A/N: Well Severus' reaction to the recent 'events' is bound to be interesting... no?

Severus cursed inwardly as he scowled at the students assembled in the great hall. How could he have given in to a child?! This was preposterous! He was going to find the brat who dared to do this and skin him alive. No, he did not enjoy it, not even the sensual part! Okay maybe he did a little! However, that was beyond the point! How dare a mere brat embarrass him so?! He used a bloody whip on him! Him! Severus Snape, the ex-death-eater, git of the dungeons and the one who could scare living daylights out on practically every student under his care as well as most of the aurors! HOW had the brat pulled one over him? When he finds the insufferable dunderhead… He growled as Minerva frowned at his odd mood.

His eyes raked over the four houses- the smug snakes, the oddly subdued lions, the Ravenclaws with a book each and Hufflepuffs chatting as usual though quietly for a change. He considered the man who had attacked him and characterized the individual. He was inclined to think the man was a Gryffindor for the sheer idiocy and bravery it must have taken to accost the headmaster. However, he wondered if it wasn't a snake with the cunning he had displayed. Then again the spells used were so obscure that it could be a raven. The only house he didn't think housed the brat was Hufflepuff. He hid a grimace as he hid the slight twinge in his back- the brat had been fierce.

Severus spent the entire day in a foul mood, swinging from anger to annoyance to short trips into reliving the passion. It irritated the man to no end that he had allowed himself to be captured. It was truly twisted that he had even enjoyed the touch of his tormentor- truly he hadn't liked that whip but the crop was a different story. It was with horror that he realized he wanted a repeat of the encounter minus the pain of course. He'd even put up with the pain if he could get those delicious shudders once again. He shook himself violently and cursed in every tongue he knew at the thought running through his head.

It was an hour before dinner… maybe he could indulge. He smirked and flicked his wand to lock the doors to his office. Another spell took care of the nosy portraits. He sadly realized he had no face to imagine but was content to recall the feel of the rough hands. The hands sported long fingers like his own but were much squarer, strong and looked to belong to someone who was used to hard work. Perhaps, he liked playing with plants? They had felt glorious on his abused back and even better when they played with his hardened nipples.

Severus groaned as he remembered the sensations and bolted out of his chair to pace furiously. This was ridiculous! He wasn't a scrawny teenager needing to relieve himself! By Merlin, he could just go to the muggle world for a quick lay! As quickly as his temper flared, Severus deflated and slumped into the chair again. He couldn't help but imagine those hands on him. The way he massaged his bum and then slowly and torturously prepared him only to offer to stop. He growled in frustration. The brat had to be a bloody Gryffindor- the noble fools! But it felt good to be asked… it felt like he was treasured even if it was merely an illusion. He sighed and palmed himself absently, his thought entirely on the identity of the man of shadows.

He smirked. He needed a name anyway… Shadow would do until he gave his name anyway. Wait… until he gave his name? Severus frowned at the knowledge that he fully expected to meet his secret lover of sorts again. That was awfully optimistic of a spy but Severus couldn't help but hope. He wouldn't even try to look for the identity if he could have that human touch and relief that came from knowing not everyone hated him… well he hoped the actions previous evening were not of hate- they weren't out of love but Severus hoped somewhere deep in his heart that it was not of hate.

His thoughts returned to the rough pair of hands and he mimicked their motions hesitantly; stroking, touching and caressing where Shadow had. He could almost feel the warm mouth on him with his eyes closed like this. Unbidden one of his hands went to finger his pucker. Normally, this would have disturbed him greatly… after all he had never willingly bottomed for anyone before. But somehow, submitting to Shadow felt nice… right even. If that didn't sound like a soppy romantic, he didn't know what did.

Severus concentrated on his task wishing it wasn't just him in the room. It would have to do, however, until he could meet the mysterious Shadow again. The thought was enough to bring him over the edge and he braced himself for the release… which never came. Severus' eyes widened and he dropped his pants completely and stared at his engorged member looking nearly purple as it strained. His eyes flicked to the base where to his utter astonishment there was a silver ring snugly assuring that he would not be able to spill his seed. In his frantic attempt to remove the thing, he tugged at it, and finally resorted to magic. Neither worked quite as he had hoped. The tugging only caused some pain and discomfort whereas the magic simply washed over his skin arousing him further.

Taking a few calming breaths, he cursed Shadow… only he was able to put this on him. He wondered how he had not noticed it in the shower and came to the conclusion it was likely a spell. His mind, quite obviously, refused to work but he forced it nonetheless. He conjured a bucket of ice and set about cooling himself. It didn't help much but the redness receded a little and the pressure from the ring subsided just a bit. To Severus' shock his member was still quite happily standing straight and refused to lie down despite thinking of revolting images involving rats and naked hags. He slowly conceded that the brat was most definitely a Slytherin and he'd have to find a way to find him and soon.

Just then a pop drew his attention to the tabletop where a green colored parchment lay innocently. He was only glad it wasn't a blasted elf. He looked at it curiously and wondered what it was. Ignoring his problem for a moment he ran a few tests finding no hexes and the like. He grabbed it and concentrated on reading it.

Having fun? Go have dinner before someone comes to find you. Go to our room after.

Our room? He silently mouthed with a raise brow. Somehow the brat knew what he was up to. A faint blush stole onto his face but he wasn't mortified. It probably had to do with the fact that he would possibly be meeting Shadow later as soon as dinner was finished. He couldn't wait. He frowned at his prominent problem and carefully tucked it in- he had no hope of getting rid of it in time. He was just glad his voluminous robes would be able to hide it well. As long as he managed to carefully not think about dangerous things he should be fine. Fixing a scowl he exited the headmaster's office scowling at every shadow.

Minerva looked over to the now headmaster and traitor Severus Snape and noticed something off about the young man. She was horribly angry at him for betraying their trust. To think she even considered him a friend! Somehow, she still found herself worried for the man and she couldn't fathom why. She decided it was none of her business and concentrated on the food. If she had looked a little longer, she might have noticed a small smile and a mischievous glint in the man's eyes.

It was almost with a bounce in his step that Severus made his way to the same room he had been abducted in. He felt it was quite strange and a really stupid thing to do but he was past caring. It was funny how it had been only twenty-four hours. He was well aware that trusting the brat was out of the question but he could do some mutual stress relief. His grin would have scared the toughest of the seventh years before he schooled it into a scowl and opened the door.

"Shadow, you bastard… what did you do to me?!" He snarled into the dark room, certain the man in question was already in there. He had his wand out ready to curse him.

"Shadow?"

"It's what I have decided to call you."

"I see. Put away the wand, Severus, it won't do anything." He laughed when he came into view apparently able to hide in the shadows as his name suggested. Snape grinned and sent a stinging hex at him, only to realize nothing happened.

"You don't think I'd let you hurt me? No, in this room, your magic will not work."

"And what stops you from hurting me?" Severus asked.

"Nothing." Shadow whispered into his ear as one hand cupped his groin. "I see you were having quite a bit of fun Severus. Tell me, were you desecrating the headmaster's office?"

"It's my office…"

"Hmm… true. What were you imagining, Severus? My hands? Lips?"

"What makes you certain that I was thinking of you?"

"The spell would not have reacted had you not been thinking of me."

"So it was a spell."

"Yes, something I had hoped to use on my lover… then again I suppose I have claimed you as such." Severus snorted in amusement.

"You could have warned me."

"Apart from the fact that you were out cold? I wanted to see if you'd desire me as well."

"Slytherin."

"Perhaps."

"Enough talking."

"I agree." Shadow stepped back and sat imperiously on the bed that had somehow appeared. Severus' mouth felt incredibly dry at the sight of the furniture. "Get out of those clothes Severus." It was a thinly veiled command, one the potions master was only too happy to comply with. He removed his robes, setting them neatly in the chair near him. It seemed to amuse Shadow but Severus didn't understand why. His shirt joined the robes a moment later. He glanced at the man nervously and realized he was waiting for everything to be gone. Suppressing a naughty grin, he placed his foot on the chair turning so his rear end was displayed through the fabric of the trousers. He was rewarded by a sharp breath behind him and raised his brow in the youth's direction. A quiet laugh echoed as he slowly removed his boots and socks. Severus smiled to himself and removed his trousers staring into what he hoped were the boy's eyes. It was unnerving seeing no features but he of all people could appreciate the need for that particular spell.

"You have a bit of minx in you, don't you Severus." Shadow asked as he came to stand in front of him. "Finish the task." Severus smirked and dropped the last piece of clothing slowly. He turned to carefully place the garment on his neat pile, knowing that a pair of eyes was taking in his rather pert ass. He felt rough hands descend on his hips and pulling him into a warm body. One hand roamed with abandon and Severus allowed himself to moan in pleasure. It seemed to drive Shadow crazy if the tightening of the hand on his waist was any indication. Vindictively, he started moaning louder until a still metallic but gruff voice ordered him onto the bed.

"On hands and knees." Severus was too far gone to even think of protesting. Lips and hands were everywhere making his loud moans less of an act. He was stretched and entered almost impatiently and Shadow set a furious rough pace from the start. As much as he enjoyed the gentle coupling of before, this roughness was also welcome to his immense surprise.

Severus was almost sad it was over but he forgot the other party was probably a young man of not more that seventeen years of age and was quite capable of recovering in mere minutes. Severus Snape found himself being pounded into for another round. He curled his hands around a pillow and rested his head on it as Shadow supported his body and simply enjoyed the sensations running through his body. He only got a little worried when he came a second time with Shadow still thrusting wildly- Shadow came with a shout a minute later. They lay slumped for a while.

"I take it the ring is gone?" Severus asked as he finally had his breath under control.

"Of course not." The boy snorted.

"Then… what… how?" It wasn't easy to make him confused but this man seemed a natural at it.

"It's my own spell. It activates when you think of sex and once activated will only allow you release when I let you. Either my presence or my will must be present."

"I thought you said it was keyed to you." Severus asked suspiciously.

"That was another spell… a temporary one tied in to this one."

"Let me guess… it also lets you know…"

"Yes."

"Clever. I haven't read of anything remotely similar."

"I created it." A small kiss to his neck and the man chuckled. "You ask too many questions Severus."

"I want to know what I am afflicted with!"

"It's not a disease." The man laughed. "When you feel like it come to this room. I'll know and come to you."

"If you can't?"

"I'll send you a message."

"Like the strange note earlier."

"Yes. Just refrain from indulging during school hours. Hmm?" Shadow nuzzled his cheek.

"I never…"

"You did just today." Severus scowled. His lips got captured before he could reply with a caustic comeback and Shadow was on top of him. This time he took it slower and nipped at every sensitive patch of skin he could find and took his time seemingly tasting every inch. To Severus' annoyance his nipples were abused quite thoroughly but it had the desired effect. Shadow's lips were never far from his own as they lost themselves in each other. The poor potions master couldn't help but think 'if only this were real'.

The slow gentle coupling seemed to sap at the older man's strength and once again he passed out after a rather loud release. Shadow chuckled and cuddled with him for a while before tucking the man in and returning to his lair. The mysterious man was thinking of ways to make the man his permanently… it would take a lot of work and a lot more planning.

Well? What do you think?