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Chapter 6

How in the hell did this happen? That's all Severus kept asking himself all of the previous night and throughout the day.

It wasn't a date.

"So why does your heart rate accelerate whenever you think about spending the evening sitting across a table from him? Watching him seductively eating the food that you have prepared? Him being close enough to touch? And why do you keep looking at the clock?" The voice jeered.

"It's not a bloody date." He muttered grumpily, as he guiltily caught himself clockwatching.

He had decided to prepare a muggle dish from Italy. Nothing fancy, just spaghetti carbonara. He planned and serving it with a herb salad and fresh crusty bread that he had baked earlier.

The voice returned.

"Yeah, right. Nothing fancy." It mocked.

"Oh fuck off!"

"Charmed I'm sure. If you say that to all of your dates, I'm not surprised you still a virgin." Sirius had materialised in his kitchen area. "I did knock this time, you just didn't answer."

"Shit! I'm glad to see you stealth approach is improving. Anyway, it's okay and I'm sorry. I've been distracted of late; a tricky potion and I'm rapidly becoming frustrated." He lied.

"You and me both Severus." He thought saucily

Sirius knew there was no problem with a tricky potion. The problem was him but didn't probe any further, allowing him to maintain some dignity.

"So what culinary delights are you planning on treating me to?"

"Nothing fancy." He felt his colour rise as he spoke the words aloud this time.He told him what he'd prepared.

"Hmm...my mouth is watering."

"Well, I just hope you enjoy it." He said magnanimously.

"Oh, I wasn't referring to the food but I sure that I'll enjoy that too." Sirius said scandalously.

Sirius knew that he shouldn't torment him. He was eternally grateful for the fact that Severus had actually gone along with their date and cooked dinner. He'd half expected to find his quarters empty or find him hard at work in the potions lab.

He had resisted the temptation to bring a gift along for his host, as it would have only reinforced the idea of this being a first date.

They sat and chatted surprisingly comfortably as they ate, talking about the past but omitting facets of their collective past as both bully and bullied. Snape told him some of the experiences he had as a teacher at the school and warned him about some of the things that he should expect from the students as a new teacher. Sirius assured him he knew exactly what to expect and regaled him with some of the exploits that he and the other marauders had gotten up to as students.

Sirius also asked about him his life as an Adorable.

"I have always looked like this Black. The potion simply altered people's perception of me and my looks. It works by twisting a person's existing features and personality to that which others will find themselves averse to." He said it so matter of fact that Sirius' heart felt heavy for what he must have endured in his short life and he himself was far from innocent in that.

"I have read up a little on it and I now understand reason behind the strength of my reaction to you. I also know why it was reciprocated equally by yourself Severus."

He continued to stare ahead; his expression remaining stoic.

Severus looked over at a clock on the mantelpiece. Feeling generous towards him, he decided now would be a good time to leave. He stood up and Severus looked up at him questioningly.

"It's late and you have been more than hospitable. Thank you and I was right by the way. You are an excellent chef Severus." Sirius said quietly.

Snape rose to escort his guest out.

"You know, it is customary to end a first date with a goodnight kiss." He barely had time to process Black's words when he found his lips upon him. They were ravaging and demanding. He didn't want to respond but they were doing things to him, things he hadn't felt in what seemed an age. And damn it to hell, if he didn't have a mother of an erection.

Black's tongue probed his lips and coaxing them to yield. They did and oh heaven! It snaked into the warm cavern of his mouth, teasing and tantalising him. He was vaguely aware of Sirius backing him up against the table, one of his hands crept behind him, curling into the small of his back, whilst the other was thrust into the silky curtain of his hair, in an effort to deepen the kiss.

Severus all but stopped breathing when the front of their bodies came into contact. Hardness against hardness collided. He almost came in his trousers there and then.

Almost.

He wrenched himself from the taller man's arms, his breath heaving in a desperate attempt to get more oxygen into his lungs.

Sirius looked amazingly unruffled by their passionate interlude. He merely looked down at him affectionately.

"Sev, are you okay?"

"No, to be completely honest. I don't think I am."