No Name Given

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like all other authors, I\'m merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.

A/N: Because duckpuppy wanted one. The Summary was a random thought she had and I wrote.

“Now. Do it now.”

Draco reached for the vial, hands trembling. Really, he couldn’t exactly be expected to move in any direction other than back, to be further impaled. But, Snape was a forceful man, and Draco was at his mercy. Gripping the back of the chair tighthe mhe managed to close his fingers about the smooth glass.

It tasted horrible going down, but when had it ever been pleasant. Almost immediately, black sprouts appeared in his hair, his eyes swirled with green, his skin darkening. He gasped, and pushed back, as his body clamped tightly about his Professor’s. Potter was so much tighter. Even his Professor appreciated it, moaning deeply.

Draco cried out, as the effect was immediate, Snape pushing into him roughly. The chair became uncomfortable, biting into his knees and the soft flesh of his arms. He was certain, had he his complexion, he’d be beginning to bruise. But, the joy of Potter’s skin, was it took so very much more to produce a good bruise. The color needed to be dark, nearly black to look ever so attractive against his olive skin.

Tapered fingers clamped about his wider hips, to keep him positioned, as angles changed, and he nearly wailed as his prostate was grazed. He gripped the chair tighter; quidditch toned chest pressing into the smooth, round curve of the chair’s uppermost backing. His cheeks flushed, hips rolling to keep the pleasurable contact where he wanted it. “Say it,” came the growl.

“Professor,” he sighed, gasping when he was thrust into roughly. “Yes…Professor…I’ve been a horrible Gryffindor…” A hand gripped his hair, tugging it back and exposing his throat. Harry groaned as the tight hold lay his head back, and teeth closed to the side of his throat. The biting didn’t last long, the Professor pulling away to grab his erection in a firm grip.

He cried out, attempting to thrust into the hand to no avail. “Now,” came the command, and one hand – the other he sincerely needed for balance – scrabbled across the table, finally landing on another smooth vial. He gripped it tightly, holding it over his shoulder. Unfortunately, the hand that was wrapped about his aching flesh was the one that reached for the vial. He moaned in disappointment.

A moment or so later – it was hard to tell, this close to ecstasy – the body behind his shifted. A thin, sallow frame paled, and widened. Slender hips and a firm abdomen, and oh Gods yes! a fuller erection pressed hard against him. He managed a look over his shoulder, and met Draco’s mouth. They kissed hard, tongues battling between open mouths, teeth catching lips and cheek. Harry gasped as his mouth was released, and Draco’s arm went about his waist, tugging his body impossibly closer, and pushing down against him forcefully.

It was a while, before the Slytherin turned them around, sitting in the chair, back arched sensuously, as he thrust up, both hands about Harry’s waist, inches from where they needed to be. Harry’s own arms reached back, hands clutching at Draco’s hips, thrusting into air, as his dark head fell back, mouth open and panting hard.

“Please…” he cried, after some time, legs a jiggly mess. Draco took pity on him, getting up, and moving to spread him over the Professor’s desk. Face down, the furniture again bit into his skin, but Harry didn’t care. Hands moved to his spine and about his dripping erection, sliding slickly over his heated flesh. They moved together, Draco cushioned by Harry’s body, Harry repeatedly getting shoved further into the tabletop.

He came, spilling against the hardwood, Draco not long after, spilling into him. As they panted, Draco’s head against Harry’s back, there was soft clapping. They both turned to look, and Professor Snape eyed them from his seat, amusedly. “Very well done boys, points to both houses.” He reached out to them, silently beckoning, and Draco withdrew, he and Harry wincing. They crossed over to the seated man, dropping between his parted legs, and needed no instruction.

Professor Snape’s head craned back, eyes closing slightly. “Yes,” he hissed, as two tongues moved over him. The boys were natural rivals, which made them excellent bedmates. They battled against his swollen member, tongues hot and eager. He was careful not to rock his hips.

They were thorough in their claim, nipping and sucking, and fighting for the right to swallow him. One mouth would come down, but never managed more than one firm stroke, before another replaced it, sucking hard, in an attempt to outdo the other. It was madness, complete and utter insanity. They were both too good at what they did, and even placing them side by side, only encouraged their rivalry. It made for the best blow jobs, in the Professor’s experience.

Luckily, as a dark head dissolved into spun silken strands of gold, one of the boys decided to take control, smoothly swallowing, head bobbing gently. The other moved to express his own passions beneath him, drawing in the older man’s sack and rolling his balls about a warm mouth. He gasped, and the second Draco, slid even further down, both fair boys taking him by the hips and pulling. He slid across the chair, into an admittedly uncomfortable position. But, then Draco number two was working his way toward his opening, and the Dracos looked at each other, eyes glinting devilishly, before they both pressed down in one motion. The Professor couldn’t withstand this double assault, and came hard.

The Dracos made room for one another, licking him clean and sharing his seed between their mouths. As they kissed, stroking one another and braced against their Professor’s thighs, Draco number two gradually changed, into Harry Potter. They broke apart, sighing, and Snape lay his hands on either head. “Tomorrow,” he said, stroking fondly. “We’ll be studying Gryffindors.”

Harry nipped at Draco’s pout. Snape drew them both up into his lap, and they settled there. He smiled, at the two returned erections, curving toward each boy’s hard abdomen. He sat up, adjusting them and took each in hand. They both hissed in appeasement, thrusting into his fists. He used it as leverage to pull them together, and place them both within the cover of his hands. Clutching his thighs, they thrust away, against each other, into each other, trapped between his strong grasp.

Snape licked at his fingers, covered in a milky delicacy. Both boys were panting into his neck, arms about him and each other. There was a mess in their collective lap, but no one really minded. As it was, the pair gained a third wind, and Snape ushered them to the bed.

He chuckled softly, as they grappled for dominance.

“Teenagers,” he said, taking his seat again, as Draco pinned Harry to the bed. Harry, who’d been about to flip them over, groaned darkly, as Draco’s hips sunk down to meet his. Snape smiled, and lightly shook his head. “Never satisfied.”