His Brave Boy

The infirmary was quiet as the boy lay shivering in his sodden clothes staring up at the blank stark ceiling before him, trying to work out the events of the last couple of hours, in his mind, but they all seemed a blur, he could hear shallow whispering from the other side of the large hall, carried by the smallest chill wind that swept through the ward, ventilating it. He tried to flex his fingers and toes, but all he could feel was a numb ache as he did so, shortly followed by boiling cramps if he flexed to far.

There was a sudden bang at the end of the hall, making him jump ten foot off the bed, not having expected it at all, he spun his head round, in his drowsy state to try and focus on the noise, seeing someone rush at him, he shifted into the deepest edge of the bed, until he hit the railing, burying himself into the now soaked blankets, making a keening noise as he did so...hadn't he been through enough already?

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING” he heard a voice shout,presumably the voice of the person tugging the blankets away from the boys face,and of course he was not budging,staring out of the blankets, heavy with wet into sparkling blue eyes that seemed to warm to him the moment that he saw the boy was looking.Sending a calming trickle through him, enough to let his body relax to let go of the blanket. Which was quickly removed from him, making him whimper from the cold, the chill wind seeming to bite into his skin as it was removed

“Why are you arguing? Cant you see that this boy is in serious need of medical attention! He's half frozen” the voice said, several voices in the back ground seem to argue with the 1st voice, but they were quickly silenced when the voice asked “Have you even thought to call for a healer?” he said watching the boy closely, stroking the damp hair from his forehead, checking his temperature with the back of his hand and frowning.

A second voice spoke out among the flurry of other voices “We did not think it necessary. Really Albus, We have greater concerns than this at the moment...surely he can wait?” that was exactly the wrong thing to say, the boy thought with a slight smirk as he leaned closer to the railing again, his face so numb he couldn't tell what expression he was pulling off...he hoped that it wasn't constipated...

“You...didn't think it was necessary?” asked Albus Dumbledore his voice cold and hard “Get out all of you! Someone inform Head Master Dippet of what has occurred” said Albus, the same 2nd voice spoke out again “But we have to question the boy” There were several snapping noises followed by yelps and a scurry and a door slamming, he heard a humourless chuckle and that face was in his line of sight again. He wished he could have seen what had happened.

“I'm sorry about them Mr.Moody, they should know better than that.” he heard the voice and he did what he hoped was a shrug, turning his head away the words sinking in and making him feel worthless “...I summoned a healer, but I'm afraid they wont be here for awhile...with the war going on, we're hard pressed to find a nurse for the infirmary, and healers are as scarce as phoenix teeth”

Alastor nodded once, the idea of dying of hypothermia not a pleasant one at all, surely he could at least warm the room up for him? “P...P...Prof..D.Dum..” he stuttered trying to pronounce Professor Dumbledore's title before giving up, frustrated he felt hot tears welling to his eyes and he managed in a chocked voice to say “cold” Dumbledore nodded and stood up heating the room, which already made him feel better, but he was frozen to his core, and the cold wet clothes weren't a comfort to him, as a matter of fact they itched against his skin, making it feel like several insects were burrowing into him “s..still” Dumbledore stared at the boy for a long moment as if coming to a decision and walked over making him sit up.

“I think a nice warm bath will do you the world of good, just until the healer gets here” he said moving his hands over to the torn remains of Alastor's shirt and unbuttoning it and removing it swiftly. Several bruises, and lacerations marked the boys body along with a all to large collection of scars, but the most interesting parts of his torso were the two pert nipples almost purple against his pale skin. “Trousers will need to come off as well Mr.Moody” said the voice, Alastor managed to blush which looked quite startling against the contrast of his white skin, but managed to stand, even bandy legged and slip out of his ripped trousers, acutely aware of the fact that he wasn't wearing shoes and socks, and was soon naked before his professor, covering himself as best he could with his hands.Eyes closed and head downcast. It wasn't fair!

Albus Dumbledore was having a great moral battle within himself as he stared at the boy before him, a model of perfection,Even when he looked like a half drowned and frozen kitten, in the middle of a empty infirmary, he looked good. His skin ghostly white his lips and nipples an almost pleasant blue, he was shivering which made his muscles flex without the boys command, and every mark on his body was a testament to the boys long career of being known as a trouble maker of sorts. Though never malicious and certainly never his fault. It was a pity that Dippet and the other professors didn't like the boy. To spirited and wild...Yet he some how managed to become a brilliant prefect and scholar despite not having a help.

He chanted to himself as he created a giant tin tub in the middle of the room, filling it with steaming water. “The boy is your student”...unfortunately he answered himself back “but he's 17” soon the bath was filled and he took Alastor by the shoulders and led him into the water. He didn't know what was more beautiful, the way Alastor writhed as he was immersed in warm water, making his skin feel like it was being pealed off the bone, he was so cold, or the contented sigh he gained when his body finally became accustomed to the temperature of the water.

“Mr.Moody you cant fall asleep in the tub, you need to keep your eyes open please” came the voice again, he felt that honey trickle down his brain leaking into his spine and he reluctantly opened his eyes, looking tiredly at his Professor, but grateful non the less. “I'm sorry professor” he muttered into the bubbles, but Dumbledore just shook his head, and petted his shoulder summoning a bottle of shampoo out of thin air “There is absolutely nothing to be sorry for Alastor, Your still quite muddy, I'm just going to wash your hair” he said, Alastor nodded, trying not to think of the objections his hair had gotten in the passed from his other professors.

Alastor Lay very still as his mane of copper-red hair was washed and rinsed and washed again for good measure,by the time that Dumbledore added the second measure of shampoo to Alastors hair and massaged it into his scalp Alastor realised he had a problem. All this personal contact was causing his no longer raisin and shrunken penis to not only become interested but to rise to the occasion as well.

“Oh merlin this was the worst day of my life.” Thought Alastor Miserably. As he tried to will his need down, but 2 days lost in the forest trying to help a group of students who had ventured in after he told them not to, then finding out that Grindlewald of all people had put a base just outside of Hogwarts,spending a few hours of torment under there hands before somehow escaping and then dumped in the frozen lake by a group of Slytherin bastards who thought he needed a lesson in manners, only to be captured by Ogg and given a sound beating, for running away,causing troubles and being out after curfew before finally getting to the hospital wing to be treated like a lame dog, then helped only to get a hard-on! From his male professor and head of house non the less! He wasn't gay!

“Is something wrong Alastor?” said the voice right next to Alastors ear, making him shiver and sink into the water, his face beet red. “..N...No, thank you Professor Dumbledore” he mumbled as Dumbledore lathered soap over his neck and shoulders and torso, running a rough cloth over his sore nipples making him moan involuntarily. “Alastor are you sure...your rather red, and you have a fever” said the voice making him ball his fists up wondering if he could bring himself off under the water without him realising. “I...I'm sorry Professor” he mumbled wishing he were dead “What ever for my boy?”

Alastor tried to figure out how best to break it to the man, but failed and decided to show him instead, getting up slowly, Dumbledore helping him until he stood, red faced looking away and sporting a rather impressive hard-on. Dumbledore stared at it for a long moment before saying “Oh...” Alastor officially wanted to die. “Nothing to be ashamed of my boy, nothing at all” He said patting Alastors back, and rinsing off the suds with his a jet of warm water from his wand. Alastor quickly scrambled out of the bath, and accidentally fell only to get cause by his professor.Burying his face in the older man's beard.

After a quick drying spell Alastor felt much better, and was led to a fresh bed to lie down. His hard-on being ignored and getting incredibly painful, while his professor worked around him, giving him potions and tending to his cuts and bruises,strictly staying away from the problem area, until he accidentally grazed it while tending to a cut on Alastor's inner thigh,making him hiss and growl. “I'm terribly sorry my boy, I didn't mean to touch you” Alastor glared half heartedly at him, before turning his back on him,dozing off thanks to the potions.

What he did not expect was to feel his ass cheeks being parted, making his head spin back wide eyed in under 2 seconds “Oh...I...You were asleep and I needed to check your temperature.The spell for checking your temperature would have woken you. I'm sorry I should have known better” Alastor shook his head and lifted his leg to accommodate the cold slick feeling of the thin thermometer being slid into him, making him shiver. “How are you feeling Alastor?” asked Dumbledore as he worked on bandaging his thigh. “Honestly? I dunno...Tired,stiff and sore...oh merlin” He had to say stiff, he thought to himself going red again, and gripping the railings “sorry sir” he muttered wishing he could die. “Not at all my boy, to be honest I'm quite flattered”

Alastor couldn't believe his ears and just gapped at his professor as if he'd grown 3 heads. Dumbledore smiled at him, patting his shoulder and slid his hand down Alastor's back to the thermometer and pulling it out of him slowly “Gaaa...Merlin what was that?” moaned Alastor as he bucked into the air...Albus stared at him blankly before realising what he had done “Oh...I'm so sorry my boy the thermometer must have brushed against your prostate...I'm terribly sorry” muttered Dumbledore stroking his hair,planting a kiss on Alastors temple. “it felt...so good” muttered Alastor closing his eyes to hang on to the after shock of the best thing he had ever felt...

Dumbledore stared down at the boy,who's eyes were closed, lips parted and glistening, slightly damp hair feathered about his face, strong shoulders tense, back muscles rippling, buttock clenched trying to hold onto the feeling it just experienced and even covered in bandages his legs were a site to behold, moving to the front, he could see that his nipples were rock hard and pebbled and his penis was so hard it was pressed against his stomach, the vain running along the under side of it pulsing. Dumbledore made up his mind, and pushed Alastor onto his back, slicking a finger with medical lubricant he slid it into Alastor.

Alastor gasped in shock and looked down to see a set of sparkling blue eyes looking down at him hungrily, making him flush and that wasn't just the fever, as he felt the finger in him press repeatedly on that one spot, making him arch up off the bed, biting his lip. “more!!! please professor! More!” he begged pushing against the finger. Dumbledore slid in a second finger, ignoring his own needs for the moment, and started to push it in and out slowly, enjoying the site of his student trying to push up in the air to get some release. The moans,grown's and growls, coupled with the occasional sounds of “unnn..” and “guh” made him push in faster in the hopes of getting new sound out of the boy.

“More! Please Please! Sir! Need more” how could he refuse as he added some more Lubricant and a third long finger, stroking the boys stomach as he did this, watching his fevered brow, sweating but not from the fever, as he pushed in and out, scissoring his fingers every once in awhile “Not enough! Please! More!” he heard a hoarse groan, worried that he had done something wrong he paused, to look up at the boy who's chocolate brown eyes stared down at him glazed over “please...more...” was whispered, he could see the boy wasn't well at all, but at least this was making him feel better, he thought, sliding in a forth finger.

As the forth finger was slid in Alastor swung his head back, and let out a tight scream, feeling it brush against his prostate over and over again, it felt like he was going to explode, but he gathered his breath, coughing and looking down “more...more please” Dumbledore stared at the boy wondering if he knew what he was asking for, but the eyes left him no doubt. The boy wasn't like many students ,where they are wide eyed and stupid with the powers of youth. This boy had seen what the world is truly like, and was older in soul than possibly even himself at that age, he nodded at the boy and removed his fingers, stroking his sides.

“Are you sure you want this Alastor?” asked Dumbledore as he took off his belt and slid open his robes, at least he wasn't so old as to be ugly...he was still toned, even if a little flabby, Dumbledore thought to himself, but Alastor didnt seem to care,his fever glazed eyes stared at Dumbldores cock in a silent plee for him to hurry up. Dumbledore pulled himself up onto the bed and sat between his legs, staring down at the boy. “With all due respect sir, please hurry up before I'm your age” he whispered his voice now hoarse but more than likely from getting a flue than the screaming, Dumbledore smiled, leaned over him and pressed his cocks head against the welcoming entrance.

Alastor stared up at his Professor with a smile, and pulled him forward into a kiss, as Dumbledore slide home into him. “Oh....sweet...merlin” the boy muttered under his professor as they kissed, Dumbledore resting above him, until he was sure Alastor could take him in and started moving back and forth slowly, Alastors kissed were messy and unpractised, but good non the less, the boy was a natural, and soon they got into a rhythm of kissing and thrusting that made them both moan in pleasure, the hospital bed, moving with every thrust the wheels on it screeching as Dumbledore nailed into Alastor over and over.

It wasn't long before Alastor spent over his stomach spraying his professor in the process, moaning his name, before passing out as he felt a hot jet of liquid spray his insides.Warming him more than any bath could. When he came to he found his professor cuddled next to him,a finger in him again, he moaned to tired to move “Shh...just making sure I didn't hurt you Alastor” said the voice, pulling out and muttering a spell to take the bruising away and leave him as if he never touched him,then walking away he collected a pair of shorts and after running a damp cloth over the boys stomach to get rid of the rest of the evidence, smiling as the boys cock twitched in interest he slid on a pair of boxer shorts and covered him with a blanket, just in time for the healer to walk in. “Ah finished him off already I see” said the healer in a tired but friendly voice“I'm glad to see you could come” said Dumbledore dryly as he looked down at the boy he hoped he would be having a few more encounters with before the year was out.