The Tale of Two Enemies

Chapter 16

Harry felt Snape's fingers tighten around his wrists, the older man's hot breath danced down his neck like hot wax. The pounding in his chest seemed to grow ever stronger, as though his heart had suddenly grown a mind of its own.

"But then," Harry began, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to clear his scrambled mind.

"But then what?" The corners of Snape's lips seemed to contort until they had formed an amused smirk. His deep silky drawl traversed through Harry's very skin, creating goosebumps in its wake.

"W-what am I supposed to do about it?"

"That's up to you Mr Potter."

Harry squinted as though he were struggling to solve the hardest math equation posed to him.

"What do you mean?" Harry felt his body shudder as he seemed to longer able to ignore the tension growing between his legs.

"Do you intend to continue resisting these feelings?" Snape whispered, his lips mere inches from Harry's.

"Or do you perhaps wish to, shall we say, indulge yourself?"

Harry's eyes widened in apparent shock.

What exactly was Snape asking of him?

He winced, though this time it had less to do with Snape's words and more to do with his own lack of resistance.

"Indulge." The younger whispered, the words escaping his lips as though of their own accord. Harry's eyes widened, apparently surprised at his own words as he eyed the professor dubiously. Had he given the answer Snape had been hoping for?

"Just as I suspected." The Professor smirked before jerking Harry towards the front of the empty classroom. Harry's eyes darted to the nearest window, a slither of moonlight illuminated glass jars half-filled with assorted potion's ingredients in the otherwise dark classroom.

The breath was forced from Harry's lungs as he suddenly felt the solid edge of Snape's desk hard against his back.

"W-wait." Harry whimpered as his eyes instinctively darted for the door.

Snape didn't need to ask to know what the boy was concerned about as he raised his wand and aimed it for the door. With a flick of his wand, the lock on the door instantly clicked shut.

He was in for the long haul now and he knew it. A strange animal seemed to claw at him from the inside, consuming his mind, his heart before finally devouring his soul.

What was wrong with him?

When had he become like this?

"Are you sure about this Potter?" Snape's hot breath lashed his shaking neck as the boy clutched almost desperately to the desk under him.

Harry quivered, failing to deliver any words to his lips as the professor's fingers slid from encompassing his wrists only to encircle his waist. Though he soon realised that sensation was nothing compared to the feeling of Snape's groin thrust against his own.

Harry felt as though his legs would give out from underneath him. He no longer felt able to stand as Snape's fingers slid under his robes before sinking into his supple flesh.

It seemed as though any inkling to resist faded with every breath inhaled into his hungry lungs.

"Yes." He whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as a sense of lust seemed to consume his body. He felt as though the room were spinning inside his head, suddenly the tables had been turned.

Perhaps it was his turn to become the seducer instead of the seduced?

A strange compulsion gripped Harry as he suddenly tore at his robes, succumbing to the overwhelming desire to be entirely naked in front of the man before. He wanted the professor to run his eyes over every inch of his bare skin. He wanted to feel his hungry gaze consume him until his appetite had been thoroughly quenched.

"What are you doing?" Snape's eyes suddenly narrowed as though Harry was not following the narrative he had derived in his head.

"What do you think?" The younger wizard huffed for breath as he pulled his robes off before allowing them to fall to the floor.

Snape stalled; his jaw open as he seemed to struggle to piece together exactly what was taking place before him.

Harry's breathing shallowed as he fumbled to remove what remained of his clothing. He leaned back on Snape's desk, being careful to ensure his legs were parted at a deliberately unsavoury angle. There was certainly no way the professor would be able to miss an inch of him from this vantage point.

A twisted smile danced across Harry's lips as he eyed the professor carefully, as though waiting to read every split second of the man's reaction.

He didn't want to miss a thing.

"Mr Potter," Snape began, though he seemed unable to summon the appropriate words as his eyes shamelessly ran over the naked flesh before him.

"Severus." Harry whispered through sultry lips, his eyelids appearing heavy as he spoke aloud the professor's first name for what felt like the first time in his young life.

Snape's eyes darted straight to Harry's, as though he were ready to respond to the boy's every beck and call.

"You know I'm getting rather cold." Harry tilted his head slightly to the side as he slid his hand down his inner thigh before grasping his own cock in a rather suggestive fashion.

Snape's teeth ground against each other as a strange hunger seemed to devour him from within.

"Maybe you could warm me up." Harry winked suggestively, running his tongue slowly along his lower lip.

It was an offer Snape seemed incapable of refusing as he suddenly felt his knees collide with the hard floor of the classroom. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to take into his mouth the cock presented to him.

Harry knew he had lost control of himself and it seemed Snape had too. He had never behaved remotely like this before in his life and if he was able to seize control of his own mind for even just a moment, then he might just ask himself why.

Why was he doing this?

Where did he even learn to behave like this?