Last year it was The Official Unwritten Slash Month, this year it's the Official Challenge Month. The similarities? A month of fics by one author. The difference? This time, YOU are in control.

Each fic will be written based on a challenge. This can be any type of challenge, from a single word to a full-blown challenge. The rules are simple, they must be Harry Potter and they must be slash. So get involved, get reviewing and together we'll make November the Challenge Month.

(Challenges can be submitted via Reviews, or, preferably, emails until the Fanfiction messages service starts to work. If your submission is anonymous, please leave an email address so I can contact you if I chose to write your fic, this address will also be kept private.)

Challenge: Forbidden Pleasures, from Peja.

Forbidden Pleasures

Forbidden pleasures, that's what they were. The delicious, delectable boys that found their way into his bed. Ripe, cherry apples from his very own Eden, hissing in his ears like smakes and seducing him slowly into sin.

Forbidden pleasures, he told himself, and chided himself afterwards, when they were gone. Promised himself that, then next time they came calling, he would turn them away, shut the door on them and cling to his honour, his pride, his morals. They never came calling, however, they simply slid, anked, warm and beautiful into his bed and past his defences. Two beautiful little snakes, side by side and hidden behind a golden veneer of gryffindor innocence. Neither of them were innocent.

Forbidden pleasures, forbidden by morals, forbidden by law. They were both underage, both under his rule as his pupils. True, he never treated them better or worse than before they had first seduced him, letting him sink into their bodies like teeth into a juicy, virgin apple. It was still forbidden to him, even by nature. They were brothers, and the things that he had them do... It was incest, forbidden even by nature.

Forbidden pleasures, even forbidden by the icy veneer and ugliness of his visage. Somehow they had seen behind the sneers, the coldness. Somehow they had been attracted to him despite his less than attractive appearance. And they were too warm, too vibrant, too beautiful for him to resist. Like poor Adam, in the garden of Eden, without even a woman there to tempt him.

Forbidden pleasures, yet pleasure all the same, here in this place. They may be forbidden to him outside this room, may be no less than the Weasley nuisance, loathed Gryffindors, with their morals and honour. In here they were just pleasure, his little snakes, they should have been Slytherins. In here, he had the Gryffindorish innocence, and the morals and honour. Neither of which, he reflected visciously, mattered much in front of them. So ironic how their situations could have been reversed, how he could have been the naieve virgin led to his downfall by the sinful snakes. Forbidden pleasures, sinful, and he wondered to whom it was more forbidden, and more attractive, Severus, or his boys?