Chapter 2: A Pleasant Ending

"Come in, Mister Potter."

Harry walked in and gave the office a quick glance over, hoping to find any sort of non-Potions related hobby, so he could relay it back to Hermione regarding the Get-Snape-Laid project. No such luck. He just saw weird ingredients and cauldrons.

"Well, Mr. Potter, because I am a – how did you put it? – an 'arrogant fuckwad', I am unable to clean these cauldrons satisfactorily. Since I hear you do a lot of housework at your Muggle relatives' home, perhaps you could be of assistance?" Snape glared at Harry with such sinister eyes that Harry's lip quivered.

"May I use my wand, sir?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer. Apparently, he didn't.

"You see, because I'm such an 'idiotic shithead,' I didn't even think of trying to clean it with magic. Why don't you try it and perhaps you can get back from your detention early so you can go foul up the crevices of this castle?" Snape scoffed.

Harry should have known it was a trap. He had hoped that Snape didn't want him there – that he could quickly clean the cauldrons and get out of there. That was, of course, wishful thinking. Severus Snape was a man as evil and vindictive as a professor could get.

"Scourgify!" he said, pointing at the nearest cauldron.

The cauldron exploded. Pieces of pewter and old Sticking Solution flew through the air. Luckily, Harry had enough time to duck behind Snape's desk to avoid the disaster. He watched as Snape sniggered, safely encased in a Shield Charm.

"ARE YOU MAD?" Harry roared. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"

Snape rolled his eyes. "You appear to be alive. Have you learned this new drama from your red-haired girlfriend, or are you just naturally this much of a pansy?"

"A PANSY? YOU SET A HEX SO WHEN I TRIED TO CLEAN THE CAULDRON, IT FUCKING EXPLODED!"

"You foolish idiot, this was part of your detention. Since when have you EVER been stupid enough to actually believe anything I said? Clearly not at Potions. Clearly not at Occlumency; what could possibly have motivated you to do anything I suggested?" Snape hissed at Harry, who was turning red from anger.

"I don't know, it could have been that I wanted to get out of this fucking office! I would do anything to get out of here and actually be doing something productive! You get satisfaction by hurting me EVERY FUCKING DAY, and you don't have any other reason for it except you hated that my dad and his friends bullied you in school!"

Snape, who seemed to be unnerved by this mention of James Potter, crossed his arms and stepped within inches of Harry. Leering into his face, he said, "You deserve the treatment you receive from me, running around and breaking the rules. Potter, you think that you're above everyone else, but I know the truth. You're just an immature boy who doesn't understand anything about the world." Snape paused and uncrossed his arms. "However, I won't deny that I receive a small amount of satisfaction in ruining your perfect Gryffindor day."

Harry, now seething, responded with, "Right, because you can't get satisfaction anywhere else."

"What was that?" Snape asked, pulling his head back, his face not quite as blank.

"You torment us because you haven't been laid in years," Harry snapped.

"We actually were trying to find someone for you to fuck, just so you might be in a better mood to make lessons more bearable." When Snape said nothing, Harry continued, despite every bit of his conscience telling him to stop and run away as fast as possible. "I saw the way you looked at me and Ginny when you caught us. You're jealous that I get to have sex and you can't. No one wants to touch you."

At this point, Harry knew he had gone too far. Snape shook with fury.

"Is that – what you think?" he said in a voice that was so smooth, Harry briefly wondered if it was actually coming from Snape's mouth. It didn't seem to match the venomous man in front of him. "That I'm – jealous – of YOU?"

Harry shrank into the wall as Snape closed in on him. Harry could see every pore on Snape's face, his deep black eyes penetrating every inch of Harry's soul. Snape was too close. Something stirred at the bottom of his stomach, but he failed to place the feeling. Yes, there was fury in there, just as there always was, but something else…something disturbing. He could practically feel the adrenaline rushing through his ears. His heart was pounding so hard, he could practically taste it. What was that feeling?

"You think – that – that – " Snape said, the shaking finally catching up to his voice as he came within inches of Harry's face, his white hands clutching Harry's shoulders in place.

"I think what?" Harry whispered, tilting his head up and leaving his mouth slightly open. Harry knew what was going to happen before it did, and for some odd reason, he failed to care. Snape was too close, but Harry didn't feel uncomfortable. He noted that Snape had recently shaved, his stubble just starting to grow back. He could see every strand of the man's jet-black hair, the scowl finally melted away. Snape had been this close before, but he felt heat radiating off both of their bodies. Harry knew what was going to happen barely seconds before it did, and for some odd reason, he failed to care.

Snape closed the gap between their mouths, crushing their lips together. He pulled back immediately, shocked at what he had done himself. But Harry would have none of it. That feeling in the pit of his stomach was shaping up to be desire. This was no time for thinking; at that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted.

Harry stepped forward, grabbed Snape by his hair and pulled him back into a fierce kiss. Kissing Ginny had never felt this good. It was as though now, finally, he was experiencing a real kiss. The rest were just fake. Here, kissing his professor, he felt as though a set of Filibuster's Fireworks were going off inside of him. Tongues and teeth crashed together as Harry jumped onto Snape and in his arms, straddling him. Snape tightened his arms around Harry, squeezing him so hard, his breathing became compromised. Harry almost failed to notice, as he was experiencing bliss he never knew existed. He clutched Snape's hair as they kissed. He was surprised to find the hair soft, instead of dirty and greasy as he always expected it to be. He rubbed his growing erection up and down Snape's midsection to try to give himself a bit of relief. Even through their clothes, Harry could feel Snape's taut abs and firm waist. He was shocked at how warm the older man felt and how right this all seemed.

Snape moaned and turned Harry so he was pressed against the wall. He pulled back and began sucking on Harry's neck as he undid the button on Harry's trousers and slipped his hand inside of them. It was Harry's turn to cry out in pleasure, unable to do anything but clutch the man holding him even harder.

Snape dropped Harry's legs and disappeared under Harry's robes. Harry suddenly realized he was standing with nothing covering his legs. He rather quickly noticed Snape had taken his cock fully in his mouth.

Up and down bobbed Snape's head; each time, Harry's cock seemed to delve deeper into his throat. Harry was reduced to babbling through near sobs, begging him to go faster. He clutched at Snape's desk beside him to hold himself up. When Snape began stroking his perineum, Harry's vision exploded into white as he expelled his seed down Snape's throat.

After a few moments had passed, Snape removed his mouth and stood up, leaving Harry to slump against the wall and onto the floor, panting. "That was –" he choked out.

"You're not finished," Snape said in a low, husky voice as he began to remove his own trousers. Harry sucked in a breath. What next? He gazed at Snape and watched him slide out of his robes as well. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hermione was right. While he wasn't the most attractive bloke in the world, he was quite fit. He was lean but still had ripples of muscle up and down his body. Harry swallowed in anticipation as Snape laid Harry down on his back and kissed him again. This time, though, it was softer, slower, as though Snape was trying to savor every moment. Harry ran his hands up and down Snape's back as his tongue gently pushed into his professor's mouth. Snape stiffened, pulled away, and muttered a spell, making Harry's arse feel slick, wet, and open. Harry then realized what was about to happen and looked at Snape, panic showing in his face.

"Don't be afraid," he said, pulling Harry's legs around his waist and positioning himself at Harry's entrance.

"I just didn't expect – "

"Stop talking and live in the moment," Snape said with a hint of frustration in his voice.

Harry unclenched himself and allowed Snape to penetrate him. A burning sensation flooded through his body. Wincing, he tried to wiggle around a bit to get more comfortable. After the initial pain, a soft pleasantness began to waft through him, stirring his previously spent cock. Snape began to move, thrusting slowly but deeply. As Harry relaxed, he began to get more and more enjoyment out of this sex, eventually encouraging Snape to move harder and faster.

The moment Snape touched a spot inside Harry – a spot he didn't even know existed – Harry knew he fancied blokes. This spot made Harry cry out louder than he had ever done so before, made him wild inside, wanting more contact. He pulled Snape down to him, kissing him with abandon, thrusting himself up to hit that spot he enjoyed so much.

Snape began to thrust harder and faster, his strokes becoming less systematic and more frantic as both of their orgasms built. Harry wrapped his fingers around his member and began to stroke himself. The feeling of both Snape's cock in his arse and his hands around his own cock brought his second orgasm rather quickly. He cried out as he spurted between them, feeling Snape grow warmer and come to completion as well, emptying himself into Harry.

They stayed like that, catching their breath and staring into each other's eyes for quite some time. Eventually, Snape pulled out and rolled over. Harry sat up silently, looking him up and down. What now?

"Your detention is completed," Snape told Harry as he straightened out his trousers to put them on.

"Oh," Harry said, a shy smile forming on his lips as he slid his trousers on as well. "Well, I probably should…."

"You should."

"Do be more cheerful tomorrow, yeah?"

Snape didn't answer and Harry turned and walked away, closing his office door behind him.