'One Vial of Metamorphia' #two
It was two in the morning as James pondered with his arms clasped on her stomach. His friends were asleep, everyone was, but his brain couldn't figure out why Snape's revelation bothers him too much. Sure, they had that talk, but to think of it, why would Snape be wanting to tell such thing to him? Considering they were enemies?
James shot up from his bed. 'That's right,' he thought. 'Of course, he's lying. He couldn't possibly be from the line of wizard male-bearers. He's a nobody. Snape lived off scraps and looked greasy. Male-bearers look majestic. Not slimy. Yes, yes....'
"Snape must be lying," James muttered the last part of his thoughts.
"Prongs, go to fucking sleep," Sirius groaned and James heard him shuffle to cover his ears with a pillow.
He froze before assuming Sirius is finally asleep again.
Well, there will be no harm. Severus Snape was certainly lying and it would be only a faded memory right now about how his own prongs hardened at the thought of Snape being a male-bear—
"Bollocks," he hissed and felt himself rise. He was hardening and that alone is difficult to come over. James just wanted to sleep, not wank himself off of his mortal enemy.
But his erection would be difficult to tame, he himself is aware of it. James tried to thunk of something else. Perhaps how ugly Snape is. Big nose, flat, oily hair, sunken eyes, and pale skin. The Slytherin was nowhere near James' type — so why is he hard!?
James furiously wiped his face with his hands before plopping back down to his bed, letting his dick rise like the morning sun as he stared strained at his canopy's ceiling. He heard his friends shuffle, talking about some quidditch match this friday eve, against Slytherin —
Sirius, Remus, Peter, and some other guy flinched at the sight of James's disheveled look lashing out from his bed like a baboon. He looked half-crazed and stomped his way to their dorm bathroom.
James, on the other hand, was furious enough before shoving down other kids from entering the toilets before he does. He pulled his pajamas down, watches as his cock sprang up and down with a size surprisingly big than he remembered.
His breath was labored as the bathrooms emptied from the two other students he had ran first from. Now, alone in his thoughts, his mind began to imagine how Severus Snape himself would use that potion. He can imagine it, Snape crawling up on his lap, and although the slytherin looked skinny, James saw he has a plump rear.
James imagined those cheeks of Snape's, bouncing up and down as he hopped quickly on his cock. That was when James palmed himself and began sliding it on his shaft.
Snape, all naked, with legs spread, body arching, and mouth hang open as they both fulfill their duties to fill his womb. The potion will take a while to readjust Snape's organs for birth, but until then, with Snape's male-bearing lineage? Oh, James knew it would be easy to fuck a child in the other's ass.
His hands quickened, similar to how Snape bounced on his imagination. He found himself wantonly picturing about grabbing Snape's hips and just moving everything by himself. Without wasting any more minute, James' seed plunged out of his grasp and onto the stall's door.
James panted, leaning against the cubicle wall. He watched as his own cum slid down and muttered a spell to erase it.
Thank Merlin, his wanking was finished.
That afternoon, James found himself standing infront of Severus Snape who read quietly beside a secluded area on the lake. He watched the boy, his flaming feelings untamed. Even though he had masturbated to the thought of Snape bouncing on his dick earlier, James couldn't bring himself to calm down.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to leave, dragging his aching body away from the mass that magnetized him. James walked past students with an almost dim expression, if it weren't for his friends catching up, he would've — maybe — make a u-turn and lunge at Severus.
"Oi, Prongs!" Sirius yelled and tossed himself into a piggyback to James.
"Ah, Sirius! You're heavy!" James gasped.
"Pads, leave the man alone. He's having his brooding time!" Remus said and smacked Sirius in the shoulder. Peter came by, but he seemed aloof.
"Any plans for today, eh?" Sirius asked.
"Hogsmeade?" Peter yelped.
James' brows furrowed and shook his head. "No, Wormy. Hogsmeade is in the weekends. Besides, we've got DADA to take care of."
"Oh, right," Sirius massaged his forehead. "I forgot."
"What's wrong? You're usually enthusiastic about Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Remus chided.
"My body is sore, ya'know? Ol' quidditch and got hit by a bludger by some random hufflepuff. He's lucky I didn't hex his arse off!"
"Well, you too are lucky you didn't hex him off," James laughed as they entered Professor Bingley's classroom for DADA.
The Marauders made their way to place themselves on the side of the large platform on the center. The room illuminated with soft lights as curtains were shut close, probably for dramatics — James thought.
Professor Craig Bingley arose from the platform's stares and gave a speech about friendly spells that can be alternatives for usual defense spells. Or whatever he was talking about, not that James really cared.
What he cared about was the other boy across the room, wearing Slytherin clothes, and surrounded by his fellow snakes. Severus Snape, looking the same as ever, yet he looked less pale, with the fires from the torches above.
James couldn't bring himself to look away, and silently judge — at least, he thinks — the way Snape listened. He was attentive, his eyes filled with heavy observation to the professor before them and to the spells he casted. The way Snape's eyes glistened from the flamelights made James utterly bewitched.
It was only then when they both met gazes did James look away.
A free period was granted for all of them. Some students went to their dorms and others vanished into the library. James managed to escape his friends and follow one certain boy who billowed his robes down the halls. He followed, watching as Snape hugged his books to his chest, with a worn out satchel hanging by his shoulder.
When they finally reached an empty corridor, James mustered his Gryffindor courage and yanked Snape to a pillar.
"Wha— Potter!? Let go of me—"
"The vial is yours," he cut Snape off. "You can take the vial and drink it as you please. But, I must — I want — you need to..."
James cleared his throat. "I need to be the one who you will consummate it with as it so seems that you have not picked, I hope, someone to spend this potion with — not that I am sentimental of any of your choices, whatsoever. I— I am just deeply interes — invoked to knowing what it is like to —"
"Oh, quit your blabbering Potter!" Snape scolded.
"Just let me get you pregnant!"
Then they were both silent.
James heaved, his cheeks burning red and pounding anxiously. He had just blurted out what he had been thinking for hours now since they last talked and he fears Snape will humiliate him.
Oh, James would totally hex Snape if he tries to humiliate him. However, judging by how Snape looked bewildered and flushed enough, it might be guaranteed that he will agree to James' proposition.
"Y-You want to what?" Snape managed to choke out.
James nodded. "Yes, I do. You want my potion. You should have this as well," boldly enough, James pressed his hard-on to Snape's abdomen.
A gasp escaped the Slytherin as he marvelled on the thickness of James' erection. James could see it and a beast inside him yearned to just slip his dick inside Snape and spurt it all out. But, he knew it to himself he could not go that fast for Snape.
"How come you came to this conclusion, Potter — You hate me—"
"I hate having you carry another's child than mine more than anything," James asserted and cupped Snape's jaw with both hands. With that, James genuinely dove in for a kiss, his lips pressing with cold ones.
A hum escaped, whether it be Snape of James, nobody knew. Snape found himself at the mercy of James' touch and lips, reluctantly burying his body closer and closer. It felt electric and the gush of pleasure raced through their veins like snitches on quidditch. Only then, when James muttered Severus' name, did Snape pulled away.
James was stunned. Could it have been rejection? Overwhelming feelings? Oh, it would be too horrible if it was rejection. James watched as a flustered Severus packed up his things and rushed to leave the corridor, running downstairs back to his hole.
But James Potter stood at the same spot. His heart pounding. He had just confessed to Snape of his desire to impregnate him and kissed him! Kissed him! For Merlin's sake!
He began shaking. Out of disgust, maybe? James' bully side hoped it was. Yet, he's a fool if he keeps labelling this as his disgust for Severus Snape.
And James himself hated regarding himself as a fool.
Dinner went by and James began hunting down Severus around the school grounds. He easily found the Slytherin who surrounded himself with books in the library. An hour was left before curfew, surely he'll be able to talk something out with Severus.
"Snape — uhh, Severus," he called, voice deep as though he had just woken up.
Severus himself jolted. "Potter! You scared me!"
James stared at him, his hazel eyes boring at the warmth paleness of Severus from the candlelights. He sucked in a breath and lowered his head. "I want to apologize."
"I-I surprised you earlier and honestly, I don't regret it. But it would be sensible if I apologized to you here, I won't mind. I acted reckless earl—"
"So, you're only saying that after you've kissed me and not the fact that you've been tormenting me since I stepped foot at Hogwarts?"
"Uhh, what? Don't bother me, Potter. You and your pathetic apology."
James felt his cheeks redden at frustration. He knew firsthand none of this would be easy enough. "Look, Severus. I'm not — I didn't," he sighed.
"What I said was real. I did want to be the one to, well, impregnate you. I'm giving you the vial anyway —"
"So, it is the for the reason that I am indebted to your favor because you give me your potion? Not of the reason that you might," he paused.
James raised his brow, anticipating. The words unspoken by Severus were slowly reimagining itself on his head: you might not want me. He wanted to just smother Severus with his reassurance. Oh, James does want him. James Potter was not one to trample with and his feelings. He knew it himself and he's spent his years well enough wasting his time bullying Severus than pursuing him instead.
"I might what?" He urged.
Severus looked away. "It's an hour before curfew. Just leave, Potter —"
"Oh, I won't unless I'll bend you on your desk and fulfill my duties as your future husband —"
"You are not my future husband!" Severus blushed intensely. " And most certainly you are not bending me on this desk!"
"A lot more of your screeching and I will bend you just to shut you up," James challenged, grinning ear to ear.
He liked it. The way Severus blushed furiously and avoided his gaze was enough acknowledgement. Severus wanted him too, but years of resentment had clouded that want.
"You're very vulgar with your words, Potter. Is this how you acted around Lily?" Severus spat out and glared at James.
On the other hand, James merely chuckled. "No. I knew none of my antics would work on your pretty redhead bestfriend. But why should I worry about her? You're the one I want."
"You should definitely worry about her because — what?"
"You..." Severus looked away, most especially as James dove in and pursued his lips. Severus was silent, to James' liking, as James himself continued their kiss, revelling upon the fact that the only thing separating them from others were bookshelves.
James sighed in content, angling Severus' jaw with his hand and managing to use his tongue on him. He could feel how flustered Severus is, and that only makes James more eager to have him.
When they broke apart, James sat beside him and watched as Severus carried his breath. "Now, tell me. Why exactly do you want my potion?"
