The School and the Sociopath {Revised Edition} ~teen!potter!lock~

Chapter 10: My Hormonal Dreams Come True

A/N: As I'm sure you can tell from the title, here comes the smut. I'm afraid, however, that things are far from resolved. Something other than sex /will/ happen, so if you don't want to read about such things but still are interested in following the storyline, just scroll until you come to a bunch of "~". After that, there won't be anything too explicit. ~Kate

"Sherlock..." John breathed, as I pulled his robes up and off him. I buried my face in his warm, muscular chest as one hand slipped down to unbutton his trousers.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure... I mean, are you sure you want to-" John stopped when I looked up at him. He was blushing adorably. I decided I liked that look on him: but I looked forward to what he would look like when I had finished with him. I firmly planted a warm kiss to his lips.

"Does it look like I want to?" I grinned, and pulled off his trousers entirely. I raised my eyebrows at the shocking color of his pants. "You actually /do/ wear red pants."

"I thought you already knew," John asked, bewildered. I stared down at the red pants with wide eyes (and also at the formidable hardness they were hiding, but that's beside the point).

"It was more of a hope than a know," I admitted. I lowered my face to kiss the pants gently, and from that angle, was rewarded by a beautiful view of John's body. Damn, he was attractive. I could only hope he thought of me in the same way. It seemed that, when it came to John, I had quite a lot of trouble reading and deducing a person. Especially when I had him in such a position.

I slowly pulled his pants down, and gasped at what appeared. That was no boyhood, I decided; that was manhood. But actually, looking over at John's sweaty, red, anxious face and dilated pupils, I think it a better word would be lust.

Staring at him, waiting for reaction, I slowly licked his member from base to tip. He shivered and bit back a moan as I fit the tip into my mouth. I began to swirl my tongue along it, and blushed in victory when a sound escaped him. I took more in, went faster. He stared down at me, panting, and watched. Our eyes didn't leave each others' as I continued. Suddenly, his back arched and he breathed my name. Then his strong arms pushed me off him and I was on my back, beneath him. I stared up at John in shock, and he smirked.

"If you had kept going, you would have dominated me in a second," he said in a voice more seductive than I ever imagined could come from him. I felt him push up my robes and pull off my trousers, then my pants. The entire time, his lips never left mine, his tongue mingling with my own and ravishing my mouth. This wasn't going as planned: but then, this way was just as good, if not better.

A startled moan escaped me when I felt his finger tease the rim of my hole. Then his tongue moved from mine, and up inside of me.

"J-John?" I gasped, though with much difficulty as waves of pleasure flowed through me and threatened to hinder even my train of simple, lust-filled thoughts.

"I don't have any lube, so I'll have to stretch you," John answered, and returned to work. I was about to say something about transfiguring a bottle, but I remembered that John was terrible at transfiguration (as well as most subjects except for Cures for Magical Maladies) and that I was in no position to do any heavy concentration at the moment, myself. I nodded (as best I could) and moaned as John's tongue flicked in and out of me. He pulled away soon, and swished his wand at the open window.

"Accio." A condom came flying in, and put itself on him. Magic condoms were very handy in times of need. That's what it said on the package, and it was rumored that even the great Dumbledore agreed. I wish I could have met him; he seemed

But then John's "lust", as I had called it, was at my entrance. I spread my legs obscenely wide for him, and let him place them over his muscular shoulders. He pressed a jagged kiss to the tender inside of my thigh before plunging into me. At first, it burned, but then I felt him against my prostate and I was practically drowning in pleasure. He thrust deeper,harder, faster, his fist wrapped firmly around my own "lust". We were both near the edge.

"Sherlock-" John cried. Then I felt the orgasm shudder through him, and he pulled out of me, the condom disposing of itself somehow. I didn't feel like trying to remember what exactly it did, mostly because John was still pumping me vigourously. In a second, I too spent, and he caught it with his hand. Cleaning that off with a flick of his wand. He turned to lay beside me. I wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. For some reason, he insisted on holding my face in his hands and staring into my eyes. I didn't really mind. When I was pretty sure he had finished, I moved nearer and rested his head on my shoulder. I pressed a gentle kiss into his straight blonde hair and we lay like that, against a classroom wall, until the morning.

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Someone hung in the air near an open window, by some magic spell. The window was that of an empty classroom, hardly ever occupied and obviously not at this time because classes had ended ages ago. There were, for some strange reason, two male students occupying the classroom. The someone knew they were there, and why. He produced a magic camera from a pocket in his robes and snapped a picture of something. He smirked.

"Gotcha."

And then he was gone, the two boys still oblivious his presence had ever existed.

Or that it would lead to less than favorable situations.