I know, I've waited too long to write another chapter. I wrote this in celebration of finally getting out of school! I hope you like it.
Someone was scratching in that perfect spot right behind his ear. Padfoot couldn't help himself from pushing closer to that wonderful hand as his leg started to twitch. This must be what heaven would be like. Those hands moved all along his body, rubbing in all the right places. He looked up with adoration into the deep, black eyes of his new hero.
With a jolt, Padfoot realized that the man petting him was none other than his childhood (okay, lifelong) nemesis, Snivellus. He thought of pulling away but then Snape touched that place on his spine that he could never reach. Closing his eyes, he decided to just enjoy the massage. As he rolled around on the sheet, begging the man to continue on forever, Padfoot tried to get as close to him as possible and ended up practically laying on him.
Without hesitation, Snape grabbed Sirius' head and attacked his mouth in the same sensual way that he had been stroking with his hands. The animagus thought for a moment that it was a bit weird that Snape would be into kissing dogs. With a start, he pulled back and looked down at himself. He was no longer a dog. He was very much a man, very much a naked man, a naked man in bed with Severus Snapeā¦naked.
His foe pulled him into another kiss and Sirius didn't resist. Snape had a talented tongue, marvelous really. He could have a circus performance with that tongue. Sirius would bet his Wizards and Their Wands magazine collection that Snape could do the tying-a-cherry-stem-in-a-knot-with-no-hands trick.
Gods, he could go on doing this all day. His hands came up and gripped dark flowing hair. Sirius was surprised to find that it really wasn't all that greasy. It was actually quite smooth. He groaned as Snape rolled them over and his weight settled on top of him.
As they rolled over again, Sirius moaned in disappointment as Snape pushed him away. He became panicked when he continued to push him. Sirius yelped as he felt himself falling.
With a whine, Padfoot opened his eyes to find himself on the cold, stone floor of the hospital wing. He glanced up to see the sneering face of Severus Snape glaring down at him. It was only a dream. He should have known Snape would never willingly kiss him. Padfoot tilted his head as he stared at those lips. As they began to move, he tried to focus on what was being said.
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing here you infernal idiot? Do you realize the repercussions of someone discovering a convicted murderer lounging about inside Hogwarts? You've always been such a selfish, immature, lazy excuse for man Black."
Those eyes bore into him, waiting for his rebuttal. Padfoot couldn't bear to change back into Sirius. Instead of feeling the familiar anger and excitement, Padfoot just felt hurt. No retaliation came to mind; he would rather lapse back into his dream than feel the shame of hearing those words from Snape. It meant something now. It wasn't just a game anymore; the words were real and they were sharp.
He lowered his head, unable to meet that intense gaze and afraid that Snape would see these new feelings. That would make it so much worse. If Severus knew that Sirius had less than cruel intentions for his rival, there would be hell to pay. Snape would use that to get revenge on him for all the pain caused when they were in school. Sirius knew it and now that he realized that Snape's hatred for him would never abate, misery began to settle.
Padfoot froze and looked up wide-eyed as a door opened and footsteps sounded at the end of the ward. "Hide you fool." Padfoot came back to himself at Snape's hissed words and sidled under the bed. A pair of pristine white shoes came to rest at the edge of the bed and Madame Pomfrey began tutting over Snape's condition.
"Severus, you need to be resting. You look quite pale. This potion should help. You'll be right as rain in a day or two."
"A day or two? I refuse to stay here any longer. I thank you for your help Poppy, but I am fully capable of caring for myself."
"Severusā¦" Sirius knew that tone of voice. She was giving him the 'do as I say or suffer the consequences' glare. Evidently, Snape had built up a resistance to such tactics.
"I'll just be on my way. I have important potions to attend to."
Suddenly there were lovely, long, pale feet before Padfoot's snout. He felt the inexplicable urge to lick the toes. Then they were walking away and stopping before a cabinet where his clothes were kept. Pomfrey huffed and went back to her office, evidently resigned to the fact that she couldn't control the dour potions master.
Padfoot watched as Snape bent down to tie the laces of his shoes and peeked out from under the bed as he buttoned his robes. He had obviously heard Padfoot shuffling forward as he turned and looked down with a sneer.
"Go back to where you belong you mangy mutt. I don't want to see you here again." With that he swooped down the ward, cloak billowing behind him with only a slight limp to his gait, and left the room.
Padfoot felt a pang of indecision. He really shouldn't give a damn what Snape thinks of him and as his original plan stated, he should leave now that he knows everything is in order. Except that nothing is in order anymore. Things are so far from what they should be. Yes, Snape is alive and relatively well. Yes, he is back to insulting Sirius with fervor.
The problem is that Sirius doesn't want to hurt him anymore and gods is that disturbing. There's just no pleasure in it anymore, not when he knows, or at least thinks, that Snape can give him a much greater pleasure.
Snape just made it blindingly clear that he doesn't plan on making Sirius' dreams come true any time soon though. Despite this major disappointment, Padfoot can't just leave. He may not yet understand where these horribly strange feelings are coming from but he can't just ignore them.
With that in mind, he crept out of the hospital wing and headed in the direction of the dungeons. Maybe he was being stupid and selfish but if twelve years of serving a wrongful conviction in Azkaban had taught him anything, it was that you have very little control over what happens to you in life and of that which you do have control, you should take full advantage.
He decided then and there that there were worse things in life than allowing Severus Snape to know that he, Sirius Orion Black, possessed a strange head cold that caused him not to hate the dungeon bat as much as he used to.
Whatever the consequences, Sirius would suffer them because if there was any chance that Severus' tongue was anywhere near as talented as it was in his dream, it would be worth it.
What do you think? I'll try to write more frequently in the future.
