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The sun was like a giant golden coin in the distance, hovering just above the top of the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Severus watched, silent and still, until he couldn't take the anticipation any longer. With that, he began to pace back and forth down the first floor corridor. The large glassless windows that opened out onto the Hogwarts grounds let a soft spring breeze through to dry the sweat on his brow. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was nervous. Nervous because of the little scrap of paper he had received earlier that afternoon as Transfiguration was drawing to a close. It was currently balled up in his pocket, smudged with scrawled, erratic handwriting. Black's handwriting. Severus glanced up and down the corridor and checked his watch again. Five past seven. Black was late, which wasn't surprising. He pictured the Gryffindor currently untangling himself from Potter's bed sheets, and from Potter himself, though Severus knew it was a fancy. Potter was at Quidditch practice, and Lupin and Pettigrew were there too, cheering him on. He wondered what excuse Black had come up with to avoid joining them. Certainly not the truth, that was for sure. 'Sorry James, I can't come and see you play - I've got to meet in secret with Snape.' Yeah, right. His hand in his pocket, clutching his wand at the ready, Severus forced himself to stop pacing and instead leaned against the wall. He knew exactly what the purpose of the meeting was. Although he didn't know what Black planned to do about it; about the fact that Severus had seen them together, caught them at the most inopportune moment. He scrapped that thought. It had been opportune, for him at least, putting aside his initial reaction to it. A historical moment in Severus's eyes; he'd wager that not a lot of people at school knew that Potter swung both ways. Black, on the other hand, made no secret of his preferences, but Potter was an entirely different kettle of fish. As far as Severus had seen up until now Potter had only ever, relentlessly, directed his attentions at his precious Evans. If only she knew what her other half got up to when she wasn't around, and when Black was.
Striding purposefully down the corridor on the second floor, Severus headed towards the boys' toilets. The halls were empty this time of day, mid-lessons in the afternoon, but he could hear a faint, steady stream of chatter coming from behind closed doors as he passed by. He imagined students within putting their quills to their parchment, completely unaware of him outside, unseen and unheard, by all but himself. He liked the idea of being able to roam the castle without anyone else around to hinder him, to master the intricate spider web of corridors that made up the building. Unfortunately, the Lobalug blood had started stinging his hand, and would only get worse if it wasn't washed off soon. Severus stopped outside the boys' toilets and pushed open the door, slipping quietly inside. The wall lamps were burning lower than usual and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. He paused and squinted ahead at the cubicles. The sinks were situated around the corner of the L-shaped room, against the furthest wall. Severus could hear a leaky tap dripping, rhythmic and loud, like the breathing... Breathing? He tilted his head to get a better listen, holding his breath, just to make sure he had heard correctly. Yes, that was definitely breathing - quick, rasping and speckled with little noises that were high pitched and unrecognisable, though male. Could it be one of the lower year students? Crying, perhaps? It sounded vaguely like sobbing. The last thing Severus wanted to do was walk in on someone crying. What if he was told to piss off? What if he was expected to help with whatever was wrong? He didn't consider himself qualified to counsel anyone - and didn't particularly want to even if he was, thank you very much. He just wanted to get the damn Lobalug blood off his skin before it started blistering. With little other choice Severus cautiously leaned forward, one hand braced against the wall for balance, and peered around the corner. There, beneath a wildly flickering enchanted lamp, and pushed in the gap between two sinks, was Sirius Black. Eyes closed and face tilted up towards the ceiling, Black gasped and bit his lip, the gleam of his teeth visible in the dancing orange light, the sheen of saliva wetting his mouth. Severus couldn't believe his eyes as he looked down at the source of Black's apparent rapture. With a fierce lurch of something akin to vertigo his eyes settled on James Potter, who was on his knees at Black's feet as if in worship, his head bobbing slowly back and forth as he swallowed Black's cock over and over and over and over... Severus pressed his hand across his mouth to prevent any noise escaping, tasting the sour fumes of the Lobalug blood on his tongue. He blinked, half expecting the apparition to disappear. Only it didn't. It seemed, and sounded, to be real. "Oh man, Prongs... Jesus fuck." Black's hips surged forwards and he caught a handful of Potter's hair in his fist. Severus knew he should have fled, but it was so shocking, fascinating, and wrong, how Potter seemed to know what he was doing, how he didn't mind so much that Black was now thrusting into his mouth, how he wasn't choking. That confirmed that Potter had done it before, and Severus couldn't help but feel compelled to watch, his feet rooted to the tile stones, stubbornly resisting the part of him that urged to get out of there. Trapped in a whirl of disbelief, disgust, and curiosity, he stared, noticing how Potter's fingers snuck up under Black's shirt tails and held his hips to keep him still; he could see the pale flatness of Black's stomach, almost as white as the shirt he wore. How Black's head fell forwards - hair spilling like oil around his face, his loosened tie hanging down to the point where it almost touched the top of Potter's head - so he could watch Potter taking him in, watch his own cock slip into Potter's mouth, almost all the way, then back out, and in again. Severus bit his palm, unable stop himself from wondering how that felt. He could hear them, the slick noise of Potter's mouth, the squeak of Black's hand against the porcelain basin to his left as he held on for balance, the moans. Severus let out a shuddering breath through his nose as quietly as he could. It was like descending into a fever; his robes suddenly too heavy, prickling his back and making him feel claustrophobic. Panic. Arousal. He shouldn't be watching. He shouldn't find it so- Black moaned, a sound the likes of which Severus had never heard before, and opened his legs wider. He pushed his thighs against the edges of the sinks surrounding him so Potter could have better access to him, as if he really needed it. The pumping of Potter's head quickened, as did Black's encouragement, the soft, sibilant curses muttered under his breath. "Yess... fffuck... yess... Prongs..." Severus swallowed around the lump in his throat, his heart pounding as he watched them spiralling into a more heated pace, together - Black and Potter were together! And at that moment Black's eyes opened and fell on Severus, almost startling Severus out of his skin. He automatically took a step back and came up against the wall. Frozen like an animal in a predator's line of sight, Severus remained pinned there by Black's intense gaze. He half expected Black to start roaring or pulling out his wand to fire a hex, but he didn't. His eyes merely widened in surprise and then then his mouth curled into a grimace, before he swiftly glanced down at Potter (who was oblivious and still sucking Black off wholeheartedly) and then back up at Severus. That horrid grimace slowly twisted into a smirk and Black moaned loudly. Severus thought he had seen it all, but obviously he had been wrong. Black let out another groan, though Severus was almost certain that this one was more forced than genuine. It was louder, longer, the note curving up at the end dramatically and echoing around the room. The bastard was putting on a show. Severus was astounded, once again, by this turn of events. He realised that Black wasn't going to say anything about his presence to Potter - he wasn't going to break Potter's pace at all. As this dawned on Severus he also realised that he was probably going to watch because, currently, his legs were still refusing to work. Holy fuck. Black's eyes had been locked on Severus's but now he lowered them and spoke hurriedly to Potter, a breathy, soft tone. "God yes, Prongs, that's so good. Fuck, you're the best..." Severus's throat was so tight he could barely breathe. He imagined Potter was in a similar state, given the situation. "Gonna... come on, come on, yes... ohh..." Black's eyes slid shut and his hips snapped forwards, jerking continually. Severus heard Potter's little grunt of satisfaction as Black came in his mouth. He doubted he'd forget for a long time neither that noise, nor the look on Black's face as he spun out of orbit. Severus almost sobbed as his cock jumped and jetted wet heat into his underwear; he hadn't been aware at which point his hand had found his groin and started squeezing, but he felt sore. His eyes were stinging from not blinking and drops of sweat curled slowly down the sides of his face. Black slumped back against the wall with one last sigh, and then pulled Potter up and into a kiss. Before Severus fled, he caught a glimpse of Potter's tongue, covered in Black's semen, as it snaked into Black's mouth so he could taste himself.
Severus looked up as Black stepped out of the shadowy archway opposite. He didn't sound particularly surprised, regardless of his words. Severus didn't bother responding. Instead he pushed himself away from the wall and stared. "I take it you know what this is about?" Severus nodded once. "Right then, I'll make this brief." Black brushed his hair away from his eyes, flicking it back behind his ears. It was a gesture Severus had watched him do countless times. It irritated him, and he often wondered if Black even knew he was doing it, or if it had become a reflex. "Basically, Snape, if you dare breathe a word of what you saw to anyone, I'll make sure you never speak again." Severus had pretty much been expecting that. He raised one eyebrow and gave Black a distasteful look. "What's the matter, Black? Are you afraid I'll go to Evans and tell her what her boyfriend has been getting up to behind her back... with his best friend, no less?" Damn, but it did feel good saying it, using his ammunition on his most hated enemy - two of his enemies, to get technical, even though Potter wasn't there to witness it. Black didn't need to reply, the look on his face said it all. He was here for that exact reason. "Do you really think I'm going to let it go that easily?" Severus continued. "Would you, if the roles were reversed? Somehow I think not." He was doing rather well; keeping his cool, level eye contact, steady voice. Black looked murderous. "Don't threaten me, Snivellus. I can hurt you in a heartbeat if I want to, and you know it. You're no match for me." "Oh, really?" Severus smiled smugly. "Maybe I am no match in brawn, but I certainly possess more brains. I can just as easily hurt you back and, trust me, my weapon can cut you much more deeply in the long run." He paused and then added in a drawl: "Or rather, cut Potter." "You fucker." "No, that's you." Severus was beginning to warm to this. He liked the fact that the very apparent tinge to Black's cheeks was because of him, a sure sign of growing fury, and how Black seemed to be having difficulties controlling himself. Severus wasn't scared; what he'd said was true. Black could perhaps hurt him physically, but he had no power in comparison to Severus's little nugget of information. "What the hell were you doing out of class anyway?" Black demanded. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was going to wash spilt potion off my hands. And that's when I found you and Potter. Trust you for not using a locking spell of some sort - there are many available. Couldn't you follow basic Charms in the first year?" Black clenched his jaw and, for a split second, Severus thought he was going to break the eye contact battle they were engaged in. What had that been, Severus wondered. Then the penny dropped. "Oh, so you purposefully left the room unguarded, did you? Did Potter know, or did you pretend to set the wards in place? Were you that desperate for a thrill that you would put your supposed best friends' love life in jeopardy?" Severus paused. "Of course you would," he added smoothly, making sure Black heard him. "It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that you're an exhibitionist even in matters of the... like what..." "Go on, say it Snape. It won't burn you." No, Severus wasn't going to rise to it. "Sex," Black said, drawing the word out, mocking him. "Do you even know what that means?" "It's really not working," said Severus. "You're trying to joke your way around the fact that I am in control here. Call it whatever you like, for all I care. The fact is, I witnessed you and Potter, and I'll tell his girlfriend if I want to, when I want to." Black's wand was out in a flash but Severus was prepared and roared "Expelliarmus!" before Black had even opened his mouth. The wand hit the wall, and then the floor, rolling to a stop a few feet away. Severus eyed it, satisfied that it was well out of Black's reach. Forcing his breathing slow and making sure his hand was steady, Severus turned his chin up slightly and sneered. "Bet you wish you had your little fan club with you now." "You don't scare me," Black said, taking a step towards him. "Even with your wand." Another step; Black's haughtiness was astounding, as if he expected Severus to wet himself at his approach. Severus humoured him, allowed Black to close in. He had the upper hand, after all - the hex was on the tip of his tongue. That was when Black chose to lunge. It happened fast; Severus dodged and slammed him against the wall, bringing his wand up and pressing it into the juncture at the base of Black's throat. Breathing heavily now, Black let out a short laugh. Severus felt it brush his cheek, the warm wash of Black's breath. He prodded his wand harder, blocking any chance of escape with his body. "What's this?" Black said, his dark eyes menacing. "Having to use force to get some action now, Snape?" Severus swallowed the retort, Black's words getting to him more than they perhaps should. What was he going to do now? Being up this close to someone wasn't the best range to hex them. But having Black pinned against a wall with no means of escape wasn't something Severus wanted to give up that easily, either. "If needs be," he finally said, deciding to call Black at his own game. "Scared you'll enjoy it?" "About as much as shagging one of the house elves, I'm sure. If not less." Black's eyes flicked to the right briefly, as if looking for someone to help him. There was no one around, and they both knew it. Slowly, Severus leaned closer, glad for the fact that Black was slumped against the wall which, for once, gave him the height advantage. "Go on Snape," Black whispered. "Hex me or do something." Severus was not expecting to find Black hard, as he pushed his leg between the other's thighs. Black let out a faint gasp, and Severus remembered the look on his face as Potter had swallowed him and the sight of Black's cock as it slid in and out of Potter's mouth. Severus knew exactly what it looked like hard, knew how thick and long it was, and that didn't help things at all. Again, the Gryffindor glanced down the corridor. Severus suddenly realised why. "Hoping we'll get caught?" he hissed. "Are you?" Black replied. Severus was about to ask what the hell he meant when he felt Black's fist connected gently with his groin, and the brush of knuckles against his cock. "Desperate for it, aren't you? Look at this," Black said, once again stroking Severus's arousal. "Can't get enough of me, eh Snape?" No, no, it wasn't supposed to happen like this! Severus had control here - he firmly told himself he had control. Black checked the corridor again, his gaze darting from the right then the left. "You call me desperate?" Severus snarled, bringing his wand up to Black's chin. He forced Black's head back, hearing the satisfying scrape of his head against the stone wall. "Who would you most like to come along? Your half-blood friend Lupin, perhaps? Surely not Potter - that would break his heart, wouldn't it, seeing you with me?" He had no doubt that Black would keep this from his friends to save face, which just gave Severus all the more to use against him. "Shut the fuck up," Black snapped, the smug quirk of mouth fading. His thighs clenched slightly around Severus's leg, and Severus felt the hard press of Black's cock again. "I want your word that you won't say anything to anyone about James." "You would hold me to my word? Somehow I doubt it." "That's no kind of answer. Your word, or you're in trouble Snape." "I'm surprised you feel you have grounds to throw threats at the moment." "Stop fucking around! Give me your word, now!" Severus's mouth curled and he leaned in very close to Black's face, so close he could see the fine hairs of his eyebrows, the tiny mole on his upper lip. "Make me," he said. The noise Black made was angry and wild, and suddenly his fingers were at Severus's trouser buttons, pulling them undone. "I can't get this over with quick enough." Severus couldn't be bothered to point out that Black was as hard as he was - not that it mattered. He doubted Black was that picky when it came down to it, from all Severus had heard about him from some of the other Slytherins. With a whispered spell Black's tie was loosened and, with one hard downward swipe of Severus's wand, the buttons of his shirt popped open, some of them raining on to the flagstones at their feet. "For fuck's sake, Snape, I'm not going to get into bed with you! Why the need for the strip show?" "Shut up," Severus said, caught out on that one. Maybe he just wanted to see what Black felt like under his hands. Warm and smooth and solid; Black's chest and stomach was as perfectly bone-white as the rest of him; taut and muscular, far more muscular than Severus could ever hope to be. He averted his eyes and stared down between their bodies as Black yanked his trousers open and pushed them roughly down around the top of his legs. Severus couldn't help but gasp as his cock sprang free into the late-afternoon air. For a second Black paused, looking down as well, then he quickly licked his palm before taking Severus's erection in his hand. It was impossible not to arch into the touch. Severus thrust his cock into Black's fist, slick with saliva and hot around him, real flesh belonging to another. He pumped his hips, gasping and pushing his face against Black's shoulder. For a moment he felt Black struggle, then: "You could at least... for fuck's sake!" Hooking his shaking fingers into the top of Black's trousers he pulled them undone and released Black's cock, letting the long, rigid weight of it settle in his hand with a soft smack that sounded louder to Severus than it probably was. He gave a quick, awkward tug and Black cursed. "Shit, you idiot - use some lubrication! Spit - anything." With no other means, Severus echoed Black and brought his hand up to his mouth, tasting the tang of sweat as he licked his palm quickly. "I can't believe I'm teaching you how to jerk off properly," Black said. "Did you wonder all these years why it hurt so much to do it?" That infuriating smugness had crept back into his voice. "Give it a rest," Severus snapped. "Of course I know how to do it right." It wasn't like the other's comfort was first and foremost in his mind. Black snorted. "Pay attention now. Not that you're likely to do this again with anyone soon-" He was cut off with a well aimed jab of Severus's wand against his neck. Thank goodness for small mercies, Black shut up, biting back on his fury. Severus's erection jumped as Black curled his hands around them both to form a tight circle of wonderful friction. Turning away, Black looked down the corridor. Severus could hear him panting under his breath and wrapped his free hand around Black's, feeling his rock-hard cock rubbing lightly against his own within their joined fists. Was he hoping someone would come along, Severus wondered. He certainly didn't share the feeling, intent on getting off, getting at Black and, more importantly, getting something back from Black for all the wrongs he'd done to him since Severus could remember. But damn, it did feel tremendous. When they both started moving together, rocking into each other, faster, longer, smoother strokes, Severus almost came undone on the spot. He bit his lip hard and soon gave up on trying to get his head around how good it felt, so different than when he was alone, twisting himself painfully to reach climax as quickly as possible. This was excruciating; the rub and steadily growing rhythm of another's hardness, the heady scent of another's body so close, arousal like fire in his blood stream, his cock swollen red and leaking, too much ohh too much. He felt Black's breath against his neck and he shivered and choked out a curse as he came with a ferocious intensity, slicking their hands in short, desperate bursts. It was so hot and fast his legs buckled for a second before he regained his footing. With Severus's come splattered down his trouser leg and over his fingers, Black continued to wank himself, holding onto Severus's hands so tight Severus felt his knuckles crunching together. Tilting his head up, Severus caught the look on Black's face, the same expression he had worn when Potter had been sucking him off. It was identical when he came, too; every line on his face deepened for a moment and his mouth dropped open. His eyelids shuddered closed as he rode through it, unbelievable in his beauty - Severus hated him. He didn't make a sound, though; he held back whatever noise contracted his throat. Severus didn't realise he was staring until Black's thrusts slowed to a stop and he looked at him with a scowl. He let go quickly and pushed Severus away. "Cleaning spell," he demanded. "Do it yourself," said Severus. He muttered a light Scouring Charm on himself before doing up his trousers. Black snorted. "Well, that was foul." He shook his head and then added: "Your word, Snape." Severus pursed his lips briefly then shrugged. "Fine. I'll keep your little secret." For now, he almost added. He had got what he wanted, and could still feel safe in the knowledge that he'd always have this hanging over Black and Potter's heads. He left Black there up against the wall, dishevelled and furious, covered in his own come as well as Severus's. A little something back for all the wrongs he had done. With triumph, Severus relished it on his way back to the Slytherin common room. But, later that evening, the feeling that there was still something lacking crept up on him and took hold. There was another option, another way to get at them and get revenge on them for their mere existence. He thought that perhaps it would do to have a private word with Potter soon, if he could get him on his own. ~Fin~ |
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