A Tale of Two Men

TITLE: A Tale of Two Men

Author: Lady Sirius

Pairing: SB/SS

RATING: NC17

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DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)

OOTP SPOILERS: Yes there are references, so don’t read if you don’t want to know.

DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman




Chapter Ten

Boys Will Be Boys, Part I



“How we doin’, lads?” Sirius asked Harry and Ron as he walked into their bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower. “Almost ready, are we?”

“Almost ready, Sirius,” Harry grinned at his godfather, excitement popping out of every pore.

“Almost ready,” Ron echoed, with a fond glance at the o wiz wizard, who almost seemed like a father to him.

“Smashing!” Sirius Black’s smile lit up whatever room he was in, and his eyes twinkled merrily as he watched the boys packing their things for the Hogwarts Spring Break camping trip. This had been Dumbledore’s idea, suggesting that after the stress involved in the last meeting with Voldemort, and the unspeakable time which Sirius had spent beyond the veil, that they all needed to have some fun. Not everyone was going, of course, many of the students were headed home to waiting parents, and other holiday adventures. But a good number were, and this included Harry and Ron, Hermione and Draco, and of course Sirius and Severus were among the teachers who were attending as chaperones.

“Where we going again?” Ron asked, as he stuffed a bag full of Bertie’s Flavour Beans.

“Goofy, I keep telling you,” Harry shook his head good-naturedly, “we’re going to Loch Ness. It’s in Scotland.”

“Oh yeah. Now I remember.”

“Are you ready, Sirius?” Harry asked.

“I think so. I don’t really need that much. We’re going camping, after all, not on a bloody trip around the world.” Ron sniggered.

“Are you sharing a tent with Professor Snape?”Harry continued, eyeing his godfather closely.

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason, I just heard that the teachers were being set up in pairs, and I assumed.... well, I mean... I just thought....”

“Just what is it you’re trying to say, boy? Spit it out, come on now!” Sirius’ voice was gentle as he sat himself beside Harry, taking his chin in his hand and forcing the boy to look into his eyes. “You know you can say anything to me that you want, whatever you think or feel, just let it out...”

Harry gulped nervously. He had never broached the subject before, but perhaps this was a good a time as any. “Sirius,” he began, “you know how I feel about you, you’re the most important person in the world to me, you know that, don’t you?”

Sirius nodded. “And you know the feeling is more than mutual, don’t you, Harry?”

“Yes, I do.” Harry began to fidget with his fingers until Sirius stilled his actions, placing his hands on top of Harry’s. “Well, I just want you to be happy. More than anything. Especially since.... after....well, you know.” Harry could never bring himself to mention the time that he had thought he had lost his beloved godfather forever, when he had fallen behind the veil, and Harry’s world had seemed to collapse. His return to life had been nothing short of a miracle, and Harry was reluctant to bring up the black time in any way.

Sirius enveloped Harry in a warm hug. He knew what the lad meant, and he never brought the subject up himself, never discussed it with anyone. Only Dumbledore knew the whole story of what had happened to him, and that only due to his use of veritaserum, for Sirius never told the tale willingly.

Harry pulled back and look up into Sirius’ face. He drew a deep breath. “I just want to say that I want you to be happy, no matter what, and if you find your happiness with Professor Snape, then that’s all right with me.” He watched the other man with bated breath.

Sirius said nothing for a long minute, looking steadily at Harry, before at last he broke intointo a gale of laughter. “Harry, my boy,” he said at last, wiping his eyes, “I never could get anything past you, could I?”

Harry smiled back, relieved, while Ron breathed a little easier as well, watching them both from his own bed nearby.

“So you approve of my relationship with Severus, do you? Well, I’m glad to hear it. And I’ll do you one better. I approve of your relationship with Ron. How’s that for turning the tables, eh?” His dark eyes glinted, and he smiled his patented Sirius smile, which always lit up whatever room he was in.

Harry and Ron glanced at one another and grinned.

Sirius turned serious. “However, boys,” he continued, “just because you two know doesn’t mean that it is up to you to play newspaper and broadcast the news, if you know what I mean. It is a private matter between two adults, and when the time is right, we’ll do the announcing. Okay?”

Harry and Ron both nodded solemnly.

“Sirius...” Harry began again.

“Yes, Harry?”

“I’ll do my best not to hate Professor Snape, for your sake, and I’ll try to get along with him, even if he does hate me.”

Sirius laughed aloud. “Severus doesn’t hate you, he couldn’t hate you. He just has a hard time dealing with things, letting his emotions out. Don’t take it to heart. I promise you he won’t be giving you all those detentions any more.”

“Not likely,” Ron interjected, “since he got what he was after, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he did,” Sirius responded, a far away look in his eye and a smile which lingered on his beautiful lips. For a moment, he had forgotten the boys’ presence, and they turned to one another and grinned.

“Ain’t love grand?” Ron whispered mischievously.


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“Do you think we’ll get our own tent?” Ron whispered to Harry as they sat together on the train which sped them on their way to Loch Ness. Neville Longbottom sat with them, staring excitedly out the window at the passing scenery, while Hermione and Draco held hands in the corner, and smiled at one another.

“I’m sure we will,” Harry replied confidently. This was going to be the trip to end all trips, the most fun he had had in a long time. With Ron by his side, and Sirius safe and sound, he felt totally secure for the first time in his life. “You and me, mate,” he whispered back, “can’t wait!”



Having ascertained that their charges were safely on board, the professors took their own places within the train. His heart beating excitedly, Severus made his way down the corridor, swaying gently with its rhythm as the train made its way toward Scotland, searching through the cars for Sirius. They had agreed to meet up and sit together once everything was under control, and Severus was looking forward to spending the trip with his lover. He found him at last, but to his dismay found that he was not alone - in the same car were seated Remus Lupin, Hagrid and Professor Flitwick.

Snape stood uneasily in the doorway, glancing from side to side, not sure what his next move should be. In return, Sirius was watching him without appearing to from his place by the window. Remus sat next to Sirius on the seat, and he made a move as if to give up his place for the newcomer, but suddenly Snape whirled about and disappeared before Lupin could even move. He shrugged, and sat back, while Siriut hit his lip and stared quietly out the window.

Hagrid frowned after the disappearing professor. “Now, I wonder what’s got into ‘im?” he speculated. Nobody said anything in response, and he soon resumed his interrupted conversation with Flitwick.

Remus studied Sirius carefully, but neither spoke for a while.

“Sirius...”

“Hmmm?”

“Sirius, pay attention to me and quit moping out the window.”

Sirius was resting his chin on his hand, his forehead against the g, hi, his breath clouding his immediate view. He turned to face Lupin.

“Sirius, there comes a time in every man’s life, every woman’s life for that matter... A time for making choices, of doing what you feel, of being who are you are...”

Sirius scowled, wrinkling his handsome features. “Remus, you’re talking about things you know nothing about.”

“Is that so, my friend? Well, I know you better than you think I do. I know that you are a good man, and you’ven thn through some very hard times, and you’ve come through them - I won’t say unscarred, or unchanged, but at least intact. And now all that is finally behind you, and you deserve a chance to be happy. You truly do, believe me.”

“What’s your point?” Sirius muttered.

“Just this - don’t throw it all away without even trying to make it work. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life. I know. Take the advice of someone who’s been there. Sirius, believe me when I say that I want nothing but the best for you. You do believe that, don’t you?”

Sirius turned to face his friend, and tiny drops of emotion glistened in his eyes. “Yes, I believe that,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Then, just be happy.”

Sirius nodded briefly, then turned back to his view of the outside world, while in another car, Professor Snape attempted not to listen to Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall reminiscing upon past trips taken by them in their time at Hogwarts. He wished he had the nerve to wbackback up the aisle, march into that carriage, and take his rightful place beside Sirius Black. But he just didn’t dare, and the knowledge caused him great pain.




When they reached the secured wizard campsite set up for them at Loch Ness, Harry and Ron discovered that they had broken the first rule of assumption - never assume! Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were similarly disappointed, assuming their engaged status would ensure them some privacy. But it wasn’t meant to be, which caused Draco to swear unduly under his breath and cast baleful looks about him, but to no avail. Harry and Ron found themselves sharing a tent with Draco and Neville and two other Gryffindors, albeit the tent was actually quite roomy, and had space inside for three individual sleeping areas, so in that a sense they could pretend that they were in their own room, even if they wonlyonly a few feet from the others.

“That’s what privacy charms are for, love,” Ron reassured him lovingly.

The campsite was set up at the far end of Loch Ness, far away from the Muggles, and secured with a number of privacy spells and charms which would prevent their presence from being detected. The tents were set up, and numbered for ease of finding, and now all were assembled in the clearing before them, looking at the tent assignments which has been passed around on sheets of paper.

Draco looked at his copy and began to laugh. “Hey, Severus!” he nudged the potions master standing next to him. “I thought I got the short end of the stick, being stuck with Potter and Weasley, but it looks like you’re even worse off than I am. You got stuck with Sirius Black! How’s that for irony? If I were you, I’d talk to the Headmaster about that!”

Harry’s eyes flashed angrily at Draco’s words, but he held his tongue, remembering his godfather’s wishes. Sirius hadn’t heard what was said, being deep in conversation with Hermione about something or other, but of course Snape had. He raised his head, glanced at Malfoy shortly.

“No need to make changes at this point in time. I’m sure that Mr. Black and I can be civil enough to one another if the situation requires it.”

Draco chuckled to himself. “And long enough to both be in the wedding?”

“Of course,” Snape reassured him, “have no concerns on that score.” He glanced uneasily in Sirius’ direction, looked as if he would go to him, then abruptly changed his mind.

“Where are your bags? I’ll carry them in for you,” Draco offered helpfully, and Snape agreed. No be be outdone, Harry looked about for Sirius’ things, grabbed them and approached his godfather, interrupting Hermione’s description of her wedding dress.

“Excuse me, ‘mione,” he said. “I’ve got your bags, Sirius. I’ll help you get settled. Then you can come check out mine and Ron’s quarters.”

“Sure,” Sirius agreed. “Will you excuse me, Hermione? Your dress sounds simply breathtaking, dear, and I am sure everything will be just fine. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Thanks, Sirius,” Hermione glowed. She craned her neck, looking about her, as if she had lost something.

“He’s in with Snape,” Harry informed her, leading Sirius away. When they entered the shared tent of Snape and Black, they found Snape setting a few volumes onto a small bookcase beside his bed and Draco attempting to open the latch on the professor’s trunk. When Snape saw what he was about, he admonished him to mind his p’s and q’s, and Draco obeyed, although not without a curious glance or two.

“Hello, Harry,” he greeted the Gryffindor, “how’s my new roomie?”

“Peachy,” Harry replied, while Ron, who was right behind him, as usual, rolled his eyes.

“Hello Professor Black,” Draco greeted Sirius politely.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Sirius replied. “I think that while we are on holiday, you can call me Sirius, though, eh?”

“All right. Sirius.” Draco turned to look at Snape, who had just finished straightening up his books. “Severus, why would you bring books along on a camping trip?”

“There is never a wrong time for reading, Draco. You should read more for pleasure yourself, you know. You’re too bright not to.”

“Yes, I agree, books are marvelous things,” Sirius interjected. “I have some of my own that might be to your taste, Draco. Just let me know and I’ll be glad to let you borrow them.”

“Thanks. Sirius.” Draco watched the two men carefully, perhaps hoping for some sort of exchange, but he was disappointed.

“I hope you don’t mind that I took this bed,” the potions master said, looking for the first time at Sirius. “If that’s a problem, let me know and I’ll move my belongings elsewhere.”

“No, no, that’s just fine. Here, Harry, you can set that stuff down here,” he directed his godson, who had been standing quietly by, to the second bed.

Without looking, Snape could feel the warmth of Sirius’ presence on the other side of the room. It permeated his heart, filled his soul. He wanted so badly just to walk up to him and take him in his arms - here, in front of the boys and anyone else that might be watching - and kiss him full on the lips. But Merlin help him, he was too much of a coward.

“Professor Dumbledore said that our time here was our own, to do with as we liked, but if we wanted to we could participate in organized activities. Doesn’t that sound great?” Draco asked.

“Yes, that sounds very nice for you and Miss Granger, doesn’t it?” He didn’t smile at Draco as he spoke but the boy knew he meant well, just that he never smiled. But his eyes were not unkind, and Draco knew he had nothing but best wishes for himself and his fiance.

“Very!” Draco agreed. He watched Harry and Ron look at one another and giggle, and a sudden thought ran through his head. Was there something going on between those two that he wasn’t aware of? He must remember to ask Hermione. If anyone knew, she would know, as they were her two best friends at Hogwarts. Other than himself, of course.

“What are you going to do then?” Draco asked curiously.

“I shall keep busy, as always,” Snape replied, a trifle stiffly. He relented slightly, afraid he had come off as too strict. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll fend for myself. I always have.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join us,” Draco offered generously, but Snape shook his head gently.

“You young people have better things to do than hang out with me,” he reassured him. “Go on, have fun. In fact, I have something important I need to discuss with Albus, so if you’ll excuse me...” and he was gone before they had quite grasped the fact that he was going.

“C’mon, Harry, show me your tent,” Sirius said, and Harry and Ron found themselves walking to their tent, which was located a short distance away. As they passed through the clearing, they could see Professor Dumbledore talking to Professor McGonagall, but there was no sign of Snape anywhere about. Harry looked at Sirius curiously, but didn’t say a word.

Harry and Ron found that Draco had appropriated the nicest room for himself, of course, but they didn’t mind that theirs was smaller - it just made them close together. On the other hand, Draco had been stuck with Neville as a roommate, so that was okay too. They didn’t mind Draco so much. He had lightened up considerably since the war and his father’s incarceration and escape from the notorious prison of Azkaban. But mostly it had been due to the influence of Hermione Granger. She had tamed the young Slytherin beast, although what Lucius Malfoy would ever do should he found out did not bear thinking about. They would never be best friends or anything, but they didn’t mind hanging out with a Slytherin quite as much as they did before.

As Ron and Harry chatted desultorily of their plans for this school break, Harry noticed that Sirius seemed distracted, wasn’t paying attention to what was being said. Harry nudged Ron surreptitiously, and winked at him.

“...and then Professor Dumbledore told me to pull down my pants, and he spanked me to within an inch of my life with a large metal paddle, and then Fawkes bit me, and it hurt quite a bit and I bled all over my homework. Isn’t that nice, Sirius?” He turned to his godfather for his reaction.

“Hmmm? Oh yes, very nice,” was the reply, and Ron stifled a giggle.

“What? What did you say, Harry?” Sirius looked at him in confusion.

“Go on, get out of here,” Harry urged him. “Catch up with him, find him wherever he is. Make it right between you.”

Sirius licked his lips, looked as if he were about to argue, then nodded, “Okay,” and burst out of the tent before he could change his mind.

Ron looked about him, making sure they were totally unobserved, pulling down the door to their room, before approaching Harry and kissing him on the lips. “Come see what I brought,” he said, leading Harry to where he had stuffed his belongings into a small black bag. “I got this from Dobby, of all people,” he said, reaching inside and bringing out a small cellophane package with some sort of plant in it.

“What’s that then?” Harry asked.

“Gillyweed,” Ron explained.

“What you want that for? Planning on rescuing someone from the bottom of the lake?” Harry chuckled.

“No, no, I have other plans for that. I’ll show you when we go swimming.” Ron smiled and put his package away. “Until then you’ll just have to wonder, won’t you?”

“You’re a nut,” Harry smiled at his mate, punching him playfully on the shoulder. “Let’s go exploring, okay?”

“Okay by me!” And they were soon headed down to look at the fabled Loch ness.

Meanwhile, after rushing out of the boys’ tent, Sirius wasn’t sure where to look for Snape first. He stood still for a moment, thinking of his lover, remembering the gentleness of his touch, his tender caress. He tried to attune his mind to Severus’, feel what the potions master must be feeling. If he were in his shoes, what would he do, where would he go? And when he opened his eyes, he had a good idea where he might be.

Following his instincts, he set off for the wooded area on the other side of the campsite. Most of the campers he noticed seemed to be headed in the direction of the lake, so he felt secure that he would be unobserved in his movements. Transforming into Padfoot, he used his more acute hearing to listen, as he crept through the trees stealthily. Soon enough, he heard a familiar sound, and he transformed back, slipping quietly about until he found Severus.

Snape was in a small clearing within the woods, pacing back and forth, back and forth, his long black robes billowing about him, a look of intense concentration on his handsome face. Sirius’ heart ached as he watched him. He knew what it was like to be so agitated that you couldn’t sit still, felt compelled to be in perpetual motion. Once upon a time he had paced that way in Azkaban, but not for long.... He pushed the thought firmly away, focusing on the man in front of him.

Snape paused, closing his eyes and lifting his face toward the sky, almost as if in prayer, and Sirius used this opportunity to approach him, quietly, gently, put his arms around the other’s waist, kissed his ear, whispering, “I’m here, Sevi.”

He felt Snape tremble in his embrace, turned to greet him, heard him sigh,”I guess they do sometimes come true,” and then their lips met, and everything else seemed to melt away, the trees around them fading into nothingness as they concentrated solely upon each other and this moment. Hungrily they sucked at one another, fed off one another, hands caught up in long black hair, fisting, holding, loving...

Panting, they came up for air, and Sirius nibbled on Severus’ neck, as the potions master moaned happily. “Oh gods, Sevi,” Sirius whispered, “I’m so sorry about the way things worked out on the train. I didn’t mean...”

“Siri, it was me, I shouldn’t have run away like that, it was cowardly, I’m so sorry...”

And their lips melded together once again, and all was forgiven, just like that.

Sirius raised his head and smiled, and Snape’s face lit up, and he smiled back at him.

“This is going to be awesome,” Sirius said. “Absolutely fucking awesome. Every night, alone together, and under everyone’s nose at that, and at Dumbledore’s direction! Can you imagine? You don’t think he knows anything, do you?”

Snape remembered his trip to the headmaster’s office, and the feeling that he had had afterward that perhaps he had said more than he meant to. But then Dumbledore had a way of knowing everything anyway, so he wouldn’t really be surprised, but he didn’t want to alarm Sirius unduly. “No, I don’t think so,” he reassured him.

Sirius reached out to the top of Snape’s robes, began to unbutton them.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off your robe, silly, isn’t it plain?”

“Yes, but why?”

“So that your bare bum doesn’t get splinters on it from that log over there.”

Snape snorted. “That’s simply ridiculous. With me standing over here fully clothed and that log being several feet away, short of it leaping up and stripping me and then viciously raking itself over my ass, I don’t see... how...” But his words were stopped by Sirius’ hot lips on his, as he finished removing the robe, walking Snape over to the log and placing the robe on top of it as a makeshift blanket. He then proceeded to undo the large silver buckle with the Slytherin snake upon it, unzip Snape’s trousers and pull them down below his knees, even as he helped Severus to take a seat on the log.

“Sirius, what in the world...” Snape managed to get in between kisses, even as he felt himself being immensely turned on. When Sirius pulled his briefs down as well, his erection was plain to see, and it felt a bit chilly in the open air, and very exposed.

“Ever since I knew we were coming here, I dreamed about this,” Sirius explained, “of you and me, alone in the woods, but I didn’t think my opportunity would come about so quickly.” He knelt before the log, placed himself in between Snape’s long legs, rubbed his face against Snape’s seriously hard member, heard the quick intake of breath, felt a slight trickle of precum seep from the opening.

“Just relax, love, and let me take care of you,” Sirius murmured, and the potions master gladly complied, although he had the presence of mind to cast a quick charm to ensure privacy.

Sirius began to lap at Severus’ cock, starting at the base and working his way upward, in long, slow, maddeningly sensual strokes that enflamed. With his agile fingers, he massaged and caressed Snape’s testicles, roughly yet gently, feeling the masses contained within the fleshy sacs, squeezing them, pushing them. His tongue went into action as if it had a mind of its own, as it danced all about Snape’s erection, his teeth barely nibbling at the delightful flesh, so desirable, so incredibly tasty and so very sensuous. He listened with delight to the impassioned breathing of his lover, and reveled in the effect which was having on him.

Snape could hardly believe his eyes - that he was here, in Scotland, alone with Sirius and yet not so far from their fellow teachers and students, with his cock g hug hungrily taken by his marvelous lover - it was just too much to fathom. In all his dreams of being with Sirius, he had never imagined anything quite so wonderful as this, and though his common sense dictated that they were taking quite a risk in doing this, his heart didn’t care and his libido was urging him to go for it. By the gods, by the gods, he moaned to himself, and he didn’t want this moment to end.

Sirius found that he could no longer restrain himself, and he took all of Snape’s length into his mouth, deepthroating it easily. He loved the way it felt in his throat, the texture, the taste, the very scent of his lover - all was intoxicating to him in a way that liquor never could be. His own erection strained impatiently to be set free, but he was not here for himself, he was here for Severus, and right now his own needs came second, other than the need to pleasure Severus Snape. He knew that his own satisfaction would come later, and that there would always be tonight. If Remus could have seen him, he would have said that Sirius Black was finally thinking of someone other than himself, that he was finally growing up.

In Sirius’ imagination, he and Severus were dancing together at Hermione and Draco’s wedding, officially a couple and the object of many curious glances and nasty titters from the people around them. But they didn’t care, not as long as they were here together, dancing in one another’s arms, proud to let the world know that they loved one another. They were both looking splendid - dressed in the finest black silk. And as the music played, they moved their bodies closer and closer togr unr until suddenly they met in a heartstopping kiss which drew gasps from those around them, and applause from Harry and Ron and Remus and Hermione. ‘Let’s really giv’em a show,’ the dream Sirius whispered to his lover, as he knelt before him and began to pleasure Severus in the same way he was pleasuring him now, as the crowd cheered him on...

Fantasy merged with reality as Sirius felt the signs that his lover was on the verge of orgasm, and he doubled his efforts, throwing himself into his movements heart and soul, pushing his tongue to perform acts of which he barely knew he was capable, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own, accompanied by the most sensual body English Snape had ever seen. Sirius was soon rewarded with the sound of Severus’ gasps of ecstasy, as he surged wholeheartedly into Sirius’ mouth in a tremendous explosion of mindnumbing pleasure which Sirius consumed without hesitation, sucking every last little drop of cum from his lover’s cock as if it were the most precious jewel in the world. He was reluctant to let go, even after he had gotten all there was to get, and he continued to suck, slowly, lovingly, gently, until at last he pulled back, a tremendous smile on his face.

A trembling Snape pulled Sirius up from the ground, wound his arms around him, enveloped him in his embrace. “You must be trying to kill me, man,” he whispered playfully. “I’ve NEVER had an orgasm like that in my entire life!”

“I hope you enjoyed that one, because there will be lots more of those to come,” Sirius smiled at him. “Honey, we’ve only just begun...”



To be continued...

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a/n Please let me know what you think of my sex scenes - I am new at this, and would appreciate your feedback. Is there something I should be doing that I’m not? Any suggestions welcome.