heyhey everybody. so I got enough comments on Silence to push me to write a sequel (or whatever this is going to be). I'm easily swayed... You don't really need to have read Silence to get this, I mean, it's basic: Severus/Sirius full of angst and confusion and foul language with some sprinkles of fucking every now and then. But I'd love it if you did read it!! It's my personal fav ;
Enjoy!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Severus shuffled to the back of the library, bag hanging over one shoulder, gripping his text tight to his chest. He ignored the stares and grimaces that passed his way as he walked, and came to his corner of the library. It was dark, quiet, hidden behind the bookshelves and tables. He was out of sight of everyone and slipped the bag to the floor, buckles lightly clanging against the stone. He leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, outstretching his legs and placed his books on his knees before crossing his arms and staring at the bookshelf before him. Mages Vol. 3.5, Maging and You Vol. 1, Magingness and Me Vol. 4.7.
"Who writes this shit?" he muttered to himself. Squeezing his eyes shut, he ran his hands through his hair and over his face before sighing and pulling a scroll from his bag. He glanced at it a moment in his hand before placing it beside him and pulled out another scroll, unrolling it atop the bag to reveal an essay he was quite proud of. He pushed that aside, digging through his bag with one hand blindly, finally finding a quill and ink. Pushing everything to one side, he pulled his books up to his thighs and unrolled the original parchment.
He sighed, infuriated, as he skimmed the roll.
Severus, I should apologize for that horrible prank the guys pulled on you.
Blah blah blah…..
I admit I tried stopping them, you should believe me. They haven't been the most accepting since they found out.
He grimaced. And so on it went for the next few sentences.
Severus had given up thinking on the situation a few weeks back when he accepted Sirius again. Something in that boy's voice told him to stop and that things really would be okay from now on. What a foolish thought that was. It wasn't like just because he and Sirius were shagging that he gained immunity from their jeers. Sirius had to play along to make it look like his feelings had subsided for the Slytherin. And so on and so on… Then Sirius would find him in the evenings studying in a corner of the castle and assure him that he didn't mean any of it, that he had to do what they did because hell, he was practically the leader. The more difficult thing was rejecting the girls who flocked to him after dinner every night. He had to skip out and run off, making "studying" excuses, or that he was tired, or that he needed tutoring. The Marauders never asked, they just let Sirius go as he pleased. Sirius always told Severus that they didn't suspect anything but Severus thought differently. He pleaded Sirius once to stop it all and let him be so they wouldn't be found out or rediscovered.
He loosened his tie, pulling out the knot and stroked the quill with his thumb before dipping it in the ink and replying.
Stop dropping notes in my bag. It'll be suspicious.
As always you're forgiven.
Stop being a jackass.
Severus
Short, sweet, and to the point. He'll leave this in their potted pot later which Sirius will then find, read, and hopefully not reply.
Rolling it back up and replacing the contents of his bag, he headed for rest.
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Hey. Snivellus. Yo, wake the fuck up.
He felt a sharp jab in his side and grumbled, flipping over on the Slytherin common room sofa. He opened his eyes and scowled when he saw Black kneeling on the floor before him.
"How the hell did you get in here, Black?"
"You told me the password, remember?"
Shit shit shit… Why did he tell him again? Ugh… the promise of a blowjob was it?
Groggily he pushed himself up and swung his legs forward. Sirius gripped his knees and cocked his head, smiling up at him.
"What?"
"It's your birthday. I got you something." He slid back and up to sit on the cocktail table before Severus, rifling through his pockets to pull out a small box and handed it to him who took it warily.
He eyed Sirius a moment, now completely stoic save for a small smirk across his lips. Then he opened the box, tossing the lid aside and peered down into his palms. The little box contained a powder not readily available to students because of its qualities and potency.
"Stolen?"
"Your point is?" He smiled, watching Severus drop his face an inch or so to smell the contents.
He replaced the lid, setting it aside and stood, staring down at Sirius.
"So? You going to thank me?" Sirius smiled cockily and stood, brushing a finger across Severus' jawline.
He stepped aside so as to not be caught between the Gryffindor and the sofa and glanced back sideways, pushing the hair out of his eyes to see him fully.
A hand stuffed into his pocket, Sirius swayed slightly back and forth watching Severus watch him. He loved it when the stared at him like that for some reason. Completely unemotional but nonthreatening. It usually meant something good was going to come.
But not today…
"I'd rather not, Black," he muttered, scratching an invisible itch on his cheek with one finger. "Besides, why should I?"
"Who ever said you'd be doing anything?!" He took a step forward, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops and bent forward slightly towards Severus. "It's your birthday."
"How did you know?"
"I asked Dumbledore."
"What?!" He felt like punching the bastard. It was bad enough the Headmaster had caught them in his office those few weeks back, but to bring it up again? "You could have asked me," he seethed.
"I suppose," he replied. In one swift movement, Sirius pounced forward, gripping Severus' waist and pulled him in tight for a deep hungry kiss.
He tried protesting, snaking his arms up Sirius' chest to push him back, but to no avail. Sirius only kissed him harder, pushing the anger out of his mind, subduing him gradually. Severus allowed him to pry his mouth open with his tongue, relaxing into his kiss and tight hold, eventually responding and trailing his hands to his belt. Sirius pulled back for air, looking at the blushing Slytherin with half-lidded eyes.
"I didn't think you wanted to," he whispered.
Severus immediately broke away, taking a step back. "Get out of here, Black. I don't need the whole house hearing you here."
"Well a spell would work, you know…"
"No! Get out," he seethed.
Sirius could only shrug slightly and walk past Severus, rustling his hair on the way. He'd shag him again soon enough even if he resisted…