ok, guess this isn't a one shot anymore. people wanted more, so I wrote more. voila, chapitre deux. enjoy...

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Severus was curled up against the wall, Sirius beside him; they barely touched each other. Severus didn't know why he did what he did. Perhaps it was only because Sirius can shown him some sort of.. compassion...or...understanding...that he had never before felt. And he enjoyed the feeling. He had wanted more of it. That's why he took Black to this closet. That's why he allowed himself to fuck Black and be fucked in return. He wondered why Black had come to find him in the first place in the library. Was it only because Black was horny? Then why didn't he go fuck one of his friends or a girl for that matter? Why him?

He heard Sirius move beside him. He turned to his back, looking up at the black air. He felt a hand on his chest, sliding its way down to grip his dick. He sighed and shut his eyes letting himself get excited as the hand massaged him. He heard Black move down in the dark, felt his lips touch the head of his cock.

He whimpered.

Why was he letting him do this again? Why was Black - Oh God. "Stop," he muttered. Sirius kept rubbing, kissing, licking... "Stop.. Black... Dammit." He pushed himself up his elbows, uncontrollably pulsing into Sirius' mouth. "Shit," he released. He pushed himself to his palms, trying to see Black in the dark. Impossible. He couldn't scoot back. The wall was there.

He felt Sirius move and press himself against his legs, opening them wider, reaching down a finger-

"Shit, Black-" Snape managed to utter. He sat forward, pushing Sirius to the floor, standing in the dark. He found the wall behind him, leaning back. "Why-why are you doing this?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to fuck me?"

"Like I said, I get bored."

"Then do a girl!"

"I've done them all... They've bored me." He heard Black stand up. "Besides... I thought you needed to get fucked. You really annoy the shit out of me sometimes, Snivellus. So let it be a lesson. If you don't want to get ass-fucked, keep to yourself and don't bother me."

Sirius' original purpose had changed, though. Before, he was only going to do this to teach Snape a lesson. But now, well, he wasn't as bad a fuck as he thought. Now, he thought...he wasn't quite sure what he thought...

"Anyway, Snivellus, you seemed to enjoy yourself, eh?"

Snape took him to the jaw. How he did it in the dark, who knows. But he took Sirius unsuspectingly and Black fell back. "I am not your fuck buddy, Black."

"Then why the hell drag me here? You could have run away, Snivellus."

"Can you at least grant me the duty of calling me by my name?"

"First or last?"

"Bloody hell... Why-why did you come after me?"

"I already told you that," he shuffled back up, reaching out for Snape in the darkness. "But I asked you a question, Snape. Why the hell am I here?"

Sirius found Severus' chest. Snape immediately dug his nails into Black's skin. He couldn't answer. He didn't know. He did know-he knew he wanted something-anything-had he become that desperate to go for one of Potter's friends?

"Does it really matter?" he muttered. "Whatever this was, Black, I'm not doing it again." He tried to push Sirius away; again, he was too weak.

"I don't think so..." he pressed himself against Severus who tried to get into the wall of the closet, try to make it suck him in and disappear. Why was he suddenly so... scared? They had only done each other a few hours ago, he could have resisted then, but he didn't. He took Black here, away from any common room, away from any classroom; he took him to this musty dirty grimy dark unused excuse for a storage closet to have dirty grimy filthy sex, just as he felt grimy...

And Black, Black was too clean for this. He did it in silk beds with soft sheets and foreign fibers. But he reduced himself to this. Why? Because he was sick of the beauty. And who else to go to for a change in his life than the one boy whom all others detested?

Sirius subdued Snape in one kiss; he wouldn't let him breathe. He wouldn't let him move. He pressed himself harder against Severus, harder against the wall. He sucked his lips, neck, collarbone, all the while Severus becoming more... uncomfortable... with the situation. Black had him pinned, wrists on the wall. Snape had the urge to embrace him, but refused to acknowledge it. He couldn't... shit, not again.

They became erect against each other, slipping, moist.

"Down," Sirius whispered against his neck. He unhanded Snape and stepped back.

Severus had to trail his hands down to find Sirius. He made it to his knees and pressed his lips on Black's skin, feeling his way to the right spot. He didn't move. Again, he thought. He wanted it to be over.

So why was he down here, taking Black in his mouth, licking, sucking, swallowing as Black pulsed with sharp intakes of breath?

He didn't know... he wanted out. He wanted Black out and he wanted to go...somewhere... Anywhere. As he knelt and Black reached orgasm, he knew he never wanted to do this again. As much as his heart had stopped beating to only revive itself again, he couldn't do this again, not with Black.

He realized how much he needed this, how much it made him feel needed by another human.

Sirius knelt down and embraced Snape against the wall, breathing into his hair.

Severus realized that perhaps Black needed him as well.

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(angsty enough?)