Angels And Fantacys

Angels and Fantasys
-Shimerao Alkardi

My angel stands before me, like I have seen him so many times before. I want to jump up and rip his clothes off, sending them flying around the dungeons. But I don't, I can't. I've seen the way he looks at me, his nose turned up at the mere sight of me, the disgusted sneer firmly in place. He looks at most of us Gryfindores that way, but I feel it placed firmly upon me as my mind wanders, listening to his voice wash over me, it's velveteen sound so unlike the an it belongs to. I have never known the real man, the man behind that mask, either his everyday one, or the Death Eater one he donns so frequently. I had a chance once, to know him, to let him know me, but I blew it away for the sake of my dammed curiosity.

I glance down at my lap and see my cock rising to attention, tenting the front of my robes. Blushing, I cover myself and look up to the front of the room. I watch my fantasy gliding across the room with the grace of a cat, prowing behind his desk and back again, snarling at Neville as the parchment scroll is thrown at him.

I imagine I'm not in Potions, but in the man's rooms, laying naked upon his bed, my hands tied above my head and my knees spread. I imagine him, sliding his body down mine, pale and tanned flesh rubbing against the other, slick with sweat. He nips at my collar bone with his teeth, sucking on the middle before mooving lower to suck one of my nipples into his mough. I gasp softly.

"Harry! Pay attention!" Hermione snapps in my ear, scowling at me.

I imagine he's moving lower still, licking his way over my stomach and my cock. I gasp again and whimper softly as he pulls back. I look up, my eyes locking with deep onyx ones.

"Are you sure?" He asks, the concern evident in his beautiful voice.

I nod, desperate for something, anything over thatn being left here in a state of sexual fraustration. He reaches over to the cabinet beside the bed and pulls out a small tube. I know what it is and suddenly realise what he is about to do. I suck in a sharp breath as the first finger breaches me, pushing past the ring of muscle and inside me. Then another and another join the first inside me, streaching me from the inside, lubricating the way for his cock. My own leaking cock gives a twitch and I almost cum from that thought alone. His fingers slide out and I wine in protest, bucking my hips back to try and regain the feeling. He chuckles softly and murmers in my ear,

"Impatient, arn't we?"

I not frantically and cry out in satisfaction as he lines his leaking cock up with my slick hole and slams home in one sharp thrust. I cum, thick, pearly liquid covers my stomach and his chest, he slams in again and cums, feeling my walls close around him.

"Harry!" He screams in fulfillment.

"Severus!" I cry back, realising the moment the word has passed my lips, I have lost the fantasy...


~~Fin~~