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[Fic] Morning After (Severus/Sirius, PG-13)
Title: Morning After
Author: Envinyatar (aka envinyatar15)
Pairing: Severus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Highlight for Warnings: *Sirius-didn't-die-AU*
Canon-compliance: ...up to Goblet of Fire
Word Count: 1,705
Summary: Five scenarios of a Morning After. The one thing they have in common: Sirius wakes up to Severus' elbow between two ribs, which is less than ideal.

Notes: Random plotbunny demanding to be written in between university applications. Meant as something fun to alleviate the stress and tension. Many thanks to zebraspots05 for the beta; any remaining mistakes are my own.

For 12_fics: #12 fling; potterverse100: #038 sleep; challenge_the: #033 messy; lions_serpents: #38 real.


Scenario I: Denying It Ever Happened

Sirius woke up as a sharp elbow hit him between two ribs.

"Ow! Shit. What in bloody hell..."

He always reacted with cursing when his sleep was disrupted. Disturbing it was one of the things you should really not do if you didn't want to piss off Sirius Black, the criminal and lunatic. Not healthy. Especially not when his brain was trying to pound its way out of his skull.

Then a foot hit his shin and the next moment the body beside him scrambled away and out of the bed with a distinct "Fuck fuck fuck..." Which made this a pretty shitty Morning After, as these things went. Panicked cursing was not exactly the reaction Sirius was looking for.

Then realisation hit the same moment his brain fired another round of pain, and things got worse. There was no way in hell that voice belonged to...

Well, apparently there was a way.

Wide-eyed and speechless, Sirius stared at the figure of Hogwarts' haughty potions master, the one and only Severus Snape. He was doing... something... (relocating his clothes?) on the floor, for at the moment his bony ass was sticking into the air, naked asthe day he was born.

Indeed there was a way, because there were come stains on Snape's thigh.

Christ on a cracker, had Sirius really been that drunk last night? Defeating Voldemort sure as hell justified a lot, but this...?

When Sirius finally had his neurons convinced to the point that they stopped throwing bombs at him, he sat up, thinking perhaps talking would shed some light on what had happened. (Well, yeah, okay, so perhaps he still wasn't thinking straight, because talking? To Snape? Huh. The only words spoken would be Avada Kedavra.) But whatever Sirius would have decided to do, it was too late anyway - Snape had already cursed his way into his trousers and shirt and opened the door. A confused "Sna-" was all Sirius could get out before Snape cut him off.

"This never happened." Then Snape was out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Sirius fell back on the pillow and sighed. Okay, Denial Land it was. Right. Not exactly unexpected. Now to figure out what to do, because Sirius was not going to go there, not even for a short visit. A twelve-year-long stay had been enough, thanks very much.

It wasn't time for a plan yet, though. The day was too bright and his mouth was too dry and his head ached too much, so he closed his eyes.

No, this really was a pretty shitty Morning After, as these things went.

Then he was under again.

*~*~*

Scenario II: Blaming the One...

Sirius woke up when a sharp elbow hit him between two ribs.

"Ow! Shit. What in -" was as far as he got in his new morning routine, which was already disrupted on the second day. Brilliant.

Then a foot hit his shin and the next moment the body beside his was flush against him, skin on skin, as hands closed tightly around Sirius' wrists and pinned them above his head, powerful enough to be sure to leave bruises. "Black, you pathetic excuse for a wizard," a voice furiously breathed into Sirius' ear, and Sirius went rigid, horror clearly written all over his face.

Fuck.

Again.

"Tell me, what did you do to me this time?" Snape murmured, and the threat in those words couldn't be any clearer if he was yelling. Sirius shivered. "You like this? You like me pinning you in place, giving you no chance but to obey me? Not even fighting me, so desperate are you?"

Those words finally brought a reaction from Sirius. He twisted violently and with a growl he threw Snape off him, jumping out of the bed and turning to stare at Snape with his upper lip curled in a snarl.

"Fuck you," he said, the words forced out between his locked teeth, fury bubbling deep within him, chasing away any tiredness he might have felt. "You think I'm desperate enough to fuck you, Snivellus?"

In an instant Snape was out of bed and in Sirius' face, fist connecting with cheek bone with a sickening crack. (And yes, Sirius still had the brain power to be glad that Snape hadn't remembered he was a wizard, for if the man had - well, the consequences of his fury might have been much more dire.)

Then there was silence as they glared at each other, blood lust all over their faces. Just as Sirius prepared for the beginning of what might very well be the end, Snape turned on his tail and, with a wave of his hand clothed, he disappeared out the door.

The sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through the walls for what felt like an eternity.

*~*~*

Scenario III: ...And Blaming the Other

Sirius woke up when a sharp elbow hit him between two ribs.

"Ow! Shit. What in bloody hell..."

Then a foot hit his shin and the next moment the body beside his turned over.

This time Sirius knew who it was; the circumstances were just too familiar for the other man in the bed to be anyone but Snape.

Three days in a row now, and Sirius had no idea why. It made him furious, and he was in Snape's personal space within a fraction of a second after the shin incident. This time it was Snape whose wrists were pinned above his body, Sirius who was breathing in his ear. No words were coming out, though, fury and anger and frustration tying his tongue in a tight knot. Instead he shoved Snape from the bed, the emotional turmoil inside him spurring a physical reaction. Snape was caught off-guard by this, stumbling to the ground in a heap of limbs and bed sheets. It gave Sirius the time to pull himself together; allowed him to use his height advantage, draw himself up on the bed and let out all of what he'd been keeping in.

"You fucker. If you don't want it, just stop, and we can go back to hating each other in peace!" Yelling felt good. Yelling was all Sirius trusted himself to do, because anything else might have betrayed emotions, might have betrayed how his eyes had followed Snape's way through the Great Hall last night - and it hadn't been hatred speaking from his eyes, that much his constantly half-hard cock had been very clear on. Thin line between love and hate and all that, even though no one in their right mind could call what was between the two of them love.

Snape's eyes betrayed nothing as he steadily looked back at Sirius, blackness creating a wall between them, letting nothing out and nothing in. Sirius felt ready to do anything to get a reaction out of the other man: pound his fist into the other man's head, or sink his teeth into the vulnerable flesh at the throat, or kick Snape until he broke.

Both of them broke.

All he did was whisper "Why don't you let me hate you," and there it was, the dreaded crack Sirius had been trying to avoid, but it was no use; he couldn't hold it back. He clenched his eyes shut. "Get out," he forced out, and he wasn't in the least surprised when he heard Snape get off the floor, head for his clothes and make his way out of Sirius' quarters.

There was no loud slam this time, only the quiet sound of a door falling shut. Sirius couldn't help but think that this sound was more than just the manifestation of a physical barrier; it was the manifestation of something he might never be able to overcome.

*~*~*

Scenario IV: Confused, But Accepting

Sirius woke up when a sharp elbow hit him between two ribs.

"Ow! Shit. What in bloody... Oh no."

Then a foot hit his shin and the next moment the body beside his tried to edge away slowly, but this time Sirius was already mostly awake and a little prepared. A week of not waking up like this had given him time to think about exactly what he wanted, the desire for his once-enemy not exactly a thing that had come out of nowhere. He rolled over and pinned Snape beneath him, staring at him while surprise and hope and anger and confusion were knotting in his stomach.

All these feelings must have shown on his face, because suddenly there were Snape's hands in Sirius' hair and Snape's lips on his, carefully, as if Snape was kissing a wild animal and was afraid to be bitten - or perhaps Snape thought of himself as the wild animal that was afraid to be backed into a corner, who knew. Snape Logic wasn't exactly equivalent to everone else's, was Sirius' impression.

But that was okay, because Sirius' own logic? Was pretty much screwed, too.

There was a moment of shock in which Sirius didn't react as thoughts warred in his head, causing Snape to draw back ever so slightly. That finally brought Sirius back into the here and now, spurring him into action. Snape putting distance between them again he wouldn't have; he'd been wanting this, waiting for it for too long to let it go now. He leaned into Snape, kissing him with all he had. Slowly he coaxed the other man's lips open, suddenly in charge as jumbled emotions gave way to satisfaction and desire, a deep humming settling in Sirius' stomach. The anger colouring their previous encounters flew out the window, replaced by warmth and then, as they began to learn each other from the scratch, heat.

That day, no doors were shut; instead many were opened.

*~*~*

Coda: And They Lived Happily Ever After

Sirius woke up when a sharp elbow hit him between two ribs.

"Ow! Shit. Snape."

Then a foot hit his shin and the next moment the body beside his rolled over to spoon up behind him. "'m sorry," a deep, sleep-roughened voice mumbled in his ear.

"'s okay," Sirius muttered back, and just like that he slipped back under.

There were no more doors in sight.