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FIC: THE REWARDS OF PATIENCE...Neville fic...slash, smex and NC-17
I have one question.

Why didn't any of you tell me how fun it is to write a Dominant and Top Neville?  Shame on you for keeping that a secret..LOL

Title: The Rewards of Patience
Character Pairing: Neville/?
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1926
Summary:  Professor Longbottom has a final exam for a ‘private’ student.   Established relationship.

Warnings:  Dom Nev, roleplay, rough but consensual sex, dirty talk, use of a toy.  EWE
Author's Notes:  Characters are both over the age of consent (18)
Disclaimer: Not blonde, not british, not rich.  Just playing for fun.

“Miss Nott, my eyes are up here.”   Neville shot a glare to Cho that mostly kept her from laughing.  As Theresa Nott left the greenhouse, his associate gave in to merry, and to Neville’s ears, mocking laughter.  “I told you..”

“So, yes I know.” He sighed.  “Was it always this bad?”                                                   

She smiled softly and squeezed his shoulder.  “Not really, but then most of our teachers weren’t all that attractive.”  That was all she was going to say, in the short week they had been colleagues she had learned that he was still uncomfortable with compliments.  But, what she wouldn’t have given for a Professor like Neville.  It amused her that students now couldn’t countenance the thought of a chubby Professor Longbottom.  Their imaginations locked on broad shoulders, strong thighs, and a solid grip.   Add to that a lovely smile and the rakish air that scar gave him, and she could understand why his new older charges were infatuated.  The younger ones too, but that was more to do with his gentle way with them.  Possibly he remembered what it was like not to feel confident and have teachers who aggravated that condition, she mused.

No matter, the fact was she had advised him not to allow private interviews in his office with students and this latest contretemps in the Greenhouse would be the proof of that argument.  “So?”

“So, you’re right.  No office hours except here in the Greenhouse where anyone can see in.” He glanced at his watch.  “Except for one; a private student that I have an appointment with later this evening, which should give me plenty of time to mark the first year’s essays..”  Something about that smile made Cho decide not to question that decision.  Lucky student

He’d never admit it to the other Professors but he got a sense of satisfaction from having all the essays marked before he left for the weekend. Neville much preferred not to have his professional life intrude upon his private one.   So it was with a gratified smile that he graded the last one and cleared his desk.  Just in time too, he reflected, for his student was prompt, but tardiness had never been one of his failings.  Being easily distracted however was; but a few innovative if unconventional motivational techniques had done wonders.    Propping up his feet on the desk, he noticed that while the boy allowed his gaze to wander up from the boots in need of a polish to Neville’s thighs, he didn’t pause in his approach.

“I finished re-potting the honking daffodil, sir.” Politeness was another of the boy’s strengths.

“Did you now? Wait here while I inspect your work.”  Neville left the office and found the assigned work table.  The boy had done a good job, not as well as Neville would have done perhaps but certainly above average.  Returning to his office he noticed his pupil was still standing.  That was good too.  It showed a lack of presumption.

“I am quite pleased with your progress Lad.  That is much better.  See what you can accomplish with patience?”  Neville felt proud for him and thought the boy should feel the same.

“Yes sir.”

“And the other issue?” Neville asked.

“Sir?”

The inability to control that blush might be considered a failing, or not.  It depended, he supposed.  On the whole, he rather liked it.  Regaining his place behind his desk, he once more propped his feet up and leaned back. “Look at me boy; it’s only polite to look at the people you are speaking to.”

The young man did as he was bidden but unlike with Miss Nott, Neville felt no need to reprimand him from not looking at his face.  “The other issue we were working on, how have you succeeded in controlling that impulse.”

The boy’s blush deepened and Neville felt his trousers become uncomfortably neat.  A fact he took no pains to conceal from his charge.

Finally Neville’s student found his tongue.  “Yes sir, I’ve been good. Haven’t touched myself.”

“For how long?” This was the real test.

“All week,” and the blond man raised his eyes. “I’m not like some.”

“Some? Who would be ‘some’?”

The younger man met Neville’s gaze and didn’t blink.  “Some students who go to their dorms at night and think about you; touch themselves and pretend it’s you.”

“I see.” Perhaps Cho was right, and he really didn’t want to think about that Neville decided.  Especially when there were so many other tempting things to consider at the moment.  “And you don’t?”

“No sir, why touch myself when if I’m good I can have the real thing?” He looked at his teacher hopefully.

“Possibly, but I’ll have to verify how good you’ve been. There’s more than one way of touching yourself, you know.” He patted his desk and raised an eyebrow.  Neville was quite pleased when the boy came to the desk and gracefully leaned over it without further instruction.  Lifting the robes up to reveal a lovely high, firm and pert little arse, Neville sank to his knees and smirked.  Tapping the base of the plug firmly and watching the boy writhe from the sensation, Neville gently pulled it halfway out before pushing it back in. “Yes, I think it has remained in place.  Very good boy, you didn’t play with that either.  I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?  What should I give you, do you think?”

The younger man considered and Neville could tell from his hesitation that he knew this was the final test.  “Whatever you decide on sir.  You know best what would make us both happiest.”

Neville ran his hand along the curve of that delicious arse and nodded.  “Very good boy, you’ve learned your lessons well.  See what patience will bring you?”  But Neville’s own capacious patience was finally running out.   Hastily undoing the flies of his trousers and pushing them and his boxers down in one movement, he grasped his prick with one hand. Knowing the boy was stretched just enough to take him but not so much as he wouldn’t feel it,  Neville yanked the plug out of the boy’s arse and replaced it in one solid thrust with his own cock.   Wrapping an arm around his partner he pulled him up and back, seating himself deeper in that velvet channel.  Stilling his movements, and kissing the smaller man’s neck, he breathed hotly in his ear: “Say ‘when’ boy, but know what you’re getting.”

And damn the boy, if he didn’t push back and wriggle his arse around Neville’s aching cock.  “And what am I gonna get, sir?”

Neville sank his teeth into the slender neck, until a dark bloom began to form.  Laving it with his tongue, he vowed to mark the other side as well.  His.  “You’re going to get fucked, Boy.  Fucked until you’re begging me to let you come, and if, only if you beg very prettily will I let you.  Understand?”

Neville didn’t need to hear the words; the nodding head would have been enough, but those words... “Yes sir, I understand.  Yours, all yours to take, to fuck.  Just yours.”

He ground his cock into his boy, making circles with it.  “Mine.  No one gets to touch this” and he emphasized that word with a sharp slap, “except me.” He pushed his lover down, gently but firmly and pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was barely sheathed by the boy underneath him.  “Do you know what I’m going to do now, boy?”

Cheeks flushed a delectable shade of pink, one that Neville vowed to make the other set match before the night was over, the boy answered: “What, sir?”

Neville growled, gripping those slim hips hard enough that he knew a mark would remain after. “Gonna drive myself home boy.  That’s what this arse is; tight, hot, mine and home.  This belongs to me.  You belong to me baby, don’t you?” With that, not waiting for an answer he already knew anyway, Neville plunged forward shafting the younger man fully with his cock.  Neville groaned at the tight heat encasing him, and once more when his boy proved he’d learned the lesson by giving up full control to him.  Free now, and knowing he was trusted to give them both what they needed, he gripped the slender waist and began shafting his boy in earnest.  Slowly he pulled his cock out of his lover’s arse, to the point where the head was almost exposed, and then rammed it back inside as hard as he could. Once he was as deep as he could go, Neville gave a few short thrusts reaching down and stroking his lover’s hard, pretty cock.  God, he loved the sounds the boy made, all needy for him, the only intelligible word being ‘more’.  Fisting that lovely prick, he thrust harder and faster, unnoticing of the parchments fluttering to the floor.  “Beg me for it baby.”

The boy started babbling, stream of conscious. “Please sir, fuck me, wanna feel you in me all next week while you’re gone, want you so deep.  Need you sir, need you inside of me, now.

Neville bent lower so that his stubble was scraping against the smooth cheek of his lover. “Not till you come for me boy. Come now!”  On the final word he nipped at his boy’s shoulder, all but howling as the boy clenched around his pistoning shaft.  The clenching, rippling muscles surrounding him pushed him over the edge himself as he climaxed and emptied jets of come inside his boy.   He let his weight fall on the boy, knowing from experience that his lover enjoyed it and could take it.   Neville didn’t know how long he lay there just that it was long enough for their flesh to cool and for him to stroke his boy’s hair and face gently as they came down from their orgasms.   Finally, Neville gently pulled his softening cock out and gently set to work cleaning them up.  Tenderly, he lifted his lover and carried him to his chair, sitting down with him in his lap.  “You did good.”

“Made a mess though.  Suppose I should clean it up.” The thought was there, obviously, but the energy wasn’t as the blonde man rested his head against Neville’s chest.

“Nah, it can keep.  But I should get you home soon. Not just yet though. Tell me what you’ve done this week while I’ve been pining here for you.” A week was too long, he thought.  Granted it was better than it used to be when all the Professors had reside at the school for all of the term, but he would have never agreed to that.

“Not much. Did all my chores, practiced the Bach.  Madame Allegra says it’s coming along nicely.  Saw my folks, and yours.  Tended the garden.  Oh, changed the sheets and made dinner for tonight.  Not much else.  Except had a visitor.” Someone was getting his second wind, if the cheeky grin present was any indication.

“A visitor?” Neville made a show of frowning.  “Would I approve?”

“Don’t know. Maybe.  He was really fit, gave me a toy, even helped put it where it belonged.  Lost it somewhere though.”

Neville summoned the object on the floor, and held it up as if asking a question.”

“That’s it.  Sexy bloke he was, a Professor too.  Bet all the students are after him.”

Neville pulled Dennis closer and murmured. “Maybe, maybe not, but only one will ever get me.”