Disclaimer: I do not own. At all. If it was in the original Harry Potter universe, it is not mine. At all. This plot is about it.
Warnings: this is slash. If you do not like this, this chapter… yes the one you are currently reading. Is definitely NOT for you. If this doesn't bug you… well then by all means. Enjoy!
A/N Hello. Just a little something to feed the inner demons and keep the jackals away. It's something that has been on my mind for a long time I just never could get it down in writing…. Or which story it was going to go in. But its filler. Just this one. It's okay. I will update soon. I just could not not write this. Allons-y!
He tingled. It was the most basic explanation his hazy mind could come up with as the man's body melded with his. The firm hands started at his jaw clutching at both sides of his face as if holding on for dear life. Soft lips dueled with his. Melding, melting, a battle for dominance he gladly lost as the usually sharp tongue coaxed his into the age long ritual. The hands smoothed down his neck and flattened against his chest, barely resting as they fell to his hips and pushed him forcefully into the wall behind him.
He soared; as the sting from impact matched the reunion of their bodies. The frantic pull of emotions as he tried to get his hands to touch every piece of skin, any piece that they could. They gripped at his shoulders as the hands reached behind his thighs and pulled him up. He wrapped his legs around the thin trim waist and the hands settled on his ass, gripping, flexing, pawing, pulling him closer, and pulling him away.
He touched the clouds; as he pulled himself up and flung his head to the side against the wall. The thin lips attached to his collar bone. Biting, licking, and sucking. His hands moved the long neck and pulled the head up as he force their lips to crash together once more. His back slid against the wall as he was deposited on the thin window ledge that was there. His hands curled into the long hair as the man once again removed those sinful lips and bit his neck.
He fell; as the hands gripped his hips tighter, Bruising; as they brought his burning arousal against that of the other man. Both moaning out at delicious friction it caused. The thin fingers slipped beneath his shirt and caressed the burning skin beneath. Slipping beneath the waist band and pulling him even closer. He moved his hands down the man's chest. Slipping them past the hundreds of buttons and diving into the black folds of the cloak he wore to connect with the hot skin beneath. Firm abdominal muscles flexed sending spikes of arousal down his spine. The man growled and forced their mouths together, sending his tongue to taste, to devour anything; everything. His hands skimmed around ribs and gripped tightly at the shoulder blades as he let out a gasp.
He crashed; as the tongue coaxed his into the others mouth and lips closed around the silver bar; sucking, pulling every thought from his mind as they continued to crash their hips together. Gyrating. Pulsing. The simple sighs, gasps, grunts, growls pulling at his heart strings.
Hands released him and crashed into the wall on both sides of his head. The other source of heat pulling away. The mouth slowly releasing his. His tongue pulling slowly back into his own mouth. They breathed deeply. His chest expanding; pulling in the air that his body desperately needed. His eyes opened, fixing on the ebony pools in front of him. They pulled him in. Devoured him. Set his body on fire when there was nothing left to burn. They said everything that the man in front of him could not.
Whoever moved first was not known. They dove in, met, devoured, tasted, touched, felt, sighed, and fed to the flames. Hips pushed into his with renewed vigor. His body pressed harshly into the corners of the window. The pain sharpening his mind as hands fell again to his hips and pushed both into the abyss.
He gripped the face tightly, not remembering moving them. He pulled him closer. Trying to feel every inch of his body connect with that of the body in front of him. He trailed the ball against the lips, slipping his tongue past the barrier running it along the other muscle. Letting the metal trail against the roof, pulling as many sounds he could from the stoic man.
Bodies pressed together, built up, and crashed. Color exploded behind eye lids as the man bit his lip. Regaining dominance as they sprinted towards the edge. And threw themselves off.
He understood the harsh pant, whines, mewls of passion; they all came from him. It was the name.
The words that released from his lips that caused him to wake. Lurching forward from the sweat soaked sheets screaming. The ebony eyes burning into his soul.
"Severus!"
A/N so there you are. Your filler for the day that says so little but tell so much. Yes it's short. But is it good? That is your department. I happen to like it. But let me know will ya. I can never tell with you people… seriously a bunch of blank faces. Well that probably has to do with the fact that I have not met any of you… that I know of… o.O… well… okay TTFN!