Warnings: Mentions of chan, teenager w/teenager in a brief flashback moment, Also a bit Remus lite in the first part
Prompt: Short prompt 11. Remus discovers that Snape gets his needs taken care of at a brothel, but all is not as it seems! Happy end, 18+
A/N: Many thanks to blpaintchartfor wading through this!! She’s wonderful as you well know! The happy ending and more smut are coming soon! Thanks for your patience!
Severus heard his name being called; he quickened his step and Apparated home. There was no doubt that it had been Lupin's voice. He had received a letter via owl once a month from the man since the war ended; he had never answered any of them. Severus shrugged off his cloak and hung it up. Why had Lupin been on that street? A street that wasn't as notorious as Knockturn Alley, but was reflective of the more sordid side of Wizarding society. He needed a cup of tea, perhaps two and some biscuits.
The milk swirled in the tea, even before Severus used his spoon. Back to his problem at hand, he still had all of his other faculties, why had this one been affected by Nagini’s bite? That bite had been more than two years ago, and since admitting this difficulty to his healer three months ago, he’d been in therapy. Severus poured a second cup of tee and dunked his biscuit. He was scheduled for another session the day after tomorrow. Therapy, simply, did not appear to be working. He accio’d a quill and some parchment, vitriol spilled from the feather staining the paper. Severus crumpled it up and started again. One should never begin a letter to one’s healer with the words ‘dunderheaded, dull, dim-witted doctor’, if one wanted to live past the age of forty. The alliteration, however, had been perfect.
His next attempt was more eloquent and succinct. Essentially, he reported his lack of improvement, requested a new, stronger potion and inquired about the possibility of brewing it himself. Satisfied with this version, he summoned his owl Eurus. The owl swooped down onto the table and tapped his beak to the sugar bowl. Severus offered the owl his treat, gave him the letter and sent him on his way.
Remus admonished himself for the umpteenth time, as he stirred his milk into his steaming tea. If he'd just been a bit faster with the locating spell, two years without war and he no longer lived life poised on a razor's edge. More was the pity in this case. Working eleven hours at the clinic today probably hadn't helped his reflexes. He was exhausted, but the work was rewarding and it actually paid the bills. Remus Lupin: Certified Medi-Witch Assistant.
When the war ended the Werewolf Employment laws were eased, but had not been revoked entirely. Hermione was still working on that. Remus had seen an employment ad for The Clinic; it was on Cumquat Way in a seedy part of Wizarding London. He went in with his CV in hand asking after the advertised position, only to be told it required certification. After looking into the educational requirements he discovered that he met all but one of them already. He borrowed money from Harry and a few weeks later passed the requisite test with flying colours. It hadn't been too challenging, as he had be healing himself and other weres for years. He went back to the clinic and was hired on the spot.
Severus. He'd actually seen him, Minerva, of course, knew where the man was and kept in contact with him, but Severus hadn't replied or even acknowledged one of Remus' letters. Remus wanted to bury the hatchet and try to resume the friendship their younger selves had tried to create years ago. Merlin, the man had looked good. Remus hoped he was well and he hadn’t seen just another well-constructed facade. He poured himself more tea; a second croissant would have to suffice for dinner for he was far too preoccupied to think about cooking.
Severus tilted the showerhead to remove the evidence of his creamy emission from the wall. He always found it necessary to wank after his therapy sessions. There was a small amount of aphrodisiac in the nerve regeneration potion he took; it was a bit curious to his mind. He had asked the healer and was assured that there were different nerve synapses involved in various types of sexual activities. He was still slightly perplexed, but he was completely engrossed in his research that his present position involved and he really didn’t have time to do his own explorations regarding his difficulty. Severus yawned. The extra hours he was working to cover his time lost to therapy took their toll. Fortunately, no one asked about his therapy or his condition. He yawned, again.
He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep would not take him as his mind turned things over and over. This happened most therapy days; things just wouldn’t let his mind rest. The healer had first suggested it was performance anxiety. But Severus went on to explain that the problem had occurred with three different women on three different occasions. He had no reason to feel anxious or pressured since he had, in all cases, initiated the contact. The fact that he was inexperienced was not a matter for discussion. He had read a mountain of literature on the subject and felt confident that intellectually he knew enough and instinct would take care of the balance.
It was frustration that didn’t allow sleep. He had this nice house, not too big not too small. There was a larger manor home on the Prince estate, but Severus chose not to use it. If his future wife preferred, they could, of course, live there especially when there were children. Well, he amended, at least one child. The estate deserved an heir and he would provide one. Severus punched his pillow to fluff it. He was also more then ready for some companionship and sex in his life.
Strangely, as he drifted off, he wondered what Lupin would say about his predicament.
One healer appointment, one new potion and two therapy sessions later, Severus was extremely frustrated. He shoved the door open violently and strode purposefully toward the street, and walked straight into an immovable object.
“Severus?”
Lupin. He had just tried to walk over Lupin; he’d never imagined that would be very difficult. “Lupin.” Severus nodded.
Remus looked at the building and looked at Severus, his face revealing nothing. “I was on my way home. Would you care to stop and have some tea with me?”
Severus hesitated. He could use a cuppa and perhaps if they talked, Lupin would stop sending the blasted owls every month. “Very well.”
“I know a place on the next block. Nothing fancy but they have spectacular baked goods.”
“Careful, Lupin. You’re drooling.”
Remus threw back his head and laughed. “I probably am. I love their jammy shortbread biscuits.”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Lead on.”
Remus settled them at a tiny table for two. He was, obviously, a regular as the proprietress called him by name and then she winked at Severus. She was a bit old to be flirting with him. He couldn’t fault her selection of teas though. Severus was able to pick precisely the tea he preferred. Lupin ordered an unimaginable amount of cakes and sandwiches.
“Is this some new custom? Much as a round of drinks for the house?”
“What we don’t eat we can take home.”
Lupin had a point and they tucked in. The tea was perfect and after tasting the biscuits, he decided that he couldn’t mind a breakfast of these blueberry scones.
“So where do you work, Severus?’
“Recherchez.”
“Oh, the French potion’s development people. Not much to the name.”
“I find it most applicable. A concise description to pair with precision work.”
Remus nodded. “Hadn’t really thought of it that way.”
“And yourself.”
“I’m working at The Clinic. I became a C.M-W.A. I’ve been casting healing charms and bandaging others and myself for years. It seems to fit.”
Severus had been to The Clinic once when he was young. His mother had taken him when he’d had had Fwooper-pox. He knew it was far cheaper than St. Mungo’s since the clinic was Ministry subsided. It would never do to have the riff-raff getting drawing on St. Mungo’s resources. Lupin and his easygoing manner and exposure to war and werewolves probably did make for a good fit.
“What training did you require?” Severus asked as he took a roast beef sandwich on a tiny bun.
Remus described his job search, borrowing money from Potter, passing the class and the requirement examination. Severus could hear the pride in Lupin’s voice, particularly over being able to pay Potter Jr.’s money back.
The conversation ebbed and flowed after that. Severus was surprised to find that more than an hour had passed since they had first sat down. He’d learned about Lupin’s occupation and home. The man was a gardener; he grew both vegetables and flowers. Severus refrained from asking if the wolf ever dug them up. Severus glanced at the clock, again. Lupin immediately jumped up, paid the bill and collected a pair of boxes splitting up the bounty on the table between the two.
“Thank you, Severus.” Remus said handing Severus one of the boxes.
“Don’t thank me, it was your treat.”
“I’m glad we got a chance to talk.”
“Does that mean the owls will cease?”
Remus grinned broadly. “No.”
“One could only hope.” Severus drawled, but found he didn’t actually mean it.
Once on the street Remus held out his hand, Severus took it. The warm hand felt weighty and good in his.
Severus took the stairs to at a time as he raced down the three flights, not waiting for the lift. On Monday he’d had high hopes that the therapy was beginning to work, but his interest had apparently been for Lupin’s blueberry scones not the blonde woman in front of him. On Wednesday he had encountered Lupin again, who provided dinner this time, and a buss of lips to each of Severus' cheeks when they parted. Severus had run his hand over his jaw several times that evening remembering the scratchy feeling of the other man's beard against his. Severus didn’t consider the action too out of the ordinary. Lupin was French, and it was quite a continental greeting or parting gesture. Oddly, the memory of that bristly, gentle brush fueled his post-therapy wank session.
He shoved the door open and it hit the wall with a loud bang. His fists were clenched in frustration. He was a cerebral man; he needed some intellectual stimulation not just some blousy, blonde floozy in front of him. Why hadn’t he realized before? His healer had never delved into his psyche just given him potions and sent him here. Down eight more stairs to the street, his boots clacked on the cement. A right turn and the Apparation point would be just ahead. He walked directly into a barricade.
“What the hell?!”
“Oh, sorry Severus I wasn’t looking where I was going. This book..” Remus held up the book in his hand.
Severus opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Remus grinned wryly. “Apparently, you weren’t looking either.”
Severus was still breathing quickly and glaring at Remus.
“Severus?”
Severus fingered his wand. Remus didn’t wait another second; he shrunk his book and grasped Severus by the elbow. “Apparently, today calls for more than tea.”
Remus steered him two doors down to a small pub and ordered two firewhiskeys. Severus spat out "Double." Keeping his firmly attached to Severus' elbow, Remus guided them to a booth in the back and then cast a silencing charm.
Severus tossed back half of his whiskey and then stared into the glass as he turned it in his hands. Remus took small sips of his drink as he waited for a sign that Severus was relaxing. The wolf in him could remain still for what seemed like an eternity, but the Gryffindor curiosity won out and after about twenty minutes he spoke.
"Are you all right, Severus?"
Severus didn't look up as he ran his index finger around the rim of his glass. After a few minutes Remus tried again.
"Usually when people leave that building they're quite replete and not bursting with anger. No one did something to you that you didn't ask for did they?"
Severus drew himself up ramrod straight. "I was not there for purposes of satiation, but for medical therapy."
Remus' eyes widened. "Oh. I'm sorry, Severus."
There was a lull before Remus spoke again. "Usually I find that patients are tired or cranky after therapy not seething with rage." And then he added quickly "Not that it's any of my business."
Bloody well right it wasn't any of his business, but Severus blurted out "She called me a poofter."
"Oh."
That was it? Oh? Severus tossed back the balance of his drink. He was just going to say it before he thought about it too long; Lupin was a medical professional by rights he couldn't talk about someone's afflictions. Severus waved his wand adding another layer of protection with his own silencing charm.
"I have some nerve damage from Nagini's bite." Severus cleared his throat. "I am unable to perform."
Severus could see the light dawn in Remus' eyes. "I'm sorry Severus, that's awful. What sort of treatment has your healer prescribed?"
"He has tried two different potions and the physical therapy."
"And today when you were unable to produce, she called you a poofter."
"Essentially, yes."
"First, of all, the women there are not medical professionals."
Severus snorted. "But they are professionals!"
"True. So can I ask how extensive the damage is? Can you function at all?"
"It is possible for me to pleasure myself, of course, but nothing else." Severus replied. He could feel the colour in his cheeks rise.
"Does your healer know this?"
"Naturally."
"Who is your healer?"
"Alcor Gray." Severus responded without hesitation.
Remus closed his eyes for a moment and took an obvious breath before he spoke. "Have all of your previous lovers been women?"
Fire flashed in Severus' eyes. "Lupin, I will not be called a queer twice in the same day."
"I was just trying to get a clear picture.”
Severus hackles continued to rise.
“I don't know how you came to believe you couldn't perform, but I understand that the women at the house of La Petite Mort are not arousing you." He rushed on. "Alcor Gray is known in medical circles for his hatred of homosexuals and has done some cruel things to them in an effort to correct their deviant behaviors. It is a documented fact that all species of animals produce homosexual individuals so most people in the medical community to be quite within the norm.”
Severus gripped the edge of the table.
Remus pressed on. “No one has pressed charges, but healers talk amongst themselves and there are always stories. His father was gay or at least a bisexual who ended up partnered with a man. Gray hates him for that. The other thing you probably don't know is that he is Alphard Black's son, Sirius' cousin."
Severus' head smacked the back of the booth. A Black? A Black, Lupin implied that his healer thought Severus was queer; Lupin obviously thought he was, and the bint in his therapy session had called him a poofter outright. He was quite finished with all of this absurd nonsense! Severus stood abruptly and said the first thing that came to mind. "If you’re looking for someone to hang the queer label on, I suggest you take a long look in the mirror for your next nominee!" Severus hissed through clenched teeth.
Severus was aware of Lupin's voice calling his name as he got to the street. Fortunately, Remus had stopped to pay the bar bill and Severus could make a clean escape.
An hour later he sat contemplating the remains of his Chicken Korma and his remaining bottles of beer. He had picked up a six-pack as he waited for his favorite Indian take away and had planned to drink the lot. However, he had a presentation to make tomorrow morning concerning a breakthrough in his current research, and he was not going to let it be anything less than perfect, Lupin and the others be damned.
Lupin’s owl arrived with a short note about Severus’ well being. He was tempted to tell Lupin to ‘bugger off’ but instead located his red ink and scrawled in capital letters ‘I AM QUITE FINE!’
Severus opened a third beer and sipped it slowly. He stretched out his long legs and crossed them at the ankle; the back of the kitchen chair was hard against his shoulder blades. Why did all these people imagine he was gay? He did not mince when he walked, his voice was deep and sure, he did not have an affinity to garish clothing. Severus furrowed his brow. He was quite comfortable with his sexuality, wasn’t he? The beer bottle found its way to his lips again. What was he missing besides actual sex, of course? He ran a thumbnail across his lower lip as he thought. Had he just put his sexual desires on hold so long that he didn’t even remember what they were?
Puberty in Slytherin house, he did not recall fondly. He had been one of the fortunate ones whose voice changed without excessive cracking, and his private parts had ended up slightly larger that what appeared to be the norm. Severus had never pursued any of the Slytherin girls since a courtship could lead an engagement, which would bring his half-blood status to the forefront. Granted he was not a ‘breast man’ then or now. He was an arse man, not too wide, preferably athletic. The arses had been his only reason for watching Quidditch, that and the phallic broom handle between the girls’ legs. In his mind’s eye he could see firm arses and long hair, long platinum blonde hair, long dark wavy hair, long dark honey coloured hair. Suddenly, his breathing quickened. Had it only been the girls he looked at? His shoulders slumped; it had been the 70’s they had all had long hair, boys and girls alike.
He was nothing if not a man of action; he needed a second medical opinion. There was only one choice, really. Poppy Pomfrey would be objective and thorough. He would owl her tonight to make an appointment for a consultation. The note was written and sent with his customary efficiency and then he headed for bed. Despite the alcohol he’d consumed sleep was a long while in coming, and his bed seemed larger and more empty than ever.
Saturday dawned bright and clear, a good omen as far as Severus was concerned. His presentation was flawless; years of speaking in front of dunderheads apparently did have its payoffs. The new potion would now go through rigorous testing before the company would get approval for sale and patenting, but Severus was confident and he could see a new challenge and bonus in his future.
He decided against lunch. One never knew what humiliation medical testing would bring, but he didn’t want to be gassy or have to piss in the middle of the examination. He arrived at the Apparation point outside Hogwart’s main gate just as the Quidditch Match announcements were being made. It would be easy for him to slip unnoticed into the infirmary. He slipped in the side entrance and found the infirmary empty and Poppy in her office.
Poppy stood up. “Come in, Severus.”
Severus stepped into the office; Poppy waved her wand closing the door and adding a silencing charm.
“You said you required a second opinion. I hope it’s for nothing too serious.”
“I do not believe it is life threatening.”
There was silence, and it stretched.
“Perhaps you could tell me the symptoms and the diagnosis and then we can see what testing might be required.”
Severus took a deep breath and hoped telling a woman wasn’t as difficult as telling a man had been. “I am unable to perform.” He paused. “With a bed partner.”
“And how long has this been going on?”
“For the past fifteen months.”
"Until then things had progressed as they should."
"Well." Severus paused and took a deep breath. And held it as he bit his lower lip.
Poppy let him pause before she spoke. "I assume this was the resumption of your sex life, after all I don't imagine being headmaster, a spy, a Death Eater, and fighting a war left you much time for a personal life."
Too right.
"So you were in a sexual situation and things didn't work out."
"Yes."
"More than once, I assume."
Severus had begun to study the hem of his coat intently. "Yes."
"Could you be a bit more specific? How many times did it.." Poppy raised an eyebrow. " didn't it happen?"
Severus swallowed hard. "Three time each with three different women."
Poppy nodded. "And that had never happened before?"
None of it had ever happened before. More labels for Severus, just in case, Death Eater, Traitor, Muderer, Bastard were not enough he needed to add Forty year old Virgin to the list.
"Severus?"
"No, it had not happened before." He sighed in resignation. How did he say this bit? "None of it had happened before."
Poppy nodded. Severus thought a bit too sagely. "So there is really no baseline comparison?"
Severus shook his head, eyes remaining trained to his coat.
"Are you able to obtain an erection at all?"
"Of course."
"And you can take yourself to completion."
Severus' cheeks flamed red as he nodded.
Poppy scribbled furiously for a moment. "What tests did your healer perform?"
"None. He said my condition was nerve damage as the result of my bite from Nagini and he gave me a potion and prescribed therapy. The potion was later changed as the first one appeared to be ineffectual."
Poppy's face had gone from startled back to a placid mask. "No tests whatsoever?"
"None."
Poppy shook her head and sighed. "Your healer was the one who did your follow up examinations after the snakebite?"
"Yes."
"And you told him about the women?"
"Yes."
Her eyes grew soft and kind and Severus had to look away again. "You didn't tell him you were a virgin, however."
"It did not appear to be germane to the situation."
"The therapy and potions aren't working because your body is functioning correctly…."
"But my healer said there were separate nerves, I should have checked, of course, but I've been quite involved in my research." Severus stood up to pace.
"I think your healer may have led you slightly astray or just taken an easy approach. In truth, your problem is obviously rooted in psychology not physiology."
Oh lovely, psychobabble. "Lupin said the same thing only much less politely."
"You spoke to Remus about this?"
"Yesterday, right after the woman at my therapy session called me a poofter, directly before he called me the same."
"I very much doubt he said that."
"He did not have to, it was implied." Severus paced the tiny office furiously.
"Please sit, Severus." Poppy waited until he sat. "First you need to know even if you are homosexual that is it perfectly normal. A documented fact in all animal species."
Severus held up his hand. "Yes, I know. Lupin enlightened me."
"Or it could be a case of performance anxiety. I know you and you probably have yourself set on some sort of impossible schedule to accomplish certain tasks. Both your body and your mind could be in rebellion over your timetable."
At least this part of the lecture didn't include the word queer.
"Since I don't know the circumstances that led to your searching out your healer about this problem..."
Suddenly Severus couldn't contain himself and blurted out defensively. 'I'd dated them all three times."
Poppy blinked. "Three times?" she paused. "Is that significant?"
Severus rolled his eyes. "As all the pertinent literature indicated, the third date is the time you should take dating to the next level."
The medi-witch opened her mouth and then closed it. "I think you are pushing yourself. My suggestion would be to explore your sexuality by yourself. Do you have any erotic literature at home?"
Severus stiffened. "Of course not."
"Then I would suggest you go and buy some."
Severus' jaw tightened. "I am an academic, a researcher. I am not interested in overblown, chits."
Poppy smiled gently. "But you are a man, and men are very much creatures of visual stimulation." She looked at him with kind eyes. "Most of them contain articles and stories as well, that could also be satisfying."
"You want me to go and buy pornography?" Severus said through clenched teeth.
"Yes, both heterosexual and homosexual. I believe physically your body is fine, but for some reason your mind isn't playing along. We could perform several tests, but sometimes the simple approach is best."
"But…."
"Put on a glamour and go into that quirky little bookstore Quimby's next to Ollivander's, they have a room. You're over twenty-one, you'll see it."
"But.."
"Or we could carry out some completely humiliating tests that will probably be useless."
That snapped Severus' head around. He'd had enough humiliation in the last twenty-four hours. "And my other treatment?"
"If you choose to continue that, this won't interfere."
Poppy looked as if she was about to hug him. He said very formally "Thank you, Madame Pomfrey. Will you forward the bill?"
Poppy grinned. "No charge for you Headmaster." And then she winked. "But come back and see me in a few weeks, I'd like to know how you fare."
Severus nodded and walked briskly back toward the Apparation point, as he was chased by the sounds of the Saturday afternoon Quidditch match. Was his problem really all in his mind? Was he just distracted? Did he really have himself on such a rigid schedule? All right, the answer to that one was a resounding 'yes'. He contemplated which glamour he should use as he Apparated to Diagon Alley.
When he returned home, Severus dropped his purchases on his coffee table and went into the kitchen to eat an early supper. He finished his fish and chips and one beer before heading down to his lab. It hadn't been really cleaned in weeks; it was time. After an hour of cleaning he decided to take a walk. When darkness settled around him, he trudged home. His purchases remained on the coffee table as he grabbed his book, turned off the lights and went upstairs for a read and then to have an early night.
Happily, Severus excelled at avoidance. The magazines he'd purchased at Quimby's remained on the coffee table untouched. Sunday, he had cleaned, eaten, read, walked, formulated, paid several outstanding bills, outlined an article, and sorted his laundry. Unable to think of anything else he needed to do; he picked up the bag from the table and went up to his room. Forestalling was still key, first a shave (in the Muggle way), then a shower before Severus wrapped himself in a midnight blue dressing gown. He glared at the package before plumping both pillows up against the headboard and settling himself against them, stretching his legs out in front.
Severus sorted the six magazines, first alphabetically. Since this left Blue Boy in front, he then changed his mind and sorted them into two categories: heterosexual and homosexual. Still uncertain about the order, he sorted them again this time by colour of the clothing on the front cover. Unsatisfied by this arrangement, he sorted them back into the preference categories heterosexual on top, of course. His strategy was to look at the photographs, mark any interesting articles or interviews for later perusal and ignore the drivel the populous in general had contributed. Poppy had said men were visually stimulated, well, he would soon see.
The first magazine was filled mainly with women’s breasts, a few interesting looking articles and one particularly nice derrière photo. The picture was a woman on all fours with a man poised to impale her from behind, Severus’ cock stirred at the sight. The second magazine was complete rubbish, and obviously geared toward men who had a mammary obsession because they had been weaned far too early. The third had a sprinkling of articles and one interview that looked interesting. The photos were much the same as the first with the exception of one stunning print of a woman being shagged from behind against a tree. She had slightly wavy, honey-coloured hair that fell across her shoulder and a firm bottom where the man gripped her hipbone as he thrust. The man’s arse cheeks flexed and contracted as he moved. Regrettably, the Wizarding photo reflected only a few seconds of movement. Severus reached into his pants to adjust himself.
He placed the magazines he’d looked at on to his bedside table. He stared at the three left on his bed, the cheeky Wizard on the front of the top one winked and slid a finger along the top of his skimpy bathing trunks. Severus picked the publication up gingerly. It was completely scandalous; one could see the outline of the man’s bits through the trunks. Severus shifted his arse against the bedding. The first series of photos was a blonde that reminded him a little of Lucius, not in his face but in his love of leather clothing. Severus swallowed, hard. Lucius had never worn chaps that let his cock dangle freely. It was a stirring sight. He thumbed past the next two articles quickly. The second man was quite hirsute; he was quite easy for Severus to move past.
The third man was a strapping black man reminiscent of the Minister of Magic. Severus accio’d a glass of water and drank deeply. The Minister’s twin had the same gold hoop earring, but the lower piercing. Merlin, the lower piercing. Severus gulped his water. He had known of the Prince Albert piercing, but had never seen one. Fascination, horror, and arousal all warred with each other for top spot in his psyche. His cock twitched. Severus flipped through a few more pages.
He stopped abruptly at a full-page advertisement and had no idea what it was for. His cock filled rock hard in an instant. Fuck! It was the same word that had echoed in his brain at seventeen. There was a man in the photo kneeling in front of another man. The man had long black wavy hair and grey eyes, and he stood tall and proud as his cock was sucked. The memory roiled through Severus. This man could almost be Regulus Black!
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It had been early and Severus wanted the shower to himself for several reasons. He’d slipped silently into the lavatory to see Regulus standing nude and leaning up against a sink. A Hufflepuff was down on his knees sucking Regulus’ cock for all he was worth. Severus couldn’t move or even breathe. He’d dreamt of this very thing. His cock strained the front of his trousers and he cupped himself with one hand. Regulus moaned and encouraged the other boy. This is what Severus wanted, needed. He stroked his cock as well as he could through his trousers. Regulus warned the boy he was going to come, and the boy sucked harder. Severus didn’t wait; his cock pulsed for what seemed like an eternity into his pants. He cracked open his eyes to see Regulus throw his head back and shudder as orgasm over took him. Severus then slipped silently from the lavatory.
He cast a quick cleansing spell and headed for the Great Hall and breakfast. He was going to have to forget this. Regulus Black could be a queer, but Severus Snape half-blood Slytherin could not. If his Slytherin brethren found out they would tear him apart or perhaps use him for sport. The Gryffindors didn’t have a lock on that particular pastime. He would forget all this and just be normal.
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Until now he had. Severus shimmed out of his pants and roughly stroked his cock. The Wizard in the photo licked his lips, slid his cock enthusiastically into the other man’s mouth and appeared to moan occasionally. Severus didn’t savour this wank, or even tease himself. He was a man possessed; he just had to imagine Regulus as he poured himself down that boy’s throat. Severus came hard, his essence streaking the front of his dressing gown and up over his shoulder. He lay back on his pillows panting.
Bloody marvelous, he was a queer. Just when things had become possible in his life, when he could have a plan for what he wanted. He was trying to work himself up into a high dudgeon, but his body was demanding sleep. With a rough shove the magazines scattered to the floor and Severus pulled the duvet up over himself.