"Snape is stalking me."

James almost choked on his eggs at his best mate's outburst.

"What are you on about Sirius?"

"There. Look right there. He's staring at me!"

James craned his neck for a better view of the Slytherin table. Sitting at his usual spot with the younger years was Severus Snape drinking pumpkin juice, eyes transfixed on an open textbook. James shook his head and went back to his breakfast.

"He's not staring at you Sirius. Are you blind? His face is so close to that fuckin' textbook I can't tell what's greasing up the pages more, his sausage or his no- HEY Moony!" James caught himself just in time as Remus joined Sirius and James at the table. He eyed his friends suspiciously before taking a seat across from the two.

"Sirius. James." Remus nodded at his friends and grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl in front of him. "Only been what… a week since start of term? Hope we aren't backtracking on our seventh year resolution."

"Nope. No. Not at all," said James, giving Remus the look he usually reserved for McGonagall when she suspected him of rule breaking, but had no evidence. Remus narrowed his eyes and stabbed his thumb straight through the skin of his orange, leaking juice all over the table. James laughed nervously.

Sirius was not paying attention, too distracted by the black curtain of hair on the opposite side of the hall.

"There! There! James did you see it! He looked at me again. He's always fucking LOOKING at me! It's creeping me out!"

Remus stopped peeling his orange and looked at Sirius.

"Who's looking at you Sirius?"

"That greasy fucking S-"

James kicked Sirius hard under the table. Sirius cursed, but quickly turned his attention back to the Slytherins. James tried to salvage the situation as best he could.

"That greasy fucking… Sausage? Sausage! Yeah, stop looking at him you greasy sausage." James was weakly laughing poking Sirius' breakfast. Remus however was not buying the fumbled excuse.

"Right." Said Remus, vanishing the scattered orange peelings with his wand.

"What classes do you have today Moony?" James asked, hoping to turn his attention away from Sirius.

Remus pulled a timetable out of his bag. "Fridays are… Double Herbology."

"Yeah, us too. But we have Muggle Studies directly after. Sirius and I are taking the same classes this year."

Remus laughed, "I can't believe you two are still taking Muggle Studies!"

"Hey, Muggle Studies is the best class. NEWT projects this year! I'm doing a report on Pink Floyd! Sirius is doing one on Motorbikes." James poked Sirius in the side, but he didn't seem to notice.

Remus nodded and carefully put the timetable away, "I'm sure rock and roll is the only reason you're taking Muggle Studies James," James gave a lopsided grin and Remus continued, "You two are taking five NEWTs right?"

"Six actually. Charms, Defense, Care of Ma-"

Sirius suddenly hit his fist on the table, "Why won't he stop looking at me! He's been doing this shit since Friday!"

James stifled a groan as Remus rounded on Sirius. "Who are you talking about Sirius? Who has been looking at you since last Friday?"

Sirius looked at his friends and took a deep breath. "Moony, now listen, it's not what you think…"

"Oh? It's not."

"No, just… Look, Snape has been staring at me and following me for an entire week and it's freaking me out."

Remus gave Sirius a withering look before turning to look at the Slytherin table. Snape was now chewing on the end of a piece of bacon and furiously writing something in the ratty book he was always carrying around, paying no mind to the rest of the hall.

"Snape is doing nothing of the sort. Now let it go. You're being paranoid." Remus popped an orange quarter into his mouth, intent on eating his breakfast instead of listening to nonsense.

Sirius looked at James for support, but James was studying his plate, refusing to make eye contact. With a heavy sigh Sirius decided to come clean. "Listen up mates there is something important I have to tell you," he leaned in close to his friends and dropped his voice to a whisper, "It's about Snape."

Remus stopped chewing his fruit and shot Sirius a nasty look, which was somehow less than menacing given the orange juice dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.

Sirius continued in a hushed voice, "You see, I ran into him Frid-"

"Ooo 'ean 'af'er ever'ting 'ee 'alkd 'bout, Ooo won't 'et it go?!" Remus interrupted him mouth still full of food. James grimaced. He had been chastised enough in the past to know how much Remus hated it when people talked with their mouth full. It was a testament to just how pissed Remus was that he was indulging in his personal pet peeve.

"No Moony listen to me," Sirius whined, giving Remus his best puppy dog eyes, "I saw him on Friday night while I was out after curfew and he err… well you see what happened was umm…"

Remus hurriedly wiped his face with a napkin and slammed it on the table, "Sirius. I. Don't. Care. I don't care what you saw him doing. Or what he did to you. Or what you more than likely did to him," Remus hissed, "I don't want to hear the words Severus, Snivellus, or Snape out of your mouth ever again. What are we going to do this year?"

Sirius face fell and he moodily poked his porridge.

Remus looked at him expectantly, gesturing with his hands for an answer, "Be decent…"

"Human beings!" James supplied, nudging Sirius' arm with an elbow.

"Right" said Sirius shoving a spoonful of porridge in his mouth.

Peter entered the hall and took the seat next to Remus, "Sorry, had a bit of a lie in this morning. What's going on?"

"Nothing Peter, nothing at all," James placated, "So who is ready for Sprout's class?"

As the chatter turned to general small talk about classes and girls, Sirius' mind was miles away. So what if Remus stopped him before he could talk about what happened in that broom closet. After all, it was probably for the best if his friends didn't know. What would he even say, "Guess what everyone! Last Friday I pushed Snape up against the wall for spying on me fucking some chit, and he got an erection. Then when we hid from Filch I got one too. Fancy that."

Remus seemed pretty serious about the whole "Leave Snape alone" thing and James obviously didn't want to upset Remus. So that left Peter, but Peter was a useless lump. Sirius would be alone in this mission, but perhaps that was for the best.

He looked up from his breakfast at the black eyes boring into him and took a violent bite out of his toast.

This was between him and Snape. And he would get to the bottom of it.

"Acceptable."

Severus' voice echoed in the small stone chamber as he appraised the acid green potion in his cauldron. No one was around to share in his success, but he didn't mind in the slightest. After all, that was the point. The solitude was a welcome reprieve, given Sirius Black was stalking him. Everywhere he went, everything he did, Black was there, staring at him. It was freaking him out.

Luckily, Black was unaware of his hideout. In fact, only two people in Hogwarts seemed to know about the secret room behind a Runespoor tapestry deep within the dungeons: himself, and Lily Evans. They had found it together first year and made it their base of operations. Many nights were spent together in this room doing a number of things, from homework, to drafting plans to explore the castle.

Although she hadn't come around since the lake incident, pieces of Lily still remained. There were the Gryffindor and Slytherin banners they had hung on the walls first year, the brightly colored cushions to sit on they had stolen from Flitwick's classroom second year, the potions workbench they had installed and scavenged ingredients for third year, the lopsided couch and lumpy armchair they had transfigured (from some of the contraband cushions) fourth year, and the bookcase filled with miscellaneous books they had both collected.

It was true Lily hadn't been to visit in two years. It was also true Severus had discovered how to give the tapestry a password incase she decided to spill about the hideout to Potter. But there was no denying the room was a labor of love.

Severus still spent a great deal of time in the chamber. It happened to be an excellent place to brew outside of lab times. And because he was considering a Potion's Mastery, he enjoyed experimenting with master-level potions, despite it being strictly against the rules.

This week he had attempted Veritaserum, one of the most difficult potions to brew.

It had taken the entire week to finish, and now it had to mature for a full lunar cycle. In twenty-eight days the serum would lose its' color and odor and become the most powerful truth serum know to wizard kind (or at least hypothetically). He grabbed the small vial sitting on the shelving unit next to the brewing station, and held it to the light. He had attempted Veritaserum over the summer to marginal success. It was not perfect. The liquid still smelled faintly of ginger and had a slight green tint. It would still work… probably… might be easy to resist though.

He looked at his cauldron and back to the vial and sighed. Perhaps if he went to the library he could figure out where he went wrong in the brewing process. He pocketed the vial and grabbed his bag before ascending to the Library. It wouldn't hurt to look, he needed to check out a few books for his charms essay anyway.

Severus' nose hurt. He lifted his head and rubbed the sore appendage, trying to remember where he was and what he had been doing. His blurred vision slowly began to clear and he looked down at a moving photograph of the proper way to prepare unicorn spleen. Right. The Library.

Moonlight filtered through the large window, and a soft glow illuminated Severus' workstation. Charms books and Potions texts were scattered over a table meant for four. Severus surveyed the chaos of notes, and homework, and research blinking slowly. He must have fallen asleep in the middle of reading, not an unusual occurrence.

He turned to look out the window. It was difficult to see the moon past the reticulated tracery. But it was there, a waning gibbous in the ink-black sky. It was definitely past curfew then. Madame Pince must not have seen him before leaving. He was tucked away in the very back corner after all.

Severus sluggishly packed his things. He would need to be careful on his way back to the dungeons. Filch did not care about intentions when doling out detentions for being out past curfew. Table cleared, notes carefully sorted and books in a neat stack he warily made his exit.

The vaulted ceilings of the first floor were not kind to students trying to move about the castle undetected. Each step seemed to pierce the silence of the empty hallway, making Severus feel impossibly small. He cringed at each footfall, hoping Filch was many stories above.

Near the bust of Rangford the Repentant, he realized his echoing footsteps weren't the sole source of his discomfort. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the feeling of being watched washed over him.

He quickened his pace. 'Oh please,' he thought to himself, 'Let it be a ghost. Let it be a ghost and not a Poltergeist, or a cat, or a caretaker, or a Gryffind-'

No sooner did the thought occur than a strong arm pulled him backwards pulling him into an alcove.

Sirius Black looked strange in the shadows of the alcove. While still a few inches taller, and significantly broader, something about him seemed off tonight. Despite the odd vibe, his glare and the knuckles pressing into Snape's chest remained unfortunately unchanged.

"Why are you following me?" Black hissed, his voice higher and eyes more desperate than usual. Severus couldn't help but turn his expression to one of disbelief.

"What are you on about Black? I'm not following you."

"Cut the crap! I've seen you. You keep giving me those… those… those looks."

Severus quirked an eyebrow. Well this was different. In the shadows he could tell Sirius' cheeks were pink, and a there was light sheen of sweat on his forehead and his neck despite the cool air in the corridor. Even the grip on his shirt didn't feel as confident as usual. In fact, it was trembling. If he didn't know better he would say Black looked…

"Why Black. Are you flustered?" Severus couldn't help but let out an evil grin as Sirius' mouth contorted in horror and his cheeks flushed deeper.

"I'm not… I'm… Don't change the subject you son of a bitch! You are following me and I want to know why!"

Severus' smirk remained. To see the so very confident Sirius Black reduced to a blithering mess was indeed unusual. This was just too tempting. In a bold move he leaned closer, patting Sirius on the shoulder in mock pity.

"Oh Black... Oh poor, poor, Sirius Black. Dreadfully sorry."

Sirius recoiled from the touch, brushing Severus' hand from his arm

"Wha-"

"Shhh," Severus placed a finger on his own lips, hushing Black's protests, "It's quite all right Black. I know a crush when I see one. I'm very flattered, but can't say I return your feelings."

"What the fuck?!" Sirius grip on Snape's shirt tightened. Knuckles pressing so hard into his chest, Snape was sure there would be a bruise come morning, "I don't have a fucking CRUSH ON YOU! Are you INSANE?! Answer the question or I'll knock your crooked teeth straight!"

"I'd rethink that if I were you, Pomfrey won't be too pleased to see me again."

The warning was effective, the memory of the werewolf incident and Moony's admonitions encouraging restraint. Sirius didn't just relax his grip, but dropped his hold on the shirt all together. Seeing the opening Severus went for it, pushing Sirius aside and trying to dart away. But it was to no avail. Sirius grabbed the back of his shirt slamming him against the wall once more, Snape's school bag falling to the ground.

"Let's get back to the point. Why are you following me?"

Uninclined to answer Severus continued badgering Black. This whole situation was just too amusing. To see Black's face, panting and red with frustration was one of the things he lived for.

"Well it all makes sense now after all. I've heard so many times LITTLE BOYS make their affections clear by acting like belligerent little shits. Your actions in the past are now explained and forgiven."

"All I want to know is why you're following me!" Sirius whined in exasperation, "I don't give a shit about your greasy mug Snivellus."

"Your physical reaction during our last encounter made it abundantly clear to me, so let me get straight to the point."

Sirius completely let go and backed away at the insinuation, his eyes as wide as saucers. Although an obvious opening present, Severus was unwilling to take it. This was just too easy. Severus leaned smugly against the wall looking down his hooked nose at Black. His voiced hushed and dangerous as he issued his directions.

"Leave me alone. Do not touch me. Look at me. Breathe in my general direction. Or I will spill to everyone about you rubbing your cock against my ass."

Sirius looked on in horror. Glancing down at the mention of a physical reaction and seeing the firm outline of something in Snape's pocket.

"MY PHYSICAL REACTION?! What about YOUR physical reaction?!" He exclaimed. Gesturing to the bulge in Snape's trousers.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a little greasy oddball who got turned on watching Priscilla Macmillan get fucked. You were the one rubbing your cock in my ass. Getting harder and harder pressed up against me!"

Ignoring Sirius' stutters and protests Snape continued. Taking great pleasure in seeing him squirm.

"I bet that's why you're roaming around the school, fucking everything with a pussy. A bit of overcompensation if you will."

And with all the vitriol of a man who's hidden his sexuality his entire life Snape spit out the foulest insult he could muster.

"Faggot."

"Oh really I'm the faggot then what is THAT!"

Snape raised an eyebrow and looked down at where Black was pointing. Seeing the outline of the Veritaserum vial in his pocket.

"That's nothing."

"Nothing huh then prove it."

"I'm not going to prove anything to you. Maybe you're just looking for an excuse to grab my dic- HEY!"

Fed up with Snape's insinuations about his sexuality Sirius lunged forward, struggling to put a hand in Severus' pocket. Snape's attempts to push him away ineffective, Black in turn pressed one of Snape's wrist against the wall before continuing the assault.

"Quit it Black! Damn it! Stop... MOLESTING me!" Snape squirmed against the wall, unable to move with Black's tight grip on his hand.

"SHUT UP! I'm not a faggot you are you- hey what is this?" Sirius relaxed slightly, legitimately confused to pull a vial of clear liquid from Snape's pocket. He shook in accusingly at Snape, "A HA! I knew you were up to something! What is this Snape? Trying to poison me?"

Snape rolled his eyes. Of all the idiotic things… "This has nothing to do with you, you IMBECILE! And it's not poison." He reached his free hand towards the vial but Black reacted, holding it high above his head.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't owe you an answer. Give it back!"

"No. I'm not going to let you poison me."

"Oh for the love of..." Severus ran his free hand down his face. Completely fed up with Black's absurdity, "It's not poison Black. If you drank it, it would not poison you. If Potter drank it, it would not poison him. If I drank it, it would not poison me."

"Then prove it!"

"Wha-"

In a fluid motion Sirius uncorked the vial with his thumb and aggressively attempted to shove it down Snape's throat. As the boys struggled in the alcove, much of the liquid spilled onto the floor and Snape's bag. But managing to get a grip on Snape's nose. Sirius shoved the remaining potion down Snape's throat.

Snape felt cold fear crawl in his veins as the effects of Veritaserum became clear. His muscles totally relaxed and he felt himself become putty in Black's hand.

Coming down from the adrenaline high, Sirius had the decency to look relatively ashamed of himself. He looked at Snape hoping he didn't actually poison him and awkwardly placed the empty vial in Snape's pocket once more.

"...So it wasn't poison then..."

"No."

As much as he wanted to say something snappy, Snape was incapable. He could feel the compulsion to tell the truth. In positive news, it seemed the Veritaserum was working pretty well after all.

"What was it?"

"Veritaserum"

As realization dawned on him Sirius' entire face lit up., "Verita... oh ho ho. Veritaserum huh?"

"Yes."

Sirius smirked and crossed his hands over his chest, "Then you won't mind answering some questions then?"

"I very much mind, but have little choice."

"Right..."

Sirius paced and began the interrogation, ready for answers. "So Snivellus, tell me... Why have you been following me?"

"I haven't been following you."

The interrogation was already going poorly.

"Then- then why were you hiding in that broom closet?"

"Peeves locked me in there."

Sirius ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall, feeling incredibly stupid. Perhaps James and Remus were right after all, "Oh... Oh alright then so... the you know... you were just... aroused... by Priscilla?"

"No."

"What did you say?"

"I am not aroused by Priscilla."

Sirius walked towards Snape, encroaching his personal space once more, "What do you mean you're not aroused by Priscilla?"

Snape, barely in control of his mental faculties pressed a hand to his mouth, desperate not to leak his deepest secret.

"I... mmmm... MMMMMM..."

Sirius grabbed the hands pinning them to Snape's side and asked the question again.

"What do you mean you're not aroused by Priscilla?"

"I'm... I'm gay."

The admission hung heavy in the air.

"What do you mean you're gay?"

"I am a homosexual. I am only sexually attracted to men."

"Then all that, about faggots, and crushes, and little boys acting like belligerent shits..." Sirius processed this new information. Hands loosely circling Snape's wrists as he muttered to himself. As if finally dawned on him Black looked up at Snape with an evil grin, "Do you like me Snape?"

"No."

"Let me rephrase…" Snape felt the grip on his wrists tighten, "Do you get hard thinking about me Snape?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Since third year."

"Why?"

"I… I… What do you expect you're the hottest guy in school…"

Sirius let out a groan, such praise from his biggest enemy turning him on more than he was willing to admit. He leaned forward and Snape could feel Black's erection pressing into his leg. Fighting the Veritaserum he managed to get out a biting insult.

"No previous encounter to blame it on this time Black."

Sirius turned Snape around, slamming his nose into the stonewall. Hand gripping Snape's neck and hip.

"Tell me what you want Snape."

"I..."

Sirius moved his hand from Snape's neck, brushing a lock of hair aside and whispering in his ear. "Tell me what you want..."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Tell me why."

The breath on his ear sending waves of pleasure to his already addled brain, Snape lost himself in the sensation. "I fantasize about it all the time… and I know…. Mmmm… I know… NO!"

"What do you know?"

As Black's hand began to play with the belt loops of his trousers, Snape lost his remaining resolve.

"No one ever will. No one will ever fuck me. I'll die a virgin. You're right everyone's right. I'm too hideous. No one will ever want me."

"Fuck."

Whatever Severus was expecting it was not the feeling of Sirius Black's hands aggressively pushing his trousers and pants down to his knees. Severus had never felt so exposed. He let out a squeak, but the soft feel of Sirius' expensive trousers grinding against his bare skin continued despite his weak protests.

It was surreal. As if pulled directly from one of his fantasies. The fabric was so soft, so expensive. If circumstances were different Severus would be jealous to think of how much they had cost. Compared to the scratchy wool ones his mother bought for him three years ago at Oxfam. Too short. Too itchy. Too Muggle. Too old. But here and now he could focus on nothing but sensations. Black's trousers so soft. Black's cock so hard. It was delicious.

The movements stopped and Severus' heart jumped to his chest. Of course he was a fool to think Black would go through with anything! This was crazy! Black just wanted to humiliate him! He turned, wide eyed and fearful, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught of mockery. But what met his eyes only served to make his heart beat even faster. Black had unzipped, and was pulling his hard cock through the hole, not even bothering to undress.

Sirius looked up, still holding his dick and met Snape's eyes. With a snarl he pushed Snape's face away, forcing him to look at the wall. A hand pressing hard into his neck Snape heard the growl, "Don't fucking look at me."

Terror rose with every second. It was happening. Oh fuck this was real. He was losing his virginity, tonight, in an alcove, to Sirius Black. The wall was so cold. All he could see was a field of grey and his other senses were on overload. He wanted more.

Sirius dropped his hold on Snape's neck and something made a squelching sound. But Severus wasn't fool enough to look around. He felt a hand pull back his cheeks, exposing his hole to the cold air of the corridor and then something slick and blunt began to probe.

Lube? Of course Sirius fucking Black carried around lube in his pocket.

Blacks fingers were pressing his opening. Aggressively forcing entry. It hurt. It hurt much more than when Severus touched himself back there. But the lube made things easier. Two fingers pressed themselves passed the ring and began to move, pumping back and forth, scissoring side to side.

Black seemed to be experienced in the art of anal sex, taking the time to stretch Snape thoroughly, but when he stroked a place that made Snape's knees buckle, it seemed to be as much a surprise to Black as it was to Snape. Black made no mention of the reaction but seemed to make a greater effort to cause the effect again and again.

Sirius withdrew the fingers and Severus pushed his hips back, his body begging for their return. Severus glanced over his shoulders again, needing to know what was happening. Sirius was concentrating too hard to notice, holding a slick cock in his hand and pulling Snape's cheek to the side. He lined his hardness up with Severus' hole and began to push, slowly working it inside.

Severus cried out. It hurt so much. Even with the preparation Black's cock was bigger than anything he had ever masturbated with. It felt unbelievable. This moment was really happening. And he was watching it. Black's cock inch its' way inside him until it was fully sheathed. Pausing once completely in, pulsing, throbbing, begging for friction.

Sirius was panting and he looked up at Snape. Eyes glazed over in a haze of lust. He recoiled to see the face of who he was fucking and pressed Snape's face to the wall again before starting to move. Slowly at first, but progressively quickening his pace. Using Snape's neck and hip as leverage.

Snape was whimpering, the pain fading leaving only the pleasure and heady knowledge of losing his virginity to such a stunning male specimen. He cried out, murmuring nonsense as Black hit his prostate with every other thrust. His cheap trousers around his knees, constricting his legs. Leaving him at totally at Black's mercy.

"You fucking love this don't you?" Black's low voice sounded dangerous in the alcove, the rhythm of his thrusts furious and unforgiving.

Snape couldn't manage an answer. Heatedly pumping his own cock desperate for release.

"Tell me you like it faggot. Tell me how much you've wanted this. Tell me how long you've wanted me to throw you up against the wall like a little whore slut and fuck you like a girl."

Snape's whimpers became louder and he bucked his hips in time with Black's thrusts. Wanting more and more and more.

"Beg for it. Beg for it like a girl you fucking slut."

"Fuck." Severus' knees buckled as he felt his climax wash over him. Painting the wall with his seed. Feeling his sworn enemy cum was enough to push Black over the edge as well, Snape's orgasm the pinnacle of Black's power trip. He came hard, warm liquid filling Severus to the brim.

The boys panted. Coming down from the sex. Black withdrew his softening cock. Cum leaking from Severus' red open hole. Severus still couldn't move. Boneless against the stone wall he could only feel the warmth trickle down his thighs. With shaking hands he did up his pants. Pain returning as the adrenaline wound down.

The two boys looked at each other, a mixture of confusion, lust and revulsion on their faces. And without another word, grabbed their things and bolted to their common rooms.

A/N Ugh I know! I'm a terrible, awful, no good human being! It's been so long between updates I'm ashamed of myself. I have to excuses only reasons. Job drama, never written a sex scene before, writers block, blah, blah, blah… anyhoo… hope the sex was hot. Let me know if you like it I was kind of nervous about whether or not it came out as good or ridiculously fail-bad. In happier news you all freaking rock! I can not express how much the view counter, reviews, and kudos have meant to me! I love you all and will make a serious effort not too be so late on a chapter again. Happy belated Valentines Day! Hugs!