Soon, Snape's mouth was open, but there was no sound coming from it. Sirius was doing all the grunting and groaning for the two of them until Snape's legs snapped up and over Sirius' hips. Then it was a flurry of thrusts up and down and a bit sidewise and one of them was coming with a hoarse shout which pulled the other one over the edge into his own orgasm...and then they were kissing, stealing the breath from each other's lungs as the aftershocks rolled through them.

Sirius came back to himself snuggled against Snape's side, his bare leg over both of Snape's, one hand curled protectively over that gloriously wonderful small cock.

"I never took you for a necrophiliac, Black," Snape said drily from somewhere above Sirius' head, which was odd since Sirius was so much taller than he, but, oh well!

Sirius opened his mouth to deny it, but the words that spilled out weren't anywhere near what he'd been thinking. "I died, you prat. You were laid out like a corpse. It seemed natural."

Snape chuckled, the vibration making his cock brush up against its large and manly Black cocoon. Sirius' hand curled even closer.

"Want to share a room with you now you're awake," Sirius finally said.

"Well, that's mighty fine for you, but what do I get out of it?" Snape asked in an almost bored tone.

"Well, Moody won't be sucking you off anymore, but I can guarantee you won't miss his efforts if you let me take care of that morsel of prick you've got between your legs." Those were more words strung together at once than Sirius had said in the three weeks since he'd reappeared in the land of the living. It almost exhausted him, but he had to hear Snape's response...

"Hmm, if I kept ol' Mad-eye, I'd get twice the sucking, but if I keep you, I get sucking and fucking. Oh, my, what a harddecision I have to make," Snape said against Sirius' head. He bucked his hips under Sirius' hand so that it could wrap completely around his very interested cock. "I'll just have to try you out once more, to compare being fully aware to just regaining consciousness...and that might take some time to assess all the variables."

^V^V^

When Ron returned with Moody, he found the other man's things in the kitchen and the hallway, and a torn piece of parchment stuck to the room he'd shared with Snape:

"Snape woke up. We fucked. I'm keeping him. ~ Sirius Black"

Moody stared at the wall, his face getting redder and redder and then he turned abruptly away to start hobbling toward Sirius' old room. "They're welcome to each other. I only suck small cock, I don't take it."

Ron's ears burned as he rushed to the Floo to beg Poppy to send an Obliviator.

~~~ En Fin ~~~