Fall into Madness

Severus showed up just as Ron was finished with lunch. He had cleared off the table he used for photos and parchments, and set it with an ivory tablecloth and a bottle of white wine. The last few times they had eaten together he noticed Severus always drank white wine. He had plates set and covered, charmed to keep warm, when there was a knock on the door.



He opened his arms for a hug, which he returned with enthusiasm. “Welcome to my web.”



Severus let out a laugh. “Thank you for the invite.” He handed his cloak over to Ron and looked around. With the exception of the set up table Ron had set near the door to the house, the room was filled with what looked to be mass disorder. Easels were either set up or folded and leaning against various spots against the walls. Tarp with paint splatters covered some easels or were tossed on tables haphazardly. Several stool like tables carrying jars and tubes of paint along with dozens of brushes were placed in random areas. There was a free standing closet against one of the walls but it was locked up.



“I know it looks like a train wreck but things are set where they are for a reason.” He said.



“Did I look that obvious?” He eased an arm around his shoulders.



“I have seen that look a few times. Let me show you around.” He started in the far corner. “The easels are all set to different sizes and those that hold smaller paintings are over here. Those that hold major landscapes are over on that wall.” He moved to the center of the room and removed the tarp from an easel. “What do you think?”



“Marvelous!” Severus was indeed marveled. Luna looked fabulous and the faraway look on her face could have been from anything. Thoughts of a lover. Wishes for the future. Memories of childhood. There was one thing about it however that stood out. “It doesn’t move.”



“No, this one was done with muggle paints.” He gestured to the stool beside the image. It contained several tubes and jars, as well as a jar of dirty water, holding more bushes.



“A knife?” He asked, picking up a paint covered blade.



“For cleaner lines. I also use it when I drag paint across the canvas. I know that doesn’t make sense but it‘s something that easier shown than described.” He explained, smiling at how Severus was taking in his supplies.



“Why muggle paints?” He looked back at the painting. From the amount of muggle tubes, he used them a lot. This could hardly be the first time he used muggle paints.



“This way the viewer can make up his own mind as to what happens before or after. What she is thinking about is given to interpretation and it can be anything. I like that thought, rather than the scene being played out, or the subject talking to you. It makes you wonder and that’s one of the great things about muggle art. Being half blood you would understand that.” He said.



He nodded. “That’s wonderful.” He watched as Ron covered the painting again.



He was shown other landscapes, and the closet which held untouched canvases in different sizes as well as unused tarps and brushes. To keep them clean and untouched by random paint splatters he kept them locked up.



Severus was impressed. What appeared to be, as Ron put it ‘a train wreck’, was in fact a complicated system that helped Ron maintain his art. The studio contained everything, from the largest canvas to his camera bag and small sketchbook. He also had quills and ink, but cases of muggle pencils and charcoal sticks. It was his other world and he could understand why he wanted nobody in here, especially if he wasn’t there. He had the studio warded so that the only way someone could enter was if Ron was inside.



His intensity when it came to his studio could be seen as paranoia to some, but Severus understood it. He didn’t want anyone in his labs because potions could be contaminated with a simple touch or in some cases, when perfumes were close by. Ron viewed his art in the same manner.



Ron led him over to the table and they started to eat. Severus asked about his plans for Luna’s painting and he mentioned talking to a few other girls about posing and his ideas. He wanted feminine dresses on all of them, each on that same boulder, in a different time of year. Each with a slightly different look.



“Who do you plan to use?” He asked, eagerly eating his lunch, which made Ron proud. He was a better artist then a cook, but he did know how to make a few dishes well.



“Pansy Parkinson agreed to pose, as well as my sister. I’m trying to sort out who will go with what month. I do know that I want to use six ladies and give each two months. Two separate seasons to show with each lady.” He sipped on his wine and pushed his plate away.



“That sounds fabulous. Pansy had always had such a glamorous look. If I may suggest,” Ron nodded, “she has several formal dresses for the yuletide season. I have seen her with her father at several functions. December would be perfect for her.”



Ron thought for a moment. “I’ll talk to her about it. Thank you.”



“You’re welcome.” He set aside his glass. “You know Ron, there is something I have been wanting to ask you for the past few days, but it seemed too early. I think it might be alright, now.”



“And was it you wanted to ask?” Ron grew nervous but excited.



“I was wondering perhaps if you would want to spend the night with me soon. Considering how close we have gotten, I don’t think it is such an odd request.” He slid his chair closer.



“No it’s not an odd request.” Ron admitted as Severus moved even closer, reaching out for his hand. “You want me to spend the night with you? I assume in your bed.”



“I think it would be wise.” He eased Ron out of his chair and into his lap. “It can get cold in my home at night, so you may need me to keep you warm.”



Ron laughed lightly. “Oh really? A blanket won’t help?”



Severus stood and eased Ron around, then slipped his arms around his waist and worked his belt open, while whispering in his ear. “Unfortunately my young ginger, I only have one, so we would have to share.”



“Oh really? Well in that case I suppose sharing would be a …….” He gasped out as his jeans were pulled roughly down. Severus gave a shove on his shoulders and he went face down on the table.



“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Sharing would be a what?” Severus was gently massaging his ass, squeezing the flesh.



“I said, that sharing would be a good……..” He sucked in a breathe as his ass was parted, the cool air hitting his entrance.



“A good what?” Severus asked, kneeling down and planting kisses on the pale white cheeks, continuing to hold him apart. He could easily fuck him right now, but this wasn’t the place for that. He wanted to fuck Ron in his sanctuary where he had invited him, but Ron would let that happen in due time. He would initiate it soon enough.



“A good…….oh fuck……” He dropped his forehead on the table as he felt a warm and wet tongue probing him. He was given long slow licks, the whole time the hands continued to massage him.



“A good what?” He paused for a moment, giving a long lick before he spoke again. “Should I stop so you can speak?”



“A good idea!” Ron cried out. Severus plunged his tongue back inside his ass. He continued and continued, tasting and plunging. Ron was clenching and unclenching on his tongue, letting out pants and sighs. He had been rimmed before but it always seemed the men who ventured to try it seemed reluctant, but did it because it was expected. He had since then avoided it, but Severus was behaving with an all out gusto, like he couldn’t get enough.



Severus was rock hard in his trousers, wanting more than anything to plunge into him, but he held himself in check. He stood and pressed his crotch into Ron’s still exposed ass, dry humping him against the stable. “So you are going to spend the night soon?”



“Yes.” He braced his hands on the table as Severus pushed again and again. He wanted to feel him inside but he knew he was being teased. He was being show what he could look forward to when they shared a night together.



Severus leaned over and covered his back, talking smoothly into his ear. “You are going to stay all night, sleep next to me, and let me fuck you?”



“Oh Merlin yes.” He nestled against him. Severus was so much in control and so much a man. This was the ideal man, damn Harry and his list for being right. Damn his own body for craving this man so much, but he did. He had wanted Dorian, but he wanted Dorian because he had sex appeal and the sex was good. He wanted Severus because of the type of man he was. He had only a few samplings of what he was like and from those brief glimpses into that life he wanted more.



“Oh yes, you hot piece of ass.” Severus’s voice was full of lust. He reached down and spun Ron around, kissing him deeply. His hand fisted in his red hair, his arms wrapped tightly around him, gripping his ass.



Ron couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached down and yanked open Severus’s trousers, reaching in to grab his cock. Severus grunted into this mouth but to Ron it was heat, pure and simple and he wanted more. He dropped down to his knees and swallowed his cock in his mouth. Severus leaned on the table, cradling his head to his cock.



Ron took him as deeply as he could, giving off a slight gag. Severus looked down in time to see his cock emerge, covered in saliva that stretched to connect them. He felt his sack tighten up at the image.



Ron attacked him with a vengeance, wanting more and more. He felt the cock in his mouth beginning to thrust, and opened his mouth wider to take it all. He was rewarded with the cries of the older man while his mouth was flooded with creamy release.



He kept it in his mouth while Severus softened and slipped out from his lips. He stayed kneeling on the floor at his feet waiting for him to look down. When he finally looked down, Ron opened his mouth, playing with his lips and letting the cum he carried spill along his jaw.



Severus found it hard to breathe. He had gotten passionate head from a gorgeous young man and being treated to a show of lust. Ron on his knees, his lips covered in cum, cum that he released, dripping down his chin and neck. It was the most erotic of anything he had seen before.



“Oh I can’t wait to get you to my own web.” He said, reaching to cradle his jaw.











“Ron, that’s a great idea.” Hermione told him during dinner. All three were eating heartily, and talking about Severus’s invite. “It will give you a chance to be alone.”



“You don’t think it’s too soon. I can always cancel, but I don’t want to make a mistake.” Ron told them, as he always did when he had a problem he needed advice with. That never changed with them, even years after Hogwarts.



“What mistake? Moving too quickly?” Harry asked. “You can’t say that nothing has happened, now can you?” He chuckled at Ron’s smile. “What would be the mistake in continuing? You are not immature and neither is he and if there is an issue, then you can talk about it.”



“I agree. You’ll have a good time. This isn’t Dorian, you will be able to talk.” Hermione pushed her plate away. “Besides, you already accepted, didn’t you?”



“Yes.”



“Well, it’s not like he coerced your agreement right?” Ron blushed at the question. “Ron?”



“No, I wouldn’t say that.’ He said, still blushing but grinning.



“Oh Ron.” Hermione buried her face in her hands.



“That’s it,” Harry pushed his own plate away, “I’ve lost my bloody appetite.”



“I didn’t say anything.” He countered.



“You didn’t have to Ron.” Hermione laughed with him. “What’s your reasl concern?”



“I guess I don’t want to jump into something right away.” He sighed and pushed his plate away. “I know it’s been a few months since Dorian, but one of the hardest things to give up was the sex. It was good and it was regular. What if I am moving too fast with Severus and thinking about getting sex when I have been denied the past few months?”



“Is that how you are thinking?” She asked him. “When he asked, was that on your mind?”



“Sex was, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t. But it was the thought of sex with him, not just sex itself.” His eyes shifted to Harry.



“Then don’t worry.” He told his best mate. “Severus is smart enough to know that you probably haven’t been active since you split.”



“He’s right.” Ron looked back to Hermione. “Besides you can always let him know outright that it has been a few months. Chances are he’s been deprived of it too.”



“I just wish I hadn’t mentioned that bloddy list.” He smiled at Harry’s reaction.



“I mentioned it without realizing it, but when I explained he thought it was funny,” Ron gave him a huge grin, “especially your joke about the manufactured fist.”



“What?” Hermione’s horrified face was downright comical.



“Nothing.” Ron and Harry said together.



“I’m not going to ask where that came from.” She said.



“Anyway, the point is, I suppose I don’t want him to think that I’m going because I haven’t had it for months, or that someone else said it was a good idea, just because he’s so different from Dorian.” He watched both his friends think about what he said.



“I doubt he would assume either of them.” Hermione told him.



Harry nodded. “Besides, even if he guess that those two aspects were part of it, he would understand that they are minor parts. Yes, it’s been awhile, but there is nothing wrong with being randy.” Ron smiled at him. “Yes, he is different from Dorian, but when you begin a new relationship the one thing you look for is not a repeat of mistakes from bad ones. He would know that too.”



“That makes sense.” Ron had to admit. “I didn’t quit think of that.”



“Don’t worry about it, Ron.” Hermione began clearing dishes, and both rose to help her. “Have a good time, get to know him, in bed and out, have fun. You deserve it.”



Ron went to sleep that night more secure in his outlook. Having Harry and Hermione to talk to always helped when he second guessed himself. He shouldn’t worry. This was Severus and he had already proven himself more of a man in so many ways than Dorian was. All he had to do was enjoy what was coming his way.