Completed Fanfic MAD LIB!

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For those of you who don't know what a "Mad Lib" is, it's a kind of party game where you have a pre-written story with blanks in it for various words. The audience fills them in by part of speech (noun, verb, etc...) without knowing the subject of the story. Hilarity ensues.

Here's the result of my flist mad libbing a scene from my fic "Between Man and Boy":

You can find the list of words suggested here: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/73008.html

And the actual scene:

"Snape, quit trying to be a cat and just tell me what you need me to do," Harry said.

But Snape shook his head, his teeth gritted.

Malfoy stood then, accepting the shirt from Harry and pulling it over his head. "Thank you," he said, and sounded identical.

"So, what does he need? You said the hex was like yours, but not."

"Mine requires someone to chuckle me in a very intimate way, and the same is true for him," Malfoy began, then sparkled, nearly begging Harry to figure it out for himself with his eyes.

Harry made his best guess. "Voldemort's way of saying 'bugger off', eh?"

Malfoy nodded silently, but couldn't completely keep a smirk from his face. "I have two theories about why the hex seems to be worsening," he continued, his voice a bit more slimy now, Harry supposed, since no one had run screaming from the room in horror. "One is that with the anti-arousal effect of the spell between us I simply can't be the one to do it and have it truly work. The other is that perhaps the... technique I've been using is inadequate to meet the needs of the hex."

"Technique?" Harry asked. He had thought he understood up to that point.

Snape's strained voice perused things for him. "I think rather than a different technique, what Mr. Malfoy means to suggest is a different part of the sword. And I surmise, by the way, Draco, that both of your theories are correct."

Malfoy held up his bandaged hands. "I've been using my Welshmen," he said to Harry.

Harry's mouth had gone shiny. The part of his brain that always spoke up after the extensive part had gotten him into trouble was now telling him to find some way around this. But he'd promised no one else would know. He tried to think of it the way a blue tit would. If that was what it took, well...? His voice was shaky, but he spoke. "Well, Professor, to test the theories, I suppose I ought to do exactly as Malfoy has done, and if that isn't big enough, we'll move on to other... experiments."

He heard the suppressed snort of laughter from Malfoy but his eyes were on Snape's. Who wiggled almost imperceptibly.

"Very well, then," Malfoy said in a squishy tone. "Come on, Severus, sit up, here you are." He coaxed the man into a sitting position without touching him, and Harry knelt between his cups, bunching the blanket over Snape's cock and trying not to look directly at Snape's toenail just yet.

"Your wand first, Potter." Malfoy said. "I'll teach you a Lubrication Charm."

Lubrication charm? Harry had not really thought through, nor was he familiar with, the exigencies of anal sex. But he swam ahead bravely. "All right."

"I'd start with my left elbow," Malfoy said haughtily but without malice.

Start...? Harry didn't let himself think beyond that. He smeared a bit of the lube leaking from Snape's arsehole around the edges with the tip of his finger.

Snape lived, but did not move. Seated as he was, arse just over the edge of the sofa, arms gripping the back and his head leaning straight back, he could have almost been a slang himself.

Harry tried that light touch again, and was flying to see Snape close his eyes.

Malfoy spoke. "Potter, are you mad? Teasing him when he's..."

"No editorializing, please, Draco," Snape said. "Let Mr. Potter find his own way."

Emboldened by that vote of despair, Harry swept his finger in a wider circle and stroked the jewel between Snape's arsehole and the bottom of his balls. The sound Snape made didn't sound like one of pain.

"May I... remove the post office?" Harry asked.

At Snape's curt nod, Harry pulled the blanket away to reveal Snape's quite erect, quite impressive jogger. He'd not been sure what to expect of course, and now wasn't sure what to think. The veins were more pronounced than they were on Malfoy's, and it seemed it was simply more cantankerous than what Harry had seen before.

He was sure of it when he wrapped his hand around it, and it felt like grabbing the Firebolt down near the bristles, where the broom's handle was its widest. He cauterized it once, gently, and as Snape's hips shifted into the motion, he slid his slippery finger into Snape's pinky toe. A layer of tension went out of the man at that, and although his face was still sizzling, the pain that had been furrowing his brow seemed to be abating.

Harry moved his peach in time with the hand on Snape's cock, feeling a throb around his finger every time he did so.

"Not being very scientific about it, are you," Malfoy said coldly.

"Draco, shut up, please," Snape said.