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The Gift	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of Snape getting lucky. ...but I think he's probably enjoying being my muse.

Chapter List
- 1-The Gift
- 1
A/N: to the best of my memory, Snape's house at Spinner's End was
never given a number (if I'm wrong, my bad and oh well), so I'm
arbitrarily assigning the number 15.

Well, it's the last story of my Snape's Skivvies Series. As with the
others, it can be read as a oneshot, but you'll get the most out of
the series by reading it in order.

The Series is as follows:

1. Heat

2. Underneath

3. Starfish

4. The Apology

5. The Gift (this story)

'The Gift' is predominantly Snape x Charlie, but also has some
Snape x Harry and a mention of Snape x Bill.

The Gift

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

Severus found it impossible not to smile a bit as he looked down at
the red toothbrush, newly acclimated to its spot beside his own. It
tilted slightly towards the other, making him think up sappy
metaphors. In any case, with Harry's toothbrush and a new shower
curtain – powder blue with broomsticks gaily flitting about –
Severus was certain that at least the bathroom of 15 Spinner's End
had never looked more cheerful. The entire house was somewhat more
cheerful, really – in a dingy, antiquated sort of way. The
couches were still threadbare and the air still a bit stale for lack
of proper ventilation, but the roof was properly patched and the
walls painted (the muggle way, much Severus' disdain), the bathroom
spruced up, and he hardly recognized the bedroom for the fresh coat
of paint, modern lighting fixtures, and most especially, the maze of
half-unpacked boxes cluttered the room.

It awed Severus how something as simple as companionship could make
the house he'd spent his whole life hating transform itself into
something so homey. Nothing had changed about it in essence. Sprucing
Spinner's End up didn't make it any less Spinner's End, but Harry's
presence filled a void of loneliness about the place that had seeped
into the very floorboards and the cracks in the walls. It had sucked
the life out of his drunken lout of a father, who Severus had found
one summer hanging half-rotten from the chandelier with old photos
splayed haphazardly about the floor, and Severus had feared most of
his life that it would turn him into a replica of the man he'd spent
the bulk of his life trying to pretend didn't exist.

Severus' smile faltered a bit then. He'd often thought about how
Tobias Snape hadn't been much of a father, but he'd only recently
admitted that he hadn't been much of a son. That the man killed
himself surrounded by old photos – Snape still didn't know how
to take that. Were the faces of his family the things he wanted to
see most at the end? Or were they the thing he couldn't bear to look
at for another moment? Severus decided to believe the prior –
it endeared him to the man a bit, and since he was dead now Severus
saw no harm in remembering him as a lonely, misunderstood man who had
been destroyed by a witch rather than as an alcoholic tyrant who
slammed doors, broke glasses, and left nothing but a wave of terror
in his wake. His mother had destroyed both of them from the start,
Severus thought, but there was no sense now dwelling on things so
long past, not when he had something as simple and perfect as Harry's
red toothbrush sitting there so unobtrusively, reminding him that he
was loved. Finally, and also completely.
The way Harry had grinned brightly when he'd barked 'move in with me'
at him told him he could trust in that love. The way they'd shagged
that night from dusk till dawn assured him that it wouldn't fade. It
was comforting to know these things absolutely, but also terrifying
to feel so indescribably happy about life in general – happy
enough that now he was smiling at a bloody toothbrush
like a fool. It was unfamiliar
territory.

He just barely kept himself from jumping in surprise as Harry
suddenly poked his head into the bathroom. “What are you
doing?”

“Nothing,”
Severus answered, pushing the intense thought process aside. “I
was just putting your toothbrush in here and got distracted by a
particularly stubborn spot of grime on the wall.” That was a
lie, but it was better than admitting he'd been lost in thoughts
about the history of the house and how much had changed within it.

Harry grinned and took his wrist,
pulling him from the room. “You can worry about soap scum
later. I need you.”

Oh, if only Harry knew how those words always made his cock twitch.
“Oh?” he asked, quirking a brow elegantly at his young
lover.

“You've
a very disagreeable wardrobe on your hands, you know. I was going to
start putting some clothes away, but I can't figure out how to get
the bloody thing open. I reached for the handle and the damn thing
bit me.”

“What
I get for buying used, I suppose,” Severus answered, lifting
the hand Harry was gesturing at and laying a soft kiss on the
'bitten' area. There really wasn't anything wrong with it – the
surprise probably hurt more than the actual injury. “You just
have to assure it you mean business. Once it gets to know you a bit
you won't have these problems.”

He tapped his wand sharply against
the weathered mahogany doors. “You will treat
Harry with respect, or I'll chop you up and use you for firewood,”
he informed the wardrobe curtly. “I've finally gotten rid of
those deplorable squirrels, so I rather think a fire in the hearth
might be pleasant.”

The doors to the wardrobe swung abruptly open. “See, nothing to
it,” he told his lover. “Spells are unnecessary. Like a
spoiled child, it needs only a stern talking to when it gets out of
line.”

Harry spun about and leaned against the older man's chest. “Well,
you can give anyone you want a 'stern talking to', but you'd better
save all the spankings for me.” He stuck his tongue out
playfully, and purred as Severus tilted his chin up to claim his lips
and tongue. He gave Harry's bum a very faint little slap just to play
along a bit.

“Little
fool,” he said affectionately. Well, Harry wasn't so little
anymore, and perhaps not quite
so much a fool, but it seemed the closest thing to a pet name Severus
was inclined to give him. “Stop fooling about an unpack some of
this. “I don't intend to live in a maze of cardboard boxes
forever.”

Really, moving into Grimauld Place would have been more practical,
but the wound of Sirius' death was still too fresh for Harry –
and the wound of Sirius in general was one that Severus would
probably never fully come to accept. Spinner's End had it's own dark
history, but it was a much more brief affair.

...and there were no screaming portraits.

Severus turned about and began shuffling through a box of what
appeared to be nothing but knick-knacks and odds and ends; it was
full of the silly little trinkets his lover had picked over the
years. He had no idea how they were going to find places for all of
them, but for the time being sorted a tiny Viktor Krum figurine and a
snow globe of Hogwarts castle onto the top of a muggle dresser on the
far wall.

That's when Harry began to snicker.

Severus turned to him, quirking a brow, and Harry held up a pair of
very muggle boxer-briefs. They were navy blue with a gray waistband.
“Now, I know you can't have gotten these from a
wizard,” the younger man declared.

“You
might be surprised,” Severus answered dryly.

Harry's eyes lit up the way they always did when he thought he'd be
able to pull details on one of Snape's previous shags out of his
lover. He flopped onto the bed with the underpants. It was the last
pair he hadn't asked about, as far as Severus could recall, and
perhaps the most important.

“Do
you think they'd look good on me?” Harry teased, bringing his
hands to his fly and waiting for the older man's reaction.

“Harry,
don't.”

“No?
Then you'd better tell me everything, or I'm going to do my best to
look so utterly fuckable that we won't get anything
unpacked today.”

“Again,”
Severus sighed. Though they were only officially moving in together
today, the boxes had been here for a week and a half. It was just
that every time Harry came over to sort his things, they somehow
ended up naked in bed for the day.

“Again,”
Harry repeated with an impish grin, flipping open the button of his
jeans.

While Severus knew he had every intention of shagging Harry today, he
was dead set on getting some of this unpacking done before he killed
himself trying to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

“Fine,”
he sighed. “Keep your pants on. I'll answer your incessant
questions while we unpack your things. They were a gift.”

“A
gift?

“A
birthday gift.”

“From
who?”

Hogwarts
Castle. January, 1990.

Hogwarts was kind of lonely without Bill. Sure, Fred and George were
about, already well on their way to being the biggest troublemakers
to ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts Castle, but it wasn't the same.
As for Percy...well, he wasn't really very Weasley-ish, and didn't
make very good company for Charlie – they never really
discussed anything that mattered and though he loved his brother (of
course) he just didn't find him all that personable. Quidditch was
about the only thing they ever agreed on. It wasn't just the presence
of his older brother that Charlie was missing, it was also the
companionship. He and Bill had always been close. When they were
children, they were nearly inseparable, and now? Now Bill had up and
left the continent. Flighty bastard.

He and Bill had always talked about everything, and though he still
got regular owls from his big brother, Bill was all the way in Egypt
on some big curse-breaking adventure. Their mum was still having
rather a heart attack over her eldest child's job choice, but Bill
seemed to find it all rather fun.

In the meanwhile, Charlie was barely seventeen and feeling very, very
alone for the first time in his life. He had his friends, of course,
but the things he talked about with Bill weren't really the sort of
things you discussed with just anyone. Bill was more than his brother
– he was also his hero and his best friend. ...and they had the
same taste in men.

At the tender age of fourteen, Charlie had already realized he was
gay. Puberty was running at full-tilt through his veins, and he just
couldn't keep his eyes off of Professor Snape's arse. When he'd
confessed to Bill early in his fourth year that he had a crush on a
bloke, and of all possibilities, it was the Potions Master, Bill had
just smirked at him and said “you too, huh?” They spent
the next few years joking about various body parts on the man they'd
rather like an intimate knowledge of and assorted fantasies, as well
as a number of lewd remarks regarding the length of his fingers and
size of his nose as might relate to other areas of his anatomy.

Charlie didn't have anyone to ogle Snape with now, and found it was
much harder to bear the man's allure without some kind of vocal
outlet. It had never seemed odd to him to be checking out guys with
his older (and blatantly bisexual) brother. It was just crazy, laid
back Bill up to his usual hijinks.

And speaking of hijinks – Bill had gone and shagged the man!
'Rather thoroughly,' his brother had declared proudly, and subtly
intimated that Severus Snape's naked body was 'much more appealing
than even our wildest imaginings.' Thanks to that, Charlie found
himself wanting the man more intensely than ever. A good, solid wank
was no longer enough to completely sate the desire. Sure, it left him
properly withered, but the dull, aching need was still there.

He wanted his turn. Just because Bill was Professor Snape's type
though, Charlie didn't think that really improved his chances. They
were brothers, but to Charlie, the similarities ended there. Bill was
long-haired and far more slender with a creamier complexion. Charlie
couldn't help looking at his reflection these days and think he was
built like a tree stump. ...a tree stump with a farmer's tan from all
the time he spent outdoors. Even so, he was still a Gryffindor. That
had to count for something. Maybe Snape just liked red hair and
Gryffindor pluck. Charlie prayed for that, because he was about to do
something that would, most likely, earn him detention for life.

He slipped into Professor Snape's office and dropped an unmarked
package on the desk. He saw an envelope already settled there, but he
didn't pay it any particular mind. He had more important things to do
and precious little time to do them in. He pointed his wand at the
area beneath's Snape's desk and cast an expansion spell he'd learned
from his father on the area. He was a big boy, after all, and he
would need room if he expected to surprise anyone from such a
diminutive space.

Just then, he heard the lock click. 'Shite!' Charlie thought,
scrambling into the newly expanded area beneath Snape's desk to hide.
He hadn't expected the man to return so quickly. Hadn't Dumbledore
just asked him to his office ten minutes ago? Talk about a short
conversation.

*

Severus was not accustomed to receiving birthday presents. Sure,
there were the customary candies from Dumbledore, which he always
threw out right in front of the man – just because the
Headmaster had an infatuation with bizarre sweets didn't mean he had
to humor the man's strange hobbies. Dumbledore always just shrugged
and claimed it was the thought that counted most. Severus wasn't a
child and didn't care to be treated like one, but it seemed that
Dumbledore would always see an awkward, gangly eleven year old no
matter how many years passed.

He'd just returned from throwing the man's candy in the trash
receptacle, so he was quite perplexed to find a thick envelope and an
unmarked package on the desk in his office. He could only assume they
belonged together.

He blinked at the boyish handwriting that had scribbled out his name
on the front of the manilla envelope. After seven years of potions
essays, he knew it quite well. 'Bill.' His breath came out as
a soft shudder. Six months ago, Bill Weasley had passed his NEWTs and
given Severus one hell of a farewell shag. The memory of the
beautiful boy's arse swallowing his tense cock was enough to make
Severus' balls tighten instantly.

Even so, he hadn't thought the boy would have gone to the trouble of
remembering his birthday over it. He slipped his nail thorough the
crease of the envelope and pulled out its contents.

'Professor Snape,

Thought this might help warm you up on those cold, lonely, winter
nights.

Happy Birthday,

Bill.'

The note was brief and to the point, which was for the best, because
really Severus was far more interested in finding out what the
present was than any silly note that went along with it. He so rarely
received gifts that he found himself far too anxious over them. He
slipped open the included fold of cardboard and a series of half a
dozen pictures slipped out.

He gasped, and his cock bulged eagerly against his trousers. That
perverted little...oh, gods, he was ridiculously aroused now.
Standing in front of his desk, he cupped his groin and moaned softly
as he tried to relieve some of the pressure.

The photos from Egypt were exquisitely pornographic. In the first,
Bill was splayed out naked in the sand, quite erect. Above his
hardened cock he'd written the words 'Thinking of You.' He was
thrusting his hips upward, lips parted softly, and toying with his
groin. They only got progressively more erotic as Severus sat
flipping through them. Another showed Bill toying with his nipples,
the words 'Missing you' flashing across his collarbone. When he got
to the one of Bill inserting a prodigious phallus into his anus,
wittily labeled 'wish you were here'. Severus groaned lustily and
unfastened his trousers, slipping his hand into his pants and pulling
out his tense shaft to begin pleasuring himself.

He had no way of knowing that another Weasley was currently under his
desk, biting his knuckles to keep himself from moaning as he started
to slide his hand slowly along his thick shaft, panting softly as he
lay the pictures out across the desk. Bill wanking. Bill pinching.
Bill inserting. Bill with his back arched as the huge, enchanted
phallus shagged him. Bill on his knees, lost in the throes of passion
and coming all over the camera lens, the words 'Happy Birthday,
Severus Snape' spelled out as Bill dragged his finger through the
sheet of cum he'd spattered all over the lens. And then it looped –
starting over. Severus couldn't quite decide which of the photos was
the most delectable, but they were all part of his gift, and so he
decided he would take his time enjoying every last one of them. He
had the rest of the night to himself, after all.

He loosened his robes and let them fall open, panting harshly as the
pictures quickly built up his lust. He slid a hand up under his white
tunic and moaned as he pinched his own nipple with his free hand,
bucking his hips wantonly. Why? Ooooohhh... oh....why did this boy do
such a thing for him? Surely there were far more attractive, and just
as eager, men in Egypt. Men somewhat closer to his own age who hadn't
been his professor for seven years. Men far more suited to someone of
such intractable beauty. And yet... oh, hell with it, now was hardly
the time for logic. He'd been given a gift (and such a gift!)
and he'd be damned if he wouldn't enjoy it. He moaned and bucked,
gaze locked on the Adonis splaying himself out wantonly exclusively
for his benefit.

Beneath the desk, Charlie's knuckle had begun to bleed. He could
taste the metallic tang on his lips, but he would heal it later. If
he took his hand away from his mouth he was sure to moan at the
delicious sight. Bill had been right. Professor Snape had a gorgeous
cock. It was all Charlie could do to keep himself from licking it,
but he had a plan and this wasn't part of it. He absolutely had to
wait. If he didn't pick the right time, he'd be screwed – and
not in the way he was hoping for. If he startled Snape now, when he
was in the midst of pleasuring himself, he was sure he'd never be
forgiven. He had to approach when the man was more subdued.

Even so, the visual was far too appealing. Charlie shoved his free
hand roughly into his pants and wanked in tandem with his professor's
self-attention. 'Bloody hell! I want to suck him. I want to rip
off his clothes, bend him over the desk and just...lick him
everywhere! I want to grab his head and shove my cock down his
throat over and over again. I want him to cover me in cum. Anything.
Anything. Merlin, please!'

Charlie's prayers were not in vain. Severus bucked thrice more into
his pumping hand and tilted his groin down under the desk with a loud
groan, spreading his thighs a bit more so as to avoid ejaculating all
over his robes.

It was a happy side-effect for the wanton Gryffindor that this meant
the man's hot seed splattered across Charlie's face and the hand he
was busily biting to avoid making noise. He closed his eyes and
whimpered into his clenched fist – a sound mercifully masked by
Snape's sob of pleasure – and came in his pants with his face
tilted upward into the spray of his professor's generous release.

Severus, of course, had no idea he'd just come all over a teenage
boy, and got up, casting a quick scourgify at where he thought the
splatter would have landed, but with the underside of his desk
expanded without his knowledge, it hit the floor limply, cleaning a
perfectly clean spot on the wood flooring, leaving Charlie rather a
mess as Snape tucked himself away, straightened his robes, and
grabbed the pictures and the unopened box, making a b-line for his
personal quarters through a hidden staircase that wound downward when
he whispered a husky password at a small gargoyle in the rear wall.
He didn't know what was in the box, but if it was also from Bill, as
he suspected (who else could it possibly be from?), then he was in
for a rather pleasant night of fantasies and wanking. He made a
mental note to find some way of procuring one of those elephantine,
enchanted phalli that Bill amused himself with in the photographs. If
he couldn't get himself a proper lover, or even a regular shag (and
given his personality and looks Severus was constantly amazed that
he'd done as much shagging as he had in life), then such a toy would
definitely add a little panache to his lonely Friday nights.

Charlie listened to the door slide shut as Severus descended and
shuddered, falling back to lay against the hard floor and collect
himself. “Bloody hell!” he whispered. “Best case of
bad timing I've ever had...” He was barely an outline of shadow
in the depth of the desk, but he could feel the man's seed and
tentatively licked a long swipe of it from the heel of his hand. That
alone was enough to make his groin twitch in interest again. Snape's
private rooms, Charlie imagined, must be right beneath him. What had
gotten the man suddenly so riled up? Was he down there in his rooms
giving himself another go? Or maybe he was stripping down, ready for
a good, hot shower that would turn his skin rosy, running his long
fingers over his slender body... “Balls!” Charlie gasped
softly. “I want him so bad...”

At this point there was nothing to stress about, no need to rush.
Severus Snape had descended to his rooms, and Charlie was safely
hidden and alone under the old oak desk. His cock was hardening
again, thinking of his professor's naked body and the facial
expressions that might match the amazing sounds the man had been
making as he wanked. He shuddered, sucking two cum-splattered fingers
between his lips and moaning softly around them, lathing his tongue
over them and trying to imagine they were something else entirely as
he had another good, hard wank under the man's desk before cleaning
up and hurrying back to Gryffindor Tower, just barely making it
before curfew. When his friends asked him where in the hell he'd been
all night, he muttered something about 'endurance training', which
they naturally assumed had something to do with Quidditch – the
one love in Charlie Weasley's life that didn't shed and piss on the
carpet. If only they knew...

*

Severus sighed at his reflection. Sleep-deprivation had him looking
even more rough and edgy than usual.

“You've
no one to blame but yourself,” his mirror chided.

“I
know, I know, mind your own damned business.” Severus didn't
need to be reminded why he'd only managed an hour or two of sleep
last night. The guilty pleasure that was Bill Weasley had sent him
such
an enticing present for his birthday that he'd spent most of last
night unable to tear his eyes from the pictures splayed across the
bedding or his hands off of his body, reaching completion at least
four times after
his wank in the office, imagining being touched by someone other than
himself.

He raked his fingers back through his hair and splashed his face with
cold water even though he knew if the shower hadn't roused him, there
was almost nothing that would. It was the first time he found
something in his youth that he sorely missed – Remus Lupin. Not
the man himself, no, but the frequency of his endeavors to set
Snape's body aflame. But look at him now. He was wound tight as a
coil, suffering from insomnia, and over what? The need for a good
shag or ten? It was ludicrous. He'd gotten by perfectly fine on
self-pleasure for well over a decade until bloody Bill Weasley had
reignited the fire within him and, for one night, made him feel
desirable again. He felt like a fool, to let a one night stand so
undo him. His pride wouldn't bear going down into the darker
alleyways of Hogsmeade to pay for some attending, even if he knew it
was really the only option for someone of his particular countenance
aside from some drunken lout in the Three Broomsticks too intoxicated
to clear his vision long enough to give a damn who or what he was
shagging.

The mirror made a tutting noise at him, as if ready to mother hen him
about his bad habits, his late nights, and his entirely too
depressing thoughts. “Not another word,” he warned it.
“Or I will not hesitate to hex you opaque for the indefinite
future.” With his appearance being what it was, he didn't
imagine he'd be much worse off for collecting himself in the morning
without the assistance of a nitpicky piece of reflective glass.

He grumbled a bit and tossed his towel into the hamper, padding back
into the bedroom where he'd laid out his clothes. His gaze shifted to
the unwrapped box on the nightstand. There had been no note, but it
was obvious what they were – a sort of muggle underpants that
was a cross between boxers and briefs. Short and stretchy, Severus
lifted the navy material curiously and pulled at the waistband,
wondering for the umpteenth time why every man he shagged seemed so
bloody interested in his underclothes. Well, he supposed it didn't
hurt to give them a try – he really did hate the way
boxer shorts rode up, and their general bulkiness beneath his robes.
He slipped on the soft cotton, finding the elasticity somewhat
oppressive around his thighs. It pressed into his groin and hugged
around his bum in a way he no longer felt accustomed to, but as he
looked down and arched to take in the way they looked on, he couldn't
help a faint smirk. 'I can imagine what Lupin would have said if
he saw my arse in these.' His arse, he had learned to accept, was
the one physical attribute he had that seemed to be worthy of
particular note. He'd been indignant about that as a boy, but now he
just found it comforting that he had at least one physical
attribute that wasn't disarmingly atrocious. He took a few steps,
wrinkling his nose a bit. Snug. After years of boxer shorts, the
adjectives to describe these...boxer-briefs...that came most readily
to mind were snug, tight, suffocating. 'Perhaps I will become
accustomed to them if I wear them for the day,' he thought, and
with a shrug left them on and finished dressing with a yawn. He was
ridiculously tired. After classes he would have a mountain of essays
from his sixth years to grade as well. It was going to be a very
long, trying day.

*

'I wonder if he's wearing them.' Charlie thought as the
Potions Master chided one of his fellow Gryffindors. “The
instructions are to dice, not shred, Miss Davis. Surely
you have a better mastery of the English Language than you do of
Potions. If you do not, I'm not certain I understand how you manage
to speak at all.”

He clipped past her before she could respond and caught Charlie
staring blankly into space. “Mr. Weasley,” he said, “you
cannot expect your cauldron to stir itself.”

Charlie startled, coloring a bit as memories of that deep voice
moaning in the throes of passion as he'd touched himself last night
shot straight to his groin. “I, sorry sir, uh...”

“Yes
yes, I know, Quidditch and mangy strays are the only thing capable of
fitting into your brain for more than thirty seconds at a time, but
do try to at least pretend
you are paying attention in my class.”

“...sorry
sir,” Charlie mumbled dejectedly. The man was so damn sexy but
he also had the ability to make Charlie feel like a troll. The mixed
feelings for his professor were complicated. His body's reactions to
the sharp, biting insults, however, were not. He adjusted his weight
and began stirring again, pointedly ignoring the ache in his groin
and grateful for the loose fit of the robes in his lap. He tried to
will the erection away, but as Snape made it back to his desk, he
noted a very subtle movement as if tugging something down his thigh
and blood rushed into his member anew. 'Oh
bloody hell, he is
wearing them!'

After potions, Charlie had dashed for one of the lesser-used
restrooms for a quick wank before his next class. His mind kept
wandering back to the subject all day. He was nervous, anxious too.
He rushed through dinner with some excuse about homework he'd been
procrastinating on and research that had to be done, an essay that
desperately needed to be written. It was bollocks, but his friends
bought it and he rushed down to Snape's office and climbed beneath
the desk before the professor could get back to the essays piled atop
it.

He shuffled out of his robes and t-shirt, pushing them off to one
side where they wouldn't be soiled by what he was planning on, and
shivered as the cold air of the dungeon tightened his nipples. Now
all he could do was wait. ...and pray he somehow got out of this with
his life. He wondered if Bill had been this nervous. He doubted it.
Bill had such a laid back personality. He seemed to go through life
as if nothing could ever possibly go wrong. Usually, Charlie was
pretty calm too, but not about the most important things, and at
seventeen getting into Professor Snape's pants seemed like a matter
of life or death. He bit his lip and held his breath as he heard the
door open.

*

Severus looked down at the pile of scrolls he had to grade with a
sense of foreboding. He was tired. He wanted nothing more than to go
down to his rooms, strip off these suffocatingly tight underpants
(after years of boxers, it seemed impossible to get used to them
after all), and curl up in bed to sleep after a good wank or two
(Merlin! Why did he still have the hormones of a sixteen year old?!)
but no, he absolutely had to grade some of these damnable scrolls
today. Had to. He couldn't bear to sit through more than ten at a
time, so he had to at least make a decent dent in them or he'd regret
it later.

He sat at his desk and pulled in his chair, taking out the red ink
and his quill. He had the strangest feeling that something was off,
but the more he looked about the office the more everything appeared
to be quite in order.

He pulled out the first scroll and frowned at it. 'Just get this
over with quickly, Severus, and you can go wank yourself to sleep.
Again.'

Charlie sat quietly, forcing himself to exert some patience. From
here, all he could really see of his professor was his lap and his
legs, but he was looking for any sign the man might give that he'd
begun to relax. He wondered if he would ever see one, when suddenly a
pale hand snaked down between Snape's legs.

'Oh bloody hell. Is he going to wank again? No way!' No.
No, he was just adjusting himself.

Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to decide where to
begin.

Severus, meanwhile, had Charlie's essay in hand, unable to believe
what he was reading. Surely, his tired eyes were playing tricks on
him.

'...due to antiflamma's greasy texture, it is impractical to for
use on wood, glass, or metal, among other inanimate objects, but has
no side-effects when applied directly to the body. Aside from its
obvious uses in preventing burns, it can also be ingested to coat a
week stomach and thus combat nausea, and as a sexual lubricant.'

Severus read the last part a third time 'and as a sexual
lubricant'. No, his eyes were not playing tricks on him. No, his
hormones had not tacked that onto the end of Weasley's sentence. It
actually said 'and as a sexual lubricant' in the middle of Charlie
Weasley's essay on the properties and uses of flame-retardant
potions. That antiflamma could be used as a lubricant wasn't the
surprise; that much was common knowledge, but that Weasley #2 thought
it was important enough to add into his essay...that sent
Severus' unpredictable hormones spiking as he couldn't quite fight
the image of the broad-shouldered, freckled young man, bare-arsed and
pouring a bottle of antiflamma into his bum quite out of mind before
the image took root.

He laid down the parchment with quivering fingers as he felt his
groin start to swell. He gripped the edge of the desk and let out a
shuddering breath, willing himself to calm the hell down. His
hormonal responses to even the barest stimuli were maddening. He
blamed it on the raunchy pictures Bill had sent him, but that had
been last night and this was today and he shouldn't be this riled up
over five small words in a student's essay.

He adjusted himself again with a slight grunt and Charlie bit his lip
to find the man bulging in his trousers. He willed some of the
reckless courage he'd had in him when he came up with this stupid
plan to return and reached his hand out as Severus pulled his away
again to palm the hard flesh.

Severus very nearly fell out of his chair. He looked down,
incredulous, to find a hand reaching out of the darkness and start
rubbing his groin. He watched for a moment in utter horror. A large,
tanned hand, lightly freckled. He could almost have imagined
it Bill's, but it was too broad and square. His breath quivered.

“Mister
Weasley! What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing down
there?!” he demanded, disgusted by the slight squeak his voice
carried.

Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat and shuffled forward between
his Professor's knees, poking his head a bit out of the darkness and
looking up at the man guilelessly from between his thighs. “Please
don't kill me, sir,” he said, his right hand still pressed
firmly, if statically, between the older man's legs. “I just
didn't know how to approach you...”

“So
you thought trying to give me a heart attack would be a good idea?”
Severus demanded. It wasn't as harsh as he meant it to sound. It was
hard to be harsh when you were indescribably horny and there was a
topless young redhead palming your need. Still it would have been
nice if he could sound a little more angry about it and a little less
exasperated.

“Not
a heart attack sir. It's just...hell.” Charlie wasn't nearly as
graceful with words as his eloquent older brother. He thought actions
spoke louder, but he wasn't normally this bumbling of an idiot.
“Y'see sir, I've sort of...been having this recurring fantasy
of sucking you off while you're grading papers since I was fourteen
and...well, it seemed like a much better idea until you started
glaring at me.”

The clumsy words stuttered their way through Snape's thoughts
repeatedly as he tried to truly absorb them. No matter how many times
they repeated though, he couldn't help but feel completely
overwhelmed. He should have a snappy retort on hand, something
scathing, bitter, and capable of belittling the boy into nothingness.
He was good at such things, but his mind was just completely blank.
He tried to remind himself that this was a student, but after what
he'd done with the boy's older brother just after graduation that
argument didn't seem to hold as much weight as it ought to. Charlie
Weasley was built bigger and broader than Severus could ever hope to
be. Handsome, but not overwhelming in his beauty like Bill.

“Why?”
Severus asked, though it was more demand than question.

Even so, the word gave Charlie hope. “You don't realize it, do
you, sir? I won't call you handsome – you'll just laugh at me,
but you've got so much more going for you than that. You're
brilliant, for starters.” He thought Snape would like to hear
that. He was always looking down on people like they were beneath his
obvious intellect. “But more than that, you just...have this
way about you, Professor. It's not easy to explain. It's just
something, you know, special.”

Special. Severus wondered if anyone had ever called him that before,
but he thought he would remember if they had. The word spoke to some
basic need in the pit of his soul that he'd been deprived of as a
child. He didn't really believe the boy, but the honest way he'd said
'I won't call you handsome' endeared him to Charlie a bit. His
previous lovers just never made much mention of the fact he wasn't
much to look at, but Charlie didn't deny the basic facts. 'You're not
much to look at, but I still want you,' he'd said frankly. It made it
difficult not to trust the boy's words.

Charlie didn't dare break his blue eyes away from the deep onyx ones
staring back into them as if trying to read his very soul, but he
gave the bulge in Snape's pants a tentative, experimental squeeze.
“Sir?” he asked quietly.

Severus could hear his voice begging for permission. Begging. To suck
him off. Begging. It was unfathomable. He decided then to
just...go with it. He pushed his chair back in tightly under the
desk, forcing Charlie to wiggle back beneath the aged wood, and
swatted the hand away from his groin.

Charlie felt excessively discouraged until his professor pushed his
robes away from his slender hips and slowly slid open his fly. The
teenager's groin swelled with renewed vigor.

“Do
not think for a moment, Weasley, that this will effect my leniency on
your wretched grammar or half-arsed potions. You've the handwriting
of a nine-year old, by the way,” Snape griped, pushing down the
elastic waist of the boxer-briefs and letting his erection pop free.

“Wouldn't
dream of it, sir,” Charlie breathed shakily as he heard the man
pick the quill from his desk and dip it into the bottle of red ink
again.

Severus seriously doubted he'd be able to concentrate on grading
papers under the current circumstances, but given that it was part of
the supposed fantasy, he would make his best effort. He started to
scribble a scathing note about the side-effects of antiflamma as an
anti-nausea potion in the margin, but only got to the third word
before Charlie dragged his tongue along his professor's tip.

Severus glowered at the thick red line he'd just dashed straight
across the student's paper and internally cursed the sensitivity of
his body, grabbing his wand to suck the excess ink away, careful not
to remove the black ink beneath it.

Charlie wrapped his lips around the head of Snape's cock, and Severus
gave up trying to do any grading – he continued to hold the
quill, but it was just for show. His fingertips quivered as the boy
began to swallow more of his cock, and was relieved to find Charlie a
bit clumsier about it than his older brother had been. It kept him
from humiliating himself by releasing prematurely. He was good at
controlling his emotions, he reminded himself, and yet...when it came
to intimacy he so easily came undone. It was mortifying.

Charlie just prayed he was doing a good enough job to satisfy the
man. He'd only done it once before, and the boy on the receiving end
never needed to know he'd been imagining Snape at the time. The man
was his private obsession. There were times when he loathed him, just
like all Gryffindors, but even when he loathed him, he still wanted
him and that had never changed since the first stirrings of puberty
quivered in his loins.

He licked a long line from base to tip and shuddered at the soft
grunt that passed the older man's lips as he closed his lips about
the head again. He moaned around Snape's prick when the man's left
hand reached down and fingers laced into his short hair, encouraging
him to continue. He bobbed his head, sucking as hard as he could, and
palmed the man's balls. His own cock felt terribly neglected, but he
couldn't allow himself to be distracted by that now.

Severus bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut, glad that Charlie was
beneath the desk and couldn't see the expression on his face. The
tongue pressed against the pulsing vein beneath his cock, the
sucking, and his balls being squeezed like that...he knew he couldn't
hold on much longer. He let go of the blasted quill and groaned as
his balls tightened. There was no point to the pretense now. He
should just enjoy himself. That's what sex was supposed to be about,
but it was also about letting go – something that didn't come
easy for Severus Snape.

The stress, the exhaustion, the lips curled around his cock... it was
as if they all slammed into him at once. A tight knot in the pit of
his stomach exploded and he arched up into the boy's mouth with a
sharp cry and groaned as Charlie seemed to suck it all right out of
him, not just his orgasm, but all the stress and anguish that had
been building at the base of his spine... even the loneliness, for a
few short moments, was sated.

Charlie moaned as his professor came down his throat. He did his best
to swallow it all, but had to lick away some that had dribbled past
his lips and down his chin once he let the man's spent cock go.
Merlin, he was impossibly hard. He wondered if he could dare
hope that the man would take pity on him and reciprocate a little,
but didn't get to finish the thought as he was suddenly dragged
forcefully from beneath the desk.

He blinked owlishly as Snape's dark eyes roved over his figure.

'Stocky and strong, more freckles than his brother,' Severus
mused. It was the fact that Charlie was the outdoor type – the
sun made him freckle more. 'Still has a bit of baby fat on
him though, around the belly.' Severus
found himself fascinated by the differences more than the
similarities. He'd not ignored the younger brother, but the elder was
such a presence that Charlie had somehow ended up in his shadow
without anyone noticing. Charlie was a presence in his own right,
though not in the same ways – an existence that went beyond
'Bill's younger brother' and Severus knew he should have noticed it
more before now. Bill just had such a superstar aura, a charisma that
radiated from him and forced you to notice him. 'Sirius
Black, the second,' Severus
reminded himself flatly. The feeling he got from looking at Charlie
was much more boy-next-door. Charlie – with his farmer's tan,
the last hints of baby fat around his middle, his square hands and
his broad, muscular shoulders and the dirt that always seemed to be
caked under his nails – somehow seemed more enticing than Bill
had ever been. It was because he was so much more real,
Severus realized. Bill was too perfect.
He was more fantasy than reality, but Charlie...

He pulled the boy suddenly to him and kissed him deeply as he tucked
himself back into his pants. Temporarily. He was not done with this
handsome boy yet, not even close.

Charlie grabbed Professor Snape's biceps a little too roughly. He
just needed something to hold onto when he felt the man's tongue
grazing his lips, and parted them in willing invitation. Fillibuster
Fireworks shot off behind his closed eyelids as their tongues
tangled. He wondered if he was the only one who felt so swept away,
and he moaned loudly when his groin was cupped by one of his
professor's delicate hands.

“Come,”
Severus commanded when he stepped back, striding to the far wall and
murmuring to the gargoyle.

Charlie blinked after him as the world sifted back in. Huh? What?
He'd just been speaking, hadn't he?

“I
am not a patient man, Weasley,” Severus warned. “Do not
make me wait.”

Charlie snapped back at those words
and hurried to follow. 'Snape's quarters! Oh bloody hell!'
he thought excitedly as the man
grabbed his wrist and tugged him down the spiraling staircase.

They emerged into the room from behind the fireplace. The heat wafted
over Charlie's already eager figure and made him feel like he was
burning up. He didn't get to take in much of the living area. There
was an armchair near the fire, and bookshelves, but they passed in a
blur as Severus pulled him through a high archway and tossed him onto
a large, four poster bed, decorated in the customary Slytherin green
and silver. The bed curtains were tied to the dark cherry posts by a
silver tassel, the comforter solid green, with cream – colored
sheets. He was tossed against it but caught before he could fall to
more than a half-seated position on the edge of the bed and moaned as
the professor devoured his tongue again.

He gripped the man's slender hips
and dragged his fingers down over the man's thighs. Could this really
be happening? 'Morgana's twat! He's so different than he is
in class!' Charlie gasped when
his lips were released.

“You
got yourself into this, Weasley. Whatever happens now, you've no one
but yourself to blame. Are we understanding one another?” Snape
demanded, eyes hard. He expected the boy to come to his senses and
run madly from the room, but Charlie breathlessly coiled those dirty
fingernails through his greasy hair and pulled him into another kiss,
then trailed his lips along Snape's jaw that lit a path of flame down
Snape's spine before trailing back up to latch onto the man's
earlobe.

“I
want you, Professor Snape,” he whispered. “So much.
You've no idea what you do to me...” He cupped the older man's
bum and rocked their hips together.

Snape pulled his ear away and crushed their lips together again,
forcing Charlie back onto the bed. Charlie's hands fell back to catch
himself instinctively, and Snape pinned them there, lacing their
fingers together and straddling the boy's hips. They spent the next
quarter of an hour trying to swallow one another's tongues and
rocking their hips together, moaning as Severus began to bulge in his
trousers again. It was clumsy, but eager. Lips everywhere. Hands
everywhere.

Severus pinched Charlie's nipples, causing the teen to arch upward
into his slender frame and fumble over the buttons of his Professor's
robe that he was trying to unfasten. “Nngh. How the hell do you
get dressed in the morning?” Charlie rasped into another kiss.
“These buttons are impossible.”

Severus sat back and made quick work of them, tossing the thick robes
aside, but before he could lower himself over the surprisingly
delectable boy again, Charlie lifted his torso and pulled the tunic
over Snape's head, leaving them in the same state of undress.

He paused, dragging his calloused fingers over the older man's
ghost-pale torso. He was so sexy and yet, looked delicate as
porcelain.

Severus frowned. The immediacy of their lust was suddenly absent,
replaced by Charlie's curious exploration and gentle caress. He
wondered if the boy was horrified by a body he thought would be far
more appealing than it actually was.

The opposite was true. Charlie found his professor's slender frame
intoxicating. The urge to touch, to caress, was almost more than he
could bear. His tongue darted out between his lips.

Severus pulled the boy up into another kiss and secretly gloried in
the way those big hands felt pressing into his bare back as he cupped
the boy's face, tilting it up towards his own, and devoured his
tongue over and over again.

“Professor
Snape....” Charlie groaned between kisses. He could never have
imagined the man would be this interested in reciprocating his
affection and it was almost more than he could bear. He couldn't
decide whether he wanted to speed up or slow down, but there was one
thing he knew beyond the shadow of any doubt. “...pants,”
he rasped. “Please.”
That wasn't even a full sentence, was it?

Merlin, the way the boy begged!
Severus could honestly say he had no idea what he, himself, wanted
out of this anymore. He should think it through, but it just seemed
so much more important to keep kissing, touching. He tried to reclaim
some of his usual stoicism and grace, remind himself that this
shouldn't be happening at all. He'd never thought of this boy
sexually before, but now that the redhead was begging him to remove
his trousers, all he could wonder was why the
thought had never crossed his mind. The musky, earthy scent was
intoxicating and almost more than he could bear. He had to clear his
head, think about this, and it was imperative he do so quickly,
before things went too far out of control, but...

He pushed Charlie back against the mattress and unfastened the fly of
the boy's denims, pressing his hand inside to cup the erection
through the stretched cotton about his groin. It felt so familiar –
that cotton.

Charlie rasped and bucked up against the hand, fingers clawing at the
bedding. “I meant...aaahh.” He'd meant he wanted Snape
out of his pants, but... “oooohhh...”

“I
know what you meant, Charlie,” Severus answered lowly, not
realizing he'd used the boy's first name as he palmed the flesh,
leaning over him again, slightly more subdued, to trace the boy's
collarbone with his tongue. He shouldn't be doing this. Forget
inappropriate, it wasn't even legal!
He
was the boy's teacher, whether he was of the proper age of consent or
not. He reluctantly got up and pulled Charlie's jeans down, tossing
them aside before turning to take the boy in more fully. His eyes
widened marginally in surprise. Navy blue boxer-briefs with a gray
waistband. “You...!”

Charlie lifted his head to see what
the man was exclaiming about and then sat up with a sheepish laugh.
“Er, yeah, well, you
know, my dad, he's really into muggle stuff. Bill might have casually
mentioned that they might suit you.” Might have, indeed. What
Bill had actually said was 'Snape's arse would look incredible
in a pair of these.'

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck
awkwardly, wondering if he was about to be killed for his
presumption, but Snape, in spite of himself, was far too busy
thinking that Charlie's package looked delicious pressing out against
the dark cotton. 'What am I doing? He's a sixth year, one
of my students. This isn't right.' “Get
out, Weasley.”

He stepped back from the boy sharply
and turned away. Where the hell was his shirt? He couldn't do this.
He couldn't. Oh how he wanted to,
but it just wasn't right.

Charlie's heart dropped into his stomach. “But sir...”

“Get
out,
Weasley!” Severus bellowed. His new-found resolve wasn't going
to last long. The boy needed to leave. “Get OUT,
before I...”

Charlie could see the tension rising in the Potions Master's back. He
got up and pulled the man back against his broad chest, curled his
arms around his stomach, and rested his forehead against the back of
his shoulder. Snape was a ball of tension, waiting to explode.
Charlie had always been so interested in the thought of shagging him
that he never realized until this moment just how badly Severus Snape
needed something so simple as a hug. “Professor, please calm
down,” he whispered, kissing the back of the man's shoulder.
“I'm the one who chose to be here. Whatever happens now is my
own fault, isn't that what you said?”

“You'll
blame me for it anyway,” Snape answered flatly.

Charlie wasn't sure how he was supposed to convince the man
otherwise. He kissed the back of his shoulder softly, caressed his
pale stomach. “I won't,” he whispered.

It was maddening. The boy's erection
was pressed against his bum. His lips so soft, his hands so gentle.
'It's not right,' the
voice in Severus' head tried to remind him again, but its protests
were weakening.

“I
won't,” Charlie whispered again with another soft kiss to his
shoulder.

“Stop
it,” Severus rasped, pulling away. “You're too young.
You...”

“To
young to know that I want you, sir? I've known it for years.”
In spite of the change in mood he was still ridiculously horny. His
prick was so hard and heavy it felt as if it had been petrified. His
fingers twitched with the need to relieve some of the pressure, but
he somehow managed to resist the urge to grope himself.

Too young, but very confident. Too young, but knowing full well what
he wants, and who. Young and handsome and from the bulge in the front
of his shorts, well-endowed. Severus sighed, defeated. He wanted this
boy severely. He tilted Charlie's chin up to his own again and kissed
him more slowly this time. His other hand rested lightly on his hip.
This was insanity. Pure, undiluted madness. Severus knew it, and yet
he still allowed the boy to part his lips with his tongue and lean
his muscular body upward into him. He still stepped out of his pants
when Charlie tried to coax him back toward the bed. He didn't fight
it even though a voice in the back of his head still told him he
ought to. The part of him that wanted Charlie to continue lacing his
fingers through his hair told that very moral and very self-righteous
voice to shut the hell up and enjoy it as he lay down beside the
teenager and let his hand slide from his hip to his groin. He needed
a good shag, and if the boy was offering he was in no position to
turn it down.

Charlie gasped as Snape began to
gently palm his erection – long overdue for some attention and
therefore desperately sensitive. He arched into the touch and sucked
his bottom lip beneath his teeth. It was cute, Snape realized. He'd
never been in control like this before, and he wasn't quite sure what
to do with the new found freedom. He lowered his head and dragged his
tongue along the bit lip, which was released to allow his tongue
entry. The boy's hips gently rocked themselves against his hand –
Snape got the impression his current bed mate didn't even realize he
was doing it, but that only made it more alluring.

“Bloody
Gryffindor,” Snape muttered against his lips after another
extended period of snogging and groping, before straddling Charlie's
hips again and leaving a mark on the boy's collarbone that his robes
would only barely cover.

Charlie groaned, curling his fingers
in Snape's tousled hair again. “Nngh... Merlin, Professor...”
he groaned, sliding a hand down the older man's slender back to cup
his tight arse and bucking his hips up. More. Oh, he needed more. So
much more. “Please...”
he begged, but he didn't really know what exactly it was he was
begging for. He bucked his hips against the older man, but the only
thing he was certain of was that the gifted underpants were in the
way. He slid down the back of Snape's to expose his arse and cupped a
bare cheek in each hand.

Severus moaned and tried to remember
where he'd dropped his wand. 'Ooh...those hands. I could
easily fall in love with this boy's big hands...' They
massaged his rear so perfectly as he reached blindly around the
mattress. Where was that godforsaken wand!? He'd dropped it on the
bed when he first shoved Charlie against it, hadn't he? It would have
been stupid not to. He knew he would need it. He groaned and lifted
his head reluctantly to look for it.

“Professor
Snape?” Charlie asked breathlessly.

“Wand,”
Severus rasped briefly.

“Nngh.
Floor. It fell when we got up,” the boy answered.

The floor? All the way on the floor? That was completely unfair. He
was going to have to pull himself away from the boy's delightful
hands to get to it. He made a faint grumbling noise and lowered one
foot to the floor, then the other, kissing his way down Charlie's
body, paying some brief attention to a nipple, then his navel,
feeling the boy's cock press against his throat. Charlie's hands slid
up from his bare bottom to the back of his shoulders, reaching
whatever they could reach, and ended up laced in Snape's hair again
as the older man dropped to his knees and started licking his balls
through the trunks.

Merlin! The scent of the boy's sex
was intoxicating. Severus dragged his tongue down it as he lowered
himself, and swirled the muscle around and between Charlie's balls as
he felt around the floor for the wand so that he didn't have to stop
molesting the entirely too enticing redhead. 'There!
Fucking finally!' Severus
thought victoriously as his fingers found the familiar wood and
closed around it.

Charlie was moaning wantonly on the bed. Was the man trying to suck
his balls off? Oooh, it was so good, and yet, he still needed
something more. Something. He had no idea what. “Professor
Snape,” he nearly sobbed with his need. “Please!”

Until his fingers coiled around the wand, Severus had honestly had no
idea which end of this encounter he would land on. Part of him wanted
to tear off Charlie's underpants, flip him over, and ram into him
until the boy couldn't ride a broom for weeks. But the other
part...heh. The other part was reminding Severus that the shaft his
tongue had just run down was as thick as the rest of the body.

He pulled the front of the boy's
shorts down and unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of the
delectably large member that sprung forth from its nest of red curls.
He dragged his tongue flat up the underside and inhaled it to the
hilt. He should take his time, but confronted with the sight of it,
he just couldn't. He
had to devour it. Had to. And he had to do it now.

Charlie screamed and bucked as he was so unceremoniously swallowed.
He'd been about to apologize, but Severus didn't seem all to put off
by the sudden thrust. The older man pulled back, swirled his tongue
over the dripping tip and pressed his thumb into the point of the v.
He licked his lips. Charlie had nearly come just from that –
those striking dark eyes looking at him from past his tense cock, the
tongue darting out over those thin lips. His eyes began to tear.
“It's alright,” Severus purred sensually. “You can
thrust if you want. It doesn't bother me.”

“P-professor!”
Charlie cried out as his cock was inhaled again, unable to keep his
hips from arching off the mattress. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit
his knuckle to try to contain himself, but it was too late. He'd been
neglected too long and was far too excited. He came with a sharp cry
almost immediately.

Severus massaged the boy's jerking hips as he swallowed down the
release and then lifted himself to join Charlie on the bed.

Charlie was blushing. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I...”

“Shh,”
Severus answered, kissing the corner of Charlie's mouth. He wasn't
generally a tender man, but Charlie just looked so cute, all
embarrassed like this, he couldn't help himself. “I suppose I
should be flattered that you don't find me too out of practice.”

Charlie lifted a quivering hand and pulled the older man back into a
kiss. “I can...just...need a minute,” he mumbled
breathlessly.

“Your
grammar is still atrocious,” Severus quipped against the boy's
mouth between kisses. He dragged his fingers lightly over the curve
of his hip. He'd never had an experience quite like this before. He
was obviously the more experienced partner, and even with the elder
Weasley that had not seemed the case. The entire experience thus far
had been clumsy and awkward, full of stuttering, blushing, cussing,
and premature climax, but he felt a contentment he didn't know could
be part of intercourse until now. The blasted boy and all his
adorable little imperfections had charmed him. He continued to drag
his hand along Charlie's body, resting it on his belly.

“If
you call me chubby, I'm going to hit you,” Charlie warned,
pursing his lips. His brothers were always teasing him about it –
the twins were the worst. It wasn't but a little bit of flabbiness,
but they were trying to give him a complex, he was positive.

“I
like it,” Severus answered frankly. He was all skin and bones
at Charlie's age. He wasn't really all that much better off now that
he was grown. He liked the way the meaty area of Charlie's stomach
curled when he moved. Charlie was a big guy and Severus thought ought
to have a bit of meat on him. He leaned down and pressed a few kisses
to the boy's belly to prove his point and realized as his lips grazed
over Charlie's navel he'd somehow forgotten that they were supposed
to be shagging, not cuddling. He dipped his tongue into the button
and smirked at the way the flesh jumped.

“P-ah,
aaah! N-no fair,” Charlie stumbled. “That's cheating. I
wasn't ready.”

“Mn,
that's why we're laying about talking about your stomach, isn't it?”
Severus gibed. “I think it's time we did something about that.”
He swirled his tongue around the boy's navel again and wrapped his
slender fingers around his shaft. “Surely you've had enough
time to catch your breath by now.”

'Circe's cunt, he's amazing!' Charlie
thought, panting as the older man's lips and hand manipulated him so
easily. He moaned, feeling the heat already pooling in his groin
again.

Severus had never bothered pulling the back of his underpants back
up, and Charlie reached over to give the pale flesh a good grope
while the older man wrapped his lips around his quickly growing cock
and palmed his balls. “You really do have the most gorgeous
arse...” Charlie rasped.

Severus pulled back from licking the boy's erection long enough to
answer, “So I've been told. If you've time to comment on it,
you've time to do something to prepare it for taking this thick cock
of yours, don't you?”

“P-professor
you! Really?”

“Obviously,”
Severus answered. “Do you not know any stretching spells?”

Charlie blushed. Was it that obvious? “I, uh, well...” he
stuttered. Each word out of the older man's mouth both made him feel
like an idiot and enticed his groin to further attention. The thought
of his cock sliding into the older man's hole was almost too much to
bear. Now that it had been said, he wanted it badly, but the few
times he'd shagged before it had been the muggle way – with
fingers and lubricant. He should have gotten around to asking Bill to
tell him about some good ones, but that was a subject he felt too
awkward discussing even with his older brother, and the one time he
tried to learn one from a book, well, it was easy to get distracted
with a wand up your arsehole.

Severus shook his head and sat back up, picking up the wand. “Never
mind. I'll do it myself. Watch carefully so you will know the next
time someone asks you.” He lifted himself to his knees and
swung his body about to straddle the boy's face.

Charlie exhaled shakily as this brought Snape's cotton clad groin
directly over his face. He wanted to lick it, but he thought that
would be too presumptuous when he rather looked like an idiot at the
moment.

“Adjust
yourself so you can properly see my anus,” Severus instructed
in that stern voice he had. Charlie shuddered. “I...I can see
it, sir.” Merlin could he! His groin didn't need any further
coaxing to arousal – the view Snape was giving him could have
been cut out of a porno mag.

“You
can hear my voice clearly?”

“Yes
sir,” Charlie croaked, trying to focus properly. It really
wasn't easy under the circumstances.

Severus licked his lips to clear his dry throat and took his wand,
pressing the tip against his hole and moaning softly as he started to
slide it in. Charlie bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning as he
saw the wood slip slowly between his professor's cheeks until about
three inches of the wand was inside the older man's pucker. Severus
knew he didn't have to press it in so far, but it felt so good to be
penetrated after so much time without that he couldn't help himself.
He shivered a bit and took a moment to catch his breath before
pronouncing as clearly as he could manage, “Tersus Tendo”.
He said it huskily, and groaned, burying his face against Charlie's
thigh as the spell swirled through him, cleaning and stretching his
innards. “oooh....” It felt so good, and it had been so
long since he felt the effects of this spell that he'd forgotten how
intense it could be. It flooded him with lust. “Charlie...”
he groaned. “The wand...please...”

“T-take
it out, sir?” Charlie asked, nearly as overcome by his
professor's sudden reaction as the older man seemed to be.

“Nngh.
No. I need....aah...push it further
in.
I need...oooh...” His fingers quivered. Why didn't he use this
spell when he masturbated again? It felt so good... Oh, right,
because it always made him want to fuck himself with his wand, and in
spite of its shape and general appeal as such, a wand should be
treated with more respect than that. It wasn't a sex toy. Even so, it
felt so good
inside!
“Aaahn...”

Charlie shuddered. Merlin's beard! He'd thought Professor Snape was
sexy before, but now! A ripple of desire ran up his spine and left
him breathless as he willed his hand not to shake. He let out a
quivering breath as he slowly inched the wand in a bit more.

Snape moaned. The spell working through him, stretching and swirling,
and the wand pressing in with painful slowness. “For pity's
sake, Weasley, I'm not made of glass,” he rasped, collecting
himself enough to wrap his fingers around Charlie's cock and give it
a good yank that pulled an undignified yelp of arousal from the
seventeen year old. “No need to be so gentle. It's only a
wand.”

“I
– I'm sorry, sir,” Charlie stumbled a bit. “I just,
didn't really know how much you wanted and...”

Good grief, the boy was adorable. He opened his mouth to reply, but a
deep moan tore from it as the spell grazed over his prostate. It took
him a moment to collect himself. “All of it, obviously,”
he rasped. “You are a teenage boy, apparently full of just as
many...aaah...miscreant hormones as all...mmmn...teenage boys are
wont to have. Use your bloody imagination and enjoy yourself.
There's no room for nervousness and stuttering in sex.” Not
good sex, anyway.

“Right.
Imagination,” Charlie echoed, and the lust-tense words from the
older man managed to eradicate the last of his anxiety. His
imagination. He'd had innumerable fantasies about this man. None of
them lived up to the reality (not by a long shot), and that had left
him feeling a bit overwhelmed, but now that it had been brought to
his attention, sure. Absolutely. He'd definitely imagined Snape bent
over with a wand up his arse. Plenty of times. Moaning. Whimpering.
Cussing. He pushed the aged wood inside smoothly now, and bucked his
hips into Snape's hand when the older man moaned and bucked back
against it, leaving only enough for Charlie to grip sticking out at
the end. Charlie pulled the wood back carefully, then pressed it back
in.

Severus arched his back. So good! “Yess...Charlie...mmmnn!
Yes...aaah, just like that...” When was the bloody spell going
to finish preparing him so he could forsake the wand and sit on the
boy's thick cock? It had been a while, but surely he wasn't so
tight that the magic needed to continue tormenting him like this. His
entire body felt aflame as Charlie became more confident, thrusting
his wand in and out of his passage, but he managed to get some of his
senses back as he grew more accustomed to the magic pulling him open
from the inside. Sense enough, at least, to realize there was a big,
perfectly suckable cock right in front of his face. He opened his
mouth wide and swirled his tongue over the weeping head earnestly
before closing his mouth around it and beginning to swallow the
turgid length.

Charlie choked on his surprise and bucked up against Snape's face. In
so doing, he tilted the wand slightly. Severus released the boy's
cock with an ecstatic cry. “D-nngh...not there,” he
rasped, but his voice, it seemed to Charlie, was saying something
more like 'Merlin yes! There, right there!'

“Here,
professor?” Charlie asked, jabbing the wand into his prostate
again.

“Nngh—d-don't!
I...ohh....h-haah...I'll!”

It was hard to believe such an austere man as Professor Snape could
have a side of his personality that would be prone to begging and
writhing like this, but Charlie had no complaints. It made him want
to tease the man more, though. He continued to attend Severus with
the wand, reveling in every sharp cry of protest that he was going
too far while he could tell the older man was loving every moment of
it in spite of himself. At the same time, he lifted his head to
attend the older man's neglected groin through the navy blue
boxer-briefs. He dragged his tongue between the balls, just barely
contained beneath the elastic that had been pulled away from the
man's arse, and down more along the shaft. He lifted his free hand to
coil around and press against the moisture dripping heavily from the
tip. What had he been so worried about? It seemed stupid now. Just
tease, toy, prod and poke...just like masturbating (except about a
thousand times better).

“St-sto—don...fuck!”
Severus cussed. Did the boy not understand if he didn't stop teasing
him so exquisitely he was going to come? He didn't want to. Not
before... but his prostate was jabbed again, and the boy started
pressing into his tip with his thumb...and he was … “oooooh!”
...apparently trying to swallow his nuts. Severus failed to notice
the spell had stopped its preparation some time ago under the
onslaught of pleasure. “T-too ...st—aaah!” The
pleasure coiling in his stomach suddenly burst and he exploded
through the gifted underpants and all over Charlie's hand, head
falling against the boy's thigh again as quivers of pleasure raced
through his body.

Charlie moaned, his balls contracting, but miraculously keeping from
reaching orgasm just from the sound of the man above him reaching it.
Might have something to do with the tight, if not quite painful, grip
Professor Snape unwittingly had on the base of his cock, he figured,
because the way the man screamed and came in his hand was definitely
more than worth of a few (dozen) wet dreams.

“Blasted
boy,” Severus rasped. “I tried to warn you, didn't I?”
His breath came heavy against the inside of Charlie's thighs.

“Nngh.
S-sorry Professor. I just. You were just so... I couldn't help it.”

“Yes,
well, neither of us could, apparently.” Severus took a moment
to collect himself and sat up, groaning as he arched his back and
reached behind him to pull the wand slowly out of his body, tossing
it aside carelessly.

Charlie didn't think he'd ever be able to look at that wand the same
again. Snape walking up the isles of the Potions Classroom, tapping
it sharply against his palm...and Charlie meanwhile would know
intimately just where it had been. While he was at it, Charlie wasn't
sure he was ever going to be able to walk into, or past, the potions
classroom without getting a boner. And speaking of boners – his
pulsed insatiably between his legs as Snape grunted and sat back on
his knees until his thighs rested to either side of Charlie's head.

He pet the boy's short-cropped hair fondly. “Never mind,”
Severus exhaled softly. “I may not be seventeen anymore, but
I'm not so old that my hormones have started to suffer for it.”
He didn't really think he was particularly old at all, but to a
seventeen year old, thirty-one could seem one step short of the
grave. He slid back on the bedding a bit and took a moment to
languidly kiss Charlie upside down.

Charlie lifted a hand to lace through the older man's hair and opened
his mouth in invitation. It was an invitation Snape didn't hesitate
to take, dragging his tongue along the teeanger's lazily. Charlie's
arousal, while still very, very interested, lost some of its urgency
as they spent a few minutes exchanging surprisingly tender kisses.
That was a relief, really. He didn't want to make a fool of himself a
second time by coming as soon as he felt Snape's walls clamping down
around him.

But Severus didn't give him much relief. He lowered the boy's head
back against the mattress and straddled his hips, looking into those
hazy blue eyes as he positioned the boy's thickness and lowered
himself onto it with a long drag of a moan. Wonderful. Brilliant.
Absolutely perfect. It slid in easily – spreading him open wide
and penetrating deep. The sensation of being filled started to make
his own spent groin take notice, but for the moment he was still
unimpressive and limp in the shorts. Why hadn't he taken them off
before impaling himself? 'Right? I'm impatient.' Severus
reminded himself.

Charlie gripped the older man's slim hips with a strangled cry as the
tight suction slowly squeezed around him. “P-professor...oh...fuck.
Shite. Merlin...” he cussed randomly, trying to will his lungs
to work properly. “You feel so good...”

Severus smirked, leaning forward to claim Charlie's kiss-swollen lips
again. “The best is yet to come,” he whispered, dragging
his fingers over the boy's taut nipples and pinching them.

Charlie cried out and bucked upward, pulling a lazy moan from Severus
who sat back again, taking the member balls-to-arse, but didn't
release the nipples. Quite the opposite – he gave them a little
tug and twisted them, rocking his hips forward. 'Mmmn...he feels
so good, deep in my hole, pulsing...' His groin stirred further
with each subtle motion. The way Charlie cried out and wriggled
beneath him didn't hurt the state of his arousal either.

Charlie opened his mouth wide to try and get some air into his lungs
as his Professor toyed with him, grinding his hips, squeezing his
cock with the muscles of his rear end, grazing his fingers over his
torso. He shook his head, trying to get enough sense into his body to
respond in some way other than desperate wriggling, but it was hard
to compile a full sentence in his brain, let alone act on one. Then
Severus just had to go and smirk at him – an actual upward turn
to the man's thin lips. “You certainly have your cute side,
don't you,” Severus murmured, rocking his hips more
dramatically – lifting up off the member and then slamming
himself back down with a deep moan. His prick was fully hard in the
boxer-briefs now, once again pressing out against the oppressive
material. He grunted a bit in annoyance and hooked the waistband,
pulling it and letting his bare flesh spring free. The elastic
nestled beneath his balls. “Mmmn....” That felt much
better. He arched and rocked his hips long and hard again.

Charlie's brain, which had been mostly inactive anyway, shut off
completely. His body seemed to decide it had had enough of all that
pesky thinking and he sat up, crushing his lips against that evil
little smirk and plundering his professor's mouth with his tongue.

Severus offered no protests, wrapping his arms around the boy's broad
shoulders and rocking his hips more eagerly. Charlie wrapped one of
his thick hands around Snape's bare cock and jerked him roughly,
which only enticed the older man to slam their hips together with
more ferocity ans their tongues and teeth attacked whatever they
could get at – lips, jaw, throat...anything. They panted
against one another as Charlie felt the pressure in his groin swiftly
building towards a crescendo.

Severus roughly pulled the hand away from his cock and lustily sucked
the fingers into his mouth, dragging his tongue all over them. He
knew the boy was about to come. He wanted it badly. He wanted to feel
the hot fluid coursing into his body, but he also wanted to hold out,
to somehow manage to refrain from tipping over himself.

It was no easy task. As Charlie, overcome by having his cock slammed
into the tight channel fervently, and his fingers being sucked
suggestively, loudly cried out, “Professor!!!” and
spilled a heavy flow of seed into the older man's hole, Severus
gripped himself tightly to hold his own orgasm back. No. Not yet. Not
yet. If he came now, this amazing night would be over, and he wasn't
ready for it to be over. More than wanting to reach completion
together with this adorable, handsome, sexy young man, he wanted the
night to last as long as he could stretch it out. It was an impulse
he simply couldn't hold back.

Charlie was too overcome by his release to realize the older man had
stopped his own, and as he came down from the high he felt the man's
turgid length pressing into his belly as Severus laid gentle kisses
all over his face.

Charlie blushed. Seriously? He'd been early again? Well, what did he
expect, he'd been ready to spill when the older man was only just
getting hard. “Professor, I...” Should he wank the man
off? Suck him?

Severus put a finger to his lips and smirked that little smirk again,
pulling off of the boy's spent member and relishing the feeling of
the boy's heavy load dribbling out of his hole and down his thighs.
He knew the fact he liked that sensation so much made him a complete
pervert, but at the moment he really didn't care. He pulled the boy
down to lay beside him on the bedding and kissed him softly on the
mouth, pet his hair. He opened his mouth to allow the boy's tongue
entry again, and again lost himself to the subtle pleasure of just
kissing for a while.

Charlie reached between them for the turgid length, but Severus
swatted the hand away, kissing the boy again before dragging his
fingers over those soft lips. “What do you think, Charlie?”
he said, barely above a whisper. “If I give you some time to
recover, can you handle another round?”

Charlie practically felt his prick responding just from the words.
Another round? Seriously? Another? They were already a sweaty, sexed
up mess, but oh, another round sounded excellent. “That
sounds brilliant,” he answered, purring as his professor cupped
his bum and gave it a squeeze.

“Good
boy,” Severus murmured into another kiss. “Perhaps, then,
you'll allow me a taste of this?” he asked softly, dragging a
finger along the cleft of the boy's arse.

Charlie shuddered in his arms. 'Hell yes!' his mind screeched
at him as he nodded dumbly. “You can taste whatever you want,
sir,” he answered, already a little breathless at the idea.

“Mn.
I thought you'd say so,” Severus teased, nibbling his earlobe.
“And how many boys have you let taste it thus far, hm?”

“Nngh...”
Charlie groaned. How could he be expected to answer when the man was
kissing him and dragging his fingertip around his anus so sensually
like that? “N-none sir,” he rasped. “My cock, a
few, but...aah...you'll be the first for my arse.”

He remembered the boy's brother claiming something similar.
“And...have you ever...?” Severus inquired.

Charlie blushed. “I...er...my fingers, sometimes,” he
stumbled, cheeks flushing brightly.

“And?”
Severus asked. He could sense an and.

“mywand,”
Charlie answered quickly. It all came out as one word and his entire
face turned red. In spite of what he'd just done to the older man
with a wand, it was still embarrassing to admit he'd done it to
himself.

Severus quirked a brow at him. “Have you, now?”

“I,
er...because, well, I mean, the spells. I thought I should try, you
know, practice but...once it was inside it just felt so good I...kind
of forgot why I put it there in the first place.”

Severus smirked and kissed one flushed cheek, then the other. “It
does feel quite good,” he agreed. “Normally, I would tell
you that is not how one ought to treat their wand. However, at the
moment...” He fumbled around the bedding until he found the
wand he'd cast aside. He dragged the tip down the center of Charlie's
chest. “...I see no reason for you not to get in a little much
needed practice.”

“S-sir!”

“Severus,”
Snape said firmly. “It's a bit belated to mention this,
Weasley, but I'm not the type of pervert that gets off on being
reminded that I'm shagging a boy nearly half my age, let alone one of
my students.”

“Charlie,”
Charlie answered. “I'm
not the kind of pervert who gets off on shagging guys who're calling
me the same thing they probably called my brother when they were
shagging him.”

It was Snape's turn to color a bit. So, he knew about that, huh?
“...Charlie, then.”

“Severus,”
Charlie answered, curling into the man for another round of intense
snogging.

Severus tugged Charlie's boxer-briefs off the rest of the way and
tossed them to some unimportant corner of the room. Then he pulled
the boy's leg over his hip to open him up more, hands sliding over
his bum as they kissed for a bit longer before pressing the wand into
Charlie's hand. “Tersus Tendo,” he pronounced clearly.
“This spell is intended to both stretch and clean, and is
therefore one of the better ones to know if you and your partner want
to fully enjoy yourselves. It is also rather pleasurable in its own
right. Say it once before you try to cast it.”

“Tersus
Tendo,” Charlie pronounced slowly. He was rewarded with a soft
kiss. “Good boy. Don't worry, you would have to exert a
concerted effort to hurt yourself with it.” He added another
soft kiss to quell the nervous energy in Charlie's eyes and bit his
lip, watching past the boy's broad shoulder as Charlie took a deep
breath, arched, and started to slide the magical implement into his
bum.

“Aah,”
Charlie gasped. It was only in an inch or so, but his eyes watered
from the pleasure. “Pr- S-severus...”

“Tersus
Tendo,” Severus whispered clearly into his ear before taking
the lobe between his teeth.

Charlie whimpered and shuddered. “H-how do you expect me to say
it without stuttering when your lips are ...aah...”

“Mmmn,”
Severus answered, letting it go and moving onto the Weasley's throat.
“Trial by fire,” he murmured, sliding his hand along the
young man's extended thigh.

Charlie took a few deep breaths. His groin was half-hard already, and
even without a spell he knew it wouldn't be long before he was
begging the man to take him. He swallowed. “T -” He
stopped, took another deep breath, and shuddered. “Tersus
Tendo!” he yelped as Severus pinched his nipple and gave it a
little twist, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine.
“Basta---aaah!” Suddenly there was something inside of
him, like fingers made of warm water scrubbing at his insides and
gently coaxing his muscles to relax. They were small at first, but
gradually seemed to become bigger and more insistent. “Oh
Merlin's arse!” he gasped. No wonder Severus had gotten so
riled! That felt amazing! He panted, burying his face against
Snape's shoulder and gripping the man's shoulders a bit too roughly.

Severus was sure he was going to bruise from that grip, but with
Charlie crying out and curling against him like this, he couldn't
bring himself to care less about a little pain. He shifted his
weight, moaning in satisfaction when he felt the teen's – now
fully erect cock press against his own, and reached around for the
wand Charlie had left hanging just barely within his arse. He nibbled
the boy's ear again and started to press the wand slowly inside.

Charlie opened his mouth wide, but couldn't seem to produce a sound
that could mimic his ecstasy and so didn't make any noise at all as
he shuddered hungrily against the older man.

Severus saw no reason not to get a little revenge, and rewarded
Charlie with treatment akin to what he received. So slow, too slow,
and only when Charlie begged (Please! he said, but he didn't
know what he was begging for. He could only hope Snape knew.) did he
begin to thrust the wand deeper and more rhythmically.

Charlie responded the only way he knew how: he whimpered and bucked
against the wood invading his entrance. He shuddered and begged as
both the wand and the spell – which felt at least enough
to constitute a full hand within him by now – worked him
relentlessly. Having his prick pressed against his professor's didn't
help his situation any, nor did the way the man was nibbling on his
collarbone. Just when he thought he would explode again, the spell
tapered off. He let out a shaky breath, but the abatement of the
spell didn't mean the abatement of the wand, which Severus just
jabbed straight into his prostate. Charlie cried out. “No!”
he rasped even as his hips pressed further into the incredible
sensation.

“No?”
Severus asked with a smirk, pulling the wand back and pressing it
against that spot again. “Are you certain?”

“Yes!”
Charlie sobbed, bucking back against the invasion wantonly again.

“Yes
you're certain? Or 'Yes, do that again, please?” Severus
teased, moving the wand off the gland, and then pressing it down
again.

“Yes!”
Charlie gasped. How did the man expect him to form full sentences?
“Y-yes...aaah...” It was stabbed again, causing ripples
of pleasure to course through Charlie from tip to toe. “Fuck,
S-saaahh...nngh...st-stop...” he rasped as Severus enjoyed
prodding him playfully and watching his ecstatic reactions.
“St-stop...” Charlie begged.
“Or...or...aahh...c-co-ooomee. I'll...I'll...ooooh!”

Severus abruptly removed the wand and dropped it on the mattress,
leaving Charlie gasping, eyes tearing, and mourning from the lack of
the very thing he'd just been begging Severus to remove.

Severus licked the shell of his ear. “I don't care how many
times you come,” he murmured. “You're not getting out of
this bed until I've had my fill of you.”

Charlie moaned helplessly in reply as the older man gently slid away
and rolled him onto his stomach. He turned his head, whimpering in
protest at the lack of contact, but then realized Severus had only
gotten out of the bed to remove his own boxer-briefs the rest of the
way and toss them aside. Charlie found himself enamored with the way,
as the man bent, stepping out of the underpants, evidence of their
earlier encounter trickled out of the man's anus and down his thighs.
He licked his lips unconsciously. Being in the man's arse had been
wonderful. He'd never come so much as he did with the Potions Master
riding him to completion, and Severus' still cum-slick entrance
served as proof.

“Good
riddance,” Severus muttered, glaring at the boxer-briefs before
climbing back on the bed to continue molesting the red-haired
Gryffindor laying arse-up against the mattress.

The interlude was a relief, Charlie thought, not because his hole
wasn't begging to be penetrated again, but because it gave him a
moment to re-collect some of his sanity. “Didn't like my gift,
then, sir?” Charlie asked.

Severus grunted. “Boxers ride up. Briefs are too tight, and all
the rest of it is really just one or the other in disguise,” he
griped, stretching out beside the boy and running his hand over a
smooth arse cheek. “I think I'm just going to forsake the
nonsense altogether.”

Charlie laughed. “So, what, no underwear for you? Ever again?”

“It
certainly sounds much more comfortable, doesn't it?” Severus
quipped, tilting his head to lay a kiss on the corner of the boy's
mouth as two fingers plunged unexpectedly into his hole.

Charlie moaned at the penetration and turned his face to swallow
Snape's tongue again. “Mmnnn...” he answered languidly
after a few minutes of kissing and rolling his hips backward against
the lazily thrusting digits. “Sounds like my grades in potions
are going to drop,” he answered, “if I'm going to spend
the entire time thinking about how you're going commando.”

Severus moved to hover over Charlie's body and began to kiss across
his shoulders and down his spine as he fingered his hole
unnecessarily. The boy was well-stretched from the spell, but he
didn't know if this was the only chance he would have to accost his
nubile body and if it was, he wanted to make sure he got the full
Charlie experience. “That would be a pity. I'd have to do
something particularly cruel to you if I knew that was the
reason for your distraction. Scrubbing cauldrons – without
magic – naked on the dungeon floor, perhaps. I, at least, would
have an uncommonly nice view while my time was being wasted.”

Charlie shuddered at the mental image of that, though he knew it was
much more pleasant for him in fantasy than it would be in reality. He
opened his mouth to reply, but cried out sharply when Severus' tongue
descended over his anus, a hand groping either cheek and holding them
open wide as he lapped at the eager pucker. “Fu—aaahh....”
Charlie groaned as the tongue slipped into his body, prodding, and
then outright licking his inner walls, thrusting and jabbing and
swirling and... “Oooohhh! P-please Severus!” he
pleaded. On the one hand, the tongue was nothing short of amazing. On
the other... “Mng—aaah!!!” ...he wanted the man's
cock ramming him into the headboard and he wanted it now. He
could feel another orgasm brewing in the pit of his stomach, but it
lingered there, making his entire body shake, but not willing itself
out yet.

Severus moaned into Charlie's arse. The sounds the boy was
making! And the way he begged! In the end he didn't tease him as long
as he'd wanted to. He'd thought to use his tongue to torment Charlie
to another blushing orgasm, but he couldn't bear the pressure of lust
in his own stomach any longer – he had to impale the
boy.

When Severus pulled back and righted himself, Charlie gripped the
headboard and pulled himself up to his knees, arching his back hard
and panting as he looked over his shoulder in pleading invitation.

Severus didn't need to be asked twice. He gripped the boy's hips and
shoved himself in straight to the hilt in one long stroke, tearing a
loud cry from both men.

“Shite!”
Charlie cussed. “That feels bloody amazing!” Thank Merlin
for perverted preparation spells and not being born a muggle. He had
heard horror stories about the first time being painful, but he
hadn't felt any pain at all. Quite the opposite – his body was
humming with pleasure. Whether or not he was going to be able to sit
(or for that matter, walk) tomorrow wasn't relevant as Severus
gripped his hips and started pounding him forcefully.

Charlie moaned, face pressed into the wood of the headboard. He could
feel the decorative serpents digging into his forearms and knew there
were going to be Slytherin snakes etched into them by the time this
was over, but he didn't care. He rather liked the idea of Snape
leaving his mark on him, even if it was one that would fade after an
hour or so. All he could do now was hang on for dear life as his arse
was repeatedly pounded, his hips jerked forward, surprisingly strong
hands digging into his hips enough to bruise.

Severus moaned behind him, eyes lidding as he pounded the boy's tight
passage, crying out in counterpoint to Charlie's moans. The boy's
arse was clamped about him so tightly, and with each forceful thrust
more of the boy's seed dribbled out of his own freshly fucked hole to
trickle down his thighs. Both ends felt incredible. His skin
glistened with a thin sheen of sweat from their exertions.

He pulled Charlie back from the headboard to sit in his lap and
tilted the boy's face up to his own to devour his tongue as he thrust
in again at the new angle.

Charlie released a strangled cry into the kiss as Snape's cock ground
hard into his prostate. Again. And Again. And again. His body
quivered as their tongues danced clumsily together and their hips
rocked fervently. Between their lusty pants and moans he could hear
the older man's balls slapping against his arse.

Severus wrapped his fingers around Charlie's prick and started
milking it roughly in time with his thrusts. Charlie shuddered as the
cock slammed into his prostate twice more and, clamping down hard on
the invading member, came hard, spewing his release all over the bed
and his lover's hand as he cried “Severus!”

Severus was dragged right along with him. His prick disappeared one
last time into the tight heat of Charlie's arse and he unwittingly
screamed the boy's name as Charlie's hole milked his orgasm of every
last drop.

Once their bodies stopped convulsing, both men fell akimbo to the
mattress, careless of the mess they'd made and unable to move for
quite a while. Severus was aware of the wand digging into his spine,
but couldn't make himself move off of it, or even scourgify the
bedding, which badly needed it after their exertions.

“You...that...”
Charlie tried to get his brain back from cloud nine long enough to
form a full sentence, but it was an utter failure of grammar yet
again. He could speak in full sentences, damn it! He did it all the
time!

“Shh,”
Severus purred, groaning as he rolled onto his side and off the
blasted wand, which he shoved under a pillow for now where it would
be less uncomfortable when he inevitably rolled onto it again. “I
know.”

Charlie's bulky body took a bit more coaxing to move, but once he
managed to roll onto his side he had no qualms about curling up
against the older man, wrapping his limbs about him and kissing him
lazily in hopes that his tongue was at least less clumsy while
kissing than it was while speaking.

'Another puppy, huh?' Severus
thought at the way Charlie eagerly snuggled up to him. Well, cuddling
wasn't so bad, he supposed. He let his arm drape around the younger
man's shoulders and enjoyed the sated, lazy kisses for the next half
hour before either man tried to speak again.

Charlie opened his mouth to speak between kisses, and let it drop in
favor of devouring Snape's tongue on a number of occasions. Even if
there was something sappy and romantic he could say to the man,
Severus Snape wasn't likely to accept it, so what he said in the end
was, “are you really giving up on underwear?”

“Mmn,”
Snape answered – a drowsy affirmation.

“Then,
rather than punishing me for bad performance in class, maybe some
positive reinforcement will keep my grades up?”

Severus quirked a brow. “You expect a reward for doing what
you're supposed to be doing in the first place?”

“Hear
me out. I think you'll like it,” Charlie answered. “A
night like this when I manage 'Exceeds Expectations' or higher, which
you damn well know is better than my grades have been in your class
in years.”

“For
a night like this, Weasley,” Snape drawled with a smirk.
“You'll need an Outstanding.”

“But,
I'm not sure that's even possible for me,” Charlie huffed.

“Hmn.
Then you'll have to be diligent,” Severus answered, starting to
drift off towards slumber as they lay tangled together, still
exchanging soft kisses as they conversed. “Although, I suppose
I
could give you something
for
an Exceeds Expectations, considering you've barely managed to keep
your average Acceptable all year.” He considered a moment. “A
blow job,” he determined. “For Exceeds Expectations, a
blow job. But don't misunderstand. I won't do it out of the goodness
of my heart. I will
expect
repayment in kind. If you want intercourse, however, I will accept
nothing but the best.” Severus hoped he wouldn't regret those
words, because if Charlie couldn't manage an Outstanding, Severus was
still going to spend the bulk of his free time wanking himself to
sleep.

Charlie devoured the man's mouth until neither of them could keep
their eyes open a moment longer.

When morning came, Severus managed to pull himself out of bed to
teach on willpower alone.

As for Charlie, that afternoon he played the worst Quidditch game of
his Hogwarts Career. When his fellow Gryffindors asked, he said it
was thanks to playing too rough with a hipogriff in the Forbidden
Forest that he couldn't seem to fly his broom in a straight line.
After all, he couldn't very well tell them that he'd applied too much
numbing tincture to his sex-sore arsehole, now could he?

Current
Day

Harry snickered as Severus massaged his groin. He moaned too. He
didn't know which he wanted to do more, really. The story of how
Severus Snape had ended up with a pair of boxer-briefs was too funny,
but not funny enough to make Harry want his lover's magic fingers to
stop stroking him enticingly.

“So,
did Charlie manage any Outstandings after that?” Harry giggled,
squirming and tossing his t-shirt aside to join his boxers hanging
over the edge of one of the still packed boxes they predictably
forgot about in favor of molesting one another. He moaned softly as
Severus let go of his nipple with a soft pop.

“He
managed to keep himself at the top of the class for the next two
years,” Snape answered factually.

“So,
you shagged a lot, then,” Harry observed.

“Every
Saturday night after Quidditch practice,” Severus replied. “And
whenever we were able to steal a little extra time alone. I believe I
gave him detentions for minor infractions that I would have otherwise
let slide.”

“Oh?
Like?” Harry asked, rolling his lover onto his back and working
through the complex knots of his robes with expert ease.

“...I
may have, on a rare occasion, invented a story about a stray animal
he'd hidden in my ingredient closet, or...perhaps identified a
scratch on my hand received in the throes of passion as something
done by one of his many pets.”

Harry sat back, laughing his arse off at this. “I guess I got
off easy, then,” he joked as he helped his lover shrug out of
his robes and kissed him deeply on the mouth. “You never had to
make up a reason to give me detention.”

“No,”
Severus answered flatly. “You got yourself into enough trouble
to deserve every last one.”

Harry shuddered at the memory of one time in particular when Snape
had made him scrub cauldrons naked. Three hours. Twenty-six grimy
cauldrons. And oh the shag they'd had afterward! A serious
aching in his knees had been a small price to pay.

“Well,
I might
have purposely tried to piss you off a few times...” Harry
admitted with a sly grin as he tossed aside Severus' tunic and
started to work open the man's trousers, licking his lips when the
heavy erection sprung out of his fly without any kind of underclothes
in the way. He moaned, giving it a good, strong jerk and pulling a
soft moan from his love's thin lips. “So you and Charlie were,
like, an actual couple, then?”

Severus considered this a moment as his lover lowered himself to
begin sucking his hard cock. “Hm...mmmm...? I wonder if you
could call it that,” he answered pensively. “After all,
we both knew whatever there was between us, it would only last as
long as he was in school. Still, I suppose, to a fashion, you could
say that we were lovers, at least.”

Harry lifted his head from the organ he was attending. “So
after he graduated you didn't..?”

“No.
We spent a weekend together once he'd passed his NEWTs, but that was
the last I saw of him. Are you jealous?” It had been a
wonderful weekend – the entirety of it spent naked in a hotel
room covered in cum, but while it was a pleasant memory, it was only
a memory. All he thought of it now was that it would be rather
entertaining to spend a similar weekend with Harry – once all
these damned boxes were cleared away. He toyed with his lover's
perpetually mussed hair as Harry pleasured him.

“A
bit,” Harry admitted frankly, ending his oral molestation and
straddling his love's hips, resting his hands on Snape's shoulders
and taking the thick cock inside his greedy arse with an exaggerated
moan. “Your shags are just sexy asides, but an actual
relationship.
Hm... I dunno if I approve of that...”

Severus smirked at the lascivious boy and rolled them over. “Perhaps
a demonstration of just how much I adore you will ease your mind?”
he asked, grinding his hips roughly into Harry's bottom.

Harry arched into the touch. He smirked up at the older man. “Now,
there's an idea.” Ever since Snape's health had returned, they
hadn't been able to keep their hands off one another. Their unpacking
had quickly been forgotten in favor of the four-poster bed in the
middle of the room. Again.

Severus lowered himself to claim his love's lips. The past was best
left in the past. His present, and the future that he once thought he
might not live to see, belonged unequivocally with Harry.

...and if that meant he was going to live with his lover's unpacked
boxes scattered across Spinner's End for the foreseeable future,
well...that was a small price to pay, all things considered.

~The End~

A/N: Well, that's it for this series, but I've got some other, longer
stories in the works. Stories that are plot with smut instead of smut
with plot. So at the very least I can say I will be writing in the
near future another Snarry and after that I have a Sirius x Severus
planned. So those are definitely on the way, but they aren't
oneshots, so they'll take me a bit longer to write. I don't upload
until I've completely finished a fic, because without fail I find
towards the end there's something very central at the beginning I
want/need to change, so...it'll probably be a bit before I post
anything new. I'm working on it though.

Want to be notified via email when I update/add a fic? email
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