[Weird Emotion Challenge - Prompt: 'Opia' The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eyes which feels invasive and vulnerable.] [Warning: my OTP Black/Snape Sirius/Severus has now been dubbed by me as 'BlackOpium' because of its intensity and extreme lovehate explosion. I warn you, Black Opium is hot. And if you don't ship it now, click back button on this chapter, back away now before the high grade drug takes its affect on you too. I will ship this til the murderous, opium addicted end. You have been warned.]

[Song: Black Cherry - Goldfrapp]

Black Opium

"All my world in one grain And I've blown it" - Goldfrapp

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It was hard to look at the black haired Marauder's silver eyes, yet it was hard to look away. They seemed drawn to each other like magnets, of hate, heat, fire and intensity...and je ne sais quoi.

Sirius Black, his mortal enemy, was always on his mind, like a plague he couldn't get rid of. Like a shadow that followed him and rubbed him up in all the wrong places, when Snape thought he was alone at night and over him. And yet—still—he'd be thinking of him.

Snape gripped his fists over his wand. He really hated this joker, with his fucking pranks and rudeness and upperclass aristocracy and wealth that was so in your face. Just like his tight fucking pressed pants that had to show off his...fuck it. Fuck him. Aggh.

It was too much to take. Snape longed for the days when he was just obsessed with Lily and he didn't have to have this dual burden of being occupied by this madman too. Sirius would rip him to pieces, or send him again to be shredded by his canine wolf friend Remus, if he ever got the chance.

Sirius was dangerous. Delinquent. Inbred. Posh. Maddening.

Snape raised his wand with trembling hands.

"Sirius I hate you so much, I want to smash your face in and rip out all your pretty hair."

Sirius, sensing the impending danger from his old foe, backed away from him. But they were trapped together in the small hallway and barely a few feet away from each other.

"I should rip your pretty hair out. I should make you pay, Black," Severus muttered as he stepped closer and closer to the other man.

Sirius stumbled back into the stone wall and felt his own long, black hair protectively. Vanity, and fear, shone in the Marauder's silver eyes. "Snape...please don't hurt me."

Severus grinned his shit-talking grin that just loved the excuses the black-haired prankster made. "No, Sirius, you've gone too far now. You've teased me past the point of no return."

Severus paused to trace his wand up Sirius's robes, exposing some of his chest and the light muscles that were there.

Why did he hate and worship this scoundrel so much at the same time? There was no other word to describe Black. He was a scoundrel, and an arsewipe who would probably burn down his house for fun if he thought it was a good prank.

After all, he tried to kill him once in the moonlight, and Sirius still thought it was hilarious that Remus tried to kill him.

"Tell me Black, does it still amuse you that you tried to get me killed once, or has your bloodlust finally cost you now that you're cornered?"

Sirius swallowed thickly and tried not to look too deliriously happy, though whenever Severus mentioned any of his pranks, Sirius's couldn't help the smirk that came across his face.

It was really almost amusing how Sirius had to visibly struggle not to laugh at inappropriate times like these. Though if Severus told him that his grandmother died, he had no doubt Sirius Black—inbred delinquent that he was—would begin to laugh like it was a joke.

"It amuses you, Black, doesn't it, to know one of your pranks almost cost me my life?"

He dug the wand into Sirius's throat and again he heard the richer boy swallow audibly.

"Depends." Sirius said as he threw back his long hair in that way that always distracted him. "Maybe it has brought us together, in a way?"

Severus narrowed his eyes. "Right. If you count me wanting to kill you back for it." He teased a breath into his ear. "I could use semptumseptra again, I could slice you from piece to piece til you bled to death at my feet.

Sirius raised his eyes to his. "But you won't, you don't actually want that from me."

Severus felt his heartbeat grow louder. It was true, and damn it, he couldn't stand the smug look Black got in his eyes whenever he realized that Snape couldn't really hurt him. But before he could let the Marauder get closer, he violently pushed Sirius back into the wall.

He growled a warning into his ear. "Enough. Enough, Sirius. I don't know what mind games you are playing with me, but it's got to stop."

He shoved the other boy into the wall again before swiftly marching off, back to the Dungeons.

He heard Sirius's mocking laughter behind him. It only made him hotter, his heartbeat go faster.

His robes were tented.

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Bloody fucking Black, he'd probably felt it through his robes.

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a/n-If anyone else writes Black/Snape let me know, I'd love to read it. thanks