kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits, @ 2007-08-04 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp, nc17, snape/padfoot |
HP fic "Give The Dog A Bone" (NC17)
Title: Give The Dog A Bone
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters. I just borrow them once in a while and do nefarious things to them.
Summary: Severus has some unexpected company. Snape/Padfoot. Inspired by the Bestiality Challenge on Pornish Pixies.
Rating: oh, NC-17, definitely.
Warnings: Bestiality, dubious consent.
A/N: Billions of kisses & my firstborn child go to the incomparable irish_lily for the excellent beta. Additional thanks to smellen_of_troy & alexandria for their invaluable help and comments.
Also, I don't normally dedicate stories, but this one's definitely for switchknife, who doesn't particularly know me from a hole in the ground, yet without whose unconscious & ongoing influence I would never have written a pairing like this. Thanks for the continual corruption. :P
Give the Dog a Bone
"Why didn't you just go to bloody Hogsmeade with James and Peter then?" Remus snapped, throwing down his quill in exasperation. In the past forty-five minutes, he'd only managed to write six inches of his Transfiguration essay, what with Sirius whistling off-key, levitating Remus' text, and flicking Bertie Botts Beans across the common room in several failed attempts to knock Remus' quill out of his hand.
Sirius frowned. "I thought we could have some fun," he said. "You know - fun? I realize homework is fun for you, but most people usually have a different view of it."
"I have to finish this essay," Remus said. "McGonagall only gave me the extra time because of the full moon last week. I'm not about to abuse her generosity."
Sirius wrinkled his nose. "You've got to have a bit of fun sometime, Remus," he said, slouching down in the chair next to Remus'. Affectionately he threw his arm around the other boy's shoulders. "You can't stay cooped up in here forever."
"Sirius," Remus began in a tone reserved solely for toddlers, pesky shop clerks, and Sirius Black. "This is our NEWTs year. I'd like to do well, if it's all the same to you."
"Pranks to be pulled, mischief to be managed," Sirius continued in a sing-song voice. He swung around in his chair, knees knocking against the table which rocked alarmingly. "Hey!" he said, grey eyes bright. "We could - oh, bugger."
They both made a lunge for Remus' inkwell, but it was too late. Remus' essay was drenched with the black ink as it spread into a puddle on the table, beginning a steady drip towards the floor.
Sirius began backing slowly toward the door as Remus yanked out his wand, waving it threateningly at the dark-haired boy.
"If you do not get out that bloody door…" Remus seethed between gritted teeth.
Sirius held his hands out, palms upward, as he backed away. "Remus, I'm sorry. Really."
"Out!"
Sirius turned and fled.
~ ~ ~
It's not fair, he thought, scuffling his feet through the drifts of fallen leaves skirting the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He probably thinks I meant to spill ink on his sodding essay. Fuck. Why does Remus bloody Lupin have to be so bloody… bloody Prefecty and bloody perfect all the bloody time?
"Fuck," he muttered, and kicked at a rock. It wasn't fair; a gorgeous mid-autumn afternoon like this - probably the last warm day 'til spring, he reckoned - with the sun shining merrily in a brilliant blue sky… all utterly wasted because Remus bloody Lupin wouldn't get his sodding head out of his sodding arse and close the textbooks for one sodding minute. Fuck. Well, wasn't that just wonderful. Wasn't that just peachy. Wasn't that…
… a rabbit?
One of the best things about having mastered the horribly difficult Animagus spell, Sirius decided, was that it opened up whole new realms of possibilities for relieving oneself of boredom. Like chasing rabbits, for example.
In seconds, he'd effortlessly changed to his Animagus form - a large black dog his friends had nicknamed 'Padfoot' - and bounded off into the underbrush after his quarry. He could smell it now, the dusty, quivering jangle of nerves that meant rabbit. Dog senses were so much more refined than human ones, and Sirius often wondered how he'd ever managed to get along without them in the past.
He snuffled his way slightly deeper into the Forest, following the rabbit until he was distracted by a pair of brilliantly green butterflies that danced and fluttered just out of his reach. He chased them nearly back to the edge of the forest, when he was distracted yet again by an even more promising scent. It was dusty, like the rabbit, and a bit acrid, like wet leaves, yet it was a sweet, salty, earthy sort of scent too. He sniffed the air appreciatively, deciding it was coming from the clearing up ahead.
Padfoot flopped to the ground, wriggling on his belly under the low bracken, his tail thumping excitedly against the dry grass as he edged through the bushes and into the clearing.
There was a boy, a human boy, lounging in the middle of the clearing, dappled with the warm afternoon sunlight that filtered through the tall tops of the trees. His school robes were thrown open, and he was lazily stroking his erect cock, which was poking up through his unbuttoned trousers.
Padfoot's tongue lolled out and he huffed slightly, dropping his head to his front paws, intrigued. Unconsciously he began idly thrusting against the ground. He shifted slightly as he himself began to grow excited, watching intently as the boy slid his trousers down to his knees.
The dog shifted again, rubbing himself more roughly into the grass. Slowly he edged forward, not noticing the dry crunch of leaves underneath, not noticing anything but this lanky, pale
(slytherin)
boy stretched out so invitingly.
(snape slytherin stupid greasy git who knew severus was so well hung no get away it's snape)
He woofed softly, shaking his head to rid himself of the invasive human thoughts. Who cared who it was when he smelled so good to a dog's senses?
Severus started visibly at the dog's quiet bark, scrambling awkwardly to his feet as he tried to pull up his trousers without tripping over his robes. His face was beet-red, and it was painfully obvious that he was mortified at having been caught wanking, even if it was only by a dog.
Padfoot rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly and throat to show the boy he meant no harm.
"Hello, dog," Severus said uncertainly. One hand still rested on his trouser buttons.
Padfoot woofed again softly, getting to his feet and loping over to the boy. Up close, the mingled scents of herbs and sex and nervousness were even more intoxicating. He pushed his nose into the boy's outstretched hand, darting out his tongue to lick the boy's salt-sweaty palm.
"Friendly, aren't you?" Severus said, surprise tingeing his voice. "Mustn't be one of Hagrid's pets, then." Cautiously he reached out and tentatively scratched behind the dog's ears.
(this is snape you stupid berk not your next meal)
But oh, the ear-scratching felt lovely…
"I've never seen an animal with eyes like yours," Severus commented, "not grey, not blue, but both." The colour looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't think why. He'd never seen the dog before.
The boy smelled too good, too alluring, and Padfoot wanted more of it, much more.
"Hey!" Severus exclaimed as Padfoot shoved his nose into the boy's crotch, snuffling at the erection still tenting the front of his trousers. "Not… not there."
Padfoot ignored him, burrowing his muzzle deeper until the boy was forced to step backwards, tripping over an exposed root. The dog pounced, knocking him to the ground and flopping down across Severus' legs to keep him from moving away. He nuzzled again along the boy's cock, gratified when the boy let out a muffled groan.
"S'not supposed to feel good when you do that," Severus said thickly. The button on his trousers had come undone, and the dog was trying to worry open the zipper with his nose.
Severus glanced furtively around the clearing, as if he feared someone else to step from beyond the trees. Suddenly he pulled his trousers and boxers back down over his hips. "Well," he said, more to himself than to the dog, "it's not like you can tell anyone, is it?"
Delighted, Padfoot nosed along the boy's length, darting out his long pink tongue to taste the clear drops of Severus' precome.
(you idiot you complete tosser what are you doing this is snape did you forget this is snivellus oh merlin he tastes good)
The boy did taste wonderful, and Padfoot lapped surely along his cock, urged on by the boy's throaty moans of pleasure and ever-decreasing resistance. He smelled so good, such a rich, musky odour. Padfoot buried his head between the boy's legs, licking lavishly around his balls and flicking his tongue up against the boy's anus. The boy jerked in shock as the dog's tongue wormed into his entrance, hot and wet and surprisingly exciting.
Reaching down with one hand, Severus began gently fisting himself as the dog dragged his tongue over his balls in long sweeping strokes. Rubbing his palm over the weeping head of his cock, Severus said, "I wish you'd put your tongue back… back in my arse. But you probably don't understand what I'm saying, do you?"
In response, Padfoot obligingly licked across the boy's anus again, poking the tip of his tongue just inside the tight ring of muscle. Abruptly he stopped and sat back on his haunches, whining softly.
"What?" asked Severus, frantically looking around. "Nobody's coming, are they?"
(not yet you greasy wanker oh merlin's left ball I want him and if I don't fuck him I'm going to die a slow excruciating death)
Padfoot whined again, rolling onto his back to display exactly where his discomfort lay.
"Er," said Severus, sitting up. He was still lazily fisting his cock.
Padfoot stood up, nudging at Severus' hip.
(roll over you git)
Severus slipped neatly out of his school robes, rummaging in a pocket for something. After a moment he pulled out a small vial.
"It's really not for this, er, kind of use," he explained, slathering some of the viscous fluid tentatively over Padfoot's sheath and the pucker of his own arse, "but there's nothing harmful in it, so I don't see why we can't… Oh, hell, I'm explaining this to a dog." He rolled over onto his hands and knees, muttering something under his breath about never living this down if it got out and how good it was that dogs were unable to talk.
Padfoot rested his forepaws on the boy's thin shoulders, balancing as he positioned himself against his entrance. He pushed gently until he felt the boy begin to relax, and then with a smooth thrust drove his cock into Severus' arse. He dropped his paws to the ground, resting his furry head on the boy's shoulder as he pistoned against him.
"Hurts," Severus gasped, "but hurts good." He was propped up on one elbow, the other hand furiously pumping his cock. Padfoot licked roughly at the boy's neck, hot breath panting against Severus' skin.
Severus shouted something incoherent, and a heartbeat later his come jetted in white spurts onto the grass beneath him. As he dropped to the ground, he felt the dog's cock become smaller, somehow, and it slipped out of him after a moment. Through a white haze he dimly felt the dog's come splattering against the backs of his trembling thighs.
It took a few minutes for Severus to catch his breath.
"Enjoyed that, did you?"
Severus whirled around at the voice, his eyes growing round with horror as his brain registered that yes, it was Sirius Black, the bane of his existence, lounging next to him on the grass and tucking his limp cock into his own trousers. His brain also slowly registered that the dog was gone.
And most alarmingly, Sirius had the dog's unearthly grey-blue eyes.
No, he realized. The dog had had Sirius' eyes because… oh, no.
"You... you... you!" he spluttered.
Sirius rolled swiftly atop the other boy, effectively pinning Severus beneath him. He leaned down till the tip of his nose was a fraction away from Severus'.
"Woof," he said, breaking into a very doggy grin.
~ ~ ~
"I could not have heard that properly," Remus said, frowning as he leafed through a copy of Rare Jinxes and Their Counterspells. His finished essay was neatly rolled up and lying atop his school trunk, well out of reach of Sirius, who lay curled up, white-faced and whimpering on Remus' bed. "He hexed you where?"