Chapter Twenty-Five;

Severus awoke the next morning, his muscles protesting against any movement at all. He cracked an eye open and saw that he was on his stomach, and Sirius was asleep on his back next to him. He licked his dry lips and groaned when he found that his throat was hurting, he pushed himself up with his arms and rolled out of bed, wincing at the pain in his neck, he forced himself to stretch his arms out and let out a yawn, and when he closed his mouth he grimaced at the taste in his mouth. He could taste a bit of firewhiskey, of course, but there was something else. His brows furrowed as he began to try and remember what had happened last night. 'Okay… Sirius punched me… I left Hogwarts, I was freezing… Sirius chased me, got me back here, warmed me up… the-' he paused in his thoughts as a glimpse of what happened came back to him.

Sirius stretched his arms out to grab Severus, he frowned when he felt his side of the bed wasn't as dipped as usually, he opened his eyes and saw Severus sitting on the side of the bed, seeming to be in deep thought. He let out a yawn and snuggled into the warm blankets, "Mooornin'."

"Y-you… Get. Out…" Severus said, his voice trembling to control himself from yelling.

Sirius frowned "Sev, what's wrong?"

"Do not call me that!" Severus yelled as he stood up from the bed, regretting it as he was hit with a spell of dizziness, but ignore it, he'd have time to fall down later, he turned on his heel, glaring at Sirius. "How… h-how dare you!" he bellowed, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth.

Sirius blinked, pushing himself to sit up and sighing "Severus…"

"Don't you dare call me by my first name!" Severus yelled.

"Stop yelling! I know what I did was wrong bu-" Sirius began but was quickly silenced by Severus tackling him on the bed and pinning him down by his throat, thumbs pushing down on his windpipe.

"Wrong? /Wrong/?" Severus yelled as loudly as he could, pushing his thumbs down tighter. "Y-you… you disgusting… perverted… bastard! How dare you! You… I- th-that was…" Severus began rambling, trying to think straight but his anger was refusing to allow such nonsense.

Sirius gasped for air, reaching up and finally pulling roughly on Severus' hair, Severus flinching and giving Sirius the opportunity to switch their positions, slamming Severus onto the bed and forcing him under him. He panted to catch up on the air he was just shortly cut off from, glaring down at Severus. "It's no reason to fucking kill me! Does it really matter that much! It's not like I fucked you! Which I well should have!"

Severus struggled underneath him, trying his hardest to get power returned to him but failing at doing so "Get the hell off me you overgrown motel for fleas!"

"Oh! How fucking hilarious! Is that the best you got? Hmm? Gone soft on me, Snivelly?" Sirius yelled, pinning Severus' arms above his head and positioning himself so that Severus would straddle him.

Severus struggled, widening his eyes as he tried to stop his legs from going around Sirius' waist. "Get the hell off of me!" he yelled as loud as he could, shaking from side to side in hopes that Sirius would climb off.

"What's wrong, Snivellus? Last night you were ready to spread 'em for me like a wanton whore! Now you're all shy?" Sirius asked, thrusting his hips against Severus.

Severus' eyes widened wider before, a shock of fear running through him, he stared up at Sirius – who was glaring down at him, his nostrils flared in anger and jaw clenched. Severus swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep calm. "Get…. Off me…" he said firmly, silently praying that Sirius would listen.

Sirius chuckled, gripping Severus' wrists together tighter. "Shut up!" Sirius said in annoyance, pulling one hand away from holding the wrists but putting more power into his right arm to hold them down still while he fumbled with undoing his pants.

Severus attempted to get free, but even with only one hand holding him down, Sirius was bigger than him, and obviously more muscle than him. He forced himself to gaze down at what Sirius was doing and stared as he undid his pants. 'No… no this isn't going to happen…' he thought to himself, not trusting himself to talk.

Sirius finally got his pants unbuttoned and zipped, pushing them down enough with his boxers to free his prick, then grinning mischievously down at Severus who was watching what he was doing, not even struggling anymore. Sirius took this as an opportunity to pull away as quick as possible, yanking Severus' boxers off so that he was naked on the bed. "Ahha!" he said in success as he tossed the boxers aside, Severus finally channeling in what was happening and trying to dive to the side, but was quickly stopped and pinned back down to the bed. "Got you now, don't I?" Sirius whispered in Severus' ear, grinding their hips together, moaning at the skin on skin contact.

Severus tried to get his re-pinned wrists free, freezing from all movement when he felt Sirius grind against him. He felt his legs being pulled up to rest on Sirius' shoulders, he had read enough books on this for learning to know what was going to happen next, his body stiffened in fear.

Sirius finally got Severus situated, leaning his body down to kiss at Severus' neck softly, pulling him closer and frowning when he felt Severus' body become stiff. "C'mon Sev… don't you remember what you sa-" he paused in his sentence when he felt the rigid chest moving up and down in an odd pattern. Sirius pulled up enough to see Severus' body, staring as he saw that Severus' eyes seemed to have zoned out, and he was hyperventilating and on the verge of tears.

"Uh…" Sirius murmured, releasing Severus' wrists and as soon as he did, Severus shot off the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. Sirius lay on his stomach on the bed, staring at the bathroom door, frowning. 'You idiot, idiot, idiot…' he repeated to himself over and over again in his head, trying not to listen to Severus in the bathroom obviously getting sick. 'You disgust him… he probably thinks you're a fucking rapist. Good job, Sirius."

Sirius turned on his back to stare up at the ceiling finally hearing nothing but silence from the bathroom. He debated in his head if he should go into the bathroom and help Severus, or if he would just be making things worse. He dared to turn his gaze when he heard the door open and a very pale, sickly looking Severus stumbling out, avoiding eye contact as he stumbled to his drawer to pull clothes out. He watched trying to think of something to say, "Sev…" he began before he saw Severus practically jump when Sirius began to talking, keeping his back turned from him. Sirius ran a hand through his hair, jumping out of bed and slowly approaching Severus, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on the back of Severus' head; ignoring the moment he was touched Severus' body had gone stiffer than a board. "'M sorry..." he mumbled, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to Severus' shoulder. "Listen, uh, I'm going to go to my quarters and get ready for the day, alright? If you want to talk to me, I'll be either there or in Remus' chambers, and if you want to avoid me, then I'll make it very easy for you…" Sirius explained as he released Severus from the hug and walked over towards his discarded robe, pulling it onto him.

He dressed in silence, watching Severus from the corner of his eye, a bit worried that Severus was just standing there, blankly staring at the ground, he frowned when he finished and walked to the door. "Sev'rus… I really am… uh, I lost control. I've been doing that a lot lately, haven't I?" he asked, not expecting a response instead nodding to agree with himself. "I'll uh; just… you know where to find me." Sirius said, giving one last curt nod before turning and walking out, closing the bedroom door behind him.