Adventures In Life Drawing

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"I don't know." It almost sounded like Draco was choking back a sob. Harry let go of the other's wrist and stood.

"That's what I thought. Go to bed, Draco. Forget it happened. It shouldn't have happened. I suppose you'll hate me in the morning."

Before Draco could muster up a reply, Harry was gone.

Chapter Ten: Impudence

Once Harry was out of the Slytherin common room he leaned his forehead against the dungeon wall and tried to calm down. He felt like he was smoldering with anger - at himself, Draco, the entire situation. How was he supposed to face him in class tomorrow? He straightened up and started to walk away when he heard approaching footsteps and suddenly realized he'd forgotten something very important. The cloak.

Harry looked around frantically for a doorway to duck into, or something to hide behind but there was nothing down the long narrow hall.

"Lumos," said a deep, growling voice, belong to the only person it could belong to: Snape. "If it isn't Harry Potter, everyone's hero," he spat out. "Just what in Merlin's name do you think you're doing down here?"

Harry began to mutter his explanation but Snape cut him off.

"Never mind that. Follow me this instant."

As they made their way to Snape's office, Harry felt his anger burn to the highest intensity. Snape opened the door and nearly threw him inside. Harry spun around as the door slammed.

"Out with it, now. What do you think you're doing at this unholy hour in the dungeons? And don't you dare say you were taking a leisurely stroll."

Snape, who was still a bit taller than the other, loomed over Harry menacingly, but Harry was not in the mood to be intimidated.

"What was I doing?" He drew himself up to his full height. "Alright. I was snogging your favourite student in the Slytherin common room. He asked me in and then he begged for it."

Snape's eyes flickered and narrowed.

"I won't have you lying to me," he said dangerously. "Tell me the truth."

"He was falling all over himself for a chance to stick his tongue in my mouth."

Harry knew he was playing with fire, but the words came rushing out anyway. Snape looked like he was ready to either strangle him or ravage him. The two stared at each other for several moments before Snape stalked away.

"You think you can do as you please. Roam the school, go where you want, do what you will. Out there you may be the faultless hero of the wizarding world, but in my dungeons you are nothing. You are less than nothing."

"Never the less, it's true," Harry said, his face growing redder. "Your opinions can't change the fact that one of your house invited me down here with less than noble intentions."

Harry knew it wasn't the complete truth, but he enjoyed the cold anger radiating from the potion master's being. Snape did not look at him.

"I can't pretend that I haven't noticed something of an... affinity developing between you and Draco, as abhorrent as that may be. And I can't say that I haven't heard of your inclination toward men."

Harry snorted. Snape turned to him abruptly.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you ogling in that bloody waste of time class Lupin cooked up." Snape smirked as Harry looked away. He continued. "It's almost like you're infatuated with those who would degrade you. Or is it just by chance that you've chosen Slytherins time and time again?"

Harry fixed Snape with an icy glare. "Maybe I should look elsewhere. It would seem that Slytherins aren't capable where it counts."

The air between them was charged with fury and desire. Harry could feel his cock straining against his jeans and he knew that this had not failed to be noticed by Snape.

"Leave," Snape said in almost a whisper. "Now."

Harry moved not toward the door, but in the other's direction until he was merely inches away.

"I don't think you really want me to."

"Get . the hell . out."

Harry leaned forward. "Fuck . you."

Before another second could pass, Harry found himself being slammed against the stone wall with a bruising force. The potion master brought their lips together savagely, seizing a tuft of Harry's hair in one hand while shoving the other down the front of the Gryffindor's jeans. Harry could not stop himself from moaning into the older man's mouth. Snape tore his lips away.

"I'll show you who's fucking capable," Snape hissed in his ear. "You'll be the one begging, you little slut."

Snape let go of Harry's hair and quickly removed his jeans, shirt and underwear. He then did away with his own robe, letting it slide down his body. Harry watched as the black fabric hit the floor and he saw what had excited him so much in life drawing. He only got a quick glimpse before Snape pressed his naked body roughly against Harry's. Snape dug his nails into the flesh on Harry's hips and bit into his neck. Harry knew that there would be marks there for days to come. It hurt, but the sensation was not entirely unwanted.

Snape bent down and put Harry's legs over his shoulders one at a time. He then straightened up, scraping the other's back against the wall.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Snape growled. Harry looked into the other's eyes, but was silent. Snape wrapped his long fingers firmly around the back of Harry's neck. "You want me to fuck you."

Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yes. Please. Fuck me."

Without hesitation, Snape pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance and pushed in. Harry's eyes flew open and he gasped. In a moment of consideration, the master let the other man have a few seconds of adjustment before he began his motions. With each powerful thrust, Harry felt the wall raking against his back. Snape pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking roughly.

"Oh, yes," Harry breathed. "Fuck me."

Snape thrust harder and faster as Harry reached down and wrapped his hand around his own erection. He fisted himself in rhythm with the thrusting.

"You're a tight little slut," Snape hissed at him. The more Snape said, degrading or not, the closer Harry felt to the edge.

"Keep talking," said Harry, pumping his hand faster.

Snape was muttering a stream of degrading comments and filthy language into Harry's ear. Unexpectedly, he sunk his teeth into Harry's neck, causing the Gryffindor to release his pleasure. A few moments later, he came inside Harry with a deep thrust and a grunt. Harry slid one leg off Snape's shoulders and the potion master let him slip to the ground. His legs were trembling. As Snape backed away, Harry noticed that his semen was dripping down Snape's muscular chest. He wanted to remember that sight forever.

"That was amazing," Harry finally said, breaking the silence. Snape spelled the mess off of his chest and picked up his robe.

"Now, get out."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "What?"

"Out," Snape said more loudly. "What did you think I was going to do? Cuddle you to sleep? Get out!"

Harry wasn't sure why he cared, but he felt rejected. "What if... what if I tell someone? What if I tell someone you forced me into it?"

Snape didn't even seem fazed. "You won't."

"How can you be so sure?" His blush deepened as Snape stalked towards him.

"Because you wanted it. Because you'll want it again. And, most of all, because you, little Gryffindor, would feel guilty for lying."

Harry raised his chin defiantly, but deep down he knew Snape was right on all accounts. True, the man had never treated him with respect, but that didn't warrant his complete ruin.

Snape bent down, picked up Harry's jeans and underwear and shoved them into the other's arms. "It's settled. Get out, or I'll give you a detention for your impudence."

Harry quickly dressed and exited the office. He was embarrassed, but that felt better than thinking about Draco. Once he returned to the dormitory, he fell into bed fully clothed, exhausted. He was ready to pass out, but suddenly a figure rushed toward him.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?"

It was Ron. Harry moaned with annoyance and rolled over. Ron sat on the edge of his bed.

"No where."

"I couldn't sleep," Ron continued. "I thought for sure you were caught. What've you been doing?"

Harry shook his head. Ron sighed, and muttered muffliato in the direction of the other beds and then pulled the hangings.

"I wish you'd just tell me. Lumos."

Harry squinted against the light from Ron's wand.

"I was just in the dungeons. I'm fine."

Ron gasped. "You don't look fine. You look like you've been attacked."

Harry looked at the bruises on his arms, and then felt around his tender neck. He had forgotten to cast a concealment charm.

"I wasn't attacked," he muttered.

"Then what?" Ron shook his head. "Those look like... bite marks."

"Because they are."

Ron's jaw dropped. "You and Blaise didn't... after he dropped you like a hot cake?"

Harry shook his head.

"Harry," Ron said in a warning tone. "You're always telling Hermione everything. Stop leaving me out."

"I thought you didn't want to hear about my homo-escapades..."

Ron crossed his arms. "You can't show up, looking like you do, and not tell me what happened."

Harry bit his lips. He didn't want anyone to know what had just happened between him and Snape. He wasn't completely ashamed of his actions, but he knew that even his best friends would judge him. He decided on half the truth.

"Okay. After I helped Draco put Blaise's drunk ass in bed, we were talking and he ended up kissing me."

Ron's mouth fell open, and a barrage of words came out. "You're kidding me. He did all that to you? I thought he was straight? What about when he kissed Hermione? It was a cover up after-"

"Ron!"

"Sorry."

Harry gave a small chuckle. "I'd just rather not talk about it. It didn't end well."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Let's just say that I think he was only curious, and I got a little angry."

"Ahhhh." Ron nodded his head with understanding. "Well, I won't say anything."

"Thanks, mate," Harry sighed. "I'm beat."

"Yeah," Ron replied, opening the curtain and moving back to his own bed. "Night."

"Night," Harry said in return. He took off his glasses and rolled over. There would be a lot to face in the morning.