Sadly, I don't own these characters…J.K. Rowling and all that.
Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed. You guys are the best. Warning… this chapter get a bit naughty. If you don't like it, go to another fic.

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Lightning ~

Right off, let me apologize for the time it has taken me to get back to you. I was unable to make it to my private mail box were you have been sending your letters. It has been a hellish work week.
I have decided that I will elevate this issue by having my owl stay until you are ready to send your letters. He is called Heathcliff.
Do I have any bizarre talents? Well that really does depend on your definition of bizarre now doesn't it? I can touch the end of my nose with my tongue. If that isn't bizarre enough for you that I think that you are out of luck.
My least favorite part of my job involves my direct subordinates. There are quite a few of them and more often then not I find myself having to take them to task for their less then perfect performances. I will admit that in the past year or so it has gotten quite a bit better.
I placed the ad because I realized that I was lonely. In the past my job, which takes up a large chunk of my time, demanded one hundred percent of my life. I had to dedicate myself to work and almost nothing else. Recently, I was given a promotion of sorts that I had been working toward for years. It has allowed me a large amount of extra leisure time. I decided that now that I have all this free time, I would like to find someone with whom I can share it.
Your tattoo sounds, please pardon the sugary word, adorable. I was impressed that you and your friends had reminders of one another as tattoos. That speaks of a deep and real friendship. Do you still see them? Are you as close as were when you got the tattoos?
How is work going on your end? I do not believe you told me what you do for a living. Is that something that you would mind sharing?
On another, more personal note, what are you feelings on rope? Do you like it? If so what type do you prefer?
It seems I have come to the part of my letter that requires a few questions.
What is your favorite color?
Who is your Quidditch team?
Who is your favorite band?
I think that I will end here for now. I hope you are well and that you didn't think I had abandoned you.
~S~

Dear S ~

I didn't think you abandoned me. I figure that you were busy. It actually worked out. I have had a few quests this past week, so writing would have been hard for me as well.
It's funny that you should ask about my mates. They are who were staying with me. We see each other every Sunday morning for breakfast, though we usually spend at least one evening a week together. They are more then friends. They are my family, the only family I have really. I don't know what I would do with out them. They have saved my neck more then a few times in the past.
What do I do for work? In one word… nothing. I spent six years working my ass off for a specific goal. Once that goal was achieved I decided that I needed to take some time off and relax. It didn't occur to me until I actually tried, that I didn't know how to relax. So I decided to make a project for myself. I bought a house and have been slowly fixing it up over the past year. It can be hard work but every moment has been a complete labor of love.
I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that by asking if I like rope you want to know if I like it in a sexual way. If that is the case, then yes. I have had it used on me a grand total of one time. I know… I am a total sexual deviant. Stand back, I might corrupt you.
Please tell me that you like to tie up naughty men so you can punish them. I am begging you.
My favorite color is green. I actually painted my front door green, that's how much I love the color.
Chudley Cannons, all the way. I grew up a muggle, so I had never heard of quidditch until I got to Hogwarts. I played for Gryffindor while I was there. The Cannons are the very first team I ever heard of. I've supported them since I was eleven.
I like the weird sisters. I saw them play live at Hogwarts a few years back, during the tri-Wizard tournament. Great band, I have all of their albums.
Alright, it is question time. Are you ready?
What is your favorite smell?
Who is your hero?
When and where did you lose your virginity?
I should train Heathcliff to stare you down until you write me back. He hasn't moved an inch since I opened your letter.
~Lightning.

Lightning ~

I should have known that you are a Gryffindor. I'm a Slytherin, class of seventy-eight.
I lost my virginity during the summer before my seventh year, to a man five years older then me, in an appalling quest room that his wife decorated. I will answer your other questions later tonight. How did you lose yours?
~S
PS…I love punishing naughty men. I have a nice dungeon for just that purpose. If you are pretty when you beg, I might just let you see it.

S ~

I am sitting here rock hard and it's your fault. I have been told that I am very pretty when I beg. I love to get on my knees with my ass in the air when I beg. That way I am more exposed to what ever my Dom want's to do.
I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, to my best mate's younger sister. It was weird for a while when she realized it was her that made me realize I prefer blokes. The first time with a guy happened on Halloween my seventh year, in a small alcove near my potions class about an hour after the feast with a Hufflepuff. It was good, but a one time thing.
~Lightning.

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S~

Thank you so much for that recipe! I served it on Sunday night, everyone loved it. People asked me for the recipe and everything.
Can you believe it's been a month already? It feels like so much longer. Though I am sure that's because we write everyday.
I got something you might like the other day in muggle London. My girl friend wanted to get a second ring in each of her ears and I decided that while I was there I might as well get something pierced as well.
I now have a small silver barbell… through each of my nipples. They are still really tender.
What is your favorite position?
What color appears most in your wardrobe?
Weirdest place you have ever had sex?
Because you were a slacker and didn't ask me any questions last time I will answer my own.
I love it when a guy bends me over at the waist and fucks me hard. I also really like to ride.
Green and blue, the women in my life tell me that those colors bring out my eyes.
Well, I told you about that time outside my potions class, so other then that I would have to say Romania. The entire country was new and weird to me, and the sex also took place on the floor of his closet. To this day I have no idea how we got in there.

~L

L ~

I'm sitting here trying to figure out how you fucked in a closet.
I love taking a man from behind. More so if it is spur of the moment, when the only preparation he has had is a lubrication spell. If he is a good boy, and his ass is nice and tight for me, I can usually make him scream from the pleasure and pain of it.
Black, though most of my shirts for work are white in my free time I usually wear black shirts and trousers. I do own one white shirt, but it is rather old. I got it at a muggle concert back in the early eighties. It says, The Smithsc across the front.
Incidentally, I am wearing that shirt right now.
The strangest place I have ever had sex? The back room of an apothecary, it was first time I topped. I had him bent over a barrel of beetles' eyes. I remember, I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep him from moaning so loud he alerted the other customers. To this day he gives me a discount when I go in there.
I'm sorry I didn't ask you any questions. I have a reason for that. I will tell you what it is in the next letter I send. Also, I have a gift for you.
I am going to run, as I am rather pressed for time. I am writing this during my lunch hour.
~S
PS… Will you be home tomorrow around nine O'clock?

S ~
I'll be home. Are you coming over?
~L

L ~
No. Are you inviting me?
~S

S ~
I was thinking about it.
~L

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At 8:59pm Harry sat at his desk, his eyes locked on the piece of parchment that had come in his latest letter from 'S'.
He had been in the middle of making tea when Heathcliff had landed next to Hedwig on her perch. With a scratch on the owls head he removed the envelope. He was taken by surprise when the bird hooted and took off out the window he had entered not even two minutes before.
Curious as to why Heathcliff would take off like that he turned off his kettle, left his tea to steep and pressed his wand to the now familiar seal.
The slanted black scrawl that was now as recognizable as his own started up at him. The note was short, though not as short as the last he had received.

L~

The blank page I have enclosed is part of a two way parchment set. I have had them for years and found them again recently while I was looking through a box in my closet. Much as I love sending you letters, I think that you and I would genuinely enjoy having an actual conversation. Just watch the parchment at nine tonight.
~S

As the numbers on the clock changed black ink appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

Lightning? Are you there?

Harry stared at the paper for a moment, unsure of what to do. He touched the ink that had appeared with the tip of his pointer finger. As he traced his pseudonym he was reminded of Tom Riddles diary from his second year. Snatching up his quill, he dipped it into his ink and began writing.

I'm here. This is S right?

In the bowels of Hogwarts Severus Snape sat at the desk in his sitting room, a smile forming on his lips as he watched the words form on his parchment.

Who else would it be?

I don't know why I wrote that. I was surprised I guess.

Why are you surprised? I told you what the parchment was.

I don't really know. I just wasn't expecting you to just pop up.

I'm sorry. How was your day?

Good. Thanks. You?

Wonderful. Will you tell me something?

Sure.

Where are you in your house?

In my kitchen. I'm sitting at my table.

Lightning…I would like to have you do something for me. But I need to know that you are comfortable doing what I ask.

Harry sat back in his chair and bit his lower lip. Was he comfortable enough with 'S' to do anything he asked? He realized that he was. He got the feeling that no matter what the other man asked him to do, he would do it.

Ask me. If it's something I am uncomfortable with I'll let you know. I promise.

Severus licked his lips. This was going better then he had hoped.

I want you to imagine me. I'm sitting at my desk with my trousers open. I've been thinking about what you wrote to me a few weeks ago. I'm thinking about bending you over this desk. Do you remember telling me about how you like to be fucked?

Harry sat looking at the parchment, his cock in his jeans starting to swell, waiting for the dominant man to continue writing.

Lightning. I know you are reading this. Did you not understand the question? Let me make something clear. I do not like repeating myself. Do you understand me?

Yes. I understand. I'm sorry Sir.

Do you remember telling me about how you like to be fucked?

Yes sir. I told you that I like to be bent over at the waist and fucked hard.

Harry reached down and adjusted his cock. The need to touch himself getting stronger with each word he read.

Are you getting turned on Lightning?

Yes Sir.

Do you want to touch your cock?

Yes Sir.

Then what do you say Pet?

Please Sir, may I touch my cock for you?

Take your cock out Pet. Undo your button, slide down the zip and take out your cock. I want you to pull it out, but do not touch it after that. Is that clear?

Yes Sir.

I've got my cock out Pet. I have it in my hand. Can you imagine it? The way my fingers are wrapped around it, caressing the tip. Do you know what I am going to do? I'm going to make myself cum. I'm going to make myself cum all over that pretty little face of yours. You'd like that wouldn't you Pet?

Harry sat watching the words form across his parchment. He could see everything 'S' was describing to him. The way the thick cock would look with the other mans hand stroking it slowly, fingers dipping down to massage his balls. He wanted to taste that cock in his mouth, feel it against his tongue. The desire to have the other mans cum on his face was overwhelming him.

Yes Sir. I would love to have your cum on my face. Please cum for me. Please.

Severus sat back in his chair, the fingers of his left hand wrapped around his impressive cock. He could feel his balls swelling with cum. The release he had been denying himself for the past week was ready to be let free.

Would you like to touch yourself Pet?

Yes Sir

Stroke that cock for me you little slut. Show me how big of a whore you are. Perform for me. Stroke that cock. I want to watch you get off. I want to watch your balls swell and then get tighter. I want to tongue those balls. Get them wet with my spit. Stroke your cock for me Pet. Make yourself cum like a good boy.

Severus stroked harder, his hand tightening around the base of his cock. He could feel the cum moving, trying to force its way out and onto the imagined face of his dirty little Pet.

Watch the parchment Pet. I'm about to give you that gift I mentioned earlier.

Severus stood and pointed his cock at the parchment, before he was able to draw in his next breath the thick ropes of cum started to explode on to the page in front of him. His slim hips bucking toward the desk, his baser instincts trying to reach the body his cock longed to be in.

Harry licked his lips and watched his piece of parchment in front of him. Waiting for the first glimpse of his gift like a child on Christmas Eve, his green eyes staring as though he might just miss what was his. When the first wet line appeared he bent his face near the page. When the second line started to take shape Harry pressed his face against the parchment. His mind connecting with what he was seeing. His gift, the gift that 'S' had made just for him, was cum. The desire to feel the semen running down his face, sticking to his lips and drying on his cheeks was overwhelming. With one hand moving quickly on his cock Harry picked up his quill.

Sir, may I cum for you? May I please Sir? May I give you my cum?

Severus watched the words form under his release. With a lazy smile he picked up his wand and with a word cleaned the parchment. Slowly, as though he had all the time in the world he dipped the tip of his quill into his ink pot.

Cum for me Pet. I want cum all over the paper I gave you. Show me what a dirty little whore you are.

Harry pulled the parchment off of the table, holding in front of his cock just in time for his cum to land on the words that 'S' had just written. Doing as he was told he covered the page with his fluid. He felt dirty. He had never acted this wantonly before with someone he hardly knew. As he sat back in his chair he signed. He felt wanton and naughty. More then that, more then the sexual and surreal feelings that filled him mind body and soul, he felt good. He felt at peace.

That's a good boy. I knew you were a good Pet. Did you enjoy that?

Yes. Thank you. That was amazing. I've never done anything like that before.

You mean you've never jacked off on command before? I find that hard to believe.

I mean, I have never jacked off onto a piece of parchment before. I've also never jacked of on command for a man I've never met.

Would you like to?

Harry smirked.

I just did…

No. I want to know if you would like to meet me.

Severus took a deep breath, praying to what ever gods were listening that the younger man would say yes.

I'll only answer you if you tell me something.

Alright, what would you like to know?

Well, it's a question I have been meaning to ask you this for a while.

Well get to it Pet.

What type of pants do you wear?

That is your burning question?

Yes, but if you are to scared to answer…

I don't.

You don't what? Get scared?

No you little twit. I don't wear pants. Ever.

You go commando?

Yes. Is that a problem?

Yes.

Really? And what do you suggest I do? Hmm? Should I run out and buy a few pairs of boxers just for you?

No, I mean yes, I would like to meet you. I like that you don't wear pants. It's sexy

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When Harry's alarm went off the next day at noon he had a smile on his face. He had spent hours the night before talking to 'S'. Sitting himself up he noticed that he had a companion in his room. Heathcliff stood perched on the end of his bed with a small scroll tied to his leg. Crawling naked down the length of his mattress Harry untied his note.

L ~

Last night was amazing. I had a wonderful time talking with you.
I hope you also had a wonderful time and that you slept well.
Yours,
~S

It wasn't until Harry stood and stretched that he noticed Hedwig sitting on her perch. With a soft hoot she lifted into the air, only to land noiselessly on his dresser next to another envelope he hadn't noticed. He recognized the handwriting and tore it open.

Harry~

I know you have been busy with the house, so I thought I would send a reminder that we have a lunch date today. See you at one o'clock.
Albus. ~*~

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