The 12 Days of X-Mas

gyspy, absinthe, amethystangel, Fleur de Lis, Katie K, and cupotrevor are my life savors. Your comments are gold :D

libldyjean, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I'm terribly glad I could make your day that little bit brighter; it's what I live for :D Have a happy Christmas, late or otherwise.

Anon, I am aware that the 12 days begin after the 25th but the world as a general rule is not so I decided to stick with what the world is familiar with. Thank you for pointing it out, though. :D I'd still be stuck with DOS if people didn't point things out to me.

Well this is about an hour early (11:00). I live in California so I'm the last person to go to bed out of all of you (sorry! You'll just have to read it on X-mas morning like you should :D). Here's my gift to Fandom, I hope you enjoy.

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He was outside in the biting cold high up on a little used broom, thinking. He was mad... furious, had every right to be. But it wasn’t the blinding rage that many would probably expect. No, it was much more personal than blasting his room to bits and breaking every mirror in sight. He folded inward, looked at himself and wondered if he was really so revolting that he warranted a practical joke on Christmas. He was hurt at the deception, the lies, for that was all he had ever been given. It was the story of his life and Severus was truly tired of it all.

Albus had once thought him suicidal but that had never been an option for him. He was self destructive, true, but he wasn’t going to take his own life, no matter how very bleak it seemed to be just now. His knowledge was needed, even if his presence was spat upon.

The broom dipped and he steadied it with one hand, bringing it back to its previous height and position. He wasn’t one to zoom about at neck break speeds in an attempt to out fly his problems. But he did appreciate the complete seclusion a few thousand feet gave one at six am. He let out a sigh and his throat closed around another sound entirely. With sad eyes he looked at his hands, pale and thin, bony yet dexterous. Such ability was contained in these hands, in this mind, and for that he suffered the lack of beauty. It didn’t bother him then, it didn’t bother him now, but he put up the pain it brought him.

It was long after twelve noon when Severus finally brought his broom down from the startling height and made his way blindly down to his chambers. He strangled the urge to scream at finding the door open, wards down, and Remus Lupin inside. The werewolf turned sharply at a sound Severus could not hear. The concerned expression he found on the professor’s face was almost more than he could handle. He didn’t need their pity, not after what they did to him. What they would continue to do to him.

“Severus. Your door was open and no wards were up. I was concerned and when I didn’t find you here I decided… to wait… Severus are you all right?”

Snape couldn’t decide if he wanted to sneer at the man or hex him into the ground. He decided on nothing at all and instead gave his open door a long, measured look.

“Severus?” Snape found a warm hand on his. “You’re freezing. How long were you outside in this weather? Severus, look at me!” Snape turned abruptly at the sharp command and found frightened eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me, Lupin…” his voice was soft, low, completely devoid of any emotion that could give away the turmoil that boiled beneath the blank surface. “Were you in on the bet too? Or was that just him and the grounds keeper? Were you part of the whole charade?”

“What?”

“Did you suggest a few of the gifts, perhaps?” his voice was rising to a steady hiss. “Maybe even went out to purchase a few of them?!” The word was emphasized by the loud smack of the goose paperweight hitting Severus’ hand. He shook it under the werewolf’s nose.

“Severus, what are you talking-“

“Perhaps you helped devise the master plan, orchestrated the whole job.” His voice had dropped again. “What did you call it, Lupin? Operation Twelve Days? The foolery job? Has today been nominated as make-Severus-look-like-an-idiot day!?” He was yelling now, “Tell me, Lupin. Because I’m dieing to know who was behind all this and you seem to be there at just the right times.”

Remus backed up slowly, truly surprised and no little bit confused at this abrupt turn of events. Severus followed him step for step, herding him toward the exit as his voice dropped again to a hiss. “But no. You won’t tell me, nor will you rat out your little gang because that would break rule number one, wouldn’t it. And we can’t have that.” He took a steadying breath. “Get out of my rooms, Lupin. Get out of my rooms, get out of my life and by Merlin, Salazar and whatever merciful God that is listening, STAY OUT!” The door slammed abruptly in the startled wolf’s face. Severus decided he needed a drink. But that, of course, led him to the wine cabinet and the three hens, and thus, back down his original trail of thought.

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He was drunk. He was still unsure of his exact thoughts toward the previous week. He didn’t know who his suitor… or suitors were. And to top it all off, Albus wished to speak with him.

Fine.

Albus would get his conversation and Severus would then go back to his wallowing and get as pissed as was physically, magically, and mentally possible.

Of course, he should have remembered that a conversation with the old goose would not go smoothly, but he was completely hosed. Could you really blame him for such a trivial detail?

“Severus, my boy, I need to know what is wrong. You haven’t acted like this since…” The old man paused, “Well since your father died.”

“oh yes…” That was said with a brilliant smile and a quirked head. “Silly old geezer, I always wondered when he’d kick the bucket. Did you know he actually tried to kill himself once? Said he was too old to keep on living and actually got as far as making a poison in gramp’s lab before mum stumbled in on him and gave ‘em a piece of her mind.” He smiled again. “heh, yea that was a good one, that. Would-a loved to see it a second time.”

“I’m sure, but back to the topic at hand?”

“My being completely pissed, you mean.”

Albus gave a delicate cough. “Well… yes, among other things.”

“Well you see, it all started out last Monday, the thirteenth…

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Severus stumbled out of his fireplace and clutched his head against the spinning and general pain of traveling via floo after having been forcefully divested of all things alcoholic in less than a minute.

“Severus, thank Merlin you’re here.”

Snape forced himself upright and fought his spinning vision. “Draco Malfoy.” He said a bit more sharply than he intended.

“I must apologize, Sir.” The aforementioned Malfoy said very formally. “It was partially my idea.”

“You were in on it too, then” He pointed a slightly quivering finger in the man’s general direction, still not trusting his vision to take any movement forward.

“There are exactly two of us, Sir. … Remus Lupin was not one of them. There was no bet, the comment was made in jest and meant to goad you.”

Severus’s bran slugged through that collection of information very slowly. “I must owe him a very large apology…” he muttered. “Tell me, Draco!” Severus stepped forward when he was satisfied that there were not six of the man he was referring to. He pointed a long finger into that thin chest. “For I have but one question.”

“… yes… sir?”

Severus took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What, exactly… does a collar, have to do with drums? He smirked as though he had just answered an impossible riddle.

Draco faltered, recovered, and grinned. In a moment of impulse he grabbed Severus and gave him a thorough kiss. “You, sir. Are impossible. The remainder of your holiday is waiting in the other room; I expect a full afternoon of nasty details.”

It was Severus who was left surprised when Draco swept out of his rooms and burst into song before the door even closed.

--//--

Harry Potter, formally known as The Bane Of My Existence, had taken it upon himself that year, to seduce the potions master of Hogwarts. I can’t really say what drew him too me, or what drew me to him, but I probably would have never admitted anything that week if it weren’t for his initiation of the attraction. You already know the story, how it all happened, and I’m glad to say everything was cleared up with Lupin during the next week. Harry and I are still together, and will be for a very long time if I have anything to say about it; but with the story told there isn’t much left to say.

Oh? What’s that?

You want to know what happened when Draco left the room, do you?

Well I suppose if you’re going to know the story, you’ll know the whole story. Be sure all your children are… busy.

--//--

Severus turned with no little apprehension toward his bedroom. The doves in their cage twittered at him, though if it was encouragement or warning he didn’t know. He pushed opened the ajar door to find a tall man with his back to Severus. He had on a long black cloak that Snape recognized as one of his own. That thatch of black hair he would recognize anywhere as also something he owned from this day forth.

“Potter.”

The man turned, green eyes brilliant without the mask of a pair of spectacles. He remained silent, merely held out to Severus a pair of tickets. Tickets that Snape immediately recognized as a pair of passes to a very liberal Club. There was a choice to be made, and it was his to make. Accept those tickets, and a relationship with this man, or evict him from the room and never hear a word about this association again.

Snape shook his head sadly, there was only one decision he could have ever made

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It was a popular night, Christmas day and Severus found himself almost trembling with anticipation and excitement. He remained outwardly calm, however, and gently tugged on the chain wrapped around his fingers, guiding the robe ensconced man behind him directly to the front of the line. The Club was hidden away in an obscure corner of the wizarding world. If you needed to ask where it was, you would never find it. If you needed to inquire about the price of tickets, you couldn’t afford them. It had no name, it didn’t need a name. Most of the goings on were probably highly illegal but those who could find it were those who already knew where it was… and that didn’t include the ministry.

Severus flicked his pair of tickets into the bouncer’s line of vision and walked in without so much as a ‘thank you, sir.’

Once inside he instantly procured an empty table, off to the side but with a clear view of the grounds. Harry rolled smoothly to his knees and discarded his cloak. Severus strangled the sharp intake of breath that gave away his surprise. It was the first time since accepting the tickets he had seen his soon-to-be lover and the wait had been well worth it.

Nothing but a few well-placed leather straps marred the perfect skin of his pet and even those were not enough to preserve his modesty. No, they were instead meant to enhance his masculinity and boy did they do the job well. His cock was half-hard and framed in black leather. His torso and arms were also lined with the stuff, as were his legs. It flexed and rolled with his movements, remaining in place no matter what position Harry took.

Severus himself was dressed simply. Commando under a pair of form-fitted slacks and a black T-shirt, there was nothing hiding his obvious arousal and it was there than Harry’s unwavering gaze was locked. Severus cupped Harry’s cheek gently and the man flicked his gaze up to meet the professor’s. He pushed into the caress but when no further movement was gained he settled for resting his cheek on Severus’ knee. There were no few sighs from lookers-on but the pair didn’t hear a thing.

How long Severus sat there, staring into those depthless green eyes he had no idea but a brisk beat on the dance floor worked its way into his fogged brain and he twitched the chain. “Dance for me…” His voice was low, husky with unfulfilled need.

Harry complied quickly, tangling the length of chain around his fingers as it left Severus’s hand and drawing it above him as he worked backwards onto the dance floor, hips already grating to the beat of the music. Foreign hands reached out to touch, to coax and caress but Severus didn’t let a single one come in contact with what was his. Wandless magic came in handy some times... now was one of those times.

The music changed, faster and Harry morphed to fit it. He ground the air, turned about once and smirked at Severus who was having difficulty restraining himself. A pointed groan gave a sexual undertone to the music as a pair gave into the primal urge and several turned to watch with cheers. Harry’s eyes never left contact with Severus’s as the noise changed from music to heated passion.

There were several more tense moments before Severus launched himself onto the dance floor and Harry welcomed him with open arms. The two flew into a kiss punctuated by a loud moan on Harry’s part. They began to draw their own collection of spectators as Severus pulled Harry downward and to the floor under him. Harry still twisted to the music as Severus covered every inch of that smooth skin with his mouth, kisses, licks, nibbles, out right bites. Whatever he could reach was tasted and catalogued.

The crowd around them disappeared as Severus lost himself to heat and sensation. The body under him was willing and when had his clothes been removed? No matter. He spread Harry’s legs with one knee and smirked when Harry opened them farther, inviting, begging him closer. Severus supported himself on his elbows, hands framing Harry’s face as he dove in for a brutal kiss and his hips grated downward. He barely repressed a moan of delight but didn’t bother to disguise his panting breath.

He moved one hand downward and muttered under his breath, piercing Harry with one slicked finger quite abruptly. The man arched and cried out, clutching at Severus’s bare shoulders as he tried to bear down, to get more of that contact, that friction. A second finger inside and he found that spot, that one nudge that sent Harry into a series of curses and a litany of shouts for ‘more’ and ‘yes’ and ‘please god.’

Severus was all to happy to comply with a third finger, more slowly than the first, preparing for a penetration of a different kind. Harry wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him downward, whispering in Severus’s ear after he’d given it a good lick. “Now… do me now.” Severus couldn’t hold back a groan as he shifted, paused, then carefully pushed. “Harder!” was whispered frantically and the professor gave up the fight, thrusting in and striking Harry’s prostrate on his way. The man gave a shout and wrapped his legs around Severus’s waist before he began to beg for it harder, faster, now!

Severus wrapped a hand around Harry’s leaking prick and noticed something he had missed before. Nestled at the base was a black ring. He wouldn’t come until Severus allowed it. With a renewed smirk he drew out and thrust in again, grinding out only a single word. “mine…”

“yours.” He was answered and Severus began thrusting in earnest, brushing Harry’s prostrate in random strokes until they were both panting and quivering. Heat and sensation coiled inside Severus and he gave two more forceful thrusts before climaxing with a shout. A touch of magic removed the ring from Harry’s cock and he came as well, spilling over his stomach and the dance floor, which greedily lapped up the juices.

White noise died away to shouts of encouragement and Severus shakily regained his equilibrium, pulling Harry up with him. His clothes were draped over one shoulder thanks to someone in their right mind and the two made way to a vacant room for the night.

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AN:Happy Christmas to you all! I hope you have an exciting and wonderful day :D Pet the dog for me, ya?