sweetmelodykiss (sweetmelodykiss) wrote in snack_attack, @ 2008-01-08 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: sweetmelodykiss, nc-17, severus/sirius |
Strange Bedfellows
Title: Strange Bedfellows
Author: sweetmelodykiss
Pairing: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Sirius
Category: Ficlet, humor
Summary: Black is bored at Grimmauld Place, but he eventually finds something to do.
A/N: Written in individual parts and then put together as one.
Word Count: 2400
Warnings: spoilers for DH, voyeurism, masturbation, mild bondage, bottom Snape, character death-sort of, thoughts of suicide, but this isn’t an unhappy fic, really.
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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Oh Lord, Sirius is Bored
Grimmauld Place was dusty, dank and full of horrid memories for Sirius. He hated being there, hated hiding away and hated feeling useless. Oh Lord, he was so terribly, terribly bored. They kept Harry away from him, sequestered at Hogwarts and Remus spent all of his free time fawning over Tonks. Sirius felt more alone than he ever had in his life. He needed some excitement, needed a good challenge, a good knockdown, drag-out fight or a good shag. Sirius didn’t care which one as long as he could get his hands dirty.
Order meetings were usually dull except when Snape would blow smoke and try to tell everyone else what they should be doing. He was an insufferable git and Sirius didn’t know how Albus put up with him. He would have throttled him by now if he’d been in charge. Sirius didn’t trust Snape as far as he could throw him. He’d always thought that Albus’ trust in him was sorely misplaced.
Sometimes on the weekends, the Order meetings would go long into the night and its members would end up staying the night at Grimmauld Place. Even Snape stayed on occasion, too tired to apparate back to Hogwarts. It was on one of these overnight stays that Sirius had a brilliant idea. He thought it would be interesting to spy on the great spy, turn the tables on him, so to speak.
Sirius put Snape up in the room next to his, unbeknownst to Snape. It was an ordinary looking room with stained and peeling wallpaper, just like in the rest of the house. Snape would never suspect that he was under surveillance. Sirius didn’t think that Snape had ever even heard of a two-way wall. It was based on the muggle version of the two-way mirror and Sirius thought himself oh, so clever.
Sirius settled on his bed with a bottle of scotch. He had a ringside seat; a perfect view of Snape’s every move. Snape was standing in the middle of the room slowly undoing the buttons on his coat, but that‘s where he stopped. Sirius was somewhat disappointed when he entered the small, attached bathroom. Sirius almost fell asleep waiting for Snape to come out. He wondered how long it took the git to take a bloody shower.
When Snape finally reappeared, Sirius became wide awake again. Snape’s hair was wet and obscuring one side of his face. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way to the right side of the bed. Snape unwrapped the towel from his waist and dropped it to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, sprawled out in the middle of it and laid his head back on the pillow.
Sirius was on his feet, standing as close to the wall as he could get and thinking that this was just too good to be true. A naked Snape, skinny, pale and still glistening with water droplets, lay spread eagle in front of Sirius’ eyes. One water droplet ran down his throat, trailed down his chest, slid across his right nipple and pooled in his navel. Sirius watched mesmerized as Snape arched his back slightly, his hand creeping ever closer to his half-hard cock.
Sirius sucked in a deep breath as he watched Snape grasp his cock firmly and begin to stroke it smoothly. Sirius was glad that he’d thought to add sound effects when he heard Snape moan softly. His hand quickened on his cock and his moans grew louder with each stroke. Snape arched his back and guided his fingertips to his puckered hole.
Sirius watched breathless and hard as Snape fingered his opening, sliding one long finger inside it. Sirius shoved his hand into his pants and started yanking vigorously on his aching erection. Snape moaned again and Sirius echoed it with one of his own. Snape inserted another finger into his throbbing arse and then a third. He rode his fingers hard, stroking his beautiful, vibrating cock faster and faster, until his movements stilled and come shot out of his engorged member. He groaned in release as come splattered his chest and he fell back onto the pillow with a sigh.
Sirius was shaking as he shot his load in his pants. Come ran down his leg and dripped onto his big toe. He shuddered and then grabbed his wand to clean up the mess. Snape had already done so and was now sleeping peacefully in all his naked glory. Sirius let out his breath and lay down on his bed. Thoughts and visions of Snape filled his head and sleep took its sweet time coming. Sirius never imagined himself being aroused by the greasy git, but for all of Snape‘s sharp angles, Sirius found him beautiful.
Every weekend meeting from then on, Sirius made sure Snape stayed one way or another. He plied him with scotch most of the time so he wouldn’t be able to apparate. Sirius was never disappointed, the mutual wanking sessions were the highlight of his week. Then one weekend, Snape varied the routine. He stepped out of the bathroom wearing the towel, but he didn’t go to the bed. Instead, he walked straight to the far wall and knocked. He drawled silkily, “Wouldn’t it be more fun if you actually joined me, Black?” Then he walked back to the bed and watched as the wall between them dissolved and a naked Sirius did as Snape requested.
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Up For More
Sirius had resorted to all kinds of little tricks to pin the bastard down just so he could lick him all over and make him pliant enough to fuck. They kept it to the dark of Grimmauld Place and sometimes he'd have Snape off-balance enough to use the muggle handcuffs he always stashed under the mattress right next to the lube.
Snape feels Sirius’ weight pressing him down as he falls on top of him, hard and half-laughing and he wonders why he lets Black do this. He hates this man, loathes him, despises him, but *oh god* what a brilliant fuck he is. This is the third time tonight he’s let Black fuck him and it might not be the last time tonight.
Sirius presses his open mouth against Snape's again and again, and when their tongues have all but melded together, Sirius thinks Snape tastes a lot sweeter than he looks.
And the thing is--Snape can still feel the bonfire burning inside himself as Sirius slams into him. He can smell the intoxicating scent of Sirius’ hair as his tongue darts across his ear and his hips grind against him, slick skin making that smacking noise that makes Snape even harder.
Sirius groans into Snape's neck as he quickens his pace.
"Harder," Snape begs, and the flame shoots through his stomach like a raging inferno.
Snape’s only objection to early morning sex is that he’s already been kept awake most of the night having sex repeatedly with the mangy mutt. So when he blearily surfaced with the taste of Sirius’ mouth on his, his initial reaction was to protest.
Sirius’ fingers closed over his mouth, as he said, "No. Don't talk. Just spread your legs and let me fuck you like a good boy."
What was even more surprising to Snape was that he found himself obeying unquestioningly, moaning into Sirius’ mouth and when Sirius pushed into him, Snape opened his eyes wide.
"I want more," Snape murmurs against Sirius and so Sirius pushes his knees up past his head and slams into him so hard that they both wince and gasp out loud. Snape gives a shaky sigh and his eyes go from wide to hooded to smoky. He licks his lips continually while Sirius fucks him, hard and steady.
"I still want more," Snape says breathlessly as Sirius plunges in deep one last time. Snape shudders and comes with Sirius following close behind.
Sirius thinks if it’s more Snape wants then he’s come to the right man. Sirius is always up for more.
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Siren Song
Snape took the news of Black’s demise with his patented sneer firmly in place. Amidst the caterwauling of Molly Weasley, a sobbing Potter, a pale and shaking Lupin and a somber looking Dumbledore, Snape thought that maybe he should just follow the mutt beyond the veil.
Potter was angry and he kept glaring daggers at Snape, who remained unmoved by the grieving throng that had gathered at Grimmauld Place to mourn the passing of their beloved black sheep. If it hadn’t been for Dumbledore’s steady gaze on him, Severus would’ve apparated immediately to the ministry and ended it all right then.
But no, he had a job to do. He had to keep on the good side of Voldemort, play nice with his Death Eaters, keep Potter from getting himself killed and teach potions to a bunch of dunderheads. It was just so unfair, but he owed Albus his life and so his death would just have to wait until Potter either claimed victory or got his arse kicked. At this point, Snape didn’t really care what happened.
Snape turned toward Dumbledore and with a nod said, “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll return to the castle and leave the rest of you to your wailing.” Potter all but growled at him on his way to the door.
And with that, Severus fled Grimmauld Place and apparated back to Hogwarts, back to the safety of his dungeon.
Severus tried to sleep, tried to calm his raging soul, but to no avail, he couldn’t understand why he felt the need to follow Black. It was like a siren song wafting on the breeze and calling him home.
Severus sighed and stared at the ceiling. His long fingers stroked his aching cock. There would be no more weekends at Grimmauld Place and Severus considered putting those memories in a pensive or maybe even having Albus obliviate him, but then Albus would know. Severus didn’t want anyone to know. He just wanted to call it a night and sleep the eternal sleep.
Severus pushed his fingers deep inside himself, but the sensation could not compare to Black’s long , thick shaft pulling out and plunging back in. His own hand could not compare to Black’s wet mouth wrapped around his leaking cock. Severus came with a quiet sob and vowed that someday he’d follow the sweet melody of the siren song.
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Heaven or Hell, Who Cares?
The hiss of a snake, the glint of fangs and bottomless green eyes that looked amazingly like Lily’s, were the last things Severus Snape remembered seeing. He should’ve swallowed the potion before entering the Shrieking Shack, but then he probably knew that it would all end in that ratty little shack someday.
Green eyes faded from his sight as the blackness engulfed him and Severus Snape was no more. Peace at last or so he thought. Severus was startled out of the cold grip of darkness by the sensation of being buggered senseless.
‘Wait just a damn minute--I know that cock.’ Severus thought.
“Bloody hell! Black, what exactly do you think you are doing?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing, Sev? Has it been so long that you’ve forgotten what it feels like? I nearly forgot myself. Do you know how long I've been dreaming about fucking that pale, scrawny arse of yours again?
“And you couldn’t wait until I was conscious?” Snape asked with less malice than he’d intended.
“Uh… well, I figured you’d wake up sooner or later. Now, may I continue?”
“I suppose, if you must, then do get on with it.” Snape huffed.
“You have but to ask.” Sirius replied with a shit-eating grin.
Sirius slammed into Severus’ tight heat and moaned loudly. “Ah, god that feels good.” His hips jerked sporadically, losing all rhythm or reason as he pounded unceremoniously into Snape’s pale, scrawny arse.
Severus panted harshly and clutched at Black’s shoulders. ”Fuck, Black!” Oh god, it had really been too long. Much too long and when Sirius wrapped his hand around his cock, Severus spasmed and came like a hormone riddled teenager. Fortunately, he wasn’t alone because Black followed immediately there after.
Sirius fell heavily on top of him, his breath ghosting across his collarbone and Snape felt too damn good now to even bother pushing him off. Sirius started to giggle and well, that really was undignified, so Severus shoved him off roughly, but Sirius just smiled at him.
“That was brilliant.” Sirius beamed.
“Yes, I’d have to agree, but aren’t we dead?” Snape asked suddenly remembering the last few minutes of his life.
“Oh yes, very dead and loving it. Just think we can fuck nonstop, never having to eat, drink or sleep, just fuck.”
“Time behind the veil must’ve addled your brain. Why am I stuck in hell with you?”
“We are not in hell. This, my disagreeable little sex toy, is heaven. And for your information, it was Lily who wanted to be the one to greet you, but I talked her out of it.”
“But why? I would like to see Lily--you miserable oaf.”
“You will. I promise. I had a hell of a time convincing her to let me come and get you. I had to do a lot of begging and pleading. She thought I might hurt you until I reminded her that for fucks sake we’re already dead.”
“Hmm, I’m not surprised. Lily was always very protective. I suppose that thing she married is here too?”
“Yes, and he told me to tell you thanks for taking care of Harry. Remus is here too and Dora as well. We’re going to be like one big happy family.”
“Are you sure this isn’t hell?” Snape asked pinching the bridge of his oversized nose.
Sirius grinned and rolled back on top of Severus, swooping in for a leisurely kiss. He spread Severus’ legs wide and slid his cock slowly back into his lover’s body. Snape groaned and snapped his hips forward. Sirius smiled down at him and said, “I’ll prove to you this is really heaven even if it takes an eternity to do it."
Well, heaven or hell, Snape supposed he didn’t really care as long as Black’s cock was inside him for an eternity.
Finished