Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Chapter 3: A decision.
Sirius shifted in his seat nervously as Severus spoke quietly. To hear him speak about love in that beautiful baritone voice of his, unnerved him. Sirius was unable to look away from him. He looked so different.
He was so handsome.
His hair was the same but it no longer appeared lank and greasy, it was glossy and full of volume. The coal black curtains hung down low past his jaw and framed chiselled good looks.
His eyes were no longer black and sinister, but the colour of firewhiskey, a deep rich brown. His skin had taken on a healthy pink glow and those luscious full lips! He looked like he'd just eaten fresh raspberries that had tinged his lips a pale red.
Sirius thought of a number of different ways he could put those lips of his to good use.
Shit! His trousers were becoming tight.
Where the fuck had all that come from?!
Sirius had long since been comfortable in his own skin. He knew his sexuality was fluid.
Hell, he had spent 12 years in Azkaban and he hadn't exactly gone without during his incarceration.
Damn, he hadn't ever gone without.
Wizard, witch, muggle, canine, a fuck was a fuck.
But getting hard over Snape! Try as he did, he just couldn't seem to muster the usual feelings of hatred he felt towards Severus Snape.
But now all his mind was capable of doing, was thinking of all kinds of things he wanted to do to Severus Snape and things wanted him to do in return.
"Oh well." He thought resignedly.
"Tch...tch...Severus, Severus, Severus. I always get what I want." He thought warmly to himself, staring lustfully at Snape.
"And boy do I want you."