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Don't Let The Whirlwind Pass By	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 5611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: *sheepishly steps in* Alright, I suck, I know, I bow to
pressure ;) I�ll continue this story as you asked, but it�s not going to be as
long as the others (though saying that, the chapters are already longer so
it�ll probably work out longer than I intend). I�ll go for about five chapters.
Thank you for your reviews:

Sheree �Ron�s had enough of
extended foreplay� he�s a bit quicker this time.

Kai �oh, you. Fine. Here it is ;)

Davinci �I hope I can keep you
with this one. Xx

Talley �more on the brothel you say? Read on� ;)

hairsprayX12 �Well, as you asked so nicely� sorry to have
choked you up again, though!

On with the show, I suppose! Thank you all so much for
reading! I have tried to show more of what Ron�s been doing for the past few
years and some clients, and started this off surprisingly light hearted. But
the chapter does go up and down throughout xx

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�You head on up,� the woman said, waving a hand at the
stairs. �He should be finished by now.�

Severus shot her a wary look at the word �should�. He didn�t
want to walk in and see the redhead wrapped around another man. It had taken
him three glasses of strong whiskey to work up the courage to re-enter the
brothel that evening. He was most definitely not drunk, but the alcohol had successfully deadened the
self-loathing and fear to the point he had been able to leave his home.

He tried to walk quietly as he made his way up the stairs, very
aware of the fact that he was in the building earlier than he usually would
have liked, but it was apparently just the way the redhead�s schedule worked.
Severus tried not to think of the fact that he had had to pay extra just to
reserve the privilege of being the last appointment of the night so that he
might be welcome to stay again.

And staying was an objective high on Severus� agenda. Even
though he had to truly push himself to return, he
couldn�t deny the way he had craved the expert touch of Ron�s hands and lips
ever since he had arrived home from his first night. It had been two weeks
since then.

Two weeks of falling
asleep to the fucking memories� been years since your
right hand was your best friend.

He stepped onto the landing and walked as quietly as
possible down to the end room, and he raised his fist to knock, but then he
heard voices and he faltered.

�You�re not doing it right!� An overly elaborate foreign
voice chided, ringing with irritation.

Severus heard Ron�s answering growl and then his tight
reply. �Look, fuck�s sake, how am I meant to remember this when you don�t see
me for months at a time?�

�Shut up and sort your legs out,� the voice snapped.

Severus blinked at the closed door, feeling his features
arrange into a frown. He wasn�t quite sure what he was listening to. He heard
shuffling on the floorboards and then a clunk, and desperate laughter.

�Look, you have to go soon; my next man will be here soon
and remember last time when you got me a bollocking for staying too long?�

�But you�re just so delicious. I have fun with you in so
many different ways.�

Bristling at the seductive purr in the words without really
knowing why, Severus rapped his knuckles on the door, wanting to see just what
was happening behind it.

�Come in!� Ron�s voice was still tight.

Severus turned the knob and entered the room, and his jaw
fell a little at what he saw. A lithe dark-haired man with a flashy earring had
Ron in what looked like a formal dance pose. Severus� eyes lingered over Ron�s
ruffled hair and the cigarette clamped firmly out of the corner of his mouth.

�Now you really do
have to go,� Ron sighed, breaking his hand free and reaching to take the stick
out of his mouth.

�You get rid of me when you know you won�t see me for three
months?�

�Did you pay for two sessions?� Ron blew some smoke out with
raised eyebrows.

Severus� temperature rose then as the other man�s eyes set
upon him, sweeping up and down.

�But who is this? Another dark haired man?� he turned to
Ron, waving a hand in Severus� direction. �He is rather� dramatic, don�t you think? Screams Paso Dobl�!�

Severus looked at Ron who in turn seemed caught between
laughter and disbelief.

�Get out, and stop comparing my clients to your dances,� he
very obviously controlled his lips and flicked his ash into the air.

�I�m going,� the man sighed, reaching for his coat. �Good to
see you again, my little firecracker.� He placed a kiss on Ron�s lips.

�Good to see you. Good luck, by the way.�

�I need no luck, king of the dance floor, remember?�

�Off your trolley,� Ron smirked.

The man turned to the door then and walked through where
Severus had left it slightly ajar. He looked back once more first to Ron, and
then flicked his gaze at Severus for a second, then back to Ron and barely
concealing the movement of his hand, he made a squeezing motion with a wink and
a filthy smile, and then left with a flounce and a light click of the door
shutting.

�I was beginning to think I wouldn�t see you again,� Ron
turned to him immediately.

Severus� mouth wouldn�t work. He was surprised to find the
redhead in such a light hearted state. The past two weeks of him feeling sorry
for the miserable life the young man led seemed almost wasted, because he
certainly hadn�t looked it when Severus had walked through the door.

�He meant you had a nice arse, by the way,� Ron walked to the window and
stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray resting on the sill.

�What?� Severus asked jerkily.

�You have to ignore him, he�s a terrible flirt.�

�Who is he?� Severus couldn�t fathom why on earth he was bothered.

�He�s� well. Showed me the ropes, I guess you could say. I
met him when I first disappeared. He�s a dancer, Wizarding Salsa champion.�

�What the hell is Wizarding Salsa?� Severus frowned.

�The same as muggle, but with added charms to make you more graceful� and when
someone competent in wizarding goes for muggle competitions and jobs� well.
He�s very successful. He mainly works on cruise ships, I hardly see him any
more.�

�And when he comes here he pays you for a fuck and�� Severus
airily waved his hand at the space near the door where he had seen them
together.

�He always tells me he�s going to whip me up to standard so
he can drag me away from here and this life,� Ron ran a hand through his hair.
�I go along with it because I feel guilty that he has to pay to come and see me
when we are, essentially, friends.�

�What�s a Paso� thing?� Severus asked him warily and his
discomfort was not helped by Ron�s snort of laughter.

�It�s a dance� sort of� well. Arrogant.
Think matadors, parading around� very sexy
dance, though��

�And here was me thinking you lived a miserable life,�
Severus reached for the buttons on his coat, and there was a knock on the door.

�Shit,� Ron breathed, and tugged his robe tightly around
him, and Severus saw him clearly set his jaw as he walked to pull it open.

Severus moved back so he was out of sight but it didn�t make
any difference because Ron stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door
almost shut again. But the words were still clear.

�What the fuck are you playing at?� the voice was seething and Severus
recognised that it belonged to the nameless woman in the foyer.

�I know, I�m sorry, I was trying to get rid of him.�

�Like fuck, Weasley, you always piss around with him for far too long.�

�He�s paying for me like everyone does,� Severus heard
defiance in Ron�s tone and winced slightly.

�Well I don�t give a fucking damn, you don�t give extra to
your friends, how many times have I warned you now?�

�I�ve said I�m sorry,� Ron hissed flatly. �But us standing
out here arguing isn�t getting my current client serviced any quicker, is it?�

Severus flinched, he couldn�t help it. The overwhelming
desire to bolt slammed into his stomach and he realised that he probably would
have done had his route not been blocked by the two arguing figures on the
landing.

�You get in there and you fuck him good,� the woman hissed in reply and there was an anguished and
almost pained gasp from the redhead, Severus wished he could have seen what
provoked it. �He works for the Ministry. If this goes sour and you disappoint
him, you could bring this all crashing down on our heads. He�s here for the sex at the minute but damn it, Weasley, I mean it��

�Alright,� Ron snapped, and then Severus had to work hard to
arrange his features into a neutral expression as the redhead stormed back into
the room and closed the door with a loud bang behind him.

They didn�t look at one another as they listened to the
proprietor�s heels clacking down the landing and then disappearing as she
descended the stairs. Severus heard Ron let out a little gust of breath before
a bigger one was sucked in, and then he spoke.

�Here, let me have your coat,� Ron�s hand was held out for it.

Severus froze, not moving, and raised his eyes to look at
the pale face in front of him.

�Don�t mind her,� Ron gave a little shrug and moved forward,
bringing his hands up to rest on Severus� shoulders and push the coat from
them, which he then removed completely and hung up on the stand in the corner.
�She�s a right old witch at times.�

Ron gave Severus a small smile which he instantly saw
through; he himself had thought enough times what an utter piece of work the
woman would be to work for �and that was based on the minute amount of time
spent together booking appointments and entering and leaving the brothel. He
brought his hands in front of him and laced his fingers together, well aware it
probably made him look like an extremely out of place priest, dressed all in
black as he was.

�I�m happy that you came back,� Ron said, and Severus was
nearly sure he was genuine. �It�s nice when there�s someone coming back for
more that you don�t mind��

Perhaps sensing Severus� reluctance to speak or make the
first move, Ron placed his palms on covered forearms and slid them up to rest
over his collarbones. Severus loved the feel of their warmth seeping through
his shirt. When the redhead moved closer he thought he caught a waft of the
rose and vanilla mix which had been sending him mad since they had last met,
and wondered how he had never smelt it before Ron had handed him the card.

�How are you?� the question was quiet, which was all it
needed to be considering that Ron was only centimetres away from his lips.

�I�m�� Severus� breath caught in his throat.

Ron�s eyes swept over his face before he gave a little sigh.
�Still so nervous, Severus? I thought you�d be easier
this time round. I can smell what�s on your breath.�

Severus flushed red then and closed his eyes, caught out in
the courage he�d been forced to take from a glass of amber liquid.

�Your shame is nothing to be ashamed of,� Ron assured him,
tightening his grip. �But you� after last time, I thought we left on a good
note? I thought if you came back you would be a bit more confident?�

�I do not think that I will ever be that within the walls of
this place,� Severus opened his eyes again and cast a hateful look at the room.

�Well,� Ron pulled away and Severus instantly regretted not
being more receiving because he wanted the hands back. �I know something that
might help.�

Severus watched as he crossed to the same cabinet as the
wine had appeared from the first night he had stayed with the redhead. He saw
the thin frame stoop and the little door open, and then Ron straightened,
clutching a bottle and two small glasses. Severus could only raise an eyebrow
in surprise when he saw that it was the exact same make and year of whiskey
that he had been drinking before he�d forced himself
out of the door.

�We drink the same whiskey,� he informed Ron, moving to
stand next to him as he poured out the drinks.

�Then you have decent taste,� Ron screwed the cap back on
and set the bottle down. He picked up his own glass and turned away to the bed,
where he sank down and patted the mattress in a crystal clear invitation for
Severus to join him.

Severus did but with deliberately slow
movements, trying to hide just how eager he was to feel the hands he had
dreamed of for two weeks on his body again. He took a mouthful as he sat down.

�So� I don�t want to get all business on you,� one of Ron�s
fingers tapped against the edge of the glass, something Severus took for a
nervous tick, and he wondered what was coming out of the talented mouth next. �But
normally with my regulars I make up a kind of schedule or routine for their
visits� I know what they like so it�s really easy for most of them with the
obvious kinks.�

�Like Mr. Rope Bondage?� Severus gave him an amused glance.

�Yeah,� Ron winked in reply. �But I only do it if they want
it� so� do you think you would?�

�I don�t have any kinks,� Severus dismissed instantly. �Nothing to make a routine of.�

�I wouldn�t go that far,� Ron gave him a look and Severus
had the distinct feel that every tiny movement he had made during their last
meeting had been analysed, maybe even logged. �You certainly liked the idea of
me getting off, and making me moan� and you�re rather partial to hair, and
touching it, and someone touching yours��

�I suppose,� Severus tried to sound decidedly nonchalant
about the discussion, even though his insides burned.

�I know you like discretion and quiet,� Ron murmured softly,
and drained his glass. He put it on the bedside table.

He got up on his knees and moved behind Severus� body,
firmly massaging the joins between neck and shoulder. �You don�t seem to mind
this, either.�

From the immediate pressure in his underwear, Severus was
hard pushed to find the words with which to disagree. He even moaned when a
circling thumb satisfied the nape of his neck.

�We can just see where it takes us,� Ron offered. �But if
you ever want more than that you have to tell me, yes?�

Severus swallowed another mouthful, appreciating the slow
burn it made down his gullet, before he answered in a very quiet voice, �I am
not the best at conveying my needs.�

�I remember,� Ron kissed his neck gently, hands still
massaging away in divine movements. �Finish that up and we�ll get started.�

Severus couldn�t help his shudder at the frank words and
Ron�s fingers stilled, sensing his discomfort.

�Severus, you came back,� Ron reminded him. �You need to
stop this indecision. You�ve been coming here for four years� were you like
this on every visit?�

Giving a curt nod, Severus got to his feet and turned round
to face Ron, whose robe had parted slightly where he knelt, leaving his chest
and stomach on display. Shaking his head slightly so he was not distracted by
the beautiful sight, Severus swallowed. �I did come back, yes. But I� I will not detail my inner mind to you, if I am
nervous then surely with the extortionate amount I am paying you, you can get
over it and fuck me anyway.�

Severus worked very hard not to attach �like the good little
whore you are� to the end of his sentence. He blinked a few more times and
realised that the last whiskey must have finally pushed him a few more steps
towards inebriated.

Ron looked up at him with eyes wide at the rebuke and
Severus knew he had been sharp.

�Message received loud and clear,� Ron told him, then
swivelled his hips to let his legs swing forward.

Severus stood and watched as one of Ron�s feet brushed
against his ankle and proceeded to streak up his inner
leg so that the toes eventually nudged at his barely hidden erection. He felt a
burning trail develop everywhere that the teasing foot had touched him and he
felt wetness in his underwear.

Fucking desperate
enough that his foot can provoke you� Circe.

�Severus, this is going to be a lot easier on both of us if
you just talk to me,� Ron said suddenly, letting his foot drop with a thud so
his heel kicked back into the base of the bed, Severus noticed his slight
wince. �I�m not asking to hear your deepest and
darkest,� Ron assured him. �But communication, something�s got to give if you
understand me?�

�Last time we communicated just fine,� Severus muttered
obtusely.

�After the sex,� Ron amended. �Is that it? Do you just want me to throw you on
the bed and do it, break the ice?�

Severus could see the calculations in the redhead�s mind and
he sighed, closed his eyes and reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in
the hope of finding some calm. He heard the bed creak slightly, and then after
the swish of what must have been Ron�s wand, he found his clothes and shoes
melted away, leaving him in his underwear and socks. His eyes flew open in
anger but the redhead was not on the bed where he had last been seen. Severus
barely had time to blink and search him out before he felt something silky fall
over his eyes and tie at the back of his head.

Even though he was angry at the sudden shift into
almost-nudity, Severus couldn�t deny that having his sight removed made his
cock strain even more. He had never been blindfolded before, at least during
sex, and the thought of having the power of sight removed was startlingly
appealing.

Even for a man who is
obsessed with being in control of every aspect of his life�

He felt hot hands pushing against his spine and he took a
tentative step.

�Trust me,� equally hot breath hissed into his ear.

Severus did, but the thought of voicing that aloud made him
shudder. The hands ran smooth paths up and down the immediate outline of his
spine and came to a rest at the base. He took another step forward when
prompted, and another, until Ron grabbed his hips to still him. And then a
large hand was placed in the centre of his back and bent him over.

Severus held onto his breath as his forehead came into
contact with the bedsheets and realised that, if the
redhead had removed his underwear, his backside would have been horribly bared to
the room. And it was to there that the hand moved next, slowly moving to cup
one cheek and then the other, squeezing lightly through the dark material.

Without warning they too were gone and he remained in just
his socks, which annoyed him beyond reason. His feet slipped in his widened
stance.

All his thoughts were torn away from his feet, though, as he
felt the hot hands prise apart his buttocks and felt the delicate tingle of
hygiene spells fluttering across his skin, and then inside him. He hissed and
pressed his face further into the sheets, glad that he had somewhere to hide.

�Just remember, Severus, tell me to stop and I will.� Ron�s
voice was low and rumbling and Severus became very aware of the fact that his
cock was thick and pressing into his stomach as he was bent over.

Thought suddenly flew far, far away as he felt a wetness
trace over his entrance and the bedsheets caught his
moan.

Sweet Merlin� oh� this
will be the undoing of me�

Well aware that his dramatic thoughts were aided by the four
large measures of spirit he�d consumed, Severus tried to hold onto his praise
and adoration but it was hard when the tongue assaulting him worked with such
finesse. Currently it lapped against his hole like it resembled pleasant
leftovers on a spoon.

�Oh, gods, yes!� he hissed through gritted teeth as the
tongue suddenly breached through the first ring of muscle to enter him. �Fuck��

In his pleasure he thrust back, only moaning more when the
tongue moved deeper. He could feel it, the wetness tickling against his inner
walls and Ron�s nasal breath ripping up his crack from its buried position. He
reached for his erection and was happy when Ron let him continue to stroke it.

�Ohhhh more� oohhh��
he screwed up his face in shame when his balls landed neatly in the palm of
Ron�s hand and were massaged as the tongue inside of him rolled up and with
amazing stability slid back and forth, never quite leaving his passage.

It was only when his tongue hit dry cotton that Severus
realised he was biting against the sheets to stop himself from full on yelling
what he felt, which was utterly but beautifully violated. He bit harder when
the tongue suddenly shifted much deeper and lips sealed around his entrance,
giving the impression that he was receiving a French kiss at the wrong end.

As wrong as he might have thought it was, his balls drew up
to his body as they were palmed and he roughly tugged on his cock before his
body tensed. He was vaguely aware of the fact he�d pushed Ron out but his main
focus was on the hot come streaming out of his dick, coating his hand and some
splattering the bed, as the blindfold was tugged off.� The hard throbs coursing through his crotch were
taking his breath away. The room both sounded and looked blurry as he raised
his head, panting with hoarse breath, wondering how on earth he�d reached
climax so quickly.

Soft hands touched his sides and pulled him upright. His
dazed eyes fell south and took in his wilting erection and the mess he�d made.
It vanished before his eyes with a murmured spell from the redhead behind him
and he was grateful. He had never realised he�d had a problem with looking at
his expulsion until that moment.

How can somebody so
young teach me so many lessons in what probably hasn�t
even been twenty five fucking minutes?

Ron released him and he did the first thing which popped
into his head, which was to fall face down on the bed, letting his legs trail
behind him. His feet were suddenly hot and itching and he ungracefully fought
to toe his socks off, moaning his frustration, and was grateful once more when
fingers hooked by his ankles and pulled them off. He flexed his toes in the
cool air and groaned.

�I left them on for a reason, you know,� Ron said softly,
and climbed onto the bed next to him, a hand smoothing up the plane of his back
and down again.

Severus grunted his questioning interest, unable to prise
his face out of the mattress due to the sated feeling commanding his muscles.

�I slowed down the stripping process,� Ron�s breath tickled
his ear. �So it wasn�t as much of a threat. You weren�t immediately exposed and
you didn�t have to reveal yourself. And you were still with one article of
clothing when you came, which you then practically begged me to take off� so
your nudity was something you embraced.�

Clever fucking little
shit.

Severus let the tops of his feet trail on the floorboards
and revelled in their coolness.

�I don�t think� well. I didn�t particularly have a problem with
the way you stripped me off last time, either,� Severus murmured, hoping his
words could be deciphered as he did not want to repeat them.

�And yet you were more nervous this time, I could feel it
radiating off you. The whiskey told me all I needed to know anyway��

�Because I was� I have thought of that night every night for
the past two weeks� your hands, your mouth� everything� and I am not a person
to give way to fantasy, Weasley, not often.�

Severus heard a light chuckle and then felt a kiss pressed
into his hair.

�Severus, your nerves aren�t a challenge to me, only you. I
can try everything I know to help you get over them, but they won�t go away
unless you can bottle the shame you feel by coming here��

�Which is something I don�t feel able to do,� Severus
shrugged simply, though somehow, raising his face from the mattress was not the
titanic battle he had assumed it would be. He turned his head to the side and
his dark eyes sought out Ron�s face. �But I have never been��

�Rimmed?� Ron supplied with brutal frankness.

�No,� Severus knew his face coloured. �Never before� nor have I managed to
spill that easily since I was your age, I don�t think��

�Well then I�m doing something right,� Ron winked, and fell
back to lounge on his elbows.

Severus noticed at some point his robe had disappeared and
the redhead was every bit as naked as he was, and there was a definite arousal
jutting up from auburn curls. Ron caught him looking at it and Severus arched
an eyebrow in question.

�It�s the sounds you make,� Ron looked thoughtfully down at
his own crotch. �For some reason they get me going. Unusual for me, I have to
say.�

Severus� eyes raked his form and the tiredness he had begun
to feel was instantly burnt away by something that he might have recognised as lust
in his youth. He forced himself to move, pushing his way onto his hands and
knees, crawling over so he hovered above the prone redhead, looking down at the
aerial view of his body. Ron said nothing but unlocked his elbows and lowered
his head onto the bed. Severus saw sapphire eyes disappear behind eyelids and
smiled slightly. Suddenly he couldn�t remember why he had felt the need to take
courage from alcohol.

As much as he hated to think of his former student living as
he did, Severus couldn�t deny that the young man was skilled at it. His eyes
were closed so that Severus could look at his form without feeling scrutinised,
which was, of course, exactly what he needed to feel comfortable doing it.

He swung one leg over the thin body and settled himself over
the tops of Ron�s thighs, lowering his torso down. He caught full lips with his
own and kissed gently. Severus tasted the remnants of whiskey and the cigarette
on the silky skin and revelled in it, swiping his tongue gently. Ron opened his
mouth in response and only then did Severus feel the hands on his back again,
his skin tingling everywhere it was touched.

They were thoroughly tonguing one another with ragged
breaths when Ron seemed to pick something up before Severus and groaned, his
eyes flying open. Severus then heard why -an urgent knocking on the door.

�I am so sorry,� Ron looked up at him nervously, and Severus
had the distinct impression that the redhead didn�t want to open the door for
fear of what was on the other side.

He rolled off him, landing on his back and Ron sprang off
the bed to the door, looking over his shoulder to see when Severus had covered
himself, which he did by sliding into the bed and pulling the sheets up.

He held his breath so that he might hear the conversation a little
better. He heard a male voice, low, almost desperate. Ron�s voice was louder
due to his closer proximity, but it could only have been a whisper.

�Are you trying to get me fucking killed?�

Severus only heard one word, which was �please�, and then he
saw Ron walk to a door he hadn�t noticed off the side of the room and
disappear, before flying back across the room and thrusting something into the
hallway.

There was a distinct gulp, uttered thanks and then Ron
closed the door again, returning to the bathroom before finally appearing by
the side of the bed again.

�Sorry,� he murmured once more and slid back into it,
straight up to Severus� side, his arms going around his torso.

�What was that?� Severus had to ask, his curiosity was burning away at him.

He had always been so anxious about being in the brothel
that he had never really taken the time to see if he could gain a better
understanding of how it worked, of how those within it operated. But that
evening he had learnt about the nature of the woman that ran it, and for the
first time he had been interrupted.

�Nothing,� Ron said, almost forcefully, and kissed Severus�
lips again.

�Is this an issue of trust?� Severus asked shrewdly. �What
did you give him?�

His mind was running through all sorts of potions that could
have been the liquid he�d caught sight of. Working as they did, it could have
been any number of things.

Ron had coloured slightly and his voice was low when he
spoke. �We get a certain number of� potions with which to take care of ourselves
a month. If we run out, tough luck. One of the newer
guys is having some trouble.�

�So basically you are telling me that if you get a sadist in
the first week of the month and you use everything, you are left without for
the rest of the month?�

All the horror rushed back to him, but Severus had to wonder
why on earth he was surprised. His assumptions on the owner had been right, and
it wasn�t out of character, it seemed, for the men that worked for her to be so
badly treated.

Either way, Ron didn�t answer him, but looked at a point
beyond his shoulder determinedly.

�And so you�re saying that he had run out, and he came to
you?�

�Yeah,� was the mumbled reply, so quiet that Severus could
tell the redhead really shouldn�t have been telling him any of it.

�Why would he come to you?� Severus grazed his fingertips
along the defined collarbone in front of him.

Ron�s throat bobbed with his swallow and he opened his mouth
and closed it again, his eyes falling shut as colour flooded his cheeks and
reddened the tips of his ears.

Just
like it used to in the classroom� Severus looked at the flaming ears
poking into scarcely redder hair and was thrown back into the memory of long
past Potions lessons and a years worth of Defence Against
the Dark Arts, seeing Ron flush with anger at an insult on any of his friends.

�They come to you because they know you never use your own
allowance,� Severus sighed. �That�s the truth, isn�t it? Tell me?�

Ron�s eyes were open again then, shining with defiance. �And
what if it is?�

�Just tell me,� Severus repeated coolly.

�Fine, you want the truth, don�t blame me if you can�t
handle it �no, I never use the potions allotted to me and they know that, so
they come to me when they run out, which is against the rules.�

�Why?� Severus couldn�t understand the logic behind denying
somebody in pain relief when surely their pain would only hinder their
performance and cause a payment reduction to the business as a whole.

�Call it a lesson in control,� Ron shrugged. �You get hurt,
that�s your own fault� everyone else here has protection for major things and
I� I�m the only one who�ll do the riskier stuff. But that doesn�t mean a man
with a cock the size of a beater�s bat ramming into you isn�t going to hurt,
especially if you�re new to this��

Severus licked his lips nervously and looked into the still
coloured face. �And what would happen if it were found out that you were
supplying your, ah, colleagues with extra pain relief?�

�I try not to think about that,� Ron�s eyes clouded then and
he pulled away, rolling onto his back.

�Does she�� he faltered and was
annoyed at his mincing words. �I�m guessing there�s hell to pay when you step
out of line, like earlier, outside the door? You sounded in pain?�

�You�re too astute for your own good, Severus,� Ron said
warmly, his eyes firmly trained up on the canopy above them. �And to be honest,
it�s not going to help you get rid of the feelings you have attached to coming
here. So give them up. Now.�

The words lashed against Severus� skin like a whip and he
instinctively pulled back at the harshness, sitting up in the bed and feeling
like an imbecile, mainly because a twenty-three-year-old had just snapped at
him.

But there�s the Ron
Weasley you remember from school. I wonder why he�s so much closer to the
surface tonight than the last time?

He was tempted to get out of the bed and get dressed and
leave. But then Severus looked down at the form next to him and realised what
implications it might bring for Ron, whom despite the risk, it seemed, was
willing to help those around him.

Or he just uses it as
an excuse to further deny himself what he deserves.

Severus sighed then, and realised that Ron was completely
right. The knowledge he had gained had done nothing to ease his conscience over
where he was or what he was doing.

�Go, if you want to,� Ron�s voice was a whisper. �I can
handle her.�

�And if you think I�m cowardly enough to give you cause to
have to, then you aren�t as gifted at analysing characters as you believe,�
Severus looked down his nose at him, narrowing his eyes. �Now, are you going to
tell me what the potion was?�

�Just pain relief,� Ron shrugged slightly. �The usual bog
standard one you breathed down my neck making at school.�

Severus ignored what he knew was an indirect slight on his
teaching skills and promptly got out of the bed before bending and pulling his
wand out of his fallen trousers.

�What are you doing?� Ron�s voice was terse as Severus pushed open the door to
the bathroom. �Severus, please, I know you�re just trying to help but
seriously-�

Severus turned to him and glared. �Look, even if you aren�t
using these, somebody else who isn�t
mentally challenged might as well. But there is no need for you get thrashed
for being a decent person.�

He turned then and pointed his wand at the empty bottle,
which began to fill. When it was brimming with the purple liquid, he cast a
preserving spell and then charmed the bottle to re-fill. Severus sensed wide
blue eyes watching his actions.

�How did you� what kind of re-filling charm was that?�

�Why?� Severus turned the wand over in his fingers, suddenly
aware of the fact he was totally naked, his feet cold on the tiles of the
minuscule bathroom�s floor.

His eyes flitted over the starkness of the room -all white,
clean, toilet, sink, impossibly tiny shower which Ron, towering over six foot,
must have had to stoop to fit in.

�Because she charms them so we can�t do that �don�t you think that one of us, at some point, might
have tried it? Even worse, when someone does, the damn thing shatters and you
lose what�s in it.�

�Well let�s just say that she apparently hasn�t factored
ex-dark wizard benefactors into her plans,� Severus arched an eyebrow and dared
Ron to complain.

The redhead faltered, his tongue flicking out to moisten dry
lips. �Why?�

The question hovered in the air and Severus frowned,
wondering why Ron would question his willingness to help. �What on earth do you
mean, why?�

�Why are you trying to help?� Ron�s face was a tumult of
emotion. �You don�t have to do this, Severus, you come here, pay through the
nose for your fuck, and leave. That�s it; it�s all it has to be.�

�I am well aware of that,� Severus drew himself up to his
full height. �But if you think I am cruel enough to sit back and watch that
kind of depravity, you�ve got another thing coming.�

�Well surely you sat back and saw a fair share of it during
the war,� Ron spat, before turning and disappearing back into the bedroom.

Severus remained rooted where he stood, the words bolting his
feet to the tiles. He saw Ron re-appear by the window, clothed in his usual
thin robe, and heard the spark of a match whilst the red hair quivered when the
man bowed his head to light the cigarette Severus knew was clamped firmly in
between his lips.

He looked at the wand in his hand, and then at the bottle
resting on the side of the tiny sink. His eyes then
landed on the range of bottles on the shelf next to the shower, which seemed a
huge supply of shower gels and body care. Everything about the bathroom made
him want to walk out the door and never return, the place where bottles which
would transform the men into more appealing subjects took precedence over those
which would help them deal with the agony caused by their clients. His stomach
gave a definite flip and he sucked in some air, hoping it would still his
nerves. The whiskey was working against him, he realised, and he pushed his
fingertips into his eyes to try and alleviate the pressure he felt there.

Strange, he knows that
I work for the Ministry, he has been warned personally by his employer to keep
me on side and yet he tries to offend me and rejects my help�

That thought in his mind Severus stepped back onto the
floorboards, now warm in comparison to the tiles, and made his way around the
bed, letting one hand trail up to catch hold of a bedpost.

�You have no right to bring that up now. You know
everything, you know what I was doing and why. If you had any idea of the times
I tried and failed to save people��

�Is that what you�re doing?� Ron asked suddenly, his head
snapping to the side and sapphire eyes locking onto Severus� face. �Is that
what you think this is, saving me?
Because I thought I made myself perfectly clear last time, Severus, about where
I stood on the whole safety issue. I don�t give a damn, Severus.�

�But you obviously do about your
colleagues, or why would you have shared your stock even when you know what it means if you are caught?�

Severus threw that in wondering if he had made the right assumptions
on what would happen. The nervous
shift of Ron�s shoulders and the tensing of his back had him almost convinced.

�Those marks on your back,� Severus said quietly. �Not a client, were they?�

�Severus, if you know what�s good for you, shut up,� Ron
warned, flicking his ash away into mid-air, where it melted.

�And if I don�t want to?�

�Then I can safely say we�re done,� Ron turned and folded
his arms over his chest, reminding Severus firmly of the first night he had
been there, when Ron had been hell bent on gaining his promised discretion.

�Why?� Severus gestured with his other hand.

That was when he realised he really was a little drunk, it was never a good sign when he started
gesticulated with his hands when talking. Memories flashed before his eyes of
being in Albus� office, having had one too many glasses of the proffered wine,
and getting passionate in his speech and Albus laughing at him.

�This is a two way street,� Ron narrowed his eyes. �I guard
any shred of evidence that you�ve been here with my life, you do the same for
me. I�ve barely asked any questions about your personal life, because it isn�t
my business to know, Severus. I�m your whore, your rentboy,
what ever the hell you want to call me. Lover,
even, if you don�t want to be honest to yourself!� He exclaimed wildly. �But I
haven�t asked those questions, and you should show me the same respect by
staying out of my life, my work problems,� he waved the hand free of the
cigarette at the room.

Severus looked at him then, at the shadows beneath his eyes,
the long red hair and glittering blue eyes. Even in his anger the man was
beautiful.

�Why do you find it so hard to accept that I might not feel
comfortable watching you purposefully punish yourself when you have no cause to
do so?� Severus asked him, keeping his voice level.

�I do have cause,� Ron shrugged simply. �But it�s not my
problem if you don�t agree with it.�

�I don�t,� Severus admonished flatly. �Absolutely not.
You think surviving was some lucky fate that you deserve to be punished for!�
He was aware of his hands lifting and demonstrating with his words. �Maybe if
you�d listen you�d realise that surviving was enough punishment alone.�

Severus� breath had quickened during his rant and he saw
that Ron looked at him a little oddly.

�You were never this sexy at school. But then I suppose you
were never stark bollock naked at school, either,� Ron�s eyes raked up and down
his form.

Severus was too angry with his disregard for life to care.

�You know,� Ron continued, sauntering closer, the cigarette
dangling loosely from his fingers in a way which made him completely
devil-may-care and Severus suddenly had to fight hard not to launch himself at
the younger man, �I really can�t understand why you�re not in a relationship.�

The words were soft, and Severus recognised that they were
not a pitted challenge, but he couldn�t help but be thrown off guard by them.
The cigarette was lifted and placed between full lips and then hands were on
his bare shoulders.

�You are probably a hell of a lot more attractive than you
think you are, Snape.�

Some of the ash broke off when the stick moved with Ron�s
speech, but it melted before it could land on Severus� skin.

�Long dark hair, eyes deeper than an ocean, nice if thin
body� really, why aren�t you with someone?�

�It�s none of your business,� Severus� pride kicked in and
he inwardly groaned as Ron stepped back, a tiny smug smile creeping onto his
lips.

�You don�t talk about your personal life, and I won�t talk about mine,� he
grabbed the cigarette and jabbed it in Severus� direction. �I think that�s a
fair trade, don�t you?�

�And what if I were to leave right now, hmm?� Severus burst
forth again. �If I were to walk down the stairs, say I was utterly disgusted
with the tramp in the room on the top floor and that I was taking my business
elsewhere, then what would you do?�

�Ride it out, like always. You wouldn�t be the first,� Ron
shrugged, and moved to stub out his cigarette. �Two years, three walk outs.�

�Why?� Severus suddenly frowned, knowing he was blowing his
cover of the bluff but not really caring. �Who on earth would be stupid enough
as to pass you up?�

�You old flatterer,� Ron laughed suddenly, and turned back
to the bed, sitting down upon it. �Well, you know me now� describe me,� blue
eyes looked up at him. �Describe the qualities in me which you maybe like or
find surprising, but you think make me a good little whore.�

Severus bristled at the frank description but licked his
tongue around the edge of his teeth, contemplating. �Honest, warm, easy talker,
attractive, seductive�� those words came to the forefront easily. �But then you
are also a superb physical analyst, you understand the psychology better than I
ever expected someone working in your profession would ever bother to do��

�Well, yes. You, for whatever reason, like me to be that
way. But the thing is, when they don�t, I won�t change, Severus.�

�But you said that you�d be whatever they wanted you to be?�
Severus recalled Ron�s words from two weeks before.

�Figuratively,� he shrugged. �I�ll be what they want �salsa dancer, bondage
participant, hell, I�ll even do breathplay if that�s
what they fucking want, Severus, but my actual personality, I refuse to
change.�

�So that� all the touches, the kissing�
that�s actually you?� Severus didn�t know why he felt discomforted by
that.

�Yes, it�s me,� Ron answered him honestly. �And I could tell
when you were here last time; you were telling yourself that it couldn�t
possibly be. I was being paid to fuck you and nothing more, so my touches were
empty.�

�So they mean the same for everyone, doesn�t that rather
diminish their meaning?� Severus let himself sink down onto the bed next to
him.

�I don�t think so, it�s still different with every man that
walks through the door, Severus,� Ron shrugged. �Those kinks obviously have to
shape what I do. But with you� there weren�t any kinks, so I
wasn�t wondering how tight the rope was going to be that night, or if I was
going to be half-strangled� no. That night was very real to me, I
guess. And I suppose it would help your confidence to know I�ve been really fucking hard pushed to forget
it.�

Severus blushed a little then, even though he was trying his
utmost not to. �You�re right. That does help.�

Ron gave him a little grin, Severus let his hand freely go
as it was tugged up to the soft lips and kissed, first on the back, then on the
palm and then a little more wetly on the wrist.

�The spell I used,� Severus cleared his throat.
�Untraceable. Potion is coming from my private stock. Nobody ever need know.�

�Your private stocks?� Ron raised
an eyebrow, not releasing the wrist and it tingled as he spoke with his lips so
close to the skin.

�You think after all those years I would just give up
brewing?� Severus asked.

�Well, we all knew it wasn�t what you really wanted to teach.�

�Do you think spending the whole of my life trapped in a castle with annoying
little shits, dealing with their trivial every day traumas and maladies was
what I really wanted to do with my
life, Weasley?!�

Ron swallowed then and the smile was back on his face. �When
you put it like that, guess not.�

�The potion will always re-fill,� Severus said calmly. �And
if there is anything else you have that I can charm and help with, tell me.�

�You any good at brewing the one that staves off premature
ejaculation?�

�What time period?�

�Half an hour,� Ron was looking at him with gratitude.

�For� you, or your clients?�

�Clients,� Ron said, without batting an eyelid. �� I know
it�s dirty and underhand, but seriously� if they wait longer, it�ll be better,
and if they stay longer�� he made a rolling motion with his hand.

�They know they�re drinking it?�

�Slip it into a drink.�

�That is so very illegal,� Severus sighed. �And�� his eyes
suddenly swivelled to the whiskey bottle, looking at it in horror.

�I wouldn�t dream of drugging you, Severus,� Ron assured
him. �If only because I know you�ll recognise the taste.�

�Impudent brat,� Severus muttered. �I don�t need it.�

�Really, because you seemed pretty excited before��

�Well really, you
do that to a man for the first time; he�s bound get a little over-animated!�

�That�s what you call it?� Ron snorted, getting to his feet
and dropping Severus� wrist.

Severus didn�t know what made him speak next, but the words were
already half out before he knew his mouth had opened. �I�m not in a
relationship because I appear to be somewhat socially inept. At
least romantically, if nothing else.�

Ron didn�t comment as he stooped and picked something up
from the floor, which Severus noticed must have been
his bag. His grip was too loose and it tipped, sending the contents out onto
the floor.

�And you say you�re
socially inept, at least you�re not a fucking klutz with it,� Ron muttered,
crouching down. Severus winced at the way his knees cracked.

He bent down and picked up an object by his feet, which was
a smallish book that had landed open and page up. On closer inspection he saw
that it was a notebook, with messy scrawls and different coloured inks.
Severus� eyes latched onto a comment which said �no dirty talk �makes him
laugh� and suddenly everything on the page, including the initials at the top,
made sense.

�What�s this?� he marshalled his face into a sombre countenance,
even though he was laughing somewhat inside that Ron kept notes on his clients,
just as he had suspected.

The redhead�s eyes widened with comical shock as he saw the
book which Severus had raised airily in his hand, his thumb keeping the spot of
the page he�d read.

�Give me that back,� he said immediately, thrusting his hand
forward. Severus noted that it trembled slightly.

�See, the thing is, Weasley,� Severus drawled, lounging back
on the bed and raising the book to his eyes. �I�m rather interested to see the
sort of men you deal with.�

�Severus, please, if anyone found
out that I even have that I�d be in serious shit, now give it back.�

�Well, I presume you�ve written about me in this, I think I
at least deserve to see that,� Severus flicked to the last written pages and
found himself reading about somebody else.

His eyes caught the words �poss. abusive� and blinked, eyes
skimming over the written words, stomach turning when he didn�t like what he
found. Not wanting to lose the slightly playful atmosphere which had bounced up
around them, Severus quickly moved back until he found what he was looking for,
his own initials at the top of what turned out to be a whole three pages.

�Three pages?� he looked over the top of the book at Ron
with a quirked eyebrow. �I daresay this�ll prove more fascinating reading than
you ever churned out as Potions homework.�

�Severus�� the plea was quiet.

Severus would have given the book back at the solemnity in
the tone, but then his eyes caught the acronym �PHD� and he frowned. �Alright,
I know I am probably rather unversed in the language of the youth of today, but
can you explain PHD to me please? Isn�t that a muggle academic achievement?�

He looked at Ron again and was surprised to actually find
him blushing and looking at the floor in his embarrassment. �You�re� look, give me the book back before I take it from you.�

�I�ll give it back if you explain what that means,� Severus
was seriously rankled by the fact he didn�t understand what the description
meant.

�It�ll only go to your head,� Ron warned him. �And you were
never meant to see that anyway.�

Severus sat up again and looked at him expectantly,
reminiscent, he was sure, of his days as Hogwarts� Potions Master.

�Fine,� the redhead burst out angrily. �It stands for Pretty
Huge Dick, if you really want to
know, Snape.�

Stunned, Severus� grip on the book fell slack and he
provided no resistance when Ron reached forward and snatched it out of his
fingers. He closed it with a very precise snap and rammed it into the bag now
resting on the table. Severus watched as he picked up the item he had been
originally looking for, which turned out to be a large bar of chocolate. He
recognised the definite crack of the slab when Ron bent it between his hands.

He sat in silence as he heard another gentler snap as the
redhead bit into it. Severus observed that his jaw made a tiny clicking noise
with every chew of the chocolate. It was only the smallest of things, but he
suddenly felt far too intimate with the man. The interrupting knock on the door
seemed to have blown the sensual ambience which had filled the room prior to it
into nothing. Severus realised with a jolt it was that atmosphere that made it
feel normal.

�Apologies, I should have given it back when you first
asked,� Severus looked down at his thighs.

�No big deal,� Ron shrugged, but didn�t turn back from the window.

�It clearly is,� Severus got to his feet and without warning
wrapped his arms around the redhead from behind, closing his eyes to the feel of
the warm body. �I don�t like the look of your newest,� he whispered delicately
in Ron�s ear.

�Neither did I,� Ron admitted, Severus hated the shaky note
in his tone.

�Is he a regular?�

�No,� the red hair shook with his answer, and relief was
very obviously the prevalent emotion attached to it.

�Good,� Severus let his hand creep between the ends of the
robe and settled it across Ron�s flat stomach. �I know you don�t understand why
I care, but I do��

Ron swallowed the mouthful of chocolate he had and turned
around in Severus� arms, licking the remnants from his back teeth. �Would you
like to read the rest of it? Just your pages, though.�

�Why do you keep it if it could land you in trouble?�

�Because I�m not a fucking genius,� Ron laughed, reaching
one arm out and pulling the book back into view. �I have to have some sort of
record or I�d go nuts.�

�That many of us, eh?� Severus
murmured, before stealing a kiss from his lips.

�Sort of,� Ron shrugged. �Come on, this might actually be
good for you to read what I wrote.�

He brushed past and caught Severus� hand, pulling him back
to the bed. Severus nervously slid in next to him, rather worried what the book
might actually contain beyond the first complimentary phrase.

�You seemed surprised,� Ron flicked to the back and kept his
eyes on the book as he found the right page. �About the PHD
comment.�

�I have never considered it to be,� Severus admitted.

�Well, I�ve seen enough to be an authority on the matter, and I rule PHD,� Ron
winked at him, and then thrust the book over.

Severus took it and placed it in his lap.� �Your handwriting is atrocious,� he muttered
for something to say and Ron laughed.

�Not much changes,� he leant
closer, so that their shoulders touched. �Hermione used to say that to me all
the time. When she was finishing off all your poxy
essays, that is.�

�They were there for your own good,� Severus scowled down at
the pages, even though so far they had not offended him until he alighted on
one word which made him bristle. �What does that mean ��easy�? I assure you I
am not!�

�Look at it in context,� Ron tutted,
pointing his finger to the phrase above. �Moans readable
�easy.�

�And what does that mean in the name of Merlin�s good
creation?�

�That I can tell what you feel, how much you like something,
by the noise you�re making.�

�I wasn�t aware I was particularly vocal.�

�You�re kidding, right?� Ron laughed, and did so again when Severus looked at
him in surprise. �Whatever you are outside of the bedroom, Severus, reserved,
quiet� you certainly aren�t quiet in
the middle of an orgasm.�

Blushing furiously once more, Severus moved on, wondering
why on earth the redhead had the ability to make a man such as himself flush
almost on command.

He must be making that
up, I certainly am not loud! Ooh, though� He saw the words �fantastic
kisser� circled twice. He hid his smile.

His eyes followed a sentence to the next page and he nearly
choked when he read �needs lessons in
losing control and letting go and coming when he fucking feels like it�.

�You do,� Ron must have sensed his indignation. �You told me
to stop all those times when you probably could have come from all of them, if
you�d let yourself. You have a very pre-conceived idea of what we should be
doing.�

�And my information is wrong?� Severus questioned, eyes
flicking to the next page with the word ideas underlined.

�I�d say so; you certainly seemed to enjoy what I had
planned a hell of a lot more than what you had.�

But Severus was no longer listening; his dark eyes were
transfixed on the words causing his mind to form a million and one dirty
images. The ideas that Ron had listed to try and get him to loosen up were
making his mouth-water and his cock stir. It was only covered by the thin sheet
and he knew Ron would notice it the second it started to tent the material. But
caught up in a vision of being rendered immobile and having the redhead eat
chocolate off his extremities, he didn�t even flinch when it happened.

�I just thought those up the other night, we don�t have to
do them,� Ron shrugged, chewing his lip. �Do you agree with my assessment of
you, though?�

�Which was basically nervy, caustic but somewhat sexy? Oh, and, a fantastic kisser?� Severus turned to him.

�Where have I implied that you were caustic?� Ron demanded,
sending the book across the room to bury in his bag again.

�Oh,� Severus dropped his eyes to the sheet. �No, you did
not, you are right.�

�You just assume I think that of you because you think it of yourself.�

�I know it,�
Severus corrected. �All my life all anybody has ever told me is that I am a
miserable bastard with an acid tongue and no warmth.�

Ron looked at him for a moment before a kind smile turned up
his lips. �Well, I�m not going to lie to you, I�ve said all that, and more
�much ruder, too- in my time. But that was before I managed to get up close to
you and break through the walls.�

�You haven�t gotten through anything,� Severus informed him
with a slight glare.

�Oh, so, really. This whole business about saving me,� Ron looked at the
bathroom door. �The potion on the edge of the sink?
The way you held me and kissed me last time? Would a miserable, cold, acidic
bastard do all that?�

�Yes,� Severus reasoned. �Just because a person is one thing
in the rest of their character it doesn�t mean that they are like it in every
single instance.�

�I don�t buy it,� Ron shook his head with a grimace. �I
think that when you�re in bed with someone and you�re being natural, your true
personality comes out, and if it�s truly right, you can�t stop it.�

�Which is why you claim to be this power rentboy
who has fucked hundreds of men and yet you get off on my moans and nearly
melted when I kissed you?�

Severus hedged a bet again on the last part of the sentence and Ron�s blush
told him he�d hit the target. �It seems you are not the only one capable of
reading characters, Weasley. You forget that I was a spy. It was my job to
read.�

�Shame you can�t read yourself, save us a lot of the
belly-aching every time you turn up,� Ron snorted, and flopped down onto his
back.

Severus said nothing to that, but looked back to the bag on
the table. He had been sure within it he had seen a diary. �How does your
schedule work?� He asked interestedly. �Do you arrange it or is everything done
by her?�

�We tend to work together,� Ron replied. �But it�s getting
towards Christmas now and it�ll get busier. I�ll probably have to go up to
about six a night to keep her happy.�

�Jesus�� Severus couldn�t help the breathy disapproval.

�Just the way it is.�

�It doesn�t have to be,� Severus muttered before he could
stop himself. �What about Christmas, do you work?�

�Of course I fucking work!� Ron
laughed. �Miserable families, men falling out with their
wives, new lonely men needing company� busiest time of the year. I�ll
work Christmas night like usual.�

Severus couldn�t help it, he found the thought abhorrent.

�And how much would one be forced
to pay if one wanted to be your last client on Christmas night, I wonder?�

�You can�t afford it,� Ron�s voice was full of teasing which
hardly made Severus feel any better.

�Try me.�

�Severus, you don�t have to do this if it�s your chivalrous
side trying to get out again. Honestly. You spent enough years saving Harry. Go
and live your life.�

�I am not trying
to save you,� Severus growled. �Is it so incomprehensible to your tiny mind
that I might actually like what we�?� he waved between them as a finish.

�Which so far tonight has been rimming, then sitting around bitching and
arguing for nearly two and a half hours,� Ron looked over at the clock on top
of the alcohol cabinet.

�Can I book it or not?� Severus asked him flatly.

�Why are you wasting your money on me, Severus?� Ron asked,
as if he�d just been bought an overly expensive gift. �Seriously.
You have all the right components, go out there, find yourself a nice man and
fall in love with him. You�re wasting yourself here.�

�Why do you say that?� Severus swallowed nervously.

�You�re attentive and attractive, Severus �when you make the
effort with your hair, that�s pretty much all a bloke needs. Look so hot you
could fry an egg on your arse and remember birthdays, anniversaries and deathdates and you�re there, I promise.�

�I don�t want a relationship,� Severus sighed. �I do not
want someone intruding in on my life.�

�Yeah, fine, surely it would be cheaper than coming to see
me every time you needed release, though?�

�Are you trying to chase me away, Weasley, is that what this
is about?� Severus asked, chest aching for reasons he couldn�t explain.

Smooth hands landed on his shoulders then, and he took the
weight of Ron�s body as he straddled his legs. Fingers tilted up his face and
his lips were claimed in a tight and thoroughly dominated kiss. It rendered him
speechless with his belly firing up in passion.

�No, Severus,� Ron pulled back. �I am not trying to chase
you away. I�d be a fool to do that.�

�Because I pay so fucking well?�
Severus� lips curled up into a sneer.

Ron shook his head and kissed away the angry expression.
�No, because you seem to be a very welcome fish out of water in this dump, and
I�m not letting you go now I�ve got you.�

Severus shuddered when a hand grabbed his erection through
the sheet and squeezed tightly.

�Unless you want to be let go, of course,� Ron murmured as
an afterthought.

�Fuck no,� Severus cracked their noses together in attempt
to shake his head and show just how much he didn�t want to stop.

�Please don�t,� Ron gave him a wan smile. �She doesn�t like
it when she has to heal broken bones. Even if it wasn�t our
fault.�

Severus tried his very hardest to push away the images of
the redhead beaten and battered by the hand of whatever scum had been in his
bed, but he couldn�t. His shoulders slumped and he exhaled loudly.

�Sorry,� Ron told him. �I shouldn�t have said that.�

They fell to silence and Severus wondered if he would ever
stop feeling guilty about his actions.

�So did you like any of my ideas in the book?� Ron changed
the subject with false brightness.

�Yes,� Severus answered curtly. �All of them.�

�All of them?� Ron asked in surprise.

�I certainly wouldn�t rule any of them out.�

�Good,� Ron�s smile was true and bright. �I aim to please,
and all that.�

�Did you bring that chocolate because you were planning on
doing that�?�

�Well, to be honest, no, I bought that because I didn�t get
dinner before I left and I�m starving,� Ron�s stomach gave a loud growl to
hammer home his point.

�Why didn�t you eat?�

�No time,� Ron lied badly, and Severus had no choice but to
let it drop as he was kissed again.

Ron pulled up and gave him a somewhat dazzling smile, before
reaching for his wand. Using it he summoned the remainder of the bottle of the
whiskey and the open bar of chocolate.

�So. Chocolate
and whiskey, two things you like, Severus?� He asked with raised
eyebrows.

�That depends on the quality,� Severus smirked back at him.

�Well we already know the whiskey�s a hit,� Ron unscrewed
the cap and raised it to his own lips, taking a swig. He carefully raised it to
Severus� and tipped some into his mouth. �Let�s see about the chocolate.�

He left the bottle balancing down in between Severus� legs
as he reached over and broke off a chunk of chocolate.

�Actually, I think I can combine two of the ideas on the list,
should have thought of his earlier,� Severus watched him get a firm grip on his
wand. �Remember, we can stop at any time.�

�Just bloody do it, you�re making me hungry,� Severus
muttered, his eyes fixing on the melting confectionary in the redhead�s fingertips.

But what Ron actually did made him so hard his cock knocked
against the whiskey bottle through the sheet. His hands rose up level with his
head and were tied to the headboard of the bed with the same fabric that had
blindfolded him earlier in the night. Forced backwards by his restraints,
Severus noticed how his chest was completely on display to anything Ron wanted
to do to it.

�Okay?� Ron murmured, his eyes sparkling through his fringe.

�Oh, absolutely dreadful,� Severus deadpanned, rolling his
eyes. �No, I�m not being forced to rub against a glass bottle here��

Ron looked down between them and a positively filthy smile
lit up his features. �Tut tut,� he looked up again
and then raised the lump of chocolate up to Severus� mouth, holding it just out
of his reach.

�Do you do this often?� Severus scowled at him.

�What?� Ron asked innocently.

�Tie up men in their forties, plug them with whiskey and then not give them
delicious chocolate when they�re practically begging for it.�

�I didn�t think you would be a man for begging, Severus.�

�It was a figure of speech, now give me the damned
chocolate.�

�Say please,� Ron moved the chocolate further away.

Severus growled at him but wasn�t surprised when Ron did
nothing but smirk a little harder.

When was the last time
anybody played a game with me and walked away with both their legs in tact?
Severus was stunned by the suddenly mischievous nature their evening had taken.

�What, you want this?� Ron waved it closer to his mouth and
Severus tried to be one step ahead, to get it out of his fingers before he
could jerk it away again. �Who knew you were so playful, hmm? I can be like
that��

Severus was trying to ignore the honey-sweet soporific tone
Ron was laying on in spades, and his eyes caught the chocolate heading for his
chest. He felt the sticky lump circle around his right nipple and then it was
pressed completely over the centre. He looked down and saw that it had left a
chocolate trail where it had touched.

And then he watched as Ron sat up, smirked once more, and
put the chocolate in his own mouth, chewing with slow deliberate moves of his
lips and then �Severus thought he might actually melt- he put his hand to his
mouth and licked his chocolatey fingers clean.

�You bastard,� Severus hissed, with mingled disappointment
over the lost mouthful and pleasure over the way Ron�s cheeks hollowed as he
cleaned the last finger with a little suck.

Without warning the red hair flopped onto the skin of
Severus� chest as Ron latched onto his nipple and set about licking the
chocolate from there, too.

Sweet Galahad�s balls
I�m going to die. Actually die. So refined, Severus.
Forty-odd years of impeccable self-control and you�re undone by a leggy
redhead, a bar of low-grade chocolate and bottle of bloody whiskey�

He was jerked out of his lament by the fact his lips opened
and he involuntarily gasped when teeth razed the flesh of his nipple, and then
Ron sat up and looked at him.

�Now, ready to try the chocolate thing again?� He asked with
a smile, reaching out and snapping off some more.

That time he didn�t tease, he put the piece straight to
Severus� mouth and set it against his lips. Keeping his eyes firmly locked onto
their sapphire counterparts, Severus flicked out his tongue and licked at the
sweetness parting his mouth before Ron pushed it in.

As it had before when he had heard Ron�s jaw clicking, being
fed by him felt too intimate, but at
least the fires seemed to be burning again between them. Ron kept his fingers
to Severus� lips as he slowly chewed through the chocolate. But then he
replaced them with his own lips and Severus couldn�t help the throaty moan
which sounded, as a tongue thrust in and scooped the remainder of the sweet
back into Ron�s own mouth.

�I�m just really
hungry,� Ron whispered, nose-to-nose with Severus.

�You�re just a cocky little bastard,� Severus smirked at
him.

�Funny, I think there�s something else I could probably sate
my appetite with,� Ron commented, and yanked the bottle up from in between
them. He raised it to his lips once more, taking a considerably larger swig,
Severus noted, and swilled it around his mouth before swallowing. Then the
bottle was tipped to Severus� lips again and he willingly took the measure of
fiery amber, feeling it clear away the cloying chocolate on his back teeth.

�I�m not supposed to drink when I�m working,� Ron looked at
the bottle pensively before raising it to his lips again and knocking some more
back. �But if you�re pissed I don�t see why I shouldn�t be.�

�I am no such thing,� Severus narrowed his eyes.

�Really?� Ron laughed. �Right.�
He reached out and set the bottle down on the bedside table.

Then he shifted back, tugging the sheet with him as he went,
revealing the rest of Severus� body. He looked down at his almost-purple
erection and wondered when it had gotten quite so engorged. Severus knew it
would probably add much more weight to Ron�s drunken argument if he admitted he
didn�t remember.

All thoughts of whether he was drunk, or that he was tied
up, desperate, going-to-hell-for-being-in-a-whorehouse, completely without
modesty and absolutely everything
else in his mind flew far away as Ron sank between his legs, grabbed another
piece of chocolate, and began smoothing it over his cock, leaving milky brown
streaks behind it.

Must not giggle�
ex-Potions Masters do not giggle at what that looks like�

He swallowed hard and was glad when Ron ate the chocolate
and immediately set to licking up what he had spread. Severus groaned and
pressed his hips up, but found it hard without his hands. He found he had to be
content with slumping bonelessly against the
headboard as arousal was cleaned with precision by his whore�s talented mouth.

Severus felt a hot grip pressing into his hips and he knew
Ron was holding him down; he instinctively bent up his legs and flung them
wider, not caring how the backs of his thighs burned in complaint. His heels
seemed to dig into the mattress as his head began to swim.

Ron had caught the head of his cock in between reddened lips
and Severus� mouth fell open in silent blissful torture as his cheeks hollowed
as before and there was the most glorious sucking sensation assaulting his
skin. With a few noisy slurps which made him shiver, Ron had moved down and
then there were gentle licks all over his sac, tracing over the hairy flesh before they were taken in just like
his cock had been, and subjected to the slow, wet torment of sucking.

Severus hated the betraying gasp he let out when a finger
grazed over his entrance and began to circle. He closed his eyes and felt his
face burn up, making the sweat he hadn�t noticed
tingle on his brow. He was moaning again, he could hear the deep, grumbling
noises as though they came from far away.

I most definitely do
not sound like that sober. Fucking redhead.

Ron licked a broad swipe up his shaft and wrapped his free
hand around the base. He stuck his tongue out and swirled it around the head,
which Severus watched with a contorted face of amazement when he looked down.
He bucked when Ron looked up and caught his gaze.

�You�re going to come for me,� Ron whispered, and without
giving Severus the chance to protest, he swallowed him halfway, letting his
tongue massage the underside, and then he began to bob his head up and down in
the same maddening motions he had made the first time he had given Severus a
blow job.

�Oh Christ� I�. ah� AHHH!� Severus
threw his head back and ignored the painful thump he made on the headboard. All
he cared about was the demon in between his legs intent on sucking his soul out
through non-invasive measures via his penis.

And he knew from the tingling in his balls that Ron was
going to get his orgasm out of him, knew it from the way his feet clenched up
and his hands drew into fists.

That
noise cannot, absolutely not, possibly be me, Severus was in denial
to the last as he deciphered almost whimpering pants and mewls and groans.

�Oh, fucking hell, Ron, yes, yes, YES!!�

Sweat trickled down the side of his face, Severus couldn�t
understand how he was so hot.

Or so bloody ganting for it� fuck�

The finger which had continued circling suddenly pressed
into him and he arched up into Ron�s
face, lodging his cock deeper in the man�s mouth, and then the finger brushed
against the right place. He bucked again and felt his cock hit the back of a
heated, wet throat and he choked, arched his back, and came
hard, straight down into the muscles that had provoked his climax.

�Oh, fuck, yes, oh
sweet gods�� his own embarrassing litany of praise seemed to return to a higher
volume as Ron pulled up and cleaned the come away from his cock as it dribbled
out, reaching the end of the aftershocks.

And Severus lost all reason when the redhead lapping between
his thighs actually groaned at the taste of him �Severus was sure there was no
other catalyst for the noise. Ron�s eyes had slid shut at the same time and he
suddenly wrapped his lips around the tip again, giving it a thorough wash
before pulling up for the last time and sitting back on his heels. In his
crotch Severus saw his erection jutting up.

He looked over the flushed face, almost as sweaty as his own
was, and noticed some drops of missed semen on his bottom lip. Knowing that it
was his nearly had him hard again, but his member just gave an almost painful
twitch and sagged against his belly. Ron had licked it away within another ten
seconds.

�Now that�s a lesson in letting go,� Ron breathed, coughing
slightly as he reached for the bottle again.

�That can�t have tasted pleasant,� Severus didn�t lift his
head from where it lolled against the board. His arms were beginning to tingle
from the lack of blood.

�Not bad at all,� Ron gave him a wink and washed his mouth
out with spirit, swallowing with a gasp. �And really, when you�re that happy
about what I�m doing, I couldn�t give a fuck what it tasted like��

He shot Severus a re-assuring smile and took another
mouthful, before snatching up his wand and releasing his hands. He let out an
exhausted groan and looked up, alarmed, when Severus reached out and grabbed
hold of his erection.

�You don�t seriously think I�m going to let this go to
waste, do you?� Severus raised an eyebrow at him.

Ron froze, one hand still clasped around the neck of the
whiskey bottle. He looked down at his manhandled dick and murmured, �You don�t
have to.�

�I want to,� Severus announced, and then he pounced, sending
Ron crashing back onto the mattress.

�Fuck, Sev,� he laughed, struggling to keep the bottle aloft
and upright.

Severus grabbed it from him and upended it to his lips,
throwing his head back, taking three large gulps before he banished it to the
bedside table. Ron was looking up at him with glittering eyes and Severus gave
his cock a hard squeeze.

He didn�t comment on what Ron had just called him. He was
too buoyed up to ruin his mood with the past.

***

�No! Please, no!�

Severus was jerked from a deep sleep by the hoarse screaming
which sounded like it was coming from right on top of his head. And then he
gasped as a fist thumped hard into his gut, his limbs jerked in response and
his eyes finally flew open.

With the lamp post outside turning the floor orange, Severus
noted that it was still dark beyond it and then he looked sideways, seeing the
form of Ron�s long body thrashing where he lay. He flew into a sitting position
and realised that, again, for the second time he had woken up in the whorehouse
bed next to Ron there was the presence of crashing thunder indicating a
hangover pounding at his skull.

�Urgh,� he groaned, but the noise only seemed to set the
flailing redhead off again.

But when words came again, they were different, lower, more desperate.

�No! No, you can�t� please don�t take him from me��

Severus blinked in the darkness and didn�t know what to do,
whether to wake Ron up or not, but he was forced into action when a hideous
almost animalistic howling noise ripped out of the young man�s throat in what
must have been agony in his nightmare. Unable to bear listening to the sounds
of grief, Severus reached out and grabbed hold of Ron�s hands so they couldn�t
smack into him again.

�Ron, wake up, it�s just a dream,� he said firmly, raising
his voice as much as he could bear above the banging in his mind. �Ron,� he
gave the hands a shake.

The words had levelled to a pathetic whimpering and Severus frowned
in frustration. �Ron, come on, wake up, it�s just a nightmare,� he wondered
when his agreements had ever included night time counselling for his whore.

He knew he was being harsh but his head hurt so much. He shook the hands again and
was relieved when Ron�s eyes finally flicked open and looked wildly up at him.

�S-Severus?� He muttered. �What�s
going on?�

�You had a nightmare,� Severus replied to him and released
his hands.

�Harry,� Ron murmured, reaching up to rub at his eyes and
Severus wondered if tears had sprung up there. If they had, they were gone as
Ron pulled his hand away and the shocked and frightened expression was replaced
with one of utmost apology.

�I�m sorry, Severus, look �I�ll make it up to you,� he
pushed himself into a sitting position. �I�ll come to yours and we can do a
session completely free of charge.�

�I don�t need to be fucked for free,� Severus heard his voice raspy with sleep,
it sounded far harsher than he had intended. �S�long
as you�re alright and don�t punch me in the stomach again.�

Severus saw Ron�s face bleach white in the dark room and
looked at how his mouth fell open.

�I�m so sorry,� he repeated, reaching out touch his fingers
to Severus� naked skin. �Fuck. This is why I shouldn�t drink on the job, the
whiskey��

�Shh,� Severus whispered, if only
to get him to stop aggravating the pounding in his head. He fell back down in
the bed and yawned, reaching up to drag Ron�s warm and slightly sweaty body
closer. �Roll over,� he muttered.

Ron complied without comment and Severus was able to mould
himself to the man�s back, his arm hooked somewhat possessively over the taut
stomach. He kissed a naked shoulder.

�Does that happen often?� he asked quietly, closing his
eyes.

�Too often,� Ron whispered back.

�Dreamless sleep potions?�

Ron didn�t answer.

�I can get them for you.� Severus gave him a little squeeze.

�No,� Ron replied, voice stronger than it had been in the
entire time since he�d come out of the dream.

�But if you�re suffering from-�

�I said no,� he repeated in a low, dangerous tone.

�Might I ask why not?� Severus refused to let it drop, a
niggling feeling in his mind at what Ron�s answer might be.

�Because I don�t deserve them, nor do I deserve this,� he
reached up and grabbed Severus� lazily draped arm, and shoved it off his body.

He shifted to the other edge of the bed and Severus looked
at his back open-mouthed with shock.

This is absolutely
ridiculous. His head hurt but his senses weren�t dulled, and Severus immediately
scooted across to press into Ron again, and then he grabbed him much more
tightly, rolling him back so he could work his other arm beneath his body. He
heard a slight groan of protest but Ron did not move again. They lay almost on
the very edge of the bed together.

�Nothing you say will get me to release you,� Severus
whispered harshly in his ear. �Nothing you can say will convince me that you
should be starved of comforting human touch, Ron. Nothing.�

�Why do you care?� Ron burst out desperately.

�I don�t know why I care,� Severus admitted quietly. �I
don�t know why looking at you and how thin you are and how fucking depraved you
look in that awful robe puffing away at your cigarettes makes my heart bleed.
I�m not a bleeding heart kind of man, Weasley, you know that. But something
about you��

�Just stop,� Ron begged then, his voice getting quieter and
quieter. �This is exactly what I didn�t want, exactly why I left home� I don�t
deserve what you�re trying to give me.�

�Why the hell not, hmm?� Severus
gave him a tight squeeze and a shake. �Why the fuck are you putting yourself
through all this?�

�Because I couldn�t� I just� couldn�t be normal. I couldn�t live as we had...�

Severus might not have been the bleeding heart type, but
even he nearly groaned at the misery in the words. He reached forward and
placed a gentle kiss beneath Ron�s ear and nuzzled against his hair, wishing
that their night could have ended on a happier note.
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