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II.

Charlie woke up when his hair started moving. Something was licking his head. That's when he remembered. "Nngh. Fred, cut it out," he groaned. "This is my precious sleeping time..." He rolled over onto his side, but the purring in his ear was incessant.

Severus had called it a 'fair trade' – a moderately used patch-armed brown couch and a new pet, for the shoebox sofa. He also, if grudgingly, conceded that, should he ever happen to have sugar when Charlie is in need of it, he might be inclined to loan him an appropriate portion thereof.

Snape obviously thought he was getting the better end of the bargain.

With a cat kneading at his duvet and headbutting the back of his neck at five a.m., Charlie was somewhat inclined to agree.

"Okay, alright," Charlie groaned, rolling over. "Attention. Okay. Attention. Here we go..." he mussed the cat's fur with his big hand and let it grip and nip at his digits a little, he pet the adorably furry belly. He still wanted to sleep, but Fred the Cat was so cute, he couldn't help but be overcome by said cuteness. "Ah, damn you. Alright, fine, I'll get up and feed you," he complained. "But you owe me for this." He didn't know what exactly the cat owed him, but he did know, starting tomorrow, he was closing the bedroom door so there was nothing to wake him up in the middle of the night but nightmares. Besides that, he really didn't want to see the cat start attacking things under the blanket when he was having a wank.

After giving the gluttonous beast of a feline its morning meal, Charlie figured there wasn't much sense of going back to bed for what little sleep he would get. He bundled up in robe and slippers and padded out onto the so-called balcony, where he had secured the snapdragons earlier in the day with his best sticking charm. If it worked on dragon chains – in those instances when they had to be transported, he would never chain up a dragon for no good reason, they had every right to fly free! – then it should damn well be enough to keep Snape from getting clocked in the head by a clay flowerpot.

He didn't know at the time that the snapdragons would be the least of their terrace troubles, but found out rather promptly when he stepped on a weakened spot in the plaster and his leg went straight through. "Aagh!" he cried out, grimacing in pain. What kind of shoddy arse workmanship was that?! He knew the place was old, but his leg just crashed through the floor! Oh, and it hurt viciously. He was pretty sure his lounge pants were torn, and equally certain that was the least of his worries. It was only by some miracle that his bollocks were saved a brutal collision.

*

Below, Severus jumped from his seat. He heard a crack, and then his teacup was full of plaster, his morning prophet was doused in tea, and there was a leg, poking through is roof! Bleeding all over his freshly cleaned patio, too.

"Weasley?" he asked uncertainly. "I trust this was also an accident?"

Charlie returned in a choked sort of way, voice still rough with the early hour, "...I think I'm stuck..."

"Is your front door charmed?"

"No," Charlie answered in utter misery. He wasn't sure if he was more humiliated or in pain, but the prior was quickly fading to make room for the latter. "Didn't get around to it yet."

"Good. I am coming up." Honestly. How did Weasleys always manage to get themselves into such trouble, even whilst doing nothing at all out of the ordinary?!

Ten minutes later, Severus had managed to, very carefully, cut through the plaster around Charlie's leg and pull him up onto the small balcony, then, into the living room, which seemed entirely taken up by the small couch he'd traded off, a set of tables, and a muggle television. There wasn't much room to maneuver, and Charlie's leg was badly ravaged.

"Couch," he said, so that Charlie would do what he could with one leg to get himself there.

Charlie grit his teeth silently as the busted up appendage was lifted to rest on the coffee table. His pajamas were so caked with blood that Severus couldn't quite see where the injury was or how bad, but after such a cacophonous crash, he imagined something other than his overhang must be broken. "Take them off." Severus said sternly. "It appears to be broken, but I need to see where in order to heal it."

Charlie, who had braved being pulled out of the floor and dragged through a window into the living room, and essentially manhandled onto the couch, apparently had cause for complaints about removing his trousers. "I-It's probably fine," he said. "thanks for getting me out of the floor, I can..." but Severus pressed his palm onto Charlie's ankle to make a point, and, against all manly predispositions, Charlie cried out in pain. "I don't wear pants when I sleep, okay?" he complained, a bright blush dashing across his freckled face.

Severus gave him a flat look. "I assure you, you do not have any anatomy I am not already accustomed to. However, if you leave this injury to fester, St. Mungo's will be your only option. I seem to recall you having an aversion to visiting Madam Pomfrey, and, while she may be a bit brisk, she is a saint by comparison to the sadists at that hospital." He has some recent, bad experience with the lot of them. The treatment for his poisoned wound had been brutal and aggressive. It had saved his life, yes, but there were several points during the course of it in which he had thought it would be preferable to die.

Charlie hedged a moment before heaving a heavy sigh. "Have it your way," he complained, face still rather red. "You're the one getting an eyeful." He looked utterly mortified as he lifted his hips and slid the elastic down off his buttocks. Severus had to help him the rest of the way. He didn't want to look weak. He was a dragonologist! But he seriously couldn't move that battered leg – hardly at all, no matter how he tried, and every effort only seemed to make matters worse.

Severus quickly realized he wasn't kidding about the eyeful. Charlie was easily more than a mouthful as well, and Severus knew quite well just how much a mouthful was.

It was only years as a spy that kept his expression neutral, and for a moment, he thought it had nearly slipped. How long had it been? Far too long, certainly, but there were more pressing matters – not his own excitement, no. He was not so weak as to succumb at the mere sight! Obviously, the pressing matter was Charlie's broken leg. He drew his wand and siphoned off the excess blood, dragging the tip along a few particularly nasty gashes to seal them over. Then the more nasty matter of setting the bones – that spell was a bit more complex, but nothing Severus couldn't handle. Still, he was no healer – this was general first aid. He had to use his bare hands to feel about the appendage for anything he might have missed.

"I will prepare you a potion to strengthen the bones, but you will have to stay off of it for the next few days. Does anything still hurt?"

Oh, how innocently Snape said that! The pain had been Charlie's focus for the first thirty seconds, but then he got distracted by the fact that there was a perfectly available man on his knees feeling up his leg and he was bare from the hips down. He was utterly mortified that that's all it really took to excite him, and tried to focus on more mundane matters but, Snape's voice was so...had his voice always been so sexy? So deep and...

...and Snape looked up and asked 'does anything else hurt?' Charlie clapped his hands over his package, which was beginning to bulge at only that slight touch, to maintain some modesty. His face and ears flushed to match his firey hair. "No," he squeaked, but the word didn't get enough volume. 'Breathe, Char. Just breathe. It's Snape, for crying out loud!' But his libido decided to join in that conversation. 'Yes! It's bloody fucking Snape! Sitting here, taking care of you! A very un-Snape like thing to do. He totally wants you. He's not the good samaritan type.' His common sense argued, 'Of course he's the good samaritan type. He's a bloody fucking hero. He all but sacrificed his life to defeat Voldemort and protect Harry...' But his libido interrupted that train of thought rather abruptly. 'I wonder if Bill really shagged him. He said he did, but I always figured it was bollocks. Still, he does seem fairly well shaggable, now that I think of it...'

"I do not intend to spend my day kneeling between your thighs unless I am to get something out of the experience, Weasley. Does anything still hurt?" Severus repeated testily.

'Get something out of...did he just crack a dirty joke?!' "N-n..ah, just my pride," Charlie conceded clumsily.

Severus gave him a peculiar look.

'Oh fuck, don't give me the mind-ready eyes! I don't need you knowing how much I'd love to give you something to entertain yourself with down there between my thighs, and I certainly don't need you somehow pulling out of my head that when I sleep isn't the only time I go without pants.' He hated them. The twisted and bunched and he always felt like he had to readjust himself. He had a few pair, for those times when you really couldn't go without, but he loathed the bloody things.

Severus gave him a peculiar look that made Charlie's cock twitch and the rest of him feel about the size of an ant. "I will return with the potion this evening," he said, putting Charlie's wand on the end table so he could get whatever he might need without getting off the couch. "And I expect to find you exactly where I've left you." His eyes roved over Charlie's flushed figure. He certainly would look pleasant in the throes of passion. "And I honestly couldn't care less whether or not you're wearing pants," he added. "Personally, I loathe the damnable things." After a certain bad experience with his faded underpants being displayed to half the school, Severus had burned the lot of them in a rage. He hadn't worn them since. It would serve James right to get an eyeful the next time he tried such a prank. He never had again, no doubt due to Lily's intervention, and in later life, Severus simply hadn't bothered to break the habit. There didn't seem any reason to. It saved money that was better spent on books and potion ingredients, anyway.

He knew it was rather morally dubious to have read Charlie's mind like that, but when it was all but screaming for a shag at the top of it's mental lungs, he really couldn't resist letting the thoughts in. It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was only a passing whim. Teasing the redhead had been irresistible. He could remember his older brother's constant barrage of flirtations in his senior year, and how, the moment he graduated, he'd knocked right on Snape's office door. He had hesitated when Bill said 'guess what, I'm not your student anymore', but it was an irresistible one-off that left both with no unpleasant memories. Somehow, he doubted Charlie would have such a devil-may-care attitude about such affairs, in spite of his apparently raging hormones. He seemed too much a teddy bear for casual sex. A pity, really. He was quite impressive. Severus would have liked a taste of him. Still, a bit of teasing was harmless enough. He could have a good wank over it while waiting for the potion to settle. It would take several hours.

Charlie forgot how to breathe, imagining Snape bare under those layers of flowing black. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold in any obvious signs of excitement, even as his cock throbbed against the meaty palms making every effort to conceal it.

"Does your feline require sustenance?"

"What?" Charlie said, not registering a word that passed those thin lips, but rather hearing something far more like, 'when I come back later I'm going to cover you in whipped cream and chocolate syrup and lick you clean.'

"Does your cat need to be fed, Weasley?" Snape repeated, a little exasperated, but secretly amused.

"Oh, uhm, no, little bastard woke me up for that. I'd still be in bed, otherwise."

Without another word, Snape moved to the door and retreated back to his own apartment. No goodbye, no further reminders to take it easy.

The second Charlie heard the entry door close at the bottom of the stairwell, he wrapped his fingers around his bulging prick, dropped his head back, and moaned out his pleasure as he wanked himself into oblivion, imagining Snape, sans pants, trousers cast wildly away, kneeling between his thighs, wrapping his thin lips around his bulging need, and swallowing, oh, of course swallowing. Snape had never done anything halfway in his life, so Charlie was sure, naturally, he'd swallow every last drop.

For the moment though, he lost himself on his own muscular thighs, with a sharp cry of bliss, and drifted off to sleep, wondering how he could seduce Severus into his bed, or at the very least, into his lap.

*

Severus was glad he'd developed a habit of pre-packaging commonly used potion ingredients. It saved him quite a bit of time in the brewing process for the healing potion he was making for Charlie. It was a good thing, too, because his hands were not quite as steady as they ought to be.

Once he'd reached his own flat, he nearly melted with lust. Had he really just been up there with Charlie naked from the waist down and quite hard, (hidden or not, it was rather obvious), and not taken advantage of the situation? He felt like a fool for walking away from it. It was not often that he was offered physical affections, least of all by a beautiful redhead, and he'd actually walked away from it! He was sure he had a good reason at the time, but now, with his cock swollen inside of his trousers and his throat dry, he couldn't think of a single reason – other than his masculine pride – not to march right back up there and have at it with the charmingly podgy dragonologist. He should have pushed Charlie's hands aside, swallowed him whole, shoved a few fingers up his arse, and finished off by pounding him until the floor had another cave-in thanks to shoddy binding magic.

As he sealed the ingredient jars and prepared to leave the potion to thicken, which generally took an hour or two, he heard a sudden and sharp cry or orgasm issue forth from the upper level. It's proximity felt quite immediate. He hadn't realized how well the sound carried in this house. Severus knew he could hear the man walking about above him late at night as if he were just beside him, and apparently, he could hear him crying out in pleasure just as well.

Such a cry it was! His hand came instantly to cup his own swollen groin, and he gave it a firm rub. It took every ounce of resolve he had not to storm right back upstairs and have at him. The only thing that stopped him is that he was sure if he did, he would not return in time to finish the potion, and it would spoil. So, instead (and he felt filthy for the thought) he decided his revenge would be treatment in kind. He told himself that as he stripped down to naught but bare skin and stretched out on the sofa Charlie had picked out, but the harsh reality was more simple – he couldn't bear the pain of his lust a moment longer.

He bent his knees, curled his toes, thrust his hips up into his own hand, once, then again. He had grown accustomed to stunted, silent orgasms – the only kind he could sneak in without being caught in the dirty act of self-pleasure – but Charlie had been loud, beautifully loud, so he permitted himself the pleasure of vocalizing his lust, and if Charlie heard him, as daring as the act was, then, he thought, all the better.

*

Charlie heard. Oh, he heard. It woke him from his light slumber. A series of muffled grunts drifted up through the floorboards as if being issued from the same room. Snape was a quiet and reserved sort of bloke – Charlie hadn't realized how easily sound carried between the rooms.

'What is he doing?' Charlie wondered at first, then a soft, long moan followed and something that sounded remarkably like an 'mmm, yessss...'

Downstairs, Snape lost himself to his fantasies. Upstairs, Charlie felt his cock swelling anew at that sultry voice purring, 'so good' and 'yes. Yes...oh yes...'

Charlie couldn't endure the torment of Snape's awakened sexuality. He bit his lip, wrapped his fingers around his reawakened shaft. He became easily excited, as if he hadn't just gotten himself off not half an hour before. Every grunt and moan he heard only egged him on.

Downstairs, Severus could hear the squeaky spring in the battered couch groan under Charlie's weight.

Upstairs, Charlie couldn't spare the barest thought for it. He moaned. He realized belatedly that if he could hear Snape, then Snape could hear him, but the next moan he heard was louder. His own moan dwarfed it. He could hear every sound Severus made as if the man were right beside him. What was wrong with this house that it was as if they were sharing the same space in this? He could easily imagine Severus a mere four feet to his right, a bit off towards the wall. That's what the distance sounded like, though there was an entire floor between them. And when Severus came, he did so with a moan, a gasp, and a long sigh.

Charlie only managed three more tugs of his hot flesh before he came with a loud string of curses.

"Nngh...watch your language, Weasley," Severus whispered. Whispered. But Charlie heard him perfectly. "Or I'll have to wash your mouth out."

"Depending on what you want to wash it out with, I might enjoy it," Charlie answered, too bleary from their peculiarly shared wank to stop to think before speaking.

"Hmn, you may indeed," Severus answered, sounding comfortably sated and a bit drowsy. "Perhaps later."

Charlie felt his stomach flop at the prospect of 'later'. Oh fuck yes. Later. Later, when Snape came up to deliver his potion, and then – with any amount of luck – kept him up all night, in more ways than one. "Looking forward to it," he rasped. "I'll supply the handcuffs, you bring the wine," he joked. He didn't mean anything by it...

*

...but Severus thought it sounded like the makings of a very good night.

When he awoke, he prepared his potion and took a long shower. He even wand-dried his hair, even though he'd always thought the task a nuisance. Still, it looked a fair bit more decent when he did, versus when he left it to dry on its own. And, he procured a bottle of wine. His house may have burned down, but at least his Gringotts account was still in tact.

His teaching salary, moderate as it was, had managed to build a small savings. It wouldn't last indefinitely, but a bottle of inexpensive wine was not beyond the capability of his purse strings. When he looked at himself in the mirror, ready to (hopefully) spend a pleasant evening with a temporarily handicapped young man, he still didn't see anything that anyone might want, but hopefully Charlie was roused enough that it wouldn't matter.

*

Charlie was quite roused indeed. He'd hobbled his way into the bedroom after a long soak in a hot bath (which he would no doubt be hollered at for, but he felt grubby), and hopped about to the sink for a shave, before making his way, by clumsy hobbles, into the bedroom. He did his best not to make a sound, or he was sure he would hear Snape yelling at him, but when he passed through the living room, he heard soft, deep breaths, and deliberated that Snape was asleep – best to get all the moving about done before he woke. He settled into bed after a few moments of deliberation on what to put on. He decided nothing at all was the best possible attire for seducing his former professor, and hoped it would be quite enough. He'd accioed whatever food and drink he required to the bedroom for the day, and spent most of it dozing in and out of sleep and playing with Fred that Cat who curled up on the bed beside him, over the duvet. He'd put the snacks in the bottom drawer, which he normally would opt to reserve for pornography and an implement of self pleasure or five. The drawer was hardly full at even that, and he didn't want to look like a slob, having food about his bedroom when Snape arrived.

The anticipation alone was enough to make him pleasantly hard, and when he heard the door open, and a long-suffering sigh, his cock stiffened a bit more. 'Oh please, please make him have not changed his mind...' Charlie thought.

"I thought I told you not to move about," Severus groused.

"I transfigured the mop into a cane and hobbled my way into the bedroom to get more comfortable," Charlie called. Okay, he'd just hopped, but that white lie about transfiguring the mop – which happened to be in the corner of the bedroom from last night's cleaning – made him sound more responsible. He thought maybe Snape wouldn't yell at him if he used that lie.

And, damn it, he was right.

Severus moved to the door, and for a moment, forgot how to exhale. He could see Charlie's bare chest and most of his stomach over the top of the duvet, and just knew that if he pulled it away, he would find the rest of the man equally bare.

Charlie at least had the modesty to wear a bit of a blush.

Severus placed the potion – three small vials in a rack, at Charlie's bedside. "Take your potion," he said. "Once a day for three days. Take the first now, while I find glasses for the wine."

"Only have mugs," Charlie said, but it's fine. Let's just drink from the bottle." As the words slipped past his mouth, his current state of arousal fed him fantasy enough to brighten his blush. He watched Snape uncork it, take a long sip, and, were he able to use both legs, he'd have been on his feet in an instant, pushing Severus down over the bed, shoving the neck of the bottle up his arse, and seeing if his arsehole was as thirsty as his mouth. Actually, he'd gladly roll over and accept treatment in kind, but it would be a bit difficult with his current injury. Three bloody days! Trapped in bed! He was going to have to reschedule that interview with the MCAPT (Magical Creatures Are People Too), but he should be fine in time for the interview with the Ministry CDD (Creature Defense Division).

He watched Snape and such mundane matters vanished from his mind. 'Why in the bloody hell is he still wearing clothes?' His cock throbbed and he shook himself from his fantasy, fingers shaking just a bit with anticipation as he uncorked his healing potion and tilted it back.

Severus could see it plain as day on Charlie's features, in the way he moved – how bad his desire was. 'For me.' It made him feel wonderfully sexy.

Charlie made a face at the finished potion as Severus moved closer to the side of the bed. "That's wretched."

Severus held out the wine bottle. Muggle medicines may not mix well with alcohol, but most potions had no such flaw. "Perhaps something to wash it down with," he suggested.

Charlie grabbed the bottle and took a long chug. Severus became enchanted by the way his adam's apple moved as he swallowed a fair portion of the bottle in one sip.

"Want some?" Charlie asked in his best tauntingly sexy tone. He didn't know if it was all that successful, but he had to try. "I won't let you have any until you get undressed," he grinned playfully. "So you'd better get on that before I polish it off." Charlie took another long sip.

"I believe I am equipped to take a wine bottle from a cripple," Sevuers retorted.

"But you won't," Charlie replied sagely. "Because I might be inclined not to show you what's under my blanket if you upset me."

'Upset, my arse. He's a bloody tease,' Severus thought. But oh, such a tease. He quickly drew his wand and flicked it, the duvet moving aside so quickly that the poor cat was frightened half out of his little kitty wits. It darted from the room, and another quick flick of the wand slammed the door behind it.

Charlie sat dazed at Snape's speed as the dark clad man hovered over him and stole his breath with a kiss the likes of which Charlie didn't think he'd ever experienced. It made his head swim, his cock twitch, his stomach flop and his thighs quiver. Oh, how he wanted the man! But then, he was bare against the bedding and Severus had stepped back.

...and stole the bloody wine bottle! He watched as those thin lips wrapped around the neck and took a long sip. Charlie's fist curled into the sheets. Why had he never noticed how incredibly sensual Severus Snape was before now? He felt like he'd wasted several long nights that could have been spent naked and tangled over the past several years.

"You can't stop me from taking what I want," Severus taunted. He did feel a bit guilty, taking advantage of the other's injury like this, but not guilty enough to stop teasing him. Mmn, what a stunning hunk of flesh he was – meaty and broad and muscular – thick in all the right places, really. He was ready to disrobe and have at it, but also wanted to delay, drag this out, and enjoy the sight of that flushed body as long as possible. Still, as much as he enjoyed just watching Charlie react to his words, it wasn't nearly enough. He passed the bottle back and began to unbutton his robes. He felt self-conscious. He was scrawny, gangling, and pale. Even at his age, when his metabolism by all rights ought be slowing down, he found it difficult to put on any weight. He often got distracted by an interesting book or a potion that required delicate attention, and accidentally skipped meals. And, he had scars. He wondered if Charlie would still want him once he really saw him.

As Severus slipped out of his robes, as he stood in his tunic and trousers, as each layer fell away, it struck Charlie more poignantly that the man dressed to add girth to his delicate frame. He looked as though he were made of damaged porcelain – smooth and pale, but with dark spots of general wear – an angry scar on his throat, what looked like a knife scar on his inner thigh, a cauldron burn on his wrist. His lack of perfection is what made him real to Charlie,and that reality is what made Snape so enticing. Naked, Snape's arrogant posturing seemed to crumble and fall away.

"You're self-conscious," Charlie observed. He blurted it out thoughtlessly and wanted to swallow the words the moment they issued from his mouth. "Don't be."

As if it were so easily done as said! But Charlie held his hand out, offering the bottle again. A little liquid courage?

Severus took it, but placed it on the nightstand without taking a sip, looking in Charlie's warm eyes, noting his sweet smile. His breath was still heavy, his cock still thick and hard. Severus tried to maintain his confidence, but so many of his past sexual experiences had been intended to humiliate him, and those that weren't were a matter of expedient lusts. He could not believe they had ever been more than that. He straddled Charlie's hips, leaned in to lay kisses along his throat and collar. In all matters in life, he had long ago learned, one must either have looks, or talent. As he was somewhat lacking in the prior, he imagined he would have to make up for that with the latter. "You say such things so easily, but look at you."

"Yeah, look at me," Charlie answered. "Podge in all the wrong places, bit short, spotty tan, freckled madly from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, with hands like catcher's mitts, and hairy as a bloody bear."

Charlie just let off a long list of some of Severus' favorite things about his handsome body. The only things he left off were the winning smile, the red hair (he'd always had such a weakness for redheads!), and the bulging erection he was sporting went without saying. Come to think of that, actually, he really did rather want a taste of that perfect cock. "I happen to be rather fond of bears," Severus punned. He was not often in the position to be picky, but if his preferences be known, in a man he much preferred stocky girth and broad muscles to long gangling limbs. If he wanted a girlish figure, he'd devote his attentions to a girl. But men? He liked the strong, meaty ones best, and Charlie really was perfect for his preferences. He had no idea why he'd never noticed him before.

Charlie bit his lip. "You always know just what to say," he answered, pulling Snape's head to his own roughly for another one of those delicious kisses.

Severus did not disappoint. Emboldened by the way Charlie gripped his bum and forcefully pushed his tongue deep into his mouth, Severus dragged his hands down Charlie's chest and pinched his nipples.

Charlie moaned into the kiss, squeezed his buttocks, nipped at his lips, and made another effort at swallowing his tongue. Breathless from the kissing, he eventually had to pull back.

"I would like to think I also know when it's best not to speak at all," Severus answered just as breathlessly before dipping his head to drag his tongue about Charlie's nipple and suck the bead between his teeth.

Charlie's hand – the one not trying to make dough out of Severus' arse – slid up that slender back to curl tightly into the man's dark hair. Merlin, how he loved long hair, and Severus' long, dark hair was like curling his fingers into the night sky. He moaned. The man couldn't see what he had going for him – that voice, for starters! He could come from listening to that voice alone! And that hair – greasy? Pch. It shined like the depth of night, and it felt like satin under his fingers, he couldn't give half a damn about anything else in its regard. He rather liked it, really – that Severus had far more important things to fuss over than his hair. It seemed he'd done something special with it today, though. 'For me?' he wondered. And that thought only increased his lust as Severus released his taut nipple and made for the other.

"Nngh...ahh...mmm..." Charlie groaned. His cock was begging for attention. He wanted it, but he also had to admit, letting it suffer a little only made things all the better when he finally got what he wanted. And his skin, oh, he loved Snape's pale skin, and if he were honest, he had a bit of a thing for a scar or two. They served as a story written across another man's body, and he knew Snape's life had been quite a story. Every crease and darkened line told Charlie a chapter of it without use of words. He wanted to drag his tongue along them all, one at a time, until he ended with that one inside of his thigh, and, while he was there, made way north toward that sinfully long prick. He wondered if he could swallow it all. He was quite curious to try, really.

That line of thought was quickly disrupted when he felt those blissfully long fingers wrap around his cock. Severus released his nipple and leaned back a bit, eyes full of mischief. Charlie knew exactly what they were saying, too - 'I'm going to suck you so hard you'll forget your own name.'

"Oh fuck yes..." Charlie gasped before Snape even slid back enough to lower his mouth over him, and when he did? Charlie's brain imploded. One hand fisted the sheets. His head clocked back against the headboard. He felt Snape's cock hard against his shin, and then, the tongue.

Oh, the tongue! As brilliant as it had been in his mouth, it was all the more so wrapped around his prick, dragging along the head, lapping at the salty slit, sliding down further. Snape took his time orally molesting Charlie. He had to, if he had any hope of fitting the entire rod in his mouth, and with that arse up in the air...oh, Charlie was so very tempted...

"N-ngh...S-Severus...Se...e...vv....ngh!" He forced his torso upward to lean forward over Snape's hunched figure as the man sucked him like a popsicle. He pulled him back by the hair.

Severus shivered. He couldn't repress it. Hair pulling? He'd normally hate it, but when Charlie looked at him with those lust heavy eyes, it felt so good. He allowed the younger man that bit of control, as Charlie was so obviously lacking in it otherwise.

Charlie took a moment to breathe before he dared speak. "If you don't stop, this is going to be over pretty bloody fast."

"Over?" Severus quipped. "Do not underestimate me, Charlie. I will be able to get you up again."

Charlie shivered. Oh, that sounded entirely too tempting. Severus sucking him to oblivion, drinking his seed with one end, and that bottle of wine with the other... Back to that fucking bottle...

He pulled Severus' chin up for a greedy kiss and whispered against his mouth, "would you kill me if I shoved a wine bottle up your arse? I've been thinking about it ever since you opened it."

Severus turned his dark eyes to the half full bottle. He considered a moment. Charlie was a little kinky – he likes that. A little bit of kink was exciting, and this particular bit of kink sounded brilliant, but he didn't think he was quite flexible enough to humor it and suck Charlie's hot flesh at the same time. Unless... "Lie back against the pillows," he said. "We will need to reposition a bit."

Charlie's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. Really? He could? Who knew Severus Snape would be so accomodating in bed! He did as Snape asked as quickly as possible, reaching over for the bottle. He quickly learned what Severus had in mind when a slender thigh straddled either end of his face, and Severus lowered his own face back over Charlie's engorged length.

Charlie thought if he died right now, it would be a good death. Severus had given him an incredible view – all of Snape's most intimate areas on display and ready. "Nngh. Fuck, can't reach my wand..." he grumbled. He needed it to stretch the older man.

Snape lifted his head off of Charlie's engorged length again. "Don't bother," he said. "I took care of that before I came up."

"You...took care of it?!" Charlie rasped. He actually...because he...oh Merlin...

"It seemed practical," Severus answered. "I do not know how adept you are at the task, and as your leg should remain as stationary as possible, it seemed obvious that the night was leading in that direction."

Snape was a genius. That had nothing to do with the fact he was also secretly eager for a good shag – and expected Charlie to give him one – but at the moment, it seemed to be very relevant to Charlie, blissfully relevant. He didn't dawdle any longer.

Severus shivered as he felt a few drops of wine dribble down his crack. It was cold, and filled him with excitement. He moaned as Charlie used two fingers to pry open his hole, then slipped the neck of the bottle inside of him. "Aah-hhnngh...mmn...yesss..!" he cried out. He'd been thinking about it too – about tormenting Charlie in just this way. Charlie was the first to mention it, so he would allow him the pleasure this time, and it was more than pleasure enough to feel the cold liquid pouring into his hot arsehole.

'This time? There is no guarantee he will want a next time,' Severus told himself, but as the alcohol bottle tilted and the red wine drained into his hole, as Charlie licked up the stray droplets that dribbled over his balls and down his prick, he knew he was only trying to cushion the possible blow. A man might shag you if he didn't particularly want you, but once he took your cock into his mouth, at the very least, that was a guarantee – Severus presumed – that he found you desirable. And Charlie opened his mouth wide around Snape's cock. He took it deep into his mouth, slid his tongue over every inch of flesh he could reach, and was obviously trying to relax his throat to swallow the rest.

Severus shivered with bliss at the dual pleasure of the cold wine and the hot mouth at his extremities, and blearily – as the alcohol seeped into his system – returned to his prior task – making every effort to swallow Charlie's engorged rod whole. So far, he hadn't managed it, but he intended to keep trying until he did, or until Charlie came – whichever happened first.

It soon became clear that Charlie had similar intentions, and a bigger mouth. He cried out in pleasure – as best one can with a cock down his throat – when he felt Charlie moan around his prick, his nose buried against Snape's balls. His thighs quivered, his ass clenched about the neck of the bottle, and before he quite realized just how close he was, orgasm overcame him and he flooded the younger man's mouth with his seed.

Charlie shuddered, swallowing greedily. His free hand slid down into Snape's ink-smooth hair, clutched it firmly – this only seemed to make Snape vibrate his rod with louder, more persistent moaning. Charlie curled up the knee of his good leg; his toes dug into the bedding, and, as he swallowed the last drops of his lover's violent release, slowly jerked his hips. Severus' throat was perfectly relaxed for him – small, pulsing thrusts – he was so very close.

Snape's spent cock went limp between his lips, but the older man seemed no less eager for affection as Charlie worked his prick in and out of that hot mouth. Charlie could no longer think clearly. There was only the physical need, the beautiful wine-soaked view before him...

He cast the empty bottle aside, and seeing the liquid dribble out over him was the final straw – he came hard, his mouth breaking away from Snape's spent cock as, within moments, he fell into just as violent an ejaculation.

Severus would never admit it aloud, but when a man was feeling dominant enough to grab his hair and shag his face, it excited him. Perhaps so many years of bending to the whims of the world's two most powerful wizards had edged a bit of a submissive nature into him, resting beneath all those tight layers of control. He enjoyed the company of a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. Recently spent or no, Severus was too busy enjoying that thick cock sliding in and out of his mouth to feel ashamed that he lost himself first. And then, when Charlie came...oh! When Charlie came!... it was thick and salty and brilliant in all of the right ways. He returned the favor in kind, and drank deeply of the beautifully podgy Weasley's essence. He kneaded his balls, sucked out every last drop, and only released the beautiful prick reticently when it had gone limp.

He rested his head against Charlie's thigh and lay there panting for several moments.

Charlie, for a time, did the same, lightly kissing that scar inside of Snape's thigh. He dragged his tongue along it, sparking a fire in Severus. "How did this happen?" he asked, his voice rougher with their shared lust than he expected.

"It was long ago," Severus said simply. "A right of passage."

Severus didn't say more, and Charlie was bright enough to put together the pieces – Voldemort, Death Eaters, and what he could only imagine was very violent sex, before Severus knew what his fascination with the Dark Arts would cost him, when he most needed somewhere – anywhere - to belong. Charlie understood, or he thought he did. He understood how lonely a place the world could be. It overcame him suddenly – that he didn't ever want Severus to feel that kind of loneliness again. He kissed the scar once more, saddened by all the man had gone through for little return, when any at all.

Severus lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. He couldn't see much but his own ass and a few tufts of red hair, and gave up the effort. "It was a long time ago, Charlie," he said. "It no longer matters."

"I know," Charlie answered, and sought any happier change of topic. "Hey, did you really shag Bill?" he asked so suddenly that Snape laughed.

"Are you jealous?"

"Having had a taste of you, of course I'm bloody fucking jealous. I'd have bent over for you, if you'd asked," he laughed.

"He was the one who did the asking, and the bending, if you must know," Severus replied. "And it was only the once. A graduation present, of sorts, or that is the tact he took in talking me into it, at least."

Charlie licked the trail of wine up between Snape's cheeks, making the older man shudder. "Just the once, hm. Well, I suppose that's alright," he said. "Is this my welcome home shag, then?"

"Is that what you want it to be?" Severus asked, not realizing he was holding his breath. He knew what that meant. A 'welcome home' shag, would be a one time thing. He didn't want that. He came to a quite belated realization that he wanted so much more from Charlie, that once couldn't possibly be enough to satisfy his lust for this gorgeous body. And he certainly wanted another go with the man once all of his limbs were in proper working order. He wanted to feel how Charlie would try to ravage him once he wasn't bedridden, or how he would beg to be ravaged. Frankly, either suited Severus just as well. For the moment, his mind was on being ravaged, as he felt Charlie's tongue drinking every stray droplet of wine about his anus.

Charlie stopped for a moment to answer. "Can't you tell what I want?" he asked.

"I can't," and Snape's voice cracked as he felt that delightful tongue dip into his hole. "If I cou—If I could, there would be no sense in asking."

Charlie pulled his tongue out again. "I want you," he answered. "Up here in my bed every night. Still here every morning. Sleeping or actively not sleeping, either would be fine. Though, I'll admit, just at the moment not sleeping sounds much more appealing." He returned his mouth to Severus' wine-soaked hole and pressed his tongue deep inside this time.

Severus gasped, his cock starting to firm up again at the anal play. He wrapped his long fingers about Charlie's cock and began to stroke it. That's right. They weren't nearly done just yet. Charlie's tongue felt brilliant dragging along his innards, but something more would be better still. He wanted it – Charlie's more-than-a-mouthful shoved up his arse. He wanted to ride it until his vision went white and his spine went numb, and his memory cleared of everything but fucking this perfect man. "Perhaps I will concede," he answered, "if you cook breakfast from time to time."

Charlie pulled his mouth away from Snape's arse again. As much as he wanted to continue enjoying it, his cock was rather hard again already, and he could feel Snape's pressed against his chest, and if he didn't bury his cock in that delicious arsehole soon, he was going to scream. "Every morning," he answered with a laugh – "Unless I've been so thoroughly shagged I can't move. Gotta fatten you up so I'm not so self-conscious," he joked.

Severus read the nonverbal cues and turned around to face Charlie, straddling him anew and kissing him greedily.

Charlie melted into the hungry kiss that made all prior kisses pale by comparison. Severus' pale skin was wine-flushed, his nose and cheeks just a bit rosy. The man wasn't too heavily intoxicated, but Charlie wasn't fool enough to believe he would would have gotten this far without a little something to make him forget his propriety and inhibitions for a few hours. He slid his hands down Severus' narrow back to grip over his buttocks, splay them open, and hope Snape caught the hint.

It was a pretty blatant hint. Severus was far too adept at non-verbal cues to miss it. "I think I should make you beg," he teased.

"Please?" Charlie asked, though it didn't sound much like begging, especially with that grin on his face.

"Close enough," Severus replied. There was no sense tormenting himself just to tease his handsome lover. 'Lover? Is he? Will he still feel the same in the morning?' He knew what Charlie said. That he wanted to keep Severus in his bed every night, to whatever end. It sounded delightful, but he was afraid to trust those words. He ignored his concerns now. If he let them overcome him, he would never get shagged again. He reached behind him, slid his hand down to find that perfect cock, and tilted it forward, adjusted his hips back to meet it, and slid down upon it in ecstasy.

"Mmmn, yesss..." he hissed as he slid down upon it, smoothly taking it to the hilt. He shuddered. How long had it been since he'd felt this? Felt it and wanted it? He could scarcely remember the last time he accepted another man inside of himself because he honestly wanted them there. He was not necessarily a bottom by nature. He wasn't not a bottom either, particularly, but he would gladly sit in Charlie's lap whenever the freckled beauty wanted him to do so. It felt perfect, spread wide and deep. "Mmmn..." He tossed his head back and reminded himself to breathe.

Charlie, on the other hand, forgot how as he watched Snape display his pleasure at being filled by his girth, that tight hole squeezing around him. How could a man like Severus, who he always remembered as being terribly abrasive, also be so unfathomably sensual? 'Well, I guess that's why,' he realized. All day, every day, Severus kept his feelings so carefully contained, so when he let them show, they came flooding out. And, speaking of flooding out, if Severus was going to arch his back like that, and rock his hips like that, Charlie's seed was going to come flooding out again in no time. "Severus," he rasped. "Fuck..." And all that dark hair was so beautifully mussed, framing his narrow face and tumbling across his abyssmal, soul-stealing eyes and the bridge of his sharply angled nose. Charlie pulled him forward and crushed their lips together. He rocked his hips upward, trying not to move his injured leg, lest Severus get testy with him, but oh, he just wanted to thrust madly up into that tight heat!

The kiss broke with harsh panting, and Severus dragged his tongue down along Charlie's throat, left a mark on his collarbone, pinched and twisted his taut nipples.

Charlie's moan was so loud that Severus was certain someone up the road probably just sat up in bed, wondering who was being murdered. Amazing really, how agony and ecstasy can sometimes sound so similar.

Severus rocked his hips, becoming careless of the sounds issuing forth from his own mouth, as he worked a steady pattern of long strokes, enjoying Charlie for every inch he had to offer.

Charlie busied himself nipping and licking at Severus' throat and collarbone, marking him up as best he could whilst gasping and moaning in pleasure.

The pace quickened. Severus drove himself down on Charlie's cock hard and repeatedly, panting and grunting with each repetition, and crying out quite vocally when he found his own prostate. He ground wantonly against Charlie, so close...oh, he was so very, very close...

Charlie could tell through his own lust-fogged vision. He could feel his own climax building quickly toward a crescendo. He leaned forward, bit down on Severus' nipple a bit roughly. He reached between them, dragged his fingers down that dramatically flat stomach, and was just about to wrap them around Snape's cock when the older man stiffened and came – hot seed splattering all over Charlie's stomach and chest.

Charlie's mind went utterly blank, he came forcefully up into the spasming muscle clenched about his prick, his body shivered violently beneath the best fuck he'd had in... When his brain returned to his head he would realize he'd never had such a good fuck, and he'd had quite a number he'd thought, once, were nothing to scoff at. He could scoff at them now.

Severus rolled off of him at last. As much as he might want to continue enjoying Charlie's body all night, he simply didn't have an ounce of energy left. It was a miracle he could move at all.

"Nngh." Charlie said.

Severus really couldn't have said it better. That described the feeling precisely. There were no words that could explain how comfortable, sated, adored, and exhausted he felt at this moment, lying about, naked and covered in spunk. He really ought manage a quick scourgify, but his wand, only on the nightstand, across Charlie's body, felt miles upon miles away. He told himself, 'in a minute', but it was almost twenty minutes later when it happened, and Charlie got to it first, managing the spell carefully with the use of another man's wand, and pulling Snape against him. He was too tired to reach for it, so he accioed the duvet before dropping the wand aside, pulling Snape against him, and curling up to sleep.

He could only pray that in the morning, Severus was still there, and hadn't had any second thoughts.
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