Okay, so I know its kind of been a while since I posted anything, sorry. I have to inform you, its going to be a while before I update again unless its little one shots or other stuff I have that is almost finished. My exams start tomorrow morning and finish on the 28th of June obviously I don't have 1 every day but its unlikely that I'm going to have any free time during my exam season. I will keep writing if I can, hopefully I'll have written enough to do a crazy mass upload around the 1st of July. You might get a second chapter of this soon as I'm in the process of typing it up now, also I don't really know where I'm going with this, I just fancied doing a rare-pair, thus Hot Summer Nights was born... Sorry again.
Really? I thought. Of all the things to happen when I come to visit Dad. I end up trapped in some kind of room/cage with my former proffessor who just so happens to be a werewolf.
"James, what the bloody hell are you doing in here?" He snapped.
"I've got no idea, sir, I came to see my Dad and I fell through a wall on my way to his office, somehow ending up here."
"You do know that tonight is a full moon."
"I'm aware of that."
He groaned.
"Sir, when I'm dead. Seriously none of this half arsed turning me into a werewolf shit, if you bite me have the decency to finish off the job. Tell my Dad that I love him."
"You want me to tell Daddy that you love him, not concerned about trying to escape, as long as I tell Daddy that you love him. Your priorties are fucked." He told me harshly.
"That as may be, but if you change me I'll kill you."
"You do realize that there are ways that you can not end up dead, without you becoming a werewolf."
"No way. No way are you biting me; I'd be all attatched to you."
"Yeah, now I know you're definately his son. You're just as bloody stubborn."
"What?"
"You would rather be dead."
"I didn't say that."
"You may as well have."
"Fine. Bite me then." I snapped, lifting my chin up to expose my neck.
"You sure about this Potter?" He asked, his hot breath teasing on my neck.
I felt every drop of blood migrate southwards. I hated that he could do this to me, he'd had this effect ever since he became my proffessor in 4th year, over 5 years ago now. I was fully aware that with his heightened werewolf senses my erection would be obvious by now, but I was being turned on far too much to care.
"You know James, you should probably be more careful who you offer that pretty little neck to." He said as he backed off.
"What?" I asked him, confused.
"Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
"Depends on the wolf."
"Moron. You still haven't asked how I get out of here. You just litterally offered yourself to me, you do know what baring your neck symbolises to a werewolf?"
"Of course I do. Did it never occur to you that perhaps I don't want to get out?"
"What?" He gasped.
"Oh come on sir, you taught me for three years, it was blindingly obvious to everyone. And my god I got some stick for it."
"Your little crush?"
"Believe me sir, far more than a crush, and anything but little."
"I see."
I took a deep breath and raised my chin, baring my throat to him once more.
"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" His breath ghosted across my neck and I felt something drop onto my chest.
I looked down to find a single red rose laying there. "Will he offer me his mouth?
"Yes." He pressed a kiss at the base of my throat.
"Will he offer me his teeth?"
"Yes." Another kiss.
"Will he offer me his jaws?"
"Yes." A third more pressing kiss.
"Will he offer me his hunger?"
"Yes."
"Again, will he offer me his hunger?"
"Yes." He became more desperate, nibbling and sucking at flesh.
"And will he starve without me?"
"Yes." He growled.
"And does he love me?" I asked softly.
"Yes." He murmured then licked my throat.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
"Yes." I hissed as I felt his teeth clamp down.
I tried to keep still, but despite my best efforts was writhing underneath him. He licked the wound and pulled his head back.
I looked up. Our eyes met. I saw my emotions mirrored in his eyes. I turned away and placed the rose by my head on the pillow. I turned back to him; his lips came crashing down on mine, hands feverently tearing at clothes. Within a minute we were both laid, stark naked, panting in a heap. He straddled me, kissing my neck, biting the flesh, slowly moving southwards. He reached my lower abdomen, kissed around my belly button. He looked up, the question evident in his eyes.
"Please." I begged as I knotted the fingers of one hand in his hair.
He licked around the base of my cock, slowly moving upwards swirling his tongue around until he reached the head. He closed his mouth around me and started to swallow. He sucked, licked and nibbled at my cock, bringing me closer to ecstacy with every movement.
He brushed a finger against my hole.
"Oh god, please, sir. Pleaase." I moaned.
He whispered something then pressed the finger inside. He waited for my hissed "move" before he did so. His fingers were long, and he seemingly knew exactly how to use them. He soon added a second finger, then a third.
"Ready. Want, you. Now." I panted out, through my moans of something between pleasure and pain.
He rolled me over and lined himself up; pushing himself inside with one thrust. I cried out and threw my head back.
"Shhhh, it's okay. It's okay baby. God you're so fucking tight" He pressed kisses to the back of my neck as he withdrew slowly. I could feel him breathing heavily on my neck.
"Proffessor." I whined as he pulled away..
"I haven't been your proffessor in two years James." He panted. "And I feel like a peadophile when you call me proffessor and all I'm thinking about is fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
I moaned again, at the complete loss of contact. I drove my hips back as he thrust forward.
"DRACO!" I screamed as he hit that sweet spot.
He hit it with every thrust after that. It didn't take long for me to come, which I did screaming his name.
He was soon to follow as my already tight muscles clenched tighter around him and he lost all control.
"James." He moaned as he filled me with his seed.
He pulled out slowly and curled around me protectively. I knew that it must be almost sunset, that he would transform soon. He let out a near deafening howl. I spun around to see him shuddering through his transformation. He snarled at me his yellow eyes gleaming.
Within seconds he had me pinned down on the floor. I bared my throat to reveal the mark he had left earlier. He bent down, sniffed the mark, then licked it before moving and biting down again. It hurt less than the first but I still winced.
He then licked at my neck and chest, his slightly longer than human tounge was particularly skillful and he was eliciting all kinds of noise from me. I couldn't help my self, that's all I know, I couldn't get enough.