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Chapter 17: The trials and tribulations of being married to Sirius Black
"They're baby clothes. I want us to have a baby."
"WHAT!"
"I said I want us to have a baby." He repeated blandly; as if he was stating that he wanted to have a dinner party.
"A baby, where the fuck has this idea come from? No, let me guess, Nymphadora is pregnant and you've decided that in typical Gryffindor impulsive style that we too should have a child." Severus shook his head dazedly.
He stood up and began to pace.
"Look, Sev, I know it's something that we never discussed before getting married but I think it's a great idea. I've always wanted children eventually and we are both the last of our lines. So let's go for it." Sirius reasoned.
"Is there anything in my character that has suggested to you that I actually like children? I detest them! I have taught the snivelling little buggers for the best part of twenty years and I have failed to be enamoured by them yet."
"Yeah, but that's different. This would be ours; mine and yours. The most perfect expression of our love for each other."
"Oh my God! Have you heard yourself, you soppy twat? Who's going to look after it? We both teach full time and you know just how little time I have spare already. In between teaching throughout the day, marking assignments in the evenings, student tutorials, dealing with staffing issues as deputy headmaster and managing Slytherin house. What do you want me to do, walk around the school with it strapped to my chest in a sling?" Snape snapped, wringing his hands in exasperation.
If he was honest with himself, what bothered him more about the idea was that Sirius would no doubt expect him to be the carrier.
He was under no illusions that he was considered the 'wife' in their relationship and he'd accepted this but he had no such inclination to take the feminine role further and actually bare a child.
"No Sirius, I have no intention of carrying a child. I'm sorry." He said sadly.
'Oh well, married life was nice whilst it lasted.' He thought, anticipating their separation over such a contentious issue.
Severus headed upstairs to their bedroom and began to remove his clothes from the chest of drawers, placing them onto the bed to pack.
Sirius followed and watched confusedly from the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing my stuff."
"Why? Where are you going to at this hour?"
"Leaving."
"NO! God, please don't leave Sev." Sirius begged, throwing his arms around his husband. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to do this. Having children is supposed to bring couples together not split them up. I just thought you'd feel the same way as me. I promise I won't fetch it up again."
Severus was baffled at this turn of events. Black didn't want him to leave because he didn't want to have a baby?
"You don't want me to go then?" He asked doggedly.
"Hell no!"
The tension burst and he sobbed with relief.
"Don't cry babe. I love you. I'm so sorry I brought it up. I am so stupid." He added absently. "I had to wade in and spoil a perfect day, as usual."
"No, it's not all your fault Siri. I just don't want to carry a child." He admitted.
Sirius pulled himself out of his arms and held him away from him slightly.
"Be honest with me Sev. Are you absolutely against the idea of us having a child together or is it the fact you just don't want to be pregnant?"
"I don't like children very much; twenty years of teaching them has not exactly helped to inspire fraternal feeling towards them. But if I am absolutely honest with you, then I freely admit that I don't want to carry a child." He said shamefully, his eyes not quite able to meet his husband's.
"And if I told you that I'd be willing to the one to be impregnated. What would you say then?"
"I'm still not thrilled with the idea of children Siri and I think it's something that we'd need to discuss further. But, if you're willing to carry it and we do agree eventually, then I suppose I could get used to the idea." He offered tentatively.
"Okay then, let's discuss it tomorrow. Right now, seeing as we are already here in the bedroom…" Sirius said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Unbelievable, we have both just gone through the emotional wringer and all you can think about is sex?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely! Make up sex is the best I'll have you know." Sirius grinned, pushing Severus back onto the bed and straddling his thighs.
Their mouths met frenetically; tongues fighting for control over the other. Where normally Severus would have relented, acknowledging his husband's dominance, he plundered on mercilessly.
This was his turn now. At this moment he was dominant and he acted accordingly. He flipped Sirius onto his back with lightening speed and continued to ravish his lips.
He trailed a path of hot kisses and nips along his jaw and down his neck, as his hands worked frantically at the other man's clothing. Soon, his lean chest was bared and his hands began tracing its muscular contours.
Black groaned in ecstasy.
Severus, he had discovered over the months, was a demanding lover in both roles. Sirius had only bottomed a handful of times since their wedding night but as he had soon found out, Severus was as tenacious and methodical in the bedroom as he was in the classroom.
The animagus was glad at the infrequency of his bottoming. Not because Severus was a bad or inconsiderate lover, quite the opposite.
To be frank, he wore him out.
He could barely sit down for a day or two after Sev topped him.
His original nervousness and impatience had only lasted a few weeks following the wedding. One particular incident that occurred during that time was still very fresh in his memory and he had the scar as a constant reminder of it.
Snape, in his infinite wisdom and perpetual aim of perfection had decided to produce a better, more effective lubricant for their love-making than the magically produced one they'd been using up until then. This in itself was easily achieved through his expertise as a master potions maker.
The lubricant was designed to last twice as long, with only half the amount required and have a relaxation and very slight anaesthetic effect and eventually proved to be highly effective.
He had however, forgotten to bring it into their bedroom, in his rush to try it out. So in true wizarding style, he accio'd the jar from other room as they continued to kiss and fondle passionately. Unfortunately, Sirius chose that precise moment to raise himself up and remove his shirt. He never saw the heavy glass jar fly into they room at speed, which then proceeded to make contact with his forehead and duly knock him unconscious for five minutes.
After a desperate plea to the medi-witch through the Hogwarts floo network, Poppy Pomfrey declared that Sirius' condition needed monitoring overnight in the infirmary to make sure that there were no lasting effects.
Her final piece of medical advice to the couple was to ensure that in the future, all home-made lubricants should be stored in soft, anti-concussive containers!
Meanwhile, Sirius' reverie was abruptly halted when Severus began kissing and nibbling his way down towards his cock.
Severus always sucked his husband off before shagging him; somehow feeling that he owed it to him to give him the maximum pleasure before fucking him up the arse.
It was something that he too had come to appreciate himself when he received. Although, somehow it was different for him. Severus had long since accepted that he was naturally submissive in the bedroom and loved to be the recipient.
Sirius however, was not.
And he valued the times when his husband had permitted the role reversal.
Snape took the engorged member into his mouth and sucked on it deeply. Black's hands fisted in his sleek black hair, pulling painfully on his scalp. He said nothing; he'd tolerated pain a thousand times worse at the hands of Voldemort.
His rhythm was now well practised. Just enough to give mind-blowing pleasure but not enough to make him come.
He disengaged and reached over to the bedside table for the lube. Ignoring his own erection, he slathered an ample amount of it onto his fingers and worked it into the tight ring muscle.
One finger, then two. He rarely needed a third, as by that time Sirius was practically begging to be fucked. And tonight was no different.
"My God Sev, do it. Impale me with that gorgeous cock of yours." He breathed.
He applied a generous amount of the unctuous gel to his penis and guided it into his tight entrance. He thrust forwards hesitantly at first; it had been over a month since they had last done it this way around and Severus didn't want to hurt him.
He increased his pace and he felt the sphincter relax and proceeded to screw the shit out of his husband.
Sirius brought his legs up and linked them around his waist. He looked down and watched the handsome Gryffindor climax beneath him and at that moment in time, Severus did the impossible.
He fell even more in love with his husband.
And then in rapid succession, followed him into the jaws of ecstasy.