Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Chapter 5
Sirius chuckled as he watched Severus gasp and quickly follow Dumbledore through the Floo network. He had no idea that the sexy bastard could move that fast.
He stilled; he would have to plan this very carefully. He doubted very much that Snape was going to willingly roll over and let him fuck him.
Hmmm…mores the pity.
Nah, he dismissed.
Like any reputable rake, he loved the chase nearly as much as the wild hot sex at the end.
Fuck!
He felt himself harden again.
It was going to be a long month until he left for Hogwarts.
He went into seduction mode.
Severus stood chopping Mandrake root at his table in the potions lab. Some of his stock had spoiled over the holidays and he needed to replenish them before the start of term. Years of practise had honed his knife skills and the tall, handsome man who watched silently from the door, admired his agility.
"It is generally considered to be the height of good manners by knocking before entering a fellow teacher's classroom, especially when the other is handling a knife." He said, neither turning around or missing a single knife stroke.
Sirius let the timbre of Snape's voice wash over him; arousing him.
God, what was it about this man? Over a month ago he could have happily tortured him and not given it a second thought. But now, shit, his nights were now filled with fantasies of other forms of torture he wanted to do to him.
Sweet torturous things.
"I didn't want to startle you and then have to pick up severed fingers and take you over to Poppy Pomfrey." Sirius said wryly, snapping out of his reverie.
"As usual Black, you have an over inflated confidence in your own capabilities. I heard you at the other end of the corridor." He said flatly.
Sirius was slightly affronted. He was a skilled Auror and wizard and perfectly aware that his approach had been sufficiently stealthy.
"And of course nobody sneaks around like you, do they Snape? Slithering around like the slimy Slytherin you are eh?" He retorted nastily, unable to resist the old habit.
But as soon as the words tumbled from his lips, he regretted them. Pain stabbed in his chest.
Guilt was not an emotion he was used to feeling. The last time he had felt guilty was over his decision to decline to be James' and Lily's secret keeper whilst they were in hiding from Voldemort, in case he revealed their secret if he was ever captured.
What the hell was he trying to do? This was hardly going to endear him to Snape, was it? He was trying to seduce the man, not goad him into a bloody duel!
"Screw you, Black!"
"No Severus, screw you. At least that's what I'm hoping to do in the very near future." He replied grinning wickedly, thanking his luck stars that he was able to reverse their war of words back onto the correct footing.
The potions master was at a loss for words. He could more than match Black insult for insult. He'd had enough practise over the years. But this sexual innuendo was new to him and he had no experience in dealing with it.
The lust he felt towards Sirius made him wish that he could take him up on his offer to fuck but his head, the one on top of his shoulders that is, told him to steer clear.
He still planned to find himself a compatible partner to settle down with.
"Yeah, well if that's the case Severus, why haven't you been looking?" An inner voice jeered.
"Maybe because deep down, you know that you will eventually submit to Black's seduction and you don't care if you're bound to him for the rest of your miserable existence. You know that the ridiculously short amount of time you would spend as his lover would far outweigh a lifetime with some nameless, faceless person."
"Shut up!" He said out loud to the voice.
Sirius, unaware that this outburst wasn't directed at him, moved closer. Severus almost jumped out of his robes when he felt a comforting hand come to rest upon his shoulder.
Sirius leaned over and whispered a sincere apology into his ear.
"I'm sorry Severus. I didn't mean what I said. You know how it is; old habit die hard don't they?"
He blustered but accepted it, shrugging away from the touch.
Sirius stepped back, resting lazily against one of the lab benches. His arms folded and feet crossed at the ankles. Strangely enough, he looked at home, as if he belonged there.
"That's because he does you imbecile. He belongs anywhere within your immediate vicinity." The voice returned.
Severus stared pointedly at Sirius.
"Was there something specific that you wanted Black?"
"How best to answer that question?" He thought. "But I don't think now is the time for a candid answer."
"Just thought I'd pop in and say hello." He lied.
"More like pop in and drink in the very sight of you. See if my feelings have somehow misled me. See if I have imagined or over exaggerated this effect you have on me." Sirius mused to himself.
Severus returned to his chopping and ignored him, hoping that he would get bored and go away.
"You would make an excellent chef Sev." He said absently.
Snape swallowed hard. It disturbed him to hear Black shorten his name like that. It implied affection, where before there was none. It was also strange that he of all people would remark on cooking.
He loved to cook, it was one pleasure he didn't nearly indulge enough.
"I do love to cook." He admitted awkwardly.
"It's a date then."
"What?"
"Dinner, I accept."
"Are you insane? I said nothing about dinner."
"Tomorrow night, your quarters. I don't like fish, but everything else, no problem. Cook whatever, I'm easy but hey you already know don't you lover." He left abruptly, his robes billowing behind him.