Willing Sin

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WILLING SIN

The dark man couldn’t believe what he was seeing before him and yet for all of his self-recriminations, couldn’t look away.

Soft pale skin with the barest hint of golden color lain over trembling muscles. Dark hair made even darker by the sweat that dripped from a smooth brow and down, down over the curve of cheek and along a tensed neck. Head thrown back in abandon as a softly calloused hand trailed from joint of neck and shoulder down across a hard golden bud to slide under dark fabric.

He almost closed his eyes upon hearing the sharp gasp.

He forced them back open.

To watch as even more pale skin was revealed as nighttime coverings were pushed away, to fall forgotten on a cold floor.

Pale and slim with a layer of muscle added to soften the hard edge of bone. The figure in front of him could be one of a dozen perfect Greek statues displaying the ethereal beauty that once led a god to steal away a boy.

Before him, dappled in moonlight, stood his own Ganymede.

His.

To do with whatever he so desired, and desire he did.

To taste the sweat on the soft skin, with lips and tongue to trace the same path that only moments before a hand had made. To cover every inch of skin with marks and claims, to tell the world that the boy was his, and his only, and by the boy’s own admission.

Jewel bright eyes opened, filled with trust and desire, to watch as slender fingers made short work of many buttons. Soon heavy robes joined the forgotten nightclothes on the floor.

Those same hands with their slender and agile fingers slid across and around a curve of arm to bring the younger body into fuller contact against the still clothed man. Hands moving across the smooth expanse of back, to tease at the tops of rounded flesh.

A soft moan heard as a dark head is once again thrown back. With the quick reflexes of a predator the dark man swooped down to take from the young boy what he wanted. A nip of teeth on lips and thrusting tongues, as two mouths met.

No longer holding back the boy lifted his hands to begin the process of undressing his companion. Pushing away dark cloth and parting the white shirt to get at what lay underneath. Just enough to reach what he wanted as the boy pinched hard at the pale pink nub, turning it a darker shade and pulling a low groan from the others throat.

Hoping the man would respond in kind. Knowing that he would, slender hands made their way to his own chest.

Hissing in pleasure as the man’s fingers ruthlessly pinched and tugged at his flesh.

At the sharp pleasure the boy rocked himself against the dark man, thrusting his chest out in hopes of receiving the harsh treatment again. Loving the way the man knew just what he wanted, how he wanted, every time they met.

With a barely concealed smirk the man pulled away to whisper in the boy’s ear.

“I have something that you shall like.”

Jewel tone eyes glanced up, a hopeful half smile on the young face.

“Really?” the boy couldn’t help but question.

“Of this I am assured.” Was his only reply as the man pulled away completely to remove something from his pants’ pocket.

“Now stand still.” Came the command as those slender fingers that the boy so loved once again reached for his chest.

When they pulled away did he finally look down to see what was causing the lovely feelings, the teetering between pleasure and pain. There on each small bud was a tiny silver clamp inlaid with emerald green enamel. Small smooth teeth, pulling at his flesh just the way he enjoyed.

Biting his lip he glanced at the man, letting what he was feeling to show in his eyes.

The man watched as the far too adult look came across the boy’s face. Loving the irony that the seeming innocent was nothing of the sort and by the innocent’s own choice. Never would the man have believed it possible to enjoy such willing sin, sublimely grateful for its discovery that fateful night two years ago.

Slowly he reached out to flick at the darkened bud, loving the gasping moan that slipped from the pale throat.

He waited until closed eyes opened, then began to remove the last of his own garments. Enjoying how bright eyes darkened in true appreciation. For while the youth embodied many of the sins as decreed by the ‘Light’, lying was not one of them; at least not to him.

Once all impediments were gone he reached for the boy who willing slid into his embrace and again mouth met mouth.

Slowly he led his willing boy until they reached one of the old armchairs that decorated their space. Lifting from the kiss he spun the boy around and bent him over the chair’s arm.

Without question the boy placed his hands on the far arm for support and spread his thighs.

The man stopped to admire the pretty picture before him. A young willing boy, bent over with legs spread so that everything lay exposed. Including his last little present to the boy.

With deft fingers he traced along the edge of dark green material as it disappeared into a golden ring of flesh, pulling a moan from the body in front of him. Gently he pulled it out part way before slamming it back in.

“And just how long has this been here may I ask.” He questioned the boy after he stopped twitching.

“Since lunch.” Came the gasped reply.

“Lunch, which I believe is right before MY class, is it not?” He asked once again pulling out and slamming back in. “What a naughty boy, no wonder you were even more incompetent than usual.”

His only answer another gasp.

Working quickly he readied himself, before removing their plaything. Draping himself across the boy’s back he positioned himself and looped his arms around the boy’s chest, fingers just brushing the swollen flesh. After breathing had once again slowed, he pushed his way in, pinching at the reddened buds and dragging a scream from young lungs.

After that all semblance of gentle behavior left as the man ruthlessly pounded into the willing body of his young lover. Just as the boy began to reach completion the man pulled the little silver clamps from his chest.

One long scream was pulled from the boy as he climaxed.

“Llllllluuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvv!”

Slamming into his boy only a few more times the dark man soon followed his lover.

Pulling out from the beautiful body beneath him, he took several steps back and falling into the matching armchair, pulled his boy into his lap. Gently he stroked sweat-darkened hair from a pale brow and placed a loving kiss on the scar found there.

“What was it this time Harry?” He asked the boy who curled into him, holding on tightly.

“He sent me another dream. Please Sev, do I really have to compete in this tournament? I don’t want to, you know that, and I just have this really awful feeling.” Came the slightly muffled answer from the vicinity of his right shoulder.

Rubbing his hands along Harry’s back, he wished he had an answer. But they both knew there was no way to get Harry out of competing in the Tri-Wizards Tournament. No way to stop the visions he received through his scar, or the Mark from becoming darker on his own arm. Nothing they could really do about anything, except what they were.

Taking their much needed comfort and support from each other. Giving each other something to hold onto.

“Sleep Harry, I’m here.” He whispered into dark hair, rubbing his hands soothingly along a tensed back.

“Stay with me?” Came the sleepy question as Harry snuggled deeper into Severus’s arms.

“As long as you need me.” He responded, wasting a bit of energy to mumble a quick cleaning spell and then summon a blanket.

He had to strain to catch the slight whisper that drifted out from between lazy, kiss-swollen lips. Something deep within his chest loosened, even as his arms drew tighter around his boy.

“Always.”