Revelation

A/N: Here it is. The chapter with the naughty bits you've been waiting for. *grin* I hope it does not disappoint.

*sigh* I think there's only one more chapter to this little fic, and I shall miss it. Ron and Severus have proven to be quite a kick in the head to write. Who would have thought?!

As always, big thanks to my charming and talented beta, Vaughn. Vaughn, you are the bee's knees! The cat's Pajamas! You're swell, and you're neat and keen as well! And better than all of that, you keep me from using such outdated things in my fanfics! *Pook grins sheepishly*

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Once Ron had made his decision, he was mortified to realize that, despite his desire, his body had tensed. He could not help but be fearful; Ron's one time at being a bottom had been a painful and unpleasant experience. Despite his willingness, his body still had fears to quiet.

Quieting the tenseness of Ron's body seemed to be Severus' new mission in life. For once, neither impatient nor hurried, Severus spent an unheard of amount of time caressing and kissing Ron. With slow, gentle determination, Severus spent half an hour worshipping Ron's body from head to toe. Feeling his body turning to jelly, Ron whimpered and moaned softly at the attention. Eventually, when Ron was a trembling pile of mush, Severus removed himself from Ron to press tightly against his side. Ron could feel the hard length of Severus' cock pressing at his hip, and the familiar proof of his lover's arousal did much to excite him.

Even so, Ron could not quite keep his body from twitching in alarm when he heard the unmistakable sound of the lid to the jar of ointment being unscrewed.

"Hush, love," Severus purred in his ear. "On my life, I shall do nothing to hurt you, nothing to cause you pain. Tonight is for your pleasure and I am a willing slave to that pleasure." Slowly, Severus encouraged Ron to lift his knees until he lay on his back, knees bent and legs slightly spread. As he arranged Ron to his liking, he continued to murmur into Ron's ear. "You have no idea how wonderful it feels for me, to have you thrusting inside of me, joined with me, so close that it feels as if you have crawled into my very skin." Here Severus began to gently caress and press against Ron's tight entrance with slick fingers. While Severus continued the caress, his voice rumbled with his arousal as he continued to murmur into Ron's ear. Ron trembled again, this time more from heat than fear. Severus seemed immediately aware of the difference.

"Ah, Ron," he growled, "you are so responsive, so perfect. I shall play your body like the finest instrument...I shall make you tremble in anticipation until you beg me to fill you...and when I do, when I at last sink to the balls in this delicious arse of yours, I shall make you scream in bliss."

Unable to hold in a quavering moan at the words murmured so hotly in his ear, Ron moaned again as a single, long finger gently breached his body. There was no pain, only a growing sense of desire and excitement. Severus continued to whisper sweet, ridiculous, and obscene things in Ron's ear. Indeed, the once silent man's voice now never paused, its growling tones a constant distraction and a never-ending spur to Ron's growing anticipation.

The finger lodged inside of Ron pressed and withdrew, circled and caressed. "So tight, my love. So tight and hot," the voice in his ear rumbled. "Beautiful, you are so beautiful." Here, Severus' other hand began to slowly stroke Ron's cock as the finger pushing in and out of him was gently joined by a second. The fingers inside of him began to rub against his prostate with each painstakingly slow press inward. Without his conscious thought, Ron began to press back against those clever envoys, seeking more of the wonderful tingles that they were causing with each determined stroke.

"Yessss..." Severus hissed. "Yessss... It feels good, doesn't it...so good to have your every itch rubbed." Here, Severus slipped a third finger in Ron's arse, and while Ron could feel them filling him, stretching him, the slight discomfort fled as those wicked fingers danced inside him. Ron was now thrusting back onto Severus' hand as eagerly as he thrust up into the hand that clenched around his needy cock. Never having realized that he could feel so much, he couldn't stop the whimpering groans pouring from his open mouth.

"Delicious...so delicious," the low voice continued in Ron's ear. "Yesss...it feels good, to have my fingers stroking deep inside you. How good shall it feel when I replace these fingers with my hungry cock? Hmmm? Yes...when I bury my cock inside you it will fill you, it will press deeper, it will rub harder. Hot...hard...smooth...it will feel so much better than these bony fingers."

"Yes!" panted Ron. "Yes, Sev'rus...want it...want you...now please!"

As if he had been only waiting for such a declaration, Severus rolled Ron onto his side and pressed his body tightly against Ron's back. His fingers briefly left their snug haven as he arranged Ron's legs carefully, the lower one straight and the upper one with knee bent so that Ron rolled partly onto his stomach. In an instant, the fingers were back in Ron's arse, plunging, delving, and circling. The hissing voice was silent for a moment as Severus kissed and sucked where Ron's neck met his shoulder.

As much as Ron was enjoying the intense new sensations, he couldn't help but be disappointed. "Severus," he whimpered, "I want to see you."

Lifting his hungry mouth from Ron's neck, Severus growled into Ron's ear once more. "Not this time, my sweet. This way is better...easier. Trust me."

"I...I do," Ron stammered.

"Good...very good," Severus mumbled, his fingers still pressing hard and fast into Ron's arse. "And do you want me now, love? Do you want me to replace these poor substitutes," he continued, wriggling his fingers in Ron's arse, "with my hot...hard...pumping cock?"

"Yes!" screeched Ron, his cock twitching madly just thinking about it. "Yes! Now! More!" The words were out almost before Ron could think, and with surprise, Ron realized that he was indeed ready; he wasn't afraid anymore. Severus, with his growling words and wicked hands, had seen to that.

Whimpering with loss when the clever fingers withdrew, Ron soon whimpered anew as he felt the head of his lover's cock press firmly against his entrance. Despite his eagerness, despite his will, Ron felt his body clench slightly at the thought of invasion. Then that calm, steady, passionate voice was once again in his ear.

"There will be no pain, my love. I have taken great care with you, prepared you most thoroughly. This night is for you, love. This night is for your pleasure."

The familiar body pressed against his back and the beloved voice speaking so reassuringly made Ron's body relax. A picture flashed into his mind. Severus above him, riding Ron's cock with obvious joy, his head thrown back in delight. Ron wanted that. Ron wanted it all.

Sensing the tension in Ron's body waning, Severus began to slide into Ron's body with excruciating slowness. "Press against me, love," he whispered. "Yes...just like that...oh gods, you feel so wonderful wrapped tightly around me."

It was amazing. There was no pain, no burn, just an indescribable sense of fullness, of being stretched to the limit. Though Ron felt no pain, he was relieved when, after sinking completely into Ron arse, Severus simply held himself still while he allowed Ron's body time to adjust to its gentle invasion. Severus had leaned over Ron, his body a warm and comforting weight which pressed him into the mattress. His lover's hand once more found Ron's cock, and it began to stroke him with almost teasing caresses. The excitement making him brave, Ron pressed his arse more firmly against Severus' hips.

Then Severus was moving, slowly at first, a slow slide in and out of Ron's body. Severus' hand mimicked the rhythm as it stroked Ron's cock more firmly. With every thrust, Severus' hard length slid against that bundle of nerves that seemed directly attached to Ron's cock. With each time that Severus sunk into him, the tingling heat in Ron's cock increased unbelievably. Never had his journey towards orgasm been this exciting, this intense. If this was how it felt for Severus when Ron made love to him, it was little wonder that Severus practically begged for it.

Soon Ron was moaning with it, gasping and shrieking out his bliss. As the feelings grew even more consuming, Ron found himself thrusting back onto Severus' cock with as much enthusiasm as he had once pounded into his lover.

"Good, isn't it?" the beloved voice hissed as Severus increased the speed and force of his hips. "Now do you see why I love it? Why I am so impatient for you to fill me?"

"Yes," gasped Ron. "Oh yes...good...so good with you inside me. More...faster!"

The speed of Severus' hips increased; soon he was pounding into Ron's arse, his hand a blur of motion on Ron's cock. Each thrust caused a rush of heat through Ron's body. Each retreat made Ron cry out wordlessly for more.

"You think it feels good now," Severus growled, panting in his efforts, "just you wait...just you wait until you come with me pounding inside you. Nothing compares...nothing compares to coming while you have a hard cock pounding into you. Let me show you...come for me, love. Come for me."

With a loud, wailing cry, Ron did, the bliss of his orgasm streaking through his body in huge, never-ending waves. The whole world collapsed into that one, striking, unbelievable feeling and Ron was barely aware of his lover's sharp cry when the cock inside him pulsed and filled him with warmth.

When Ron came to his senses, Severus was leaning over him, a faint look of concern on his dear face.

"Ron?" he whispered. "Ron? Are you all right? Did...did I hurt you?"

Giving Severus his widest grin, Ron pulled him down into a forceful kiss. "Never better," he said decidedly, still grinning.

Relaxing, Severus pulled Ron tightly into his arms, rolling them over until Ron's head landed on his chest. "You--" Severus began, his voice strangely hesitant now that it was all over, "You seemed to enjoy it."

"Enjoy it?" Ron yelped, lifting his head to look into his lover's eyes. "That was bloody brilliant! See if I ever let you bottom again!"

"Saucy baggage," Severus groused. "Don't you even dare to imply that I'm not going to get my fair share!" Though he looked at Ron with mock severity, Ron was happy to note that Severus was quite unable to hide the smug satisfaction burning in his eyes.

"Mmmm... maybe tomorrow..." Ron murmured. "In the meantime," Ron said, running a hand up and down his lover's chest, "how long do you think it will be until we can try that again?"

Ron found that, for an older wizard, Severus sometimes displayed powers of recuperation that seemed almost magical.

Both the emotional and physical adventures of the evening left the two wizards exhausted by the time they finally fell asleep, wrapped tight in each other's arms. It was therefore not surprising that Severus and Ron slept quite late the next morning. They were not disturbed in their slumbers. Healer Cotton had spread the news of their engagement and--as neither wizard needed much in the way of medical treatment--it was wisely decided that the newly betrothed couple be left in peace as much as possible. Dobby and his band of helpers did sneak into the room quite early in the morning and cast many a gleeful and pleased glance at the sleeping wizards as they quietly tidied the room. The rug and furniture they left as it was, but they vanished the spent but still floating candles and cleaned up the remains of the betrothal feast. In its place, they left a simple breakfast of bread, cheese, and fruit that could be enjoyed whenever the sleeping lovebirds saw fit to rise and greet the day. After a few last happy sighs and quiet giggles, the house-elves left as silently as they had arrived.

Eventually the two wizards bestirred themselves. After gentle kisses, soft assurances, and a much needed trip to the loo for both, Ron and Severus sat at their grand little table, nibbling at their breakfast, and discussing their future plans.

"When do you want to be married?" Severus asked simply.

"Harry and Hermione asked me that question and I'll tell you the same thing I told them. I want to be married right now, this instant. Let's call a preacher! However," Ron continued more somberly, "I know that idea is not sensible. I don't want us married in this box of a room. As soon as you are released, we can go home, and then we'll have a bit of work to make the place livable. I know that you will need to get brewing as quickly as possible, so I plan to take on what work is immediately needed myself."

"Ron," Severus interrupted, his tone serious, "I have no intention of leaving the grunt work all to you."

"I know you don't, love. But you are going to." At Severus' glare, Ron continued, his voice soft and persuasive, "It's only reasonable, love. You must work to ensure our income, so let me work to put our home to rights. I promise you, as soon as you get your work going smoothly, I'll take all the help I can get."

"I don't like it," grumbled Severus, "but you are correct. I'll need to get brewing quickly if we are to have enough income to get by. However, I fail to see what any of this has to do with when we get married."

"Well, once I get the house livable, we could get married at home. I know I won't get everything on the house sorted anytime soon, but if it's presentable enough to have visitors then all we would need is a tip for the preacher and the five Galleon licensing fee for the Ministry. Besides," Ron said with a grin, "I like the idea of us getting married where we plan to live. I think it suits us. Or am I wrong? If you want a grand ceremony somewhere, we'll manage somehow--"

"That will not be necessary," Severus replied with an easy smile. "I think you know that, at the moment, crowds and grandness have little appeal. I would be far happier with a few friends and," here was heard an impressively melodramatic sigh, "your horde of a family than I would with some large gathering."

"Then married at home we shall be!" Ron declared, chuckling at his lover's attitude. "The only thing grand will be the red-headed masses of Weasleys in attendance!"

"I suppose I should endeavor to get used to it, as I will soon be one of those Weasleys. Without, of course, this ridiculous flaming head growth," Severus finished, ruffling a hand through Ron's hair.

"Severus," Ron began, his joking tone suddenly hesitant, "shall you keep your name or will you have mine?"

"We shall see," Severus said slyly, before abruptly changing the subject. "I am well aware that Healer Cotton's insistence on my visiting her office was a touch too felicitous not to have been carefully plotted. Even so, during our chat, she did give me some information which will have some bearing on our plans. It seems that, barring no unexpected setbacks, I will be ready for release by the end of the week."

"This week?" Ron asked, a surprised grin blooming on his face.

"Yes, brat. This week. If it suits you, I'll be able to see you slaving away on our cottage by Saturday."

Severus' teasing smirk did nothing to diminish Ron's joy at knowing that they would soon both be free of their tiny hospital room. It was true that Ron would look back on the time spent in room 309 fondly, for without such confinement it was certain that he would never have given his one-time Potions professor a second thought. But these fond musings would happen at a much later date. At the moment, Ron had only excitement and hopeful expectations at the thought of leaving the room where he had found both friendship and love. It was inevitable that Ron look happily towards their future together. Though Ron would never forget room 309 and all that took place there, when Saturday came, he gladly left the small room without a backward glance.

Both Harry and Hermione were present when the big day arrived. Properly dressed for the first time in an age--and finally having had their wands returned--Ron and Severus were anxious to make the journey to their humble cottage and get the work started. Impatient as the two wizards were, Harry and Hermione's attendance was absolutely necessary, for neither Ron nor Severus had been to the cottage they had already owned for nearly a month. They could not Apparate there, and Healer Cotton had cautioned them against Floo travel for at least another fortnight. So it came to pass that Harry took Ron's hand while Hermione grasped Severus' and the two wizards found themselves Apparated to their new home.

Neither wizard had the smallest inkling of what a great shock awaited them there.