FIC: Telophasic, SS/DM, NC-17
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bottom_draco[Title] Telophasic
[Pairing] Severus/Draco
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] Property of JK.
[Word count] 1,568
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charlotteschaos
[Beta]petalla
[Warnings] Implied incest
[Summary] Telophase is the final stage of cell division. Draco is young enough that he wants a father figure, but because he is a later teen, he only needs this for so much longer. Soon he won't need it and he really won't want to be treated like a whore and will end this phase of his life.
[Notes] In response to challenge #60, a slip of the tongue during sex.
"Ooooh oh god daddy, fuck me, do it... harder! Harder!" Draco cried out in a garbled whisper. This was risky, never a riskier proposition had he endeavored to take with this lover or any other. Something about stodgy Snape and his desperation to closet and cloak himself from what he was drove Draco to extravagant heights of perversion that sometimes even upset his own psyche.
For his part, Snape had never allowed Draco to see him undressed. Perhaps it was still the teenaged upset, or he thought somehow he was less of a participant in his own debauchery if he were still bedecked in his tunic and comforting robes. Not that anyone was buying it. Probably not even Snape himself. However the older man was quite delighted at any time to see Draco undone. Draco crawling, Draco begging, Draco coming to him to sit on his lap, his shining and glistening body in its ethereal and shimmering glowing light against the dark, rich fabrics of his robes, purring and cooing in expressions of pleasure that Snape would never allow himself to make with such raucous abandon.
So it stood that despite Draco's perverse calling out to the older man who was driving into his very entrails, Snape remained silent. Instead he looked down at the conjoining of their bodies and the way his glistening and vividly hued length disappeared into the boy's crevice. Draco's white broadcloth school shirt rode up to his middle back and robe discarded next to him on the desk --Slytherin crest up. The boy's trousers were rucked down to reveal the bulbous cleft of his ass, gapping down to cup just under the precious and pale orbs that were split open crudely by Snape's pallid hands. With the motion, Draco's open belt tinkled lightly against itself and against the front of the desk as he lurched forward under the nearly cruel thrusting of his teacher.
Sprawled over the desk, Draco leaned on one elbow, his delicate body curled back to look at Snape, to watch his anguished and confused expressions contort with pleasure and self-loathing for it. Driving back hard against the impaling member, Draco felt his ass brushing against Snape's open pants. The blonde's other hand reached down between his own legs to scoop up his own erection. Sliding his pale fingers over the pale pink but purpling erection, he began to stroke it in time to Snape's thrusts. His forearm pained him in the crush of the hard corner of the desk, however the only thing more painful than the bruise that was forming there would be the ache of his unsated manhood.
"Do you like it, father? Like it, daddy? Tell your baby boy how much you like to fuck him," Draco tried again. He could see the blush further forming on the worn features of the older man. Such vile things Draco would say to him; such awful suggestions. In the back of his mind, Snape worried what such vulgar fantasies might mean; just what had Lucius been doing to the boy before the Ministry took him away? To the potion master's utter shame, the visual of Draco being violated so lewdly by his own father, the two blondes conjoined in such away, made his prick pulse in another foul reaction to an inappropriate thought. He was really starting to love this.
"Fuck," Snape huffed.
Draco's hips shuddered and his lean back slithered to not only take the full length of the older man into him, but he ground down on the tip of it, smearing the verboten tip of Snape's cock hard against his prostate which made him whimper softly and press his very hot cheek against the cool of the desk. His white-blonde hair splayed over the dark of the desk, and he would have looked angelically haloed were it not for the profanities that spewed from his mouth, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!" His cries were high-pitched and child-like whimpers that were reminiscent of a boy a decade younger than Draco calling out to his father for attention on a playground. If Draco kept this up, Snape couldn't hold out much longer.
"Such a... good... boy..." Snape panted out awkwardly. Snape had no children, wasn't going to. He had never dreamed of engaging in this sort of activity with anyone, let alone a student. But a Malfoy would not be denied. Or at least that's what he told himself. The boy had initiated it, hadn't he? Snape was not to blame, the boy had begged and pleaded with him. Although deep down, Snape knew that what Draco had come to him for was counseling in the way his father had listened to him, not sex. And if he really got down to it, he knew that Lucius had never touched the boy like this. But thinking that the elder Malfoy had made Snape seem like less of a predator; made him feel less dirty.
If the dominant dark-haired man were more self-aware and honest with himself, he'd see how the suggestion of his own loneliness to the desperate boy had spawned the entire affair. But it was so much easier to remember that it was Draco who had leaned up and kissed him first, no matter what subtle coercion was applied. On paper, the older man was blameless. At times he would realize the error of this situation and would attempt to end it. But then that damnable cocky grin, the flick of the blonde hair, the press of the hot, reddened lips against his and he was drowning in it again.
Good boy. Such a good boy. Beautiful. That's what daddy likes. Touch him there. Let me run my fingers over your narrow shoulders, down your exposed ribs. I love to feel your tender, lithe muscles shy away from my calloused and sallow hands, to kiss your shallow belly button, to follow the scant line of blonde hair to where you live, to hear you gasp as I touch you, to hear you beg. Such dirty thoughts. So wrong. Fuck.
As if Draco could hear Snape's thoughts rather than the few syllables he'd managed to utter, Draco's body seemed to shock and seize as pearly ropes of his ejaculate splattered the front of the desk. In utter blasphemy to the pastel and puffy lips that curved to form the excited words that he shouted to the older man, Draco cried, "Fill me, daddy, fill me with your hot come, I need you, father, fuck me. Oh god... violate your baby, fuck him, fill him!"
The professor could brook no further words than that. Violate. Fill. Come.
Snape's fingers stiffened and his nails stabbed into the glowing and tender flesh of Draco's hips as his scrotum tightened hard and slickened the cavity wetly with his release. "Good boy... good boy... goooooood boy," Snape gasped out to Draco's blushing delight as both males reverted to flopping, panting and exhausted flesh pressed against the desk.
Given a beat to catch his breath, Snape pulled back harshly. He whipped his softening length out of the boy and with a smooth motion of cascading his fingers over himself, withdrew the secretions and tucked himself away. Draco stayed panting and weary against the desk, ass still up and slightly parted as seed started to slide back out of him and down his inner thighs.
The professor turned for a moment, and after using the tissue he'd picked up to clean his own hand, grabbed another few and knelt down to gently clean Draco, fondling the fine and flawless skin. He longed to kiss the skin as much as Draco longed for him to, but Snape was already reeling from his pederasty and the way he'd allowed the blonde to debauch him. As if somehow the 16-year-old held the control. At least, that's what he chose to believe.
"Good boy, I was a good boy," Draco said to him, his grey eye peeked out from under his hair. His impossibly soft lips had curled into a smile of such wicked cockiness that Snape had to turn away from it, burning with shame.
"That's enough, Draco," Snape snapped.
Draco seemed to sober a bit and sighed. Speaking further only led to fights. "I love you," he whispered. Snape, finished with cleaning up his excesses from the youth, stood and tossed the tissues away.
Back turned to the boy, he mumbled out while burning with shame, "I love you too. Please go."
The blonde let out a low groan of wanting. He wanted to stay, to hold him and be held, but Snape wouldn't allow it. So instead, Draco simply stood and pulled his boxers and pants back up to his waist and donned his robe. He adjusted his prefect's badge that glinted in the candlelight and gave another quiet and pleading sigh.
"Go."
With that, Draco turned and finally swept out of the room with the mournful feeling of abandonment. But for those brief moments of connection, he'd felt loved and complete. They both had. And despite his complete disgust with himself, as Snape sat down at his desk, he contemplated the next reason to call Draco into his office.
~~
With much thanks and love to the almighty Ang and Peg for playing scenes like this out with me that helped me iron this relationship out.
[Pairing] Severus/Draco
[Rating] NC-17
[Disclaimer] Property of JK.
[Word count] 1,568
[Author]
charlotteschaos[Beta]
petalla[Warnings] Implied incest
[Summary] Telophase is the final stage of cell division. Draco is young enough that he wants a father figure, but because he is a later teen, he only needs this for so much longer. Soon he won't need it and he really won't want to be treated like a whore and will end this phase of his life.
[Notes] In response to challenge #60, a slip of the tongue during sex.
"Ooooh oh god daddy, fuck me, do it... harder! Harder!" Draco cried out in a garbled whisper. This was risky, never a riskier proposition had he endeavored to take with this lover or any other. Something about stodgy Snape and his desperation to closet and cloak himself from what he was drove Draco to extravagant heights of perversion that sometimes even upset his own psyche.
For his part, Snape had never allowed Draco to see him undressed. Perhaps it was still the teenaged upset, or he thought somehow he was less of a participant in his own debauchery if he were still bedecked in his tunic and comforting robes. Not that anyone was buying it. Probably not even Snape himself. However the older man was quite delighted at any time to see Draco undone. Draco crawling, Draco begging, Draco coming to him to sit on his lap, his shining and glistening body in its ethereal and shimmering glowing light against the dark, rich fabrics of his robes, purring and cooing in expressions of pleasure that Snape would never allow himself to make with such raucous abandon.
So it stood that despite Draco's perverse calling out to the older man who was driving into his very entrails, Snape remained silent. Instead he looked down at the conjoining of their bodies and the way his glistening and vividly hued length disappeared into the boy's crevice. Draco's white broadcloth school shirt rode up to his middle back and robe discarded next to him on the desk --Slytherin crest up. The boy's trousers were rucked down to reveal the bulbous cleft of his ass, gapping down to cup just under the precious and pale orbs that were split open crudely by Snape's pallid hands. With the motion, Draco's open belt tinkled lightly against itself and against the front of the desk as he lurched forward under the nearly cruel thrusting of his teacher.
Sprawled over the desk, Draco leaned on one elbow, his delicate body curled back to look at Snape, to watch his anguished and confused expressions contort with pleasure and self-loathing for it. Driving back hard against the impaling member, Draco felt his ass brushing against Snape's open pants. The blonde's other hand reached down between his own legs to scoop up his own erection. Sliding his pale fingers over the pale pink but purpling erection, he began to stroke it in time to Snape's thrusts. His forearm pained him in the crush of the hard corner of the desk, however the only thing more painful than the bruise that was forming there would be the ache of his unsated manhood.
"Do you like it, father? Like it, daddy? Tell your baby boy how much you like to fuck him," Draco tried again. He could see the blush further forming on the worn features of the older man. Such vile things Draco would say to him; such awful suggestions. In the back of his mind, Snape worried what such vulgar fantasies might mean; just what had Lucius been doing to the boy before the Ministry took him away? To the potion master's utter shame, the visual of Draco being violated so lewdly by his own father, the two blondes conjoined in such away, made his prick pulse in another foul reaction to an inappropriate thought. He was really starting to love this.
"Fuck," Snape huffed.
Draco's hips shuddered and his lean back slithered to not only take the full length of the older man into him, but he ground down on the tip of it, smearing the verboten tip of Snape's cock hard against his prostate which made him whimper softly and press his very hot cheek against the cool of the desk. His white-blonde hair splayed over the dark of the desk, and he would have looked angelically haloed were it not for the profanities that spewed from his mouth, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!" His cries were high-pitched and child-like whimpers that were reminiscent of a boy a decade younger than Draco calling out to his father for attention on a playground. If Draco kept this up, Snape couldn't hold out much longer.
"Such a... good... boy..." Snape panted out awkwardly. Snape had no children, wasn't going to. He had never dreamed of engaging in this sort of activity with anyone, let alone a student. But a Malfoy would not be denied. Or at least that's what he told himself. The boy had initiated it, hadn't he? Snape was not to blame, the boy had begged and pleaded with him. Although deep down, Snape knew that what Draco had come to him for was counseling in the way his father had listened to him, not sex. And if he really got down to it, he knew that Lucius had never touched the boy like this. But thinking that the elder Malfoy had made Snape seem like less of a predator; made him feel less dirty.
If the dominant dark-haired man were more self-aware and honest with himself, he'd see how the suggestion of his own loneliness to the desperate boy had spawned the entire affair. But it was so much easier to remember that it was Draco who had leaned up and kissed him first, no matter what subtle coercion was applied. On paper, the older man was blameless. At times he would realize the error of this situation and would attempt to end it. But then that damnable cocky grin, the flick of the blonde hair, the press of the hot, reddened lips against his and he was drowning in it again.
Good boy. Such a good boy. Beautiful. That's what daddy likes. Touch him there. Let me run my fingers over your narrow shoulders, down your exposed ribs. I love to feel your tender, lithe muscles shy away from my calloused and sallow hands, to kiss your shallow belly button, to follow the scant line of blonde hair to where you live, to hear you gasp as I touch you, to hear you beg. Such dirty thoughts. So wrong. Fuck.
As if Draco could hear Snape's thoughts rather than the few syllables he'd managed to utter, Draco's body seemed to shock and seize as pearly ropes of his ejaculate splattered the front of the desk. In utter blasphemy to the pastel and puffy lips that curved to form the excited words that he shouted to the older man, Draco cried, "Fill me, daddy, fill me with your hot come, I need you, father, fuck me. Oh god... violate your baby, fuck him, fill him!"
The professor could brook no further words than that. Violate. Fill. Come.
Snape's fingers stiffened and his nails stabbed into the glowing and tender flesh of Draco's hips as his scrotum tightened hard and slickened the cavity wetly with his release. "Good boy... good boy... goooooood boy," Snape gasped out to Draco's blushing delight as both males reverted to flopping, panting and exhausted flesh pressed against the desk.
Given a beat to catch his breath, Snape pulled back harshly. He whipped his softening length out of the boy and with a smooth motion of cascading his fingers over himself, withdrew the secretions and tucked himself away. Draco stayed panting and weary against the desk, ass still up and slightly parted as seed started to slide back out of him and down his inner thighs.
The professor turned for a moment, and after using the tissue he'd picked up to clean his own hand, grabbed another few and knelt down to gently clean Draco, fondling the fine and flawless skin. He longed to kiss the skin as much as Draco longed for him to, but Snape was already reeling from his pederasty and the way he'd allowed the blonde to debauch him. As if somehow the 16-year-old held the control. At least, that's what he chose to believe.
"Good boy, I was a good boy," Draco said to him, his grey eye peeked out from under his hair. His impossibly soft lips had curled into a smile of such wicked cockiness that Snape had to turn away from it, burning with shame.
"That's enough, Draco," Snape snapped.
Draco seemed to sober a bit and sighed. Speaking further only led to fights. "I love you," he whispered. Snape, finished with cleaning up his excesses from the youth, stood and tossed the tissues away.
Back turned to the boy, he mumbled out while burning with shame, "I love you too. Please go."
The blonde let out a low groan of wanting. He wanted to stay, to hold him and be held, but Snape wouldn't allow it. So instead, Draco simply stood and pulled his boxers and pants back up to his waist and donned his robe. He adjusted his prefect's badge that glinted in the candlelight and gave another quiet and pleading sigh.
"Go."
With that, Draco turned and finally swept out of the room with the mournful feeling of abandonment. But for those brief moments of connection, he'd felt loved and complete. They both had. And despite his complete disgust with himself, as Snape sat down at his desk, he contemplated the next reason to call Draco into his office.
~~
With much thanks and love to the almighty Ang and Peg for playing scenes like this out with me that helped me iron this relationship out.
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Date: 2004-11-24 05:33 pm (UTC)What a great turkey's day present!!!
Snape is wonderful here-- his shame, his needs and his perverted desires.
Although we don't see much of Draco's thought until the end, he is wonderfully portrayed. I feel bad for him-- poor boy, all he wanted was some luv'in!!
but he got smut with snape! and snape got him! so i'm happy!!
(Did you post this on partisan_green before? because it looks familiar. but it's nice to read good snaco again!)
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Date: 2004-11-24 06:29 pm (UTC)For some reason it's hard for me to see Snape as being particularly sexual, so it was fun to put together these wierd dynamics together. Sort of gave myself a new fetish ;)
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Date: 2004-11-24 11:32 pm (UTC)Of course, I like anyTopmale/bottom!Draco. but Snape is a particular appealing top for Draco (just for Draco! get lost, Potter! Go moaning over your loss of Draco or something!)
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Date: 2004-11-25 12:22 am (UTC)But that's just my two cents :) I was having entirely too much fun with their possible neuroses ;) I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2004-11-26 03:40 am (UTC)me too!! i never get bottom!harry or bottom!snape!! i mean, just look at them!! and snarry doesn't appeal to me because 1. no draco! 2. two tops?? 3. i can never see snape liking harry or see harry as harry, not as annoying-lucky-bastard or mini-james.
i'm having too much fun at this! three replies! i'm officially a stalker!
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Date: 2004-11-26 03:54 am (UTC)I think Draco is a hesitant bottom. Left to his own he'd try to dominate. But he doesn't respect anyone who lets him dominate. To get his love and his attention...you have to smack him around a bit. That's my interpretation anyways ;)
Snape's just a control freak. He wouldn't do anything with anyone if he wasn't in control.
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Date: 2004-11-25 05:38 pm (UTC)..::suechi::..
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Date: 2004-11-25 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-26 09:51 pm (UTC)What a sexy story~
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Date: 2004-11-26 10:51 pm (UTC)