Twisted

Twisted:
Summary: Very twisted relationships
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the little world they live in, I own this story line. Got it? Am using info from all books though this starts in the 4th one.
Chapter One:
I don’t care what you heard, it was wrong. It was right up until Cedric Diggory gave Harry Potter advice about the second task. He followed it most reluctantly two days later under the advice of Ron and Hermione. He was in the prefect’s bathroom in a bath towel, climbing into the pool-like bath tub with Moaning Myrtle and her covered eyes.
What you didn’t know was that Severus Snape was very drunk that night. You’d be too if you had this kind of pathetically terrible life. First, his classes decided to be snobs and most first and second years had burst into tears. Then he received a visit by Death Eaters, being cornered while he was visiting a potions supply store. A few rounds of an Unforgivable Curse to make him swear he’d rejoin Lord Voldemort as soon as Wormtail resurrected him. Then he returned to his boss, an old friend he had once fell in love with. Albus Dumbledore had made sure Snape knew that only he could care anything about him. But that did not mean Snape wanted sex after all of the incest and abuse, but Dumbldore raped him anyway, reminding the dark, brooding man that no one would ever care about him at all. And now Snape was turning into his drunken father, roaming the corridors with fire whiskey.
That was how Snape ended up in the prefect’s bathroom, hoping to sober up before snapping at anyone or killing anyone or worse. The first thing he saw was Moaning Myrtle peaking at something from between the spaces in her fingers, giggling madly. Then Snape saw Harry Potter, naked, climbing into the bath or pool or whatever it was. The moonlight made his skin positively glow. He was a bit on the thin side, but slightly muscular from Quittich and then his cock….not too bad for a fourteen year old. Snape was positively perverted! He thought the fourteen year old son of his enemy was hot. And his was, mind you. He watched Potter swim around a bit before his bright green eyes landed sight of him. They grew wide and Potter sank beneath the surface wearing a nice shade of red on hid cheeks.
“Potter, what are you doing in the prefects’ bathroom?” Snape slurred, swaying slightly as he stepped closer to the bath. “You aren’t a prefect, I don’t think.”
“No, sir,” Potter muttered, pushing himself up so his head was out of the soapy water. “I’m working on the second task.”
“Strange. I thought you were taking a bath in the wrong place. But that does not explain how you got here.”
“Cedric Diggory told me to come here!” Potter declared angrily. “Ask him!”
“I don’t need to. I think I need to punish you now, “ Snape said. “I’ll enjoy it, but I don’t know about you.”
Potter still looked pissed, but he noticed a bit of worry in his green eyes. Snape walked around the bath, removing his robe. Thank God he’d forgotten to put anything under it. He slipped the black cloth off of his shoulders and exposed his large, thick, erect cock. Potter just gaped at it…at him as his teacher slipped into the bath with him. Potter swam to one end of the pool, realizing that Snape was not only drunk, but very horny. He tried to climb over the end of the bath, but Snape held him there, pinning his wrist to the ground and pushing his body against the side of the large bath tub.
“This may hurt, Potter,” Snape whispered in his ear before guiding his dick to the squirming virgin’s hole. He pressed the head against it, but stopped when Potter did.
After a few silent seconds potter said, “Just do it, Snape. Get it over with.”
Permission? Potter didn’t sound very excited, but why should he? Snape complied and slammed himself into Potter without preparation or lubrication. He was pleased to hear Potter shriek. God he was tight. Snape hadn’t felt this good ever and he’d never taken a virgin before. It had been too long since he’d fucked anyone. He moaned and Potter stoppe his screaming and whimpering and all Snape could hear was the boy’s uneven, deep breaths.
Snape repeated his motions by pulling out quickly and pushing back in roughly. Didn’t want to give Potter time to breathe. Potter Sr. hadn’t. Snape was returning the favor. He’d lost his virginity unwillingly to James Potter and Harry Potter lost his to Snape.
“That hurts, you bastard,” Potter mumbled as Snape felt that familiar warning signs that he was about to come. He grunted before unloading himself in Potter’s ass. He pulled out immediately and caught his breath on the stone floor. Potter pulled himself over the side to rest next to himself.
“Have fun, professor?” Potter asked.
“Yeah, thanks, Potter,” Snape mumbled. “God, my head.”
“Serves you right, you drunken rapist,” Potter said. “Have a good night, Professor.”
And Potter got up and left in a bath towel without his cloths and his egg.
****
The next morning, Snape woke up in the care of Poppy Pomfrey. She was busy feeling his head or a fever. He swatted her hand away and sat up.
“Who in hell brought me here, woman?” Snape demanded.
She scowled at him.
“You did, Severus,” Poppy replied. “You walked down here drunk and passed out so I took care of you. If you want to teach class with a hangover, be my guest.”
“Fine,” Snape grumbled, sliding off of the bed. Poppy muttered something about stubbornness and stupid pride as she shuffled off. Snape shook his head and walked to class, thinking about what he’d done. It was a curse to always do things that happened to you. Now Snape actually felt guilty. Damn emotions never did anyone. He burst into class and walked straight to his desk with the eyes of every student on him.
“Turn to page 368,” Snape said. “Work on whatever potion it shows and do not bother me. Throw it away when you finish. Just leave-me-alone.”
He sat in his seat and buried his face in his hands. Maybe she should have stayed in Poppy’s care. His brain felt as though it had been repeatedly stabbed.
That class went by unusually slow. When the bell rang, Potter walked up to his desk.
“You okay, Professor?” Potter asked. People should not be worried about their rapist.
“Go to class, Potter!” Snape shouted.
“But-”
“Detention for bothering me!” Snape yelled. “Tonight after dinner!”
“Fine,” Potter mumbled and walked away, head held high. Arrogant child.
****
After dinner, Potter was in his office. He had skipped dinner just like he had for a week. He wasn’t hungry and so he wasn’t going to eat. Poppy insisted he was getting far too thin.
“What do you want me to do, sir?” Potter asked.
“Take off your pants and bend over my desk.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t mean to say that aloud. He looked up to find Potter staring at him, eyebrow raised before taking off his pants with no questions asked.
“Potter, I didn’t mean to-”
“Professor, I don’t care what you meant,” Potter said. “If you want to fuck me then do it.”
So Snape stood up, now sobered up without any hangover effects. Potter bend over his desk, presenting his perfect, round ass. Potter just lay there looking bored.
“So the Boy-Who-Lived doesn’t exactly enjoy sex does he?” Snape inquired as he slid himself in the teenager a little more gentler than yesterday. “Not like normal people?”
“No, sir. To both questions,” Potter replied. “I think it’s pointless.”
“So why…are you….letting…me fuck….fuck you?” Snape asked between thrusts.
“I don’t know, sir,” Potter replied honestly.
What does it matter? Snape asked himself as he fucked his least favorite student. Potter just stayed in position, making no noises with the exception of his breathing. He only lay there listening as Snape grunted and moaned in his ear.
“God you are such a slut, Potter. Gonna take it like a whore. Snape’s little bitch are you?” Snape asked before coming.
Potter left without a word.
-Kirra and Kade