Chapter One
He watched as the thin man frowned unhappily out towards the many bright faces of the Hogwarts students. He observed the man's movements, how his hands moved towards his golden goblet and ensnared it in a tight hold, tipping it up to his thin lips; and drinking.
"Albus, are you quite alright?" Professor McGonagall questioned, her lips turning downwards at the side. Dumbledore blinked, removing his elbow from his large plate of eggs and sausages. His robe was covered in thick egg yolks which splattered over the table at his sudden movement.
"Oh blast!" Dumbledore muttered, "Yes, Minerva I'm quite alright, just a bit tired I suppose." Dumbledore retorted, shaking the dirtied bit of material.
"Well, if you say so…" McGonagall stuttered, poking at her Eggs Benedict. He glanced back over at Snape who was now talking to Professor Sprout, obviously challenging her on her teaching methods or something of the sort. He chortled, ah the young at heart. Ever since a much younger Severus had graduated from Hogwarts, Dumbledore had seen him in a new light. It seemed only days that his thin and knobby joints had transformed into thick, muscle enwrapped tools of movement. He had watched as the boy's faced matured into one that was well, devilishly handsome. How Albus had yearned for his flesh, for one night alone with the heavenly creature that went by the name of Snape. Dumbledore watched intently as Snape conversed with his fellow Professors, he pushed away his plate of food, wanting none of it now that his thirsty eyes had befallen on such beauty. Snape turned away from Professor Sprout, smacking his thin, dry lips as if he had tasted something absolutely unappetizing. He turned towards his employer who was at the moment staring at him completely transfixed and sucking on his yolk covered finger flirtatiously. Snape's jaw dropped, he was quite startled by this side of Albus Dumbledore. He smiled reluctantly at Dumbledore, hoping to bring him out of his stupor with this unusual move on his part. Dumbledore extracted his finger, smiling dreamily at Severus and wriggled his fingers in a small wave. Snape's eyes widened dramatically, suddenly he had no appetite for breakfast. He stalked away from the table through the rows of children, his plate clearing as he strode out of the Great Hall. Dumbledore's eyes followed the strapping young man from under his half moon spectacles. He licked off a bit of stray egg from his pinky and stood,
"Sorry Professor, I'm afraid I have some unfinished business to attend to…" Dumbledore chirped, answering McGonagall's questioning look; he smiled under his thick moustache and beard combo. Alas they never resist for long, I shall have young Severus tamed soon enough.
"Professor?" Snape called as he entered Dumbledore's empty office. What did the old cook want with him now, honestly requesting a private meeting with him during a class? This must be important.
"Professor, I'm here. What is it that you require my presence for?" Snape drawled lazily, sidling over to Dumbledore's large desk, stroking the deep mahogany wood affectionately. Snape watched in horror as Dumbledore strode down the stairs from his astronomy tower proudly. Snape wondered if the proper thing would to be to cover his eyes, Dumbledore marched merrily down the last few steps, a deep magenta cloak swirling about his ankles.
"Ah Severus, here you are at last." Dumbledore breathed, placing his hands at his hips, which were bare except for his robe and an ill flitting set of briefs. He stood, waiting for Snape's response, his bare chest shimmering in the poorly lit room (most of the shimmering was from his pallid chest hairs, which sprouted up in thick clumps all over.)
"P-Professor? What is this all about?" Snape questioned, turning away slightly from the alarming sight. Dumbledore stood, a grin sneaking over his aged face, and his eyes twinkling madly in the dim lighting.
"Severus, Severus…" He smiled, walking towards Snape who began inching backwards, "Playing innocent now are we?" Dumbledore took a seat on the edge of his glossy desk, sliding his cloak down his shoulders and revealing a bony ashen leg. "Tut-tut, I am more aware than you give me credit for. I can see the way that you gaze upon me, how your sallow cheeks regain color when I am near. No, I am no fool Professor. " Dumbledore slid off the desk and let his robes fall to the ground; leaving him dressed in only a tight set of green briefs and a pair of thick woolen socks.
"Sir, I'm not sure that this is the best time really." Snape paused as Dumbledore tramped forward and placed a withered finger to his lips.
"Shhh, my little love toy. Let me do the talking." Snape's eyes shot open, he had known that Dumbledore was a senile old fart, but this. Well this he had never imagined how could Dumbledore have truly noticed his stares, his longing looks; but not for what Dumbledore thought. Snape longed for love and who it came from didn't really matter. Though he could have found someone better suited to his likings Dumbledore would do. After all, the only person that Snape could ever consider staying with, creating a life with. Well she was long gone, and now his only means of coping was to fill the empty hole she had left him with.
"Albus, I suppose you are trying to ask me." Snape paused, his upper lip curling halfway in between a sneer and a look of extreme disgust. "Well sir, are you asking me to. Engage in sexual intercourse with you Professor?" Dumbledore chortled giddily, removing his spectacles dramatically.
"Why Severus, I do believe that I am…" He smiled devilishly as his nibbled on his glasses, making muffled cat meows now and then. Snape considered this as he watched Dumbledore purr, making clawing actions into the air.
"Well, I suppose the students can wait." Snape replied, removing his long cloak and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Oh, good god is this what it's come to?" Snape thought to himself, sliding his pants off and stepping out of the cuffs which were wrapped around his ankles. Dumbledore advanced on him, grabbing his wrist roughly and leading his up the winding stairs to his private astronomy tower. Snape followed, gently trying to pry his wrist loose of the old man's grip.
Dumbledore laid, naked on his red leather couch a long pipe sticking out from his mouth. Snape shuffled over to his clothes sleepily, the old man had surprised him. With the strength of a much younger man he had plowed Severus's tight buttocks for what had seemed like hours. Dumbledore sighed happily, puffing out a great cloud of blue smoke.
"My word Severus, you've exceeded my expectations by far…" He puffed out another gush of smoke, playing with a bit of hair on his stomach. "Ahh twas quite the night Sevy, quite the night." The old man lay back against a great mound of pillows, still puffing away at his pipe felicitously. Snape crossed the room back over Dumbledore, now fully dressed and sat lightly on the edge of the couch.
"It was rather nice." He admitted leaning down to kiss Dumbledore quickly. Dumbledore grinned up at Snape, who was looking out of the window.
"Perhaps Severus, you will join me tomorrow night as well? You know for just a bit of merriment?" He winked his wrinkled eye, making slapping motions with his hand on an invisible rump. Snap narrowed his dark eyes; he was nevertheless intruded by this offer. But he had decided just about halfway though their "merriment" that he would play hard to get; after all he must keep his reputation intact.
"I will have to see about that Professor." Snape said curtly turning to leave, Dumbledore's arm shot up and grabbed Snape as he stood pulling him back down.
"Not so fast my little sex kitten, I've known you for a long time you must remember. I know that you'll be back for another go." Dumbledore smiled, stroking his long beard, which he had braided into several different plaits for this special occasion. Snape nodded quickly and left the room, knowing himself that indeed; he would be back for more.