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Breathe II
Severus licked his lips, watching Black with an expression that might have been mistaken for calm compassion, if it hadn't been for the bright hunger in his eyes. Black's back arched with every intake of breath, revealing a vertical strip of hard, tanned stomach where his robes had fallen open. His face contorted exquisitely, eyes squeezing shut and tears streaming from their outer corners.
Severus smoothed Black's hair back with one hand, careful to keep his wand steady and pointed under Black's chin. The hair was damp and springy under his palm, and the scalp radiated heat. He dragged his fingers down the temple, across the taut cheek and around the angular jaw, leaving a trail of Black's own glistening sweat. The subtlest prickle of stubble scraped at his fingertips.
Low in Severus' stomach, tendrils of pleasure were creeping their way along his nerves. How odd to feel arousal building so quickly and powerfully under its own power, rather than slowly and grudgingly at the constant coaxing of his hand. For Severus, reaching orgasm was always a relief, but it took disciplined, skillful touches and vigilant mental focus. This feeling pulsing and blooming low in his belly, the slow, inexorable heat engorging his cock and balls and burning along the insides of his thighs, was something else entirely.
Black's breath turned steadily smoother. Finally his eyes fluttered delicately open, and immediately filled with ferocious, animal hatred. But he was weak, and his gaze was hazy and unfocussed. Severus felt a swell of smug triumph. He was filled with the same feeling of total confidence that possessed him when he was mixing a particularly complicated potion.
He bent until his mouth was close to Black's ear, making sure to keep the tip of his wand pressed against the tender spot under the boy's chin. Heat rolled off Black's body in waves. He could smell the warm, clean scent of Black's skin, overlaid with the sharp acrid smell of sweat. He imagined that he could smell Black's fear and relief, and perhaps the anticipation of surrender. A shudder moved through him.
"On your knees, Black," he whispered. His voice sounded harsh to his own ears, but also divinely, silkily confident. "Unless you want another taste of the Astrangulus curse." Black's eyes burned with loathing, but all he could manage was a breathy whine.
"I hope you do," Severus continued, "I could watch you like this all day."
Black managed a wheezing gasp that sounded like "...kill you." His hand swiped feebly at Severus wand, and missed by several inches.
"Astrangulo," Severus whispered again. Black arched, contorting more than Severus would have thought possible, eyes bulging, skin gleaming in the dim light, making pathetic clicking noises in his throat. Something in Severus seemed to contort too, a delicious tightening that was perfectly synchronized with Black's movements. He ran a hand quickly, gently down Black's flank, and trembled as a blinding wave of pleasure flashed through him.
Black's movements were becoming weaker, move convulsive. He obviously couldn't take much more of this.
"Finite incantatem."
Again, the whooping, high-pitched gasps. The coughing and shaking. The streaming, unconscious tears. Severus' free hand roved over Black's body, feeling the other boy's spasms, the shaky weakness of the lean, muscled body. He slid his hand into the gap where Black's robes had opened, sculpting his palm around the plans and curves, tracing the edge of the rib cage, pinching the rough little nipples, touching the base of Black's throat. Black was in no position to object.
Severus raised his hand to his lips and tasted salty fear on Black's sweat. Then he went straight for Black's crotch, rubbing at the bulge in his robes. He pushed the point of his wand savagely into Black's skin.
Then, a muffled sound of voices. Growing louder, coming closer to the corridor outside. Class must be getting out. The halls were filling with students.
Cursing, he stood up quickly. His erection bent painfully, and he winced.
"Looks like it's your lucky day," he said, backing out of the empty classroom, keeping his wand trained on the shaking figure sprawled on the floor. The fire in Black's eyes went beyond loathing, beyond disgust. There was murder in those eyes. Severus paused at the door, suddenly smiling.
"You want to kill me, don't you?" he said. His smile widened to a grin. "Darkness is in your blood, Black. You're no better than I am."