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Of Master and Slave....


Snape put down his quill, closing his journal carefully. He didn't want to write any more; he couldn't keep his mind on it. Elbow resting on the desktop, he pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning at the beginings of a headache. He turned and glanced over his shelves, eyes catching on the newest addition to his apothecary, before he forced himself to find what he was looking for, and take a small spoonfull. The vile taste had him struggling against his gag reflex, but cleared the approaching mugginess.

Jack found it quite easy to slip from the Common Room to the Hallway outside of Slytherin House, then into the Potions Classroom. He walked silently and directly to Snape's door, then paused outside of it, and rested his forehead against the wood. Had he been called. The Ouroboros lifted it's head and tickled his earlobe with the tickle of metallic tongue, then layed back down again. Jack took in a long steadying breath, and knocked softly, twice, then waited.

The horrid philtre scratched at the back of Snape's throat, and his voice was a low growl- slightly pained. "Come," he said, keeping his face as expressionless as he could, dismissing the immediate worry that it wasn't real and crushing it down where it couldn't bother him.

Jack heard the monosyllabic command come from within, and after taking a steadying breath, opened the door and slipped inside, silently closing it behind him. Upon entering, he glanced around the room, and spied Snape in his normal hunch over his desk. Jack swallowed, not sure what to say, or even if he should even speak. So, he stood there for a moment, then moved to sit on the edge of the platform where the desk stood, and a leaned a shoulder against it, back to Snape, but within reach.

With a small whuff of -amusement? relief?- Snape watched as Jack entered, and sat down. For long moments he said nothing, simply content to watch. He let his eyes slide lazily over him, over his collar, where he knew his... little pet? lay. Almost conversationally Snape said without warning, and a little ruefully, "I never did give you back the rest of your essays, did I, Grim?"

Jack nodded slowly. "It is of no consquence Master. I know there is much else to keep you busy these days. Mark then at your leisure." he said softly. "In fact, if it is not too presumptuous of me to say, perhaps you would like to retire for the evening...."

Now Snape was definately amused. "Oh, trying to tell me something are you?" he snorted, shaking his head gently. Bt thinking about his age was the last thing he wanted to do. His good humour vanished, and he stood up abruptly.

Jack turned around and looked up at him, patiently. "It was merely a suggestion Master." he said quietly. "I would not presume to instruct you in any matter. That is for you to do alone." he said, then smiled ever so slightly. Without waiting for a cue, he stood up, and moved to wait near the door leading to Snape's Chambers.

Snape flashed between annoyance, fustration, amusement, resignation and... got very confused, and decided it wasn't worth the effort. This time. Though he decided he'd have to get up early to keep on his toes. With a nonchalant air, he moved to his door, as if he'd already been planning on it. Well, he had in a way. "Good, take care that you don't... presume," turning the handle.

Jack lowered his gaze as Snape approached, nodding. "Yes, Sir." he said as he laced his hands behind his back and awaited further instructions at this point.

Snape opened the door sharply, so the barrel made a loud clanking sound, pulled it evenly back, and looked from the room within to Jack. "Well, why are you still here?"

Jack looked surprised for just a second, then calmly replied, "Beacause you did not wish to be alone, Master," he said, in a deferred tone. "I came to... ease whatever wants you might have. I did feel a summons...."

Snape rolled his eyes, deliberately. "Yes, I obviously called you because I desperately need someone to sit guard at my door, Grim." Oh actually, now he mentioned it... No. Silly idea. 'Don't be so daft'. He looked at Jack again before he walked in, leaving the door open.

Jack felt his face warm, and get red, but swallowing down any reply that could make Snape's mood worse, he entered, and turned, closing the door, and locked it manually before rounding and crossing the room. He approached Snape's bed, and paused there for a moment. A sudden attack of nerves, and reality washing over him, then with a blink and a shake of his head, he began to turn the bed down.

Surreal. That was the word for it. One thing in... the heat of the moment? But this calm, almost bloody normal... Stop thinking, he told himself. That's what he'd decided, and that was what he had to do. Lords but he hated awkwardness. Ruffled, he headed to the small washroom.

Jack looked around as Snape departed to the washroom, and for a moment, was at a loss as to what to do right then. He KNEW with almost a certainty what was wanted and going to be occuring here, but he was at a loss as to how to go about it. He knew the machinations of course, but the roles here were different, the dynamics were all, skewed. He knew Snape would not want to talk, to just, do. So, with that in mind, Jack quickly disrobed, and slipped under the pulled covers of the bed, and scooted to the far side. He tried to assume a casual pose, but found all awkward or preposterous. At last he laid on his back, covers pulled up to his chest. A quick glance around the room, and he extinguished all but one candle near the bed with a hissed "Nox".

Snape ran the tap, and splashed water into his face, stinging his eyes, well aware that he was just going to find any excuse to get distracted right now. A moment's hesitation and he took off his heavy work-robe, leaving him in his shirt. He folded his robe over-carefully, placing it on a low stool, and bit his lip. Braced himself. Walked back into the room and veered to the unoccupied side, eyes steadfastly avoiding contact, and he sat down to start untying his shoes.

Jack looked over lazily at Snape, not saying anything and in that moment wishing for all the word he had a pint in him already or at least a few tokes. We virigin Wedding Nights this awkward? Like he would ever know. He watched Snape for a moment then closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

Shoes, socks, both off and sitting on the floor acussingly, the tongues lolling. He unfastened the cuffs on his shirtsleeves, undid his pants, slid them to the floor, and before he could think twice loosened his collar and whipped his shirt over his head. He was beginning to wish he hadn't... felt lonely? The very idea of... He got up, walked over the cold floor and pulled on his nightrobe as he went, walking into his Office without a word.

Jack lay there for a moment. He had felt the weight on the bed, the sounds of shoes and other things removed, then the weight was gone, and he had opened his eyes in just enough time to see Snape disappear out to his office beyond in a swirl of robes. "What the fuck?" he muttered to himself, leaning up on one elbow. He stared at the open door, then at the empty side of the bed, and sighing, rolled onto his side, offering the room his back, and closed his eyes again.

A sink gurgled as it struggled to deal with a rather hasty disposal of liquid, then a clank as a jar was slammed down. A few more noises, and Snape stormed back into the room with a goblet. "Well, what are you bloody waiting for?"

Jack quickly rolled back over, hair tossled, and confused look on his face. "You. Master...." he said with a bit of a confused tone to his voice. His eyes found the goblet Snape was holding, and he frowned slightly, then looked up at Snape. "Mead for you Sir?"

Oh gods, he was going to have NO patience by the end of the night. Screw subtlety. With his free hand he grabbed Jack by the scruff, oulling him upright, and oushed the goblet to his lips. "Do I have to spell each and every single thing out to you?"

Jack made a little frightened sound as he was gripped and the goblet shoved to his mouth. He muttered an aplogetic sounding word or two, then gripped the goblet, and tossed the contents down in a quick sucession of swallows. He was unable to stop from wincing at the taste, then handed the goblet back to Snape. He looked up at him, running his tongue over his upper lip to wipe away the remains. "Perhaps, Master, if you were to make known to me.... what would please you best..." he said, then lowered his eyes. He was going to get cuffed, he knew it. Dogs always did. "This is unfamiliar to me as well. I only desire to please... not anger..." he added, then waited.

Snape was far from pleased. and kept hold of Jack as he drank, snatching the goblet back when he was finished. Slammed it on the bedside table. "I can see you need a careful eye keeping on you, though I had hoped you wouldn't be so... slow. Let's hope you aren't untrainable." He let go of Jack's neck, white marks turning red where he'd gripped a little enthusiastically.

Jack's eyes went wide, and all he could do was shake his head dully. "Please..... just tell me..." he said in a whisper, then closed his mouth and watched Snape's tense posture. His heart was pounding and had he not drugged his own sexuality to numbness, he was quite sure he would have a raging hardon by now. Wait....

"Well for one, you can lie back," Snape said, and emphasised his point by pushing back at one shoulder. Teaching, still, it seemed. "I take it you know how to prepare, at least?"

Jack nodded quickly, and eased back onto the bed, still watching Snape with wide cautious eyes. He swallowed, and looking to the side and spotting Snape's hand on his shoulder, clutching he got an idea. Reaching over with his opposite hand, he slid his hand over the back of Snape's pale one, and then back down to lace his fingers with his, Jack's smaller hand on top. He moved the joined hands over toward his face, and closing his eyes, slowly ran his tongue over Snape's palm. There was a numbing bitter taste, but that quickly went away and he traced a trail down across Snape's palm to suck at the pulse point of his wrist.

Alright, it wasn't such an irredeemable situation then. Snape closed his eyes to the warm, wet touch, before deciding it wasn't nearly enough. His question hadn't been answered, either, but for once he decided to let the issue slide. His other hand splayed on the mattress next to Jack's head, and he managed to keep his hand fairly still as he got onto the bed, straddling Jack at the hips, thighs brushing. He sat back a little, took his weight off his hand and onto his knees. "No matter, it is not to hard to learn."

Jack nodded slowly as he continued to suck on the pale skin, just to the point of leaving a mark, then let go of the hand and laying flat, slid down farther between the pale thighs that framed him and moved a hand to grip at the rising flesh just before his face. "I want to learn..." he smiled, then gripping Snape firmly at the base, took in a deep breath, and relaxed before sliding his mouth over him.

Snape reached out with one hand and cradled it around the back of Jack's head. Breathing in and out through his nose, he leaned forwards as he pushed Jack further down over himself, before he grabbed a handfull of dark hair and pulled him back. None too gentle, he dragged him back til he was supine again, and shuffled backwards. "Then you shall," he said, leaned forwards, and swiped his tongue over Jack's stomach.

Jack had just fallen into the rhythm of the task at hand, when Snape suddenly pulled him back, off of him and pushed him back down onto his back again. He was going to be taught, that was certain, but what? He leaned his head back, hanks of his long hair still twisted tightly in Snape's long fingers, then he felt the cool moistness of Snape's tongue slide across his belly. He shivered, and clutched at the coverlet with his hands. "S-Sir...?" he asked nervously, feeling Snape move over his body hungrily.

A low growl, and Snape moved to bite firmly at one hip, a hand making sure the other one stayed down. Then he slid backwards, crouching on his haunches, his face close to Jack's groin and his nose full of his scent. "Patience, first," he muttered, past tingling lips.

Jack cried out at the nip to his hipbone, and shuddered again, "Yes.... yes Master.." he panted. Why was Snape doing this? Had he forgotten about the potion he had brewed and drank? What was the point, unless.... the potion he had been given.... Jack felt an odd tensing in his lower stomach as Snape moved his mouth around in close proximity to his groin.

Snape laughed, silently, and not showing his teeth at the evident confusion and the potion, slowly seeping through his veins. He could almost see it, trace its progress through flushed skin. Hear it, in the thud-thudding in his ribcage. He ran a long, thin tongue over the insides of his thighs, slowly, stimulating the blood flow further.

Jack let out a moan as the feeling of tongue on his inner thigh. He closed his eyes, and held his breath. He was feeling, SOMETHING, but he wasn't sure what. A warm, tingling sensation was creeping over him, making him eager, and nervously excited. The fear of the unknown. He was begining to guess what was in the draught Snape had fed him. How nice and considerate of him.

Leaving his hands gripping, and lightly massaging Jack's hips, Snape leaned forwards, and pushed his nose against the flat plane of stomach, pushing it up along his chest, breath quickening as the movement brushed his own member against something warm. Some things were worth doing properly. Eventually he had to let go of Jack's hips and use his hands to support him, as he held his face close to Jack's ear. "Now, Grim, I want you to prepare yourself."

Jack was laying still as Snape moved to hover his body over his. His breath caught in his throat at his nose moved up his bare body, closer and closer until his face hung just above his, and he could feel the pulsing hardness of Snape's shaft against his leg. Prepare yourself. Is what he heard, but he had no idea what else he could do at this point, in this position, so he nodded. "Yes... yes sir...." he whispered.

Dark eyes closed, and with great reluctance and care, the taller man drew himself back to sit on Jack's shins. Brushing back a few errant strands behind one ear, he watched, hungrily. He murmured an Accio, and held out a small, blue bottle, before he eventually sat back and off Jack.

Jack took the bottle from Snape and smiled shyly. Dammit, he was blushing. So, Snape wanted to watch... Something new? He was up for that, in more ways than one he could feel. Jack scooted himself farther up on the bed, to lean back against the headboard, and while looking down at his belly, filled a palmful of the ointment, then slid the hand down his belly, and around his cock. He closed his eyes, and spread his legs apart, allowing for a better view, and gave himself a few slow lanquid strokes before sliding his hand down farther, over his balls, and slowly inserted his slicked middle two fingers inside. "Oh....." he moaned at the sensation. He let his head fall farther back into the pile of pillows as he slowly began to finger fuck himself.

Snape ran his tongue over the top of his palate, swallowing at how dry it suddenly was. One hand slid to grab a handful of the covers and he tangled his fingers in it, forcing himself to wait. He watched Jack's growing arousal, gaguing his delay with growing impatience. Something both needed to learn, perhaps.

Jack's body began to undulate slowly in a soft wave of young flesh. His hips rose and fell, timed with his movements of his hand. He paused, added more of the linament with his off hand, then resumed, adding a third finger, and some wrist rotations. He was fully erect by now, but that part of his anatomy went ignored as he fingered himself, deeper and deeper. His mouth fell open, slack, and he grunted, panting for air as his heart raced, his blood thundered in his ears, in his veins.

As much as it was nice to watch, Snape had supped his full. "I think that's enough..." he slipped his hand about Jack's, pulling his fingers out, and wiping that hand over Jack's stomach. He kneeled between splayed legs, and looked down between them at the youth's erection. "Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to restrain you?" he asked.

Jack opened his eyes when he felt Snape move in closer, and pull his hand from him. He smiled lazily, his face flushed, and a glow with building desire. "I never know if I am going to behave or not Master, in any situation..." he said softly, then laughed, a bit nervously. "Which would please you more, Master?" he asked in a whisper.

"Right now... I want you to wait... And if you can't..." He shuffled a little, and lifted Jack's legs a little around him, pressing himself up against the slick opening, cursing the further delay.

Jack sighed as Snape moved to mount him, and concentrated on relaxing everything, including his mind. "I shall be punished..." he grinned, as if he desired that more than anything, "Yes, Master...." he sighed as he clutched his hands tighter into the bedcovers and surrendered himself.

Well, at least he wouldn't have to spell everything out. Snape settled himself, gripped slender hips, and slowly pushed himself in, unblinking. Surprised how intelligble his voice was, he said, slowly, as he started withdrawing, "I want... to watch you... sssnap." Snap, break, and fall apart. And scream. Scream like he had done when he'd used the Cruciatus on him... That thought had his heart skip a few beats, and he pushed in harder this time.

Jack tensed despite his best efforts, and moaned as the Potions' Master entered him slowly. Three fingers was NOT enough, remember that next time. Perhaps a Bobby's club would have been better. "S-nap, Sir?" he asked, then let out the breath he had been holding as Snape withdrew, then he gasped when he trust again. "Ugh!" he cried, knuckles white as he was speared and pressed down into the bed.

"Snap..." he repeated, as if that explained everything. He grabbed a handfull of multicoloured fringe, palm resting on his forehead. In, out, and he looked between them, at Jack's unattended cock; it was going to have to wait.

"I.... Uh...... uhngh..." was all Jack was able to manage as Snape continued, setting a deep and jarring rhythm. He winced as his fringe was gripped, and pulled, making his eyes sting, and water. Reflexively, he move a hand from the coverlet, and snaked it across his belly and began to stroke himself eagerly. That felt so nice...

Snape noticed the movement, and growled lowly, letting go his mop of hair, to bat at his hand. "Did I, or did I not, tell you to wait?" he hissed, angrily. "If you can't do as you're told, then you'll have to learn another way." His hand gripped Jack's shaft, and he dragged his fist along it once, twice, before he moved it back to the base, and squeezed tight, cutting the blood flow right down.

Jack flinched at the larger hand batting his away, and he made a pitiful whimper of disappointment. "Sorry, Master...." he panted, and moved both hands underneath his ass, too keep them from mischief. When Snape gripped his cock, and stroked it, he bucked his hips eagerly until the chokehold was applied, he moaned an bit down on his lower lip. He was starting to understand what was wanted of him, denial.

Snape's fingers stayed locked, and he rubbed his thumb slightly over the underneath. "Sorry isn't good enough, Grim." No. Remorse wasn't. As Jack bucked, he had to bite his bottom lip, and responded by an answering thrust of his own. His legs were beginning to cramp, knees protesting the harsh treatment, urging him to go faster.

Jack continued to move his hips up and down in an eager motion. He opened his eyes and looked up at the face of the man above him. He sighed, something changed deep inside of him, he wasn't sure what. His gaze fell on those acerbic, thin lips, and suddenly, he wanted to taste them. Would they be dry and bitter, or soft and sweet?

Snape had to close his eyes now, the feeling of being surrounded, smothered, too much. What did he want? A question he wasn't the only one that asked him now, and normally one he would answer in that he wanted everything and nothing. Wanted and didn't. Torn, balanced, between two conflicting feelings. But now... now he thought of nothing but driving himself in deeper, and making Jack writhe beneath him, to watch him come. His rhythm broke a little, digging his nails into warm flesh, dragging Jack's hips up to meet his.

Jack's body arched as Snape pulled him tighter to him and let out a cry of discomfort at the angle and force of Snape's thrusts. Shapeless words were choked out of his mouth with each entry and retreat into him. He was getting so close to coming, so close, but... he had to wait. He had been told to wait. "M-Master...." he moaned.

"Not.... until..... I tell you..." Snape managed to get out, tightening his grip on the base of Jack's cock reflexively, dragging his hand along its length as he shuddered and shot his load deep into the other, willing him to hold on. A low keen taking over speech as he had to move his hands to the matress to hold himself up, panting and trying to catch his breath.

Jack body continued to be jostled on the bed with each of Snape's eager thrusts. His breath was shuddered with each push of his Master's body into his. His eye's were halflidded, and he smiled lazily as he watched Snape's body tense, and his face hold a rigid expression as he at last came. The sight of that was enough to push him close to the edge, again. He tilted his head back, baring his throat and moaned with the strain. So close, he was so close.

Snape growled, his head spinning dizzyingly. He wanted to do nothing more than collapse now, curl up around and inside him. Not... quite... yet. He leaned forwards, shivering as the cold caught him at last, and he licked across a warm throat, feeling the silver token there moving. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around Jack's straining member, and stroked hard, and evenly, holding his face close to the other's, saying deeply, "Now you can come for me, Grim."

Jack was so lost in the strain of holding back, waiting for the cue, that he barely heard what Snape has said. He heard it more on a subconcious level than auditory, and he let a long moan escape as he began to buck his hips in countersync to Snape's encouraging fist. "Mas-Master.... Please...." he said, pain showing in his tensed face. His hands clutched at the cover beneath him, fingernails rending the fabric, then he went stiff and let out a strangled cry as he came. It was such a powerful release, he stopped breathing and just remained in a rigor state. Only his pumping of seed onto his belly and Snape's fist were the only sign of life.

That cry slid along Snape's spine, like fingers down a blackboard, and had he not just come he was sure he would have done at the sound of it. He tilted his head to one side, biting firmly, but not hard, behind one ear, the taste of sweat on his suddenly-sleepy tongue making him moan. He waited only til he felt Jack start to relax beneath him that he bent the elbow of the arm supporting him, rolling to one side and sliding himself reluctantly from the warm, young body beneath him. "That's... better."

Jack took in a breath at last, after the orgasm, after the claiming bite, after, so much. His head was spinning, and he laid there with his eyes closed, floating on sensation. He felt Snape move from him and pleading sound rose from his throat. Surely there is more?? More. Please. His mind called out in need. Then, the slow, deep tones of his Master's voice calmed him, and his breathing slowed, his pounding heart slowed, and he opened his eyes.

A warm muzziness, not the murkiness of enroaching pain, nor the drugged emptiness... but... satiety. Lying on one side, Snape felt the chill air lick about him, chilling the sweat and stealing his heat. He felt the plaintive whine without having to hear it. The sheets were too far away by far, and he fumbled blindly for them, finally getting a handful to pull up over them, feeling his head sink deeper in the pillow.

Jack sighed, and closed his eyes again. Spooned around him was a chilled and damp form, but blankets were added now, and he could warm them both. He reached for a hand, lacing it with his own, then rested then at the hallow of his thoat. "Yours." he whispered, his voice a bit harsh and dry, "Thank you..." followed, then silence.

It was getting harder to keep a hold on consciousness, let alone lucidity. He rumbled something that might have been a thought, but certainly was unintelligble, and muffled through a mouthful of hair. Snape was vaguely aware that he was pressing against something warm and soft, but that was about it, and he gave up trying to think at all.

And they slept.