Authors note: Lol, I finally get onto the smutty bits! I'll post the NC17
version on snitchfic.net soon, but until then you guys can content yourself
with this little not-quite-so-explicit chapter. Enjoy!
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Sirius stared blankly at the candle, running his long fingers distractedly through the flame. He took another swig from the bottle he held. Amber colored liquid burned pleasantly down his throat, his head lolling weakly to one side. Similar bottles in various stages of emptiness were littered over the hut's flagstone floor and the bitter tang of alcohol scented the air.
His lover was late, so he'd decided to get drunk instead. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now he wasn't so sure.
The sudden squeal of rusted hinges pulled him away from his thoughts as the door to the hut flew open. He didn't turn to look, already knowing who it was. Scowling darkly into space, he drowned another gulp from the bottle.
"What time do you call this then?"
Snape was panting slightly from his trek through the woods, lank hair disheveled from the wind. He frowned and glanced up as he proceeded to remove his scarf and gloves. "I had essays to grade," he told him flatly, "My life doesn't revolve around screwing you, you know."
Sirius flashed him a lopsided sneer. "Typical Slytherin attitude," he slurred drunkenly. "It's always about what *you* want, isn't it?"
The sallow-skinned Potions Master took a step closer and then halted suddenly. He inhaled deeply, eyes narrowing in distain at the bitter perfume. He took in the array of bottles on the floor with one sweeping glance.
"You're drunk."
Black threw his head back and cackled. "Give the man a bloody prize!" Swaying slightly, he pushed himself to his feet. "You always were the smart one, Sev."
Severus winced visibly at the old nickname. "Don't call me that."
"I mean it as a term of endearment, of course."
"Bollocks," Snape snorted harshly, taking off his heavy coat and tossing it into a corner. His shoes soon followed, kicking them away.
The ex-Marauder leaned heavily against the wooden wall. "My, my, my...*somebody's* in a good mood this evening. What's the matter - an accident in Potions turn your balls blue?"
Severus said nothing for a long moment. His fathomless onyx eyes were fixed in a bleak glare, thin mouth clenched firm. The wooden hut creaked around them in the wind, a hollow pulse to fill the deadly silence.
"Your sophistication of wit never fails to astound me, Sirius."
Black gave him a lazy smirk of satisfaction. "You can't hate me that badly. You're here now aren't you?"
His lover gave a hard sneer and turned away, shaking his head. "Don't look too much into it," he warned the other man icily. "You're just an easy fuck...nothing more."
There was a short quiet where neither spoke. Severus had his back to Sirius now and was occupied in undoing the buttons on his outer robe. He took longer than was necessary with this act, needing a moment free from his partner's insufferable stare. The buttons popped open slowly one by one. He was beginning to think that this was a bad idea...
A pair of warm arms suddenly snaked their way around his stomach. Snape tensed, scowling darkly.
Sirius pressed his body up against his back, brushing his mouth over a clothed shoulder. Even through the layers of thick woolen clothing, Snape imagined that he could feel the other mans lips burning through to his skin.
It was not an unpleasant sensation.
"So I'm your bit of rough, am I?"
Severus's _expression revealed nothing of the faint beginnings of pleasure that he was feeling. "An apt description, yes."
Sirius nuzzled against the smooth curve of his neck. "I guess I can live with that," he purred coolly, allowing his hands to ghost up to his lover's chest to finish undoing the buttons. Working with deliberate slowness, he gradually exposed the white shirt underneath, sliding the robe off from over Snape's long arms. The black garment fell heavily to the floor. It was immediately forgotten. Now the Hogwarts Professor stood in shirt and trousers...looking somehow smaller...less imposing without his ominous dark mantle.
It was a good look for him, Sirius decided.
"Turn around," he murmured.
Severus complied with rueful obedience, turning to face the long-haired man. He was a good head taller than Black, putting the other mans face in perfect alignment with his throat. He watched in silence as Sirius worked at loosening the stiffly starched collar, nimble fingers then making a short task out of the column of pearly buttons. That done, the animagus leant forward to nibble along a newly-exposed collar bone.
"You haven't done that in a while," Severus commented impassively.
"Consider it a treat. It's a special night."
Sirius didn't raise his head when he spoke, making his gruff voice sound oddly muffled. Finishing the last button, he gave a hard tug and pulled the shirt-tails lose. Severus slid his arms out of the shirt, letting it fall to lie crumpled on top of the discarded robe.
"Oh?" He lifted an eyebrow, not really interested. "Why is it special?"
Black ran his hands over the now-naked chest. "Tell you later." He paused and laughed, prodding the other mans pale stomach. "Still not lost that holiday weight, hm? You're starting to let yourself go, Sev."
Snape glared down at him sullenly, the old animosity returning despite the tingling sensation caused by the exploring hands.
"I told you not to call me that. And what did you expect? I'm bloody thirty-nine next month, for Gods sake. You've never complained about it before."
Sirius took Severus's hips in his hands and pressed them roughly against his own. The act was swift and forceful - a complete contrast to the slow undressing of moments before.
"Who says I'm complaining? You age well."
His words caught Snape momentarily by surprise.as did the sudden bulge pressing against his crotch. He glanced down. The swell of interest in Sirius's trousers was undeniable.
"That didn't take long, did it?"
The animagus blinked sluggishly and tilted his head back to look the taller man in the face. One tanned hand rubbed against his hip. "I am drunk you know. I can't help it if I get a bit randy."
Snape stared down at him with hooded eyes. "Can we just get one with it?" he hissed quietly, "I've still got essays to grade."
If Sirius was hurt by the comment, he didn't show it.
"I told you, this is a special night. I want to take my time."
"And I just want to fuck."
Sirius laughed, breath tainted heavily with alcohol. "Shakespeare himself couldn't have put it better!"
Severus was growing tired of this little game. They didn't generally talk this much before sex, having fallen into a routine of simply turning up, screwing, and then leaving. The drink seemed to have put Black in a funny mood...a mood with Severus was growing increasingly impatient with.
He was about to state as much when a light pressure on his neck took him by surprise.
Sirius pressed his mouth against his lover's throat in a kiss. For a moment he simply stood there, still and silent, lips warm against the cool body. Then, slowly, he began to move. The kiss gradually traced across the raised ridge of the Adam's Apple, down to the curve where the neck met the shoulder, pausing to run his tongue along the naked collar bone.
He knew that Severus liked that.
The tip of his tongue traced illegible designs as it ran down across his chest. He gave himself up to impulse, sucking and biting and tracing and licking, all as the mood took him. Snape was not a hairy man and his white skin bore an almost porcelain-like smoothness...a complete contrast to Sirius's own roughened hide. He explored it as though for the first time, investigating every line and texture that he found with his willing mouth.
A sleepy murmur of contempt drifted from above him. "Enjoying yourself down there are you? It can't be that much of a novelty anymore - not after all these years. "
"Shut up, Sev."
He raised his head suddenly. Severus's face had lowered while he had been occupied with his chest, and they were now on level with each other, despite the difference in height. Sirius stared at his lover for a long moment. The alcohol burning through his system made his vision blur, images and colors bleeding together like a fuzzy water-color painting. The only thing that was distinct were the eyes. Severus Snape's eyes. Twin pools of ink framed in snowy white. Bleak...ungiving...bottomless.
You could fall forever in those eyes...
His own eyes fluttering closed in sudden desire, he moved forward to kiss him.
The Potions Master pulled hurriedly away before their lips made contact, grunting in annoyance. Sirius tried again, with the same result. He frowned, confused and disappointed.
"Why don't you ever kiss me, Sev?" he murmured quietly.
It was a question he had asked many times before. He looked to the other man with almost childish distress, words slurring together and eyelids drooping drunkenly half-shut. Their faces were so close together that he could feel Snape's breath warm on his cheek. The thin lips were infuriatingly close and he made one final lunge to claim them.
"No! Don't."
Sirius drew back and stared at his lover in bewilderment. Severus had his head turned away; mouth pulled into a grimace.
"I said don't."
Black's brow contorted, not understanding. "You used to kiss me all the time when we were young."
After a long moment of silence, Severus looked at him. The _expression of fearful disgust faded swiftly into one of well-practiced detachment. "That was a lifetime ago."
"But-"
Whatever Sirius had been about to say was suddenly silenced by a cool finger pressing against his mouth. Snape had suddenly brought his face very close...till they were literally nose to nose. Sirius stared back with wide, unfocused eyes. The meaning of the gesture was clear. When Snape removed his hand, he remained obediently silent. He couldn't have spoken even if he wanted too.
The other man watched him in silence for a long moment. He had a power that was undeniable - with a single glare he could silence an entire classroom. Now he used his commanding stare on his lover to much the same affect.
"Enough talk," he whispered huskily. "Take your clothes off."
Sirius was suddenly extremely conscious of a pounding heat swelling between his legs. He was also mildly irritated by Snape's domineering manner. He gave him a cold sneer. "Say please like a good little boy."
Snape drew his eyebrows together. "Fuck you."
Even that offhand insult was spoken with a creamy rich purr.
"Would you like that?" Sirius gave a low smirk, the words spoken in moking innocence. They both knew the answer to that question...
The Hogwarts Professor reached over to run his hands over the top if Sirius's head. Long, pale fingers twisted through dark hair, entwining around the coarse locks to dig his nails into the soft scalp.
"What do you think, you bloody idiot?"
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Sirius stared blankly at the candle, running his long fingers distractedly through the flame. He took another swig from the bottle he held. Amber colored liquid burned pleasantly down his throat, his head lolling weakly to one side. Similar bottles in various stages of emptiness were littered over the hut's flagstone floor and the bitter tang of alcohol scented the air.
His lover was late, so he'd decided to get drunk instead. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now he wasn't so sure.
The sudden squeal of rusted hinges pulled him away from his thoughts as the door to the hut flew open. He didn't turn to look, already knowing who it was. Scowling darkly into space, he drowned another gulp from the bottle.
"What time do you call this then?"
Snape was panting slightly from his trek through the woods, lank hair disheveled from the wind. He frowned and glanced up as he proceeded to remove his scarf and gloves. "I had essays to grade," he told him flatly, "My life doesn't revolve around screwing you, you know."
Sirius flashed him a lopsided sneer. "Typical Slytherin attitude," he slurred drunkenly. "It's always about what *you* want, isn't it?"
The sallow-skinned Potions Master took a step closer and then halted suddenly. He inhaled deeply, eyes narrowing in distain at the bitter perfume. He took in the array of bottles on the floor with one sweeping glance.
"You're drunk."
Black threw his head back and cackled. "Give the man a bloody prize!" Swaying slightly, he pushed himself to his feet. "You always were the smart one, Sev."
Severus winced visibly at the old nickname. "Don't call me that."
"I mean it as a term of endearment, of course."
"Bollocks," Snape snorted harshly, taking off his heavy coat and tossing it into a corner. His shoes soon followed, kicking them away.
The ex-Marauder leaned heavily against the wooden wall. "My, my, my...*somebody's* in a good mood this evening. What's the matter - an accident in Potions turn your balls blue?"
Severus said nothing for a long moment. His fathomless onyx eyes were fixed in a bleak glare, thin mouth clenched firm. The wooden hut creaked around them in the wind, a hollow pulse to fill the deadly silence.
"Your sophistication of wit never fails to astound me, Sirius."
Black gave him a lazy smirk of satisfaction. "You can't hate me that badly. You're here now aren't you?"
His lover gave a hard sneer and turned away, shaking his head. "Don't look too much into it," he warned the other man icily. "You're just an easy fuck...nothing more."
There was a short quiet where neither spoke. Severus had his back to Sirius now and was occupied in undoing the buttons on his outer robe. He took longer than was necessary with this act, needing a moment free from his partner's insufferable stare. The buttons popped open slowly one by one. He was beginning to think that this was a bad idea...
A pair of warm arms suddenly snaked their way around his stomach. Snape tensed, scowling darkly.
Sirius pressed his body up against his back, brushing his mouth over a clothed shoulder. Even through the layers of thick woolen clothing, Snape imagined that he could feel the other mans lips burning through to his skin.
It was not an unpleasant sensation.
"So I'm your bit of rough, am I?"
Severus's _expression revealed nothing of the faint beginnings of pleasure that he was feeling. "An apt description, yes."
Sirius nuzzled against the smooth curve of his neck. "I guess I can live with that," he purred coolly, allowing his hands to ghost up to his lover's chest to finish undoing the buttons. Working with deliberate slowness, he gradually exposed the white shirt underneath, sliding the robe off from over Snape's long arms. The black garment fell heavily to the floor. It was immediately forgotten. Now the Hogwarts Professor stood in shirt and trousers...looking somehow smaller...less imposing without his ominous dark mantle.
It was a good look for him, Sirius decided.
"Turn around," he murmured.
Severus complied with rueful obedience, turning to face the long-haired man. He was a good head taller than Black, putting the other mans face in perfect alignment with his throat. He watched in silence as Sirius worked at loosening the stiffly starched collar, nimble fingers then making a short task out of the column of pearly buttons. That done, the animagus leant forward to nibble along a newly-exposed collar bone.
"You haven't done that in a while," Severus commented impassively.
"Consider it a treat. It's a special night."
Sirius didn't raise his head when he spoke, making his gruff voice sound oddly muffled. Finishing the last button, he gave a hard tug and pulled the shirt-tails lose. Severus slid his arms out of the shirt, letting it fall to lie crumpled on top of the discarded robe.
"Oh?" He lifted an eyebrow, not really interested. "Why is it special?"
Black ran his hands over the now-naked chest. "Tell you later." He paused and laughed, prodding the other mans pale stomach. "Still not lost that holiday weight, hm? You're starting to let yourself go, Sev."
Snape glared down at him sullenly, the old animosity returning despite the tingling sensation caused by the exploring hands.
"I told you not to call me that. And what did you expect? I'm bloody thirty-nine next month, for Gods sake. You've never complained about it before."
Sirius took Severus's hips in his hands and pressed them roughly against his own. The act was swift and forceful - a complete contrast to the slow undressing of moments before.
"Who says I'm complaining? You age well."
His words caught Snape momentarily by surprise.as did the sudden bulge pressing against his crotch. He glanced down. The swell of interest in Sirius's trousers was undeniable.
"That didn't take long, did it?"
The animagus blinked sluggishly and tilted his head back to look the taller man in the face. One tanned hand rubbed against his hip. "I am drunk you know. I can't help it if I get a bit randy."
Snape stared down at him with hooded eyes. "Can we just get one with it?" he hissed quietly, "I've still got essays to grade."
If Sirius was hurt by the comment, he didn't show it.
"I told you, this is a special night. I want to take my time."
"And I just want to fuck."
Sirius laughed, breath tainted heavily with alcohol. "Shakespeare himself couldn't have put it better!"
Severus was growing tired of this little game. They didn't generally talk this much before sex, having fallen into a routine of simply turning up, screwing, and then leaving. The drink seemed to have put Black in a funny mood...a mood with Severus was growing increasingly impatient with.
He was about to state as much when a light pressure on his neck took him by surprise.
Sirius pressed his mouth against his lover's throat in a kiss. For a moment he simply stood there, still and silent, lips warm against the cool body. Then, slowly, he began to move. The kiss gradually traced across the raised ridge of the Adam's Apple, down to the curve where the neck met the shoulder, pausing to run his tongue along the naked collar bone.
He knew that Severus liked that.
The tip of his tongue traced illegible designs as it ran down across his chest. He gave himself up to impulse, sucking and biting and tracing and licking, all as the mood took him. Snape was not a hairy man and his white skin bore an almost porcelain-like smoothness...a complete contrast to Sirius's own roughened hide. He explored it as though for the first time, investigating every line and texture that he found with his willing mouth.
A sleepy murmur of contempt drifted from above him. "Enjoying yourself down there are you? It can't be that much of a novelty anymore - not after all these years. "
"Shut up, Sev."
He raised his head suddenly. Severus's face had lowered while he had been occupied with his chest, and they were now on level with each other, despite the difference in height. Sirius stared at his lover for a long moment. The alcohol burning through his system made his vision blur, images and colors bleeding together like a fuzzy water-color painting. The only thing that was distinct were the eyes. Severus Snape's eyes. Twin pools of ink framed in snowy white. Bleak...ungiving...bottomless.
You could fall forever in those eyes...
His own eyes fluttering closed in sudden desire, he moved forward to kiss him.
The Potions Master pulled hurriedly away before their lips made contact, grunting in annoyance. Sirius tried again, with the same result. He frowned, confused and disappointed.
"Why don't you ever kiss me, Sev?" he murmured quietly.
It was a question he had asked many times before. He looked to the other man with almost childish distress, words slurring together and eyelids drooping drunkenly half-shut. Their faces were so close together that he could feel Snape's breath warm on his cheek. The thin lips were infuriatingly close and he made one final lunge to claim them.
"No! Don't."
Sirius drew back and stared at his lover in bewilderment. Severus had his head turned away; mouth pulled into a grimace.
"I said don't."
Black's brow contorted, not understanding. "You used to kiss me all the time when we were young."
After a long moment of silence, Severus looked at him. The _expression of fearful disgust faded swiftly into one of well-practiced detachment. "That was a lifetime ago."
"But-"
Whatever Sirius had been about to say was suddenly silenced by a cool finger pressing against his mouth. Snape had suddenly brought his face very close...till they were literally nose to nose. Sirius stared back with wide, unfocused eyes. The meaning of the gesture was clear. When Snape removed his hand, he remained obediently silent. He couldn't have spoken even if he wanted too.
The other man watched him in silence for a long moment. He had a power that was undeniable - with a single glare he could silence an entire classroom. Now he used his commanding stare on his lover to much the same affect.
"Enough talk," he whispered huskily. "Take your clothes off."
Sirius was suddenly extremely conscious of a pounding heat swelling between his legs. He was also mildly irritated by Snape's domineering manner. He gave him a cold sneer. "Say please like a good little boy."
Snape drew his eyebrows together. "Fuck you."
Even that offhand insult was spoken with a creamy rich purr.
"Would you like that?" Sirius gave a low smirk, the words spoken in moking innocence. They both knew the answer to that question...
The Hogwarts Professor reached over to run his hands over the top if Sirius's head. Long, pale fingers twisted through dark hair, entwining around the coarse locks to dig his nails into the soft scalp.
"What do you think, you bloody idiot?"