|Envinyatar (envinyatar15) wrote in envinyatar_fics,|
@ 2007-09-08 18:41:00
|Entry tags:||pairing:hp:severus/sirius, pt:12_fics:hp:severus/sirius, pt:50scenes:hp:general, pt:lions_serpents:hp:gryff/slyth, pt:potterverse100:hp:sirius|
[Ficlet] Wait for Me (Severus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: Wait for Me
Author: Envinyatar (aka envinyatar15)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Word Count: 4x100 plus 1x109
Summary: He’s waiting for someone who should have returned yesterday, if that someone were on schedule.
Notes: Written for stagesoflove, theme: times of day. Five drabbles that form an overall story arch. Unbeta'd. Originally posted here, November 11, 2006.
For 12_fics: #05 time, potterverse100: #20 Animagus, 50scenes: #11 change, lions_serpents: #07 dawn.
At dawn, Sirius gets up. His mind and body follow a certain schedule: he is unable to sleep past sunrise these days since it’s unnatural for his dog-like part. Twelve years of Azkaban, spent as Padfoot, have seen to that.
His mind is far from being calm. He’s waiting for someone who should have returned yesterday, if that someone were on schedule. But Snape didn’t come. The rising sun, still weak, sees Sirius restlessly pacing in the living room, breakfeast untouched. He’s worried.
Will he ever see him again? Will Snape return from his mission?
Sirius desperately hopes he will.
Noon hasn’t brought any changes with it, except that the sun is now so bright and strong Sirius doesn’t dare to go out. His eyes still haven’t grown completely accustomed to the light after having been used in the darkness for so long, so the sunshine nearly blinds him.
He’s eaten by now. He decided it would be no use if he were weak from starving, which he becomes quickly nowadays. He will probably need his strength to tend to Snape, judging from his delay. It’s always touch-and-go with him, and delays never mean anything good.
Hopefully he isn’t dead.
In late afternoon, Sirius starts. He’s been sitting by the window and staring outside for hours now, watching for a sign of Snape’s return.
He thinks he’s seen something, a shadow moving over there under the trees.
Looking at it for another moment, Sirius decides it’s indeed Snape, trying to drag himself to their meeting point but breaking down on the way. Checking for any signs of danger, Sirius darts out of the door and over to the figure.
Yes, it’s Snape, a bloody mess on the ground, covered with dirt, face bruised.
Sirius is infinitely happy at this sight.
Evening brings threatening darkness with it.
Sirius has taken Snape to the house and tended to him as well as possible, mending broken bones, healing bleeding wounds. Now he’s waiting for the spy to regain consciousness, caressing his hair every so often to assure himself the man on the couch is real. Every time Snape joins Voldemort, Sirius fears for him, and every time he returns, his wildest dream comes true.
Snape’s eyes open. Sirius leans down to kiss him, then murmurs against his lips, “Sleep.”
“No sleep,” Snape answers, pulling Sirius to him with a surprising amount of strength.
Sirius’ initial resistance – too much for him – gives way to burning passion as clothing is ripped out of the way. They rub their hard cocks together, eliciting moans from each other.
“Now,” Snape gasps in his ear. Sirius is about to comply by slicking his fingers, but Snape stops him. “Do it.” Sirius stares a moment in doubt, awaiting confirmation, which he receives. He lifts Snape’s hips, positions himself, and plunges in.
They groan in unison and begin moving in abandon. Release isn’t far away.
Fitfully, they sleep through the night, bodies touching even in sleep. They need the rest, for who knows what the next day will bring?