Lascivus Wanton

Chapter 1

The tall man strode between the desks, inspecting the contents of the cauldrons, his dark hair hanging over his face.

"So," he sneered, stopping before Harry's congealed mess, "once again the famous Harry Potter fails to brew a simple potion when the instructions are on the board for all to read."

The bright green eyes clouded over with anger and hate and the man felt his answering arousal; Lily's eyes, how many times had she looked at him with those eyes, that anger? He vanished the potion and promised Harry a fail if he couldn't finish the potion properly before the end of class, before striding back to his desk to hide his growing erection.

Sitting safe behind his desk he let his eyes follow Harry as the boy collected ingredients from the cabinet. Lily, he remembered the green eyed vixen standing up for him before that arrogant bastard James. God she'd been sexy that day, her green eyes flashing in anger as she told James off. That was the only thing that fascinated him about Harry, Snape told himself again, he reminded him of her. Not James.

Glancing up at the clock Snape realised the class was almost over and forced himself to relax, feeling his hardness subside as he turned his mind back to the class and their potions.

"Well Mr Potter, it appears you do not wish to pass my class. 10 points from Gryffindor for your shoddy potions work and detention, 8 o'clock tonight. Do not be late unless you wish it to be every night this week." Again Snape felt the twinge of arousal as the green eyes flashed at him. As the class filed out he followed them, turning left as they turned right and heading for his office.

He had no more classes for the day so he sat at his desk in his office and thought about a suitable punishment for the Potter boy. "Perhaps I can make him copy out the method for that potion until midnight…" he murmured aloud as his eyes roved around the stone walls lined with jars. Finally his eyes settled on a small vial. A pale pink potion glittered inside. No! No, it is illegal, and wrong. He will talk. You could lose your job. Worse, you could go to Azkaban for that! Again his mind turned to possible punishments, legal punishments. "He could polish the candle brackets along the wall," they were tarnished and the wax had dripped over the holders and down onto the stone. He realised his eyes had once again settled on the pink potion. Lascivus Wanton, Lust. "Perhaps I could make him write "Being famous does not make me a hero" about 1000 times…" Snape felt the sneer twist his face as he thought of Harry Potter, sitting across the desk, forced to write that he was not a hero, he would be angry, very angry… again Snape was staring at the potion. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he couldn't do it, he knew that… but god how good would it be to see those green eyes filled with hate turn on him in lust. Potter, forced to want him, no; need him, a man he hated; to fuck him, hard, and be fucked by him, and enjoy it, even as he hated himself for it. That would be the ultimate punishment; it would take him down a notch or two. And maybe he wouldn't tell anyone… maybe he would be too embarrassed at his own actions- his own enjoyment of it- to ever mention it to anyone. Of course he couldn't do it, but he felt his hardness at the thought, felt his breathing grow ragged as his hand slipped off the desk, seemingly of his own accord, to rest on his throbbing cock.

He remembered when Harry had first come to Hogwarts. The mix of Lily and James in his features had fascinated Snape, and as the boy grew into a young man that fascination had grown into a weird attraction that fed on the boy's hatred of him. James always hated me too; the thought jumped unbidden into his mind. James had never missed an opportunity to humiliate the young Snape. He remembered the young mans face, so like Harry's except for the dark eyes, remembered his powerful shoulders that had knocked into him so many times in the hallways, his narrow hips and small buttocks, his long hands and the way they held his wand… Lily, it was Lily he loved, her green eyes and small frame, he found he couldn't remember her face as clearly ass he used to, the features kept turning into Harry in his mind, confusing him, causing his eyes to return again and again to the potion…

Harry walked quickly down to the dungeons, not wanting to be late and earn himself a week of detentions. As he reached the door he knocked and entered on Snapes invitation. The room was shadowy and dark after the brightly lit hallway, and Snape sat behind his desk, looking up at Harry with a, intensity which made Harry wonder what terrible punishment the man had come up with.

"Sit," Harry did as he was told, "you will write "Being famous does not make me a hero" until I am satisfied you have learnt the lesson. Then you will clean and polish every candle holder in the room until they shine."

Harry stared in silent hatred at the greasy haired man before him as he pulled a quill and parchment from his bag. He sat and began writing. After about 10 minutes Snape stood and got a pitcher of water, sitting it on the desk with 2 glasses.

"You may drink if you are thirsty, Potter"

Harry stared suspiciously at Snape, but the man had poured his own glass and now stared intently at some papers on his desk, seemingly ignoring Harry. Harry was thirsty, but he didn't want to show any signs of weakness before Snape. Nor did he trust the man's apparent politeness, he continued writing lines, and Snape continued to ignore him. Finally, an hour later, his throat dry, Harry gave into thirst and poured himself a glass of the water, sniffing it and tasting it suspiciously before swallowing the whole glass in one gulp. He thought he felt Snapes eyes on him, but when he looked up his eyes were once again on his papers, so Harry continued to write lines.

Suddenly a wave of euphoria overtook him and he almost gasped aloud as pure pleasure threatened to engulf him. As the wave subsided he found himself studying Snape, seeing the way his dark curly chest hair curled at the neckline of his robes, seeing his dark dark eyes flicker from the parchment he was reading up to Harry and back. Snape stood and seemed to flow across the room to study how much Harry had written. Harry could smell the warm muskiness of him as he stood close to look over his shoulder, felt his warm breath in his ear as he asked "do you think you've learnt your lesson Potter?" Harry felt his spine tingle in response and got an instant erection at the low husky tones of his professor's voice.

Gods, he'd never noticed Snape like this before, never been this aware of another human being… and Snape of all people…

"Yes Professor," he had to force the words out through his suddenly swollen lips, and heard the hoarseness of his own voice.

Suddenly his eyes fell on the empty glass on the table and a horrible suspicion filled him… he wouldn't…would he? But he'd threatened Harry with Veritaserum countless times before, hadn't he?

Then again, maybe right now he didn't care either way.

He looked up and realised that Snapes face was close to his own, very close… he could see the reflection of the candle in the dark depths of his eyes. Before he could think about it he felt himself lean forward, kissing those thin lips, feeling them open under his as Snape returned his kiss passionately. Harry's breath drew in sharply and he felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, a wave of need filled him and suddenly he lost control, his hands flying to the ties of Snapes robes, tugging at them till the robes fell to the floor. Oh god he wanted him, under his robes he was naked, his skin dark and glistening in the candlelight, Harry stared, unable to help himself, his eyes taking in every aspect, from the defined muscles rippling over his chest to the fine dark hairs leading down his stomach to… oh god… a moan escaped him as he took in the long hard cock and suddenly he had to have it.

He took it in his mouth and heard Snape groan, he felt his own arousal grow even further at the ready responsiveness of this sexy man to his touch. He licked and sucked, felt Snapes stomach muscles quiver and tense under his exploring fingers, his hand found Snapes arse, and it was tight and round, his fingers explored, finding the crack and the tight little hole, his index finger slipped in and suddenly he felt Snapes whole body tense and he exploded into his mouth, an involuntary groan of release escaping him, the muscles around the hole tightened around his finger and for a second Harry thought he would come too, wasting his load on the cold stone floor, but then the urgency was back and he knew he needed to take him now… he tried to turn Snape around, wanting to fuck him hard and fast but the man prevented him, his own hands slowly undoing Harry's robes, teasing, his fingers caressing his stomach as the robes came open, then travelling down and circling his hard cock, softly running his thumb over the tip.

Harry moaned in frustration "please," he didn't realise he had spoken until he heard the word, he was begging now, needing it so badly, but Snape continued to tease, and Harry seen that he was being aroused again, the sight of the cock slowly hardening turned him on even more & he reached out and touched it, loving the way it rose up to meet his fingers.

Slowly Snape turned him around, running his fingers lightly over his arse cheeks and exploring in between them, Harry felt the hot tip of Snapes cock rest against his arse crack and he leant back onto it, feeling the resistance, and then the slick feeling of it sliding deep into him… Where did Snape get the lubricant? The thought wandered into his mind and then back out as the feelings took over, Snape rocked slowly backwards and forwards, letting his whole length go out and back in, then he reached around, his hands smooth with lubricant and touched Harry's hard cock softly, still teasing, Harry groaned and pushed himself hard against the hand, and suddenly it squeezed and he felt himself cry out as he nearly came. Snape's movements got faster as he slammed again and again into Harry's virgin arse. It occurred to Harry that maybe it should hurt… but it felt so good and any pain seemed insignificant against the intense pleasure. Snape slowed down and suddenly pushed deeper and Harry realised he'd been holding back at least an inch before, and that inch made all the difference, he felt like it reached the centre of his being and every thrust was intense torture, the pressure built and built and he knew he couldn't stand it much longer, then Snape came, he felt the hot liquid push deep inside of him and he couldn't take it anymore.

Harry pulled away from Snape and turned to him, kissing him roughly and desperately before turning him around and pushing him onto the hard stone ground, he spread his cheeks and watched the small star shaped hole rise to meet him, he lay down and pushed himself in, feeling it close around him… it was so warm and tight and absolutely amazing, he thrust in and out quickly, and felt the scream torn from him as finally he came so hard, feeling his cock clench and the hot flow pump out again and again as he collapsed exhausted next to Snape on the floor.

Snape felt relaxed and pleasantly exhausted. It had been so good, way better then he could ever have imagined. He turned to look at Harry, wanting to enjoy the last moments before the potion wore off. He looked into his green eyes, they were no longer Lily's eyes but just Harry's, as Snape finally accepted it had been Harry he had wanted all along, never Lily. He waited for the relaxed sleepiness in Harry's eyes to disappear, to be replaced by realisation and disgust and then anger. Harry lifted his hand to touch Snapes face, running his fingers lightly down his jaw line and over his stomach, then lower to rest around his spent cock. Something stirred in Harry's eyes, and he gripped his cock harder, leaning in closer to kiss him, and Snape felt Harry's own cock stir again against his stomach. The potion only lasted for the one orgasm, and Snape knew this time it was Harry alone who leant against him, trailing his hands over his arse, kissing him slowly.