Bound in Leather

~tug, tug~ oooo, look, i\'ve caught you again! i\'m back in the saddle, it would seem. which means you all know what this is..... the following story contains characters from my imagination, as well as from the imagination of one j.k. rowling. the goddess of all things harry potter. i am merely borrowing and twisting it all to suit my needs. sick, twisted, depraved, deprived needs.... at any rate, i shall return them and i will try to put them back in the shape i found them in. and i\'m doing all this out of the goodness of my heart. not a red cent is passing into my hands from anyone else\'s. i must be out of my damn mind....

as you all know... i am constantly warning against the possibility of smut. i want you to be prepared, you know. i would hate for anyone to be caught unaware. i mean... just imagine. you\'re reading along, and whammo! someone has someone else up against the wall, and the two of them are at it like rabbits.... i should hate to be responsible for anyone getting.... surprised by the likes of that. so you are now warned to the impending hot and sweaty events that will undoubtably be taking place here......

please, if you like, let me know. or comments and suggestions. all are welcome. no flames, or i will roast your ass with them. then the dragon whines, because he can\'t play. there\'s nothing worse than a whiny dragon. believe me.... so, let\'s just avoid that, shall we?

also, i know some of you have been anxiously awaiting an update, and i apologize at the length of time it took for me to get this up. i had a small case of writer\'s block, mostly because i had the holiday blahs. i\'m back to writing now, so hopefully no more long, horrid waits like before. i thank you all for you patience.

Chapter Nine: Where Fools Fear to Tread
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\' I have killed for lesser indiscretions.\'

The inky voice filled the room, and it took Al some time to find the door through her curtain of hair. It hung in her face, obscuring much of the room from view. She heard the chuckle from somewhere behind her, letting her know that Remus found the statement amusing. She didn\'t know if she should take it seriously until she saw the look on Severus\' face. His scowl was the most fierce she had ever seen, and his black gaze was locked onto the bed. Even though it was empty.

Severus was still wearing the clothes he\'d worn on stage. The leather trousers hugged his thin frame, and her eyes went to his crotch unconsciously. She was glad her head was upside down, since it meant he wouldn\'t be able to see her blush. All the blood had already rushed to her face. Her arms started to tremble, so she turned back to Remus. \'Get on with it. I can\'t hold this position all night, you know!\'

\'And you think I can hold mine?\' he asked her, a brow cocked silently to punctuate his question. She shrugged as best she could, given her arms were supporting a good portion of her weight. He nudged her with his hip, nearly tumbling her to the floor. She glared at him. It brought forth another chuckle. \' I was about to make my move when Severus barged in.\'

\'What was that all about, anyway?\' Al looked back to the door, where Severus still stood, staring at them as if he\'d never seen a person before in his life. If Al didn\'t find the statement he\'d made upon entering so serious, she would be tempted to laugh, too. As it was, she was caught between Remus\' legs, one of his arms wedged between hers. If she moved too much further, she was going over and taking him with.

\'Nothing. Just Severus being his usual self. I believe it was your turn,\' he returned, looking up and grinning at Severus. The dark man in the doorway returned the smile with a sneer, his arms crossing over his chest. His black gaze watched them both intently. Remus continued smiling until Al jostled him with one arm.

\'Can we get on with it? I\'m damn tired. We\'ve been at it for the better part of half an hour, and I\'m about to fall over in exhaustion. I swear, you either go too fast or take far too much time and wear a person out!\' Al grumbled, trying to toss her head and clear her vision. She didn\'t succeed very well.

\'Just what the bloody hell is going on here?\' Severus demanded, his eyes going back and forth between the two of them. Remus chuckled once more and pointed at the spinner. The little black hand went round in circles on the cardboard, then stopped.

\'Left foot, green,\' Remus called out. He laughed aloud as he and Al tried putting their foot on the same circle. She finally collapsed onto the plastic mat in a fit of giggles. \'Ah ha! I win!\' he proclaimed, then promptly fell on his ass, laughing as he did so. Al struggled to sit up, her body still shaking with mirth. Remus gave her a hand, setting her on her bottom, then looked to where Severus stood. It was laughable. The man was a former Death Eater, and had seen everything imaginable, yet he couldn\'t seem to fathom what his eyes were now beholding. \' It\'s a game, Severus. It\'s called Twister. It\'s rather a fun one, at that. You should try it sometime, when you\'re not acting the uptight prat.\'

\'You\'ve been playing a game all this time?\' a raven colored brow shot up in disbelief. Remus laughed once more, knowing full well what the man had thought was going on in here. He got to his feet, putting a hand out to Al. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet easily.

\'Of course, you silly shit! What did you think was going on?\' Al looked at him. When he focused his attention on her, the look on his face told her precisely what he thought was going on. She blushed at the implication. Remus saw her look and let go with a full belly laugh. With a softly muttered curse, Al went over to the chair that held her things and hefted them up into her arms. Remus was once again sitting on his ass on the floor, laughing at her moment of blinding stupidity. Meanwhile, Severus stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed and taking in her every move.

Al moved for the door, her intent being to go out and make it to the elevator. She hadn\'t gotten much plotted out beyond that. It was bad enough she had submitted to Remus\' insane plans to make Severus jealous and want her once more. She was now certain of two things. The first being that Severus had no heart, there by having no feelings. As such, he couldn\'t have possibly gotten jealous at the show she and Remus had put on in the arena and outside of it. The other thing she was certain of was that she couldn\'t be certain anymore precisely what Remus\' motivations were to offering her his aide.

Severus didn\'t move. He stood in front of the door, glaring at Al as she approached him. She stifled a sigh, stopping before him to wait impatiently for him to move. A bare foot tapped on the carpeted floor, her toes mapping out a staccato beat of annoyance. Several moments passed of her counting the time with her foot before she lifted angry eyes to him and glared. \'Would you kindly get your ass out of my way?\'

\'Whatever for?\' he asked in a dull monotone that she found grated on her nerves. She made a \'harumphing\' sound, then gestured to the open doorway with her head. Remus let out another chuckle behind her. It was enough to send her temper boiling over.

\'So I can get the hell out of here!\' she spat at him. Those black eyes watched her a moment longer, then some inner light blazed to life in them and he stepped aside, giving her a mocking tilt of his head. She smiled, a smug thing that held no true affection, then stepped past him. She was just over the thresh hold when a hand gripped her arm tightly. Al looked up at Severus in a mixture of shock and outrage. \'Just what the hell are you doing?\'

\'Good idea, leaving. I\'m quite certain Remus wants nothing to do with either of us at present, and we have a matter to discuss,\' Severus told her, his tone low and lacking any hint of feeling. She tried pulling her arm free. It didn\'t budge in his iron tight grip. He had no intention of letting her go, it seemed. Severus chcukled faintly at her vain attempt to pull from his grip, then looked over his shoulder at Remus. \'Lupin. Rest assured that we shall be having our own discussion soon.\'

\'Good evening, Severus. I look forward to sparring with you,\' Remus replied, his voice holding genuine humor in it. Severus sneered at the git, then pulled the door shut behind him. Al sputtered something that was mostly unintelligible as he steered her into his room. The door closed behind them, the clicking of the latch an ominous sound in the silence of the empty bedroom. When his hand left her arm, she spun to glare at him.

\'Just what the fuck is your problem?\' Al spat at him. Her blue eyes sparkled with what he decided had to be outrage. That look, as well as her unfounded question, pushed his temper over the limit. With a deceivingly casual move, he leaned back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. He let his gaze rake over her, noting her lack of footwear and hosiery. She had been wearing stockings earlier. He could only assume that they were in the pile of things she had clutched to her chest. It lead his mind down a path of detrimental thinking, visions of more than just shoes and hose coming off flashing through his brain.

Severus suddenly found himself unexplainably pissed off. \'My problem? I\'m not the one who was nearly fucking Remus Lupin in public!\"

\' I was not nearly fucking anyone in public!\' she spat at him.

\'Oh no? Then what exactly were you and Remus doing under that awning in the rain? I sincerely doubt he was being gracious enough to find whatever it was in your eye. Perhaps he was checking your tonsils for you?\' the sarcasm was so thick, Al was sure it could be cut with one of those stupid, annoying spork thingies. She tossed her bundle of belongings to the floor so she could plant her fists on her hips.

\'Are you so damned dense that you can\'t figure it out on your own?\' she spat, not willing to let him go on thinking she was trying to get into Lupin\'s pants. Yes, the man had made her terribly warm. But he wasn\'t Severus. And as far as Al was concerned, Severus was the only man whose pants she was trying to get into. She stared up at him, waiting for the light to come on.

She knew the precise moment he understood what she meant. His face went slack a second or two, then his eyes narrowed on her once more. She was sure that he was still angry, but at least he now knew what he had actually be seeing. She watched as his mouth flattened into a thin line. That was definitely not a good sign. He took a step toward her, that single move full of menace. Al stepped back.

\' I am not a man whom you should trifle with, woman. I can be terribly..... evil, when I set my mind to it. You\'re lucky I no longer indulge in some of my more baser instincts. If I did, I can promise you that you would be on your knees at this very moment, begging my forgiveness.\' His voice was all silk and seduction, despite the fact that his words were full of concrete and steel. They were meant to put terror into a person. Al thought he was doing a damn fine job of it with her at the moment.

He took the step forward that she had put between them. It left the two of them only about a foot apart from one another. She could feel the anger coming off him in waves. One look at his face, and she knew he was capable of the violence he claimed. It was not a happy thought, and it drove her back a step. He took this one, too. Al continued to step back, to move away from the palpable rage bubbling under his calm surface. He continued to follow her. She soon found herself backed up against the sink in the bathroom.

Severus followed her as she backed away from him. She wasn\'t exactly frightened, though he felt she had cause to be. She was more uncertain of his actions than anything else. The look on her face was one of cornered prey, willing to fight to ecape. Even when the odds were stacked in favor of the predator. There was some part of him that relished the chase. He would never be free of his Death Eater days and the tendencies that went along with them. At the moment, those tendencies had reared their heads with a strong urge to conquer Alasdair and her show of bravado.

The thought of slipping back to his darker days brought forth a rush of need so intense, it nearly sent him to his knees. His cock tightened painfully with the desire to plunge deep into Al\'s welcoming body and use it as he would. When she hit the bathroom sink, he had to stop himself from tackling her. She was wary of him. That much was plain to see in her eyes. But there was excitement there, too. He could see it in the way her skin flushed and her chest heaved. He\'d bet every last knut and galleon he possessed that she was wet, her nipples peaked with the same need he felt.

The memory of her muscles tightening around him, slick with her own juices, set him into motion. Like some great jungle cat, he pounced on her. Al let out a soft yelp, suddenly finding herself sitting on the edge of the sink behind her. His hands, which only a moment ago had been ready to inflict pain on her, were now pulling at her skirt. She heard the rending sound of the garment ripping, telling her he was terribly impatient. She could only find that she agreed with his haste.

Al was not stupid. She knew he was not thinking along pleasurable lines. He was mad at her and Remus, and he intended to take it out on her. She could understand that. Despite what she claimed, he was right. She had almost been fucking Remus in the parking lot earlier. The fact that it wasn\'t what she had planned or intended wasn\'t relavent. It was wrong, and he had every right to be upset with her. So she felt she had no right to complain. She was getting what she deserved, in some round about way. Not that she thought he was going to physically hurt her. It was just his intent to tell her in no uncertain terms that he was the one in control. That he felt she was his. She could live with that.

She started when she felt cool air blow across the naked flesh of her exposed pussy. She couldn\'t recall him actually removing her panties. It was almost as if they had disappeared. She gave a moment\'s thought to how that could have happened, but the feel of one of Severus\' long fingers slipping into the moist recesses of her body sent the notion scurrying away to the darkened corners of her brain. Her hips arched in need as the seeking digit went deep. A moan tumbled from her lips and her head fell back on her shoulders.

He used his unoccupied hand to nudge her thighs further apart. She let them fall open, giving him unhindered access to her heated center. Her body spasmed as she felt his hot breath puff out over the damp curls that marked the entrance to her core. The feel of his velvety tongue licking its way up the swollen lips of her pussy had her shaking uncontrollably. Her body fell back, until her shoulders and head rested on the wall behind her. The move sent her hips forward, closer to the edge of the sink. Her eyelids slid down, blocking out the sight of his black head nestled between her thighs.

He had barely slid his tongue into her pulsing channel when she felt him move away abruptly. She got her eyes open at the same moment that his hands gripped her hips. She felt the head of his cock press against her, then his hips drew back. He thrust forward, slamming the entire length of his stiff erection deep into her pussy. She couldn\'t stop the near scream that left her throat. Her hands found his wrists, her fingers curling about them tightly in response. He grunted when he was fully sheathed within her, the feeling of his head resting on her cervix making him want to pound into her fast and furious.

The Death Eater in him reveled in the need, pounced on it with relish and demanded that he follow through with it. His mind, which he used as his defense against the dark part of him, was beyond rational thought. He couldn\'t have stopped himself, even if he\'d wanted to, as his body took its cue from his dark half. He withdrew from her, only to thrust himself back into her body fast and hard. She was tight around him, squeezing him even while the rest of her body shook with tremors. He was sure they were the result of a combination of pleasure and pain rolled into one.

Severus groaned as he pumped himself into and out of her yielding flesh. He knew that this time, he would not last long. It didn\'t matter that he had been with countless women over the past month. They had meant near nothing to him. His mind had always seemed to stray to Al in the middle of some act.There had been a time or two when he\'d imagined the girl with him had been her. It had been enough to make him cum right then and there. And now that he found himself buried inside her again after a full four weeks. Oh no. He wouldn\'t last long at all this time.

But there was always the next time.

With that thought, he let his mind slip back to his current situation. Al was moaning, her muscles flexing and grasping at his cock tightly. Her fingers had curled so firmly into his wrists, the nails had cut into his flesh. He could feel the warm trickle of blood on his hands. Not that the pain mattered. It only served to excite him further. The small amount of pain had him pushing himself into her harder. Faster. Deeper.

He could feel her building orgasm. She was nearing completion, even though he was pounding into her harshly, almost bruisingly. He was, in some dimmer region of his brain, amazed that she was enjoying the way he used her in such a punishing manner. Not that there weren\'t women out there who enjoyed being humiliated, who got off on such a thing. But he would never have thought it of Alasdair. She struck him as the more gentle, loving kind of person. The idea that his use of her body was exciting her was maddening to him.

He lifted his hands from her hips, using them to wrap her legs about his waist. She needed no verbal prompting. She locked them together tightly and held him to her. He found her hands with his, bringing one hand down to where their bodies were joined. She knew what he wanted, a single finger slipping into the moist folds to find her clit. He watched her face as she began to massage the small nub vigorously, seeing the flush creep into her cheeks. It was erotic to watch her pleasure herself.

His rhythm increased, his hips mashing into hers with each forward thrust. She panted, little moans riding each one of the gasps for breath. Her free hand had moved down to rest flat against the counter top beneath her. He let his own hands reach up to fondle her breasts through the cloth of her bustier. He could feel the hardened points of her nipples under the thick material. He wanted to suckle them, to bite at the stiffened tips hard as he pounded into her. He promised himself that he would do that next time.

A barrage of the things he would do to her next time flooded his head. They sent him over the edge. Just as he felt his cock swell, her walls tightened down on him almost painfully. She let off a soft scream, her orgasm breaking. The effects of her own release slammed into him like a train. He groaned loudly, shoving his hips up against her own. The head of his cock jabbed her cervix, stopping there, and he felt himself explode within her. Hot jets of his seed poured out into her while the contractions of her muscles milked them from him. Her finger still worked vigorously at her clit, extending her orgasm to match his.

Moments passed, and Severus\' vision cleared. He leaned back, staring at Al. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. The hand that she has used to pleasure herself with now lay on the counter top under her. It was curled and limp, resting on the back of the appendage. Her eyes were still closed, most of her weight distributed to her shoulder and head. He stepped away from her, pulling out of her. A trickle of their combined secretions slowly dripped out of her, puddling at the edge of the counter top before finding its way down the front in little rivulets.

He smiled to see his seed drip from her body. She was his.

Severus hefted her up into his arms, noting how light she was, and carried her from the bathroom to his bed. Al was half asleep, and barely registered the change in location. He chuckled as he set her on the bed, then went in search of something to put on. He found a pair of loose fitting silk lounging pants that he pulled on. Then he headed for the door and stepped out.

Remus was standing in the opened doorway of his own room, grinning at Severus as he approached. The were stepped back from his door, wordlessly allowing the Potions Master to enter his lair. He shut the door behind him and turned to lean on it.The grin on his face now could only be called wolfish as he leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. Severus was standing, glaring at him with thinly veiled anger. \'Come now, Severus. Do be civil and thank me.\'

\' I should hex you where you stand, Lupin. You had no right to interfere in my personal business,\' Severus spat in a deceptively soft voice.

\' I had every right. You were making everyone miserable, and those men in your band were worried about you. I did what I thought best,\' Remus defended himself.

\'Best for whom? My band or yourself?\' Severus\' eyebrow went up in silent challenge

\'Best for you, you stubborn old bastard,\' Remus shot back, his anger starting to boil up at the man\'s thick-headed attitude. His response caught Severus off guard, the man\'s mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with some witty or cutting remark. \'Believe it or not, Severus, but I\'m your friend. And I was worried about you. I merely wanted you to have some small modicum of happiness. So I found out about Alasdair and brought her here. For you.\'

\'No one knows anything about Alasdair,\' Severus pointed out, not ready to relax his stance. He was still slightly off kilter about the friend statement Remus had made. He disliked not being in control. Severus felt his frown melting into a scowl and decided to let it go. Not that it would affect Lupin in the slightest, but he would feel better.

\'You do,\' Remus returned smugly. Severus looked at him a moment before shaking his head in disgust.

\'Bloody hell,\' he muttered, then turned and stalked to the other side of the room. \'You shouldn\'t have..... I was trying to forget her, Lupin.\'

\'But you can\'t, can you? No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you can\'t forget Alasdair. There\'s a reason, Severus,\' Remus remarked, thinking he\'d need a Quidditch bat to get it through the man\'s thick head.

\'She needs to stay in her own world, Remus. I live in two, and neither one of them are ones she belongs in,\' Severus sighed, then searched for the right way to phrase the rest of it. \'She\'s too innocent to be involved in the world of Severus Snape, Rock God. And I do not wish her to be thrust into the Wizarding World that Severus Snape, former Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is still half a part of. It is not someplace I wish to see her struggle to accept.\'

\' If you can\'t forget her, and you don\'t want her in your life, there\'s only one choice,\' Remus sighed, moving toward the bag where he kept his wand. Severus watched him dispassionately. He took his wand from his bag and pointed it at Severus. \' I\'ll have to Obliviate the memory of her from your mind.\'

\'Not bloody likely!\' the comment came swiftly, was vehement and firm. Remus smiled and lowered his wand. Then the chuckles came, making Severus scowl even more. \' I do not see what\'s so funny about this, Lupin.\'

\' I expected nothing less from you, Severus. Whether you want it or not, that woman is in your life to stay,\' Remus told him quietly. Snape blinked a moment, then pondered what Remus had told him. He had tried to forget the woman, and nothing worked. When Lupin had mentioned Obliviating his memories, his reaction had been pure instinct. If he\'d been carrying his wand, he would have used it without a moment\'s thought. So it seemed Remus was right. He wanted Alasdair in his life, no matter what he told himself. It was best he resigned himself to that fact right now.

\'Then I suppose I must say thank you,\' Severus sighed, his gaze scanning the room as he spoke. He did not want to see the smug look of satisfaction on Remus\' face. His eyes fell on the box that held the Twister game he and Al had been playing when Severus came into the room earlier. \' I wish to borrow that.\'

Remus\' own gaze went to the game in the corner. \'You want to borrow Twister?\'

\'Yes. I intend to play it with Alasdair,\' the underlying tone of wickedness in Severus\' voice made Remus chuckle. He had a fairly good notion of how Severus intended to play the game. He was sure that Al would enjoy it as much as the git would.

\'Don\'t be too hard on her, Severus. It wasn\'t her idea. It was mine to make you jealous,\' Remus told him.

\'Then you and I will be having a longer talk later, Lupin,\' Severus replied as he scooped up the game box and headed for the door. Remus chuckled after him, smiling to himself. He stood and headed for the door to the bathroom. The last thing Severus heard before closing the door behind him was Remus muttering to himself. \'Here I go, again. Just me and my trusty wand.\'

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Al yawned and sat up, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips. The light was dim, and it took her several moments to realize that the lamps were off and candles had been lit in their stead. She blinked and looked around, finding Severus sitting in one of the chairs across the room, watching her with an unblinking gaze. She smiled at him as she stretched, feeling muscles pull with a mild amount of discomfort from their earlier activities. She groaned, then felt the blush that stained her cheeks.

Her eyes noted the white mat of the Twister game spread on the floor. She looked back up at him, a question in her eyes. He grinned, something that wasn\'t quite pleasant, then gestured to the brightly colored mat with one hand. \' I want you to show me how to play.\'

\'You don\'t know how to play Twister? Odd. Neither did Remus,\' she shook her head, wondering how the two of them could have never played the game in their lives before. She sighed, then got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. His voice stopped her, rolling over her like night. She shivered at the velvety sound.

\'Where are you going?\' he asked her. She turned to look at him in puzzlement.

\' I\'m going to get my clothes. Or what\'s left of them,\' she gestured to the bathroom with one hand.

\' I do not recall giving you permission to get dressed. You will come back here and show me how to play this game now.\'

Al bristled at the command, but did as he told her. She moved almost woodenly to where the mat lay on the floor, then stood at one end, waiting for him to join her. When he didn\'t move from the chair, she put her hands on her hips, tapping a foot in impatience. \'Well, are you going to just sit there?\'

\'Yes, I am. I want you to show me how to play the game,\' he replied steadily. He lifted the small cardboard square that was the spinner and gestured to it. She sighed, glaring at him as if he were the least intelligent being on the Earth. He chuckled at her irritation, then cocked his brow at her.

\'Very well, you ignorant twit!\' she snapped at him, then gestured at the small square he held. \'You spin the little black arrow around, then call out what ever it lands on. For example, if it lands on \"left foot green\", you call out \'left foot green\' and I put my foot on a green circle. It works that way with the other colors, foot, and hands. Honestly! How damned hard is it to read the stupid instructions?\'

Severus hid his grin, ignoring her small show of pique. He could live with the calling him an ignorant twit, as the opinion wouldn\'t last very long. He had, in fact, read the instructions already and knew perfectly well how to play. He just wanted to see her get all worked up. This was a good way to start. He owed her for the little show she and Remus had given him as he\'d left the arena earlier. Oh, he and Lupin would still chat about that plan of his. And he would make sure Lupin never touched her again. For now, he wanted to make Alasdair feel some of the frustration he had felt at her apparent lack of concern where he was involved.

He made a show of spinning the little black arrow, skillfully disguising his more than masterful handling of the small plastic pointer. It spun about in its circle madly for several second before coming to rest on the first color. \'Right hand, blue,\' he called out lazily. He watched as she hesitated a moment, then moved, placing her hand on the blue circle before her. The manuever thrust her ass high up into the air, while her generous breasts hung in front of her. He hid the smile brought on by her position. He was going to enjoy this immensely.

Severus cheated. He admitted it to himself gleefully. He was cheating like the great Slytherin bastard that he was. He\'d cast a charm on the arrow while she slept, so that each spin would land precisely where he wanted it to, so long as he used his finger and a small amount of wandless magic. He\'d let it go through over a dozen spins of the pointer, so that she was now spread across the mat. One foot and hand was placed on the furthest circles on either side of the white game surface. Her right side was placed upon the green, while her left sat upon the red. She was turned so that her backside faced him, and it was quite the view.

He stood, setting the pointer down on the table next to his chair. With a thought, he made his lounging pants simply vanish. His cock stood at attention, red and purple and aching for the feel of her wet pussy clamped around it. He grinned, his not so nice grin, and moved on silent feet to stand behind her. Her limbs trembled ever so slightly, as they had in Lupin\'s room only a few short hours ago. Her hair hung about her head, obscuring her view to some degree. Oh, she would see him, should she look between her thighs. But anything before her was hidden by the fall of her silky, honey brown locks.

\'Severus?\' her voice sounded odd, mostly from her position, he decided. He stepped closer, until the head of his erection nearly touched her. He brought his hands up, each one curling about one of the pale globes of her ass presented so wantonly before him. He felt her shudder as his fingers kneaded, parted the twin hemispheres. She muffled a groan, but he caught part of it. His fingers danced along the crevice between the rounded mounds of flesh. Each stroke brought them a little closer to the tightly puckered ring of her anus.

He debated the idea of taking her there, of plunging himself into the tight, dry hole and using it mercilessly. It would be only fair, to use her in such a manner. But he ached to feel her hot pussy close over his length and constrict about it until he thought he would die from the pleasure of it all. He put the notion off for another time, as he was now certain there would be another time, and decided to merely tease her instead.

He felt her tense as the pad of his thumb stopped on the pucker, applying the smallest bit of pressure. It wasn\'t enough to push past the tightly clenched muscle, but enough to test the strength of it. His other hand stroked forward, finding her lips swollen open and dripping moisture. Just as he liked her to be. He slipped one finger into her, the long digit sinking deep. She moaned, her hips automatically pressing back to seek more of him. The pressure on her anus increased. The moan became a loud groan. She tossed her head, flipping her hair from her face to look at him over her shoulder.

\'Please, Severus.....\' she whispered. Her voice was low and husky, full of her need and desire. The sound of it rubbing along his skin made his cock jerk in response. He wondered how long he would be able to hold himself from her. How long it would be before he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt. \' I need you.... to feel you.\'

Not bloody long at all. Her words sent him over the edge. His hands wrapped around her hips, lifting her up until she felt the broad head of his cock pressing her opening. Her hands stayed on the floor, balancing herself in her odd position. He held her up, working his hips between hers to spread her thighs. She whimpered as his head slipped in a fraction of an inch. \'Wrap your legs about my waist, then walk toward the bed on your hands,\' he ordered, flexing his hips so that he slid a little deeper. She made some noise, then nodded and did as she had been told.

The going was slow, even with his hands on her hips to hold her up and help her. She finally made it to the bed. \'Very good. Now, hands up on the mattress. You may rest your body there,\' he informed her in one of his more generous tones. She groaned with the effort of trying to pull herself up onto the mattress. She managed though, dropping into the semi-soft bedding with a sigh. She had barely gotten herself settled on the bed when he slowly pushed himself into her.

The low groan she gave when he filled her echoed in the silence of the room. It sent a shiver of pure lust spiralling into his belly. Severus closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her closing over him so tightly. The muscled walls pressing down upon his shaft were constricted, heavenly. It felt so good to have her around him once again. He pulled back slowly, until he was nearly fully out, then slammed himself home once more. Alasdair cried out, the sound muffled by the bed clothes beneath her. If he had his way, the bedding wouldn\'t be able to muffle her screams when he finished with her.

Al sighed loudly when he set a slow, steady rhythm that was designed to drive her mad. He rocked his hips in such a manner that his cock stroked deep. Thrust hard into her until his head rested against her cervix each and every time. Her hips rocked back, her spine arching each time he seated himself fully. Short gasps and small whimpers filled the room. Her hands had long since curled about the bedding beneath her.

He increased his speed gradually, his strokes not as long as in the beginning. Al didn\'t care, as his smooth and forceful thrusts glided in and out of her hot body with ease. She felt complete when Severus was inside of her. It was an odd thing, considering there was no commitment betwen the two of them, but it was true. She felt whole when he was buried to the hilt, pumping his stiff cock into her as hard or soft as he liked. As he was now. She groaned when he sped up once more. Her body tightened, her muscles contracting around him.

He groaned loudly when he felt her body begin flexing, rippling around him. It told him her orgasm was rapidly approaching. The thought of it was enough to make his balls tighten with his own imminent release. He pulled back, drawing out until his head was just barely still at the mouth of her warm cavern, then he pushed forward, slamming his cock back into her hard. The scream wasn\'t as loud as it would have been, had she not had her face turned into the mattress. But he heard it all the same. It was music to his ears, and only drove him into her harder.

Sweat slipped down her back, down his chest as he continued to pound into her fast. She was panting under him, her hips meeting each one of his thrusts. She screamed loudly, her muscles clamping down on him tightly as she came. The feeling was enough to set him off, and he gave a low cry. His cock jerked and swelled, then he felt himself release into her. His seed was hot as it spurted out into her welcoming body. Her hips still rocked and bucked against him, milking him dry as he came to a rest against her body.

Slowly, she collapsed fully into the mattress beneath her. He lay on top of her, thinking he should move off and let her breathe. He just didn\'t have the energy to move as yet. He felt her body shake, then he heard a faint chuckle. He lifted up a short distance so he could look down at her. His hand lifted, pushing her disheveled hair from her face. She was grinning, still chuckling slightly. Her eyes were open, slightly unfocused as she looked up at him. \'What do you find so humorous?\'

\'Thank game was fun. Perhaps we should play again,\' she told him, a mischievous twinkle coming to her eye. He nodded at her words, smiling slightly.

Yes, they would definitely have to play that again.....

end chapter nine.
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as usual, thanks go to my beta, madam shark, she comes up with some interesting ideas too. she does such a good job of helping, though. i think i\'ll keep her. :p also, to my usual crew.... kenly, red, and simone. there are others, i\'m certain, but i can\'t remember them off the top of my head. they know i love their constant encouragement and support. they are loved and appreciated so much.

thanks to all my readers and reviewers. i love you all very much. i hope you like this chapter as much as i do.

to Red: i\'m glad you liked Remus\' plan on how to make Severus jealous. i think he got away from me, because i never planned that. but i think it all worked out in the end, didn\'t it? i guess Remus knew what he was doing....

to Zephyr: so glad you like Remus here. yes, Severus needs to get his head out of his ass. he\'s working on it. slowly but surely, it will happen..... can\'t have him going soft on us, can we?

to amethystangel: no, i don\'t think i\'d want to tangle with him when he\'s that pissed. Remus was either very brave, or very stupid.... i\'m still not sure which

to Talene: don\'t worry. everyone gets it in the end...ok, well... right, nevermind. we don\'t need to go *there* i\'ve got it all worked out, and everyone will be taken care of. just keep reading to see what i mean. i\'ve had some of this plotted since almost the beginning.

to Pearle: yes, i did do rather a brilliant job on Severus Snape, Rock God..... and leather..... oh, i do need the drool bucket now..... all i can say is yummy!

to Sillymom001: yeah. she\'s got them both. silly chit only wants the one, though.... and i\'m quite certain Severus wouldn\'t be willing to share her with poor Remus. i suppose i\'ll have to find him a girl of his own....

to Star: here you go, hon. i hope it was worth the wait, and i\'ll try not to take too long with the next one. but, as i have several stories going at once... it might be some time. so try to be patient. i wouldn\'t leave you hanging for very long without reason.

to Kenly: yes, it worked. didn\'t it? ~smirks~ it was Remus\' idea, though. i tried to make it less... hot, but he was having none of it. blame him, not me.....

to Snapeaddict: i can SO see him making love to the mic as he sings that..... *drool* damn it! where\'s that bloody House Elf with the drool bucket?

to Alostrael: glad you\'re enjoying it. i am too

to Michele: i know that it is a fine line, and i think that, given Severus\' intelligence, he would know she wasn\'t trying to be slutty. given time to cool down and think about it, that is. :p i hope you found this believable. i like the way it works.....i hope i haven\'t gone and done anything that would make you stop reading, as you know so much more on the subject than i. let me know if you have any comments or suggestions.....

damn, that was long...... sorry. as a side note... madam shark and i have a group on yahoo. all my stories can be found there, and anyone interested in it, please stop by. we\'re looking for more members.... we can be found here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wykkedwytches/