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Most Vulnerable

                "This seems rather unnecessary. It's near the tub, isn't it?"

"Severus!" he snapped, in disbelief, "Constant Vigilance! There are enemies everywhere. You are at your most vulnerable in the nude."

                "Alastor, unless the brush is going to attack me—"

                "Who's to say it won't, eh?" He handed him the wand again, giving the knee a pat.

                ". . . Point taken," said Severus. "Now get out."

                "Nothin' I haven't seen before. Literally."

Snape just raised an eyebrow challengingly, staring him down.

"I'll still see you through the door, you know, with this eye," he reminded him.

"Oh, that's what I was counting on." Snape smirked.

He warded the door quite thoroughly when Moody left, however, and then slid out of the tub, lying on his back on the floor, feet toward the door. He parted his legs and, using soap as a makeshift lube, he pressed a fingertip inside of himself and slowly stroked his prick, wand at his side on the wet tile floor. After a bit of play with just the one finger, he did one of the most Slytherin things he'd done in a long while.

He picked up his wand and traced it delicately over his body, past jaw and neck and collarbone, over taught stomach, alongside his thick cock, parting the pubic hairs. Then he thrust it in.

He heard a sharp gasp from the other side of the door. "Don't do that!" said Moody.

"Do what?" said Snape, thrusting it gently in and out of himself.

"You'll blow a hole right through your intestines." The door was being fumbled with. Snape was confident it would take Moody a while to get through the wards on the door.

"Oh will I?" he was still smirking. The idea of Moody fearing for his safety so fully was a serious turn-on. He liked scaring people. It was something he'd always liked. It was part of his reasoning in joining the Death Eaters.

"I've seen it happen to people before," said Moody. "Blow great holes in themselves."

"No you haven't. You're imagining things," said Snape. He stroked himself a little more quickly, more firmly. The prospect of a hole being blown through him was not appealing at all. The idea was beginning to affect him. But he tamped the fear down with the ease of a lifetime of practice.

"I've always done this," said Snape. "Ever since I was a third-year at Hogwarts." Ah yes, he could hear the heavy breathing. "I was so desperate for someone to come and show me the pleasures my young, supple flesh could bring me." He let out a soft moan.

"No, stop it!" said Moody after a moment. "Snape, stop it!" he growled at him. "I'm not puttin' you back together when it happens."

"It won't happen. If you're calm, you can fuck me after I come," he said, shifting his hips a bit to rock into the movements of the wand. "I bet I make quite the picture."

A pause, as if he was holding his breath. "The picture of stupidity."

"But it's a lovely picture at that," groaned Snape, and he pressed the wand into his prostate over and over, hand flying on his cock. All at once two things happened then: Alastor burst through the wards, and Snape cried out as he came, arse clenching around the wand's wooden shaft, eyes wide with surprise.

"Surprise," said Moody dryly. He leaned down and pulled Snape up to his feet like he was weightless, deftly yanking the wand from him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson," said Moody gruffly. "Lean over the toilet!" he barked, throwing Snape toward it. Still surprised, Snape did so.

"I think you need to be punished, you little shit," he growled, "for frightening an old man like that."

Severus snorted.

"Laugh all you want," said Moody, moving over to the tub to grab the brush off the rim of it. "But I think the last will be mine." Without further ado, he brought it down on Severus's backside, causing him to jerk slightly.

He raised it back, and did it again. He didn't keep count, going slowly at first, and then speeding up, admiring both the soft, hidden sounds the strikes drew and the pink flush he had brought to the cheeks. He tossed the brush to the floor after a moment. "Still got it?" he asked roughly, taking the wand from fingers that were practically nerveless. He cast a spell to loosen him up properly, then grabbed the soap from the bottle on the floor, covering himself with it.

He slid home, not pausing to let either of them adjust, knocking Snape's knees into the side of the toilet as he thrust. His pace was frantic, and it wasn't much later that he was coming hard, shooting himself into Snape's redness.

He pulled back after a moment, growling when Snape made as if to move. He found the brush again and moved behind Snape once more. He scrubbed the bristles over Snape's arse, causing him to cry out and flail, but a strong hand wrapped itself around him and he found Moody had hauled him up. Moody pressed Severus against him, parting the thin thighs with his own thick one, kissing a distressed face with his gnarled lips as he used his free hand—the one that was not forcing Severus against him—to scrub at the red arse some more.

He rubbed his thigh against Severus's semi-erection, tilting his head to nip at a soft ear before whispering. "Yeah, how do you like that? Death Eater scum is hard to clean."

He inhaled the still-greasy scent of the hair and felt Severus spurt against his good leg. The brush fell to the floor with a clatter almost immediately, and Moody was holding him in both of his strong arms, in a tight embrace. "Now will you keep that thing with you while you bathe?"

"That depends," said Severus, panting. "Can I still shove it up my—"

"No, you can't."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll give you another . . . oh, I see." He let go of the man and stepped back, eyeing him. "Well, if you ever do that again, I'll make sure that's the last thing you'll ever have up there."

Severus snorted.

"You don't think I'm gifted with wards, from what you just saw me break through?"

Severus's eyes widened.

"Yes," said Moody darkly, growling, "I will ward your arse so nothing else can get inside. Outside is a different matter, of course, what with bodily functions." He squeezed one of the cheeks, eliciting a yelp that made him smile. "You wouldn't survive a week without ol' Mad-Eye showing you what's what."

"Oh, is that so?" With a wince, he bent to collect the brush and the bottle of soap, returning them to their proper places.

"Is it?"

Severus glanced over his shoulder at him. "Well, as an imposter said, there are some spots that don't come off . . . but you may as well try."

"You'll always be greasy, foul, and dirty," said Moody with a grin.

"And you'll always be gnarled and paranoid."

"See?" said Moody with a laugh. "We were made for each other."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "That we were. Now, come into the bedroom and put some salve on my arse."

Moody grinned, picking up Snape's wand. "You nearly left this, you great git." He followed him into the bedroom, taking the jar of salve from him. "After I do this, you do my leg again, yeah?"

"Yeah," said Severus, lying down on his stomach. Moody's strong, gnarled fingers moved deftly over the expanse of red, hot flesh. Severus sighed and seemed to sink into the mattress.

"My turn."

"Fucking Auror," said Snape with a sigh, sitting up.

"Fucking Death Eater," he replied, taking his clawed, wooden leg off and sitting up on the bed.

Severus rubbed the salve into the pink, calloused skin of the remainder of Moody's leg. If he hadn't already been sated, this would have aroused him. He loved touching it, even, at times, running his tongue all along it. The end of Moody's leg was very sensitive, he'd found.

Leaning in toward Moody's face, Severus did another thing he loved to do, flicking his tongue at the sides of the man's nose around where the chunk had been taken from it. The brokenness of the man's body was such a turn-on. Especially compared to the man's commanding presence and brutal ways of making his body react.

After a moment he stood so that Moody could cast spells around the room, checking for intruders and the like. When he seemed satisfied, tucking his wand back into his robes, Severus pulled him down onto the bed again, resting his head on his chest. "There's no one else here. It's just you and me."

"Mm."

"Well," said Severus with a flick of his wand to dim the lights, "that's not entirely true. There's also the brush."

"Ah yes. I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were," said Snape softly. "The brush attacked me after all." He smirked.