faeryqueen (faeryqueen) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2011-02-06 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, member: faeryqueen07, pairing: severus/other(s), rating: nc-17 |
National Porn Sunday Snata (NC-17)
Title: National Porn Sunday Untitled Snata
Author: faeryqueen
Pairing: Data/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cyborg sex, slight crack
Disclaimer: The world and characters of Harry Potter and Star Trek belong to their respective creators. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: The XXX Church would like to help you combat porn/sex addiction. I, on the other hand, hope to drag you down to my party table in Hell. Torino, I am so glad you found that. Snow, thank you for making a short-notice fest. Torina, LD7...this one is for you. Many thanks to roozetter for letting me bombard her with cyborg sex. This is set earlier in the same universe as this one. Also, I am saddened that there is no Data/Severus tag. *cries great crocodile tears of sadness*
Summary: Data decides he wants to try something new. Severus is his guinea pig.
“If you are amiable, I should like to conduct an experiment.”
Data paused, watching as Severus hung his cloak by the door, a few bills from his suppliers clutched in his other hand, and his brows knit in what Data had come to understand as displeasure. Once, long ago, he had known all these things, but that was before, and the upgrades that Severus had made had required a complete relearning of just about everything. He doesn’t mind, though, because Severus is an exceptional teacher, if a bit prone to moodiness.
“Do I need to do anything in particular, or do you only require supervision?”
That made Data smile. “No, your participation is crucial.”
“All right.” Severus deposited the mail on the end table. “Where would you like me?”
“In the bedroom, I think. It is the most logical place for this to take place.”
Data’s statement earned him a raised eyebrow. “And I take it this will necessitate my being disrobed?”
There was a note of amusement in Severus’ tone – Data was proud that he could identify it as such – and his fingers were already at the buttons of his teaching robes, indicating his consent. Data knew what Severus was expecting. Data had taken to asking Severus to undress so he could map the lines of Severus’ body, note the muscles that lay beneath the skin. It could have been awkward, Data supposed, but Severus was a man of science, and not in the least bit inclined towards insecurity when it came to Data’s scrutiny. Today, though, Data had something else entirely planned, something he hoped Severs would enjoy.
“I think it would be best if you sat in the armchair by the window for this. It offers more support.”
He had Severus’ full attention at that, but Data simply stared at him. He knew there was an expression for the current situation, possibly one of enquiry, or maybe one of mild irritation, but he couldn’t think of it.
“Not an anatomy lesson, then. Interesting. What have you been studying, Data?”
“I was attempting to look something up on the internet and came across something else I was unfamiliar with. After researching it more thoroughly, I thought perhaps it would be best to use a more practical approach.”
Severus looked ready to say something, perhaps to call into question Data’s request, but he stopped himself short with a shake of his head. “All right, in the name of science. However,” and he pinned Data with a glare that had probably given more than one student bad digestion, “you are not to do anything that will incapacitate me.”
“If the incapacitation is neither intended nor painful, is that acceptable?”
“We shall see.”
Data trailed after Severus, pausing in the doorway of Severus’ bedroom to watch as Severus meticulously stripped off his clothing. He took his time, making certain each article went into the appropriate receptacle, then took a seat in his armchair. Data crossed the room, glad Severus had not seen fit to program him with the ability to feel nervous. It made what he was about to do all the simpler for it.
There was little grace as Data went to his knees – he was not built for it, had never needed it – and Severus’ gaze remained steady on him. He didn’t move, but Data could see the calculating look that entered his gaze. Severus was attempting to determine Data’s plan, his motivation. The video he had seen implied there would pleasure, and Data wondered how Severus’ features would rearrange themselves to express that emotion. Well, Data would find out soon enough.
He reached out with one hand, amazed at how well-designed his sensory receptors were. He could feel the skin of Severus cock; slightly wrinkled, and soft, like the cushions of the settee in Miss Mabel’s parlor. Velvet, Severus had told him, when Data had become transfixed by the material. Above him, Severus sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t tell Data to stop, didn’t shout or do any of the normal things that usually followed his loss of temper. Data pressed two fingers to Severus’ thigh, seeking and finding the pulse point there.
“You heart rate has picked up. Either you are angry, or the video was to be believed and my touching your...” He searched for the right word; the sites had called it so many things, but there was an appropriate word for it. “My touching your penis affects you in a pleasurable way.”
Severus let out a choked laugh. “That is certainly one way to look at it. Data, I have made you anatomically correct with full—”
“I know. I touched myself earlier, so I could be certain what would be enough and what would be too much. Did you know that there is such a thing as not enough touch?”
“This is highly inappropriate. I’m your—”
“I have thoroughly researched the legality of the matter. While it is not the most widely accepted activity among men, there are no laws here against it, within or outside of the magical world. You are not sexually intimate with anyone else, and we are both here. You are my instructor in daily life, not within a system in which interactions between us must remain strictly platonic, therefore, a sexual relationship between us is neither inappropriate or irresponsible. Besides,” Data added, his gaze steady and calm. “If you had not anticipated my being interested in a physical relationship with someone, you would not have gone to all the lengths you did to make certain I would enjoy the experience. I was not aware one could mimic the prostate, even with as advanced technology as this world knows. And that is coming from someone from the future.”
Severus stared down at him, mouth agape in a way that was not particularly attractive. “I—my intention was to make you as human as possible, so that when you joined the rest of society, you could blend in.”
“Ah. And so you do not wish me to continue.” He emphasised his point by squeezing gently, and Severus opened his mouth, most likely to tell Data that yes, continuing was out of the question, but Data was faster. He let his tongue dart out, skimming over the crown of Severus’...cock. The word sounded crude, even within Data’s mind, but it fit Severus better than the other words.
“Bloody buggering—”
“You will tell me if I cause you discomfort?” It was a given that Data would continue, he could see the victory in the thin line of Severus’ compressed lips, the soft flutter of his lashes as he shut his eyes and the taunt skin of his neck as Severus’ head tipped back.
“Yes,” Severus hissed, and like that, he went lax in the chair.
Data’s gaze returned to the heat of Severus’ cock in his hand. He stroked his fingers over the skin and marveled at the way it twitched beneath them. When he blew gently over the head, hit grew harder, longer, and Data knew he was on the right path.
The key to making certain he was not too rough was to make the skin slick. In all the videos, there were convenient tubes lying either on the beds in the drawers of tables nearby. Data had looked through all of the house earlier and had found none, but a quick search on the internet – and he would have to remember to thank Harry for insisting Severus allow it to be set up in his house – had suggested he could make do with olive oil. He pulled the small jar he had procured, shortly before Severus’ return, from under the chair and dipped his fingers into it.
When he brought them back to Severus’ cock, it jumped in his hand, and a whitish fluid leaked out. Seminal fluid, the websites had called it, or precome. It intrigued him, the knowledge that a man’s ability to create new life was housed in such a fluid, and he leaned in, intending to see if it had a scent. Severus’ hips jerked, though, at the brush of air over his cock, and that brought it into contact with Data’s tongue.
“Fuck!”
“Oh my. It would seem that the sensation of having my lips against this part of your body is even more pleasurable than my hand. I will keep that in mind.”
He returned his attention to learning Severus shape, his texture, and he noted an immediate difference between what he was holding and what he had seen on the television.
“The men in the movie—” he frowned at the choked sound Severus made. “The men in the movie did not have this skin covering this part of the penis. Is this a natural occurrence, or is in ones genetic makeup, whether they have it or not?”
Severus was gritting his teeth as he answered, his fingers biting into the arms of the chair. “It is—all male children—” His explanation was cut off by a loud groan as Data slid the tip of a finger beneath the delicate skin. “Fuck! All male children are born with it, the foreskin. However, in some cultures, and amongst some families, it is preferred that the skin is removed through a process called circumcision.”
The words tumbled out in a rush that was almost indecipherable, but Data stored them, replayed the whole thing slowly and let out a small ‘huh’ that was more air than sound. It caused Severus to shiver, reminding Data that he had a purpose.
“It is enjoyable, when I put my finger here?” He wiggled it just a little.
“It would be more enjoyable if you would stop asking questions,” Severus snarled. Data was undaunted.
“Interesting. And here, where the seminal fluid comes out. I witnessed a very fascinating reaction when one of the young men did this.”
He pressed his nail to the tiny opening, gasping when Severus let out a shout, his hips arching off the chair. His features were twisted into something akin to both pain and pleasure, and Data would have let go, would have stopped all together, but Severus’ next words stilled him.
“Harder.”
It was not a request. Severus never asked, not when he could order, though Data knew he could still stop. Instead, he did as requested and watches as Severus’ hips stuttered up into the air. On a hunch, when he slid his fingers back down, Data rolled the foreskin back as well, and he could feel how tense Severus was. He dropped his gaze to the shadowed area between Severus’ thighs and reached out with his unoccupied hand to cup the heavy sack hanging there. Testicles, they were called, or balls, or bollocks. Interesting terms all of them.
He rolled them in his hand, felt the skin and hair that dusted them crinkle in his grip. As he continued to stroke Severus, they grew tighter, pulled up closer to the body. It was a sign that orgasm was near, and the website Data had dedicated nearly an hour to had suggested tugging on them to prolong the period of pleasuring. He did so, causing Severus to cry out sharply.
“I am going to try putting you in my mouth. I did this with both a banana and a cucumber earlier and discovered that I was unencumbered by a gag reflex, so I should be able to take all of you. I will be careful to keep my teeth from scraping you.”
Severus eyes conveyed a hundred different things all at once, and at the forefront was carnal need and murderous intent. Data wondered if it was because the pleasure was too much, or if perhaps Severus was simply impatient.
Data cut to the chase. He closed his mouth around the angry purple-red tip of Severus’ cock and slowly worked his way down it, until his nose was brushing the curls at the base. The scent there was thick, musky, but not unpleasant and he hummed as he cataloged it. He wasn’t expecting Severus’ reaction to that, so the deathly grip on Data’s hair gave him pause. There was nothing to accompany it, though, good or bad, so he continued on.
The upside to being not-quite-human was that he did not require air. He could keep Severus’ cock in his mouth, in his throat all night, and not suffocate. He did not think it wise, though, because at some point Severus’ body would need to rest, and he could not very well do that with Data’s mouth on him. So Data swallowed – he was still getting used to that part, as it was not something he did on a regular basis – and pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Severus’ cock.
That was all it took. Severus came with a shout seconds later, attempting, briefly, to pull back. Data knew it would not damage him to have Severus’ semen inside his body, so he gripped Severus’ hips tightly and held him in place until he was soft inside Data’s mouth. Only then did Data pull back, careful for the sensitivity he had been warned about.
“Well, I believe that went well, as far as experiments go. I would like very much to do that again. If you are agreeable?”
Severus laughed, the sound low and hoarse. “In the morning, we shall discuss this.” He waved a hand between them, his eyes still closed. “If, after that, you are still interested, then yes, I would be agreeable. But Data,” and he opened his then, pinning Data with a stare that carried a great weight. “I am not a young man, like those in your video. You may find that my limits are far more easily reached.”
Data stood, picking up his cup of oil, and crossed to the door. At the threshold he turned and met Severus’ dark gaze.
“The website I found was mostly men your age with those close to twenty years their junior. I am certain my research on the matter was sufficient. Sleep well, Severus. I think I shall go recharge.”
He closed the door with a snick, a smile slowly curling over his face. Once he had cleaned up the kitchen and as he was tucking himself away into his bed, wires attached and carefully separated so they would not tangle in the night, Data thought that it was truly a pity he was not capable of dreaming, for he would have very much liked to dream of Severus.