Chapter 4
Hello again, everyone. . . yes it's me again, the annoying one. I thought it was time to make an appearance again, to reassure you of my existence. . .I would also like to thank Silverfox, since she has reviews my fic twice already, both times nicely, as well!! Thanks also go to Gwen and ThreeOranges who remain the only people to have reviewed this yet. . . a-hem. More please ; ) ! This if where the slash starts in earnest. Don't judge me too harshly, I know it's not very good, but I can't seem to improve it. Sorry. For the purposes of this fic, Draco has a private tailor, and doesn't get his robes for Madame Malkin. . .
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. (Which I'm not sure that I want to admit to, but still. . . )
Chapter 4
Golden Dreams of Golden Days
Severus looked into the eyes of his pupil, who seemed to be at a loss of what to do next. He appeared to be struggling with himself about something, but what, Severus didn't know. Finally, he spoke "It's abou. . I'm sorry, sir, but. . ." and with that, Draco pulled his teacher back to him, wrapped his arms around his waist again, and kissed him, softly, on the lips. He stopped and drew back a little, red with embarrassment. Severus stared at him. Oh. Gods. Why? he asked himself, in stunned bemusement. Am I just some irresistible magnet to Malfoys? Not that I'm complaining, but he's a student. . .not even seventh year. . .the small questioning voice was lost in the other depths of his mind. He was so like Lucius. . .so like him. His hair, his eyes. . . alluring silver eyes. . .Can't do this, mustn't do this, this is INSANE! What if Dumbledore finds out? What then, hey? Sacked for a minutes pleasure, gain your senses, Severus Snape! NO! It was a very persistent voice. Severus pushed it away. Draco was offering himself to him. Like having Lucius back all over again. . .he could have Lucius back. . . In an almost dream like trance, he let his long, elegant fingers run over Draco's silky hair. . . so like Lucius. . . "Sir?" Draco whispered softly. "Yes?" he answered, not fully paying attention, entranced by the feel of Draco's soft, soft hair. . . "I think. . . I think I love," the word was spoken carefully, as though he wasn't used to the sound it made, "you," "Are you sure, or do you just think?" he asked, amusedly. "I. . .I do. I think," uttered Draco before leaning up to find Severus's mouth again. They stood by the fire, as Severus had stood with Lucius by his fire, wrapped in each others arms, oblivious to the outer world. After a while, Draco's hand worked its way around his teacher, and found the fastenings to his robes. Carefully, slowly, he worked it undone, and moved down to the next. "Draco?" whispered Snape, pulling back in slight surprise. The spell broke suddenly, letting Severus realise exactly what he was doing. Exactly what was going to happen next. With a pupil. "Sir?" he answered, not stopping his work. So like Lucius. . . "Are you sure you want to. . .?" Hesitantly asked, not knowing whether he wanted to know the answer, The sick feeling in his stomach left by the news of Lucius's death had not left him. . .but he could have Lucius back. . . Silver eyes looked up at the older figure, standing in indecision before him. What was driving him, Severus asked himself, the words lost, drowned out by Draco's voice saying "quite sure, professor," demurely. "In that case. . ." Hesitations and practicality fled from his mind, thinking only of the miniature Lucius that stop before him, so expectantly. . .Severus hurried to find the fastenings to Draco's robes. Were they the same as Lucius's? Yes! Finding the top one, he brought his hand down sharply, undoing every clasp, a trick he had learnt long ago. Draco's robes fell to the floor. "Sir!" he gasped, impressed. Snape smirked. He knew he was good. Silver eyes sparkled again as Draco kissed him, more needy now than before. His hands ran over him, waist back, shoulders face hair, clutching t the slick black strands. Severus shed his own robes easily, and pulled Draco across the room, pushing him onto the four poster bed that dominated the middle of the room. Draco pulled the older man on top of him, as Snape kicked off his shoes. Severus gave a shark like grin, and Draco shivered in anticipation. Snape felt himself harden at the sight of Draco's pale, naked body, willing on his bed. He touched him lightly with his long fingers, tracing invisible lines on Draco's stomach. He kissed him again, as Draco's erection stared to come on. Lightly, he kissed first his mouth, and then moved down, his neck, shoulders, chest. He found the boys nipple, hard with the cold air in the room. Baring his teeth, he bit it gently, just enough to cause slight pain as his tugged on it, causing Draco to scream in his mounting ecstasy. Leaving Draco's chest, Severus moved down and took his student into his mouth, as Lucius had done to him. He licked him softly at first, lightest touches, minimum contact. Stroking him with his tongue, a kind of blasphemous, forbidden ecstasy, Draco was gasping, begging Severus to not to stop, his hands buried again in the fine black hair . . .He ejaculated, the warm white liquid filling Severus's mouth. He swallowed willingly, and licked up any that had escaped. . .Finished where he was, Severus moved back to Draco's face. "Say my name, Draco," he whispered into his ear, whilst guiding the boys hands round him. "Gods. . ." he groaned. Severus placed his hand on Draco's chest and pushed him further into the bed. "Say it! Say my name. . ." he gasped, with sadistic glee. "Severus. . .please. . ." Severus shivered and released the pressure on Draco's chest, and kissed him again. He rolled Draco over. "Are you ready for this, Draco? Do you want this? Tell me you want this. . ." "You know I do, Severus," moaned Draco from beneath him. Severus grinned into the dark. He reached into the cabinet beside his bed. He fumbled for a moment with the lock and then and drew out a jar. Eyeing the jar knowingly from where he lay, Draco twisted round. "Let me," he whispered, eyes alight. Severus suppressed a smile, and threw himself down on the bed bedsides the blond boy. Draco unscrewed the cap, and carefully scooped some lube out of the container. Setting the jar on the table, Draco covered his hands with the slick grease, knowing with acute enjoyment Severus's growing impatience. "Hurry up, damn you," he growled at the grinning figure. Slowly, and with precision, Draco started fingering the erect cock that waited in front of him. Light touches, nothing more, gently stroking, caressing. Snape moaned needing more. Draco pressed on, soft light touches, becoming steadily more intimate, the boy revelling in the sight of his teacher writhing because of him. Job done, he drew back, and before he knew anything, the Potions Master was on top of him, hands pawing his back like a cat. "Ready?" came the breathless whisper from behind him. "Yes," Draco answered, closing his eyes in anticipation. He had only ever heard of this. . .never before done in, he was nervous. But he trusted Severus. Trusted him with his life. . . Snape moistened a finger, and then inserted it in the crack that waited him. Gently probing, wetting the entrance, he pushed another in, widening the hole in preparation. Eventually, he was satisfied, and in any case, could wait no longer. He lowered himself in, hearing Draco gasp as he touched the sides. He drew a shaky breath and thrust himself all the way in, extracting another pained moan from Draco. He pulled back and thrust again, working up a steady rhythm, needing it now as much as Draco did. Climax reached, Severus drew out and collapsed on the bed beside his flushed student. There was no talk, no gentle whispers, just silence, soothing and forgiving in the air around them. Exhausted, Draco fell into a deep and blissful sleep in Severus's arms, his thoughts finally distracted from his father's death. Severus however did not. He cradled Draco, watching him in his arms, watching as the dying firelight flickered and sparkled on the blond hair. He thought about Lucius. It had been a long time. . .nine years? More? Lucius had been so good. . .Severus closed his eyes and dreamt, golden dreams of golden days.
Hello again, everyone. . . yes it's me again, the annoying one. I thought it was time to make an appearance again, to reassure you of my existence. . .I would also like to thank Silverfox, since she has reviews my fic twice already, both times nicely, as well!! Thanks also go to Gwen and ThreeOranges who remain the only people to have reviewed this yet. . . a-hem. More please ; ) ! This if where the slash starts in earnest. Don't judge me too harshly, I know it's not very good, but I can't seem to improve it. Sorry. For the purposes of this fic, Draco has a private tailor, and doesn't get his robes for Madame Malkin. . .
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. (Which I'm not sure that I want to admit to, but still. . . )
Chapter 4
Golden Dreams of Golden Days
Severus looked into the eyes of his pupil, who seemed to be at a loss of what to do next. He appeared to be struggling with himself about something, but what, Severus didn't know. Finally, he spoke "It's abou. . I'm sorry, sir, but. . ." and with that, Draco pulled his teacher back to him, wrapped his arms around his waist again, and kissed him, softly, on the lips. He stopped and drew back a little, red with embarrassment. Severus stared at him. Oh. Gods. Why? he asked himself, in stunned bemusement. Am I just some irresistible magnet to Malfoys? Not that I'm complaining, but he's a student. . .not even seventh year. . .the small questioning voice was lost in the other depths of his mind. He was so like Lucius. . .so like him. His hair, his eyes. . . alluring silver eyes. . .Can't do this, mustn't do this, this is INSANE! What if Dumbledore finds out? What then, hey? Sacked for a minutes pleasure, gain your senses, Severus Snape! NO! It was a very persistent voice. Severus pushed it away. Draco was offering himself to him. Like having Lucius back all over again. . .he could have Lucius back. . . In an almost dream like trance, he let his long, elegant fingers run over Draco's silky hair. . . so like Lucius. . . "Sir?" Draco whispered softly. "Yes?" he answered, not fully paying attention, entranced by the feel of Draco's soft, soft hair. . . "I think. . . I think I love," the word was spoken carefully, as though he wasn't used to the sound it made, "you," "Are you sure, or do you just think?" he asked, amusedly. "I. . .I do. I think," uttered Draco before leaning up to find Severus's mouth again. They stood by the fire, as Severus had stood with Lucius by his fire, wrapped in each others arms, oblivious to the outer world. After a while, Draco's hand worked its way around his teacher, and found the fastenings to his robes. Carefully, slowly, he worked it undone, and moved down to the next. "Draco?" whispered Snape, pulling back in slight surprise. The spell broke suddenly, letting Severus realise exactly what he was doing. Exactly what was going to happen next. With a pupil. "Sir?" he answered, not stopping his work. So like Lucius. . . "Are you sure you want to. . .?" Hesitantly asked, not knowing whether he wanted to know the answer, The sick feeling in his stomach left by the news of Lucius's death had not left him. . .but he could have Lucius back. . . Silver eyes looked up at the older figure, standing in indecision before him. What was driving him, Severus asked himself, the words lost, drowned out by Draco's voice saying "quite sure, professor," demurely. "In that case. . ." Hesitations and practicality fled from his mind, thinking only of the miniature Lucius that stop before him, so expectantly. . .Severus hurried to find the fastenings to Draco's robes. Were they the same as Lucius's? Yes! Finding the top one, he brought his hand down sharply, undoing every clasp, a trick he had learnt long ago. Draco's robes fell to the floor. "Sir!" he gasped, impressed. Snape smirked. He knew he was good. Silver eyes sparkled again as Draco kissed him, more needy now than before. His hands ran over him, waist back, shoulders face hair, clutching t the slick black strands. Severus shed his own robes easily, and pulled Draco across the room, pushing him onto the four poster bed that dominated the middle of the room. Draco pulled the older man on top of him, as Snape kicked off his shoes. Severus gave a shark like grin, and Draco shivered in anticipation. Snape felt himself harden at the sight of Draco's pale, naked body, willing on his bed. He touched him lightly with his long fingers, tracing invisible lines on Draco's stomach. He kissed him again, as Draco's erection stared to come on. Lightly, he kissed first his mouth, and then moved down, his neck, shoulders, chest. He found the boys nipple, hard with the cold air in the room. Baring his teeth, he bit it gently, just enough to cause slight pain as his tugged on it, causing Draco to scream in his mounting ecstasy. Leaving Draco's chest, Severus moved down and took his student into his mouth, as Lucius had done to him. He licked him softly at first, lightest touches, minimum contact. Stroking him with his tongue, a kind of blasphemous, forbidden ecstasy, Draco was gasping, begging Severus to not to stop, his hands buried again in the fine black hair . . .He ejaculated, the warm white liquid filling Severus's mouth. He swallowed willingly, and licked up any that had escaped. . .Finished where he was, Severus moved back to Draco's face. "Say my name, Draco," he whispered into his ear, whilst guiding the boys hands round him. "Gods. . ." he groaned. Severus placed his hand on Draco's chest and pushed him further into the bed. "Say it! Say my name. . ." he gasped, with sadistic glee. "Severus. . .please. . ." Severus shivered and released the pressure on Draco's chest, and kissed him again. He rolled Draco over. "Are you ready for this, Draco? Do you want this? Tell me you want this. . ." "You know I do, Severus," moaned Draco from beneath him. Severus grinned into the dark. He reached into the cabinet beside his bed. He fumbled for a moment with the lock and then and drew out a jar. Eyeing the jar knowingly from where he lay, Draco twisted round. "Let me," he whispered, eyes alight. Severus suppressed a smile, and threw himself down on the bed bedsides the blond boy. Draco unscrewed the cap, and carefully scooped some lube out of the container. Setting the jar on the table, Draco covered his hands with the slick grease, knowing with acute enjoyment Severus's growing impatience. "Hurry up, damn you," he growled at the grinning figure. Slowly, and with precision, Draco started fingering the erect cock that waited in front of him. Light touches, nothing more, gently stroking, caressing. Snape moaned needing more. Draco pressed on, soft light touches, becoming steadily more intimate, the boy revelling in the sight of his teacher writhing because of him. Job done, he drew back, and before he knew anything, the Potions Master was on top of him, hands pawing his back like a cat. "Ready?" came the breathless whisper from behind him. "Yes," Draco answered, closing his eyes in anticipation. He had only ever heard of this. . .never before done in, he was nervous. But he trusted Severus. Trusted him with his life. . . Snape moistened a finger, and then inserted it in the crack that waited him. Gently probing, wetting the entrance, he pushed another in, widening the hole in preparation. Eventually, he was satisfied, and in any case, could wait no longer. He lowered himself in, hearing Draco gasp as he touched the sides. He drew a shaky breath and thrust himself all the way in, extracting another pained moan from Draco. He pulled back and thrust again, working up a steady rhythm, needing it now as much as Draco did. Climax reached, Severus drew out and collapsed on the bed beside his flushed student. There was no talk, no gentle whispers, just silence, soothing and forgiving in the air around them. Exhausted, Draco fell into a deep and blissful sleep in Severus's arms, his thoughts finally distracted from his father's death. Severus however did not. He cradled Draco, watching him in his arms, watching as the dying firelight flickered and sparkled on the blond hair. He thought about Lucius. It had been a long time. . .nine years? More? Lucius had been so good. . .Severus closed his eyes and dreamt, golden dreams of golden days.