AN: hopefuly this one will have gone to far. I'm really reachng for a disaprooving sigh here.
Sirius hand never considered what a trial having sex with Snape would have been, but given their history together it was not surprising that he had given little to no thought on the matter. It had gone fairly well until Snape had somehow got in his mind that he wanted to be on the giving rather than receiving end of their activities. It was at the point when Sirius lay on his back, on leg awkwardly pulled up over one of those divinely pale hips that he realized what the boy intended to do with him. Holding back his laughter was almost impossible, but Snape's unamused raised eyebrow was not offended. They argued with hungry mouths and hips rather than words. Sirius won in the end, as it should be, and truly Snape had no reason to complain about the results that followed.
Lying back on pillows not wholly uncomfortable, in company that what not entirely undesirable, Sirius found himself starting to doze off in post coital warmth. It was not too far a stretch of the imagination to pretend that the head resting upon his chest, that the owner of such frail, smooth shoulders, was someone other than his childhood nemesis.
Long pale fingers were slowly dancing over his ribs, exploring his side in a lazy but curious manner. Snape's voice was soft and distant. "I don't even know who you are." He looked up, his dark eyes like twin eclipses in the shelter of the shadowed bed. "You sure as hell aren't a student."
Despite his intentions Sirius felt himself getting lost in the dark gaze. "I… I was a student a long time ago." He looked up at the ceiling and stretched out his long toes, settling more comfortably against the mattress. "I guess I just got a little lost."
"And so, in your confusion you found the first occupied bed and hoped in?" One eyebrow arched in amusement and doubt.
"Well…" Sirius searched for an excuse for his behavior, then realized who he was talking to and knew that he was not required to explain himself. "Basically, yes. Yes I did."
"And how did you get into our wing of the school, or past my dog for that matter?" His fingers had not ceased their slow petting, having moved to one of the long, sinewy arms that was thoughtlessly draped around his waist.
"I… shut up for a bit, ok?" But it was said with a sort of affection and familiarity that surprised even Sirius.
Snape watched him for a few heartbeats before sitting to study the stranger in his bed more thoroughly, his mouth pulled tight and his eyes narrowed in concentration. A light bloomed behind those black eyes, a knowledge that concerned Sirius more than he wanted to admit. "You… you're the dog." It was not a question, Snape didn't need a verbal answer because the widening of Sirius' eyes was all the conformation he needed. "You've been following me for two days." He accused softly, his eyes becoming dangerous slits. "You were there last night when-"
But he did not finish the thought, instead he let out a heavy breath that he had been holding for what sounded like hours, folding in on himself and drawing his knees up to his chest.
Sirius watched the transformation of the boy with apprehension, seeing the earlier confidence fade away leaving nothing but a washed out shell. Though he did not think that Snape was accustomed to showing any signs of weakness to anyone, especially a man like Sirius, the same uncertainty and hurt that he had seen in the boy the night before was almost tangible in the small space they occupied. Damning the consequences for a moment, Sirius sat upright letting the blankets pool around his waist and pulled an arm back around Snape's shoulders, tugging the boy against his chest.
For a moment Snape fought him, for a moment he rallied against the misplaced compassion, stiffening within the embrace before giving himself over to the only warmth offered him. He did not cry like he had the night before, because surly there was a stifling difference between sobbing into the fur of a stray dog and crying against the offered shoulder of a strange naked man.
It was a side of Severus Snape that Sirius had never seen. In place of the skulking was trembling shoulders, instead of heated glairs there were only dark eyes swimming in unshed tears. Bitterly, Sirius wondered if he had seen Snape for who he truly was and not the façade that he projected to his peers, that if their time in school together would have been different. He knew that it would have been. It would have been worse. His unruly younger self would have latched onto the weakness and uncertainty and pulled the boy apart at the seams. It had taken him years, one death and Remus' patient guidance to pull him away from his pureblood instincts and heartless tendencies.
Pulling Snape more firmly against his chest, he lay back down, trying to just enjoy the weight and proximity of the other human. Almost unsure in himself he fought to form the words, "Do you mind if I call you Severus?"
The boy he spoke to looked up at him, his painful expression sharpening into one of suspicion. "How do you know my name?"
"After what we just did, I would hope that I knew who you were." He laughed it off, trying to sound casual even in their intimate position, with Sirius' bare torso and hips pressed firmly along his side.
"Do I get to know your name or am I just going to be considered an easy shag and not worthy of a proper introduction?" If ever there was a loaded question, Sirius had just been blitz by the mother of them.
"Call me Si-" He caught himself. He couldn't tell Snape his real name, not without the boy's staggering intellect puzzling out things that he didn't want him to know. "Sss," he bit his lip in concentration, letting slip the first name that came to mind, "Soap-dish." Not really a name so much as a … Sirius really worried about himself sometimes.
"Mr. Soap-dish?" One brow arched again.
"It's French?" Sirius tried one of his winning smiles to distract from the fact that he was drowning.
"It sounds more made up to me." Snape pulled away slightly, running a hand through his hair, obviously not amused or won over.
"Orion." Sirius amended with the only other constellation that he knew that didn't already belong to a family member. "Call me Orion." For a moment he worried that Snape wouldn't buy that one either, but his mouth quirked up on the edges in the smallest smile that Sirius had ever seen.
"Orion." Snape repeated and the way that his mouth gently formed the word did strange things to Sirius' insides.
"You know, you're really… somewhat… I mean when you're clean you look… nice." Sirius blinked at the sentimentally romantic rubbish, wondering how and why it had come out.
Snape sighed softly, settling his head against a warm shoulder, his breath tickling along Sirius' neck. "Yeah, I know." But he did not seem happy about the admonition, instead saying the words as one would agree that their pants were hideous or that eels tasted bad.
"It's not so bad, you know. When I was your age I was a towering pillar of masculine beauty. I got all the ladies." He grinned in spite of himself. "You could too… or you know… the gents, since that's your sort of… yeah. "
Snape gave him a withering look. "I have more important things to do that spend my afternoons on my knees, but thanks."
"That's not what I meant. But you could… not hide it. Win yourself a handsome bloke and… study together… make potions or whatever."
"Oh yes, I could win myself a devilishly handsome moron and help him with his homework, what a charming life that would be." He said with the slightest hint of amusement in his voice, all the while gently running his lips over Sirius' collar bone. "I'd rather not. I don't want to be the way that I am, with these dirty genes and all."
"You mean… being a…" Sirius didn't want to finish, didn't want to call Snape a halfblood and anger him, not if it would result in him pulling his velvet lips away from his skin.
"I'm a quarter Vela." He admitted, voice almost shy. "My mum, she was half."
"Sod off? Are you serious? If my old lady had been half Vela I would have been even more of a demon when I was here. No one would have told me no."
"I'm sure that's not a problem you've ever encountered."
"Well, maybe once or… you're teasing me, aren't you?" Sirius couldn't help but laugh. If anyone had told him that he would have spent a day in bed, being teased by a naked Severus he would have called them a loon.
"Oh no." Snape lightly kissed the corner of his mouth, looking at him in an expectant manner.
"No?" Sirius felt himself grinning and gently rolling so he was atop Snape.
"A big strong man like you? I would be a fool to tease." Snape kept his face surprisingly straight despite the twinkle in his eye.
Sirius planted a soft kiss on the end of his long narrow nose and managed not to cringe when he noticed the tenderness of his own actions. The almost shy expression that he received in response made the action worth whatever man pride was lost. He kissed Snape, as well and long as he would have kissed Remus if he had been the one beneath him. He knew his mind was not where it should be, he knew who's hair he was stroking, whose knees he was expertly pulling up over his hips, but it didn't seem to matter much. It was what he wanted, and for a moment in time it was who he wanted.
AN: Crazyest reason I have ever come across for Snape (or anyone) randomly being amazingly irresistable, part Vela. It killed me a bit to write that part. hopefuly it hurt you too.