Title: The Vipertooth's Kiss
Author: eeyore9990
Characters: Severus Snape/Charlie Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild blood/wound play, pain sluttery, biting, intoxicated!Snape, hot m/m action (I hope)
Themes/kinks chosen: Pheromones with hints of romantic marriage
Word Count: 3600
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dragons were the first task, and they can be pesky creatures, especially for the dragon handlers. They can also give struggling pr0n writers lovely, if contrived, plot devices. Yay!
Author's notes: *sacrifices sex toys at the altar of the pr0n muse* Finally, finally, the dry spell is broken. I have managed to write an NC-17 fic! My deepest thanks to the chat girls for all the help and support and to littleblackbow who agreed to draw accompanying art for this to inspire me in my pursuit of an NC-17 rating.

Also, a very, very, very belated Happy Birthday to snapesgirl. You may now feel free to add that extra digit to your age.

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Severus stared down at the heavily scarred man stretched out before him. Thick muscles leapt under taut skin in an obvious attempt to keep from writhing in pain. The fever-flushed cheeks darkened still further under his regard, prompting Severus to lift one dark eyebrow.

"Something amiss?"

A choked laugh turned into a hiss of agony before the young man began convulsing on the table.

"My life will be forever cursed by Weasleys," Severus muttered, hands pressing against wide shoulders to hold the man flat. "By rights, I should have been rid of you years ago."

"So sorry… to disappoint," the man grunted, his hair so saturated with an unhealthy sweat that it appeared a dark brown versus the bright red Severus knew it to be.

"What is it that drives your family towards a life of foolhardy pursuits? Blowing themselves up for a lark, placing themselves in the way of ancient Egyptian curses for which there are no known cures, following wrong-headedly after a boy whose only purpose in life appears to be to find the most painful way to die… and then there's you. The most foolish of all. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to tangle with dragons?"

Charlie Weasley grinned weakly as Severus helped lever him onto his stomach to treat the wounds along his back. "It was just a Peruvian Vipertooth, Snape. 's not as if it's all that big, really."

"No, merely large enough to nearly rip out your rib cage. You're very lucky one of the teeth didn't puncture an organ. I wouldn't have been able to save you then."

"What? Don't tell me the man who promised us, as impressionable First Years, that he could put a stopper in death itself can be bested by a mere dragon! I might just faint from the shock of it all."

"You aren't lightheaded over my fantastical claim—which, by the way, is completely true—you're simply suffering a rather severe amount of blood loss. And, if I'm not mistaken," Severus used a quiet spell that drew a line of greenish coloured bile from the wound, "the addition of approximately half a litre of venom."

"'s a good thing they're not very poisonous."

"Mmm, yes. Otherwise I'd be working on a corpse. Oh, wait, that would be preferable, wouldn't it? You'd be silent, at any rate."

Another spell ensured that the wounds were perfectly cleaned before Severus reached for a dark blue jar, unscrewing the lid and sniffing the contents to check for the freshness of the ingredients. Satisfied, Severus smoothed the dittany-laced cream over the ragged edges of the bite marks dotting Charlie's back, paying careful attention and keeping his touch light. Though he took extreme care, the scrape of his fingers over the bloody wounds drew hisses of pain from Charlie.

"God!" Charlie moaned, clenching his fists at his sides. Something about the quality of the sound caused blood to race just that bit faster through Severus' veins.

"Be still, Weasley. Your melodramatic floundering will merely cause me to take longer and bring you more pain. I realise you've been in that heathen country for too long to remember, but we Brits are noted for our stiff upper lips."

A short bark of laughter split Charlie's lips. "More pain? Yeah, all right. More's good."

When Severus raised one eyebrow at him, Charlie closed his eyes tightly, pressed his hands into the bed on either side of him and pushed up into Severus' touch, driving Severus' fingers deep into his flesh. Another pain-laced moan broke from Charlie's throat and instinct made Severus yank his hand away.

Charlie sighed, though whether at the loss of Severus' touch or due to the lingering effects of the dragon's venom combined with blood loss, Severus didn't know. Charlie turned his head to face Severus again, regarding Severus steadily before he said, "Again. Please." The stark need lacing the words made Severus back away, allowing his hair to swing into his face.

Unwilling to allow himself even the appearance of being cowed by a former student, Severus hurriedly plucked some clean cloths from a tray and dipped them into a waiting basin of warm water. Attempting to put an end to the rising tension in the room, Severus went on the offensive. "Is it merely the influence of that beast's bite, or are you normally this aroused by a bit of pain?"

"I'm a dragon keeper. If I didn't enjoy a spot of pain, I'd have quit years ago."

Severus blinked at the unabashedly casual tone in which Charlie had offered that information. "You truly enjoy pain?"

"Mmm. Not like daggers and whips, but a nice spanking will certainly grab my attention."

"'Not like daggers and whips', yet the moment I set my hands to your wounds, you're writhing against me like a… Knockturn whore." Severus dropped his voice to a low purr at the same moment he pressed the warm cloth to Charlie's back, digging into the deepest of the tooth-marks with his fingers.

"Oh, God. Fuck. Again!"

Severus pulled his hands away, balling them into fists that he drew into the sleeves of his robes. "No. No more. I'm meant to heal you, not cause you further harm."

Charlie growled and pushed himself to his elbows, twisting his upper body to glare at Severus. "Do I look bloody harmed?"

"Yes. Both."

Charlie's brow wrinkled before he rolled his eyes. "And now he has jokes. Bloody and harmed, so funny. Ha."

Severus couldn't help himself; his lips twitched at that. "Lie down. I have work to do."

A few moments went by in blessed peace and quiet before Charlie broke it once more. "You don't fancy blokes?"

Severus stared down at him for a long moment before going back to his task, refusing to dignify that question with an answer.

Charlie rolled his broad shoulders, causing the muscles along his back to shift and pull. "A bloke can hope, right?"

"One's private life is meant to be private, Weasley."

"I suppose you're just not the marrying kind, then?"

Severus was so surprised at that, he momentarily lowered his ban on speculation about his love life to say, "Marriage? What about me makes you believe I would ever marry?"

A dimple bloomed in what Severus could see of Charlie's cheek. "Oh, you're obviously a romantic, under that dark and surly exterior. A flower-bedecked arbour, a beautiful, sunny day in June. And the little woman, skipping down the aisle to you, wearing a lacy white dress. There will be birds. White ones, of course. And the air will sparkle with the glow of a thousand fairy lights—"

"Which would be utterly invisible in the June sun—"

"Oh, but you'll have thought of that and cast some sort of extra special romantic charm on them so that they twinkle. And there will be a dozen children to carry your wife's train, all cherub-like. And you'll have charmed crickets to play some Bach or something—"

"I believe the traditional wedding march, not skip, was composed by Mendelssohn."

"Aha! You have thought of it!"

"No, you twit. I am simply familiar with Mendelssohn's work. It cannot be helped that the idiot Muggles decided to desecrate it by using it in their pompous wedding ceremonies." Pressing against Charlie's shoulders, Severus leaned forward, peering closely at the deep puncture wounds which were slowly healing over. "If you've had enough fun at my expense, I believe you're due a blood replenishing draught."

"I can never have enough fun with you, Snape. Only problem is, you'll never let me have the sort of fun I want to have."

"Hmm, fun and Weasleys… I believe you are correct. Consider this a lifetime ban on 'fun'." Severus sincerely hoped his bored, dismissive tone would put Charlie off pursuing a topic that had already proved disquietingly uncomfortable.

Sighing, Charlie rolled back over, wincing again even as his face lost a bit of colour.

"Stop moving, you idiot boy. And drink this before you find yourself unconscious." Severus thrust a blood replenishing draught at him, watching closely as he swallowed every bit of it. A flush returned to his cheeks, prompting Severus to check him once again for signs of fever. Removing the dragon's venom should have had a positive effect… Severus frowned as he spotted a transparent, oily substance on Charlie's left side, just under his arm.

"What is this?" he asked, dragging his fingers through it. Severus frowned, rubbing his fingers idly before bringing them to his nose to sniff out the substance.

Charlie raised his arm, twisting his upper body and arching his neck to see better. "I dunno. It looks like… oh, bloody hell." He glanced up just as Severus inhaled a whiff of… something completely intoxicating. "Don't!" Charlie winced even as Severus felt his mind begin to float. "You are really going to regret having done that."

"What is it?" Severus asked, his voice seeming to come from far away.

"The Chinese Fireball we brought for the first task is in season."

"Ah. A mating secretion laced with enough pheromones to drive a fully grown man insane with lust. Which is why the Chinese use it in their fertility potions. I've always found it rather unstable in most common bases and too expensive otherwise." Severus swayed and frowned when Charlie pushed himself off the table, strong arms coming around Severus to guide him gently into a nearby chair. "Did you know that, when mixed with guava berries, it can also cure erectile dysfunction?" Charlie's smile wavered in Severus' vision, causing him to blink to clear it.

"Your mind never stops, does it?" Charlie murmured near Severus' ear before a low moan drew his attention.

"What was that?"

"Hmm?"

"Someone moaned."

"Oh. That was, ah, you."

"How odd."

"I think it might have something to do with the fact that I accidentally, err, frotted against you."

"How does one accidentally frot?"

"Well, it was part of getting you over here to the chair, but you were… ah. Your tentpole was raised, so to speak."

Severus leaned over, looking closely at his lap. It took him a moment to realise that his vision had gone completely dark and another moment before his sluggish brain connected the pieces. His forehead was resting against his knees and his robes were obstructing his view. Raising his head—which took far more effort than it should have—Severus finally caught a glimpse of his lap. "Well. It appears that I have an erection."

A loud, boisterous laugh reached him a few seconds later and Severus reared back, brow furrowing as a dim sort of outrage flowed through him. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, Snape. I wouldn't dream of it."

"Good. I haven't lost the ability to hex you, you know. Hmm. I have an erection. Would you like to do something about it?" Another moan split the air between them. Severus frowned, looking up at Charlie. "Was that me again?"

"No, that was me. Snape, I'd love nothing more than to take care of your… erection—and oh my God, how odd is this conversation?—but I would never take advantage of you like this."

"Take advantage? But I'm offering."

"You're beyond intoxicated. Trust me, if I 'took care' of you, you'd hex my bits off in the morning. I'm afraid, much to my personal dismay, that you're straight as the proverbial arrow."

Severus pursed his lips, tilting his head in concentration. He was quite sure Charlie was wrong, but he couldn't quite remember why. Due to the ringing in his ears, Severus wasn't able to make out what spell it was that Charlie used, but suddenly it was as if he was waking up. The fuzziness enveloping his senses evaporated and his mental faculties were returned to him.

Blinking slowly, he processed the information he'd gleaned during the past few moments. Looking up at Charlie, who was favouring his side a bit, Severus narrowed his eyes and said, "Either you aren't as attracted to me as you would like me to believe or…" He pursed his lips, trying to decide if it was a matter of personal honour on Charlie's part or simply that he was opposed to sexual gratification with someone who he assumed to be 'straight as an arrow.'

"I would never take advantage of anyone under the influence of Fireball pheromones."

"But you maintain an attraction to me?"

Charlie sighed, his mouth twisting on one side as he said, "Much good that does me."

Severus' smile was slow and decidedly wicked. "Then it's advantageous for you that my morals aren't nearly as pure as your own." While Charlie was still attempting to sort out Severus' meaning, Severus stood and reached forward, smearing one hand down Charlie's side, gathering as much of the Fireball's clear secretions as he could. Rubbing his hands together rapidly, he heated it between his palms until the pheromones were released, infusing the air between the two men.

Charlie gawped, stunned, just before his face went nearly slack with the effects of the pheromones. "Snape," he breathed, moving forward until he was pressed flat against Severus' chest, fists clenching in the heavy black material of Severus' robes. "God… want you…"

Severus moaned himself, though the instant spike of arousal was not as strong this time as it had been due to the fact that he was inhaling a much diluted portion. He was able to maintain some semblance of control and even had the presence of mind to cast a quick disrobing spell before Charlie used his greater bulk to manoeuvre him back into the chair he'd so recently vacated.

Instead of climbing into his lap as Severus expected, Charlie dropped to his knees, making Severus wince at the sound they made striking the stone floor. A moment later, however, his head fell backward on his shoulders as Charlie's lips pursed around his cock before sucking him slowly into the hottest mouth of his experience.

Severus groaned and reached up, winding his fingers into Charlie's short hair, tugging and pushing to increase the pace. His hands went numb and fell away when Charlie forced the head of Severus' cock down his throat and swallowed around it. Pulling back slightly, Charlie pressed his tongue into the underside of Severus' cock and dragged it up to the tip, all the while applying heavy suction.

"If you were hoping for something more, Weasley, you might consider ceasing your current activity," Severus said, wincing internally over the breathy quality of his voice.

Charlie lifted his head from Severus' lap as his hands rubbed up and down Severus' thighs. "What…" he shook his head, obviously attempting to string two thoughts together into a coherent whole. "How can we...? Do you have…?"

Severus smirked and raised one hand to crook his finger. "Why don't you climb into my lap and we'll see if that answers your questions."

Something about that must have broken through the fog of Charlie's mind because he laughed softly as he settled his knees on either side of Severus narrow hips, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he attempted to maintain his balance on the armless chair. "Who knew you were such a dirty old man?"

"Old?" Severus raised one brow even as he tested the waters with a harsh smack to Charlie's bum. Charlie's breath caught and he swallowed convulsively even as his cock, pointing at a spot just below Severus' chin, leapt.

"Come here, little boy. Sit on my lap and we'll see what comes up," Charlie mocked in a gravelly voice, earning himself another smack.

"I should have left you on the floor. At least then, I was assured that your mouth was otherwise occupied."

"I could go back to what I was doing?"

"Or," Severus muttered, directing a wordless charm between Charlie's buttocks, "you could sit down." Giving added incentive, Severus dropped his wand to the floor and used his now-free fingers to prod at the healing marks covering Charlie's back.

Charlie moaned, brow furrowing as desire caused a deep flush to rise from his chest to spread across his cheeks. Slowly, he manoeuvred himself around until he could lower himself over Severus' cock. Severus ran his hands down Charlie's back until he was supporting his weight, his fingers pulling against the skin of Charlie's arse to grant his cock easier access. Spreading his fingers wide across the muscular flesh, he tested Charlie's hole with his littlest finger, satisfied to find the rim relaxed and wet with lube.

The probing of his finger caused Charlie to drop his head back, a hissing breath escaping him as he attempted to fight Severus' hold on him, muscles bunching as he tried to impale himself then and there on Severus' cock. Severus smirked and took advantage of Charlie's lack of attention. Leaning forward in the chair, he bit at the flesh surrounding Charlie's nipple, groaning into it when Charlie's hips rocked forward and the head of his cock caught against both Charlie's magically-stretched hole and the edge of his own finger. Charlie's impertinent cock prodded Severus in the abdomen, leaving a slick spot behind.

Deciding he'd teased the both of them enough, Severus' left hand slid down to Charlie's thigh, gripping it and pulling until Charlie unsettled from his kneeling position. Severus grunted slightly as all of Charlie's weight was transferred to him, but he was able to control Charlie's fall and ease him slowly onto his eager cock.

"Yesss," Charlie hissed, clenching around Severus as he slid inch by delicious inch onto Severus' cock. "Fucking hell," he said through clenched teeth, wrapping his arms around Severus to grip the back of the chair so tightly Severus heard the wood groaning in response. "So good." Dropping his head onto Severus' shoulder, Charlie began rocking his hips slowly, forcing a grunt of pleasure from Severus as his eyes slid closed.

The tight squeeze of Charlie's inner walls against his cock was enough to cause Severus to stop breathing for a long moment. When his head started spinning, he gasped and thrust up, muffling his own, indescribably pathetic sounds into the flesh of Charlie's shoulder. It wasn't until Charlie began writhing and moaning brokenly that Severus realised he had his teeth embedded in said flesh.

The pheromones lingering in the air and on their skin drove thoughts of everything but satisfaction from Severus' mind and he lifted and dropped Charlie until his arms screamed with the effort. But still he continued.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, more!" Charlie moaned, licking a line up Severus' neck and blowing gusting breaths into his ear. "More, please," he whispered, rolling his hips so that his cock glided against Severus' stomach, the heat from their bodies making them both slick with sweat.

Severus growled low and, in a nearly superhuman effort, stood up and walked several shaky steps to the operating table. He lowered Charlie's arse to the table and hooked his arms under the crook of Charlie's knees, reaching out to grab his shoulders for leverage as he allowed himself to pump fast and furiously as Charlie writhed and twisted beneath him.

Lips drawing back from his teeth, Charlie dropped his hand to his cock, fisting it rapidly as Severus pounded into him. "Fuck, yes. Harder!"

Severus slung his hair out of his face and narrowed his gaze on Charlie. Eyes dropping to the lingering remnants of the bites decorating Charlie's ribs, Severus released his grip on Charlie's shoulder and slowly ran one hand down the bunching muscles of Charlie's chest to scratch his short fingernails over the pink, healed skin.

Charlie's eyes flared wide and his mouth fell open as the first drops of his release splashed over Severus' hand. "Oh fuck," he whispered brokenly, his free hand painfully squeezing Severus' forearm as his upper body curled in on itself.

Severus' teeth bit deeply into the flesh of his lower lip as he attempted—and failed—to hold off his own orgasm. His stomach clenched as the flash fire of pleasure caught him by surprise. Falling forward onto his hands, his head fell backward as his body stiffened, thrusting in short, spasmodic strokes into Charlie's still-pulsing arse.

Blinking to clear his sweat-blurred vision, Severus carefully pulled free and looked down at Charlie, wondering what this meant for the remainder of the young man's time at Hogwarts before he had to return to Romania.

"Do you have a bed?" Charlie asked, chest heaving as he fought to return his breath to normal.

Severus quirked a brow and said, "Of course not. The Headmaster knows my preference for bat-caves."

Charlie rolled his eyes at that. "Ha ha. Funny. Only I'm still hard and you are too, and it seems like a tragic waste to let all these lovely Fireball pheromones go to waste. And as comfortable as this table is, I'd much rather have the excuse of a night of shagging when I can't walk tomorrow. Unless you'd rather go back to my quarters?"

"You assume I want to spend the night with my cock in your arse?"

Charlie grinned. "Yeah. I do."

"Arrogance is not an admirable quality."

"Maybe not, but it certainly comes in handy when a bloke has to deal with a stick like yourself."

"A stick? You were never spanked as a child, were you?"

Charlie's eyes flashed with lust when he said, "You're welcome to correct that oversight."

"Oh, I shall."

Charlie was a humorous sight for Severus the next day. Not only did his ability to walk seem impaired, but he ate standing up.