Author's Note: This is just a series of shorts for those more after the sexual side of things. Hope you enjoy!

The Detention Chronicles

I

7:03 p.m.

Harry scrubbed the offending surface, his arms numb from his back and forth strokes the last hour of detention. Spoiled ingredients wafted his nostrils, burning the hairs inside with the vile smell of it. Harry would not show weakness as he scrubbed harder and more effectively than before. He was watching him. He, being Professor Snape, had been steadily watching from the desk he perched at, arms crossed over his chest and body leaning backwards against the wood edge. Yes, he was indeed watching from the sensation Harry felt in his hindquarters.

Harry bent farther forward, curving his back, and raising his rear higher into the air. His strokes switched from their back and forth motion to large circular motions, wiggling his rear for the other to watch. He could feel the leer, taste the lust wafting through the air.

The heels of shoes broke through the sounds of scrubbing as Snape made his way to him, grabbing him, and pulling him from his task. Harry almost lost his balance but was saved by the arms that now wove around him, keeping him upright, and pressed firmly to the other.

Raven-black hair tickled his face as lips moved over his, prying open his mouth, and plundering inside. His backside hit the wood of a desk, and his hands grabbed the edge to keep him from falling over it. Harry groaned against the other as his legs were forced apart to accommodate the older and rather dominant of the two. Seizing the opportunity, he wrapped his legs tightly around the man's lean waistline and rolled his hips seductively. This earned him a pull to the head, forcing his neck backwards, in order to be suckled. Clasping his hands at the man's robes, he let out a series of gasps.

"Professor," he pleaded. Before he could say anymore, his mouth was savagely covered with yet another possessive kiss. His robes were torn away from him and the button of his trousers undone. Snape sucked at the sinfully sensitive nubs on his chest and then nibbled, eliciting Harry's voice from his throat. That mouth was truly devilish as it wrapped and snaked over every surface of his flesh. Plunging into the dip of his belly, it tasted him and drove him to madness.

"Enough teasing," Harry rasped. Snape drew away, yanking his trousers from him and sneering down at his exposed body.

"As insufferable as usual Potter," Snape drawled but turned him over to hug the desk and began to knead at the roundness of his backside. Harry could feel the man's hardness through the material of his professor's trousers as he thrust it along the crevice. "This, however, is the only satisfactory part of you, Mister Potter."

Harry arched his head backward as the friction against the desk was causing his ever-hardening arousal to jolt in anticipation. Snape's words ran over him like silk, and he found it hard to breath. Fingers entered him, driving into him with delightful force. Harry let out a surprised gasp which soon turned into soft moans of ecstasy. Snape was soon pressing against him until he broke through and drove deep inside him. Harry let out a guttural groan when Snape wasted no time drawing back and then inside again with unbearable force.

Hands tightly grasped his hips as the thrusts sent him far forward and against the unyielding wood surface. Harry bit his lip, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the smell of their lust. He was getting close, and before he could whisper it, he came hard onto the surface of the desk. His body trembled beneath the man, riding out the waves of burning hot pleasure. Snape pulled out and hot liquid fell onto the small of Harry's back. The low growl of his professor's voice signifying the end of their liaison. Harry was cleaned with a spell, and then he quickly dressed himself.

The two stood in silence for a few moments before they parted. Harry made for the door, but before he left he heard Snape call out to him.

"I will expect you for detention directly after supper tomorrow," he said evenly. "Understood Mister Potter?"

"Yes, sir."

Harry left the room with a very stiff and very satisfied Potion's professor.