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Unexpected Ganymede by RavenclawGrrl [ - ] 
"Take off your glasses, Weasley," Snape instructed as he grasped Percy firmly by the chin and tipped his head back. He examined both eyes, one of which was red-rimmed and wet where fluid from the potion had splattered at the side of his face. Percy shifted uncomfortably, thinking of a similar situation two years ago. Oliver had been horsing around in class then, too, and caused the potion they were working on to splash out of the cauldron, splattering into Percy's eyes. That was the first time... That was the first time Snape had touched him. It had been the end of his fifth year and he'd never forgotten it. He'd never forgotten how it felt to have his hands, strong and smooth on his face, never forgotten the scent of him, never forgotten the deep timbre of his voice so near to him. He'd been embarrassed by his body's reaction that day and thankful for the loose school robes he was wearing. Snape had dismissed him summarily to the lavatory to wash his eyes with water once again and then to the infirmary accompanied by Oliver. The walk had been interminable. Of all people to accompany him it had to be his roommate Oliver. Oliver was the only other person whose mere presence had ever caused such a...betrayal... by Percy's own body. Fortunately it had been very near the end of term. And fortunately he had come up with a solution over the summer. A girlfriend, all he needed was a girlfriend to...occupy...his thoughts. Penelope was pretty enough, smart enough, and most importantly, reserved enough. She would be absolutely perfect. Perfect prefects, perfect couple. And so they had been for the last two years, perfect, absolutely perfect... almost... except for one thing... it just didn't feel... right. It didn't feel like this. His attention jerked back to the present. Snape was addressing him. "Pay attention, Weasley! I said I see no particulates, yet, you should be seen by Madam Pomfrey as well. Are you capable of going to the infirmary by yourself or shall I send someone to accompany you?" Snape still held Percy's chin in his hands, black eyes staring, demanding an answer. Percy mumbled, "I'm fine, sir, I can make it just fine." But he didn't pull away from Snape's touch. "Very well then," Snape released him. "Ten points from Gryffindor for your lab partner's stupidity. You are dismissed to the infirmary." "Thank you, sir," Percy turned to leave. "Since this accident was not your fault, Weasley, you will be allowed to make up the lab work, as it will be required on the exam. I will be grading papers in the Potions chamber this evening. You may make up the lab then." "Thank you, sir," Percy mumbled again as he headed blearily down the hall towards the infirmary. Snape stared after him, watching the black robe billow behind the boy as he made his way across the chamber and out the door. God damn Lupin, he thought. God damn him straight to hell. And God damn Dumbledore for bringing him back here. For bringing it all back. How long had it been? Fifteen years? Twenty? It might as well have been fifty or a hundred. Yes, it seemed like one hundred years since he was seventeen. One hundred years since he was seventeen and awkward and embarrassed and aroused around someone who should not have had that effect on him, a Gryffindor golden boy just like Percy, someone who followed every rule...or so he had thought.... ** Percy showed up at the Potions chamber promptly at 7pm that evening. He dutifully began setting up his lab equipment and gathering necessary ingredients. Snape sat at his desk grading papers. Percy tried mightily to follow the instructions. He'd actually always been a most accomplished Potions' student. But tonight he couldn't concentrate. The mere fact that he was alone in the room with Snape that night made it impossible for him to focus on anything else. Mistake after mistake finally culminated in a potion that boiled over, generating a sharp remark from Snape. "Weasley, what have you done!" "I'm sorry, sir," Percy was trying frantically to clean up the mess and only making matters worse. "I'll clean it up." Snape studied the boy. Ordinarily he would have enjoyed watching a Gryffindor squirm like this. But tonight it brought an almost painful sense of dj vu. The only difference was *he* had been the one to lose his composure then...twenty years ago. Or was it one hundred? Percy, you and I are more alike than you'd care to admit, he thought to himself. And then, to his own astonishment, Severus Snape came to a startling decision. He rose from his desk and walked back to the worktable. "Sir, I ..." Percy started. "Weasley, you are not yourself tonight." Did Percy imagine it, or was his voice slightly softer? "I'll get that." Snape reached for a cloth and his hand brushed Percy's. Percy stiffened, his whole body taunt as a bowstring. Percy's mind reeled. No! He couldn't... he wouldn't...he wouldn't let himself think about... about... about how that just made him feel...about how Snape made him feel just by being that close to him. "Well, you've made a royal mess of things," Snape said simply. "Take off your glasses, Percy." Before he could respond, Snape gently removed them. "I'll clean them." Percy registered everything, the warmth of Snape's hands at his temples, the gentle lifting of his glasses away from his face. As Snape began to remove them, Percy involuntarily closed his eyes and when he opened them, black eyes locked with his in a gaze that penetrated to the depths of his soul. Snape looked away and began to polish his glasses with a clean cloth. "I said you are not yourself, tonight, Percy. Or ...could it be that for the first time... you are?" He handed the clean spectacles back to Percy and met him with a questioning look. "I'm..." Percy's jaw worked, but he didn't seem to be able to make the words come out. "I'm not sure what you mean, Professor," he said, helplessly. "Does it have something to do with ....this?," Snape flicked his hand lightly down to replace the polishing cloth and faintly, so faintly, he brushed the front of Percy's robe in the process. Oh, dear God, feather-light touch...there... had he imagined it! ?! Snape shifted quietly behind him, keeping one hand on the worktable. "Tell me, Percy, do you never question the rules?" Snape's face was beside his, his breath warm in Percy's ear as he spoke. "Do you always do what's expected of you?" It took every ounce of willpower Percy had to keep from trembling or worse yet, from leaning back into what he desperately wanted to be... but he knew could not possibly be... an embrace. Snape leaned closer. Oh, God! Cheek against his, evening's stubble, dark and coarse and delicious rubbed against his cheek. "Are you with that little Ravenclaw because it's what's expected of you?" Percy felt weak. "I...don't know... I..." He tried desperately to think of Penelope but his mind wouldn't cooperate. He wanted fervently to slip away and run thru the chamber door back to Gryffindor tower but his body wouldn't cooperate. Cooperate? Like hell! His own body was rebelling against him. Aching swelling erection began to press against his underwear and trousers, demanding release. "There's a rule, here, with me, to be followed. Do you know what it is?" Wordlessly, Percy shook his head `no.' "The rule is `consent.' Nothing happens here without your consent, do you understand?" Percy bit his lower lip and nodded his head `yes.' "Do you consent, Percy? Because if you don't, then there's the door and this never happened." "I...I...don't know...I've never...," Percy's voice was anguished, his eyes squeezed shut. This couldn't be happening. He took a deep shuddering breath, "I want to." "Of course you do, you beautiful boy," Snape whispered, his hands brushing the folds of Percy's robes aside. Percy gasped to feel those hands, deft and sure, at his trousers, unbuttoning the fly, slipping inside. He inhaled sharply as Snape grasped him firmly around the thickened shaft of his penis, freeing his erection from his clothing and beginning to stroke him. With his other hand, Snape cupped his balls, holding and rubbing them gently. Percy leaned back, his breath ragged, feeling Snape's body, warm behind him. He felt his orgasm building; hot prickles began in his balls, racing up his shaft. Snape rubbed his thumb across the silky head of his penis and Percy came. Glorious, hot spangles of excitement shot through him and he came all over Snape's hand. He whimpered and sagged back against the man, biting his lip and lowering his head in shame. He had come, ejaculated, in Snape's hand. "I'm sorry...," he whispered, "I'm sorry..." "Shhhh, Percy," Snape whispered warm in his ear and turned the boy to him. Percy started to speak again, to apologize again but Snape claimed his mouth with his own. Giddy, Percy circled his arms around his teacher's shoulders and returned the kiss eagerly, passionately. Snape broke the kiss and pulled back, looking at the beautiful boy in his arms. The scent of sex was in the air and the taste of Percy was in his mouth. The boy was flushed, lips bruised, eyes searching. One hundred years evaporated with that kiss. "What happens now?" Percy whispered. Snape touched his fingers to Percy's lips. "Another rule, Percy. Only you decide." ~ Fin ~ |