As Severus's heat progressed he noted that the onset after each reprieve was far less stressful than he had experienced as of yet; he wondered if it had anything to do with the bond, which since its initiation had left him feeling relaxed and contentedly lethargic.

Albus on the other hand was far more agitated; he fussed until Severus had climbed off of the bed so that the bedding could be removed and replaced with clean linens; he'd insisted upon them getting cleaned up, something that Severus had agreed needed to be done but had no energy for, which lead to Albus threatening a forceful sponge bath until Severus gave in.

It was nearing seven-thirty in the morning on the third day of Severus's heat, and the Potions Master was dozing on and off upon the bed; the sheets were cool, crisp, and clean, and the entire room smelled faintly of cotton.

His clothes had been taken for cleaning sometime in the night by their house elf nurse maid, something that Severus had missed entirely; Severus didn't mind though, he was perfectly content to lounge on the Headmaster's bed, his 'lovers' bed naked.

He marveled at how relaxed he felt, how calm his mind had become; even though he knew that it wouldn't last, he enjoyed the feeling as though there was nothing wrong in the world.

Opening his eyes sleepily, Severus glanced towards the other Wizard who'd taken to puttering about cleaning up the room; Severus had torn it apart in his heat induced frenzy for relief before Albus had initially joined him; he'd apologized, but Albus had merely shaken his head and stated that no apology was needed.

Severus watched the older wizard move about putting things away, occasionally muttering to himself under his breath in a thoughtful manner; Albus had thoroughly cleaned once he'd sponged Severus down, and was wrapped in a thin lavender under robe; he'd tied his beard in several places, so as to make containing it during their romps easier.

Glancing towards the bedside table, which was nearly eclipsed with books, Severus eyed their paired wands, both resting neatly atop the wooden surface. The two wands were perhaps just as different as the two wizards that they had chosen.

Snape's being a modest length of blackened wood, the shaft smooth with a slightly flattened point, and an intricately carved patterned handle. The wand was rather ( ), perfect for curse work, and had proven to be quite loyal and unyielding; there had never been any doubt that his wand would not willingly fall into another's hand easily. The loyalty of the ( ) wand would be a hard earned thing should anyone else ever get their hands on it.

Dumbledore's wand on the other hand was pale, making quite a contrast to Snape's black one. It was long and slender, with a grooved and carved beaded handle and shaft, the only completely smooth section of wood being that of the tip, which was rounded. The wand though aged and lined in appearance (much like the wizard it had chosen) was in perfect condition.

Turning his attention back towards the older wizard, Severus watched him sleepily. Albus had gone about regrouping what food they had yet to eat, keeping everything contained in small neat little piles; the house elf brought them new food every evening, even if they hadn't managed to finish off the last platter fully.

"Why not simply use your wand?" Severus inquired from his place on the bed, stretching against the mattress with a slight groan before going completely limp again, resting his head at a slight angle against the pillows. Albus glanced back at him, blue eyes bright and alert, though also a little harsh; Severus could tell that the man was agitated, but couldn't quite bring himself to care too much about it.

"Because using my wand would be all too easy, and then I would have nothing to do." Albus huffed slightly, though his voice still contained its usual calm lilt. Severus quirked an eyebrow before rolling his head on his neck and giving a slight shrug; if the other man was so irritated he could think of better things to do than organize fruit.

"If you're so desperate for something to do, why don't you join me?"

"Is your heat setting back in, love?" Albus inquired with a frown, turning his full attention towards Severus, who felt his lips curl in a slight smile.

"No, but I'm sure we could think of a way to keep you occupied; your constant puttering around the room is distracting me from dozing." Severus sighed exasperatedly rolling his eyes slightly as he shifted over on the bed to permit the other man sufficient room to join him.

Once Albus was settle on the bed he huffed and sighed irritably; Severus climbed over the older man and daftly undid the knot on the thin robe, parting the material quickly. Albus cocked a brow but remained quiet while Severus ran his hands along his sides and hips.

"Relax," Severus said quietly, sighing through his nose as he leaned over his lover and looked him directly in the eye. "There's no reason to be so worked up, unless of course you're actually being 'worked' up." He teased, his voice hinting towards mocking. Something flashed in the older wizard's eyes, and though Severus registered it and knew he ought to back down, he found that he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

When he didn't back down, in a moment he found himself with his back against the bed once again, and the other wizard atop him; shifting slightly, but giving no real effort to reverse their roles or struggle he settled against the bedding contentedly.

"Your idea of distraction is clever, though I wonder if it is unwise." Albus mused as he ran his own hands along the other's narrow stomach. Severus sighed contentedly, eyes drifting closed for the briefest of moments before opening and refocusing upon the other man.

"Perhaps unwise yes, but if you must be doing something, you might as well be doing something that both of us can enjoy." He teased with a small mocking smile, which caused Albus to tsk at him.

"My dear, you are perhaps my favorite distraction, whether you'll come to regret this or not is yet to be seen."

"Oh shut up Albus—" before anything more insulting could raise to his unusually relaxed mind the older man had bent low over him and began suckling at his left breast, rolling the bead of flesh with his tongue to encourage it to harden to a point. "Oh!" Severus gasped, remaining where he was, determined to simply let his lover distract himself without direction, though the urge to touch, even if only to card his fingers through long silver hair, was already so tempting.

Albus was thankful for a distraction, at least one that he could thoroughly enjoy; though he had long since given up on having a true loving relationship, Severus being his first since he was a teenager, he had had many lovers. As a young man, he'd taken on many different lovers, and learned many different forms of love; and though some forms were not to every person's tastes, he'd found that not a single form did he dislike. But what he enjoyed perhaps the most, and always had with any whose bed he might be sharing, was the mere act of thoroughly worshiping their bodies.

And despite that he'd thoroughly explored Severus's body over the course of their times together, it was different to properly do it without the heat and rut, in the right mind; he enjoyed cataloging every sound, every hitch in his lover's breath, every gasp, strangled groan and smothered moan. Every squirm brought him a sense of contented joy, every time fingers would seek him out only to shy away and bury themselves in tangled sheets.

He loved finding every sensitive spot, and figuring out which spot made his lover squirm, or made his lover thrash; he loved discovering which was which, and which to exploit for the best reactions.

He enjoyed drawing out his lovers pleasure, making them sweat and fret, trembling against bed sheets, whimpering and stuttering broken pleas and gasping his name when they could think of nothing else to say.

He enjoyed bring his lovers to back bending and toe curling climax; a rush of ecstasy to short circuit the brain and shock the body as it washed through his lover's core. After drawn out pleasure, a strong mind blowing orgasm was quite a pleasant surprise.

He was also quite fond of the drawn out orgasms, the orgasms that didn't so much shatter the foundation, but rather, gently caressed it; some said that drawn out orgasms could be disappointing, though he'd never found that to be so. He rather enjoyed touching and loving his partners while they gasped softly in confusion, surprised by how gentle their release could be; he'd certainly never received complaints, though he also never left his lovers after such a tame encounter, rather continue to touch and kiss and manipulate their bodies throughout, and beyond till they were worked up again, sweating and fretting and pleading for more.

Albus enjoyed sex and love in all its forms, but nothing he enjoyed more than learning every weakness of his lover and thoroughly exploiting it.

Severus's ploy to use sex as a distraction worked perfectly, and the two squirmed and lazily rolled on the bed, touching and kissing, gasping and moaning for a long time. The onset of Severus's heat happened so gradually that neither of them had really noticed the change until their love making had reached a fever pitch; Severus gasped, fingers tangling into the sheets as his knees dug heavily into the bed.

Sweat clung to him like a second skin, his dark hair falling into his face as he panted and hissed, his body rocking and swaying with the motion of the older wizard behind him. They hadn't become less loving, just a little more aggressive about it.

Sinking his teeth into the younger man's shoulder, Albus practically purred at the broken gasp that was forced from the smaller body beneath him. He slid his arm around the pale stomach, his hand sliding along almost clammy skin to fondle the other's half hard cock.

"Fuck." Severus gasped beneath him, his entire body stuttering as Albus fondled his cock, encouraging it to full hardness again; the pillar of flesh was coated in cum, both fresh and old, and Albus used it to coat his hand and make pumping easier. "It's to much," the younger wizard gasps, his voice thick with arousal. Albus's teeth sink a little deeper into the other's shoulder as another orgasm washes over him, forcing his eyes shut as he rocks into the body beneath him, his swollen knot keeping them firmly tied together. "Ah, fuck," Severus whimpers, his voice and tone rising slightly as he's filled with even more of his lovers cum, stimulating his hot inner walls. "Bastard," he hisses against the sheets, his body locking up and trembling as he's milked, spilling a few weak threads of cum into his lover's hand.

Albus released the other's shoulder, licking his lips as he panted heavily above the smaller body, smearing the cum in his hand against a heaving stomach as he tried to stable himself. They both hissed and flinched when Severus jerked up, pushing his back flush against his older lover, not relenting until they were both moving awkwardly together.

"Severus," Albus hissed, his cock twitching against the other's heated velvet insides, his swollen knot throbbing as it was stimulated. With only soft gasps and short hisses between teeth, Albus found himself on his back on the bed, Severus atop him, straddling his hips, back to him.

"It never fails to, ah," A sharp gasp escaped the younger man as his weight forced the older wizards cock deeper into him, the knot locking them together burning him as he was forced to stretch around it in their new position. "surprise me, just how good it feels to have you inside of me." He panted, bracing his hands on the other's knees.

They remained there silent for a moment; the only sound their heavy labored breathing as they adjusted to their new position. Albus ran his hands along the pale narrow back, his fingers feeling each slight bump of the other's spine.

"Oh, I can feel you inside of me, so hot and hard," Severus gasped above him, his pale and bruised shoulders hunching forward slightly as he spoke, his voice harsh and thick; his words only vaguely registered to Albus, who continued to gently stroke his back. The pheromones that wafted thickly from the younger wizard were still fogging his mind, leaving him only partially capable of understanding the other's words; and so long as his Omega wasn't showing signs of distress, he would remained relaxed—or as relaxed as possible.

Severus slid his left hand from the other's knee, up along his thigh to fondle his limp cock, hissing as he did so; he was sore, sensitive, and his cock protested weakly to the treatment, little sparks of discomfort shooting into his gut, but he ignored it. The feeling of his Alpha's hardened dick buried deep inside him, the burning feeling of being stretched around his Alpha's knot, it was all enough to override the discomfort.

He fondled and jerked at himself, panting and trembling as he worked himself back to hardness; the pressure of the hands on his back grew a little firmer, a little more insistent, as though comforting him, soothing him, while he trembled.

Severus gasped and whined when the Alpha beneath him suddenly jerked, shifting them both slightly; he could feel the cock buried inside of him twitching against his walls, the knot rubbing and pulling at his raw muscles as the Alpha forced himself up, wrapping his arms around him.

"Want to see you," was the growled answer to an unasked question, and all Severus could do was whimper and wine as the Alpha repositioned them, over stimulating them both in the process. Severus had to stop his fondling of his cock to stabilize himself once the Alpha had settled, and glanced back over his shoulder curiously.

Albus had pulled them back against the headboard, so that he could sit with Severus in his lap, and Severus couldn't help but lean back a little, pressing his back against the other's stomach. This position would grant them the closeness Severus craved, while also permitting him more control.

"Want to see you," Albus said again, a low growl against the side of Severus's ear, making him moan low in his throat; part of him still couldn't quite wrap himself around the idea that someone wanted him, someone wanted to take care of him, watch him, look at him, love him. It was such an overwhelming and strange concept to him, and his head spun with the knowledge of it. "Want to see you touch yourself," Albus whispered, licking and nipping at the shell of the darker wizard's ear. "watch you while you cum, watch you while you take my seed," Severus whimpered and shivered, his eyes closing as he leaned back into his Alpha; he'd stopped touching himself when they'd been repositioning, but he could feel his cock twitch between his thighs, sore and throbbing as it hardened a little further. "You'll take it all won't you?" Albus hummed against the other's pale sweaty neck, his lips brushing against a few red and yellow marks he'd left there. Albus shifted his hips a fraction and his cock twitched aggressively, the tightness in his balls and the fire in his gut pulsing; he was so close to bursting again. The smaller man in his lap whimpered piteously, swallowing wetly before being able to respond.

"Y-yes."

Albus hummed happily at that, and sucked on the other's pulse point for a moment, drawing a small sharp intake of breath from his trembling lover; his little Omega was drenched in cooling sweat, leaving his pale sallow skin clammy. The spunk that had leaked out onto his thighs had begun to dry, leaving the skin flaky and a little pink. They were both exhausted, nearly drained of all their energy, but Albus was running on pure instinct; as tired as they were, his Omega was still wanting, and he couldn't have that.

"Yes you will, you'll take every last drop I have to offer won't you?" He purred. "Selfish, greedy little thing that you are." Another whimper and Albus nearly lost his resolve to remain still; the urge, the need to grab pale hips in a vice like grip and fuck up into him with all his strength was nearly suffocating, but besides a slight tremble he managed. "I want to watch you take it," He whispered against the other's ear.

Severus shivered and opened his eyes as he felt the familiar pressure and static of the Alpha's magical energies brush over him; lifting his head he was surprised to see himself. He blinked, confused for just a moment before he felt his body flush with heat at the realization of what had happened; Albus had conjured up a mirror at the foot of the bed, and a large mirror.

It was oval in shape, with an ornate and slightly faded silver frame, but the reflective glass surface was perfect and dust free.

Severus could see himself in perfect clarity; flushed naked skin, curtains of sweat slicked hair clinging to his forehead and temples, pert nipples, and spread thighs. He swallowed uncomfortably as he took in the reflection, unable to look away at the picture they made; his thighs were spread wide, and he could see where he was stretched wide over his lover's cock and knot.

"Look at you," Albus whispered, and Severus started slightly, drawn back to himself. He shot a quick sidelong glance towards the other man who was looking at him from over his shoulder, their faces nearly touching. "Stretched wide for me," Albus sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Severus's head. "you're such a good boy,"

Severus trembled again slightly, the praise affecting him in duel manners. He could feel the heat, which had dulled to mere embers in his gut flair up at once, and his insides begin to flush with fresh slick. He whimpered and worried his bottom lip between slightly crooked teeth, his ears burning as he felt his insides slicken.

"Mmmn, yes," Albus ran his hands along the younger wizards pale sides and stomach, one hand coming to rest on a pale hip, the other resting over the other's lower stomach, fingers just shy of touching the base of his Omega's cock. "I can feel it," he purred. "feel how wet you are, feel how you produce more and more slick to pool around my cock. I'm already inside of you, have already pumped you full of my cum," he let his lips brush against the other wizard's flushed cheek, lips catching on black hair slightly. "where is all that slick going to go?" He mused, and pressed a little against the other's lower stomach, making him whine. "Already inside of you, giving you everything I have, and still you want more," He tsked, nipping at the other's earlobe, his hand still resting heavily against the other's lower stomach. "selfish."

Severus whimpered, his head tilting back slightly, not quite resting on the older man's shoulder.

"P-please," he body was beginning to heat again, and he felt confused, perhaps a little ashamed of himself, but mostly he felt needy; his Alpha's cock was already buried as deep as it would go inside of him, had already filled him with cum more times than he could count, but now his heat was growing steadily hotter, and part of him was worried that it would burn him up, and that his Alpha wouldn't be able to put it out.

Sensing the small spike of anxiety, Albus moved his hand from his lover's stomach to his chest steadying him. Pushing his head forward with his own, he pressed his lips over the bonding gland, still a little scabbed and swollen from when he'd claimed him. He ran his tongue across the area, and felt the Omega in his lap go limp with a whimper.

"I have you, you're mine now, and I'll take care of you." He whispered, licking the gland one more time before looking back over the other's shoulder. Their eyes locked in the mirror, and the burning ache in his own gut throbbed. "Touch yourself love, touch yourself like you were before, I want to watch you." Albus paused, and something wicked crossed his darkened blue eyes for a moment. "I want to watch you watch yourself." He added in a low whisper.

Severus swallowed thickly, his gaze watching the reflection of his lover before darting to his own. His cock had fully hardened, standing straight and erect between his spread thighs; it was swollen and flushed an angry red color, thick beads of precum glistening from the slit and along the veined underside. As he looked at his reflection, his cock twitched, more precum beading at the slit, sending more to glisten along his shaft.

He glanced briefly down, between his own thighs before looking back at the mirror; he knew that that was where he was supposed to look, at his own reflection. He was supposed to watch himself as he pleasured himself, as he worked himself to climax; he hesitated.

"Touch yourself," Severus flinched slightly, the voice was still soft, gentle, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about his own hesitations. "I want you to touch yourself, touch yourself until it isn't enough, touch yourself until you can't help but fuck yourself upon by cock, and if you reach a point where you can't fuck yourself anymore, I'll take over."

Severus shivered violently, eyes closing momentarily before opening again and focusing in on his own reflection. His hand slid back between his thigh and he wrapped his fingers loosely around himself; even the light touch was uncomfortable, but the moment he began touching himself, despite the discomfort, the heat in his gut was fueled.

He bit his lip, brows knitting together as he fondled himself, running his fingers up and down his length, pulling the foreskin away from the swollen crown. He didn't touch himself that often, having never been big on masturbation, and knowing that his Alpha preferred being the one to handle him, that he really had no true talent for it, and soon he gave up on the softer slower touches and merely tightened his grip and began pumping himself.

He panted and gasped as he jerked himself off, his hand moving quicker despite how sore his flesh was; his gut was fluttering as the inferno in his stomach heightened, and all he wanted was to cum, to relieve if nothing else the pressure in his balls and cock.

He could feel the Alpha's cock twitching inside of him, and gritting his teeth, Severus braced himself as best he could, gripping the other's knee and beginning to bounce in his lover's lap; the knot prevented him from really properly riding the cock inside of him, which he wanted to do desperately, but the extra slick helped ease the burn of stretching over the knot as he moved.

Gasping, and unable to fully handle the stimulation to his sexes, Severus screwed his eyes shut and bowed his head, grinding and bouncing against the cock in his ass.

Albus groaned weakly as the younger wizard's hips jerked and moved against him, fresh sweat breaking out over his skin as he exerted himself. Albus dropped his own gaze from the mirror his forehead bumping against his lover's back as he closed his own eyes; the over stimulation brought on by being fucked by his Omega, his love, made him feel as though he were teetering on the edge of death's sweet embrace.

"I need it, please, oh God," Severus cried, voice broken as he continued to move. "I need you to finish it, oh God, please,"

Albus can practically feel the desperation in the other's voice, feel the way that the sound sets his entire body on edge, sharpening his focus and drawing his mind to only one thing; give his Omega everything he can or die trying.

Lifting his head, Albus grasped at the pale hips bouncing in his lap and holding them firmly before driving his own hips up with as much strength as he can muster; the smaller male let out what could only be described as a squeak as Albus felt his knot sink a little deeper into the other's hole.

Albus's heals dig into the sheets as he fucks up into the other wizard as best he can, their position on the bed gives him very little leverage. But the wet tightness that squeezes around his abused knot his enough to bring him over the edge, and his entire body tenses and strains as his cock erupts and spills into the needy Omega, breeding him, and cooling his aggressive heat.

Severus moans and groans as he's filled again, his insides gushing with cum and slick as he clams down around the Alpha's cock and knot. His own cock erupts, twitching and throbbing as his balls seize up and pulse against him, though he mostly shakes and trembles, his cock only releasing two small spurts before going dry and twitching through his climax.

He finished before Albus did, and sighed exhaustedly as the Alpha twitched and pushed against him, filling him up. His limp cock twitched between his thighs as the sensation of being overfilled, his ass and gut feeling rather… sludgy. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling really, but it made his stomach uncomfortable, as though he were on the verge of catching a bug or something else that could turn ones stomach sour.

Once the older wizard's climax dies down, and he can feel the knot beginning to steadily deflate, Severus sighs and lowers himself so that he can rest his elbows against the bed between his lover's knees. He's bent over at an odd angle, but the added pressure to his gut and lower stomach soothes him so he doesn't mind the ache in his hips and knees so much.

"Good job old man," he praises sarcastically, though the bite of the words were softened by the obvious affection and exhaustion he couldn't quite repress. The only response he received was a faint snort and a light swap to his left thigh.