Sleeping Trouble

Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, no money is being made off of this.

Pairing: SS/DM

Warning: Detailed Slash

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Draco can’t sleep. He goes to Severus for some help.

Title: Sleeping Trouble

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“Professor?”

Severus Snape glanced up from his pile of papers and to the door of his office. Draco Malfoy stood there, wrapped in a dressing gown and looking rather rumpled. Whatever was the boy doing out of bed at this hour?

“You’re up past curfew Draco, what is it?” He wasn’t about to send him away. Since the start of sixth year, Draco had been a bit less lively. Which was completely understandable.

“I can’t sleep.” He came into the office and shut the door, dropping down into a chair across from Severus’ desk.

“I see. I can give you a draft…”

“No.” Draco shook his head. “I don’t want to take anything. I’ve been taking something.”

“Then what is it you wish me to do for you?” In truth, there was little that he could do.

“Just…talk with me for a bit?”

“Ah.” Severus sighed, and put down his quill. “Yes, I’d imagine intelligent conversation is rather lacking among your peers.”

“He’s going to be all right, isn’t he?”

The tiontion was sudden, and caught Severus rather off guard. He knew what Draco was referring to, and he didn’t have an honest answer for him.

“I would imagine, so, yes,” Severus finally said. Lucius had gotten himself out f trouble before, he would again. “I would not worry, Draco. Your father is a clever man.”

“I know.”

“Concentrate on your schoolwork. I’d imagine there will be no question as to your status of Head Boy next year.”

“The headmaster will give it to Potter.,” Draco said, petulantly.

“He will not.” That sort of favoritism had gone on far too long. Draco’s grades were far better then the Potter brat’s.

“You sound pretty certain of that…”

“Draco, there is nothing that can be done to change the fact that *you* will be head boy. You have the grades.” And that was all there was on the subject.

“Happy to see *someone* has faith in me,” Draco grumbled. It was a rather good point. Severus was well aware he showed Draco favoritism, but considering the way the rest of the faculty treated him…

“You have more then enough faith in *yourself* Draco,” Severus said, with a small chuckle. “Now I hardly doubt you dragged yourself all the way down here just to talk about youtherther.”

“Blaise and I broke up.”

“I wasn’t aware you were a couple.” That was a bit of a surprise. Zabini didn’t quite seem Draco’s type.

“For a bit.” Draco shrugged. “Not anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Better off without him, anyway.”

“Yes, you are.” It was actually a rather awkward conversation to be having with a student.

“What do *you* do?” Draco asked, suddenly.

“Pardon?”

“I mean…you’re here all the time. You can’t have much of a social life. What do you *do*?”

“Absolutely nothing.” What sort of ridiculous question was that?

“I couldn’t do that,” Draco said, wrinkling his nose. “Honestly, it’s been two days and I’m going mad already.”

“I really don’t see why you feel the need to *share* that, Draco.” Student’s sex lives weren’t exactly things Severus was supposed to be involved in.

“You wanted to know why I couldn’t sleep.”

“Quit right, I apologize. You could have lied to me, however.”

“And you would have known and you would have demanded I tell you the truth. So I did.”

“Fine.”

“So do you get lonely? I mean, with *nothing*?”

“No!” This was *not* a conversation he was going to have with Draco!

“I think you do,” Draco said, standing up.

“What are you doing?” Though the question really didn’t need to be asked. It was rather obvious what Draco was doing. And it was simply out of the question!

“You’re not stupid, professor,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“Nor did I think you were…”

“There’s nothing stupid about this.” Draco said, silkily.

“What about illegal, Draco? Does the word ‘illegal’ mean anything to you?”

“I’m sixteen…” Draco was practically in his lap now.

“And my student…” In his lap. Legs folded and pressed against his thighs. Hands on his chest.

“So? No one will know…” Lips brushing against his, soft and pliant. This was not going to end . Bu. But it needed to end *now*. It needed to end before Draco’s hands were slipping under his robes, before Draco’s tongue had parted his lips…

“We cannot,” Severus said, pushing the boy away.

“We can,” Draco insisted. “You want to. I know you do. I can feel it.” Firm, rounded muscle pushed down into his lap, stirring his growing arousal.

“Regardless…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Draco said. Of course he wasn’t. He was a Malfoy. When he wanted something, he got it. Severus knew it was a losing battle. And did he *want* to fight? Draco’s tongue was slick and persistent against his lips. Reluctantly, he allowed him access.

What was the worst cou could happen? They were alone. The door was closed and would not open unless Severus commanded it to. They would not be caught.

Draco’s fingers began working diligently at Severus’ buttons, twisting and pulling. The boy would be at it for hours. Perhaps he would grow discouraged. Not likely.

Draco was wearing little under his dressing gown. A thin white nightshirt, ridden up around his thighs. It took very little to remove it, lift it over his head and toss it aside. And then he was naked, bare in the weak light of the office.

This was sin. Draco’s form was lithe and pallid, the light from the candle dappling it in frosted tones. Each muscle was defined beneath milky skin, cameo and porcelain cut. Severus urged him back, eyes traveling over the slim form that fell back, supine against his desk.

If he was going to do this, he would enjoy it. He licked his own thin lips, eyes tracing the line of Draco’s sternum down to his abdomen, snakinong ong the definition of musculature, to the junction of hip and thigh.

“Mr. Zabini is a fool…” Severus mum, hi, his fingers traveling the path his eyes had taken.

“I know.”

Such arrogance. Severus imagined that put Zabini off. Fortunate for Draco that he was beyond caring.

“I hate your robes,” Draco muttered, leaning forward and returning his attention to them. Severus shook his head, and with a practiced movement of his hands undid the row of buttons holding his robes closed.

“Better?”

“No. You wear too many clothes.” Draco frowned, and Severus sighed.

“I generally don’t find myself engaged in hurried sessions of physical intimacy,” he said, pulling off his shirt.

“Never mind,” Draco said. “It doesn’t matter.”

Prat. Severus pulled him back again, kissing him soundly. He let his hands roam the expanse of his back and chest, sliding easily over smooth skin. He was damp and slick with sweat, sighing into Severus’ lips at each touch and caress.

It had been too long. Severus’ hand wound it’s way down, fingers curling around heated flesh. Draco was hard and dripping, and arched into Severus’ hand. A pity the young were so easily spent.

Thin fingers found sensitive nerves, stroking and stimulating. He was rewarded with Draco crying out, clutching him, busting forth in hot spurts. He became a quivering mass of used energy, moist and shaking.

“On the desk…” Severus whispered. Draco nodded, moving slowly as he complied. He sat on the edge, legs splayed in a lascivious manner. Severus savored the sight, before pulling a small jar from the depths of his desk. How long had *that* gone unused?

A small bit on his fingers. The cool substance coated the outside of Draco’s entrance easily. Another bit, slipped inside. Draco was t and and hot. He squirmed and whimpered as he was manipulated, Severus’ cold finger rubbing his prostate.

A liberal amount went to his own freed erection. He’d no idea how well used Draco was. Rising, he positioned himself at the boy’s slick entrance.

It had been far too long. Draco’s walls closed around him, pulling him deeper. He gripped his hips, moving him over himself. And he claimed the youth were too quickly spent? As were the old, it seemed.

A few minutes of tight hot pleasure, and he was done. He felt himself empty into the boy, fingers tightening on his hips to hold them both still as he climaxed.

What had he done? A student, on his desk.

“This is *never* to be spoken of!” He withdrew, his voice harsh. Draco rolled his eyes, slipping off of the desk and grabbing for his robe.

“Have it your way,” he said, pulling the garment on.

“Get out!” That had been a mistake. He could lose his job…No. Draco would not say a word, and it was over with.

“Fine.” Draco shrugged, heading for the door. “I’ll just come by next time I can’t sleep…”