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Be My Escape	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I.
- 2-II.
- 3-III.
- 4-IV.
- 5-V.
- 6-VI.
- 7-VII.
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V.

Charlie had decided to confront Snape about how
frequently the man avoided his presence. He knew there had to be
something to that – but he hadn't the faintest idea what it
was, and it was rather difficult to accost a person about avoiding
you when, well, when they kept avoiding you!

Since confrontation wasn't getting him anywhere, Charlie
was starting to have some uncharacteristically Slytherin-esque
thoughts which led him to sneaking around outside of Snape's office
when he knew the man was in the middle of lecturing first years. He
chewed his lip, second guessing his decision to go snooping, but the
Gryffindor kicked in and didn't allow him to chicken out. He cast
several spells at the door before he found one that would unlock it,
and sneaked inside.

He wasn't sure where to start, but in the darkened
office, instantly caught sight of the silvery glow shining from the
closet. He pointed his wand at it and whispered “alohomora.”
It was a pleasant surprise that the latch sprung open. Charlie
figured not many people would be fool enough to break into Snape's
office, and of those, not many would manage their way in, so Snape
apparently thought an ordinary locking spell was sufficient here.
Either that, or he was in a hurry when he last locked it.

Charlie pulled open the doors and winced when he heard
them creak. He knew it was completely illogical – Snape would
be in class for at least another forty minutes – but he wasn't
really the sort for sneaking about. He stared down into the basin.
There was really only a chance that what was in the pensieve had
anything to do with him, but he had to take it. And even if he
didn't, his natural curiosity got the better of him. He took a deep
breath even though he knew it was impossible to drown in a pensieve
and dunked his head in.

Twenty minutes later he pulled back torn between horror
and arousal. He'd just watched himself blatantly seduce Snape –
who was actually really easily seduced – until it ended with a
blinding orgasm bent over his professor's desk and his memory being
obliviated. He'd had sex with Snape and all he could remember of it
was a fake memory of scrubbing cauldrons through a Quidditch game
that had never happened.

'So. That's why it all came down to that memory.
Because it was a lie. It never happened that way.'
Still, it was hard to get his mind around shagging the man who he'd
conditioned himself into loathing. And the prat had gone and altered
his memory! He had a right to be pissed about that, didn't he? How
dare Snape think he'd go around telling everyone. How dare he think
he'd be bloody stupid enough to endanger his job like that! He'd
fancied him, didn't he? He would have been discreet. Definitely.

He fell into the man's chair, all concept of time lost
as he tried to get his mind around it. He struggled with the anger
first, and once that started to pass, the details sifted in –
having seen the memory that was taken from him made the old spell
start to fall apart. First he remembered the way the man's long hair
felt between his fingers, then the taste of his mouth. It came in
fragments – the scent of arousal, the heat of a hard prick
against his palm...the aged wood cutting into his palms, the tops of
his thighs butting into the edge of the desk over and over again, how
perfect the man's cock was – thick and long with a rough thatch
of dark curls nestled around the base – and how wonderful it
felt dragging through his innards, the sound of balls slapping
against his arse...

What started as bare
fragments quickly flooded back in once enough of the particulars were
in place and it filled his organ with desperate need. He wondered if
any of his various sexual encounters since even came close to
matching that one time pinned between Snape's lanky body and this
very desk. It had been his first time – though he'd had plenty
of masturbatory experience prior to it. He doubted Snape knew that.
The man had taken his virginity – which Charlie had obviously
freely given – right here, but that wasn't really what bothered
Charlie. It was that he'd also stolen the memory of it. He'd
thought his first time was several months later in the Quidditch
showers with a chaser from the Ravenclaw team. It hadn't been all
that he'd expected it to be. It was nice, he supposed, but only
nice. It hadn't altered his perception of the world or his place in
it any. It was neither special, nor memorable. Because of that he'd
grown up thinking of sex as little more than an entertaining aside
that, while enjoyable, didn't really mean anything. But what he'd
done with Severus Snape? That
had been both special and
world-altering. It was everything a first time ought to be. It was
the kind of first that most people dreamed of but never got to
experience, and Snape had stolen it from him. That's
what made him angry. He wanted to hate Snape for taking something so
precious from his memory. But more than that, he wanted the feeling
back, and he had a sinking feeling that Severus Snape might just be
the only person who could give it to him.

Knowing that, he waited. He took a few deep breaths to
try to calm himself, and he waited for Snape to return to his office.
He waited for Snape to catch him there, to see the pensieve cabinet
open, to put two and two together. He waited for the horrified
expression and the anger that inevitably came from having one's
privacy violated. He waited that instant it took to realize, in
light of the evidence, there was nothing Snape could say that would
shift the blame entirely to the redhead sitting in his chair.

“I would very much like to know why it is always a
Gryffindor I find snooping about in my belongings,” Severus
said tightly.

“Maybe because the stuff you have to hide always
has to do with Gryffindors,” Charlie answered, crossing his
arms over his broad chest stubbornly.

Severus didn't quite now how to reply. He usually had a
scathing answer easily on hand, but if he actually thought about it,
what Charlie said was probably true. “Perhaps because
Gryffindors are always hiding things from me,” he answered
belatedly.

“Perhaps,” Charlie answered sharply,
“because you're a selfish git.”

Snape sighed. He shifted his weight a bit, but managed
to resist the urge to rake his fingers through his hair. “What
do you want, Charlie?” It seemed pointless to call him
'Weasley' now. The man already knew their convoluted past, and
denying it now would only make things worse. Somehow it seemed only
right that he not use a name to distance himself from the very
personal matter between them.

Charlie opened his mouth only to find he didn't have a
real answer, at least, not a logical one, not one Snape would
understand. He rose abruptly, clenched his fists at his sides and
petulantly set his jaw. His pulse started to race in his agitation
and before he could check his anger, he shoved Snape roughly against
the door. “I want what you took from me, you prat! I want you
to give it back!”

But Snape had no idea what that meant. “I can't
very well return a memory you have already taken it upon yourself to
retrieve, especially one we were both better off for you to remain
without.” Now look at the mess they were in. What was he
supposed to do about it? Resign? Over something that happened a
decade ago? It wouldn't be much of a sacrifice if that is what it
took to appease the man, but it seemed a rather pointless display
after so many years had passed, especially over a shag that, at the
time, they had both desired.

Charlie socked him hard in the jaw. Snape saw stars
when he reeled sideways from the blow, knocking several jars of
ingredients from the nearby shelf. The pain was such a shock that
Charlie's ranting didn't initially register.

“I chose you!” Charlie demanded as if
that explained everything. “I was a virgin, you arse! And I
chose you! And it was brilliant and you took it from me and
I've never felt that way since!” he rambled. “What's
worse is that I didn't know I was supposed to! It's been wrong
all this time! Good, but never great. Arse-numbing, but never
knee-melting! Pulse-pounding, but never heart- pounding!
None of it! Not since you, you bastard! You take my best memory, and
what's worse, you leave it where I can easily get it back! Do you
know what the only thing worse than having the best moment of
your entire life stolen from you is? I do. It's the knowing –
knowing it's gone, knowing you'll never get it back. Fuck you,
Snape. You're the only one that mattered to me, and you're not good
enough, not even close.”

Severus didn't know how to process all of that. Other
than his throbbing jaw, he managed to understand that, for whatever
insane reason, Charlie Weasley had deemed him good enough a candidate
to give his virginity. He also understood that since his memory was
obliviated, Charlie was deprived, for better or worse, of the
sensations and emotions unique to one's first time. And he was very
clear on the fact that he himself was not now, nor had he ever been,
a sufficient match for the handsome man with his broad shoulders and
his charming grin. In spite of that, Charlie's obvious state of
agitation also told him that the man wanted him – or at the
very least wanted to be certain that he didn't.

Snape made a snap decision. Charlie wanted the
uncertainty settled once and for all, and they both knew that Snape
was the only person who could settle it. He owed Charlie that much at
least, so he ignored the dull ache in his jaw as best he could and
pulled the most handsome of the Weasley troupe to him for a kiss.

When their lips connected, the world exploded. Charlie
was startled by the sudden, graceless attack, but what really shocked
him was the fireworks. He'd never believed that nonsense about
everyone having a special someone that they were meant to be with.
Kissing Severus Snape proved him wrong. He felt like a randy fifteen
year old plotting to give his virginity to the professor he'd fixated
on all over again. And it was more than just the memory because it
was isolated to this moment with no plans and no promises. It was
just kissing, and for the first time, Charlie knew that if he never
kissed anyone else for the rest of his life, that would be just fine,
provided that he had plenty of kisses just like this one lined up
well in the very distant future.

Snape felt it too – the unexpected and instant
chemistry reigniting between them. He also very distinctly felt
Charlie's hand grab his arse. He moaned into the younger man's
mouth and curled his fingers into the shaggy, red hair. He could
feel Charlie's arousal starting to bulge against his own.

The younger man started to buck his hips and fumble with
buttons. “Mn. Gotta do something about your fashion sense,”
Charlie purred.

“You take exception to my wardrobe now?”

“Mmhmm. Takes too long to get you out of it.”
Okay, so maybe Charlie could be a little impulsive, but it was
better to follow his heart (and okay, maybe his libido) than to spend
his life second-guessing and waiting for things to happen. As for
the whole obliviated memory thing – already forgiven. He was
really just a big teddy bear who couldn't hold a grudge in the end,
and his grudges tended to evaporate all the more quickly when he was
trying to hold onto them.

He'd only made it half way through the buttons at the
front of Snape's outer robe when Snape interrupted him to pull
Charlie's shirt up over his head. His trousers were quick to follow.

Snape quirked a brow at the lack of undergarments, to
which Charlie offered a rather unabashed shrug. “Rather low on
clean clothes just now,” he said. “Shorts and socks are
always the first thing to go.”

“Hn,” Snape answered, but he was still
staring. Charlie had really filled out – broad chest, biceps
the size of cauldrons, muscular thighs, and just enough meat around
the middle to keep him real, but if he was perfectly honest it was
the sleeping dragon that he found the most enchanting. Literally.
Charlie had a tattoo of a Welsh Green slumbering against his right
hip. The dragon's wings were folded down in slumber and it's tail
curled beneath his pubic hair and around the base of his thick
erection. As with all wizard tattoos, the dragon was not
completely static. Snape watched its back rise and fall in an
imitation of breathing, and occasionally it's body would arch or
shift marginally as if readjusting in its sleep. Severus couldn't
quite tear his gaze away from it. He'd always appreciated a
well-placed tattoo on a man, and he could think of no better place
for a dragon than loosely nestled around a treasure such as the one
Charlie was packing.

“See something you like?” Charlie joked.

“Several things,” Snape drawled, making
quick work of his half-unfastened robe and casting it aside before
dropping to his knees. Honestly, a tattoo like that only enticed him
towards the younger man's prick, which was very clearly telling him,
'suck me'. Severus found himself more than willing to comply to that
particular unspoken command. He took the impressive shaft in hand
and drew his tongue confidently from base to tip before circling the
head with the moist muscle and closing his lips around it. He toyed
with it – dipped his tongue in the slit, used his fingernails
to nick the veins with excessive care. When Charlie groaned and dug
his fingertips into Snape's shoulders, the older man took the cue to
swallow the organ in its entirety. He bobbed, sucked, palmed
Charlie's sac, and was rewarded in short order with the taste of his
once and future (very near future) lover's hot seed spurting against
his tongue and dripping down his throat.

Severus sat back, licking a stray drop from the corner
of his mouth, and dragged his fingertips lightly over the erotic
tattoo as Charlie caught his breath. This was mad. Was he really so
easily coaxed into making old mistakes a second time? Then again,
Charlie didn't feel like a mistake. He felt far more like something
Severus was finally, after several years of gross miscalculation,
getting right.

Charlie shivered at the ghostly touch that followed the
heady orgasm. He had a feeling it would not be the only one he
enjoyed tonight, but for the moment he was rather enjoying just how
much Snape liked his tattoo.

“You have any?” he asked.

“Me? Snape quirked his brow. “Hardly. They
are far better suited to men with some physical attribute worthy of
putting on display.”

Charlie grinned. He grabbed the front of Snape's tuntic
and pulled him easily to his feet. “Then you ought have one on
your tongue,” he growled softly before crushing their lips
together. Again, he was overcome by the energy between them. No,
not energy – magic, there was no word to better describe
the way Snape kissed him. He could, however, think of a few words to
describe the older man's hand teasing his shaft back to life as the
snogging continued. Most of them implied that Severus was a dirty
old man and he was a randy little slut, but since it was all in good
fun he doubted Snape would be terribly insulted if he were reading
his mind on the sly. “And your cock, too, if memory serves.”

“Keep dreaming,” Severus drawled. He would
not be tattooing any innately sensitive areas of his anatomy any time
soon. Not even for Charlie, who had just rather unceremoniously tore
his tunic off. Severus tossed him a sour expression. “I liked
that shirt.”

“I'll buy you ten more just like it if you get
these pants off in the next fifteen seconds,” Charlie bartered.
He'd have promised a hundred tunics if he thought it would get the
man naked any faster.

“I'll hold you to that,” Severus said,
quickly casting the rest of his clothing away before Charlie could
destroy any more of his wardrobe.

Charlie drank in the sight. Whatever anyone else might
have to say about that long, lean body or the porcelain skin, Charlie
was rapt. He loved the narrow hips, the taut, bronze nipples. He
particularly loved how ethereal the man's pale complexion looked
against his own sun-bronzed freckles. The contrast made his spine
tingle. ...and the cock! Oh, the cock was more impressive than
either of their memories detailed. He felt his breath hitch and his
pulse race.

“No tattoos, huh?” Charlie reiterated.

“They wouldn't suit me,” Snape answered,
feeling his bare rump collide with the desk. When had they backed
up?

Charlie was nibbling on his neck, watching the flesh
there redden and return to its normal complexion with entirely too
much fascination. Once he'd left a mark he seemed confident would
stay a while, he turned his attention back to the conversation.
“Then maybe a piercing or two?” he tried, sliding his
cock upward to crush against Snape's. He frotted against the older
man a bit, delighting in the feel of bare flesh that he'd gone
entirely too long without, and pinched a nipple, giving Snape a very
clear image of just which gutter Charlie's mind had wandered down.

“I will take it into consideration,” Snape
answered bemusedly.

Charlie knew that answer from Snape was far closer to a
yes than a no and it made his cock twitch excitedly against his
lover's. Intimate piercings aside, he thought they'd had rather
enough foreplay at this point. “Give me your wand,” he
purred against Snape's ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

Snape tensed a bit. “Don't trust me?” he
drawled.

“Sure,” Charlie answered easily. “But
you need to learn to trust me.” Because if Snape
ever had, they'd have been partners since Charlie was fifteen.
Charlie knew he could have kept his mouth shut. It was Severus who
needed to learn to trust, not him. He trusted far too easily. Well,
if pushed, Charlie might admit that he was a bit concerned
that the man might panic and wipe his memory again – just a
bit, though. “So hand it over.”

Severus hesitated, but only briefly. Charlie was right
to suspect a repeat performance of their previous encounter, so it
was only fair to show a little faith. He unfastened the wand holster
on his arm and handed it over.

Charlie rewarded him with a grin. He slipped the wand
out and cast the holster aside. A flick of his wrist sent everything
on Snape's desk clattering to the floor. He winced a bit at the
loud, crashing noise.

“Must you destroy all of my things?”
Severus complained.

“Sorry!” Charlie laughed, peering past
Snape's shoulder at the damages. “I don't think I broke
anything.” He smikred playfully. “Your wand must be
just as excited about this as I am.”

“I cannot speak for that particular wand,”
Snape replied in a way that suggested an inappropriate pun.

Charlie was happy enough to cut Snape off with another
deep kiss. As their tongues tangled, they shifted position.

Charlie playfully pushed Snape backward and turned to
face the desktop that he lost his virginity bent over. He had high
hopes that the second time would be just as incredible as the first
as he spread his thighs and bent his notably larger body over it. He
felt no shame in giving Snape a bit of a show and arched his back as
he penetrated his own arse with the man's wand. He purred as he felt
the handle press against his pucker and wiggled the rod around a bit,
pumping his hips slightly in counterpoint. He let a deep moan roll
past his lips when he got it angled just right to brush his prostate
and jabbed the wand into it once, then twice, before groaning out the
appropriate spell. It was more powerful than it would be if he used
his own wand. He'd expected that; he wasn't familiar with Snape's
wand – but expecting it was not the same as experiencing it.
He let go of the aged wood and clutched the desk – arse and
thighs flexing as he bit his lip. It was major overkill. Next time,
he'd be better off to let the master of the wand do the casting. He
only barely kept himself from making a mess of the desk (and a fool
of himself) with a premature ejaculation.

Severus very nearly came just watching the salacious
young man. He gripped his prick and released a shuddering breath
while watching the wand slide, wiggle, and eventually slip out of
Charlie's freshly lubricated and cleansed anus with a dull clatter
against the stone floor. Beautiful. Delicious. Sublime. He
took a moment to imprint the vision of Adonis into his mind before
stepping forward to partake of the feast Charlie had spread before
him – metaphorically speaking, of course.

Charlie shivered in bliss as he felt Snape's hands on
his hips. He groaned in ecstasy as the man's long cock penetrated
his arse and slid deep into his belly. Once they were connected –
instinctively responding to each thrust and roll in the way that
would lead them both to the peak of pleasure – neither man had
any doubt that, if only in terms of intercourse, they were made for
one another. They took pleasure from exactly the same things in
precisely the same ways. Snape instinctively knew just how hard to
thrust to make Charlie's toes curl. Charlie knew just when to arch
his back and squeeze his anus around Snape's thick rod to make
Severus shudder and groan. And they knew, were their positions
reversed, it would be just as amazing. And they did not doubt that
their positions would be reversed – easily and often. They
were, quite simply, a perfect fit.

The room filled with harsh pants, throaty little moans,
and the rhythmic sound of balls against arse. The back of Charlie's
shoulders were marked by various bites and kisses, red lines formed
on his hips where Snape's nails dug in a little too deep (or, in
Charlie's opinion, just deep enough), and when orgasm overtook them
it was long and loud and sloppy and it stole the breath from the
lungs until, just when Charlie thought he might die of asphyxiation,
it was over and the air rushed back in, his heart is thundering in
his ears, and he wanted nothing more than to do it all over again,
except that he couldn't move and thought a repeat performance might
just kill him...but what a way to go.

Snape rested his head against Charlie's spine, unable to
lift his body and slide out for quite some time. That suited Charlie
just fine. It felt so good to have Snape inside that it was barely
relevant that they were a sweaty, sticky mess. When the man finally
moved, mustering just enough energy to flop naked into the chair,
Charlie rested his chin on his forearms and ogled his lover without
the least bit of shame. “So, about those piercings...”
he drawled playfully. He didn't really expect Snape to agree to such
a thing, but hey, can't blame a guy for trying, right? It was just a
joke.

Severus actually chuckled. “I will make you a
deal, Mr. Weasley,” he returned with equal good humor. “I
will pierce anything that you do, provided my robes will cover it.”

Charlie blinked, his cock twitching in interest even
though he knew another erection would be impossible for a while.
“Seriously?”

Severus inclined his head. “I am not the sort of
man who jokes.”

“Yeah, I noticed that about you,” Charlie
chuckled, finally moving from the soiled desk to stretch his back.
“This was no joke. Next time though, a bed, I think.”
He looked at the pressure creases on his forearms and the tops of
his thighs from the sharp edges. “I'm getting too old for all
those 'bend me over the desk and pound my arse until I cry,
Professor' sort of fantasies.”

“Oh, and what sort of fantasies are you not
too old for, then?”

Charlie grinned playfully, thrilled that Snape had
chosen to humor him. “Just this second my best one includes a
few sexy piercings, a cock ring big enough for two, novelty
handcuffs, and the biggest double-ended vibrator I can find...maybe
two. Sound good?” he teased, moving to straddle his lover's
hips. He may be far too exhausted for another go round, but that by
no means ruled out kisses and cuddling.

“These vibrators in your fantasy are enchanted?”
Snape asked, humored at just how much of a teddy bear Charlie
actually was. He wrapped his arms lightly around his young lover's
back.

“Is there any other kind?” Charlie joked.
“So? Sounds good, right?”

Severus pulled him down into a slow kiss. The remainder
of term was going to be exhausting if this is the sort of thing that
occupied Charlie's thoughts, but it would be exhausting in all of the
best ways. “Sounds like you've got yourself a date, Charlie.”

Charlie moaned into yet another kiss. How could he not?
After all, Severus Snape was not the sort of man who joked.
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