Whose Universe Are We In?

3

The next few days brought on all of the classic symptoms of deep mourning, only they were the dead ones and all of their families were safe, well and very much alive. They argued, wept, shouted and despaired of ever seeing missed loved ones again until Dan blurted out, “What if we’re in London and we run into someone, say, in Oxford Street? It’s not just our families is it? I mean, I’ve got a load of mates, some associated with the films but many not, though some of them drifted away. Fuck, what then?”

Alan was gloomy, “What the hell happened to us, Dan?” Dan slumped down beside him but kept a small distance, “I sort of wished for this, I suppose. You know, keeping the costumes on while we fucked – kind of thing, and I fancied the fuck out of you with the dark hair and so on.....sorry about that”.

Alan ruefully admitted that he’d wished himself two decades younger to not be so damned old for his young lover, “but surely wishes as shallow as that cannot possibly have any effect?” he ruminated, leaning his head on the back of the sofa. Dan managed a weak laugh, “We still don’t know what they were doing the day it all went tits-up”. Alan sighed, “No. We’re not proper magicals so we have to be kept hidden away. Bollocks to this, Dan. I think we need to start finding things out”, his tone had become more determined.

Dan looked towards him and his back straightened a bit, “Aye, we might be fucking dead but we’re not lying down”. Alan snickered at this but nodded. “I think we need a day pass out of here to old Diagon Alley and out into London and we need a laptop and stuff to begin our researches”. Dan winced, “Alan, how do we do that when we’re dead and buried and our credit line now reads, ‘deceased’? We aren’t going to get any help from that quarter, at least until we find out if the magical bank changes these galleon things to pounds sterling”.

Subsiding, Alan huffed out a breath, “Point”, he muttered. Then frowned, and sat up, “We do need to find these stories though, they may be the key to getting us out of here”. Dan nodded, so far, quite a lot completely matched the books or the scripts and they had read all the accepted ‘canon’ material but were too many anomalies, they had to be in someone else’s version of this tale.

Rubbing his face thoughtfully, Dan ventured, “You know if we were to actually mingle and meet folk a bit, you know, the trustiest ones from the canon, then we might at least get more clues, even without reading the stories, and the more fine details we can fill in the background then the easier we’ll home in on the tale we need. I also have the feeling that I’m not going to be able to hold ‘Ron’ or ‘Hermione’ off much longer. It doesn’t seem to matter what story I’ve read, those two are always my best buddies even if they have issues with ‘Harry’s’ choices of life partner”.

Quirking a brow, Alan coolly enquired, “Life partner?” Dan smirked, “Oh, yeah, the sex is never casual, remember if you will, that all of this is written by girls, you need to understand this right from the start. Now, supposing the author of this tale is writing sort of to canon but the tale we are in was set and written at a time before either the last book or even the last two came out. Then we have real problems”. Confused, Alan held up a hand. “Dan, I think you’d better explain this whole phenomenon from the top”.

Dan poured them drinks and snuggled up closer on the sofa. It was becoming a natural move on Alan’s part to lift his arm for Dan to move closer, he let his arm fall around Dan’s shoulders, “All right then, enlighten me”, he whispered. Dan smiled, “Well, you take your favourite films or books or comics, whatever, and whilst reading them there may be bits, I dunno, where more detail would have been good or where in the mind of the fan, there’s a missing scene begging to be written. That’s where the fan fiction author comes in.

Quite often they stick to the original stories for back reference but then weave their own tales in amongst the accepted official works. The pornos? The slash thing I’ve already told you about? Well, there’s a small, fairly tight community out there online writing this stuff. I think guys write the general fan fiction as well as the girls but I think that the guy-on-guy stuff is actually mostly written by girls. Most of it is truly appalling and the prose? Purple doesn’t even begin to describe it, but on the other hand, there’s some damn fine writing out there. My sis....”, Dan’s voice faltered for a moment, he breathed deeply and continued, “Anyway, once the other books came out, some of these girls described their stories as ‘AU’s, which means Alternative Universe, meaning that they were no longer writing to canon after a certain book. As this has happened to us in at least book six, then I suggest that this writer has only written to canon as far as book five as loads of girlies love Sirius and pair him with Remus but in this here and now, he’s still dead”.

Processing this, Alan shyly asked, “Are there many tales that pair you and I together?” Dan grinned, “Oh, yes. We’re the second most written-about couple”. Alan rolled his eyes, “No. Don’t tell me. You and Tom as a pair top the list” Dan shrugged and smirked, “Those girls sure love their Slytherin men. Sometimes it’s the three of us with David making a fourth as your lover when Tom is mine”. Alan shook his head, “Bloody hell, are we the only pairings?”

Dan laughed, “Fuck, no. Actually the ones I liked best for pure wank value were about the Weasley twins together, coining the term, ‘twincest’, I believe”. Alan shot him a look, “You seem to know quite a bit about these smutty sites”. Dan shrugged unselfconsciously, “Like I said, our kid was a bit avid for them and often pointed me out the best tales as well as some real howlers but some of them were pretty hot, made quite pleasant one-handed reading if you must know”

“One-handed?” that black brow arched, the eye beneath it radiated amusement. Dan slipped down the seat and spread his legs, peeled back the sides of his dressing gown and grabbed his balls, all the while looking up at Alan over the tops of his glasses. “Yeah, one hand on the mouse, the other....” his voice tailed off.

He gulped as he watched his young lover palpate his balls, watched the cock fill beneath the cloth and met the eyes of the cheeky young man that was here at this massive change in his life.....and he wanted to be with him. Alan smiled then licked his lips slowly, watched this delicious young man flush and lower his lashes, then he turned and was on him, his aim deadly, mission: to make his lad moan with his kisses.

First strategy: replace Dan’s hand on his bollocks with his own. A quick flick with his fingers on the back of Dan’s hand as his tongue found Dan’s and Alan’s was the only hand touching those lickable balls. He squeezed gently and took complete control of the kiss. Mission accomplished, but it was all too easy with this boy.....he moaned loudly into Alan’s mouth, but, Alan allowed another thought across his synapses, maybe this boy moaned so easily because it was himself that was kissing him. With this thought ringing in his head he really went to town on the boy’s mouth and made more of those sounds happen that drove Alan mad.

He finally parted from Dan and wondered if his own face looked as debauched as the lad’s did. It must if the smirk was any indication...he couldn’t help himself, he grinned like a daft sod and they were back at it. Christ, he could live on kisses like this; it was his turn to moan...

When they withdrew from the kiss it was to find both of their cocks out being wanked by the other and Dan all but crawling into Alan’s lap. The older man gasped and tucked Dan away but his cock still poked obscenely at the fabric of his pyjamas, “I think we should take this elsewhere, love. I don’t want to be interrupted by those damned firecalls and I’ve no idea how to close the Floo”. Seeing the logic in this. Dan climbed off Alan’s lap and held out a hand to his lover. Alan grasped it with a grin and was dragged bodily towards the bedroom.

And so they missed Dumbledore’s face popping into the fire calling Severus Snape’s name. By that time they were in Snape’s bedroom, the door kicked shut and were falling backwards into the deep mattress on the biggest four-poster bed either Dan or Alan had ever seen. By this time, though, they weren’t really admiring the scenery, they were more desperate for a flat plane and something soft to fall onto.

They wrestled each other out of their pyjamas and the dressing gowns they had spent the last few frustrating days in and fell on each other, furious, ravening, hungry....so fucking hungry...and they ate each other alive, tongues dancing over skin, kissing, licking, taking each other into mouths, hot, wet, licking, sucking. Dan dared to rim Alan, making him shout out as his hole was filled with hot tongue. He got his own back sucking Dan’s balls. Not too hard, just the way he knew his Dan liked, one at a time rolling over his tongue.

Some time later, Dan pulled him up for a bollock and arse tasting kiss and murmured, “I want that huge dick in me, love. I wonder if your man Snape has any lubricant”, and before Alan could react, Dan fumbled for his fallen wand, grasped it firmly, stuck it into the air above their bodies and intoned strongly, “Accio lube”.

The glass bottle hit the wall but didn’t shatter, falling down on the pillow instead. They both started then laughed. Dan said, “Guess we’re definitely in a porno”. Alan quirked a dark brow, “Indeed”, was all he said.

He looked up at Dan straddled over him, knees beside hips and extended arms with his hands punching the bed either side of Alan’s neck, his cock all hard and pointing down at his belly. For just a moment, he imagined all that cream spilling over him but drew out of that fantasy and purred up at his young lover, “Turn around and sit on my face, I want to fuck you with my tongue”. Dan made a strangled sound in his throat and turned like the good obedient boy he was.

Alan had his mouth fully open and his tongue shamelessly sticking out as his Danny obeyed him and wriggled his open hole over the tongue that was about to fuck it. All too soon, Dan was rocking gently as his insides were plumbed and he could feel his hole relax and let the evil tongue further in, he made to dip his head over the rampant cock mere inches from it and suck it but that disengaged his own arse from that tongue so he stilled himself and continued to rock.

He felt a hand under his arse-cheek pushing him upwards slightly until Alan’s tongue was all over his balls then he felt two wetted fingers slip inside him and press downwards. Dan yelped and pushed back down against Alan’s other hand still holding him slightly aloft wanting more fingers and deeper. He was going crazy with lust now and all over his torso he could feel rivulets of sweat pouring down him.

He was rapidly getting lost in all of this until he received a sharp slap on a buttock. He had to be told twice to lift off and his knees complained a bit, then Alan was rising from beneath him and gently ordering him to stay on his hands and knees as the older man climbed on the bed behind him. Dan felt the mattress dip and braced his arms at the elbows.

“What’s the spell, Danny?” came the dark murmur from behind him and Dan could feel the tip of Alan’s wand at this hole. “Lubricus”, he choked out and gasped as three fingers were shoved unceremoniously into him. He bore down on them and raised his backside higher, “Shit, Al, fuck me already”, he ground out between gritted teeth. For his pains he received another slap and was told to have patience.

Patience! Dan squeezed shut his eyes, his back arched up and he spread his thighs wide. He felt kisses and licks all along his spine and Alan told him, “Place both of your hands on the bedhead and brace yourself, young man, because I’m going to fuck you hard”. Dan was beyond words by this time and did as bid as silently as he could given that he was moaning and entreating like the big nellie pouf that he was.

At last! He screwed his face up at the intrusion into his rear end and rode out the pain as he was entered slowly. He bore down stoically on that huge length cramming into him until he felt his hole relax and the rest of the man’s cock slid into him.

Panting, Alan lay out along his back for a moment. Dan could feel the huffed breaths on his spine and ribs then muttered, “It’d be nice if you moved now”, but got another slap to his flank for his trouble. “If I move now, you delicious little sod, I’ll come far too soon and I want to fuck you very deeply, so shut up and wait for me”. He could feel the reverberations of the lad’s laughter through his own body and smiled against his back.

“Bossy top, aren’t you?” This earned him a bite to a shoulder blade and a tiny thrust that tapped his vitals really deeply. His groan was bone-deep and he hissed in a breath, clenched his teeth and tried to move himself but he was trapped by his lover’s weight over him. He was running with sweat, Alan was in him so deeply and if he didn’t move soon.....

Dan took a decision, and, shoving back with his hands and down with his arse, still full of cock, he pressed Alan back to sitting on his heels with Dan more or less in his lap. “Yesss”, he crowed as he started to ride up and down, “Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good in me”. Alan hissed behind him. He liked this position but it was murder on his knees even when Dan was not actually resting most of his weight on him but for now it felt bloody good sheathed to the hilt in Dan’s wet heat.

Gripping Dan’s hip to guide him with one hand, Alan had to lean back on the other in order to thrust up on Dan’s wicked down strokes. They both groaned as they met in the middle. Dan had one hand resting lightly on the headboard as he raised and lowered.....rose and fell, the other he used to grip his cock. His risings and fallings increased in speed. Alan’s knees were wearing out but he didn’t care, rammed so deep was he in his lover, his beautiful young lover, bouncing around on top of him. He could hear the moans turn to wails, turn to sobs then finally to short breaths with only the smallest note in them, then his cock was gripped hard by Dan’s convulsing arse, and with a low groan, Dan came all over....the bed....their pillows.....their thighs, Alan’s between his and splatters hit the wooden headboard.

In a fluid move, Alan sat back up, grabbed Dan around his waist, pushed up hard into that constricted channel and painted Dan’s insides with his own jism, huffing and gasping against Dan’s sweaty, heaving back.

They ‘oof’ed and ‘aaahh’ed as they moved and strained knees and backs adjusted, until they were lying side by side, facing each other, Dan half-curled up and Alan leaning up on an elbow with his other hand on Dan’s hip. They shared a lovely long flushed gaze into each other’s eyes. Dan smiled slowly, “You are an excellent fuck, Mr Rickman”. Alan laughed aloud at this; a rich warm satisfied sound. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr Radcliffe. Now, come here. You’re far too far away”.

Dan came and was enveloped in arms and kisses that stunned him. Call him a nellie if you will but he loved afterglows and the fact that he was queer meant he’d had all too few of them.....but not with this guy, not with his Alan.

Whoa! Where did that come from? His?

Right then he didn’t care. He just let those long pale arms go around him, let that wicked mouth devour his and knew he was in very heaven. He kissed back with fervour, knotted his own arms around this wonderful man and the pair of them drifted to sleep in this huge bed in this strange place feeling happy, replete and very close to something that neither of them dared name.

****

Morning came, as mornings do, all too soon. Dan was the first to wake. He looked upon his lover’s sleeping face and planted several light kisses on it. He knew he was doing it again with a new lover, chiding himself mentally for threatening to…..fall…so quickly. He should know better by now not to confuse the issue however incendiary the sex and he groaned softly as he let himself be wrapped by sleepy arms pulling him close. He was asleep again in moments.

By the time he woke again, his bladder ached and the bed was cold and empty beside him. Pulling his gown around him, he winced as his feet hit the stone floor, at least Alan had lit a fire but Dan still lifted his feet high as he tiptoed across the expanses of cold stone into the bathroom.

He sniggered as he took it all in. Oh, yes, they were definitely in a naughty story, as if the big rug, the deep sofa, the roaring fires and the huge bed weren’t already giveaways, then the bathroom clinched it. A huge bathtub and a shower big enough for two.....it seemed Hogwarts didn’t stint it’s masters’ accommodations, not in these sorts of tales anyhow, and Dan let out a low whistle as he adjusted his specs on his nose. Now if only the place wasn’t so damned cold all the time....

Washing his hands after using the loo, Dan gazed at his face in the mirror, half-expecting it to speak to him as mirrors did in the books and movies but this one stayed resolutely a plain circle of reflective glass. At least the water was hot that he splashed over his face. He fancied getting Alan in this shower later... He was drying his hands when the sound of voices drifted to him from the lounge and he went to investigate. Alan was on the couch with a book, a side table next to him held a tray of food and tea and in the fireplace was the green-tinged bearded face of the headmaster who spotted him immediately.

“Good morning, Daniel. I trust you slept well?” Dan nodded at the green head and couldn’t stifle a yawn, “Very well, yes thank you, the rooms are very comfortable if a little cold” A laugh came from the grate, “Ah, yes, the famous Hogwarts chill, this is why warming charms were invented, allow me to teach you a few later. Now, I’m glad you two are both here for there is something I wish to ask of you. I tried to firecall you last night but you had already retired. Were either of you aware of anything through your respective Marks last night?”

The lovers glanced at each other and shrugged then turned back to the fireplace. Alan spoke first, “No, sir. I felt nothing although perhaps I was.....a little distracted”. Dan laughed, “As was I but if I recall correctly, if we are being communicated to by Voldemort than it causes great pain, yes? May I ask why you want to know?”

The old man closed his eyes for a moment then sighed, “May I come through, gentlemen?” Alan and Dan smiled at each other, bracing themselves, “Yes, of course you may”, Alan replied and they still flinched as Albus Dumbledore loomed out of the flames and stepped into the room, flicking small billows of ash from his shoulders and took in the sight of the relaxed looking young men before him then smiled widely at them for a moment before his expression sobered.

“I have good news and bad news, boys. The good news is that you do not seem to have your links with the Dark Lord. The bad news is that he struck a muggle village last night, killed seven men, tortured and raped their wives before killing them and he has kidnapped eight of their fourteen children. For this he had help and many Death-Eaters were in the vicinity, therefore I believe he will have tried to Summon Severus at the very least, and an atrocity of that magnitude he will have almost certainly passed to Harry via his scar. Of course Aurors were called but the fight was vicious, the Ministry lost two of it’s finest and Voldemort lost four. Of course he’s going to want to know where you are, Alan, he may come after you, he takes a dim view of non-obedience, so we have to keep you safe. Dan, as usual, these tactics are all about weakening you, seeing innocents slaughtered meaninglessly, he knows it hurts Harry’s big heart”.

Dan gasped, “With all due respect, sir, it hurts me to hear this too, I am no monster sir, and I have virtually no magic, so that hurt is compounded by knowing there’s little or nothing I can do about it, certainly as a magic wielder. I did archery and fencing at school and I can do a little taekwondo and judo. I’m strong, I can fight but this isn’t what your people need, is it?”, Dan was quite amazed at what was coming out of his mouth but all of it was true. He took a number of disciplines that helped him use his body fluently as an actor. “Surely he will find out at some point that me and Alan are just muggles....”, Dan shivered, “Then won’t it be pointless coming after us? I mean the prophecy is kaput anyway?”

Dumbledore slowly shook his head, “I’m afraid not. I cannot let Voldemort know at this time that his two greatest enemies are now dead, not unless I want him to come marching into Hogwarts and take it by storm. You know there was no-one else that could take him on?” Dan was starting to get edgy, he wished he knew where all this was going.

“Yes, I know about the prophecy, sir, and I know that it was Harry that had to fulfil it, but in actual fact, wasn’t he one of two possibles for that role?” “Indeed, young Dan, you did prepare well for your role”, for a moment, Albus was all avuncular schoolmaster, then his voice hardened, “But Mr Longbottom has never been prepared for it”. Dan spluttered in rising anger, “That’s all very well, but he’s a damned sight more prepared for it than I am!”

Alan stepped in, “Headmaster, I see the reasons that you may have for pretending your crack team are still alive but they aren’t. What happens at the final remove if one of us faced this arch-wizard on some bloody battlefield? We all die anyway. I really do not know what we can do for you”. Dumbledore’s eyes hardened still further and his mouth disappeared into his beard, “It will buy us a little time”, he snapped, “And we need time. There are a few that I have informed as to our predicament. We cannot even be seen to be mourning their passing, for Merlin’s sake. We all loved those men very dearly”, the old man’s voice was on the verge of breaking.

Dan suddenly felt a bit of a shit. These people had just lost their only hope of survival. Of course they needed to regroup. He tentatively suggested, “We should meet secretly with the people you’ve told, tell them our truth, let them see that we are not the warriors, show them the newspaper. I’m so sorry all this has happened. How will you handle this?”

Dumbledore finally sank into a chair and sunk his head into a hand, “I really don’t know”, he whispered, and Dan and Alan heard a man at a total loss with the fate of a whole people in his hands. Alan ventured, “So we need to be kept out of the way for a while so you chaps can think up something else? Maybe train up this Longbottom chap? But meanwhile, we are.....perhaps suffering from something.....some weird magical malady that renders us unable to feel Voldemort through our Marks and we are being hidden and treated here for fear of attacks in our weakened states. A tiny rumour starts....but is foiled when distantly taken photographs of us are printed in the media, showing us out and about, shopping, walking in the countryside, etc., so folk are confused. There are your saviours, shopping in Diagon Alley, buying books etc even while the rumour spreads. We may not be able to do magic much, but by golly, we can act, can’t we Dan? We can buy you some time but we just can’t fight”. For this, Dan launched himself at Alan and kissed his cheek.

Dumbledore smiled craftily, “Yesssss”, he drawled slowly, “A rumour about midnight training.....hmmmmm. I take it, Daniel, that you have finished your schooling?” Dan nodded, “Aye, left at sixteen, wasn’t that good at it, to be honest. I have a slight learning disability, too, so I’d rather not go back into school if you don’t mind...suppose we make this malady catching?”

“All right, I’ll have to talk with Madam Pomfrey and pick her brains as to maladies, and having it transmissible will also serve to keep your ‘friends’ at a remove too, Dan”. Dan winced, “They don’t even know that Harry is dead, do they?” Dumbledore shook his head. Dan continued, “They should, you know. Don’t you trust them? One look at me and they’d know I’m not their mate. God, they’re going to hurt when they find out; even more so when they find out they’ve been lied to, even if it is in a bigger cause, they’re only young”.

Dumbledore sighed, “I may be a wizard and a powerful one at that, Daniel, but I am but a man, too, and as such, I suffer all the weaknesses of man. I am trying to do the best I can when all of our best-laid plans have now been laid waste. With those two, we had a real chance, our only chance, really, but we have to think of something else now, and, no, I cannot in all conscience involve Ron or Hermione at this stage, so for now, it is best that they do not know the truth. In two days, I would like to bring a few people to meet you. They are from the Order of the Phoenix and they are people I can trust. May I have your permission to bring them here, say, two nights from now at about eight o’clock?”

The lovers glanced at each other then nodded, “Yes, we should meet them”, Alan said, “Will the werewolf be of their number?” Albus’ eyebrows rose, “Indeed he will. I forget that you already know so much about our world, but, yes, Remus will be here. May I ask why?” Alan smiled slightly, “He will be able to sniff us out immediately with his heightened senses, will he not?” Dan interjected, “Won’t he be hurt that I am an interloper and that his godson is dead?”

Albus frowned, “Godson? No. Sirius was your godfather, Daniel, sorry, Harry’s godfather. Why do you think Remus filled that role for Harry? To my knowledge, he looked out for the boy but there was never a formalised relationship between them”. Dan blushed, “Erm, some of the stories I’ve read have Remus take over as Harry’s godfather, erm, sort of. Sorry, my mistake”, though he mentally noted the point. No godfather.

A silence hung between them for a moment until Alan spoke up “Headmaster, I recall your comment that you didn’t seem to be sure whether Harry and Severus had become lovers and you wondered at it’s relevance anyway”, the man frowned, thinking hard, then continued, “I think that it is of some significance as Dan and I had only just become lovers too, though, with no shelter for them at the foot of that tower and in such a driving storm, it seemed an odd spot to tryst in”.

Dumbledore finally admitted, “They had been on a mission. They were looking for one of the Horcruxes, the artefacts containing pieces of Voldemort’s soul. We had heard news that they had found the cup and were on their way back to Hogwarts. I was awaiting them in my office when I felt the wards around the perimeter chime and I rushed outside in the storm. There I found you two under a large chunk of rock, naked but for Severus’ cloak over you. All I know from the Aurors’ readings was that they were at that spot before you two were and they had with them a Dark artefact, probably bringing it back here to destroy it, then something happened, and it seemed as if they passed into your world and you into ours. We are at a loss to explain it, I’m afraid and the Aurors are also no nearer an explanation”.

They seemed to be at an impasse for now. The headmaster stood and took his leave from them, “You may go out into the grounds at night and get some fresh air if you like, boys, but, please, only after midnight as I can’t risk anyone seeing you at this time. Forgive me, we may be able to organise more freedoms for you soon, but please bear with us. Those in the know have had a terrible shock and we need a little time to regroup. For now, I’ll bid you good day”, and with that, he stepped into the fire and vanished in a column of green smoke.

****

“We need clothes!”, Dan exclaimed, pacing to and fro around Severus Snape’s sitting room. Fifteen steps one way then an abrupt turn on his heel then fifteen paces the other. He liked these big rooms but needed some fresh air. “Correction, I need clothes, Severus’ all fit you”. Alan smirked as he buttoned up an undercoat just like the one that the costume department had fashioned for him, only this cloth was so much better, a cashmere blend, he guessed. Selecting an over-cape, he flung it around his shoulders and preened before the full-length mirror in Severus’ bedroom. Dan came up behind him, still naked, and threaded his arms around Sev....no, Alan, from behind.

“You look fucking edible”, he murmured, “And I have a wardrobe full of baggy cast-offs somewhere. Nice”. Alan suggested that he call the house-elf and request Harry Potter’s trunk from his dormitory. Dan nodded and called Dobby who was only too happy to oblige and in moments, Dan had a selection of baggy rags to choose from but it was some of the other things in Harry’s trunk that caught his eye. “Oh, wow, the Marauder’s Map. Cool”. He tapped it with his wand and said, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good”, and was amazed as the map began to form. With wide eyes, Dan and Alan bent their heads over it and watched it as it appeared.

For now the issue of Dan’s clothing was forgotten as they studied the Map intently, picking up names of people they knew. “Hey, there’s Tom”, Dan exclaimed as the footprints and fluttering name tag of Draco Malfoy made it’s way from the Astronomy tower to the Herbology greenhouses. Classes must be changing.

They looked for themselves and found rather chillingly the names of ‘Harry Potter’ and ‘Severus Snape’ cosily ensconced in Severus’ rooms. “Bloody hell, even the bloody map thinks we’re them”, Alan muttered. Dan turned to Alan, “We’re gonna have to be part of this ruddy battle, aren’t we?” They stayed silent after this for a while, though both of them thought the same thing: yes.

Further rummaging amongst Harry’s belongings threw up schoolbooks, his broom and a length of slithery silver cloth that Dan whooped to see, “Oh. My God. This is the invisibility cloak, isn’t it?”, he said in an awed voice drawing it carefully from the trunk. “I’ve so got to try this on”, and he ran to the bathroom. Alan heard the shrieks clearly enough and got up to investigate. No-Dan stood in the bathroom before the full-length mirror, “I’m really invisible. I can’t see myself in the mirror. Oh, wow, this cloak is so cool”.

Alan barked, “Keep it on and turn to the mirror”, in a low voice. Dan felt a tingle up his spine. He stilled his movements and simply stood, “Okay. Why?” Alan stretched out his hands and felt the air until they impacted on warm cloth then he knew where Dan was and came up close behind him. He glanced in the mirror, he could see his own head from half-way up, he could see his hands trace the outline of the arms beneath the cloak but he couldn’t see the rest of himself just an area of nothingness that his hands explored the outer edges of.

His hands disappeared from the reflection and he inched the back of the cloth upwards, revealing the baggy jeans that Dan had climbed into, the legs in them slightly apart. When the cloth was raised high enough to see the apex of those parted lags he pressed his body into them from behind and his other hand between them seeking out Dan’s balls beneath the worn blue cloth. “I want to take your jeans off and see nothing of your legs. You will be a hole that I’m going to fuck and I want you to turn sideways until I can see my cock, my very hard cock disappear into the nothing that I’m fucking. You should still be quite open from the fucking I gave you last night, shouldn’t you?”

His only reply was a groan which was hardly surprising as he was palpating Dan’s balls. “Undo your pants and push them down”, he gently commanded and smiled when he heard the burr of the zip and the snap of the top button, Dan couldn’t wait to be naked under this cloak and be fucked again by his man. His man.

He shivered at the low tone in Alan’s voice and slid his jeans down, kicking them off each foot and out of the circle of the cloak. “I’m turning sideways on to the mirror”, he announced then blushed under the cloak at how raspy and needy his voice sounded. Alan turned with him and asked, “Can you see us both? Can you see how the fronts of this gown are almost parting over my dick, I’m so hard for you?”, there was a rustle but no reply, “Can you see it, Dan? I want you to see me fucking you”. Dan croaked, “No”.

He was roughly moved. He had an oblique view and if he twisted slightly, oh, yeah, just like that. He watched as Alan parted the folds of his gown letting his very erect cock out and, upon seeing it in the mirror, hard, oozing and wanting him, Dan groaned and licked his lips, “Lube me up and have me, I’m prob’ly still wet for you”, made Alan moan and lower his lashes.

He fumbled under the cloak with both hands, one containing his wand and swiftly oiled up his fingers, plunging them to the hilt in his delicious young lover who cried out aloud at the intrusion. “Yes. Fuck. More. I won’t fucking break”. Alan squeezed his eyes shut and revelled in this, no, the lad wouldn’t break, and this was so intoxicating to the older man. In his whole life, no-one had taken him as this beautiful boy took him....to the hilt, to the fucking roots.

And loved it so much.

Alan pushed up the cloak just enough to see a tantalising bit of each rounded firm buttock as he slid his dick between them and was buried to the pubis in a single thrust. Dan howled and bore down. Yes! No pain! Just the delicious fullness of Alan deep inside him. “God, move”, he ordered breathlessly, it was damned hot under that cape.

He got a slap to his hip that made Alan bury himself even deeper, “Shut up, you impatient whelp. Let me enjoy being buried in your hot little arse. I will fuck you and hard, make no mistake about that. If we could apparate within this building, I think I’d be taking you over my potions bench right about now”, all said in the deepest voice that made poor Dan almost sob he was so hard but he didn’t touch himself, he just bent forwards, his hands on his thighs trying to get Alan to go deeper still.

His hips were gripped in iron fists and Alan whipped in and out pretty hard almost turning Dan inside out. The burn made him gasp out, “More lube, please, unless you want to hurt me”. It was the emphasis on ‘hurt’ that slightly disturbed Alan so with his fingers around the base of his own cock, he whispered the spell, then thrust in and out shallowly a few times to spread the slippery unguent inside his lover.

Dan braced himself though he feared toppling forwards and was anchored firmly by the grabbing hands of his lover bruising his hips. Alan set a punishing pace, now thrusting hard, keeping an eye on himself on the mirror while Dan had to give that up in the effort of staying upright. Sweat was pouring off him under the cloak. He couldn’t wank himself as he needed both hands to brace himself. He was speared repeatedly, now wet and slick then he bent forwards just a little bit more and on the next thrust saw stars.

Fuck. That was it. He felt his neglected cock start to thicken as Alan punished his prostate and he could vaguely hear the sounds he emitted on the apex of each thrust, as Alan filled him the most. He locked his elbows, letting his head drop beneath the cloak as Alan sped up. Dan could feel that monumental length thicken inside him and he clamped his arse hard around it and was rewarded by being held hard against Alan’s lower belly and he felt every last spurt of cum deep inside him.

He let the cloak fall off over his head and just stood there with trembling legs, bent double at the waist with shaking arms holding both of them up as Alan flopped over his back for a moment. As a fantasy it hadn’t really worked for him. He was half-hard and hadn’t come yet. He felt hot and sticky and slightly frustrated.

Alan eventually eased out of him and turned him lifting Dan into his arms. He trembled as he held him and felt the leaking still-half-hard cock against his leg. “That didn’t do it for you?” He felt Dan shake his head, “It was too hot under the cloak and I felt like I was going to topple forwards all the time. I had to concentrate too hard on staying on my feet”.

Raising Dan’s face to his own with a finger, Alan kissed him, long and sweet. “Thank you for indulging an old man’s fantasy, love”. Dan’s face lit up at this, “Yeah, no problem, but I’d love to get horizontal right now and have you give me one of your amazing blow-jobs”. Alan growled through his feral grin and backed his lover up until he bumped him into the back of the sofa. “Hold on tight”, he ordered and sank to his knees. Dan whimpered.

They had only gone a couple of steps and when Dan ventured to open his eyes he could still see in the mirror only he couldn’t see Alan’s mouth on him unless.....”Turn around slightly....to your left....that’s it, move your legs, turn your body a bit.....wow, that’s fucking hot. Oh crap, I want to fuck your face so bad, look at us in the mirror, shit! So damned hot”.

Alan had to agree as he let his glance flick to one side. They were in perfect profile. Alan made a complete meal of Dan as the lad’s hips twitched and his glasses fogged. He groaned as Alan popped his mouth off and started to wank him. “Watch us in the glass, Dan. I’m going to make you come all over my face with my mouth open to catch as much as I can. Watch us love. Watch”. And Dan did. And was wanked. And came hard, his back convulsing as he jetted strings of white all over his lover’s face and hair, watching as globs of it hit Alan’s tongue. Fuck yeah! He loved the mirror action but not the cloak. Chalk up two points to experience. They both fell over the back of the sofa into the seat in each other’s arms and held on tight. Right now, Dementors, hell, Voldemort himself could drop down the chimney like ruddy Santa but neither of them would have cared. Dan tasted his emission on Alan’s tongue as they kissed and all was right with their world.

For now.


Hi all, the Squig here. This is a bit of a departure for me as I usually write FPSlash. Please review or comment. Many Thanks. S2