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Chapter 16: Christmas with the Professors' Black
The early morning light broke through the curtains in their bedroom at Grimmauld Place on Christmas morning. However, the occupants of the room were far from sleeping peacefully. Anyone with voyeuristic tendencies would have been treated to the erotic sight of Sirius Black hammering his husband of three months into the headboard.
Severus was on his knees, bent slightly over and gripping onto the wooden bed frame for dear life as Sirius took him roughly from behind. He manoeuvred Sev's right leg up and outwards, in order to increase his penetration.
Each stroke produced an animalistic grunt from Black, which was rewarded with Severus groaning in return as every determined thrust grazed that sweet walnut-sized gland hidden deep within.
"You love it when I pound you don't babe? Go on admit it." He grunted.
"Ahhh, uhm." Was all Snape could manage to respond with
"You love being my bitch don't you? You were born to be Padfoot's bitch weren't you?" He said, continuing to thrust into him relentlessly.
"Yes." He mumbled in return.
"Come for Padfoot, Bitch. Howl for me babe." Sirius commanded, reaching around for Severus' cock.
One pump and he was there, howling his release for his mate; triggering Black's climax as he did.
Sirius thrust forward as far as he could go, spasming as waves of pleasure washed over him.
"Phew, thank Merlin for silencing charms. I think we'd have scarred poor Harry for life by now!" Sirius said breathlessly.
"I suppose so. Oh and just for…" He panted heavily. "…the record Sirius, I'm nobody's bitch! But I'll be damned if it doesn't make me come like a freight train when you call me that when we're fucking." He admitted wryly.
"Sev, we're in love and married now; we don't fuck, we make beautiful luurrv."
"Poof! Come on shift off."
"That's an ironic statement seeing as you're the one currently with my dick up his arse."
Sirius withdrew from his husband and settled into their bed.
"Come here and give us a cuddle. We don't have to get up for a while yet."
Snape disengaged himself from the head of the bed and went into his open arms, which enclosed him lovingly in a warm embrace.
"You know, you're getting soft in your old age. I wonder what Potter and Lupin would say if they could see you now; smooching with your nemesis?"
"Well, James would probably try and hex my balls off and Lupin already commented on the irony of the situation just the other day. Something along the lines of 'how the mighty have fallen,' were his exact words I believe."
It was true. Sirius was turning out to be the more romantic of the two of them. When they arrived back at Grimmauld Place at the beginning of the holidays, Sirius had insisted that he carry his husband through the floo upon entering his new home. Severus told him snarkily that he was behaving like a menopausal witch, but secretly he was thrilled.
His had been a lonely existence.
No one ever caring for him and, true Black's demonstrative nature took some getting use to but he had to admit it was nice to actually have someone who lavished care and affection onto him.
"I hope you told everyone to be prompt for lunch?"
"Of course, I made sure of that, as requested darling!" Sirius mocked.
"Prick! I just don't want everyone turning up willy-nilly."
"I know, and I do appreciate that this wasn't your ideal way of spending our first Christmas together but trust me. You'll see, there's nothing quite like a fun-filled holiday with all of your family and friends around you."
"You mean all your family and friends. You're my only family Sirius." Sev said soberly.
"Hey, they became yours through marriage and like it or not, Harry is now you God son also." He reassured, gathering him closer.
"Oh God!"
"Hey!"
"Kidding. Sort of." His eyes darted shiftily.
"Oh and don't forget the best bit of the day. When they've all buggered off home and I get to bugger you."
"Oh, no, no, no. I believe the only one doing the buggering tonight honeycakes is me. Tonight sir, you are bottoming."
"Oh and just how have you arrived at that conclusion?"
"Well, as per our agreement, and I believe your exact words were '…just high holidays and special occasions. Or maybe when I've fucked up royally and need to make it up to you fast'. Well, it's my understanding that Christmas counts as a high holiday, the highest in fact."
"Oh cock."
"Oh cock indeed. Mine to be precise, in you." The Slytherin said rather smugly.
Everything went exactly as planned. All the guests did indeed arrive on time and a good day was had by all. Severus and Molly Weasley jointly prepared and cooked the Christmas meal and for the first time in his life, Sirius was thankful for the large size of the Black family home.
He had always thought the house too large for one aging playboy but for once, it had been an asset to him rather than a burden. A smaller place would've found them struggling to cope with the large number of dinner guests. Whereas, the dilapidated old town house coped admirably.
The guest included, the entire Weasley family, Harry and Hermione (of course), Minerva and Albus, Remus and a newly pregnant Tonks, Ted and Andromeda Tonks and finally Alistor Moody, who had no surviving family.
Sirius had invited Hagrid but he had decided to remain behind at Hogwarts to spend the holidays with Grawp, who was too big to fit in any normal sized abode.
They had chosen to exchange their own presents to each other after everyone had left, so as not to feel rushed in opening them and keep private any subsequent emotional outpouring from their receipt.
By ten o'clock that evening everyone had left Grimmauld Place, including Harry and Hermione. They had decided to stay over at the Burrow until the day after Boxing Day and spend some time together with the Weasley family; so once again the Black's were all alone.
Sirius secretly suspected that Harry had planned this on purpose for just this reason.
He was such a sensitive and caring young man.
Sirius strolled into the living room after seeing off the last guests and sat down unceremoniously next to his husband on the settee.
The room was only lit by the light of the enchanted candles on the Christmas tree and the fire that burned brightly in the grate, giving it a seasonal atmosphere.
"Can I have my present now?" Sirius asked excitedly.
"You know, for a grown man, you're such a fucking child."
"But you love me for it." He retorted cheekily.
"Accio Sirius' present."
A small box flew across the room from underneath the tree and into Snape's hand. When Sirius tried to snatch it from him, he merely moved from out of his reach.
"What do you say?"
"Give it to me?"
"And?"
"Now."
"Spoilt pure-blood brat."
He relented and handed it over; their teasing all in good nature.
His faux immature behaviour ceased when he opened the small but expensive jewellery box. Nestled within the red velvet casing, lay a rather masculine platinum medallion. The front was intricately engraved with the Gryffindor lion and motto.
Sirius was absolutely speechless at its beauty. However, Severus became worried as the silence grew.
'He doesn't like it.' He thought dejectedly.
"I can always exchange it if you don't like it." Surprised at how his voice remained neutral. He just wanted to cry. He'd never bought a present for anyone before and obviously he messed up the first and only time that it mattered.
"No!" The Gryffindor barked. "I love it." He said softly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"If you're sure." Sev asked, still unconvinced.
"I love it. It's perfect. Thank you." He kissed Snape swiftly and deeply.
"It's not just a medallion you know. It doubles as a locket. Open it up." He said breaking the kiss. He waved his hand over it. "Ostendo. Reveal your contents."
The locket opened revealing two magical photos either side. One was a picture of a teenaged James, Sirius, Remus and Lily smiling happily at the camera. The second picture was of them on their wedding day posing for the photo, Harry standing proudly with them.
"I had the jeweller magically shrink them to fit in. This way you can have us all close to you always. If you turn it over, I had it inscribed."
"My God, it keeps getting better and better." Black turned it over and fingered the neat italic inscription. "To my other half, you complete me." He read aloud. "Do you want me on my back tonight or doggy-style?"
"Trust you to spoil my romantic overture with smut. Your back will suffice."
They laughed.
"Your turn. I just hope you like my gift."
"I'm sure I will."
"Accio Severus' gift."
A slightly larger present flew into his hands and he handed over to his spouse.
It felt soft under the wrapping. He gingerly removed the paper and was astonished to find a small matching outfit. Confusedly, he wondered if they were clothes for him and that they'd been shrunk for packaging.
He looked questioningly at Sirius.
"I don't understand." He asked perplexed.
"They're baby clothes. I want us to have a baby."