Moonlight

Jerrod approached the clearing quietly, still not exactly sure why he was following Alan in the first place. Especially into the Forbidden Forest. It wasn't his fault exactly. Alan had been growing more distant over the last week since his rash had spread to his face. He had seemed really self conscious about Jerrod seeing him in his last moulting days and Jerrod had backed off, giving Alan his space. But his resolve wasn't very strong and he'd been trying to steal a few minutes with Alan here and there, seemingly by accident.

Jerrod had taken the news about Alan's creation rather well. He remembered looking at the small scaly patch on Alan's hand curiously, shrugging off the weirdness as an every day thing in his new seriously fucked up world. Jerrod realized a long time ago that if he didn't just accept this shit, he would probably lose it. He preferred to try and stay sane, so accepting it was his only option. He also accepted the fact that he seemed a little obsessed with this beautiful boy a lot better than he would have thought. He reasoned it all out, with Damien's help of course. “He's pretty! It's fun to look at pretty things!” Alan was pretty. He was so pretty. He was pretty like a girl. So that made everything alright.

Jerrod stopped before he reached the last ring of trees surrounding the clearing. He could distantly hear Alan's soft voice over the sound of rushing water. Jerrod moved a little closer, looking out into the clearing and spotting Alan immediately across a small stream. Jerrod's eyes widened and his breath caught at the sight. Alan had taken off his bulky scarf and the glasses he had taken to wearing recently, revealing his greyish, scaly skin. Alan's pale skin seemed to almost glow beneath the moonlight that was bathing the clearing, giving the patch, flaky skin a soft appearance the spread to the dark green button up shirt and black slacks. He bent over, his lustrous black hair falling in a seemingly airbrushed cascade over his shoulder as he let Marius down from his shoulder.

Jerrod was struck with the memory of how they first met and he smiled, watching quietly as Alan whispered softly to Marius, then leaned back against a large boulder next to the stream facing away from Jerrod. He was gazing up at the sky, propped up on one hand with his dark hair falling out loosely behind him. Jerrod could only really see a little bit of Alan's right profile and back, but he satisfied himself with the vision and he leaned against one of the trees, content to just watch the glowing creature.

Until he lost sight of Marius. He had been slithering around at Alan's feet, but now was nowhere to be found. If he was on patrol, Jerrod could be discovered. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to be caught by Alan's bodyguard spying on his master. He was too close to leave without being heard so he decided he would need to cut his Peeping Tom routine short and make an appearance. Jerrod took a step forward... and froze.

Alan had shifted in his seat, turning a little more toward Jerrod. His head was slowly tilting further back and his shirt fell open, revealing a softened expanse of slim chest and slender neck. Something at Alan's lap caught Jerrod's attention and his eyes flew to it, recognizing the movement immediately.Oh Christ. Alan was jerking off right there in front of him! Jerrod stayed frozen on the spot, knowing he couldn't reveal himself now. He knelt slowly, his eyes strangely fixated on the slow, leisurely strokes of Alan's softly glowing hand. His body's response was immediate and he bit his lower lip, digging his nails into his palm.

If he could just stay quiet until Alan was finished or was right in the middle or something he might get a chance to sneak away. He closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths to steady himself. It didn't help. Panting gasps could be heard over the trickling water and Jerrod had a very hard time trying to block out the images those moans were creating. Soon enough, his eyes betrayed him and opened, looking out across the clearing to the moon-bathed boy.

Alan was reclined back on his elbow now, his slacks loose around his hips. Jerrod had a very clear view of Alan's fist pumping slowly up and down, his chest rising and falling with the soft sounds of pleasure. Jerrod dug the heel of his palm into his hardening cock, his body responding far too quickly to this little show. He looked around helplessly, trying to find someway out that wouldn't include him stomping on underbrush or tripping over roots and alerting Alan to his presence.

“Marius... now.” Jerrod barely heard the moaned command but the effect of the words was immediate. Jerrod looked back at Alan just in time to see him suddenly arch back, giving Jerrod a clear view of the pleasure etched into his features. A harsh moan cut through the clearing and Jerrod instinctively knew exactly what was happening. One of Alan's legs was now propped up on the rock so that he was sitting mostly on the large boulder and his shallow breaths were coming much more harshly now. Jerrod's hand had wandered to the front of his pants and he cupped his now fully hard cock through his khakis.

Now the pale, dark haired beauty was reclined back on both hands, his erection bobbing unattended against his flat stomach as his other leg came up to join the first propped on the rock. It didn't stay that way long, however. A long, brownish green rope moved out of the waistband of Alan's pants to quickly engulf the hardened flesh. Marius. Jesus. This was too much! Jerrod had begun to unconsciously stroke firmly against the hardened bulge in his pants. He removed his hand quickly, standing and casting around almost panicked for an escape. I shouldn't be watching, I shouldn't be watching, I should...

“Jerrod...” The strangled moan from that soft, lilting voice was enough to stop Jerrod dead in his tracks. He'd been spotted! Jerrod looked back toward Alan, licking his lips nervously, expecting the boy to be looking his way with a horrified expression. Instead, Alan seemed completely undeterred in his actions and Jerrod heard the moan again.

“Ahh, yes Jerrod...” Oh my god.
The soft whine was all Jerrod needed to push him over the edge. The hand which had been straining for the last several moments to stoke his painful erection was inside his pants in a flash and he groaned quietly in appreciation when he was finally able to grip his rock hard cock. He freed it easily from his loose pants and immediately gave it a long tug. Forgetting his plan to escape, Jerrod now watched unabashedly as Alan was fucked by his snake... fantasizing about him.

Fuck, I wish I was between his legs... The thought came unbidden, and a new realization hit him. Alan's whimpered moans and gasping breaths in the form of Jerrod's name had the larger boy breathing hard as he pictured himself between those perfect thighs, pounding into the responsive body. Alan's body was being pushed roughly back against the rock over and over and Jerrod could almost feel his hands around the slim hips uncovered by the slipping pants. He wasn't aware that his own pants had slipped down over his hips and were now clinging to his upper thighs in the same way. His cock was straining in his grip he panted harshly behind his free hand, praying that Alan couldn't hear him over his own whimpered moans.

Jerrod could feel his climax building about the same time Alan's voice increased in volume and his hand's strokes shortened up on the base as he pulled slowly at the flesh. Alan's body started arching up off the rock and his head fell back, his shirt falling the rest of the way from his shoulders to pool around his wrists and expose the entire slim line of his body to Jerrod's gaze. The dark head fell back and to the side so Jerrod had a perfectly clear view of his face. The moonlight reflecting on the milky white orbs of Alan's eyes made them glow with an almost supernatural light, and they were directed at him. Alan was looking right at him. A few more panted moans and Alan's body stiffened up. He arched back at an impossible angle and a cry of utter completion rent the air.

Jerrod came forcefully, biting into the heel of his palm to stifle a heavy groan his lips. He spurted out ribbons of hot come all over his hand and the ground, his body spasming uncontrollably as he was hit with the waves of his intense climax. The waves pulled him under, stilling the breath in his lungs for several seconds before finally releasing him, leaving him panting and sweaty. He watched with unblinking eyes as Alan's body shuddered in response, the snake finally still.

Eventually Alan's eyes fell closed and Jerrod was broken from whatever spell he had been under. He realized he had fallen to a knee, his half-hard cock still gripped in his sticky hand. He grabbed onto the tree still somewhat concealing him in it's shadow as he came down from his high, trying to keep his balance. He quickly steadied himself, raising to his feet after wiping his hand clean on the tree. He pulled his pants back up over his hips and cast one last glance over his shoulder at Alan, still panting in the aftermath on the rock. Jerrod's still unsteady breath matched the rise and fall of the slender, pale chest and his lips twitched up as he quickly left, no longer caring if Alan heard his retreat.

He ran back through the forest, finding his way out quickly and not stopping till he hit the Hufflepuff dorms. By the time he got there he was completely exhausted, and still half hard. After a very long, long shower he fell into his bed and began to wait impatiently for Alan to molt so he would talk to him again.

~*~

Alan lay on his stomach on the rock that was still warm from the sun, gazing sightlessly at a spot across the river that had caught his attention earlier. He asked Marius to check it out for him when a vaguely familiar scent reached him. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips for a second and he sighed softly, stretching out lethargically. After a few silent moments, Alan felt Marius slither up the rock between his legs and up over his back to wrap loosely around his neck from behind.

“What did you find?” Alan's voice was soft and sweet as he spoke to Marius. The snake lifted his head, pressing his skin against Alan's cold fingers. It was covered with a sticky, warm fluid and Alan drew his finger up to his mouth, a wicked smirk creeping into his features.

“I thought I smelled him.”