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 11

Boys Will Be Boys, Part II

The afternoon passed tly tly in exploration and high spirits. Everyone pronounced Scotland to be simply beautiful. They kept to themselves, far from the Muggles who came to catch a glimpse of the fabled Loch Ness monster. The students were themselves hopeful of making their own sighting of Nessie, but not a sign was to be seen.

\"I hope the food here is as good as at Hogwarts,\" Ron rubbed his stomach hungrily. \"I\'ve worked up a big appetite!\"

\"No wonder!\" Hermione shook her head. \"Running around here like a loony.\" But her friendly smile belied her critical words.

At dinnertime, Dumbledore and McGonagall ushered the teachers and students into a brightly coloured tent which turned out to be for dining purposes. It was set up with a number of round tables for ease of intimacy, and Dumbledore announced that there was to be no protocol - teachers and students were free to mingle, as were all the houses.

Harry and Ron claimed Sirius immediately, and he seated himself next to the two boys, smiling, and at ease. Draco and Hermione, they-who-seemed-to-be-joined-at-the-hip, invited Severus to join them at the same table as well, and when all were seated, the two professors found themselves sitting beside one another.

\"Severus, shall I get you your wand?\" Draco sniggered at his own humour, but was quickly diverted by a kiss from Hermione.

\"I don\'t think that will be necessary,\" Snape smartly replied, \"but perhaps I should keep a bucket of cold water on hand to administer to you?\"

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, even Draco, while Sirius did a mental high five at his lover\'s wit.

To Ron\'s delight, platters of steaming food appeared as if by magic before them - golden fried chicken, buttery fluffy biscuits, rice swimming in gravy, and ears of corn dripping in butter. Although Hermione wasn\'t very pleased that they had used house elves to provide and serve this bounty, she swallowed her usual diatribe with good grace, as she and Draco shared an ear of corn - beginning at one end and meeting in the middle for a greasy kiss, as Ron rolled his eyes. Turning to Harry, he took a biscuit and put it between his lips, crying out in an exaggerated falsetto, \"Harry, dearest, won\'t you share this with me?\" as he moved his head toward Harry\'s. Harry laughed and moved out of reach, while the rest of the table burst out into laughter, even Hermione, who blushed warmly, bidn\idn\'t let it faze her for long.

\"I hear that there will be swimming tomorrow,\" Draco said, looking about him. \"I think that will be fun, don\'t you? Swimming in a lake that contains a prehistoric monster, and all.\"

\"It\'s a pretty big lake,\" Harry laughed, \"I think we can manage to splash around in it without running into Nessie, don\'t you? Chances are we aren\'t ever going to see her anyway.\"

\"It\'s a plenty big lake,\" Ron offered, \"even the small part we\'re using. Plenty of room for everyone to go swimming and not get in anybody else\'s way.\"

\"I hear that Dumbledore has gotten some canoes for exploring the lake as well,\" Sirius interjected. \"We can paddle around, see what there is to see, drift around the lake, whatever we feel like.\"

\"I\'ve never been in a canoe,\" Harry admitted. Actually there were a lot of things he had never done, living with the Dursleys, and he was always eager for new experiences.

\"You\'ll like it, Harry,\" Sirius told him, his eyes shining. \"Remus!\" he called out to the next table, where Lupin sat with Dumbledore and McGonagall. \"Remember all the time we put in he lhe lake at Hogwarts, the times we took the boats out on our midnight excursions?\"

Remus chuckled indulgently. \"Yes, I do, Mr. Smarty-pants, and I seem to remember that those late-night trips were mostly your idea. We were lucky that we were never caught. You never suspected, did you Albus?\" and he turned to the headmaster.

Albus smiled benignly. \"I always knew what you four were up to, even if it didn\'t seem that way. I let the boat rides slide, but I always knew.\" Everyone began to laugh, but it was all in good nature.

Remus wiped his eyes. \"And poor Peter, I think he got sick almost every time, didn\'t he?\"

\"Yes, he wasn\'t very intrepid, poor Wormtail. Not like James.\"

\"Or you,\" Remus reminded him, and Sirius smiled \"modestly\".

\"You were always the voice of reason, but thank Merlin we never listened to you or we\'d have never had any fun.\" More laughter greeted this sally.

Snape had nothing to add to these reminiscences, and it occurred to Sirius that perhaps he had stirred up troubled waters, at least from the potions master\'s point of view, and should say something to make amends. \"You know, Remus,\" he said with a sigh, \"we were really dreadful prats. How did people ever stand us?\"

\"They didn\'t!\" Severus quipped quickly, but his tone was not harsh, and the hoots of laughter which greeted his pronouncement served to cast out any bad feelings.

\"Don\'t think I wasn\'t tempted at times to throw you lot out!\" Dumbledore admonished them lovingly.

\"Then why didn\'t you?\" Draco wanted to know, even as Hermione attempted to distract him by rubbing her leg against his.

The headmaster merely shook his head and smiled. \"Boys will be boys,\" was all he said.

Remus stood up, walked around to them as he spoke, \"Well, I for one do not wish to be remembered for the less-than-nice things which I may have committed in my younger, stupider days. I would like to make amends, and to that end, I would like to formally apologize to Professor Snape for any wrongs which I may have done toward him.\" He thrust his hand out to Snape, who felt compelled to take it, even as Remus watched Sirius carefully out of the corner of one eye.

\"Apology accepted,\" Snape graciously replied.

Sirius knew his cue when he saw it. He leapt to his feet, made an elaborately graceful bow to Severus. \"I too would like to apologize for the follies of irresponsible youth and immaturity, which have given way to the responsibilities and maturity of - well, not old age, but a wiser age, let us say.\"

\"Who else says so?\" Draco cracked, which made everyone laugh, including Sirius.

Snape looked up into Sirius\' eyes and saw the sincerity reflected in them. He took the proferred hand and shook it, and Sirius resumed his seat once again, clapping Snape on the shoulder in a sort of haillowllow-well-met sort of way, and nobody thought any more about it.

Dumbledore watched everything, and was satisfied. He leaned comfortably toward Minerva, and whispered, \"It is good to see a cessation of hostilities after what we have all been through. We all need to relax, enjoy life for a while, and learn to live again.\" Under cover of whispering to her, he flicked his tongue into her ear and was rewarded with a faint gasp of passion. Professor McGonagall felt her nipples hardening beneath her robe, and fairly purred at the headmaster, while each one thought about what the night would hold for the two of them.

After dinner, Hagrid built a huge bonfire in the clearing (did he ever do anything in a small way?), and everyone gathered about it, laughing and talking. The house elves produced bags of marshmallows and everyone found sticks with which to roast them. Sirius found himself being asked by all the female students to roast them a particularly nice one, and he good-naturedly obliged. When they took the sticky melty sweet from him, they thanked him and sighed, gathering in a cluster to sigh over the dreamy new professor with the face of a god. When Harry tittered, Sirius pretended to punch him in the arm, challenging him to fight, but it was all done in fun.

Snape even participated, approaching Sirius as if he were one of the female students requesting a specially roasted marshmallow from \"dear Professor Black\", and he was rewarded by Sirius taking the gooey mess off the stick and personally feeding it to him with his own fingers.

By the light of the bonfire, Dumbledore watched all the horseplay with approval, holding Minerva\'s fingers closely twined in his. ‘Let the healing commence,\' he thought to himself. He kept an especial eye on young Harry, who had done so much for the cause, and Sirius, who had suffered so much and been through hell and back, and Severus, who had had the thankless task of playing spy. And he noticed that Severus was actually beginning to thaw a bit, seemed a little more relaxed, and the potions master could actually be said to glow.

Eventually, the fire began to burn down, and Dumbledore suggested a good night\'s rest for all. Harry and Ron were all for that, but Draco was fruitlessly trying to sweet talk Hermione into coming back to his tent with him, or finding somewhere else in which to make love. He plied her with kisses and sweet entreaties, but to no avail. Hermione was adamant, and poor Mr. Malfoy was forced to make his way, alone and horny, to his solitary bed, stuck with Neville Longbottom as a roommate.

Severus took advantage of the confusion surrounding them to approach Sirius and whisper in his ear, \"Give me half an hour before you come to the tent,\" and disappeared mysteriously, leaving an intrigued Sirius in his wake.

Harry and Ron wanted to give their roommates time to settle before they entered their tent as well. \"Sirius,\" Harry began, \"we\'ve been challenged to a canoe race tomorrow - you and me and Ron against Draco and ‘mione and Snape. What do you say?\"

\"Say? I say let\'s show\'em what we\'re made of!\" was Sirius\' reply, and Harry\'s heart beat faster - at being here in this wonderful place, and for being able to spend such quality time with his lover Ron and his godfather Sirius. Impulsi, he, he reached out and hugged Sirius, exclaiming, \"This is just the best trip ever!\" A surprised Sirius responded by hugging Harry back, a tiny ache at the back of his heart that James hadn\'t lived long enough to get to know his remarkable son who looked so much like him. Looking up, he reached out an arm to include Ron, and the three of them stood together under the midnight sky in a loving tableau.

At last, Sirius shooed the boys off to bed, bid a final goodnight to Hagrid and Remus, who were odd tentmates, and to Albus and Minerva, who seemed to be anxious to be off themselves. To himself, Sirius wondered if they were still getting it on at their ages, and decided that he really didn\'t want to know.


Casually he approached his tent, trying not to appear to be too eager to a casual observer, made an elaborate production of pretending to yawn, as if to show the world that he was ready for sleep and stepped inside.

Whatever he had thought was happening, or what Snape was up to, the reality far outstripped the fantasy!

The first thing Sirius noticed was the tealights - dozens of them, lit and arrayed about the tent. Second was the large round bed draped in silken bunting - he could have sworn that wasn\'t there before. And arrayed on top of that deep blue bed was Severus Snape, reclining in a come hither pose that took Sirius\' breath away. The potions master was garbed in a black silk kimono, which was lightly belted in front and opened to reveal that beneath it he wore only his birthday suit. Music was playing seductively in the background - Ravel\'s LaValse - a piece that Severus had only recently introduced him to, and which they both enjoyed.

Snape uncoiled his long lean body and rose from the bed, pushing the robe back from his slender hips just enough to show that he was thoroughly aroused by the mere sight of his lover.

\"You\'ve been busy,\" Sirius observed.

\"Yes, I have, and it\'s all for you.\" Severus reached out and took Sirius into his arms, pressing their lips together as well as their bodies. Sirius\' head fell back as Snape began to nibble at his lower lip, taking it gently in his teeth, applying a firm yet gentle pressure which caused the other man to shiver. He pulled the lip into his mouth, sucking on it, delighting in the taste and feel of it. Reluctantly, he pulled away, cradling Sirius\' face in his hands, his eyes shining in the glow of the tealights. \"Tonight is yours,\" Snape whispered, and he began to undress his lover.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly on the floor, ran his fingertips over the exposed nipples, rubbed them, watched them harden, took them one by one into his mouth and suckled them, running his tongue over the little hard nubs. Sirius hadn\'t realized how sensitive they were, had never had anyone touch him quite like this. He felt his erection straining to be free, wondered how long it would have to wait.

Not long, for next Snape unbuckled Black\'s belt, pulled down the zipper on his jeans, and pulled the pair of pants down his lover\'s long lean legs, until they too lay discarded on the floor. There was no need to go any further, as Sirius wore nothing beneath the jeans, nothing other than his ten inch hardon. Snape ran his fingers across Sirius\' glorious cock, eliciting moans of approval, but there was no time to pursue this avenue now, there were other things to be done.

He took Sirius\' hand and led him to the bed, urging him to take his place on it, which Sirius gladly did, lying on his side like a pinup from a muggle magazine, his beautiful long dark hair cascading across his shoulders. \"What do you have in mind, Sevi?\" he asked breathily.

In response, Severus reached down to a nearby table and produced a tray upon which sat a number of small containers of assorted colours and sizes. Also there was a slender glass filled with a dark red liquid. \"Here, drink this,\" he handed the glass to Sirius, who drank the contents without hesitation.

Instantly he was filled with the most remarkable sensations - he seemed to verily glow from the inside out. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, coursing up and down his legs, up and down his arms and through the fingers to the very fingertips. He flexed his fingers and his toes, felt the power of the blood. His heart seemed to have grown several sizes larger, and he found that it was filled with nothing but passionately happy feelings toward Severus. In fact, everything felt as if it was larger than life, especially his erection, which felt as if it were the most humongous thing in the world. His senses seemed to be on hyperdrive, and when he looked at Severus he thought that he would literally drown in the love which poured through him. \"This is awesome!\" he managed to whisper at last, \"how did you do it?\"

Severus smiled. \"I\'m a potions master - it\'s what we do!\" Setting the glass aside, he turned his attention to the mysterious little pots on the tray. Picking one up, he slid a long finger into it and when he pulled it out, Sirius could see that the finger was now fuschia coloured. Snape took his finger and, placing it on Sirius\' chest, began to paint, drawing purple circles about his nipples with the substance on his finger.

\"What is that?\" Sirius wanted to know.

\"It\'s a special love oil which I have developed. How does it feel against your skin?\"

\"Divine!\" Sirius breathed. \"Does it have an odour? I\'m not sure, but I thought I smelled something.\"

\"You did - it combines with your own chemistry to produce its own pheremone - a natural love scent.\" Snape leaned his head toward his lover\'s chest and inhaled. \"A most intoxicating fragrance if I do say so myself, Mr. Black, one that has all the essence of you!\"

\"Is it edible?\"

\"Totally, love, totally!\" Severus went back to work, applying more oil to Sirius\' nipples, before switching to a warm orange colour and applying it to his lover\'s chest.

Sirius lay back and relaxed as the professor continued to use him as a living canvas. He spread lime green all over his stomach and cerise over his abdomen. Using two hands, he caressed Sirius\' huge cock with lemon yellow, brushing the head against his lips, caressing it in the most maddening way before resuming his artistry.

Sirius\' testicles were painted raspberry, and his legs a burnt sienna, with one foot done in silver, the other in gold. When he reached the toes, Snape instructed him to roll over, presenting him with a lovely view of his beautiful ass. Snape spread rose oil all over Sirius\' back, swirling it with his hands as he rubbed it into the silky smooth skin, kneading the firm muscles, caressing and licking as he worked.

He painted his ass a warm apricot, applying a liberal amount to one finger, and inserting it into Sirius\' puckered opening, causing him to gasp happily. Moving his finger about, he worked at stretching the opening, relaxing the muscles, then inserted a second finger up to the knuckle, and Sirius trembled at his touch.

As he thrust his fingers into him, he bent down, inhaling the particular odour that was Sirius, taking it into his lungs and breathing deeply. He could never get enough of this man, his scent, his touch....He had never felt this way before, and he didn\'t want it to stop.

\"Do you want me to continue?\" he asked Sirius. \"Should I keep on doing what I\'m doing?\"

\"Oh by the gods, yes, please don\'t stop!\" Sirius begged. \"More, more! I want you inside of me, I want to feel your cock plunging into my arse, take me, please!\"

Severus was pleased, gratified that he had such an effect on his lover. He would have been even happier if he had known what Sirius knew - that no one else had ever affected him in this way, and that he had never submitted to anyone like this before.

He pushed his fingers further in, feeling the sweet spot, the secret spot which was calculated to drive him crazy, heard his gasp, and was happy. \"Tell me what you want, Siri,\" he whispered. \"Tell me what you need...\"

\"I want you, Sevi, only you... I want you inside of me, please, right now, please, all of you, inside of me, right... fucking.... now....!\" His words were wrung from the depths of his soul. He felt that Snape\'s fingers inside of him were the center of his universe, and his whole being was centered on this very moment.

\"Lubricous!\" Snape intoned, and he felt the lubricant flowing about his fingers, preparing his lover for the next step. Removing his fingers, he pressed his own demanding erection against Sirius\' inviting arse, rubbed it against him, listened to his groans, and then he plunged his length into him, felt the shudder of delight, felt as if nothing could ever feel this good again in his life.

Oh Merlin, this man was so inviting, so warm, so tight, so utterly delightful. He pushed himself in, pulled back and pushed in again, feelings his balls go slap-slap against the beautiful arse. He had drank a little of the pleasure enhancer himself, and the sensations that it produced were indescribable. Reaching around to his front, he grasped Sirius\' rockhard cock, and began to pleasure him in that arena as well.

Sirius thought that he had died and gone to heaven - his senses were working overtime - Snape filled his being, claimed his soul - there was no one else, nothing else, but this man who was pleasuring him so greatly. He felt an urge begin to rise from the depths of his soul, a feeling which originated in a point never reached before - utterly virgin territory no longer - and it welled up within him, demanding to be released, seeking its own level, its own parity - swelling and growing with all the force of a supernova - it sought its own surcease, demanded to be born - and finally it reached the top, the outer limits, the crescendo of a lifetime, the orgasm to end all orgasms, and suddenly he felt his release into Severus\' hand even as he felt Sevi attain his own release - and simultaneously they achieved nirvana together.

Severus felt himself pumping into Sirius as if he would never stop, and felt the fluid flowing from his lover\'s pulsing cock. He was so happy - so totally and gloriously happy - so utterly fulfilled and fulfilling - and for a moment all time ceased to exist, and the two men were as one.

As all good things must come to an end (at least that\'s what they say), they finally collapsed together onto the bed, gasping and drawing in long deep breaths, allowing their quivering souls to regain a measure of balance. Severus wrapped his long legs protectively about Sirius, drawing him into his embrace. Sirius nuzzled happily at Severus\' chest, raised his head for a kiss, which was gladly given, their lips lingering, reluctant to part, drawing the kiss out as long as possible, before they smiled at one another and fell happily asleep.


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author\'s note: Is this the happy ending you were looking for? Well, fate has a nasty way of throwing monkey wrenches about when you least expect it. Watch for Boys Will Be Boys, Part III, to follow the further adventures of Siri and Sevi!

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