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Dungeon Slut

It was a half an hour before curfew. James was making his way down to the kitchens, while Snape was on his way up to the library. They had not expected to cross paths. But, there they were in a more or less abandoned corridor on the first floor. Both boys just stared at each other for a moment. And then the first word emerged. "Snivellus!"

"Potter!"

"How did you like that spell we placed on your textbooks?"

Severus gritted his teeth.

"Padfoot's idea, you know."

Severus sniffed uncaringly. "He does have a certain disregard for academia, doesn't he?"

"He studied enough to come up with that."

"And yet, why am I not reassured as to the fate of wizarding London?"

"You expect you're a better future than he is, Snape? He's handsome, loyal, caring," this last got a scoff from Snape, and James glowered at him before continuing. "He's also a lot better than you and yours, and even better than his own brother Regulus. He's a lot better than Master Voldy especially. Oo, how utterly terrifying. Really, Snivellus, I don't know why nothing gets through that thick skull of yours—aren't you supposed to be bright? Though, perhaps the problem is that great greasy mop of yours. Do the showers all break down at the sight of your revolting, naked form?"

Snape whipped out his wand. For some reason, James didn't. "Silly little James Potter. No entourage tonight?"

"How do you know they're not hiding around the corner, Snape? Or that maybe they aren't just invisible and here among us?"

"I've cast the spell we just learned in Defense. You're alone." He jabbed the wand into the side of James's throat. "Now, up against the wall."

James moved toward the wall, smirking. "Why must you hate me so, Snivelly Snape? Is it because I saved you when you know full well you should be dead? No one likes you here, Snivellus. You must have noticed by now."

"People only pretend to care for you," snarled Snape, leaning in closer in an attempt to intimidate him.  "But your money, your good looks, and your quidditch abilities can only take you so far. You have no integrity, and no strength of character."

"Mind the spit, Sniv, thanks," he said. "Ah, and did I just hear you say you think I'm . . . good-looking?"

"A factual statement. Let us not play games."

"Because if you played with me, you'd lose."

"Potter," Snape hissed warningly. "You are aware that I can cast the Cruciatus, Avada Kedavra, even the Imperius?"

"Maybe I'm just not intimidated." His shiver gave him away.

"You're trembling like a little girl," Snape said, pressing the advantage. He moved in closer. "You're afraid of me," he said, awed.

"Am not," said James.

"Then why are you shifting around so m—ah!" He jerked back.

James's face flushed brightly. He looked at a spot over one of Snivellus's shoulders.

"Been waiting for that for a while, have you?" sneered Severus. "You, James bloody Potter, want me. Badly. Don't you?"

James was silent for a very long moment. "Well, isn't it obvious enough?" he said, staring back at him, now leaning against the wall casually.

"Oh my God. If Lily only knew—"

"But she won't know. She doesn't listen to you anymore. Not since you started eating Muggles for breakfast. Or, really, before that, I guess. Maybe the time we took your pants off and you called her . . . well . . . that name."

"Mudblood. I called her Mudblood. Tried to apologize too," he said darkly, running a finger over his lip in thought. "She wouldn't have it, though."

"That's rather obvious too. For a while, I thought the two of you were going to get together! Scared me."

"We did get together."

James stared at him, eyes wide with shock.

"Suppose I just turned your perfect world upside-down. Yes, we performed some . . . mutual experimentation in the past."

James scoffed at the word "mutual". "You probably forced her into something and then she left you because of that."

Snape scowled. "She came onto me."

"Don't know what to do with a girl, Sniv?" James chuckled.

"Shut up." He performed a simple Sticking Charm on the back of James's robe so that he couldn't move if he tried. "I tried to like it," he said darkly. "But it's just not my thing. I'll always love Lily. Just . . . not sexually." He parted James's robes and then his trousers, pulling him gently through his boxers' slit.

"I can still punch you, you know. My hands are free."

"Are you telling me you want me to bind your hands or something, Potter? I don't speak imbecile." He leaned in to give the head of the erection a tentative lick. "Maybe," he said, looking up at James again, "I wanted your hands free so you could use them to help fuck my mouth."

James's eyes widened in shock again.

Severus rolled his eyes. "What's that look for? The language?"

"No . . . more the fact you want me to fuck your mouth."

"I happen to like it rough," said Snape with a shrug, and he leant in to flick his tongue across James again, before pulling him inside his mouth entirely. James moaned and arched up. Severus reached up for one of his hands, bringing it down to grasp his head.

James winced at touching the greasy hair, but decided to ignore the bad hygiene for the moment. Snape drew him into his mouth so far he gagged for a moment, but then controlled the reflex astoundingly well. "Fuck." He gripped at the head through the greasy hair.

Snape paused, pulling off for a moment. "Finite Incantatem!" he said, and James pulled away from the wall. "I trust you'll stay here until I'm through with you?" said Snape, receiving a curt nod. "Splendid." He pulled James toward him again, still kneeling.

James tentatively lowered a hand to the back of Snape's head again, pressing the tip of his cock to the other boy's lips. Snape's pink lips parted around him, and he was surrounded by the mouth again. It felt divine. He lowered his other hand to Severus's shoulder and began drawing in and out slowly. Snape made a pleased noise, and it spurred him on.

James began to brutally thrust into Severus's mouth, against his throat, making it hard for him to breathe. The moaning Severus, one hand grasping at his arse to pull him closer, was having trouble breathing, and that was even more of a turn-on. It probably shouldn't have been, thought James, but it was all the same.

"Dungeon slut," groaned James, hips pumping furiously. Snape moaned again, around him, and he found himself near climax, thrusts becoming more shallow, more quick. He shot himself into the Slytherin's throat, choking him, the seed spilling out past thin, pink lips and dripping onto Snape's robes and the floor. He pulled out, leaving the sputtering Snape to collect himself, watching with an odd sort of fascination.

Snape rucked his robes up and stroked himself off furiously, coming with a soft cry.

"Done with me yet?" said James with disdain.

Snape just smirked. He cast a Healing Spell on the inside of his throat, then a Scouring Charm on his robes. He leant down and licked a bit of both his and James's spunk up from the dirty floor, shocking James again. He cleaned the rest up magically. Then he licked his swollen lips and purred, "Good day, Potter."

James hastily did up his trousers after tucking himself back in.

"Still here?" asked Snape.

". . . No," said James.

"I'm free Friday afternoon at five o'clock."

"Like I fucking care," said James, thrusting his hands into his pockets, moving toward the end of the corridor where he could turn toward the stairs and leave the dungeon.

"Ah, but you do," said Snape.

"Yeah right!" he called back.

"Five o'clock," he reminded James.

James rolled his eyes and marveled at the fact that that had been the best sexual experience of his (admittedly short) life. He went up the stairs a bit quickly, and nearly ran toward the Grand Staircase.

"I knew it," said Snape to himself softly, pushing up from the ground. "Gryffindors are just as deviant as the rest of us." He licked his lips again.