As Dangerous As Dragons
by
Rating: NC-17, check warnings if you need to know more details than simply "explicit sexual content" is present in this fic.
Pairing: Snape/Charlie Weasley
Word Count: 1,763
Disclaimer: All the characters are Rowling's. All the smutty scenarios are mine.
Summary: In the penultimate moment of the final battle, a certain rugged dragon rider carries away a battling Potions Master... why?
Warnings: highlight between brackets if you prefer story warnings: [contains: magic-induced climax, humiliation]
"Let go of me!"
"Stop wiggling or I'll drop you."
It was all that was heard for a long time, aside from harsh breathing... and the heavy beating sound of large, leathery wings that carried them both from the final battle.
~
"Damn you to hell's most bottomless pit! You imbecile!" Snape could barely speak, he was so angry.
He did not wave his wand or otherwise threaten Weasley overtly though, as the man was currently vanishing the harness off the young Swedish Short Snout he'd been riding. The dragon was eyeing him with uncertainty.
"Well, gee, usually most people say 'thanks' when they've been rescued, but I guess if we all did the same thing it would be boring, now, wouldn't it?" Charlie sighed, finally finishing his task. Then rubbing his face against the side of the dragon for a moment, he suddenly slapped it surprisingly hard on the withers.
The dragon instantly took flight and headed north, soon nothing but a tiny speck of indistinctness in the sky.
Snape glared at the cheerful redhead.
"You stupid, reckless, feckless, thoughtless idiot!"
"Whoa, that's enough praise."
Snape snarled and finally turned and literally screamed his rage over the cliff they had landed on.
The lonely seaside rocks below dutifully echoed the sound back, but otherwise nothing else happened.
Charlie frowned. Was Snape unhinged?
Then, to his stunned surprise the man crumpled, wand falling to his side, knees folding and he sat with head in hands on the ground, rocking himself.
"It figures. It figures. It bloody well figures," could be heard in a surprisingly thick Yorkshire dialect, but still in that deep, still somehow vibrant voice.
Charlie sighed and crouched in front of him.
"What's got you so perturbed?"
Black eyes glared at him from behind sweat-slicked strands of hair. Charlie frowned at the dark smudge on one cheek and the blood dripping down it from above.
"Hold still."
He touched the tip of his wand to the angry looking slice along his temple.
"Sanare!"
The wound closed up and the bruise on his cheek began to fade. Snape looked, if anything, even more pissed.
"Must you?" he said waspishly.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Fine. Maybe I should just let you die of whatever curses you were hit with."
"That would be the smart thing to do."
"All right, I've had enough. What did I do that was so wrong and why are you so aggro?"
Snape seethed. He was still breathing heavily, but Charlie waited and after a moment, he spoke in his normal, low voice, but in a clipped fashion.
"I owed Potter a life debt. You kept me from paying it. And now I owe yet another bloody life debt. To you."
Charlie considered this, and then shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. Forget the debt. Besides, I owed Harry."
Snape frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, Harry said you might try something like that and he figured he owes you. You saved his life first year, fifth year, and that last year, he reckons. He told the Order you kept the other Death Eaters from taking him and didn't kill him even though you had plenty of opportunity, and from what I can gather of his comments, plenty of provocation."
Snape's frown grew. "I... he was enraged. I saw it in his mind. When did he--"
"Realize you were on our side? Oh, it took some time and a fair bit of doing, but Hermione and Kingsley and some of the rest of us all took turns this last year knocking some sense into his head."
Severus considered this, then drew in a breath and released it, gustily. After a moment, he looked back to Charlie.
"What did you owe, Potter? A life debt, as well?"
"Nah. He talked to a basilisk for me over in Bucharest."
"That's hardly equivalent to a life debt," he said now, looking doubtful.
Charlie stood up. "Have you ever tried talking to a love struck basilisk and getting her to stop trying to mate with a randy adolescent dragon? We had nearly a dozen petrified bucks and not a few handlers before Harry came in and talked to her."
Snape considered this and finally decided to shelve the discussion.
"It must be over by now."
"Probably. Nothing left but the clean up. Which reminds me, you should really take your clothes off."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I saw you take at least four curses. Thanks to Bill, I've a fair amount of skill at healing those, but--"
Snape began to get up. "That's quite all right. I'm sure I'll be fine."
The last thing he wanted to do was undress, particularly before this well-muscled, handsome young man.
Charlie shook his head. "I'm afraid your health and well-being is in my hands. I can't let you go until I get word and I'm not expecting that for at least a day. You know, as well as I, that curse damage shouldn't be left alone that long. Neither of us can apparate from here; something about these rocks prohibits it, which is why there aren't any Wizards living hereabouts. So you can either start walking - it's about 14 miles to the nearest town. Or you can climb down these rocks and start swimming - it's 20 miles to the nearest seaside village."
Severus considered this, and then drew back as Charlie pointed his wand at him.
"I could just use a divestio, but I figure you'll be sensible and just let me see to any spell-damage you may have. It's the sensible thing to do."
He hesitated some more, but Charlie sighed and pulled his own shirt off, revealing a rippling physique and a powerful chest, dusted with golden red hair. It made Snape's mouth go dry.
"We can both be naked if you like, but honestly, I really should treat those curses."
~
"Yeah, your spine got hit with absumsi."
Severus held onto the tree trunk and tried not to make a sound as the energy from Charlie's various healing charms or curse-breaking spells worked their magic.
This particular one sent tingles racing all along his entire body, making his hair stand on end and, all too soon, something else was standing on end, as well. It was one of the side effects of spell damage reversal, he knew, although it did not ease his discomfiture.
"Don't move. It's attached to your lumbar region."
Snape gave up and groaned, as the tingling grew stronger and warmer and focused on his lower back and pelvis. His cock was aching and pulsing with each wave of tingling energy that flickered around him. The energy raced along his erection, and licked at his bollocks, making him bite his lip and fight to keep from coming.
For his part, Charlie was doing his best to concentrate on the job. Severus Snape had an amazing body, or at least amazing to Charlie. Opposites did, indeed, attract, for Charlie was more than just intrigued at the pale, mostly unmarked skin and light-boned frame. In comparison with his own sturdy, muscled, heavily tanned hide, Snape looked like fine porcelain.
Well, not entirely opposites, Charlie sighed now as he worked on freeing the stubbornly entrenched curse from Snape's lower spine. It might have been better if Snape was a woman. That way, at least, he could have worked on her without fighting his own reaction.
He tried to ignore his enormous erection and focused on removing the curse.
"Recedere!" he cried now and finally sighed with satisfaction as the thick, mottled green energy sizzled out from Snape's spine, making him snap his hips, and then dissipated into the air.
Snape continued to jerk, though, holding onto the tree and groaning.
Charlie hurried to him, concerned.
"Severus?"
As he neared, he abruptly realized that Snape was ejaculating.
Sweet Merlin...
"I'm so sorry, Severus," he said now, softly, meaning every word. "I didn't think about it having a counter effect on the opposite side. I truly am sorry."
Snape held the tree with a white-knuckled grip and said nothing, fighting to catch his breath.
"Well, shite."
Charlie turned away and walked to the edge of the cliff to give the man some privacy. He felt horrid and he could only imagine what Severus must be feeling.
"You stupid, stupid, stupid berk," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
Some moments later, the sound of a throat clearing made him turn to find Severus standing there with his robes back on, looking a trifle... diffident.
"I, uh, appreciate your taking care of the curses, Mr. Weasley."
"Charlie, please. And I'm feeling six kinds of fool for putting you through that. I'm so sorry." He sighed. "I guess Mum is right and I do forget how to deal with people after dealing with nothing but dragons for months on end."
Snape grew pink, looking him only in the eyes as he said, "I'm given to understand that happens sometimes. It's an aspect of healing magic that can't be helped."
Charlie smiled wanly, then said, "Yeah, but... now I'll never stand a chance."
Severus frowned. "A chance?"
Charlie Weasley proved his placement in Gryffindor was spot on as he took a step closer to Severus, and admitted, "A chance with you. You're a very interesting man, Severus."
Snape looked nonplussed. "Me?"
Charlie smiled. "Yes, you. I've thought of you since sixth year. You're as dangerous as one of my dragons."
He considered this, and then Charlie took another step, completely comfortable with and ignoring his own nudity, to move closer. Then a warm, scarred, heavily calloused hand reached out to touch that pale cheek and Snape swallowed.
"But you're far more attractive."
Snape's expression did not change and Charlie sighed, dropping his hand.
"Why do you think I volunteered to do this?"
"You volunteered?"
Charlie nodded, but that expression did not change. He was hopeful, however, since there was no anger, merely reflection as Severus weighed matters in that steel-trap mind Charlie also greatly admired. Part of his consideration, he noted now with amusement, was a brief and appreciative glance down his body, before those black eyes looked back into his own soft brown ones.
"It's possible, Charlie, that you might just get your chance. If you truly wish it."
The smile that lit Charlie's face was resplendent, and as the sturdy young man tilted his head and leaned in to kiss him, Severus spared a thought to consider he might just owe Potter again, but this was one debt that wasn't going to be onerous to carry.
~ FIN ~
Posted: 8 Dec 2006