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Snape and I did this one, but can't post it yet, Snape and Jack are not speaking in civil terms... So, it is here for you to enjoy.



Snape was still staring at the letters page of the Daily Prophet. From time to time he would turn back to the front page, check the date, the name. Then go back and check the year... Look at the letter printed, four lines about the state of the world today being not what it was, and his name. S.Snape, Hogwarts. It was true, not some horrible joke or nightmare. True. Gods.

Jack got up from his desk where he had been studying, and went over to Snape, "Something troubling you Sir? Besides me, of course?" He grinned.

Bleary, exhausted eyes looked up. Whatever confidence and hope Snape had been able to keep locked up somewhere, stored, accumulated over the years, fortressed against the world.... The whole damn lot had just been pulled from under his feet. Of course there was something troubling him. He pointed first to the small section of print crammed between a discussion on what to do with floating-cabbage-rot and just what colour was the new in-colour for the fashionable witch's hair. Then he pointed to the letter he had written, a copy of which had already been given to Jack. "How long do you have?" he asked.

"Eternity," Jack purred as he slowly decended to kneel beside the beleaguered Potions Master, then placed his hands on the sides of the rolling chair upon which he sat, and slowly turned him to face him. He took care to not bang the knees of his Master on the desk as he turned him a quarter turn. Once he was facing him, he placed his hands on Snape's knees, and slowly pulled them apart before moving to kneel between them.

"I don't have that much time... or breath..." Snape replied, watching Jack carefully, but making no move of his own. He closed his eyes. Forced them shut tight. He let out a little laugh- mournful-sounding, lost, maybe even a little wounded. "I've been an idiot... You'd think at my age I would have learned but I haven't..." he shook his head, listened to his voice, too-taught and inching up higher at every touch. I take my leave of trying...let the world do with me as it pleases.

Jack simply nodded and with slow graceful movements of his hands, lifted up the bottom section of Snape's long cassock like robes, and leaning forward, disappeared under them, head first. His hands felt along, up tensed thighs, and to the fasteners on his Master's trousers where his hands played nimbly.

Despite himself, Snape found that he was leaning slightly into any contact afforded him, needily. A pale, almost serpentile tongue licked over dry lips, and the little snake about Jack's neck mirrored the gesture, hissing in a soft, almost inaudible fashion- slowly, unhurriedly. Snape shifted so his legs were out more or less straight, and along Jack's flanks, hooking his feet over Jack's, and under his backside, thankful for their length- not for the first time in his life.

Jack made quick work of the button and zip on the trousers, and pulled them open to find silken tented boxers beneath. He was again quick with hands, but gentle, freeing what he sought and found there. He leaned forward, purring softly in response to the serpent's caress on his neck, then nosed gently against the hardening shaft his grip. Slowly, up and down he ran the tip of his nose on the underside until he reached the top again, and slowly slid his mouth over it.

Snape didn't care how ridiculous he looked, no one would see him, and any possible shame and self-consciousness had gradually been eroded away, only resurfacing from time to time. It was too much bother trying to part his robes right now so he could mess with Jack's hair, which was what his fingers wanted to do mostly right about now. Instead they had to clamp down, and release, and clamp down again on the arms of the chair, like a cat flexing claws.

He managed to nudge his feet together and locked them, so that Jack was sitting back on them in his kneeling position, and tugged in as close as he could wangle with his over-long limbs. There was a low, sort-of satisfied rumble coming from deep in the Professor's chest, as he rolled his shoulders a little, tensing in places he really needed to relax. I'll give you one thing, he admitted grudgingly, You can unwind me almost as good as wind me up... Almost... The ghost of a smirk chased across his thin lips.

I do my best to please and perplex, Master... he mentally purred again, then began the familiar up and down oral motions, and crept a hand down to caress and massage the base of Snape's shaft as he tended to him. He hummed intermitantly, sending vibrations all throughout his mouth, and the length of the member in his mouth. He could almost see his Master clutching the chair, he smiled. It was fun denying him the familiar hair grip he used when Jack "unwound" him so.

That you do... Snape replied, his mental voice just as silky as his verbal one. Deprived any contact of his own by the situation, and reliant on Jack (which, he had to say, somewhat infuriated him) he had to make do with the Ouroboros- but it simply was not the same. There was a slight keening sound in the back of his throat, and he decided to remedy that soon. Hm. Maybe in just another minute more...

Jack began to move himself up and down faster and faster, his hand clenching tightly at the base, and then slipping down to massage and squeeze Snape's tensing testicles. He hummed again, a strange Muggle tune in case anyone cared, and he sent mental strokes of comfort, ease, and arousal to his Master, urging him along the path and pace he was chosing, for now.

Tiredom had conquered most of Snape's fight, he just wasn't in the mood to bicker, and more amenable than usual. Lulled, and aroused, in equal measure, he was content to lie back in the chair for the moment, rocking himself back and forth a little, pulling his feet up a little harsher, and so taken up that he moaned, gently. Yessss.... that's nice... Don't stop...

Jack was lost in the motion he was making, and the grip Snape had on his legs, holding him prisoner when the mental command came over. With a grin, he stopped, and lifted his mouth from Snape, then blew his breath ever so gently over the wet and heated flesh. He repeated this twice more, waiting for a response.

Snape actually whined, and his dark eyes looked wounded and unfocused as he stared down, even though he couldn't see Jack, and vice versa. He pouted, but didn't push his hips up any higher than had come naturally, swallowing instead. "Can't you follow... a simple order?" he growled, too breathless for his liking. Exhaled heavily through his nose, put his head back, and closed his eyes again. Any longer and he would see to himself. He was definately not going to beg anyone.

Jack chuckled and dove back down to cover Snape once again, and this time, the pace was faster. His hand moved quicker up and down his Master's organ in counter time to his oral ministrations. He hummed louder, and intermixed that with moans of his own. He was aching for some release of his own, but for now, he wanted to feel Snape let go, to surrender however briefly to him. I am not stopping now Master... Let go... let it go... he coaxed softly in his mentor's mind.

Snape bit back the reply that he damn well had already, and his nostrils flared angrily. It was quite one thing doing something, quite another if he was told to. His automatic reaction was to question why, or stall before obeying, unwilling to let anyone think they had any sort of control over him whatsoever. He made a half-strangled noise as he automatically stiffened, and stopped relaxing.

Let me relax you Master.... I want nothing else... please.... let me serve you... he purred softly in Snape's mind, not giving up yet. His motions were increasing in urgency, and speed. He swallowed with every other stroke, putting tight suction on Snape, and tasting saltiness mixed with his own saliva. That's it.... Master.... That's it....

The Potions Master wanted little more than an end to being so persecuted, even by Jack, now, it seemed. No matter what they said there were all out for themselves... it didn't make sense any other way. It was just foolish to even think otherwise. His jaw gave up being tightly clenched, mouth slightly agape to let in more air, as he felt his body betraying himself again. No matter how much he fought, that slow, seductive ease, with its terrible siren-song telling him everything would be fine, he had nothing to worry about if he stopped fighting the current... that voice mingled somewhere along the line with that of Jack, and the two became hopelessly entwined in his head. Surrender was dishonourable, was suicide, death of self... but he was giving in anyway, eyes closed as he stopped making any audible sound, stopped clutching tight, and just let his muscles act of their own accord. Damn you...

Jack didn't send a mental reply of words, but more emotion. Damn me, but I so love being damned by you... Being yours.... Serving you.... You will always rule me... he thought in intangibles as he pressed his face down until his nose pressed against the dampness of Snape's belly, and he inhaled his musky scent. He moved up, then all the way down again, timing himself, and then urging Snape to grab hold of him, to finish it.

Denied any hand-hold, Snape could only wrap his legs tighter, and pull him up from underneath until he was practically sprawled over his lap, only the fact his legs were occupied stopping him from rising from the chair himself. His fingers dug deep into the worn wooden armrests on the chair, causing his knuckles to go white with effort. Eyes closed, his head tilted back as he let go, restrained by Jack's weight, but feeling his climax curl up and rip up out of him, even if he couldn't move- and taking gods knew what along with it.

A half-verbalised plea echoed in his mind, needy, lonely. He felt so empty- but this was what Jack had said he wanted from him. Was this what it was like when he relaxed, and let the tension go? Was it such an integral part of him that he felt so goddamned - alone- when it left? He slumped back, panting, legs slipping down, feet unlocking. His arms felt empty and he wondered if other people felt sad afterwards, or if he was just a freak, as per usual. He was vaguely aware that Jack still needed attentions, but, until he calmed a little, he was in no fit state to deliver. Give me a minute, he seemed to ask, without those exact words, but something else that amounted to much the same thing. Just... a minute...

Jack was so skilled at this task, he could do it chaind and upside down if need be. He played the part of skilled courtesan, and finished the task with skill beyond his years, and once he had, found himself in need of fresh air. Slowly he backed up, taking care to not tred upon Snape's legs, and emerged from then black tent of robes, and sat back on his rump on the floor. He was panting for air, and reached up to brush his wet hair back from his face. He gazed lazily up at Snape, and smiled at what he perceived was a relaxed and sated state.

Don't show weakness, don't show weakness. Do, and you find yourself very quickly in deep water, ready to boil. And from thence, to the fire. He desperately needed not to be alone right now, but he couldn't dare swallow his prode enough for that. For once, a stupid little voice was saying that if he did, he would look a fool, or that Jack would leave him to spite him. And he didn't want that. But what was worst? So close, yet so far away... After a minute his chest had stopped heaving quite as badly, and he pulled his head upwards, and fixed slightly unfoccused eyes on Jack. Tried to make them look as doleless and mournless as possible. He bit his bottom lip. All he had to do was tell him to come over, and he would. But he didn't trust any part of his voice for the minute. And he sure as hell wasn't going to cry. Sniff a little, maybe, but nothing else. He started trying to compose himself, reassemble the man he showed the world, but it was slow going and he didn't really want to. Maybe he would have the first move taken from him and he wouldn't have to make any. Unlikely. he could but hope.

Jack looked up at the man seated before him, and felt a pull. They empathic dog part of him was telling him things most humans would miss or not feel at all. Slowlyl, and without moving his eyes from Snape's, he crawled forward, and slowly, carefully, nestled himself crossways into Snape's lap. He rested his head on Snape's shoulder, and then pressed his nose, his face into the Potions Master's hair. Then, he began to purr softly. It wasn't much more than a soft rumble in his chest, but it was there as he draped his arms around Snape's shoulders, and pulled himself closer. I'm here.... eternally. was all he thought.

Definately not going to cry. Nope. Not in the slightest. Snape didn't have to tell his arms to wrap about Jack's waist, nor his hands to rub at the small of his back, the seemed to know to do so of their own accord. Which was fortunate, because he sure as hell didn't knwo what to do himself, and was quite lost from the word go. He knew, deep down, what he wanted, just not how to go about it. Which was, in all respects, rather sad. He propped his chin on Jack's neck, and let his eyes close. I'm glad, came the quiet reply, but before he could dwell on that he shifted a little, leaning into Jack's chest, and rubbing against him slightly. He could still sense his need, and knew he wouldn't be happy till Jack was. He was still breathing heavily- though he didn't need to as much, wanting to smell him, them.

Jack nuzzled back, his breathing was slowing and he was finding himself falling into a calmer state the longer he sat there cuddling with Snape. He was content to sit there, like this until the end of tim came, or something from the bloody world interrupted them. I like this.... just... being here. he thought idly, then a deep breath in became a happy, contented sigh going out. Could stay like this forever... So warm... So... right. he thought, then went silent, shifting only slightly to alleviate pressure on Snape's legs, but not loosening his embrace of him.

Warm? I suppose... came the slightly disjointed question, brain still not connecting gears and belts up. He was getting very very sleepy, and less panicked now Jack was in his arms, like a horse blinkered, or a hen with her head under her wing- he stilled. As his mind slowly calmed, and slowed- not working at the usual ten to the dozen pace, but somewhere just barely above animal, bare necessity, he licked gently, lapping with the tip of his tongue at the slight rise of bone at Jack's nape, finding to his annoyance that his collar was in the way, but too tired to do anything to rectify the issue. His fingers had worked their way under his shirt at the back, and were gently smoothing across the base of his spine- he knew, instinctively, just how to calm someone. Then do stay... don't have to move. Just stay... don't need anything else, he decided, stubbornly.

Jack nodded slowly a moment later, Yes. Shall we just go to bed then? To Sleep? Perhance to dream? he thought with a mental grin, but not much, he was quite drained himself. He thought then of warm beds, dark rooms, and a larger, warmer form curled around him from behind. He smiled.

So far... Snape complained. Why is my bed so far away? I should keep one everywhere... they are so very useful... he yawned, and blinked, surprised. He was still imagining having a bed in his classroom, or one in the Great Hall for after meals, when he realised he was probably being very very silly indeed. Oh well. You'll have to help... my old knees aren't up to this... he thought, babbling, as he struggled to rise, still with one arm wrapped about Jack's waist, the other finding the chair's arm again, trying not to overbalance, but not to touch any less of the younger wizard either.

Jack slowly stirred from his near sleepy state, and slid down from Snape's lap. He bent over and slipped an arm around Snape's waist as he made to stand up, then pulled him close and leaned his head against his side. He stood there, waiting for Snape to get his legs under him before attempting to walk. "When you are ready." he said softly, then a huge yawn caught him off guard, and had him gaping wide.

Somehow, he managed to stand, and not fall over. Which was fortunate. He had to sacrifice and just leave one arm wrapped around Jack, or walking would be a nightmare- he certainly was no up to carrying the other, no matter what weight he could make him. Seeing Jack yawning, he couldn't resist- leaned in, and bit on his bottom lip, firmly but not hard, before licking it dryly, pulling back, and tugging him along. "Come on or you'l catch your death... and I could do without that..." he mumbled, and continued to drag him along, willing or no.

Jack made a soft whimpering sound as his lower lip was captured and bitten, then relaxed. When Snape started to walk, he followed, and snickered at his faux concern for his health. "You always say that, but it never happens. Off all of the things that have stuck me down and afflicted me since coming here. A simple rhinovirus is the least of my concerns..." he grumbled, as he followed Snape to bed.

"Don't scoff, I bet if it wasn't for me you would have died from complications due to a cold," Snape groused. He couldn't help it- it was one of the few things he'd picked up from his mother, aside from his frame. She had been a real waif. He mock-clouted him, as they were getting there, and used one hand on the bedpost to strip himself as fast as possible, before he literally dived under the covers, rarely so happy he had them. Sat up, for a minute longer, he growled at Jack. "Hurry up already I don't have all night."

Jack was standing there, an amused smirk on his face, and once commanded, he began to disrobe. It was going to be a slow striptease. He puckered his lips, and started with his tie, then shirt. He removed them with slow practiced moves, and then dropped them one by one to the floor near the foot of the bed. He then lifted up a hand and licked his palm before running the same palm down over his bare chest, and down towards his belly, then over his groin which he squeezed slowly. "Ah...." he sighed. Then moved his hands to work the button and zipper next.

Snape rolled his eyes. "Exhibitionist. Stop showing off and get yourself here before I decide I'm going to sleep," he said, and rolled over, pulling the sheets over his head. He bit his lip to stop from snorting, or shaking, but it was hard. he considered things, and found his wand. If Jack wasn't going to hurry up, then he'd have to be hurried.

Jack scowled, and gave Snape a long slow raspberry, and continued his slow strip tease. Pants were undone and slowly pulled down, then tossed aside with a kick of his leg. This left him in sock and underwear and Ouroboros. "Don't I look so fetching and ready to be molested?" he said in a falsetto before diving towards the bed, and squirreling under the covers next to Snape.

Snape whuffed in laughter but rolled so his back was to Jack. When he spoke he was muffled by sheets and duvet. "No. Go away I'm not in the mood." Now his skills as actor, traitor, deceiver were put to good use as he affected the most disinterested tone he could. To all visual and auditory senses, he was exactly that- completely unresponsive. But he found it hard to lie in other ways, or wasn't trying. Teach him right to take so bloody long- Snape could play hard to get too.

Jack snorted, and gave Snape's back a jab with his elbow as he settled onto his back. "Fine, old man... don't tax yourself..." he snickered, then folded his right arm under his head, and the pillow, and began to lazily fondle himself with his left through his underwear. "Sometimes it's better to just take matters into your own hands..." he muttered softly before another monster yawn overtook him, and he paused.

"Hmph," came te response, as he found a new form of revenge and shoved two ice-cold feet back against Jack's lower leg, rocking him a little, and held there. "Oh' I'm sorry, did I jar you?" he said with forced concern, staring over one shoulder. He leaned back one elbow to rest on Jack's hip. Lull him into a false sense of security first.

Jack cried out at the feeling of the icy feet on his warmer body, and snarled in reply. "No, you didn't disturb me. I can do more that one thing at a time. I am multitalented that way," he snorted, then quickly rolled onto his side, back to Snape. That was tactically a bad move he knew, but that is what made it fun after all.

Hmmm, scratching post, he thought idly, and pressed back, rubbing his back against Jack's for a minute. "Multitalented eh?" he asked as he rolled over, finished rubbing, and draped one hand over Jack's hip, the other propping him up. "Can you rub your belly and pat your head at the same time?" he asked, as lazily as he could.

Jack snorted, "No, and neither can you..." he drawled lazily, closing his eyes with a sigh. He paused, then laughed "But I can lick myself if I want to." he bragged, then yawned again. He shifted around slightly in the bed, getting settled and comfortable now that the covers were warming up nicely.

"Can too," Snape replied, sounding wounded. But to demonstrate he patted Jack's belly with the hand that was by his hip, and rubbed his head with the other. Yawned, snorted, and lay back, arms behind his head in a relaxed manner. "Lick yourself? Like to see you try..."

Jack snorted again. "Fine, so you are the better man than I am... again. Hurrah, hurrah..." he said in a bored tone. He strayed from the topic of licking himself. Of course he could, in his Animagus form and showing off THAT talent would make things, awkward to say the least. He instead snuggled back against Snape, and moved a hand to lace with the one laying across his belly.

"You don't make it all that difficult," Snape commented, scratching idly with his long fingers, and yawning heavily. He was getting tired and thought as much aloud. He buried his face in Jack's neck and hair, mrring gently, and sprawling- letting his hand pet indiscriminately. "You could make things a..." yawn... "...little harder for me... Or I get bored..."

Jack let a chuckle escape, "Just WHAT would you like me to make harder for you, Master?" he asked with a grin. He was in fact, too tired now for some reason for sport, he surmised he was even too tired to be blown, but Snape had rarely done that for him. "Then get bored.... I am not stopping you..." he muttered petulantly.

"Oh for the love of..." Snape muffled the rest purposefully in Jack's back, and uttered a stream of unintelligible expletives. He thumped his head against shoulderblades as though a wall. Rested his head there a minute. "Roll over," he said, one hand to hip, shuffling back so he could get Jack supine. He was going to make damn sure the pair of them went to sleep happy or someone was going to get hurt. A resigned look on his face, he waited until Jack did as he was told. "Sometime today please, I have to get up in the morning."

Jack complied with a reasonable quickness, then looked up at Snape through the darkness, his eyes now fully adjusted. He frowned slightly. "You don't have to do this you know..." he said quietly. "Just go to sleep, I don't want to be the reason you don't get your 8 hours in. I'm fine." he said calmly, blinking slowly as he stared into those pitch colored eyes above him.

"As if I can sleep with you moping," Snape replied with over-done hard-done-by tones. "And besides, I never get that much," he calmly added, moving to straddle him with ease. Another advantage of long legs. He was kneeling astride, half-sitting on Jack's stomach, hands on his shoulders for balance. He didn't feel like much else right now, so this would blood well just have to do. He slid back, until he felt he was bumped up against something, then smirked. he rubbed a little, cocked his head to one side to gauge Jack's reaction. You were saying...?

"I'm not moping!" he protested, perhaps a little too loudly, then bit his lower lip and moaned as Snape sat astride him. Eyes closed, and he sighed. Somethings he could control, others he couldn't and his damn cock was one of them. He arched his back, and lifted his hips up toward Snape, another soft moan. Damn you.... was all he managed. He was well tranined it seemed, to respond when Master desired, even if he had not the drive.

Too late, I am already consigned to Hades... and my soul is sold several times over... he wriggled, and put a little more pressure on as he used his hands and knees to give him the purchase he needed. I am just waiting... for them to come and collect it... and realise I only have one... Have one to spare for me? He smirked, bit his bottom lip, and watched Jack's reaction beneath him. Hm. Perfect. His fingernails dug in slightly, tensing.

Jack laughed mentally, he couldn't do anything vocally at this point, his brain has gone south. Mine was sold long ago as well. Sold to the Lord of Revenge... he mused, then sucked in a breath from between clenched teeth and pursed hips as Snape dug in with his nails. He lifted his hips again, or rather tried, Snape had him quite well pinned now. He wasn't going anywhere he wasn't wanted.

Shame. There's so many things you can do with them... but so much more fun to be had without them... He lifted his weight momentarily, then ground himself back down against Jack's hips- no mercy shown. He had to say he was enjoying watching the reactions he could elicit from something so simple. Then, stilling, he leaned in to bite under his jaw for a minute- he was tired, but not utterly exhausted. He wondered vaguely if he could do this without ever using his hands or mouth. Decided that he had to investigate this properly, and with effort, slid himself flat, and his belly along Jack's groin. Oh it was so hard not to use his hands. He wanted nothing more, but instead he found Jack's wrists to keep himself distracted.

Jack moaned louder this time as Snape pressed himself down onto him, then came the bite. He shuddered, his cock twitched, and he gasped, sounding wounded, but being far from it. "Oh Gods..." he sighed as he felt the friction of the larger body on his. He struggled a bit when his wrists were grabbed, but not much, that would delay what would happen next. He wanted to get to that quickly. He was no longer ambililent about his needs. Not by a long shot.

Knees pinched tight into Jack's sides as he pulled both hands together, made them into fists, and held then with one of his. Brought his face to rub the knuckles against his closed lips. He rocked, gently, from side to side, rolling them both a little, eyes intent on watching Jack's. "Tell me what you want, Grim," he quite literally purred, knowing just how to sound sultry, even if he only just managed to feel it- but despite himself, he felt Jack's mood was catching. Worse than the common cold. "Why don't you tell me," he went on, "What it is you need..."

Jack's mind was thrumming, as was his body, he kept trying to lift his hips, to thrust, to rub, to do... anything that would let him come at this point. He wanted it NOW unlike earlier when he was content to just fall asleep. Damn that man! "I want to come Masssster..." he hissed between teeth held close. "Fuck me.... let me fuck you.... I don't care...." he breathed softly, keeping his eyes closed for now, then let out a long sigh.

Alright so he had to put his hands somewhere, so he pushed Jack's back over his head, and transferred one back to a shoulder again, not putting too much weight on, but enough to keep himself supported and Jack pinned. His breath hitched a little so he started to speak to better cover the fact up, those dark, too-deep eyes alight with something. "You do want that, do you?" he asked, tilting his head to one side as if straining to hear something far away. "Seeing as you asked so nicely... Accio wand," he called, focussing intently, and smirking when his free hand was filled. He knelt up, as high as he could, putting no pressure on the other wizard as he tried to sit clear. He held his left hand cupped in front of the business end of his wand, whispered something with a grin that you couldn't say wasn't malevolant. That hand disappeared behind his back for a few moments, his elbow working as he did squirm a little, but didn't make a sound.

Jack watched with wide eyes, and slightly parted lip, his heart began to beat a bit faster as his mind worked quickly at what he THOUGHT he was seeing, what he THOUGHT might be happening. It was a moment later he realized he was actually panting, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, the whole routine. He rectified that, and swallowed a dry moan. He opened his mouth again to speak, but found he coudn't.

The light flush of colour over Snape's high cheekbones was deepening steadily-settling there and looking very much out of place on his pale, sallow skin. He couldn't bite back the smug smirk- so he still had what it took, and could surprise as well? With practiced ease, not only on other people, but in the past on himself, he closed his eyes and slid a slickened finger inside himself with efficient ease, then stroked a minute-adding another, finding his arousal returning slowly, but steadily. He bit his lip, and opened his eyes, fixing them on Jack as he slid his fingers out with a little sigh, then moved his lubricated hand to Jack's straining member, holding it firmly and still for a second, and slowing his breath with effort.

Jack found himself falling down into a place he could not name or recall being before. He watched Snape with a mesmerized expression, and pulled on his hands, wanting them free to touch him, to touch himself, to do something! When Snape gripped him, his hips thrust upward eagerly. It has been so long since it had gone this way... "Yes.... Oh Please... don't make me wait, Master..." he moaned and closed his eyes, biting down on his lower lip in frustration at being held down, and being held between Heaven and Hell.

Snape made a little thoughtful hurrming noise as he shuffled- aligning himself as best he could whilst he held Jack still. He peered over one shoulder to better see what he was doing, talking somewhat distractedly. "So you'd... leave me like this? And after... all this effort... not even wait..." Bit his lip, closed his eyes, caught his breath and started lowering himself as slowly as he could... "...until you were inside?" His voice gave way at that point into a hiss, but it wasn't all that mercenary sounding, or even sinister, just a forced out-breath past clenched teeth. He'd forgotten what this felt like. It had been- what? A fairly long time in his memory, and even longer if you were only counting the times that- what, counted, so to say?

His exhaustion helped to deaden the pain a little, and his own long custom with pain in most all its forms meant he wasn't all that averse to a little. In moderation. But he wasn't thinking about those times at all for once- was not living in the past of recollection and association, or there was no way in hell he would still be in the same room as Jack. "I'm not going to make you..." he stated, using both hands for the minute to slowly slide upwards, and freeing his weight from Jack's chest somewhat- allowing him to breathe more easily again. His thumbs rubbed under collarbones, fingers flexing and relaxing, the mental afterthought left unsaid; Just don't leave me like this...

Once his hands were freed, they went to clutch on the outsides of Snape's thighs as he was slowly sheathed BY Snape instead of the other way around. He arched his head back, baring his throat and let out a long keening moan as he felt the tightness envelop him. "So.... long... So long since I..... Oh God.... Oh God...." he muttered as he felt the unfamiliar tightness swallow him. He wasn't even cognizant of Snape speaking to him, verbally or mentally at the moment. Once the initial penetration was complete he let out a long breath, and opened his eyes to look up at Snape. His were clouded, dazed, yet serene and warm. "Are you ready for me?" he asked in a voice deep, almost too deep for his size and age. Before he got an answer he moved his hands to his sides, and braced himself, then began to undulate his hips up and down with a slow urgent rhythm.

A shudder ran the length of the Potions Master's spine as he felt Jack's hands move- and if he noticed anything other than the fact they were holding him, he didn't say. The automatic glib response (never far from Snape's mind) that he was born ready parted his lips and was just about to escape past his teeth when the body beneath him started moving and interrupted lucid thought for- oh, the next few days? Well no, Snape thought muggily as he fought to retain some semblance of concious thought, moan turning into hiss as he clawed his way back up. Do I look ready? he asked mentally, squirming with as much restraint as he could muster, which wasn't much. That did feel... a lot better. Nowhere near as empty and cold whatsoever. His breath was laboured- and stopped altogether for a heartbeat or two when he decided he needed a free hand to tend to himself, snaking it over his belly quickly.

You look overdo for having someone like me fuck you silly and leave something warm within you... he replied, then finding the grip on the bed not nearly enough, he bent his knees up slightly, giving his feet purchase on the bed, and move power to his hips. He let out a long sigh that slid into a moan as he began moving his hips up and down with more leverage now. Sounds came from his mouth, neither words, or groans but something feral and wild. Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked up at Snape. He grinned. How many years had he dreamed of something like this? Oh many to be sure.

Sssomeone like you? he asked, smirking. What, a younger Slytherin for a change? Oh yes, he'd forgotten he wasn't going to go there, certainly wasn't going to consider that he was doing this with someone what- half his age? Young enough to be his son? Nope. So he didn't. Eyes closed, damp lashes resting on his cheeks, he tried to ride out the rhythm Jack's hips were dictating, front and back as much as up and down. Perhaps... But maybe I'm not the only one who's been kept waiting too long... he smirked, clawing at exposed ribcage with one hand, stroking himself furiously with the other.

He wasn't as worried as he had been in the past- perhaps the insurance-clause of one small silver snake helped with that, or something else. He neither knew nor cared, too busy trying to scratch the dreadful itch he couldn't reach, looking for all the world lost to his task; lips pursed, eyes shut, slight frown-line creasing between his eyebrows. Aside from the knot in his gut which was slowly tying itself tighter, he did feel less anxious and more at peace than he had in years. And he hadn't even had a drink...

Too long.... yessss too long... to do this... he thought and quickened his pace. He had youth on his side, and he thrust for all he was worth, he wanted nothing more than to make it uncomfortable for Master to sit come the morning. If not that, leave him with the ache of having been had so well. This isn't my best position mind you... But it will do for now... he growled with the increase of pace, then felt another desire overtake him. He sent the image, the desire of Snape moving his hand from where he was clawing at his ribs, to up his belly, over his chest, and encircling his neck to join the Ouroboros. Would he take the bait?

A quiet whimper somewhere at the back of the throat was the only audible articulation Snape was currently capable of- he much preferred to keep his intelligible voicings private for the most part- why, he wasn't too sure. He had to agree that Jack had a point, however, this was far from the most practical position possible, but beggars couldn't be choosers, so it- and all the inconveniences attached to it would have to do. He stifled the mental laugh at how bold the current situation made Jack (who wasn't, shall we say, the most retiring of people) and wondered if he could make Jack's mouth run to the point he said something he shouldn't. He was still musing on that, and thinking his reply, when he realised almost absent-mindedly that his hand was in the wrong place. Concentrating on getting the words all in the right order, he slid a flat-palmed hand up to rest just at Jack's neck, feeling the windpipe beneath, the constrictions and relaxations of muscle as he breathed in and out. Patience... is a virtue... We'll see... we'll see... he rumbled, mantra-like.

Jack snorted, letting him know how he felt about patience when it came to sex, and he began to move for all he was worth. He repositioned his feet, and again bracing with his arms, he began to drive himself relentlessly up and down as hard and fast as he could from this angle. He was going for broke, as he felt the touch on his throat, the power play being hinted at there, he felt himself ready to come. Yes..... Yes..... Almost there..... Almost.... there.... fuckfuckfuckfuck oh God.....

In through the nose out through the mouth? Not likely. Snape was gasping in air for all he was worth, his sides working overtime so much so he thought he had pulled something and would struggle terribly tomorrow. Sod that. As Jack shifted angle yet again he felt himself thrown much too far forwards and automatic reflex kicked in- grabbing hold of anything for dear life. Which happened to be both Jack's throat and his own straining member. He yelped as his knees chose that particular moment to desert him and go in opposite directions- outwards, and land heavily on the youth beneath him. "Oh SHIT!" he yelled, thrashing blindly. Good job there was nothing breakable to hand.

The soft choking was nice, the tightness convulsing around him, very nice, then... then... Oh God... stars before his eyes and he let out a cry as he clutched the covers in his hand, he felt fabric rending and a shudder from his rippling body as he came and the world went white. "Yes! Oh God! Yes! Oh.... God...." he chanted in a rasped voice as he felt the clench at his throat then suddenly it tightened and he felt his throat being gripped too tightly then with a sudden impact, something else was falling on him, knocking the wind from him, and causing him to wheeze for breath. His eyes shot open, and for a moment his vision wouldn't focus. Sensory overload.

What had happened that meant he couldn't breathe? Snape wasn't sure, but the burning sensation that his brain told him was coming from his lungs wouldn't go away no matter how much air he sucked in. He was dizzy and exhausted and spent as it was already, and his hands relaxed- falling- falling, did they ever hit anything? They must have, but as far as he could tell they were still moving downwards. Which was all very silly. But for now, he couldn't for the life of him think who, what or where he was and lay sprawled over something warm. All he knew was he rather liked being like this, and wasn't ever going to move unless someone made him. Forcibly. The whole remembering shebang could come later.

Eyes finally focused, and Jack looked around. He found Severus' shoulder near to his cheek, and he felt like he was dead. Dead weight. Oh fuck the bastard had a heart attack! was his first cognizant thought, and he forced his hands up to embrace the back of the man, and hugged him tightly. "Hey... You alright?" he wheezed with great effort. His throat was sore, he was sure it had gotten bruised somehow, and slowly he was regaining the ability to intake air without painful stitches in his side. He tried to shift his body, no luck. He subconsciously noted they were still joined, and well, it wasn't so bad really. Unless the old fuck had keeled over. Master? he tried, accompanied with soft stroking motions across a wide, and damp back.

M'gonna stay here a little while... came the punch-drunk-sounding answer. Tired. He nodded slightly, and shut his mouth in case he started drooling. He caught a mouthful of pillow in the process, and spat out disgustedly, before he shuffled in an attempt to get his legs and arms in semi-comfortable positions, but it was like trying to do something in front of a mirror with legs crossed; working out left from right took a while. He yawned, and half-curled over, half-smothered Jack. He was going to sleep now dammit. With a bit of mental effort he managed to get out one last thought. Mmm'at least stopped you moping.... evenif you'rre mooning now i'stea...

Jack listened to the mad mutterings of a man well shagged, and grinned wide. Of course he wasn't dead. He was Severus Snape for crissakes, the most foul human to walk the earth, he would outlive everything but God, and even then that was up for debate. He felt him move into a semi coddling position, and accomodated him, moving only the slightest bit to settle himself before calling to sleep. Next time, I shall select the position, and to all... a good night... he sent, then almost immediatly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.