For I am Weak

If, by chance, you are not legally ofthe age to read things with sexual material I need to request you A) Beat it or B) Ask permission of your parents/legal guardian. The last thing I need on my mind is corrupting little kids.

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Chapter Two

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The boy hesitated for a moment then walked to the front of the room, hands behind his back. He was dressed only in his uniform, robes most likely back in his dorm room. His glasses were, once again, taped around the middle and he looked ridiculous. His hair was too long and unruly, looking more like a weed patch than actual hair. He was also too pale, too skinny and his nails were too long…

Severus had a certain standard to maintain and if Harry intended to be around him he'd have to meet that standard as well.

"How are your grades?" He asked sharply, making the boy jump. "I can only hope not as dismal as your Potions grades, otherwise I fail to see how you continue to move along each year."

"They're…average I suppose." He looked a little nervous. "Not like Hermione's, but I've never been in danger of failing."

Average. That could be fixed.

Not that he intended for this to go beyond tonight, so he needed to banish the thought of cleaning up Potter from his mind immediately. The boy was like some kind of annoying kicked puppy; Snape's mind was already figuring out ways to make him better. Just this once, for the sake of the boy…perhaps payback for aiding in the theft of his innocence.

"Ground rules Potter. This never, ever leaves this room. If I even think you've opened your mouth I'll kill you on the spot, and I mean kill you. I'd rather face prison than have anyone know I've stooped to relations with students. Is that clear?"

A shaky nod. Severus nodded to himself, albeit a little grimly.

"On your knees Potter." While the boy moved he undid the fastenings on his robe, while a voice chanted in his mind 'Hell, hell, you are going to burn in hell you old perverted devil.' He didn't mind too much, since he found he rather agreed with the voice's summarization of the situation at hand.

He was indeed bound for hell.

He reached out, running his fingers through Harry's hair and found it to be softer than it looked. Perhaps cutting couldn't be needed…just a little taming. Green eyes were peering up at him through thick lashes and, knowing they were just going to be a hassle later on; Severus removed the teen's glasses and set them aside.

"Well, what're you waiting for Potter? Time to use that mouth of yours for something slightly more productive than driving your teachers insane, don't you think?"

He let his hands drop to the sides of his chair, resolved to not disturbing the teen's process for the time being. Harry's hand shook slightly, but he stayed steady enough to undo his belt and zipper with no great difficulty and withdrew his half-hard cock from the confines of his underwear.

The teen shifted slightly then began to stroke the organ, lightly at first. Severus had to bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud at the feather soft touches. Undoubtedly Potter had no idea what he was doing to him and was more curious than interested in the art of foreplay.

Severus decided he could live with that. After all, if Potter's experience was limited to Weasley, this could be a learning experience…and Severus was, albeit reluctantly, a teacher.

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Harry decided, as he ran his fingers over his teachers cock, that he'd banged his head at some point and was once again unconscious in the Medical Ward…or perhaps even comatose, because his dreams were never this good…

Yeah, that was probably it. He was in a coma.

Saliva pooled in his mouth as he watched Snape's dick harden before his eyes, as his movements became more sure, and Harry was possessed by this really desperate need to suck him. He wanted to take Snape's dick and let it reshape the inside of his mouth, maybe see if he could make his normally stoic teacher lose his cool for a moment…

This would hardly be the first blowjob he's ever given, as he and Ron had spent all of last summer…exploring each other. But he had the feeling that the childish experimentation with Ron in the dead of night, trying to stifle their noises so no else in the Burrow would hear, was a lot different than what his teacher knew.

The thought of what Snape might know was exciting and sent a tremor through his body.

He leaned in and buried his nose in the dip where Snape's thigh turned into his pelvis, sliding his hands up the rough fabric covering Snape's legs. Hands moved to cradle his head, thumbs rubbing over his neck before burying into his hair again.

"I want to fuck your mouth," Snape said, tone perfectly casual and it takes a serious show of willpower on Harry's part to not blush bright red.

He looked up and saw that Snape was almost smiling, though it was still much closer to a smirk, his eyes a narrow curve of deep black. His hands directed Harry to where they both wanted him to be. He opened his mouth and went eagerly, sucking in a breath through his nose as Snape filled his mouth with hard cock.

And if this was a dream, Harry was really okay with never waking up. He was ready to declare it the best coma ever. Because really, there was no way in hell reality would ever be this good… Not his reality anyway. His reality was pain and death and war…

This was so much better.

Snape started off slowly, like he was teasing himself with Harry's mouth, which made Harry moan and curl an arm around Snape's leg. He hadn't been sure about this sort of thing before, but now at that moment he was positive it was possible to get off on giving a blowjob. He swallowed and licked as much as Snape would let him as he reached up to cup Snape's balls and feeling the coarse hairs against his fingertips. It became very clear that Snape was in control of this encounter and it was best he just followed along the best he could…

But that's what he'd wanted, wasn't it?

He grunted and Harry could feel the vibration of it everywhere he touched Snape, because he was half leaning against the man's legs, and the dick sliding back into his mouth made his jaw ache just a little. He was quickly learning a little of Snape's body, starting to understand that this man was nothing like Ron and that everything about the way this body worked was completely different.

He moaned again because…because. It was different and hard and large and his mind was full of all sorts of things that he and Ron had never actually gotten around to doing, but he wanted to do with Snape.

Snape pushed faster, a little deeper, fingers kneading Harry's head.

Harry was hard -- he'd been hard for a while -- and the steely silence from his partner was killing him. Made him want to squirm around so he's humping something other than air. There was nothing but deep, slightly harsh breathing, and it was like Snape didn't need to say what he wanted to do to Harry at this point, because he's just taking what he wants, and all Harry needed to know had already been said, and Snape was really fucking enjoying it.

"Potter," Snape's voice cracked as he whispered his name, a harsh rasp, and that's the only warning he gets before the large head of Snape's dick is pushing at the back of his mouth. He is pretty sure he was lucky to get a warning at all.

He's always been pretty good at swallowing things, and the way he eats, he has to be unless he wants to hire a guy to hang around all day just in case he needs the Heimlich maneuver. Getting food at the Gryffindor table is, at times, a risky task, so whoever can eat the fastest has the best chance at not losing any major limbs.

Oddly enough, gagging while with Ron had never been a problem. Not an insult to Ron, of course, Ron was just…different. He wouldn't have done anything like this, let alone push his cock deep into Harry's mouth and that's why Harry needed this…

Needed someone less gentle and caring who would take and want and show him what to do.

He was pretty sure he'd lost his mind.

He gagged for a few seconds before his survival instinct kicked in (the strongest instinct he had, without a doubt), and then he swallowed. Snape's hands tighten on his head to the point of pain as he swallows again, and Harry's jaw feels like it did the time he speed-chewed twelve pieces of the Twin's special bubblegum on a dare.

Snape groaned when Harry's nose became completely buried in dark curly hairs. His thumbs rubbed light circles over the points of Harry's jaw and Harry was sure that was the most the man planned to let go.

Harry's chin was wet with spit and his own cock ached and he wondered if he was about to cum in his pants, and wouldn't that be embarrassing… Harry could feel the flex of Snape's calf underneath his forearm; could hear the harsh sound of Snape's heavy breathing. Snape is fucking his mouth now, hard and fast, and it took almost all of Harry's concentration to keep up, keep swallowing, and keep his teeth covered.

Harry heard Snape's breath hitch, and then Snape thrust harder a few more times, his hand seeming almost burning hot on Harry's neck, and then he came and Harry tried hard not to choke again. He swallowed, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, until Snape tugged him off his cock with an almost…sort of gentleness that Harry wouldn't have expected.

Then again, he'd had the man's dick in his mouth; he supposed he would have been gentle as well in that sort of situation.

He pressed his face into Snape's warm hip and sucked in breath after breath of air, his lips were swollen and hot. And he could still feel the shape of Snape's cock in the back of his throat. He swallows again, reaching up to wipe at his face.

He was still very much hard, but he was also a little afraid to say anything, least he find himself walking back to the tower to take a very cold shower.

Snape grabbed him by the arm and hauled him before making him sit, a little awkwardly, in his lap. He didn't have a chance to question it, as a warm and calloused hand reached into his pants and boxers before he could even process the motion. He clenched his teeth and let out a small hiss of breathe as the hand closed around him

It became very clear, very fast, that he was going to finish quickly. And all he could think was, well, at least I didn't cum in my pants…

Deciding not to think anymore, he buried his face in the crock of his teacher's neck and shut his eyes tightly as little flecks of light exploded on the back of his eyelids. Snape's fingers were long and thin, his hand suddenly burning against him as the man pumped his cock quickly. His stomach churned and he couldn't help but squirm a little in the man's grasp.

Then he came, and the entire world went fuzzy around the edges for a moment. He went limp against the older man and tried to suck in air like, he imagined, a man who'd almost drowned.

When his mind was firmly back in place, not that it'd been firmly in place when he'd decided to come down here two hours prior, he looked up almost…shyly at his teacher. And found Snape was watching him with a wry sort of amusement.

He was pretty sure he blushed, again.

Then Snape pushed him lightly and he jumped to his feet. He was offered a wet rag, from where he wasn't sure, and he cleaned up the best he could, before the rag vanished. He swallowed, suddenly very aware of the fact he'd just sucked off the meanest teacher in all of Hogwarts' history, and kind of wanted to do it again, as soon as possible, among other things.

Even if it was impossible. Snape could very well lose his job, the entire world could find out and Harry, who loathed national attention already, didn't want any press on something like this, and it could put Snape's life in jeopardy.

He was lucky Snape had even indulged him thus far.

The man regarded him silently for a moment, then turned and opened his desk. He took out a stack of papers and picked up his quill and began to, as far as Harry could see, grade papers. Harry looked at the ground then turned to leave, positive he's just been dismissed.

"I didn't say you could go Potter." Snape hadn't looked up, hadn't even paused in his work, but his tone wasn't exactly commanding. Harry got the feeling he was being offered a choice; leave and let this be forgotten, or stay and…well, stay.

He walked back to where he'd been before and waited. The man finished two more piles of work without so much glancing his way then put away all of his things in a very slow and deliberate manner, giving the appearance of someone who didn't like to have things out of place.

"Potter, against my better judgment, I think I may just decide to keep you. However, if you think for a second this will entitle you to some sort of special treatment, I want you to get that idea out of your head now." He paused for a moment, eyes glittering with something Harry couldn't identify. "It just entitles you to special punishment for your actions. The little adventures into rule breaking you and your groupies are so prone to getting into will either stop, or you'll have to become more creative about it. I suspect the latter will be the route you choose. As such, for being out after curfew, something will be in order. We'll discuss it tomorrow. I'm going to assume you'll find a way to locate my quarters."

Harry nodded, trying to quell the sudden churning in his stomach. He wasn't sure what to make of this just yet.

"You're dismissed then. I'll expect you at eight, no later. I don't allow tardiness."

Harry nodded again then left the room. He made it back without being caught, as it was around three in the morning at this point. Not even the ghosts were out anymore. But he found when he crept back into his dorm room that Ron was up and probably waiting for him.

The redhead looked at him, eyes holding a million questions, none of which Harry was going to answer. So he just shook his head and crawled into bed. Hopefully Ron would believe he was tired and leave it at that.

Then again, Ron was a Weasley, so he very much doubted it…

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Normally there'd be review responses here but I put this up five minutes before I had to run for my bus sooo…yeah. Next chapter. Until then be content in the knowledge that I loves each and every one of ya'll.