Fall into Madness

“Dorian was a man I met at a club. He was everything. Handsome, confident, sexy. He wanted me and he let me know right away. It felt good and sexually he was a great lover.” Severus nodded. Ron was glad he was able to admit things like this without feeling guilty. Severus was mature enough to handle this talk with intelligence. He didn’t have to try and make things out to be something they weren’t. He could be honest about the good as well as the bad.



“The longer we were together, the more I saw how much in control he had to be. He had to know where I was all the time, who I was with, what I was doing. He was upset when I went out with friends alone and he always had a hard time with Harry.”



“I imagine he would.” Severus added, taking a drink then letting him continue.



“He hated how close me and Harry were and had problem when I went to him after a fight. Harry was always able to calm me down and help me out when I was down. He assumed there was something there and that was never the case. Harry is as close to me and any of my brothers, closer even, but he didn’t like that.” Ron said with confusion in his face.



“He was a threat, someone to take you away from him.” Severus told him.



Ron merely nodded and continued. “I soon saw that in bed he had to be dominant and he had to have things his way. When it came to my art, he had even more problems.” Ron let out a sigh. “I can get lost in a canvas for hours, I can stay with a sketchbook near a pond or a forest for hours. He didn’t seem to understand why I had to avoid him while I ‘drew’. He wanted to know why I couldn’t draw with him. He wondered why I would be in my studio for so long, why I had to live with Harry, why I did this or didn’t do that.”



“When did you call it off?” He asked.



“He started dismissing my art as a hobbie. When I mentioned wanting to expand and use models and he thought it would merely take too much time. He thought I was taking it too far. He didn’t seem to understand that this talent I have is something I love, and apart from being a means to make a living, it’s a means to express myself. It is not a hobby and I couldn’t take him demeaning me that way any longer.” Ron’s frustration was showing. “He had always tried to make things happen his way, but when it came to my art, that was the breaking point. My creations come from the heart, and to be dismissed as something unnecessary was insulting, and almost abusive in a way.”



“I can understand that.” Severus told him.



“I thought you might. When Harry made that list, he said I needed someone who built his own career like I did. A man like that would know what I am doing and why.” He looked closer.



“Perhaps he is right.” Severus put his glass down. “I struggled to make a name for myself, not only as a teacher but as a master potioneer. I think I have succeeded well.”



“Yes, you have.” Ron said with a grin.



“So then, you called it off and he didn’t take it well.”



“No, he denied it, saying all we had was a fight. He showed up at my studio several times and I always sent him away. Eventually I began pretending I wasn’t home and asked Harry and Hermione to tell him I was away. They never refused and never complained, but I do feel guilty that they had become involved that much.”



“Friends never complain.” He said.



Ron smiled. “True. When he began sending owls, I sent them back. This went on for a month and he started showing up at Hermione’s shop. I went to his restaurant because I didn’t want to invite him over thinking he may misread the intention. I found out he hadn’t told his parents about the split. He just told me them we fought. He told me the same thing when I saw him. We just fought.”



“When did you see him again?” Severus followed everything that was said carefully. Given that he had been somewhat challenging to the young man, he wanted to know what he was facing.



“Not too long after. He showed up at my studio, wanting to talk, but his arrogance was showing. He was trying to take control again. He knew my studio is a private place I use to work and I don’t want anyone in it unless I invite them in. Since he never understood my work, I never brought him there and that of course made him angry. When he showed up I knew he was trying to force his hand, and that was when I had to officially bring Harry into it. I threw him out and he was given the Auror speech about trespassing.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Now I have to document everything that happens from here on out, and I will have to tell Harry about tonight.”



“I will too.” Ron gave him a nod.



“He sent an owl. It showed up after our dinner date last time.”



“What did it say?” Severus was on instant alert.



“It was anonymous but there was only one person it could have come from who would be telling me it isn’t over.” Ron fell silent, then looked at him. “I’m sorry he dragged you into this.”



“Don’t apologize for him.” Severus moved closer. “His actions are his own.”



“Do what did he say?” Ron managed a smile, curious as to how Dorian was handled.



“He wanted to know why I was having dinner with his boyfriend.” Ron’s eyes widened.



“He did not?”



“Yes, he did. He even mentioned that you had some problems and were working them out.” Severus reached out took his hand. “He got angry when I told him that I believed you when you said it was over. He maintained he is trying to keep someone he loves, he denies it’s over.”



“That’s a shocker.” He let his head roll back and felt a hand on his brow.



“I should tell you that I let him know you were coming here tonight.” Ron raised his head.



“You did?” He asked, lifting a ginger brow.



“Yes, I did.” He admitted moving closer.



“Why did you tell him that?” Ron wasn’t angry, just curious and it showed. Severus was feeling very good about that. He moved closer, pulling Ron under his arm.



“Because I wanted him to know that I wasn’t just a passing interest.” He looked into blue eyes. “I’m not am I?”



“No, you are not.” Ron felt elated. He was glad Severus was taking him seriously.



“I wanted him to know that I wasn’t someone he should just dismiss.” He leaned closer. “I’m not am I?”



“No, you definitely are not.” He smiled.



Severus’s voice dropped lower and he leaned in closer, until he was a hair away. “I wanted him to think something sexual was going to happen once I had you in my lair.”



Ron’s heart began pounding in his chest. The look Severus was giving him was so intense and heated. He felt his cock harden under his gaze and wondered if it was obvious, but there was no way he was going to draw attention to himself by looking. Then again he already had Severus’s attention on him.



“It is isn’t it?” Severus asked, even as he shifted in his seat, removing his coat.



“Yes, I suppose it’s possible.” He managed.



Ron fought to breath as Severus took his hand and helped him stand. With sure movements full of self security, his jacket was removed. Severus held his eyes and Ron felt his belt being loosened, his button and zipper followed.



“I will stop if you wish.” Severus told him, praying to Merlin that he wouldn’t have to. Ron was too tempting a morsel and he wanted this, but he respected Ron. He respected the man he had become, and if he wanted him to stop he would. He would masturbate the moment he left, but he would stop.



“I don’t want you to stop.” Ron whispered. In the next second, he was flat on his back on the couch being tongue with a vengeance. While they kissed Severus’s hand continued to ease his jeans open and his hand slipped inside. Ron let out a gasp into his mouth as warm fingers closed around his cock.



“Mmmmm,” Severus hummed into his lips, “I knew you would be substantial.” Ron let out another groan. Being complimented on his body was a turn on. He liked to be found attractive, and he liked that his body brought Severus pleasure.



This kiss deepened, the hand drifted lower, cradling his sac. Ron’s mouth fell open as his body tensed up. Severus’s mouth shifted and covered his neck. He licked, he sucked, he humm along Ron’s pulse. Ron reached down and aimed for his zipper but a hand stopped him. “No, no. Tonight is for you.”



Ron let his eyes drift closed as Severus drifted down his body, easing his trousers past his hips and taking his cock in both hands. He submitted to selfish desire and enjoyed being pleased by a man of experience who was making use of such gained knowledge.



Ron let out a sigh of contentment as warm lips covered his cock head. His head rolled to the side, and he reached out, caressing the head that rolled over him. He was being washed over in waves of pleasure, as his cock shaft was given long slow licks, deliberate sucks and controlled strokes. He let his hands slide through Severus’s silken locks.



Ron groaned out as Severus sank deeply. He felt his cock head squeezed by the back of his throat, and his nose rubbed closely cropped ginger stubble. Ron’s entire shaft was massaged by a rolling tongue that sucked him deeply.



Severus was well aware of the sounds Ron was making, the moves his body began making, the tension that strung him as tight as he was. He raised his hands and caressed Ron’s chest as he worked his mouth over the hardness he was now enjoying. Ron was utterly delicious. He loved the taste of clean skin, and Ron had a freshness about him that he considered a reward.



“Severus…..I……I’m……” Ron couldn’t speak anymore. He was too worked up. He was arching, cradling Severus’s hands to his chest, until all his control snapped, and with a loud howl, let himself spew forth. He let out everything, unwilling to keep it inside, and Severus loved it. He wanted to hear Ron’s reaction, he reveled in it.



Ron let his chest rise and fall as he took in breathe after breathe. His eyes were still closed but he face was covered in sublime pleasure. He didn’t see Severus stand and take a drink of champagne. Nor did he see the smug smile Severus wore as he looked down at the young man. Nor did he bother to acknowledge the movements Severus made as he resettled his trousers and fastened them.



When he finally opened his eyes he saw Severus seated on the couch beside him looking down at him with a caring face. Ron smiled and lifted a hand, resting it on his arm, strong and firm. “You didn’t have to do that.”



“I know.” He said, reaching over and caressing the hand that touched him. “I didn’t know it because I thought I should. I did it because I wanted to.”



“I loved it.” Ron let out a sigh, closing his eyes as Severus leaned in and kissed his temple. “I would love to show you my studio.” He said.



“I would love to see it.” He replied.











It was very late when Ron flooed into his home. Harry was just getting in himself, having tracked a dark wizard that very night. He smiled at Ron and shook his head. “Just getting in?”



“Goodnight Harry.” Ron said with a smile, as he walked toward his room.



“Uh, Ron, your shirt is untucked.” He called.



“Goodnight Harry.” A door closed, leaving Harry alone with his knowing grin.



Ron relaxed in bed, letting memories of the night carry over him. Severus was remarkable. He had listened to him and understood the situation. He could have let Dorian get to him, saying that he didn’t need the trouble in his life, but he didn’t. He even stood up to him, letting him know that he would support him.



Severus was the type of man he needed. A man in control, understanding, intelligent, and who, from the small sample he had tonight, would be a great lover. He had been treated to a fabulous blow job and he had asked for nothing in return. He wanted to give him the same treatment, but for the moment he would enjoy what he had experienced.



He smiled to himself, remembering the feel of Severus’s hands. If his body was already drained from the orgasm he would have wanked off, but as it happens he was able to drift off to sleep without it.