Title: Flying High
Author: centaury_squill
Characters/Pairings: Sirius/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: arousal from being in extremely dangerous/life-threatening situations
Other Warnings: character deaths (nobody you know)
Word Count: ~ 1750
Summary/Description: There's only one thing excites Sirius more than his beloved motorbike.
Author's Notes: As soon as I saw this theme I thought of Sirius as a young man. Then Severus insisted on joining him.


Flying High
Sirius hurries down the steps to the Hog's Head cellar. He's late, dammit, and after missing several previous meetings of the Order of the Phoenix, too. He stops at the bottom of the steps, puts on an air of nonchalance, and swaggers in.

"Hi, guys."

They look back at him with various expressions of annoyance and amusement. Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore,  Alastor Moody, the Longbottoms, his mate James, smirking and winking at him, Lily, Remus, Peter. A large barrel in a shadowy corner moves and reveals itself to be Hagrid, who grins and waves.

Sirius looks at Aberforth. "Left my bike in your goat shed, hope you don't mind."

"Better not be disturbing my Daisy," growls Aberforth. He starts to get to his feet, but his brother presses him back down with a warning look and steps out to confront Sirius.

"May I ask what has been engaging your attention of late, to the exclusion of your Order duties?"

Sirius really, really doesn't want to tell him. "Oh, my new flat in London," he mumbles, "things to do, you know." He looks up and is immediately caught by Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes. Sirius stares at him defiantly, trying to wall off the memories he doesn't want Dumbledore to see (that tattooed Hell's Angel in the seedy Muggle pub, the temptation to boast, to break the Statute of Secrecy). He takes a deep breath (the fight, broken glass everywhere, escaping on his flying motorbike, the excitement).

Dumbledore peers over his glasses, the twinkle for once absent (sheets stained with axle-grease, Muggle youth panting beneath him) – he's saying something but Sirius isn't listening (the street riots, police batons, hurling bricks and bottles; the hurried coupling in the alley then another quick getaway on his flying bike before he's caught...)

He blinks. "Sorry, what did you say?"

Dumbledore gives him a strange look. "I was asking for volunteers for a dangerous task, one which should supply the excitement you seem to crave."

"Oh," says Sirius, slightly unnerved. How much did Dumbledore actually see? Does he know the precise nature of Sirius' excitement?

Dumbledore swiftly outlines his 'task'. Apparently a gang of Death Eaters have plans to attack a Muggle farm a short distance from Godric's Hollow. They must be stopped, and if possible brought in for questioning. He does not explain how he came by this information, and nobody asks. Alastor Moody does, however, question a possible conflict of interest with the Auror Office, to which he and several of the others belong.

"As I understand it," Dumbledore says, "and correct me if I am wrong, but I believe the Aurors to be concentrating their efforts on threats against Wizarding families?"

"Yes," replies Moody, "but we do try to protect Muggles as well, where we can. The problem is there are so few of us. But I'll volunteer for this if you think it important."

"Oh, I do," Dumbledore says. "Most certainly. Would anybody else like to volunteer?"

Everybody does, although Peter Pettigrew seems rather reluctant, and only raises his hand after a hefty shove in the ribs from James. Peter looks relieved when Dumbledore, after some thought, selects Moody, Sirius, and Remus, but listens intently to Dumbledore's briefing nonetheless. Sirius wonders briefly about this: does Peter wish he wasn't such a coward? Then he forgets all about his old schoolfriend in the enjoyment of helping to plan the mission.

*
"Do you think anybody from the Auror Office is likely to turn up?" Remus asks Moody. Sirius listens eagerly for his reply, he doesn't want any Aurors spoiling their fun.

They're ensconced on a wooded ridge overlooking the Muggle farm, able to keep a lookout, but well hidden from view. Sirius has covered his flying motorbike in dead bracken so the sun won't glint off its polished metal surfaces and betray them. Moody sweeps the skyline with his magic telescope before answering.

"Not as far as I know, but Crouch doesn't tell me everything. And if Dumbledore wants these Death Eaters alive for questioning, I hope they don't."

"What do you mean?" asks Sirius.

"Ever since Barty Crouch gave us  powers to kill rather than capture, some young thugs fresh out of Auror training have been doing just that. I don't agree with it, myself, nor with him authorising the use of Unforgivables." He gives Sirius a stern look. "But if any Aurors do happen to turn up, you stay out of their way, young Black. I don't want – "

"Hey!" Remus interrupts suddenly. "Something's happening."

Moody and Sirius both stare in the direction he's pointing. A couple of men are leaving the house and heading across the farmyard. They disappear into a barn.

"Just Muggle farm workers," Sirius says, disappointed.

"But don't you think they were moving a bit oddly?"

Sirius frowns. The Muggles did seem to be walking rather stiffly, but maybe they're just tired after a hard day's work?

"What are they doing?"

One of the Muggles has reappeared in the doorway of the  barn. He's carrying a pitchfork, and is jerkily tossing hay out into the yard, around the side of the barn. Then he pulls out something that glints in the sun, holds it at arm's length, seems almost to be fighting it.

Moody studies him through his telescope, his face grim.

"It's a cigarette lighter," Sirius says suddenly. "He's setting fire to the barn – what the fuck –"

Moody pulls out his wand. "Come on."

"But they're Muggles –"

"Look at his face, you idiots! He's under Imperius."

*
Sirius drags his motorbike out from under cover, kicks it into life. It hovers a few inches above the ground with Sirius astride, grinning happily at his companions.

"Jump up behind me!" he shouts, and Remus and Moody do.

With a loud roar, the flying bike zooms down into the farmyard. Sirius' passengers jump off, wands at the ready; Sirius has already spotted a figure in Death Eater's mask and cloak lurking behind an old apple tree, and aims his bike straight at him.

All hell breaks loose.

There's a shrill scream from the farmhouse, the door bangs open and more Death Eaters rush out. One pauses to aim his wand at the sky and the Dark Mark blooms ominously over the farm. Then they're all attacking Remus and Moody, who, back to back, are duelling doggedly. Moody even succeeds in dousing the barn fire with a swift Aguamenti mixed in with his defensive hexes.

Sirius grabs the nearest Death Eater, flings him over the front of his saddle and roars up into the air, with some vague idea of holding him hostage; killing curses whiz and crackle around the flying motorbike, but Sirius succeeds in dodging them, helped by Remus and Moody diverting their casters' attention.

The violent jinking of the bike makes the Death Eater's hood fall back to reveal lank, greasy black hair which looks suspiciously familiar. Sirius yanks off the mask and finds himself face-to-face with...

"Snivellus," he says, contemptuously. "I might have known."

Another killing curse misses them by inches. Sirius yelps gleefully; as always, danger is making him horny; he grinds against Snape, the smell of sweat and burnt hay acrid in his nostrils, then realises...

Snape's hard, too.

*
In the farmyard below, the balance of power has shifted; a posse of young Aurors has arrived, no doubt alerted by the Dark Mark still sullenly glowing over the farmhouse. The Death Eaters, now outnumbered, are concentrating their wandpower on their opponents in the farmyard. Sirius momentarily loses himself in frotting against Snape, then realises his mistake; the Aurors are firing off deadly curses in all directions. One narrowly misses him, leaving a smoking scar on his precious motorbike instead.

Sirius swears obscenely, pulls his bike into a steep climb. He feels a  chill as they pass among the lurid green stars which make up the skull-and-snake of Morsmordre. He no longer seems able to control the bike, his vision blurs, the shouts from the farmyard below are faint and faraway.

Suddenly sensation returns with a rush. Sirius finds himself staring into Snape's black eyes, which glitter with reflected green stars. One of Snape's hands holds a wand, the other – Sirius shivers – cups the firm bulge swelling the front of Sirius' tight denim jeans.

"You're living dangerously, Black," sneers Snape. "If I hadn't been here the magic in the Dark Mark would've squashed you like a fly."

His hand tightens around Sirius' erection.

Sirius growls, low in his throat. "I'm not the only one living dangerously," he says, and drags up Snape's cloak and robe, bunching them awkwardly above his hips.

They struggle, briefly in danger of falling headlong from the bike before settling into a more stable position: Snape, his scrawny legs locked round Sirius' neck, shoulders braced against the handlebars; Sirius, jeans now round his ankles, thrusting eagerly against Snape's impossibly tight opening.

The wand twitches in Snape's hand and his passage opens gloriously before Sirius, surrounding his cock in a hot, lubed sheath. Sirius growls again, pulls out, slams back in triumphantly. Snape pokes him irritably in the ribs with his wand.

"Faster, damn you," he snarls, bucking up under Sirius. His ankles increase their stranglehold around Sirius' neck.

"Let –  me – breathe!" coughs out Sirius.

Snape relaxes his grip infinitesimally. Sirius pounds mercilessly into him, not caring if he hits Snape's prostate or not, but Snape seems to thrive on this treatment, if his wildly jerking cock is anything to go by. He comes moments before Sirius, his spunk spattering their sweaty bodies, his legs relaxing their grip.

Sirius howls his own release then slumps bonelessly over Snape, eyes closed, breathing heavily. The green glow of the Dark Mark presses on his eyelids; he spares a moment to think how ridiculous they must look, dangling like a bogey from the nose-hole of the skull.

He opens his eyes, peers down at the farmyard below, sees Remus being attacked by two Death Eaters at once. Roughly pushing Snape's legs off  his shoulders, Sirius pulls his jeans back up, and puts the bike into a steep dive. Leaping off while it's still several feet above the yard, he gleefully joins in the fight.

When the mayhem dies down at last, a Muggle, three Death Eaters and two Aurors lie dead on the ground. Two Muggles cower nearby, looking blank. Moody and another Auror have a fourth Death Eater at wandpoint, quarrelling over custody. Sirius looks around anxiously. To his relief, Remus appears unscathed. But in all the confusion, Snivellus has succeeded in slipping away unnoticed.

Sirius doesn't know whether he's glad or sorry.

-fin-