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Part One: Potions Text
LJ: http://community.livejournal.com/snape100/886125.html
IJ: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snape100/130797.html
Part Two: Punishment, Mr. Malfoy
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/106339.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/32611.html
Part Three: Fools Rush In
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/107793.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/33912.html
Part Four: While He Was Sleeping
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/108447.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/34534.html
PART FIVE:
Title: The Upper Hand
Length: 100 words
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Rating: NC-17
His cock wakes first, rising early.
He wears only a shirt, exposing the eagerness of his flesh. My hand on his hip prevents him hiding when his eyes open to meet mine. I must reward his loyalty, yet trammel his childish lust.
"You were so eager to show this to me," I say, trailing fingertips up his shaft. "Has that changed?"
So soft. "No..."
So hard. "I never asked for this."
Like silk. "I thought you understood..."
Like steel. "You forced my hand."
He has the good grace to blush. Wrung by my inexorable stroke, he comes silently this time.
LJ: http://community.livejournal.com/snape100/886125.html
IJ: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snape100/130797.html
Part Two: Punishment, Mr. Malfoy
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/106339.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/32611.html
Part Three: Fools Rush In
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/107793.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/33912.html
Part Four: While He Was Sleeping
LJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.livejournal.com/108447.html
IJ: http://ravenna-c-tan.insanejournal.com/34534.html
PART FIVE:
Title: The Upper Hand
Length: 100 words
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Rating: NC-17
His cock wakes first, rising early.
He wears only a shirt, exposing the eagerness of his flesh. My hand on his hip prevents him hiding when his eyes open to meet mine. I must reward his loyalty, yet trammel his childish lust.
"You were so eager to show this to me," I say, trailing fingertips up his shaft. "Has that changed?"
So soft. "No..."
So hard. "I never asked for this."
Like silk. "I thought you understood..."
Like steel. "You forced my hand."
He has the good grace to blush. Wrung by my inexorable stroke, he comes silently this time.