seed from his stretched bum dripping onto the fabric
beneath him. He thought he would lick his professor clean, if only he
could make his body move. He chuckled a bit when he realized he never
did get around to
pulling off the man's boxers. The spent shaft resting against the
dark green fabric. Bill didn't think he'd ever be able to look at a
man in boxer shorts without getting an erection again. “Bloody
hell, Professor – that was incredible.”

Severus grunted. He rather thought it was pretty incredible too, but
the last vestiges of pride he had wouldn't allow him to outright say
so. He grimaced slightly and sat up, tucking himself back into his
shorts.

'Pity,' Bill
thought, even though he knew he was in no condition for a second
round as Severus licked the cum from his lips and reached for his
wand.

“Aufero
sperma,” Severus murmured in that deep, rumbling voice that had
first so enchanted Bill. The seed on his face and torso vanished,
leaving little evidence behind of what transpired. He cast the same
spell on the desk before gathering his scattered clothing and
beginning to dress.

Bill was amazed he wasn't kicked out immediately. Relieved, too –
he needed a minute. Once he'd gathered himself, he got up, looking
down at the mess he'd left behind. “Er, Professor Snape? What
was that spell you just used?”

Severus came up behind him –
half-dressed now in his pants with his tunic draped over his shoulder
– and pressed the tip of his wand against Bill's recently
filled anus. “Aufero sperma,” he enunciated in the young
man's ear, and Bill quivered as he felt the seed being pulled gently
from his arse as if by a straw and disappearing into nothingness. He
couldn't help a soft moan as he leaned back against Snape's chest
lips softly parted.

Severus looked down at the inviting mouth, considering it a moment,
before pressing a gentle kiss to it. No harm in it now, he decided.
“Well then, Mr. Weasley, I trust you've gotten everything out
of Hogwarts you've hoped to, at this point? I'm afraid you've
precious little time now to tie up loose ends.”

'You can tie me up and loosen my end whenever you want,
Professor,' Bill thought, and
blinked when the man quirked a brow at him. He was almost certain now
the man could read minds. It didn't matter. He'd meant every last
thought.

Bill turned about in the man's arms and pulled him down into one last
lingering kiss, sighing contently as the man swept his tongue into
his mouth and held him there for a few long moments of post-orgasmic
bliss. “Mmn. Learned a lot, made some good friends, grew up,”
Bill listed, dragging his fingers down to the center of Snape's
chest. “...got my arse well and pounded by the sexiest man on
campus...” He grinned at the look of disbelief on Snape's face.
“ Oh, come on, Professor. Don't give me that look. I could have
chosen plenty worse people to give my arse to for the first time.”

Severus nearly choked. 'First
time? Surely not!' “That
was not your first
time, Weasley. You can't expect me to believe that.”

“Well,
not the first time I've shoved something up my arse, mind,”
Bill grinned. “I've masturbated with all sorts of weird things
while thinking about you, but it was the first time I've taken an
actual cock, and the first time something was shoved up my arse while
I had...company. To be honest, sir, I usually top.”

Severus covered his face with a hand and laughed. It was a tiny
sound, peculiar to him in its foreignness. “A day of firsts,
then,” he mumbled.

Bill blinked curiously at the man. Wait a damn minute! “You
can't mean...”

“It's
true,” Severus answered.

Bill laughed. Unbelievable. He'd been so certain that Snape was a
top. He had such a dominant personality – which was remarkably
absent once stripped down to his skivvies, the redhead realized.

“Well,
no harm done,” the Weasley grinned. “I think we both
enjoyed the role reversal.”

Severus gave him a disdainful look
for the stupidity of the jest, even if the fact of the matter was he
did rather enjoy it,
and wouldn't mind in the least enjoying it again.

Bill sighed when the clock chimed. He frowned at it for putting an
end to his fun as Severus continued to gather his clothes and tossed
the spelled robes over. Bill caught them and slipped them on. Fully
dressed now, he leaned once more against the Potions Master's chest.

Snape rewarded him with one last tangling of tongues and a nice solid
grope of the boy's rear end.

Bill purred softly before the kiss disengaged.

“Goodbye
then, Mr. Weasley.”

“I've
accepted a job with Gringotts in Egypt,” Bill said, making one
last pass at adjusting his robes to make sure everything was covered.
“If you ever happen to be vacationing there, or what have
you...” he offered. He didn't expect anything of it, but he had
to give it a go.

Snape nodded. “Should the chance arise, Mr. Weasley, I will be
sure to look you up.”

Leaving Professor Snape's office, arse stretched and arms sore, Bill
could honestly say now, as to his life at Hogwarts, he didn't have a
single regret. He turned his head over his shoulder one last time.
“I'll look forward to it, Professor Snape.”

*

Severus stared at Harry, waiting for the inevitable exclamation, but
it never came. “What? No loudly exclaimed 'Bill?!'” he
asked at last. He'd been expecting it.

Harry lifted his head off of his
love's shoulder. “Nah,” he answered. “I mean, come
on, it's Bill
Weasley.”

“And
what is that supposed to mean?”

“Balls,
Severus. Who wouldn't
shag
Bill if he so much as winked at them? He's a handsome guy, and he
radiates cool. Even I've
shagged
Bill.”

“You've
what?!!”
Snape exclaimed. He instantly regretted it. Speaking too loudly still
made the wound on his neck throb a bit.

Harry laughed at the change of pace. “It was ages ago,”
Harry laughed, “when we all went to the World Cup together.”

Severus' eyes all but bugged out of his head. Speaking of his head,
it was starting to throb and he knew he should rest, but that would
mean cutting his time with Harry short, which he just wasn't willing
to do. “Harry, you were practically a child!”

“And
he was hot.
My first crush.”

“He
was far too old to be molesting a fourteen year old.”

Harry quirked a brow. “So I guess you're the pot then? And
Bill's the kettle?”

Severus looked away. He often thought he was too old for Harry, but
he'd mostly given up on the subject as a moot point these days. “It's
not the same thing,” he said stubbornly. “You were at
least nearly an adult when we first...” he stumbled a bit,
which Harry couldn't help but find terribly endearing. “...old
enough to know what you wanted and what you oughtn't pursue, in any
case.”

Harry laughed and cuddled against his love's shoulder again. “You're
so old fashioned,” he teased. “I was rather certain at
fourteen of what I wanted too. And I'm the one who came onto him, if
it makes a difference.”

It did. Severus knew very well just how difficult Harry was to turn
down in spite of one's better judgment. He made an indignant noise.

“Don't
be jealous,” Harry murmured, pressing a kiss against his
infirmed lover's cheek. “I've shagged a few guys, sure, but the
one I love
is
you. I think it always has been.”

“Harry...”

“Mmm?”

“...who
else?”

Harry's belly roiled with laughter. “You really are the jealous
sort, aren't you?” It was cute.

“I'd
simply like to have a good idea of my competition,” Snape
answered huffily.

“I'll
tell you if you tell me one more thing.”

“One
more thing,” Severus sighed. “Of course.” There was
always one more thing with Harry.

“How
many times did you shag Bill?”

How did the boy know these things?! “...four.” Severus
answered tightly. “The first one when he graduated. Once two
years later when we ran into one another by chance in the Three
Broomsticks over the holidays, and twice in the time he was about
campus for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.” The very same year he'd
shagged Harry, that last one. Not that Harry was jealous – he
and Severus hadn't been together then. “Your turn,” Snape
said.

“Bill,”
he said, kissing Severus softly on the mouth, “just the once,
and Cedric, a few times.” Another soft kiss.

“And?”

“And
you,
Severus Snape,” Harry enunciated the full name to drive the
point home before kissing him again. “And you.” Another
kiss. “And you. And you. And you.” Each 'you' was broken
by another kiss to his lover's soft lips. “Always you. Forever
you. The only one that matters is you. You feel the same way, right?”

Severus was starting to feel light-headed from the kissing, but also
intensely warm and reassured. He wrapped his arms lightly about
Harry's waist. “Mmn...” Severus answered affirmatively,
but just when things were beginning to get heated and he was afraid
he might pass out again, the door to his room opened.

“Mister
Snape!
You are supposed
to be resting!”
The
mediwitch huffed at him. “Honestly, Mr. Potter, how is he
supposed to get any sleep when you keep crawling into his bed like
that?”

Harry blushed and scurried back into the chair with his hands curling
awkwardly into the hem of his t-shirt. “Er...”

“I
am not a child,” Severus griped. “I am fully aware of my
limits.” And so glad he managed to keep his gaze focused for
the full sentence because he really was feeling quite tired now.

“Oh,
are you now? To me, you just look like a stubborn boy who'd rather be
snogging than healing.
To sleep with you! Honestly...I'm going to have to cut Mr. Potter's
visits short if this is what you intend to do with all of them.”

Severus glared at her, but she ignored his petulant expression. “Out
with you then, Mr. Potter. Let the man rest. He's been through quite
the ordeal, even if he doesn't care to admit it. Out, out, out.”

Harry departed reluctantly, and Snape concealed the bottle of
antiflamma he'd been intending to give to the woman under his pillow
as he lay back against it. He would wait until she was in a somewhat
more agreeable mood to try bribing his way out of the hospital. For
the moment, he supposed his lover's scent on the bedding beside him
would have to be sufficient to keep him company.

~The
End~

A/N: Next story in the 'Snape's Skivvies' series: 'The Gift'
(Snape x Charlie). Coming soon.
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