The Sexual Initiation of Severus Snape

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TSIOSS



Thanks again to my marvelous editor, lablanche.

For those of you wondering when this shy, awkward boy is going to turn
into
the supercilious bastard that sets our hearts and minds (and sundry
other
parts) aflame-let us remember that for Snape, humiliation is far worse
than
neglect.



Chapter Two

After an Inauspicious Beginning

I swallowed down his seed quickly and noiselessly and then, very
gently, allowed him to slip out of my mouth.  I lay there,
anchored between his legs for several minutes, not daring to speak or
even to
look at him.  During this time, I became aware of the loud ticking
of the bedside clock and managed to sneak a look at it without moving
my head.  

It had been barely five minutes since he had first emerged from the
bathroom.

His organ was completely spent and flaccid now.  But I had
noticed, underneath the sound of the ticking, that his breathing still
did not sound quite normal.  Keeping my head downward, I peered up
through my lashes and saw that he was staring up at the ceiling, those
dark eyes of his glittering very strangely.  Whether it was anger,
unshed tears, or both, it was difficult to say.  If he had felt a
momentary thrill at experiencing an orgasm produced by the touch of a
body other than his own, it had definitely been washed away by his
frustration and humiliation in coming so quickly.

Moving very slowly, I carefully raised up to my hands and knees and
crawled up to lie beside him.  He kept his eyes focused on the
ceiling, never once glancing in my direction.  I leaned down to
place
a kiss upon his shoulder, and he flinched away.  But although his
hands were now balled into angry fists, he made no move to leave the
bed.

I lay down upon the pillow, staying close but not actually touching him
as I searched for something to say.

\"I\'m sorry,\" I said finally.

A small muscle twitched in his left cheek, but he made no reply.

\"Really,\" I said.  \"You just have such a huge cock, that I just
couldn\'t help sucking you really tightly.\"  I sighed and turned
onto my back.  \"I should have gone a little slower.\"

\"Do not patronize me.\"

Now there was no sign of a crack in his voice.  It was low, and
slightly threatening.

\"Look,\" I said, sitting up.  \"You can stay here, and rest
up awhile and then we\'ll-\"

At the last minute, I kept myself from saying \"try again.\"

Instead, I said, \"Do it anyway you want to, okay?\"

\"C\'mon,\" I said, leaning towards him.  \"I\'ll bet a young chap
likes you gets  a hard-on half a dozen times a day, don\'t you?\"

He was still refusing to look at me.

\"If you want to take some of your money back and leave you can
do that too,\" I offered.

He snorted loudly.  \"How very generous of you.\"

Yeah, you git, it is.  Rule number one is:  You never give
back the money no matter what happens.

But, a part of me was still feeling rather sorry for him, so I
simply got up from the bed and moved back to the bureau to take another
sip of the wine.  As soon as I had gotten off of the mattress, he
had reached down to retrieve the sheet and pull it up to his waist.

Holding the wineglass in my right hand, I idly turned over his
pile of clothes with my left.  As the leather jacket fell open,
I saw that the price tag was still attached to the label at the collar.

Damn, just as I\'d thought.  He really had just bought all these
clothes.

Draining the glass, I glanced back at the clock.  He\'d been in the
flat for over a half-hour now, and as much as I wanted to be alone for
the night, I decided to try one more time to be nice to him.

\"You want a drink-some wine or something?\" I asked.  Actually, I
would have preferred to offer him a Coke, but I thought that might be
grinding salt into the wound, reminding him of his youth.

\"No,\" he said, suddenly sitting up.  \"A glass of water will
suffice.\"

\"Coming right up!\" I said cheerily.

I padded out to the kitchen, set my wineglass down on the counter and
retrieved a large tumbler from the cupboard.  For a moment, I
considered refreshing my drink as well, but decided I would wait until
I was finally eating dinner.  I opened the refrigerator a crack to
steak a look at the steak and vegetables, and heard my stomach give a
low growl.  I certainly didn\'t intend to share my dinner with him,
I thought.

I debated putting ice cubes in the glass, but in the end compromised on
letting the tap run until the water was nice and cold.  I was
half-hoping that he had only asked for the water as an excuse to get me
out of the room.  I stayed in the kitchen and open and shut a few
more drawers, giving him ample time to get dressed and sneak out the
door,
if that was what he wanted to do.  Finally deciding I couldn\'t
delay
any more, I picked up the glass and headed back to the bedroom.

He was standing next to the bureau, but to my surprise was not
getting dressed.  He was fishing through the pockets of the jacket
for something, the sheet now tied securely around his waist.

\"Here you go,\" I said, handing him the water.

He took it in his left hand and held it up for a moment, frowning and
running his eyes speculatively over the glass.  He then brought it
to his lips, took a sip and then held it out in front of him again.
 He did this two more times, taking smaller swallows each side,
and then nodded in satisfaction.  He then placed the glass down
upon the
bureau, carefully making sure it was set down upon the lace doily
rather
than the unprotected wooden surface.

I was about to thank him for his consideration, when I saw that in his
right hand he was holding a small glass bottle, filled with a thick
liquid with an usually deep purple color.

\"What\'s that?\" I asked, as he began to pour the contents of the vial
into the remaining water.

\"A rather useful aid that I was hoping not to have to use tonight,\" he
said, as he picked up the glass and carefully swirled the two liquids
together.

I watched, fascinated, as the purple tinge faded away.  But just
before it disappeared completely, there was a faint hiss and the
whole glass seemed to glow eerily for a moment.  He set the
tumbler
back down and I saw, to my surprise, that the purple color was now
returning, although it seemed slightly redder than before.

He raised his right forefinger and delicately extended the tip
into the glass, and then brought it up and rubbed a small drop against
his tongue.

\"Almost ready,\" he said.

\"You\'re not going to drink that?\"

\"Why not?\" he asked, turning to face me, he head tilted to the
side.

\"Oh, honey,\" I chuckled, brushing my hair back behind my ears.
 \"I know you spent a lot of money on this evening, but if someone
conned you in buying some Spanish Fly or something-\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Look, that\'s all bullshit,\" I assured him.

\"Really?\" he murmured, picking up the glass in his right hand and
swirling the contents again.  

\"Yes,\" I said, starting to get a little concerned that he was going to
drink it.  I had seen plenty of crap sold to guys in my days,
guaranteeing that they would get a lasting erection, a huge cock, the
best
orgasm in the world, or all three.  Usually the only thing it gave
them was a splitting headache.  More often than not they started
puking
their guts out, and every once in a while they ended up in the
hospital.  In this case, that might mean some kind of enquiry-not
exactly the kind
of thing that I needed to complicate my life at the moment.  I
certainly
didn\'t want frantic parents rushing to this kid\'s sickbed and demanding
to know what the hell had happened.

I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his rather spindly wrist.

\"Yeah, I\'m telling you that there\'s no magical concoction that\'s going
to help you get a hard-on.\"

He stared down at his wrist for a moment and then used his left hand to
pry off my fingers.

\"And just what the hell would you know about that?\" he replied,
contemptuously.

I glared up at him, still a bit concerned but more than a little miffed
at his condescending tone.

\"Fine,\" I said, \"Go ahead and drink it all up.\"

He took several large swallows and then drew the glass away to
study it again.  \"Oh, no,\" he said, \"Not all of it, I shall need
to save a few drops for later.\"

\"Great, do whatever you want,\" I said, raising my hands in frustration.
 \"Poison yourself with that crap.\"

He took another gulp of the liquid.  \"I assure you it is neither
crap nor poison.  And even if it were-\"  He placed the glass
back down upon the bureau.  \"I always carry a bee\'s oar with me,
just in case.\"

Bee\'s oar?

Shit, it was probably some kind of drug, I thought.  He sure is
starting to sound and act differently.  I stared up at him, trying
to see if his pupils were dilated.  But his irises were so dark,
it was impossible to tell.  

Before I could say or do anything else, however, the phone began to
ring.  I backed away from him and headed over to the night stand,
picking up the phone on the third ring.

\"Hey, sexy!\"

\"Hey, yourself,\" I answered.  Of course, I had no idea who it was,
other than his voice was vaguely familiar, but right about now I was
anxious to talk to anyone besides this peculiar, half-naked kid.

\"It\'s me, dear old Tony.\"

Dear old Tony.  Ugh.  A creep who thought he was God\'s gift
to women and yet somehow never wondered why he had to come to me
to get laid.  But I was desperate to have a reason to throw
\"James\"
out before he got really weird.

\"Yeah, I know,\" I said, sounding absolutely thrilled to hear from him.

\"You free tonight?\"

\"Well, now you know I\'m never free,\" I joked.  

Behind me there was a loud snort and then I heard a low voice spit out,
mockingly.  \"How very droll.\"

\"Can I came over?\" asked Tony, in my other ear.

I felt an angry flush start to spread over my face.  \"Well, give
me about half an hour,\" I said.  Raising my voice, I added:
 \"Something might come up, but it shouldn\'t take me too
long
to get rid of it.\"

I felt a perverse sense of pleasure as I saw his shoulders stiffen in
resentment.

\"Okay, I\'ll stop and pick up a bottle of wine and be there in about
thirty minutes.\"

\"Great!\" I said.

Inwardly I cringed.  No doubt it would be the cheapest brand he
could find.  I better hide my own Sangria before he came over.

\"See you then.\"

\"See you.\"

I carefully put the phone back down and walked back to the bureau.
 He was standing with his finger idly circling around the
nearly-empty glass, which he had placed back down on the doily.

\"Well, I obviously have someone else coming over,\" I said.

\"Obviously,\" he repeated.

\"So maybe you better be on your way.\"

He turned to me and I noticed again that his black eyes were glittering
rather strangely.

\"I was under the impression,\" he said, taking a step towards me, \"That
I had paid for a fuck and a blow-job.\"

I nodded and stepped backward as he advanced upon me again.

\"Well, I\'ve had the blow-job,\" he said, stopping for a moment.
 \"Such as it was,\" he amended, shrugging his shoulders.  

I was backed up against the wall now, so couldn\'t move much as
he suddenly loomed over me.

\"But you still owe me a fuck,\" he said.

\"Any time you\'re ready,\" I challenged.

For the first time that evening, he smiled at me.  But it
was a strange, hideous grin, that sent a chill through me.

\"I believe,\" he said, moving his left hand down to tear the sheet away,
\"That I am amply prepared.\"

He tossed the sheet to the floor and my eyes moved down to look below
his waist.  I took in a surprised gasp as I saw that his cock
was once more swollen and erect.  But this time, it almost seemed
to have a strange, purplish-red tinge.

Maybe just the power of suggestion, I thought, as he reached out and
wrapped his fingers around my wrist and started pulling me towards the
bed.  As I had suspected, he was a lot stronger than he appeared
to be.  In fact, I cried out as he suddenly lifted me up to swing
me onto the mattress.

\"Hey!\" I protested, as he tossed me onto the bed.  \"No rough
stuff.\"

  \"Of course not,\" he said, his voice suddenly lowering into
a purr as he bent over me.

I stared up into his black eyes and shivered again.

\"But I cannot guarantee that you will not be a little sore by the time
I am through,\" he said.