For Snape

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It was a little chillier down here than Ray had thought. He glanced the length of his body, checking one last time to make sure everything looked as it should and then leaned back on his elbows, gaze travelling to the basement door and fixing there.

He tried a sultry look but as soon as he imagined Asher standing there – and laughing - he became too self-conscious and covered himself with his hands, frowning. It took him another minute or two to pluck up the courage to aim a come hither expression at the door. Maybe if he rolled half onto his side and cocked a leg just so…

Nah, that just made him look like he needed the john.

Propping his head up on his hand, he sprawled seductively on the mattress and caressed the empty space beside him.

Chirp chirp.

“Shut up.”

Even the chick was judging him.

Things were going surprisingly well with Asher, so Ray had taken it upon himself to sneak down into the basement dorm and await his return. Naked. It might have made him look easy, but there was a time and a place for playing hard to get and he wasn’t feeling it right then. The entire plan was flawless.

Asher came in.

Asher saw Ray.

Asher joined Ray.

Ray had his wicked way.

Psyched up, the thought made him smile and that was what he directed at the door. “Time to unleash the Italian Stallion.”

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Snape's time on the island kept getting better and better. And by "better", of course, he really meant "worse".

It wasn't insulting enough to be stuck there, with no magic, and with Lily and James's stupid son running about, but he had to go and ask nicely for someone to give him a place to sleep. The basement room, he'd been assigned. He simply hoped that whomever he was stuck with down there would just mind their own business and leave him alone.

When he got down to the basement room, the door was closed. Snape took a deep breath and then pushed it open... and immediately regretted it.

His cheeks flushed a bit as he took sight of the situation. Of course, of course, there was a naked man sprawled across one of the beds. Why not? The room couldn't have been empty, or occupied by someone quietly reading or writing, could it? Of course not. Things like that didn't happen to Snape.

Snape cleared his throat, gathering his wits back about him. "No one told me this was part of the official island welcome," he said dryly, arms folded over his chest.