He'd laid awake most nights, jerking off to those images of Snape. His sneer in the moonlight. How he felt around him. The taste of his cum, the sting of his scratches. He'd had to get rid of that image. He'd fucked two girls that week. Both had left him empty. Nothing compared to what he and Snape had done. What had Snape done to him? Cursed him? Infected him?

He felt those stares all week. And he had his own back, he'd been tempted more then once to pull Snape into a bathroom stall and fuck his brains out again. Leave him dripping with his cum for his next classes. So he'd know who owned his ass.

Then James wanted to take Snape for walk. He could'nt say no to him? So. He just walked behind him. At least he could keep it from getting out of hand.