Failure to CommunicateAuthor: eeyore9990Characters/Pairings:
Erotic ArtOther Warnings:
Bad Stick Art (with stick figure peen!)Word Count:
Severus is deeply disturbed by the stick figure art Black keeps sending him. Author's Notes:
*g* Dedicated to everyone taking part in this year's hp_april_fools
, because not everyone can be multitalented! LOL!!
Severus felt the blood drain from his face as he looked down at Black's latest... note
. Though, really, could a crudely-drawn, threatening bit of stick-person art be termed a note?
Severus pressed the tips of his fingers against the desktop, flexing them for a moment as he considered what to do with the crumpled parchment in front of him. Black hadn't signed it, and unless his Head of House was adept at reading shaky quill-strokes--really, the prat couldn't even draw a straight line!--and attributing them properly, Severus would never be able to convince her Black was behind his harassment.
He glanced down at the drawing, shuddering lightly when what appeared to be blood burst from the stomach of the stick figure being beheaded. Wadding up the parchment, he shoved it in his pocket; he'd decide what to do about it later. For now, he had to pay attention to Professor McGonagall.
Transfiguration was not his best class, and NEWTs were next month.
Something nearly weightless hit the side of Severus' head as he entered the Great Hall for dinner. Frowning, he looked around, then down, and spotted an airplane made of parchment on the floor at his feet. Glancing around suspiciously, he caught sight of Black striding away from him toward the Gryffindor table and immediately froze in the process of picking up the parchment.
Suddenly nervous, his hand hovered over the airplane, fingers twitching slightly. When his back began to ache, he shook himself and straightened, withdrawing his wand and casting a few diagnostic spells on the parchment. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be cursed with something as juvenile as Gryffindor-red hair--or worse--Severus plucked the airplane from the floor between his thumb and first finger and, holding it straight in front of him, walked over to the Slytherin table.
Seating himself, he ignored the food that appeared on his plate in favour of examining the parchment. He was nearly certain he knew what he'd find, but damned if he could stop himself from unfolding it anyway. Bracing himself, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing for a few seconds, then cracked one eye open and glanced down.
"Son of a bitch!" he whispered, batting the parchment away. Dropping his head into his hands, he attempted to erase the image he'd just seen from his memory.
Two figures, again, one in a prone position on the floor, the other kneeing him in the groin over and over. Severus dropped one hand to his lap, covering his balls in sympathy.
A shout caused him to look up and he watched as Black swaggered toward the doors of the Great Hall, calling something over his shoulder at Potter, who was still sitting at their table, stuffing his face.
Determination flooded him. This had to stop and apparently the only way for it to do so was for him to confront Black in person. If nothing else, he'd then have the memory of Black admitting to his behaviour as proof to show the Headmaster and their respective heads of house.
Gathering up the parchment that he'd managed to knock so that it balanced precariously at the far edge of the table, Severus jumped from his seat and hurried after Black.
Severus waited until Black was sauntering past a disused corridor to make his presence known. Pushing Black deep into the recesses of the corridor, Severus waved the parchment in his face and hissed, "What the fuck is this? You haven't the wit to write your threats in English, so you've been reduced to drawing out the foul deeds you want to perform?"
"Foul?" Black asked, lips twisted into a self-satisfied smirk. "Not sure I'd say it's foul..."
"Not only is it foul, but if this is what goes on in that head of yours, you need serious help. A mind healer, for starters," Severus spat, glaring at Black, whose expression was growing more and more confused. "You're as psychotic as that cousin of yours."
"Psychotic? What the fuck are you on about, Snape?" Black yanked the parchment from Severus and glanced down at it. "I mean, I understand if you're not into that sort of thing, but psychotic
is a bit melodramatic, don't you think?"
"Into that sort of thing?
I can't imagine anyone who would
be 'into that sort of thing', you ignorant prat!"
"Well, excuse me for thinking you might enjoy yourself! You know, there are a lot of blokes in this castle that would love
for me to offer--"
"You're mad if you think anyone
would want to be threatened with decapitation, or being gutted, or... or..." Severus jabbed his finger at the parchment Black had clenched in his fist. "Or being emasculated."
"Decapitation? What? Look, I don't know what you've heard, but I only use my teeth when asked! I never
"Use your teeth?" Severus stepped back, checking the distance to the main corridor. Severus hadn't considered until just this moment how dangerous
confronting Black could be. Especially alone. What the hell had he been thinking?
"I am excellent
at sucking cock, you wanker, and I won't have you ruining my reputation by implying that I bite! Look, just forget I offered. I was obviously out of my head."
Severus, a hot reply on the tip of his tongue, found his brain replaying that last rejoinder from Black and going utterly blank. "Sucking.... cock? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Black pushed his hair back from his face angrily, glaring at Severus as he said, "Fine! You don't want to shag. I get it!"
As Black tried to push past him, Severus grabbed onto his robes and said, "Wait! What do you mean, 'shag'?"
"Shag? You know, fuck. Have sex? Intercourse?"
"I know what it means, you--" Severus bit off the insult that leapt to his tongue and took a deep breath before saying, "How on earth did you expect me to understand that you--apparently having taken temporary leave of your senses--wanted to shag?"
Black waved the parchment around. "I sent this to you, didn't I? And a few others?"
Severus rubbed at his forehead. "Yes, but I neglect to see how this..." Severus tilted his head. "Perhaps what we have here is a failure to communicate. Explain to me, if you would, what exactly you've drawn there?"
Black blinked twice before lifting the parchment and pointing at the people in it. "That's me," he said, indicating the figure being pummelled. "And that's you fucking me senseless."
Severus took a few moments to allow that to sink in before digging that morning's drawing out of his pocket. "And this one? The one that looks like a person being decapitated and gutted?"
Rolling his eyes, Black muttered, "It's not that bad. And again. That's me. That's you fucking me."
"And the line around the neck? The one that led me to believe you were harbouring a secret desire to slash my throat or otherwise remove my head from my body?"
"That's my tie. I've always wanted to do it with just my tie on. Sort of a leash." Black grinned, waggling his eyebrows at Severus.
"What about this?" Severus asked, pointing to the pool of blood on the floor under what Black claimed to be him.
"Oh, well, that's my come."
"You come in Gryffindor red? Do tell."
"Oh, shut up, you berk. I only have two colors of ink."
Severus pursed his lips and tilted his head, attempting to see what Black obviously assumed was apparent. He supposed it was possible, and at least it made slightly more sense... Actually, it didn't. "Why me?"
"You hate me. I loathe you. These are indisputable facts. Why on earth would you send me... this..."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Black shrugged and said, "Because you hate me."
"Would, if you'd let me come the first time."
"Please do not attempt wit. You haven't the ability. And answer the question."
"So I knew a bloke once who had sex with another bloke he
hated. Said it was the best fuck ever. I was... intrigued. No one hates like we do."
Severus stared at Black, waiting for the quirk of lips that said this was a prank. Or for Black's idiot friends to leap into the corridor. Something. When long minutes passed with no interruptions, Severus held up the parchment and said, "You've got it wrong."
"The proportions are all wrong. Legs to arms to torso. But more than that, you've drawn my cock far too small."
Black shifted further into the shadows; the dim light caught the tip of his tongue as he ran it over his lips. "Is that so? Prove it."
Curiosity overriding his normally cautious nature, Severus followed Black, undoing the placket of his trousers and lifting his semi-hard cock free. "See?"
A stifled gasp, then, "Yeah. Yeah, I was way off. That's... come here."
Severus paused until Black grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him forward. Spinning them both, Black backed Severus into the wall, pressing their bodies together until Severus could feel that Black was even more eager than he was. Black pressed his nose to the side of Severus' neck, just below his ear, until Black's ragged breathing was all Severus could hear. A tiny shift of their hips and Severus had to clench his teeth against the friction of their hard cocks rubbing against one another. The pleasure was... wrong.
He shouldn't want this, shouldn't enjoy it. This was Black
, for fuck's sake.
Searching for a way to make this better--for himself because he didn't give a fuck if Black found what he
was looking for--Severus tilted his head and sank his teeth into Black's shoulder. Black's hiss of pain was just the edge Severus had been searching for. With a grunt, Severus shoved at Black, ripping at his clothing as they began a fight for dominance right there in the corridor.
The knowledge that anyone could come along and see them, see Severus' flashing teeth catching at Black, see the way Black's hands were holding him so needily
, see the strips of bare skin that were turned toward and away from the light as they reversed position again and again only added another degree of insanity to what they were doing. Grabbing his wand, Severus used a cutting spell on Black's robes, until they hung in tatters from his lithe frame. While Black was distracted at the state of his robes, Severus spun him into the wall and pinned him there with magic.
Teeth scraping along Black's jaw, Severus muttered, "This is only a trial, you understand."
"God, I hope so," Black hissed, writhing as much as he could in his state.
Severus dropped his hand between their bodies, grabbing both their cocks awkwardly in his grasp, and attempted to stroke them both. Within seconds, he grunted in frustration and simply rocked his hips against Black's, allowing their firm flesh to slide sweatily over and against one another. It wasn't perfect, not even close, but it was enough
. When Severus looked back up, Black bit at his lips, hard enough to draw blood.
"Thought you didn't bite," Severus groaned, thrusting harder.
"Only when I'm sucking cock. Unless you can levitate, that's a bit off the table today."
Severus thrust several more times, whispering filthy encouragement to Black until, with a muffled scream, Black poured out his orgasm between them. The slippery hotness pulsing over his cock was Severus' undoing and he stepped back, wanking his cock with a firm grip until he came in long spurts all over Black. Stumbling backward, he fell against the opposite wall and remained there until he'd managed to catch his breath.
Standing straight on shaky legs, he clumsily rearranged his clothing until he could pass for neat, and stepped toward the main corridor.
"Wait!" Black hissed. "Where are you going? Let me down from here!"
Severus paused and glanced back over his shoulder. "Not a chance. This is far too delicious an opportunity to pass up."
"Snape, you fucker! Get back here and--"
Still struggling against the sticking charm, Black glanced up and said, "What?"
Severus smirked just as he reached the line where the light from the main hall cut through the darkness of the corridor they were in. "I can