Idle Calculations
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/Firenze
Word Count: 6,025
Disclaimer: All the characters are Rowling's. All the smutty scenarios are mine.
Summary: Post-war. Cruelly punished by the Ministry for his war crimes, Severus Snape is not managing very well... until he meets someone else in the same boat.
Warnings: highlight between brackets if you prefer story warnings: [contains: copious amounts of pre-ejaculate and ejaculate, wanking, suicidal thoughts, frank discussion about sexuality, see pairing above?-- this fic contains fully consensual sex w/a sentient non-human, namely frottage, fingering, bottom!Snape, white-wash*
*white coat or white wash is a term in sex where the receptive partner is doused in semen.]
The choice was unpalatable, but Severus was used to that.
He chose quickly and without much thought.
One year later and the Headmistress had cause to wonder if he had not made a grave mistake.
Two years later and the entire staff was wondering.
Five years later, Severus woke from his usual weekend binge and wondered if he had not made a colossal mistake... after the Nausea-reduction charm had been cast and the Pepper-Up had settled, that is.
He had woken, as any relatively healthy Wizard at the young age of 55, with a morning erection that would not fade without assistance.
"Too bad," he told it. "I refuse."
He wore voluminous robes and nothing else, mainly because he doubted he could get either pants or trousers on in his condition. Despite the freedom of movement, he had to close his eyes and stifle a groan each time he sat, got up, or climbed the stairs. He used three wandless and non-verbal drying charms on his robes during his morning classes, and one during his evening ones, to rid them of a copious amount of natural lubrication.
A rather large number of students opted to skip his evening classes, having heard of his mood from the earlier ones at lunch. Professor Snape, they said, was fit to bite the head off a dragon and shove it up its arse. This was the highest warning alert on the Snape scale at Hogwarts and ignored only at a student's peril.
His final class of the day was completely empty.
~
"This has gone on long enough. You know I care for you, Severus; at least I hope you know that."
He said nothing, merely shifting uncomfortably in his seat by her desk and waiting to hear the words indicating his dismissal. Whatever else the Headmistress was saying was of little import to him.
"The students might as well not even bother taking Potions on Mondays or Fridays. Your weekend binges are becoming legendary. Severus... you need help."
She finished this with a firm nod at him. To her surprised pleasure, his expression grew relieved, but then to her puzzlement, he stood up and said, "Good evening, Headmistress."
Before he could step toward the door, she locked and warded it.
"Severus Snape!"
He whirled about, then winced, and his robes stuck fast in a very obvious place thanks to his last drying charm having faded. Minerva blinked, stared for a moment, then looked in his face in astonishment. He had it set in as blank a gaze as possible. Not one iota of expression showed, although there were two high spots of colour on his cheeks.
"Is that what this is all about? For Founder's sake, Severus. You're a grown man. You know what to do about that."
"I would thank you to stay out of my affairs; it's none of your business."
"Oh, but it is. The running of this school is my business! You have been drinking yourself to ruin. You terrorize the students more than you ever did. You don't even speak civilly to fellow staff. You barely speak civilly to me, although, I'm used to it. There were no students in your last class, Severus. Do you know where they were?"
"I haven't the foggiest and frankly, I don't care."
"They were in here. En masse. Requesting not to have to attend Potions classes on Mondays. Do you know why?"
"They are lazy and ignorant little sods."
"Because you take points if they breathe too loudly! You take points if they leaf through their books and it disturbs you. You take points if they sneeze or cough or try to speak to you in any way."
"I resent this. Never once in your years teaching did I disparage your teaching methods. Yet you see fit to judge me."
"I see fit to judge unreasonable behaviour from my staff, yes, absolutely. You clearly have a problem. You need to deal with it. Seek help if you can't. I thought it was drinking, but..." she waved toward his still well-outlined erection and shook her head, looking down at her desk. "Severus. You need help."
He sat, stone-faced and waited, seething, but she said nothing further.
"Is that all?"
"No."
She went around her desk and stood before him.
"Severus, you remain one of my oldest, dearest friends. I thought at the time of your release that the choice you had to make was unconscionable, but that if anyone could make the choice you made and live with it, you could. I was wrong. We can go to the Ministry. Tell them you changed your mind. It would be hard, at first, but you would be able to touch and be touched by other people again."
He stared straight ahead and said nothing.
"You would still be able to teach, you stubborn man. Even NEWT-level classes with a minimum of changes to the curriculum and the use of a teaching assistant."
He cleared his throat and continued staring straight ahead.
Minerva finally sighed and shook her head again.
"You must do what you see fit, but so must I. Unless there is a marked improvement in your behaviour by the holidays, I'll have no choice but to find a replacement teacher for Potions. Some of the NEWT level students have parents on the Board. I really have no choice. I hope you can see that, Severus."
"Is that all?"
She turned from him, waving her wand at the office door to unlock and unward it, and did not watch him leave.
She did not want him to see the tears rolling down her face.
~
Damn and blast the whole sodding, ignorant, bloody lot of them!
Severus swigged more scotch and scowled when he looked down.
Damn and blast, you, too, you sodding, ignorant bloody-minded prick.
Even alcohol no longer worked. Nothing worked.
He had not touched nor been touched by anyone since his release from jail. He had not had sex with anyone in fifteen years.
It had been his choice, of course. Remain whole, able to use magic, and have his wand examined on a weekly basis by the office of Magical Law Enforcement, but be unable to touch or be touched by anyone. Or, have his magic drained, his wand broken, and be free to do whatever he wished, a near-Squib, able to do only the most rudimentary, wandless spells.
He refused. He refused to be rendered less than what he was.
Still, if he didn't do anything, he had begun to seriously consider asking Poppy to castrate him... which would also render him less than what he was, so what was the bloody point? He had not felt the touch of another person in five years and he was going insane.
It wasn't just sex, either, although that was the most frustrating aspect. He was not able to shake hands with people, with parents he met. He was not able to accept the occasional warm squeeze to the shoulder that his colleagues used to give him, or the even rarer holiday hug. He could not help someone get up if they fell, except magically, of course. He could not hand someone anything directly. He most especially could not visit a brothel.
Well, no, he told a lie. He could, in fact, visit a brothel... if he notified the MLE, who would send an Auror, who would reverse the spell after he had paid for his services, then wait and recast the spell after he left. So, basically, he could have sex if he didn't mind the Ministry knowing about it each and every single time. It was dehumanizing and that, he figured, was their point. In the eyes of the Ministry, he, Severus Snape, was not a human being and did not deserve to be treated like one.
His bollocks began to throb in a painful fashion and he cursed his high libido and lifted his robes and got perhaps three strokes before issuing an agonized cry and several spurts of semen onto the carpet before his fireplace.
Still, it did not help. His erection remained, a sore and strained bit of flesh. His bollocks ached abominably. Of course, if he took care of his needs more often, it wouldn't get so drastic, but the mere fact that he could look forward to nothing but his own touch until he died was enough to make him lose interest in self-gratification. He was only 55. He had another hundred years of life to look forward to, and at least another 75 years of active libido; more, if he remained healthy.
He sat down now and wondered if casting a softening spell on a statue would enable him to-- or perhaps a golem? He had a fair amount of skill at making those during the war. He could even make it speak and react...
Snape suddenly groaned and put his head in his hands, and, for the first time in several years, wept.
~
Firenze, now the Astronomy Professor since Sinistra had retired, was in his office, compiling star charts with missing formations as study guides for his students when he heard the footsteps.
Since he'd taken over the position and could often be found on the tower, and since his hearing was acute and his office was near the tower stairs, far fewer students attempted to use the tower for romantic purposes.
Still, every once in a while, a fourth or fifth year couple got the bright idea to try it. He sighed, wishing humans were as prosaic about sexual matters as centaurs.
He knew the school rules, so he obeyed them, but he really could not see anything wrong with youth experimenting. How else would they learn what was best, what worked, what didn't, what orientation they had, and what, if any, problems they might have? Sexual problems were always best caught early and, when discussed with older, more knowledgeable people, could often be mitigated, even solved.
How else could a young couple learn if they were even compatible? It seemed fairly ridiculous, in his opinion, for a couple to marry and only then, for example, to discover that one partner enjoyed hard, rough sex and dirty talk and the other partner found hard, rough sex undignified and liked remaining quiet in bed. People did not automatically know their preferences, or even their orientation sometimes, without some experimentation.
If it were up to him, he would make sure all fourth years and up learned contraceptive spells and then simply cast a charm over the entire castle grounds that would freeze a perpetrator in place if he or she tried to force another into a sexual act they did not wish to engage in. That way, nothing untoward could happen.
It was not up to him, though, so when he heard the footsteps heading up the tower, he set aside his lesson plans with a sigh, and went out and up to investigate.
~
Severus had not been on the tower since that night. In the ten years he spent in prison, it had haunted his dreams. In the five years he'd been back, he avoided it. Now, it was the last place he would see.
Shivers ran up and down his spine as he stepped foot onto the tower and he had to stop and rub his arms. He told himself it was not what he was intending to do that was making him shiver.
He took out the bottle of Firewhisky he had brought with him and held it out in the general direction of the white stone memorial his old master lay entombed in.
"I'm bringing the bottle with me, Albus," he said now, suddenly feeling very convivial for the first time in ages. He was looking forward to seeing his old friend. "I've missed you, you daft old busybody. We... we've got a lot to catch up on..."
He hung his head for a moment as the tears caught up with him again. It was the most peculiar sensation and he was quite sure he was mad as a hatter now, but he was so looking forward to seeing Albus, yet he still felt the need to weep. This would never do. He didn't want Albus to see him like this.
Pull yourself together, you dithering twit.
He snorted and cleared his throat and wiped his eyes and smiled again, pulling the cork from the bottle.
"I know you won't mind if I take the first swig, Albus. There's plenty for us both."
He chugged down a healthy swallow and gasped as he felt the fire burning within. He took a step closer to the nearest embrasure.
"I hope there's enough for me, as well."
Snape froze, and then slowly turned. Firenze was standing at the top of the stairs.
He had not heard anything, so either the centaur was remarkably light of foot, or he had used magic to muffle his footfalls.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry. I thought I made it quite plain. Is there enough firewhisky for me to share, as well?"
Severus considered this, looking down at his bottle. He wondered just how much Firenze had heard.
He finally nodded and put the bottle down and took a step back.
"I'd hand it to you, but," he shrugged, referring to the common knowledge that he could not touch anyone.
"No matter. Thank you."
Firenze stepped up and bent low to pick up the bottle. He sniffed the contents for a moment, then took a prodigious swig, easily swallowing half without visible sign of effort or effect, other than a brief shrug and shake of the head.
"Excellent vintage."
Severus stared at him, then grew suspicious, and drew his wand, angry.
"Did you alert the Headmistress? Are you just trying to keep me here until she comes to the rescue?"
Firenze looked puzzled.
"Why on Earth or the Heavens would I alert the Headmistress? You aren't engaged in anything against school rules. You are a Professor here, the same as I, and, as such, the entire castle is at your disposal. Moreover, you don't seem in need of rescuing. Perhaps I am wrong in this last assessment, however."
"Why would you say that?"
"It was you who brought it up, and logic dictates you would not have said it, if you did not feel it was, in some way, a truth. Of course, there is the added factor of alcohol-ingestion involved, which adds an element of uncertainty."
Severus considered this, then admitted, "I don't trust you."
Firenze did not seem disturbed by this.
"In that case, might I suggest you step to the embrasure's edge, whilst I remain here. We will both wait for another ten minutes, which is the longest I determine the Headmistress would take to arrive if I had alerted her. If I spoke an untruth, you will still be able to do what you intended."
Snape swallowed.
"How do you know what I intended?"
Firenze sighed.
"Did you know that I could also teach Arithmancy?"
"I'm sure. You're quite skilled at everything. You could probably take over my position, as well."
"No, there you would be wrong. A wand is required for many potions and centaurs do not carry wands."
Severus considered this.
"Why not?"
"We don't see much point. We can do some wandless spells, of course, but by and large, most centaurs feel that one's best and truest weapon should be what lies between both ears. A sharp and well-educated mind will hold one in stronger stead than any wand or weapon."
Severus nodded, pleased and impressed.
"Yes. I concur."
"If you did, we would not be here, Severus Snape."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The choice you were given was unjust and you made it without complaint, which is laudable. However, the choice you made indicates just how you truly feel about being wandless."
Snape sneered. "My magic is not theirs to give nor take. I choose."
"Yes. Now you live with the consequences. Much as I do."
Severus frowned again.
"What do you mean?"
Firenze smiled. "Do you think you are the only one in this castle without recourse to a sexual partner? I have been teaching here eighteen years. I am proscribed the forest and others of my kind, due to my choice. I gave up the ability to have a family, to produce offspring, if I chose. I gave up all possibility of sexual congress with another of my species, condeming myself to self-gratification in perpetuity, in order to maintain my personal integrity and beliefs."
Snape grew angry now. "It's not the same at all! You can still touch others. They can touch you. No one can touch me!"
"I rather doubt that, although, you may, indeed, feel that way."
"What the devil are you talking about?"
Firenze suddenly stepped forward and held the bottle out to him. Severus automatically took a step back to avoid the painful proximity jolt he got whenever someone got too close. Firenze moved faster than he could, though, and took another step and put the bottle in Severus's hand.
He kept his own there and when Severus did not move, he put his other hand on Severus's shoulder.
Snape shuddered and he put his hand up to touch Firenze's arm. It remained in his grasp, very human in feeling, a sensation he had not felt in...
Firenze caught him easily when he swooned, dropping the bottle of Firewhisky to hold Severus beneath both arms. The man was shaking and gasping and Firenze waited until he seemed steady before carefully letting him go. Snape was still dazed, but now able to stand without assistance.
The centaur smiled gently as he took a step back.
"It depends, of course, on whether you believe I am a person or not. Clearly, the Ministry does not, and in fact, they hold that centaurs are sentient non-humans. So I do not count in the eyes of the spell they crafted. I consider myself a person. However, you may feel differently. If so, I apologize for any distress I may have caused by my actions."
He turned then and began to head back down the stairs.
~
He had just finished the star charts when there was a knock on his office door.
"Enter."
Snape stepped in. "May we speak?"
"I dare say."
He closed the door and came up to the table that served as Firenze's desk. He perched on a stool there.
"I would like to apologize for my behaviour on the tower. I accused you of lying and you did not. I'm sorry."
"Consider it forgotten."
"That is kind, but I do not forget my transgressions, however, that is not why I came. You did not answer my question."
"Which particular one?"
"How you knew what I intended. You brought up Arithmancy."
"Yes. When I first heard of the choice you were given, I happened to be doing some idle calculations. It is akin to the human fascination with crossword puzzles; an engaging and relaxing mental diversion."
"Go on."
"Well, based on my admittedly limited knowledge of human interaction, I did some calculations on how long it would take before certain actions occurred, said actions being your return to the Ministry to reverse your decision, your turning to alternate physical stimulus such as drink or mind-altering potions, your decision to take up with a non-sentient creature of a different species, your decision to take up with a sentient creature of a different species, your decision or attempt to castrate yourself, and your decision to terminate yourself."
Severus felt himself go cold.
"You honestly sat there and calculated how long it would take before I ... did any of those things?"
"As I said, they were idle calculations at the time. Your return to the Ministry I found to be statistically unlikely. Your turning to alternate physical stimulus I found to be a high probability. Your decision to take up with a non-sentient creature of a different species I found to be statistically unlikely. Your decision to take up with a sentient creature of a different species I found to be statistically possible, but with low probability. Your decision or attempt to castrate yourself was both highly statistically possible, with moderate probability. Your decision to terminate yourself was not only highly statistically possible, but also a high probability."
"And you did not think this information worthy of note?"
"To whom? I would not present such idle calculations to anyone, as they are the equivalent of what the students term doodling on their book margins or the aforementioned crossword. When you finish a crossword, do you show it to anyone?"
Severus conceded he had a point, but the entire subject disturbed him.
"I see."
"May I ask -- what is that troubles you about my calculations?"
Snape sighed.
"Perhaps it is just they are rather too spot on for my comfort."
"Ah. Well, I assure you, I did rather less idle calculations of my own before breaking ties with my clan. Many of the same issues arose."
Snape was silent for a long time, then he said quietly, "May I inquire what your own findings were?"
Firenze sighed now.
"It was a long time ago. I am accepted here. The issue of a mate was regrettable. The issue of off-spring was a moot one. I am grown accustomed to self-gratification, although I admit I do miss the touch of another for certain actions. I am more fortunate than you in that I may touch who I like, but aside from that, we are much in the same situation."
"Why is the issue of off-spring a moot one?"
Firenze smiled. "Because I am homosexual, Severus Snape."
Severus felt himself blushing fiercely and fought to keep from apologizing; Firenze was clearly not upset or angry.
Instead, he said, "You're right. We are in much the same situation."
The centaur nodded, still undisturbed, still smiling.
Severus swallowed.
"If I may ask--"
"My own decision to take up with a sentient creature of a different species I found to be statistically possible, but with low probability... except under certain conditions, unlikely at the time. Those conditions are considerably less unlikely now."
Snape's voice was dry. "Because of me."
Firenze nodded.
"What do you calculate the odds now -- for both of us?"
Firenze looked off in the distance for a moment, before looking back to him.
"I would say they are statistically high as a possibility and a near-certain probability, given certain factors."
"What factors?"
Firenze sighed again. "You will forgive my bluntness, but there is no other way to answer that without making inquiries that will require equal forthrightness in exchange."
"Go on."
"Do you prefer to penetrate or be penetrated?"
Snape blushed slightly.
"Either, actually."
Firenze nodded.
"Do you enjoy oral stimulation?"
Snape nodded.
"Giving or just receiving?"
"Either, actually."
"Would it upset you to only be able to do one and not the other?"
"It wouldn't seem very equitable, but if my partner had a fixed preference, I'd be glad to work around that. Perhaps there would be other areas where my own fixed preference might be excused."
"Just so." Firenze smiled. "Do you enjoy facing your partner during sex?"
"It doesn't really matter. I would hate to think I could never face them, but if they preferred other forms of contact, I can be as obliging as the next fellow." Snape swallowed, feeling his mouth go drier still. His erection was now sheer agony.
"Does non-genital penetration, such as digital or object penetration disturb you?"
"No, so long as it's mutually desired and plenty of care and/or preparation is used."
"Do you insist on formality in the bedroom or are you relaxed?"
"Somewhere in between I'd say. Formality seems odd if a couple have been together for awhile, but at first, a little formality can be a very good thing."
"What is your opinion about diminutives or pet names among lovers?"
Snape scowled. "Nothing is less sexually stimulating to me."
"Would you describe yourself as vocal during sex?"
"Well, I don't scream, but a few sounds, a few words might slip out. I do like to hear something from my partner that indicates whether the experience is satisfactory or not, as well. Frankly, if I am deeply involved, I have no idea what I say. I recall at least once I found myself reciting potions ingredients in order not to finish too quickly."
"What is your opinion of copious semen?"
"That it sometimes cannot be helped."
"Would being with a partner that is larger than you in every way be disturbing?"
"I've had partners that are about your build."
"Have you ever had a partner with a penis as thick as, and a little longer than, your forearm?"
Snape swallowed. "No, although that does sound rather intimidating from the standpoint of possible penetration."
Firenze chuckled. "There are spells."
"True."
"This is the last question: How often do you prefer to have sex?"
Snape released a shaky sigh. "As often as I can, which is not nearly as often as I am able."
Firenze smiled now, placing a warm hand on Snape's arm.
"Would you like to have sex right now?"
"More than anything."
~
"I think that for the first time, this is preferable. We can work up to other things."
Severus concurred, but then he was so randy he could scarcely see straight.
Firenze was straddled over the bed in his quarters, small bottle of oil by his side. He did not sleep in the bed, but it came with the room and he had kept it, just for such a potentiality. It was extremely heavy and made of massive oak timbres. The elves changed the sheets periodically, but it had not been used in some time.
Now his massive and erect cock was stretched out, pressed against the mattress and his front legs were supporting his weight, his rear legs bunched and ready.
Severus was naked and painfully aroused, waiting to hear what he was expected to do.
"I forgot to ask you one other thing," Firenze admitted now. "Do you like kissing first?"
"First, during, after, whenever."
"Come here, Severus Snape."
"Please. Just Severus."
"Of course."
When he was in range, Firenze pulled him closer and, without preamble, began to kiss him.
Severus gasped and put his arms around the centaur and nearly wept at the wonderful sensation of having arms wrap around him and hold him close. Then Firenze gently slid his tongue along his lips, and he opened his mouth and he was kissing, and trying not to rut against that heavily muscled torso, at least until Firenze pulled him in closer by the buttocks and he began to thrust with a moan of pleasure.
Suddenly he felt himself lifted and his feet left the ground, but he was being supported under his buttocks and around his back and he ignored the oddness and wrapped his legs around Firenze's torso and concentrated on the other sensations. Like that wonderfully firm band of muscle his cock was grinding against. It was just where Firenze's palomino coat began, where exquisitely soft skin covered heavy muscle.
Firenze was gently rocking them back and forth and Severus realized the centaur was rubbing himself, his hard cock, against the bed as he was kissing Severus.
It must be, he thought, a very peculiar form of lovemaking to a centaur. He knew they did not mate face to face.
The thought that Firenze was capitulating this first time, to his own pleasure, made him nearly lose control and he began to grind harder against his newfound lover. The hand behind his back slid away and he hung on to those strong shoulders, rutting now with a fierce joy, gently biting and sucking on Firenze's neck. Then a warm, large and careful finger slipped between his arse cheeks, throwing him momentarily off stride.
"Firenze."
"I will be gentle, Severus."
That finger, he realized was well-oiled, and it slid over his entrance a few times, stimulating the nerves there and making him swoon.
"Yes. Please," he found himself gasping into that smiling and generous mouth which kissed him back.
That finger slowly and ever so carefully breached him, sliding in easily, sliding over his long-ignored prostate, and Severus tore free from the centaur's mouth to cry out and began to forcefully ejaculate between them.
He was held closely, still off the ground. His neck was nuzzled as he continued to tremble through the many aftershocks of orgasm and suddenly Firenze groaned and held him tightly and every muscle tensed, and he watched that noble face grimace. He could hear the bursts of semen hitting the bed and the thought of it made him jerk and a bit more of his own trickled out.
Soon they were both catching their breath.
Firenze sounded a bit unsteady when he finally spoke.
"That was eminently satisfactory."
"Indeed."
"You are far less shy than I had imagined, Severus."
"You're one up on me, no pun intended," he said with a blush Firenze found delightful. "I've never imagined, I'm afraid."
"Well, we will doubtless be ready again after a few moments. What would you care to try next?"
"I know centaurs do not mate face to face. You allowed me the familiar. I should like to provide you with a similar experience."
Firenze nodded and slowly, carefully, removed that distracting finger and set Severus down.
"Then I would ask you to please use your wand and do one of those cleansing spells. My semen is likely to soak through the bedding and into the mattress."
~
The next time was much like the last, except that Severus was astride Firenze, pressed full torso to his muscular back. His arms held that powerful torso, fingers reaching round to tease what Firenze assured him were highly sensitive nipples, and his mouth latching on to that equally sensitive neck, where he nibbled and sucked, then licked as his partner gasped. Firenze was grasping Severus's legs just above the knees, as if urging him closer.
Once again, Firenze rocked, thrusting his huge, heavy cock against the mattress as Severus provided him the most delicious of sensations whilst grinding his own cock against that powerful back.
When he began to lick at his ear, Firenze cried out and ejaculated. The convulsive gyrations of his torso also brought about Severus's climax, not as plentiful as his first, but even more powerful in intensity as he could easily feel just how exciting Firenze had found their interaction.
He did not let Firenze go, but stayed holding him, feeling particularly close. He had never felt this way toward any of his previous sex partners.
"I've never felt like this before," he admitted now, still resting against and holding Firenze. He had not held anyone since before the war, when he was still working at Hogwarts. "So close. So completely at ease."
The centaur crossed his own brawny arms over Severus's, enjoying the closeness. He had not held anyone since he started working at Hogwarts.
"I am flattered, in that case."
Severus chuckled, then sobered.
"You aren't just doing this because of what happened earlier on the tower?"
"Just to keep you from following through on a decision that is entirely yours to make? Why would I? That would be inappropriate, not to mention unethical."
"Some would say that to allow me to follow through would be unethical."
"Some would also say that I am not a person, that I am an animal."
"They better not say so to me."
"Feeling possessive already?"
Severus sighed, smiling.
"Perhaps I should have warned you, but I am a very possessive lover. Territorial and jealous."
"You've no one to be jealous about. Not now or ever. I am, by nature, a monogamous being."
"I notice you don't say anything about the territoriality or the possessiveness."
"After so many years of enforced celibacy, my dear Severus, simply being held, being coveted, and being considered to be someone worth fighting for, is highly agreeable."
Severus considered this and put his head down on Firenze's shoulder.
"Good."
"I, too, am rather possessive."
"But not jealous or territorial."
"Possibly, but it would be moot in this situation. You cannot touch anyone else, nor can they touch you."
He said nothing and Firenze added, "I hope you know that you are coveted, that I do consider you someone worth fighting for, if fighting is required."
Severus said nothing, merely held him a little tighter and Firenze smiled and sighed with satisfaction.
~
They spent that weekend together, learning what worked and did not work for them in the sexual arena.
To Firenze's delight, Severus was more than willing to try being penetrated. They used a potion and a spell. The potion rendered him one-eighth of his normal weight since 125 stone could crush even a burly man. The spell reduced his penis to an eight inch model that looked very human. Both potion and spell would only last two hours.
"I'm afraid I cannot gauge exactly where I am in relation to your opening, so you will have to position me."
Severus tried to nod his agreement, but as Firenze was preparing him; two oiled fingers sliding in and out of his arse, all he managed was a "Gnh!" of sound and a spastic sort of head twitch.
Soon Firenze turned Severus over, placing his hips and hugely swollen cock over a firmly cushioned pillow, and carefully began to straddle him. He felt those long fingers grasp him and fought not to thrust.
"Move back."
He complied and felt his penis, which felt completely normal to him, at a slippery opening. Severus pushed the head in and Firenze shoved forward helplessly. He froze at the outcry and waited.
"Did I damage you?"
"Great Merlin, no. Please start moving."
Firenze took him at his words and smiled at the groans spilling from Severus's lips as they copulated. He wished he could see his partner or feel him against his back, but despite the lack, he did not feel disappointed.
Much later, when he began to ejaculate, he found himself sliding out of Severus, and still thrusting against his buttocks and back. Since the volume of semen was the same, regardless of the size of his organ, Firenze experienced an orgasm that lasted several minutes and left them both very dazed and content.
Despite its drawbacks and the need for careful preparation, this became one of their favourite acts. Firenze enjoyed what seemed like a neverending climax, something he'd never experienced before. Severus, excited beyond belief at the sensations, never had to confess his predilection for being white-washed, as he found it a bit embarrassing.
When Severus eventually used Engorgio on himself and penetrated a very receptive Firenze, it was less experimentation, and more the cementing of what would become a lifelong and very devoted relationship.
~
Kingsley Shacklebolt eyed Severus Snape.
There was something different about him. He stood at ease, not scowling, not impatient, not even resentful. He had handed over his wand without a single facial twitch and then waited whilst it was checked.
"This wand shows no spells other than seventeen instances of Scourgify, four re-sizing spells, four instances of Aquamenti, a handful of Nox and Lumos spells and two Potions related incantations."
"Then I am free to go?"
"Seventeen Scourgify's? Since last Friday?"
Severus smiled rather dreamily. "Yes. Isn't it a wonderful spell?"
Kingsley frowned and checked off the wand, handing it back to Severus.
His lips pursed as he watched the ex-Death Eater leave. He was even walking with a spring in his step, as if he had not a worry in the world.
Kingsley shook his head and shrugged, feeling bad for Snape's situation, but unable to do anything. He'd expected it sooner, but it had finally happened. Severus Snape had gone round the twist.
Total celibacy, especially forced celibacy, could do that to a person.
~ FIN ~
Written 22 Dec 2006. Posted: 23 Dec 2006