Sexy Slytherin

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A/N: I couldn’t resist! My Severus is in pain. Again! T_T But it’s a real joy for me to put him in such situations…Harry will come soon, so don’t worry!! ;P
I took the time to translate this one but I hope with the help and the correction of my dearest beta Tentaino_Konton that the story will be understandable and that there are no mistakes, and if there are, that they are just little ones, so please be gentle. ^____________^ English is not my native language!

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Nightwing: yes… poor Sev. Well, you must read the following chapters to know what happened in the dungeons… ^________^

Alexa: I know there are maybe mistakes but like I said English is not my native language so my beta and I tried to write this correctly. It was the first chapter and I hope not making others mistakes for the following chapters. And about the wild lilies of the valley and their smell it’s because it’s a clue for what happened in the dungeons that I wrote about this flower…

FairyQilan: I love Sev and I love torture him! It’s funny. *evil grin*

Ella: Gross? Yeah, I know. Read this one!! è__________é Do you think it’s gross too?

Ndut: Thank you!! Sorry for the late update but it took time to translate the chapter… I hope to update the third more quickly. ^_________^

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And now the story!!!!!! ^_______________^

Chapter 2 : Wolf, where are you? What are you doing?


« Water! » he said loudly.

Dumbledore jumped and moved aside but didn’t let go of his steady and insidious hold on the poor Potions Master’s body.

In fact the thumb of his other hand – the one staying on his shoulder near his neck and not the one on his chest – was doing a slow backwards and forwards motion, trying to slide in and go where his twin was.

Oh, Merlin! Shit, shit.Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt!

Frantically Severus repeated:

« I would like to have some water Albus. »

« Pomfrey didn’t bring you any?”

« No. »

With a miserable look Severus blinked at the headmaster.

The headmaster appeared to be annoyed and vexed at the same time about Madame Pomfrey. She didn’t think to quench his dear and tender favorite’s thirst.

“What do I need to NOT do?” thought the exasperated professor. “Play their game! It’s this or to go through an even tougher time.”

An idea popped into his mind.

He was going to say slanderous remarks but he didn’t give a damn! It was for his own good. Who would have believed that one day he was going to defend his virtue at all costs? Nobody wanted some before!

All the means were good to move him away so that he could find a dress, trousers--that I still know--, without being afraid to be touched sexually by the old wreck!

By Merlin! To associate Dumbledore and sex in the same sentence should be illegal!!

"No, she didn’t give any, Sir, in spite of the fact that I was unconscious a good amount of time. Moreover that I had a dry throat…"

With a growl, the Headmaster slackened his perverse vice and headed with a small, sharp step towards the place where Madame Pomfrey had retired. He left behind him a considerable amount of not very praising words towards her, among which included ‘the old hag’ and ‘unacceptable’.

‘Apparently, chivalry isn’t dead,’ he thought, grimacing.

The moment after, however, he had a renewed sense of conscience considering he had assembled them against one another in order to leave intact - his butt would remain an eternal grace to him, let us not forget it! - So, he pushed this moment of weakness in a dark recess of his mind and devoted himself completely to his newfound freedom.

Balancing the sheet behind him, he sat down and swiveled at the edge of the bed where he finally put his bare feet on the ground. Severus glanced around. He sought something that he could put to use in order to help him leave this hellhole. Usually, a charitable soul was kind enough to place dresses at the ready for those who did not remain a long time in the hospital wing and were able to happily return to their dormitories that same day.

Of course, considering how the day had started, he did not find that which he sought, and he cursed his misfortune. What’s more, the night shirt he was wearing was also too short; he angrily tugged on the cloth so that it would cover his behind and his legs. He could not have any more fabric, as the bed was magically controlled in order to keep the covers from falling to the ground. So, the patients were always surrounded by a cordial and protective cocoon that kept them comfy.

It might as well be like a vein!

“Severus, I brought water and things for you to change into.”

Bloody hell! What kind of idiot was he to think of turning his back on Dumbledore and Pomfrey?

His shoulders subsided heavily and he exhaled in a chopped way. His body stiffened with fear when the Headmaster made his way around the bed and placed himself just beside Severus.

A puff of air struck his arms when Dumbledore abruptly dropped a heap of clothing close to him on the mattress. He stretched unceremoniously into his personal space to put a plastic glass filled with water on the small night table next to the bed.

Severus kept his breathing under control, wishing that Dumbledore would hurry and finish as fast as possible. Sadly, he had to endure the vicious torment of the old fossil’s chest pressed against his face.

When he moved back, his task finally seemed complete. He staggered as if he had lost balance and fell upon the potions' master: A hand came to rest on his right shoulder, the other on his thigh.

Severus moved back abruptly while squeaking like a young pup and instinctively tried to be released from this libidinous influence.

Dumbledore released him hastily and stood up straight while rubbing the palm of his hands against his dark lilac dress before crossing his arms over his chest.

He cast a furtive glance towards the Headmaster and saw suspicious reddening appear in his cheeks. He also noted the frantic yo-yo motion that his Adam's apple made. These two signs meant only one thing to him even if this one was contained: lust!!

“Sorry,” a husky voice murmured. “I slipped”.

‘Of course! And me I am the great Merlin!’ he thought sarcastically.

However, he shook his head while swallowing because after all, the best means of leaving was the exit. But before carrying out this beautiful dream, he was going to have to ignore all the immoral insinuations of Dumbledore and Pomfrey. Yes, that’s it! To do that…thus he could quietly return to his good old dungeons and to finally relax with a good drink. He was seeing himself there already!

“Thank you for the water, Albus”.

“You’re welcome, my little Severus. Let know to me if you need something else”.

Again, Severus stupidly shook his head, not knowing how to answer. He could hear the tick-tock of the clock that was at the other end of the infirmary; so much the silence that followed became heavy and awkward.

He took the water glass, pressed the edge against his dry lips and swallowed its contents in three mouthfuls. He did not expect it to be so cold when it fell into his poor empty stomach and he coughed.

Soon after, Dumbledore approached him, rubbing his back from top to bottom, to perhaps calm him but he could not think in these terms anymore. For now, any contact on his part evoked for him a sexual contact.

Brrrrrrr. To think of the old wreck as a sexual being was beyond his purview! However, the evidence was there!! A shiver of dislike traveled throughout his body. It was not that he rejected the sex, far from that. But with Dumbledore...? He felt himself weaken and he stirred barely to the left and the right to avoid the burning hand on his back.

‘I cannot keep this up any more! This will give me an aneurysm!! I’ve GOT to get out of here, and QUICKLY!!!’

“Thank you, but that will be fine for now, Albus”.

While saying these words, he felt his own cheeks heat up, and he knew that he was blushing, something that usually never happened. He was almost there. He also realized that he could not look at the headmaster in the eye – was it shame perhaps? - So he fidgeted with the pile of clothing beside him.

« I will change now ».

He waited, hoping that Dumbledore got what he meant by that.

Dumbledore didn’t move at first, but then he took the first piece of clothing atop the pile and moved toward Severus, saying:

“You are still weak. Let me help you, Severus”.

“Ah, no!! I’ll be fine, I... I assure you”, Snape squeaked, taking his black boxers from the old pervert’s…uh... Albus’ hands.

“Everything all right in here?” cut in Madame Pomfrey with an icy voice.

He started again, getting the impression that he was wedged on all the sides.

‘I must leave… I must leave this room as soon as possible. I just can’t hold back. No, I cannot! If I don’t want to go crazy I must leave, and QUICKLY!!!! ‘

Moving back a step so as to better see the enemy, Dumbledore appeared surrounded by an aura of irritability. He knew deep inside that he and Pomfrey would be shouting at each other. Because of him, Snape! It was just too weird for words.

“Everything’s well, Madame Pomfrey”, growled Dumbledore. “Severus was going to get dressed and then join me in my office to tell me the events that took place this morning. Perhaps he will remember some of the details as to the moment when the explosion took place...”

‘Oh, no! No! No! Not that! If he believes that I will let him have me sexually and voluntarily, alone in his office, he’s lost it!’

Surely not! Not when the old disgusting person looked at him as if he were his favorite dessert!!! Sick!

Trying to connect the few brain cells that had not been fried under the effect of so many emotions at once, he thought of his situation while discreetly slipping on his undergarment (a light black robe) under the sheet. That wouldn’t do. All the events since his waking were really unclear. Did these strange behaviors only affect the infirmary or all of Hogwarts? Was there a curse in the air?

No, that didn’t make any sense at all. He himself was breathing the same thing as the other people in the room and he proved to be completely normal. He himself did not want to jump everyone’s bones!

Well, that was only partly true.

There was a person but he was sensible enough to know that this one would never be interested in him...

He raised a hand to his face, feeling his headache returning quickly and his stomach tying itself in a knot. He should have been used to this by now. After all these years…

“I am not convinced that what you want is the best for him,” Madame Pomfrey retorted. “Severus needs to recover and rest, and the infirmary is the best place for that.”

His beating temples did not leave any respite to each word said to him and he felt his skull ready to explode. As if he had taken part in a drinking session. The drink?

He stood up straight and threw a suspicious glance at the glass of water. What if there was something inside, something in the water that made people completely sick? And made them act in a very immoral way? That would throw off the very reputation of Hogwarts!

Without more any hesitation, he took the glass and rose. Even not two seconds later, he felt something warm and firm against his covered buttocks. Thank God for the robe.

With a sharp gesture, he was turned around and found himself face to face with Dumbledore, whose blue eyes shone with an intense gleam; they gave a look that seemed to say: I would have you my dearest little Severus! It’s only a question of time!

The Potions' Master squeaked a bit and stumbled backward. The vicious old man got him again! He had touched him! TOUCHED!!! Was he Kali, or what? He had hands everywhere!

‘No. Don't think about that!’

« It seemed to me that you lost your balance,” Dumbledore explained naturally. “You are well, my little Severus?”

« Yes, very well. »

‘An excuse, an excuse... Find an excuse, damn it!’

“I...uh...in fact, Albus, I would like to go to the bathroom. And then I must deal with something. I’ll join you in your office afterwards. Does that sound all right? »

The Headmaster appeared satisfied and he cast a victorious glance to Madame Pomfrey while shaking his head.

Severus didn’t have to say it twice, and with the glass in hand, he shot out of there without a look behind him, black robes flying.

He knew where he could find the answers that he hopelessly sought after since his awakening and that place was his room.

Reassured, he ran–no, flew--through the corridors of the school like a young youth.

He realized a little while after, however, that he was completely an idiot!

He would have to check that there was nobody in his lab before entering there!

His back flattened against the wall, like a frightened hind, Severus cast a nervous glance towards the person who approached him with cat-like movements, cursing his stupidity.

What a bother! How was one supposed to think properly when one was being sexually badgered on all sides?? Never had he felt like he was in such a perilous situation while working for the Order of the Phoenix, or even Voldemort!!!

His brain had given up. He was in total panic! He was completely blind and was thrown thus into the mouth of the wolf, so to speak. A very short flash of clarity confirmed something to him, however: it was not the water! The person opposite him did not live in Hogwarts…

By the beard of Merlin! It was necessary for him to pay attention to the small details; otherwise the carrots would be cooked! He was paying for it now. He really was an imbecile. And why hadn't he been able to change first at least, hmm? The thin robe that he wore wasn’t going to protect him from this...this animal!

Unconsciously he realized that his body relaxed a little. He did not want to acknowledge it since the incident, but he had fancied him for a while when he was young and he almost wished to be devoured raw. He had fantasized about this, only to have it actually happen some twenty years later…

‘Noooo! Stop thinking about this kind of thing!! It’s not him whom you like now. And besides, you must think of saving your arse at all costs!’

Yes, but... he had such magnetism! He was so...hypnotic. By Merlin, he was so tempting!

He couldn’t let his hormones control him!!! It was illogical!

Rooted to the spot, his heart beating wildly, Severus could only stare into the strangely bronze eyes opposite him, feeling them plunge into his soul.

But…what was he doing? He... he was...sniffing him?!?

« Mmmm, Severus, you smell good…like the wild lily of the valley. Don’t worry,” whispered the hot voice of his ‘attacker’. “I will deal with you.”

He rested his forearms on each side of the dark head of the Potions Master and flattened his hard stomach against his, wedging him against the icy wall completely.

“I will do you no harm. I will be tender with you...”

And with these words, Remus Lupin passionately devoured Severus’ mouth...

‘NOOOOOO !! NOT AGAAAIIIIIINNNN !!!!’


TO BE CONTINUED

A/N2: For the people who don’t know who is Kali, (I’m talking about her in this chapter) she is a Hindu goddess. I tried several times to upload my chapter with the link website (wikipedia.org) where you can found information and picture about her but it didn’t work…
“In most early representations, skulls, cemeteries, and blood are associated with her worship. She is black, naked and emaciated. Her face is azure, streaked with yellow, her glance is ferocious; her disheveled and bristly hair is usually shown splayed and spread like the tail of a peacock and sometimes braided with green serpents. She wears a long necklace (descending almost to her knees) of human skulls or intestines. She may be shown wearing a girdle of severed arms. Children's corpses as earrings (likeliest representing natural infant mortality and childhood mortality from causes such as disease), and cobras as bracelets or garlands add to her terrifying adornments. Her purple lips are often shown streaming with blood; her tusk-like teeth descend over her lower lip; and her tongue lolls out. She is often shown standing on the inert form of her consort, Shiva. When portrayed in sexual union with him, she straddles his prone body, showing her domination and breaking from traditional gender roles. She is sometimes accompanied by she-demons. In certain representations, her four arms hold weapons or the severed head of a demon, while also making the 'peace' and 'boon-giving' gestures: these symbolize both her creative and her destructive power, for in some traditions Kali personifies the ambivalence of deity, which manifests itself, according to much of Indian tradition, in the unceasing cycle of life and death, creation and destruction.”