Simply Irresistable

A/N: On to chapter two, in which our virgin fellow, Severus Snape, has many new adventures. *Smirk* I do just love getting that man into trouble!

Same warning as before: there will be sex, this fic is a cheap excuse for a Sex-0-Rama. There will be het sex, there will be slash. There will be blow jobs galore, so if this isn't your cup-o-tea, read elsewhere!

My fantabulous beta, Goblynn, is busy with my Ashwinder story; Overcome With Feeling, so she hasn't had a chance to use her magic on this. My fiancé did do a basic proof read for me. (He's pretending the slash didn't squick him, but I think he lies.) In any event, any mistakes are my fault alone.

Disclaimer: They are not mine; I just get them out to play. Sometimes they play with Severus. ;)

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Severus' afternoon classes went smoothly. There were no more titters amongst the students and they seemed to be paying attention to their work. Severus did catch some of the sixth and seventh year students giving him odd glances. He wasn't sure if they were flirting with him or disgusted by him. Honestly, other than his two recent adventures he knew nothing about the whole business. Severus wished there was someone he could discuss it with...Madam Hooch, perhaps? No. It was just too embarrassing. He and Xiamora had been friends almost since the day he came back to Hogwarts to teach. He felt more at ease around her than anyone he knew, but a forty year old man asking how one tells if someone is flirting with one was just too ridiculous to contemplate. Xiamora would probably explain it if he asked--she was as straightforward with him as she was kind--but he could never work up the nerve to actually ask her. It was strange how easy it was to be brave when facing war and hardship and how impossible it was for him to be brave in the face of matters of the heart. Or--let's be honest here--matters of lust.

Other than the puzzling glances from students, Severus' afternoon was uneventful. Following his final class, he went back to his quarters, poured a drink, and sat on the sofa to contemplate the day. At times his face got a rather faraway bemused expression; at times he simply looked puzzled. Looking at the clock, he noted that it was only a half hour until dinner began in the Great Hall.

I think I'll skip dinner and just eat here tonight. I may not be a complete laughingstock, but it's still just too embarrassing to sit there at the Head Table knowing that everyone in the whole school knows the state of my virginity. Pomfrey and Spout are bound to titter about it all night. What will Xiamora say? She's bound to wonder why I've never mentioned it in all these years; we've discussed pretty much everything else under the sun. Strange how I can confide in her about the hell I went through as a spy but I never once said 'Oh, by the way, I've never even been snogged.' I wonder what she thinks about the whole thing.

Just as he was considering flooing the kitchens for a solitary meal, there came a knock on his door.

"Go away," he snapped.

The wards on his door dropped, and Albus strode into the room. "Why there you are, Severus, my boy. I've been missing your company at meals. You know it isn't healthy for you to be always holed up in this blasted dungeon."

"You did not give me much choice, Albus," Severus growled. "That little stunt you pulled at the meeting was guaranteed to make my life a living hell."

"Oh, Severus, don't fuss. I can't see that it's done you any harm. In fact, I must say you are looking more relaxed than I've ever seen you. Did you have a pleasant day?" Albus said, grinning.

Damn the man! He knows! How the hell does he know everything? Merlin's balls, he probably wants to know if I can still get the blood. No wonder he's down here meddling. "I am still...qualified...to gather the blood, if that is what you want to know."

"Don't talk nonsense, my dear boy, I know very well I can trust you to get the job done until another solution can be found. Speaking of which, how is your research into a unicorn blood alternative going?"

"I am waiting for a delivery from Norway. I think it will work, but I won't know for certain until it arrives and I can do some tests."

"Good...good. Now then, Severus, I trust I will see you at dinner?"

Severus gave a long suffering sigh, "I'd really rather not be gawked at by the entire school, Albus."

"Nonsense, my boy, utter nonsense. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I'll expect you there," Albus said while heading for the door. Opening it, Albus turned back for one last comment. "As for why you look so...relaxed...today, you do deserve to have some fun, you know." With a chuckle, Albus left, closing the door on a very shocked Potions Professor.

Ten minutes time found Severus reluctantly preparing to open the staff entrance to the Great Hall, when he was stopped by someone calling his name. Looking around, he saw Remus Lupin standing in the doorway of an empty classroom. Lupin looked furious.

"Might I have a word, Snape?" Remus growled, beckoning for Severus to enter the classroom.

What the hell was Lupin so angry about? He hadn't done anything particularly hateful to the werewolf lately. At least he didn't think so. At any rate, here was a social situation he knew quite well how to deal with. It felt good to have something relatively normal to face.

"Can't it wait, Lupin?" he snapped. "I was about to head in to dinner; I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite with...unpleasant company."

"I assure you that it is most important. I will attempt not to waste too much of your time," Lupin hissed. With a long suffering sigh, Severus followed the wolf though the classroom door. "Close the door, Snape. This is a private matter."

As soon as Severus closed the door and turned, he found himself pressed hard against the smooth wood with Remus' forearm held tight against his throat. Severus had been expecting harsh words; he was completely surprised by the normally gentle man's physical attack. His hand flew towards his wand, but Remus easily captured it in his free hand and, raising it above Severus' head, pinned it painfully against the door. Remus' eyes, staring into his own were intense and feral. Damn, but the man was strong. What the hell had come over the werewolf and how was he going to get out of this without yelling for help like a blasted first year?

"Snape, damn it, you've been torturing me all day," Lupin growled. "I can't take it any more, do you hear?" Lupin removed the forearm from Snape's throat only to capture Severus' free hand and pin it next to the first.

"Lupin, I have no idea what you are talking about. Obviously you are furious with me for some reason, but I will not stand for this attack upon my person. You'd best release me immediately or else kill me outright, because the instant I am free I am going to do my best to make you wish you had never been born," Severus snarled in low and dangerous tones, his eyes cold, and a habitual glower gracing his features. The bemused virgin was gone, replaced by the Death Eater spy.

The Death Eater spy abruptly fled--completely flummoxed--when Remus leaned into Severus to snuffle at the hair behind his ear. Remus breathed deeply, growling low in his throat. "You didn't have to speak to me you damned tease," Remus rumbled. "Just passing you in the corridor was hell enough." Remus sniffed deeply at Severus' neck. "Good gods, man, you smell like walking sex."

The bemused virgin was back in attendance. Wide eyed and thrown emotionally off balance, Severus found himself asking in a voice not much louder than a whisper, "You think I smell...sexy?"

"Yes, you do; it's been driving me mad." Remus suddenly ground his hips into Severus'. Severus could easily feel the hard bulge that rubbed against his crotch. Severus felt his cock twitch and begin to harden in response. Lupin obviously felt it too because his eyes snapped to Severus'. When he saw Severus' dilated pupils and parted lips, he growled again and released Severus' hands. Severus didn't hesitate; he wrapped both hands in the DADA teacher's short hair and pulled him into a heated kiss. They kissed for long moments. Severus was blown away by the pure fire and feral hunger of the werewolf's kiss. Sybil's kisses had been coaxing, Draco's had a sort of calculated charm, but Remus kissed like a starving animal. Severus groaned into Lupin's mouth and thrust his hips with growing desperation against the werewolf.

Moaning himself, Remus reached down to grab the back of Severus' thighs and lifted them so that Severus could wrap his legs tightly around Remus' waist. Still fully clothed, Remus pounded against Snape's trouser covered arousal while he continued his devastating assault on Severus' mouth. Severus writhed against the werewolf as Remus attacked his mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. All too soon, Severus felt his release approaching. He shouted hoarsely into Lupin's mouth as he came, thoroughly wetting the front of his trousers. Remus growled again as he broke off the kiss to speak breathlessly into Severus' ear.

"So good, gods man, you smell so damn good. So sharp and strong. I can smell your come...sweet Merlin...I can feel it seeping though my trousers." This was more than the overexcited werewolf could stand. Biting Snape's neck fiercely, he groaned and thrust one last time as he found his own release.

Afterwards, the gentle DADA Professor that Severus was familiar with resurfaced. Remus gently lowered Severus back to his feet and, with a softly spoken charm, returned both pairs of trousers to a respectable state.

"Sorry about that, Snape. I had been planning to simply ask you to keep your distance from me for a while. I did not intend to...er...pounce on you the moment the door closed." Remus said sheepishly.

Still trying to catch his breath and calm his pounding heart, Severus managed a small smirk as he replied, "In case you hadn't noticed, Lupin, I...wasn't exactly...complaining."

"In that case, Professor Snape," Remus said with a slight grin of his own, "I'll ask you to keep your distance from me unless you choose to get pounced."

"I shall consider that most carefully, Professor Lupin."

At last entering the dining hall, Severus was still reflecting on said pouncing as he wandered over to his customary seat in between Xiamora Hooch and Albus. Unused to such pursuits--and little used to paying any attention to how he looked--Severus had no idea the picture he presented. His expression was distracted; his hair wildly tousled both from rubbing against the wood of the door and from where Remus had clenched his hands in it. Severus lips were pink and kiss swollen and he had obvious teeth marks on his neck just above the white collar of his shirt. The juxtaposition of primly buttoned up black robes and his 'just been shagged' state of disarray was altogether enchanting. He was too distracted to take much notice of the wave of titters that swept the Hall as he made his entrance; nor did he note the wave of covetous sighs which accompanied it.

"Where have you been, Severus?" Xiamora asked as he sat down. It was all she could do to bite back a chuckle at his unusually disheveled appearance.

"Sorry, Xia, I've been a bit busy with research lately," Severus evaded.

"Interesting research, from the looks of it." Xiamora said with a delicate snort.

"Whatever do you mean?" Severus asked, looking at his friend in confusion.

"Oh Severus, look here a moment, for pity's sake." Madame Hooch withdrew her wand. Severus flinched a bit when she pointed it at his head, but if he could not trust her, he couldn't trust anyone. With a deft flick and swish, Hooch straightened his hair for him and also spoke a soft charm to heal his bitten lips. "That's better," she said, eyeing her handiwork. "Now then, shall I heal that great bite mark on your neck or did you want to wear it as a souvenir of war, so to speak? Sort of a badge of honor?"

Bite mark? Bloody hell! He suddenly remembered Lupin's enthusiastic bite at the end of their little adventure against the door. He'd never even considered neatening his appearance other than a habitual straightening of his robes. He must have looked a fright! And here was his friend, looking at him with amused eyes as she calmly helped straighten him out. Once again, Severus blushed to the roots of his hair. "Xiamora, I find I'd rather not be...branded, if you would be so kind?"

"No trouble at all, Severus." Hooch healed the bite mark easily. Then she took pity on her friend's obvious discomfort and abruptly turned the conversation to Quidditch as they began their meal.

Tuesday and Wednesday proceeded much as Monday had. Severus began both mornings being gobbled by an enthusiastic Sybil Trelawney in the niche he passed on the way to his classroom. Tuesday lunch was a repeat performance of Monday's, and he got to note the difference in style between Sybil's earlier gobbling and Draco's talented mouth. On Wednesday's lunch break, he stepped into his rooms to find a half naked Pansy Parkinson. He had no time to even think about protesting before the girl was on her knees before him and had his already throbbing cock between her lips. Severus wondered briefly if she'd had to hex Malfoy to keep him away, before crying out as Pansy eagerly swallowed the hot liquid pouring into her mouth. Spending the next class period pretending to read as his students brewed, he instead contemplated the three differing styles of blow jobs and eventually decided each had its own merits. Severus had the rest of Wednesday afternoon free from class work. His recent ponderings had left him rigid in arousal, and he thanked Merlin for his concealing robes as he headed for the staffroom. If he remembered correctly, he knew of a certain werewolf who also had Wednesdays free at this time. Entering the staffroom, he noted it was only lightly occupied. Severus' swift glance assured him that Lupin was indeed present, as were Sprout and Flitwick. Severus was in the room only a moment when he heard Lupin sniff loudly. Remus raised his eyes from the book he had been reading--nostrils flaring--as his eyes flew to catch Severus' in an intense gaze.

"Professor Lupin," Severus said, calm tones belying his suddenly pounding heart, "I had a question to ask you about your Wolfsbane potion, if you could spare a moment?"

"Certainly, Professor Snape, would you care to adjourn to my office?" Remus responded in equally calm tones.

"That would be adequate." Severus continued with a polite nod of his head.

As the two men left the staff room, Sprout gave a soft snort as she said to Flitwick "Do those two seriously think they are fooling anyone with that polite act?"

Flitwick chuckled as he replied, "I'm sure they think they're being quite discrete. You could have cut the tension in here with a butter knife! I wasn't aware Severus swung that way...well, obviously until recently he didn't swing any way at all...but I could have sworn I saw him staring at Sybil's mouth at dinner last night."

Now it was Sprout's turn to chuckle. "Word on the grapevine is that he's happy with either gender. In fact, I don't think he's turned down a pass yet. Of course, Sybil's made it clear to everyone not to let things go too far. I do believe she is determined to get his cherry when this whole unicorn blood situation is cleared up."

Flitwick giggled like a schoolgirl. "I rather think you are right about that. Sybil always did have a thing for virgins. In the meantime, it's about time that lad had a spot of fun for a change."

"Indeed," Professor Sprout replied, a plan of her own forming in her head.

The Potions master and the werewolf retained their outward calm on the short walk to Lupin's office. The act dropped abruptly as soon as the Remus closed the door and hit it with locking and silencing charms. Severus found himself swept into a tight embrace as Remus began feasting on his mouth. Getting more comfortable with such situations--and braver--as Remus continued his feral kissing, Severus ran his hands down the werewolf's back to cup his arse and pull Remus tight against his hips. Leaving his hands where they were, Severus gave the muscular cheeks a tentative squeeze. Pleased by the throaty growl Remus poured into his mouth, Severus squeezed more roughly. Lupin's growl deepened and grew louder.

Severus wanted more. He wanted to explore a bit. He'd gotten used to people doing things to him, now he wanted to try to do more himself. Though he was much more comfortable with the act itself, he was still hesitant in trying to talk about it. Running a hand around Remus' hip to rub lightly against the front of Lupin's trousers, he broke the kiss to ask hesitatingly, "Lupin...may I...may I touch this?"

"Yes!" Remus growled. "Gods yes...Please touch me...please." Remus whimpered and ground his hard, cloth covered arousal into Severus' questing hand.

Severus used both hands to unbutton Lupin's fly as Remus went back to snogging his breath away. Finally freeing the hard length, Severus automatically began to stroke it firmly in the same motions he used when pleasuring himself. Now here was something he definitely knew how to do, he thought with a mental smirk. As he stroked, he added a twisting motion with his hand. Lupin's loud moaning told Severus that his efforts were being appreciated. Breaking the kiss again, Severus asked breathlessly, "May I taste you?"

An answering groan was as articulate a response as the excited werewolf was capable of making. He pushed down on Severus' shoulders as he whimpered a wordless plea. Severus was enjoying the effect his actions were having on the normally calm and collected DADA Professor. Severus allowed the usually shy man to push him to his knees and wasted no time in getting down to business. Far from being put off by seeing another man's cock in front of his face, Severus' own length grew harder still as he contemplated putting his recent cock sucking experiences to use on another. Placing one hand over and behind Remus' sack, he used his long fingers to knead at the muscle behind it. Severus then took his other hand and used a twisting motion with it at the base of Lupin's shaft as he took the rest into his mouth. Stroking rhythmically up and down, Severus alternately employed Sybil's tongue sweep with Pansy's suction. The werewolf barely knew what hit him. His mouth uttered an unending stream of inarticulate encouragement. He never would have guessed that Severus had never done such a thing before, but Severus was...among other things...a very quick study.

The amazing array of noises Remus' was making had great effect on Severus. Dropping the hand that had been pressing and caressing Lupin's balls, Severus continued his other enthusiastic actions as he brought his free hand to the front of his own trousers. In a moment he had his own cock free and was pumping it roughly as he continued to pleasure the werewolf. It did not take Severus long to come. His groan vibrated around Lupin's shaft which tipped Remus right over the edge into his own bliss; he fairly screamed his release as he came down the Potion master's throat.

Severus decided it was an interesting experiment indeed. He wondered what he should experiment with next. He didn't have long to wait before an opportunity presented itself. As Severus was leaving the Great Hall after dinner, Professor Sprout approached him.

"Professor Snape," Pomona began, "I'm pleased to tell you the new crop of Aconite is ready to harvest. I know that you'll need it for Professor Lupin's potion soon. If you have a moment, would you like to come down to greenhouse five with me now?"

"Certainly, Professor Sprout, if it's no trouble?"

"Of course it isn't, Severus," The Herbology teacher said as she led the way. Severus did not notice anything odd in her behavior...Sprout often grew ingredients for his potion making...nor did he see the wicked smile that flickered across the older woman's lips as she led him out of the castle. Reaching the greenhouse, Sprout held the door for him and cast a quiet locking charm on the door as she shut it. She turned to find Professor Snape examining the Aconite with interest.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Pomona," he said simply. "These plants look like they need a few more days' growth before harvesting."

"I see that you are right, Severus," she said quietly. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time; perhaps I can find some other way to insure this wasn't a wasted trip?"

Puzzled, Severus turned to Sprout to find her naked from the waist up. His eyes latched on to her bare breasts. Severus had not seen many bare breasts before in his life; he had certainly never seen any to compare to the mountainous proportions of Pomona's. As he gaped at them, Pomona pulled a small phial out of the pocket of her skirt. Uncapping it, she poured the contents all over her well endowed bosom. It appeared to be some sort of oil, and the sharp yet sweet scent of peppermint reached his flaring nostrils as Pomona began to rub the oil over and between her tits with both hands. Standing in immobile attention, Severus watched the movement of her hands as if hypnotized. His tongue snuck out of his mouth to lick unconsciously at his lips.

"I believe my Potion master friend sees something he likes," Pomona murmured in husky tones as she lay down on her back amid the potted plants of the greenhouse. "Perhaps you don't know what a large breasted woman is capable of, Severus." Sprout pressed her over-generous breasts together and held them that way with one hand. "There is no harm in you placing that bulge I see in your pants between these, is there?"

"Er..." was the only verbal response Severus was capable of making. Staring at the passage the Herbology teacher's oil slicked breasts created; he lost no time in spelling away his trousers and straddling the reclining witch. With a groan he thrust his cock between her slippery tits.

Sweet Nimue! It felt fantastic! Tight...warm...pliant. This had to be the closest thing to actual sex he had experienced so far. When Pomona tipped her head up sharply, so that she could suck on the head of his cock each time he thrust it between the cleft created by her breasts, Severus thought he had at last found nirvana. He tried to hold himself back, wanting to enjoy the unprecedented sensation, but when he saw that Pomona had snuck her free hand up under her skirts and was rubbing herself furiously, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Sprout noticed he was getting close to his release. She broke off her eager lapping of the head of his cock to growl up at him, "Severus, I want you to come on my tits...I want to see it...I want to feel you come all over my tits." Letting go her hold on her breasts, as they sprang apart she hissed, "Now Severus, do it now!"

Severus took himself in hand and, aiming at her glistening breasts he pumped once...twice and, moaning in release, watched the shimmering strands of white fluid splash over Pomona's breasts. Sprout eagerly rubbed the fluid into the skin of her milky breasts as she continued rubbing frantically between her legs with the other hand. Severus could feel her whole body tremble through his thighs--which still straddled her--as she came, screeching his name. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He was amazed to find his cock already hard again just from watching her.

Pomona noticed the quick return of his arousal as well. Licking her lips, she looked up into his flashing eyes and simply said, "Again?"

Severus agreed with a nod and a growl.

That night, alone in his chambers, Severus slept the deep sleep of the thoroughly shagged out.