"Need" Snape/James, NC17
All right, so I shall start, since time zones plus west coast tends to make me think I have more time than I do.
Title: Need Pairing: Snape/James Rating: NC17 Words: A bit under 300 Warnings: Well, James is married, not to Snape... Also, they don't much like each other (at all). A/N: So, I don't so much write this pair, or this kind of smut, but hey, for Lee, I will try. However, this means you get verse instead of prose--not that I am a poet, you understand, but at least there is structure. I sort of got the pairing from the smutmas request, if there is mix and matching, because I don't so much write Sirius. Heh.
James Potter has needs that his wife never fills, And surely he can't ask a friend, So he comes here, to Snape, for a battle of wills, Which is only a means to this end.
They argue, each time, about who will fuck whom, And whose knees will bruise on the tile, But as both of them know, in this ratty dank room, The need being met sets the style.
So it's James, always James, on his hands and bare knees, With his arse high and waiting for cock, And it's Severus, slicked and hard, waiting for please Which urges him forward to …dock.
Their fucking is ugly, with snarling rude hisses And sweaty drops failing from hair; Snape's lips and teeth mark on pale skin (bites, not kisses) Then whisper slow words in the air.
Perhaps it is this time, he says, pounding in, Imagine the look on her face. James whines and rocks harder, arse slapping Snape's skin, And Severus picks up his pace.
She'll blush when I tell her, says Severus, cruel, How I make you whine like a bitch. As always, James growls, but the threat is hot fuel; His rhythm develops a hitch.
Snape waits to say more till he's ready to spill, Hand wrapped around Potter's fat prick, Then murmurs, she'll hope you just bowed to my will, But I'll show her, you begging for dick.
Potter's face, in the mirror, is scarlet, completely But he bites his lip, spattering come, Because always, that image undoes him so neatly: Lily, in tears and struck dumb.
Snape thrusts in again, fingers bruising his whore, And comes, spurting hard, deep inside, Then pulls out and sneers at the man on the floor, Who, twice weekly, abandons his bride.