Entry tags:

*fic, 2006-11, author: lore, character: remus, character: severus, character: sirius, theme: blowjobs

FIC: Not One or the Other - Convincing (Snape/Lupin/Black), NC17/NWS

Title: Not One or the Other - Convincing
Author: lore
Characters: (Lupin)/Snape/Black
Rating: NC17/NWS
Warnings: Hint of bestiality
Kinks chosen: Blow Jobs
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: Sirius feels like they're slipping away.
Author's notes: Part of the Not One or the Other universe. These characters, etc., belong to JKR and I am merely taking them out for a smutastic spin. Thanks to innerslytherin for support and beta. Feedback would be welcome in any form it might take, so squee or concrit away!

Not One or the Other
Not One or the Other - Call Transfer: This story follows immediately after Call Transfer.


Sirius stood and, eyes narrowed in anger, regarded the man floating motionless in the air, his cock still standing out from a tangle of black hair, trousers and pants. From the murderous look on Severus' face, Sirius congratulated himself for thinking of using the Petrificus in combination with the floating charm. Not that Severus had a right to be upset.

"I'm right here, you know! Did you think I wouldn't have given you a tumble if that's-" Sirius waved his hand before Severus' frozen erection. "-what you wanted?" A drop of come made a slow trek down Severus' cheek and Sirius stepped closer, drawn by the movement, realization dawning slowly as he smelled the difference between sweat and Remus.

"You'd let him do anything, wouldn't you?" Severus couldn't move, but he didn't appear any less furious. Lapping thoroughly, strong enough to feel the scrape of Severus' stubble, Sirius licked what he could find of Remus' orgasm from Severus' face. "Defile you." Sirius moved Severus to the bed and bound him with the ropes that they employed on a regular enough basis to leave attached to the posts. "Humiliate you, as long as you could have him." When Sirius released the charms, Severus remained silent but relaxed against the simple blue duvet, his erection still firm against his belly.

Sirius could already feel them slipping away, Severus and Remus. He banished the dark man's clothes and feasted his eyes on the pale, rangy flesh laid bare before him. It was a sight Sirius knew well, but he drank Severus in as if it might be the last time he'd be allowed to look. He may have shagged Severus first, but they had come together out of a need for Remus, and Sirius had never forgotten it. The fact that Severus seemed withdrawn much of the time, that he'd been subtly resisting their efforts to bring him into the household, solidified Sirius' fears - Severus only wanted Remus, and Sirius was part of the devil's deal Severus made with himself to get to Remus.

Bollocks.

Stripping his clothes off hastily, Sirius climbed onto the bed and bent low over Severus' face. Sirius Black wasn't getting left behind without a fight, although he knew better than to try to kiss the other man so soon after hexing him. Instead, he pressed dry lips to Severus' throat and rubbed his cheek against the sensitive flesh just below it because he knew his dark lover liked the burning sensation. They had always known how to deal each other pain, but Sirius had thought the past had become dulled enough to let the three of them work despite all logic. Sirius had never put much stock in logic, considering how artfully he wielded the irrationality that was magic.

Severus breathed in sharply, as if the spells that held him had only just been lifted, and Sirius sensed tension gathering in the other man's body. He decided he had better get on with it before Severus began struggling. As he moved down, Sirius scooped up Severus' cock with his lips and took him deep. Holding Severus in his mouth, Sirius let his tongue work around the length, coating it with saliva so it would glide easily and tasting it for his own pleasure. Sirius thought the act might be more exciting if he were Padfoot, but Severus had never seemed the least bit interested in his Animagus form.

"Black, you do not-" Another deep breath because Sirius had swallowed at the same time he tugged at the wisps of hair surrounding Severus' nipples. Repeating the same movements caused Severus to jerk against the restraints and Sirius had to concentrate not to smile. They used the ropes most often with Severus to force him to focus on his own pleasure. Sirius would know it was time to finish the job when Severus' struggles turned into pure writhing.

Sirius mounted no less than a full-on assault of Severus' senses. When he sensed the other man approaching the brink, Sirius would change tactics just enough to take the edge off, scraping his nails down Severus' ribs or releasing his cock long enough to take a bite at a ridge of dancing hipbone. And Sirius reveled in the power and glory of reducing his historically stoic, reserved lover to incoherent moans and curses. As his jaw began to tire, Sirius slipped his fingers into his mouth with Severus' cock and wet them while they massaged around the base and then slid them down and into the other man's opening.

The additional stimulation caused Severus to reach that oasis where he was twisting and bucking and crying out random words like "Black", "God" and "thereyesthere", and that was when Sirius would feel like he was coming close to repaying the debt he owed the dark man for bringing him back to himself those many months ago when Sirius thought he would never be able to feel any kind of passion again. "Now now now" made Sirius hollow his cheeks and give a final twist with his wrist, and warmth flowed through him as Severus spent himself pushed hard against the back of Sirius' throat.

Sirius savoured the taste with a final pull of his lips, taking as much moisture with him as he could as he lifted away from Severus. The ache in his own cock would not be denied any longer and Sirius reared up on his knees, hands flying to grip himself just as quick as he could. He'd done his best for Severus and could only hope it would be enough to convince the other man of his worth before one tryst alone with Remus became two and then ten and then Sirius out, if not the house, then at least the bedroom.


He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes to see Severus staring at him in disgust, so he worked his hands fast and hard along his length, trying to finish as quickly as possible. In the darkness, he could see scenes of Remus and Severus and himself, a tangle of limbs and kisses and desperate need - equals in everything, or so Sirius had hoped until tonight - and the last family Sirius would ever know or allow.

"Why did we ever fight?" Sirius muttered, his tone pleading, familiar in its brokenness, and the question one for the ages. This was the doubt he never let Remus see anymore. Only Severus, with his relentless silence, could coax it from him.

"We didn't trust each other." Arms came around Sirius then, Severus free through his own magic and surging up to hold on to the other man. One hand dropped to cover Sirius' on his cock and Sirius' heart-rate soared as their fingers automatically entwined to slow and focus the friction.

"I want- I want to trust us now." Sirius included himself because there was every possibility of him mucking things up all on his own. Severus' hand twitched and tightened. "Want us together." His mouth was open, panting for air, but Sirius kept his eyes locked on Severus', stripping away all defences to show the other man how much he needed him.

"Daft man-" Severus pushed Sirius over and went down on him, swallowing his cock less deeply, but with great enthusiasm. It was only a few moments of tight suction before Sirius screamed and nearly bent double from the intensity of Severus' ministrations. "You mean to tell me," Severus swallowed again to clear his throat, "that you and Lupin never indulge when I spend my nights at Hogwarts?"

Sirius stared. Of course he and Remus had fooled around when Severus wasn't home, but it was just about the release and they often felt like someone was missing. "Yes, but-"

Remus chose that moment to come barreling into the room, chanting "don't be dead, don't be dead". He skidded to a halt at the side of the bed, his eyes wide and panting from hurrying out of the hotel and running the distance from the anti-Apparation shield boundary. Apparently, he had thought twice about leaving Severus in the hands of an angry Sirius.

"Black has decided our Floo-call was too exclusive for him." Severus said this while looking in Sirius' eyes, still draped over his body starkers and holding on to his shoulders. In turn, Sirius stopped breathing so he could study all the nuances of the conversation happening over his head.

"That's ridiculous, Sirius! You can't possibly expect Severus to-"

"I shall be moving my things in next Saturday."

Severus spoke directly to Sirius again and Remus grinned, but it was Sirius who broke the silence that followed as they all considered Severus' decision, his voice laced with relief and a note of returning confidence. "About damn time, Snape."


fin.

The story continues in Not One or the Other - Starting from Zero (Nothing to Lose).


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