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 Twelve

Boys Will Be Boys, Part III - \"I may be a dog, but that doesn\'t make me anybody\'s bitch!\"

\"I\'m in the mood for love simply because you\'re near me
Funny but when you\'re near me, I\'m in the mood for love.
Heaven was in your eyes, bright as the stars we\'re under,
Or is it any wonder, I\'m in the mood for love.
Why stop to think of whether this little dream might fade,
We\'ll put our hearts together - now we are one, I\'m not afraid.
If there\'s a cloud above, if it should rain, we\'ll let it.
But for tonight forget it, I\'m in the mood for love.\"
- Frank Sinatra



It was a beautiful Scottish morning - the sun rising over the tops of the hills shone gloriously down upon the intrepid Hogwarts campers, who quickly rose to greet the challenge of the new day. Poor Neville Longbottom received an unpleasant surprise - apparently someone had sneaked into his tent in the middle of the night and inserted one of his hands into a pail of warm water, with expected, but unpleasant consequences. Harry helped him out with a cleaning spell, lest Neville injure himself in attempting his own ablutions. Harry eyed Draco a bit suspiciously, but the pale blonde Slytherin denied that he would do such a thing to his roommate and said that he resented the implication, but Harry noticed that he wasn\'t really angry about it, which made him all the more suspicious.

Ron dismissed the whole thing with a shake of his head, as he whispered to Harry, \"Draco\'s just taking it out on Neville ‘cause he\'s not getting any from ‘mione right now. If he doesn\'t get some tonight, I bet there\'ll be hell to pay!\"

Harry laughed. \"You\'re probably right, so let\'s hope Hermione gives him a break in some way!\"

Together they walked the short distance to the tent which Hermione shared with five other girls. She was waiting for theeadieading a book and practicing spells with her wand.

\"Does nev never stop?\" Ron asked Harry, and he just smiled and shrugged, as they waited for her to join them.

Their next stop was Sirius\' tent. They stood outside for a moment, not wanting to just walk in, and not knowing how exactly to knock on a tent. Hermione looked up from her book long enough to comment, \"Just walk in. Snape isn\'t even here, if that\'s what you\'re worried about.\"

\"How do you know?\" Ron asked, ever skeptical.

\"Because Draco has already been here for him, and they are probably waiting in the dining tent for the rest of us,\" was Hermione\'s response.

Harry harrumphed loudly, just in case, and was met with a \"Come on in!\" from inside the tent, so they all did. There they found Sirius sitting on the edge of his bed, putting on his boots, and looking simply radiant.

\"Ah, good morning Harry!\" he greeted his godson. \"And a good morning to you, Ron!\" He slapped his boots with satisfaction, rose and, approaching Hermione, reached out for her hand, which he graciously bent over and kissed. \"Good morning, lovely lady!\" he greeted her, and she blushed furiously, but smiled in a very pleased way, while Ron gave Harry one of his patented ‘you have got to be kidding\' looks.

Sirius was grinning from ear to ear as they left the tent, his amiable mood highly infectious. \"This is a truly beautiful place!\" he commented. \"I think we should come here more often in the future. What do you think, Harry?\" Here he paused in order to yawn loudly. \"Excuse me,\" he apologized, \"it\'s not the company, I assure you.\"

\"Late night?\" Ron snickered, and Harry quickly elbowed him, while Hermione gave him a glare of disdain.

\"Wha ‘djoo do that for?\" Ron demanded to know.

\"Oh grow up, Weasley!\" Hermione sighed, shaking her head.

\"Now children, don\'t squabble,\" Sirius teased them. \"Isn\'t life grand?\" He accompanied them into the dining tent, and there waiting for them were Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. Severus stood at their approach, as did Draco.

\"Good morning, Severus,\" Sirius greeted his roommate, \"Draco.\"

Draco barely acknowledged his words as he was too busy putting a liplock on his fiancé, much to Harry and Ron\'s disgust.

\"Good morning, Sirius,\" Severus replied. He seemed to be in more of a relaxed mood than the boys had ever remembered seeing him in, less tense, less highstrung. He put a slender hand up to his mouth, in order to conceal the fact that he was yawning rather openly.

\"Late...\" Ron started to say, but Harry clapped his hand over the other\'s mouth before he could utter the second word, and Snape didn\'t seem to notice that the redhead had even spoken.

Sirius took the spot next to Snape, which earned them both a strange look from Draco. He didn\'t say anything, but his mind was finding it hard to adjust to the idea that these two men who had always been the bitterest of enemies were actually getting along. Before he could formulate any further thoughts on the matter, Hermione was giving him the day\'s itinerary, even as the house elves brought in platters filled with golden pancakes, flooded with rich syrups of maple and boysenberry, crispy slabs of bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs, and he quickly forgot what he had been thinking about.

\"I can\'t wait to go swimming in the lake,\" Ron commented, between mouthfuls of food, which he shoveled in at a prodigious rate. \"That\'s something I could brag about to Fred and George - I know they\'ve never been up here or ever had a chance to swim in the loch. And it\'s not very often that I get to do something which those two haven\'t done already.\"

\"Sounds like somebody is a tad envious, doesn\'t it?\" Harry teased, and Ron stuck his tongue out in reply.

Sirius watched the romantic capers of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger jealously, wishing that it were that easy for him to be as open with his lover as these two young adults were, wishing that the world would acknowledge and accept their liaison as it would any heterosexual relationship. And then suddenly he realized that it was up to him to make it so, and turning to Severus, he whispered, \"Hold on to your hat,\" and before the other had a chance to respond, Sirius had climbed up onto the breakfast table, and was tapping a spoon against his juice glass for attention.

\"Excuse me, excuse me!\" he repeated in his full sonorous voice until he had everyone\'s attention in the tent. \"I have an announcement to make that simply cannot wait, as it has waited far too long to be made already, and I intend to wait no longer to make it.\"

\"Will you please get on with it?\" Draco muttered, \"my fiance... I mean, my breakfast is getting cold!\"

Everyone laughed at this but all eyes remained fixed curiously on Sirius. \"Gladly, Mr. Malfoy. I merely wish to inform everyone here present that I am madly, truly, deeply in love with your potions master, the honorable Professor Severus Snape, and that we are together as a couple, and have been for a while, and that he is the most wonderful, generous, marvelous man in the world, as well as the tenderest, most thoughtful and most passionate lover.\" He held his hand out to Severus who took it, stepping up to stand beside him on the table. Sirius turned to him and put his arms around him, kissing him full on the lips, while the students hooted and hollered their approval even as they made kissy noises of their own, and Draco wore the most dumbfounded look on his face.

Sirius and Severus climbed down from the table, resuming their seats, and everything returned to the way it had been just prior to the announcement, except that now they were openly holding hands, even as everyone in the room approached them, offering them their sincere congratulations, while the happy couple beamed upon them all, and at each other...

\"....don\'t you think, Sirius? Sirius? Are you listening to me? Is something wrong?\"

Harry\'s worried voice brought Sirius down to earth again. He shook his head, as if to clear it, then turned to his godson. \"Sorry, Harry, I must have been woolgathering. What was that you said?\"

\"I was wondering if you knew which teachers were going to supervise the swimming,\" Harry repeated. \"You sure you\'re all right? You looked as if you were off in another world just now...\"

\"I guess I was,\" Sirius answered sadly. \"About the swimming, then. I am, for one, and so is Remus and Severus and Hagrid. I think that\'s all. Why do you ask?\"

\"Oh, no reason.\" Harry was the picture of innocence. Sirius looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then looked at Ron, who was barely suppressing a smile himself, and decided not to press the issue. ‘Ah, young love,\' he sighed, not daring to risk a glance at Severus. If only, if only, if only....


Those who were interested in swimming gatheredetheether at the dock after breakfast, dressed and ready to go, while the rest pursued other occupations, such as arts and crafts, or appreciation of wizard music. Dumbledore and McGonagall had checked prior to leaving Hogwarts that no inappropriate bathing gear would be brought, hence no sign of any speedos or bikinis the size of postage stamps. They were all attired modestly (and more warmly) in approved swimwear. Even so, Sirius couldn\'t help but admire way the potions master filled out his black nylon bathing trunks, his oh-so-luscious derriere an enticement that Sirius found hard to resist, his pale skin so creamy and alluring. He forced himself to look away, focusing on Harry and Ron. Snape for his part watched Sirius stealthily out of his peripheral vision, noting the smooth tanned skin, the long lean legs, the delicious nipples. He too had to force himself to concentrate on other things, lest his growing desire betray him. On the other hand, there was Hagrid, who resembled nothing so much as a great big hairy bear, and was completely unselfconscious about the fact.

Sirius found Harry and Ron at the far end of the dock, whispering together and giggling, and they looked at him guiltily as he approached them. He looked at them suspiciously. \"What are you lot up to, then?\"

\"Nothing, Sirius,\" Harry protested, while Ron echoed, \"Nothing.\"

Sirius shook his head at them. \"You\'ll have to do better than that. Your faces give you away, you know, they fairly scream ‘we\'re up to something\And And you know you can\'t hide anything from me - I\'ve done it all myself. And never got caught.\" This with a touch ofde. de.

\"Yeah, but Dumbledore said...\" Harry began, and Sirius interrupted him with a \"Never mind that. What\'s up?\"

Harry and Ron looked at each, then about them to make sure they were unobserved, and Ron pulled out a small package from beneath his trunks. Sirius took it, examined it carefully, turning it over in his slender hand before returning it.

\"What do you intend to do with gillyweed?\" he asked.

\"When Ron and I were exploring this area yesterday, we noticed a little cove off the main lake, kind of by itself, where people aren\'t likely to run into us, and we thought.... that is, we planned to.... well, we wanted to....\"

\"I get it,\" Sirius helped him out. \"Underwater fun, is it? Something different?\"

Harry and Ron nodded, their faces glowing red.

\"You won\'t tell on us, will you Sirius?\" Harry asked anxiously. \"Or tell us we can\'t go?\"

\"No, of course not. But I\'ll be watching the time very carefully. I\'m only giving you an hour and then I\'ll be looking for you, so you better use your time wisely, unless you have some strange desire to get caught in the act.\"

\"Thanks, Sirius, we won\'t forget.\" They looked about them carefully, but nobody was paying attention.

\"Go along with you then,\" Sirius said, nodding his head in the direction of the cove, \"and be aware that I will be there in an hour. Got it?\"

\"Got it!\" They stealthily swam away, with Sirius playing lookout, although this was clearly unnecessary. Hagrid and Lupin were showing some of the other students where it was best to swim, while Snape was already swimming with Draco and Hermione. Sirius watched him with deep admiration in his eyes, approved of the graceful way he cut through the water, his long dark hair streaming behind him, his arm arcing at just the right angle. Who would have thought that somebody considered to be so awkward by most people would be so graceful in the water? The three of them swam out to a predetermined point, then turned about, racing to shore. Snape bthe the other two handily, pulling himself up onto the dock, where Sirius was waiting.

\"Very nice,\" he commented, and Snape acknowledged the complement with a nod of his dark wet head. \"Didn\'t know you could swim.\"

\"Spent a lot of time swimming when I was a child,\" Snape replied, shaking his head so that the water flew in great splattering drops. \"You never forget how. You swim?\"

\"I am an excellent swimmer, if I do say so myself,\" Sirius replied \"modestly\". \"Best in Hogwarts.\"

\"We\'ll see about that,\" was Snape\'s reply. He nodded toward the middle of the lake, which was some thousand yards or so away. \"I\'ll race you out there. What do you say?\"

\"You\'re on!\" Sirius turned to Lupin, who stood nearby. \"Remus, give us a start here, will you? I\'m going to show Snape how it\'s done.\"

\"Not on your best day, Black,\" Snape responded, and Lupin smiled at the two of them, just like two little children. When would they come out of that damn closet and declare their affiliation to the world?

\"On your mark, get set, go!\" Lupin cried out, and the two men were off.

They were both excellent swimmers, their lean muscular bodies showing off to great advantage in the beautiful blue depths of Loch Ness. Graceful and powerful, they matched each other stroke for stroke, each intent on the goal before him and paying no heed to the other. They managed to arrive at their destination at exactly the same time, treading water easily as each caught his breath.

\"I could have beaten you,\" Sirius commented breathily, \"but I held back a bit.\"

Snape snorted derisively. \"You\'re a liar, Sirius, and a damnably poor one! I kept up with you so easily that it was like child\'s play - I restrained myself from besting you just to give your ego a stroke.\"

\"Oh, is that so?\" Sirius retorted, reaching for Snape and pushing his head under the surface of the lake, to Snape\'s surprise. He was even more surprised when Sirius joined him there, wrapping both lean legs about the potion master\'s torso, and pulling him close for a watery kiss even as he ground his groin against the other man\'s in a provocative manner. They managed to maintain this position for about three minutes, lips tightly pressed together, then both broke for the surface, taking in huge gulps of fresh air.

\"Mr. Black, you are amazing!\" Snape remarked, his eyes glittering. \"And you have excellent breath control!\"

\"As do you,\" Sirius returned the compliment. \"C\'mon, I\'ll race you back to shore!\"

\"You\'re on,\" Snape barely managed to say before they were both streaking back the way they had come.



Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were safe and secure in their little hideaway of love, huddled together on the bank of the cove, far from view of the rest . They had both nibbled on the gillyweed, which was not particularly flavourful, and more than a little rubbery. Harry had warned of the effects of the plant, from his prior experience with it, so neither was alarmed at the gills which appeared on their necks, and the slight webbing which appeared on their fingers and toes. Then Ron had surprised Harry by pulling out a small object from the bag which had held the gillyweed. It was white and spherical, and twisted at both ends.

\"What is that?\" Harry asked innocently.

\"Something I got from Fred and George - they recommended that we try it before sex. Says it, what was it they said? Oh yeah, they said it ‘heightens the experience\'.\"

\"I\'m all for that,\" Harry said, \"but what do you do with it?\"

\"Pyrus,\" Ron said, and the object glowed red at one end. He put it into his mouth (a bit awkwardly, due to the webbiness of his digits) and drew on it, inhaling deeply, before turning it over to Harry and gesturing to him that he was to do the same. Harry followed suit, and found himself breathing in an aromatic smoke. It felt funny at first, but then it began to fill his lungs, and a peculiar feeling of lightness began to overtake him. He took another hit before giving it back to Ron, and the most pleasant sensations engaged his senses. He became intensely aware of his surroundings, and everything assumed a sunny, happy hue, and he felt at peace with everything around him, at peace with himself, and most of all at peace with Ron.

Ron obviously felt the same way too, judging by the goofy grin on his young face. They smiled sappily at one another, as they continued to pass the joint back and forth until it was too small to handle, and Ron accidentally dropped it when he burned his fingers, with a cry of \"Ouch!\"

Harry took the singed digits and put them into his mouth, sucking on them tenderly, and Ron soon forgot his discomfort as he became lost in Harry\'s extra large green eyes. \"Oooh, that feels good,\" he said, \"you suck real good.\"

Harry giggled. \"I\'d like to be sucking on something else, if you know what I mean.\"

\"I know just what you mean, mate, and it\'s the reason that we are here, and why we ate that gillyweed. Come on, let\'s explore under the water and find a place where you and I can do some sucking of our own.\"

\"I\'m all for that!\" Harry cried enthusiastically.

Ron waved his wand and in an instant they were devoid of clothing, and they proceeded to dive beneath the surface of the water in search of the perfect place to do what they intended to do. They found a spot with little difficulty, almost as if it were designed with them in mind - it was a ledge that wasn\'t too close to the surface nor too deep, just big enough for the two of them, and not visible from the surface.

Due to the effects of the gillyweed, they had no difficulty in breathing beneath the water, but oral communication was effectively broken, so they had to resort to gestures and movements. But this wasn\'t a bad thing at all. Ron pulled Harry to him, kissing him resoundingly while rubbing against him, and their erections pressed against one another. Harry had charmed his glasses so that they became water repellent, thus enabling him to see what was going on. He wasn\'t sure where this was leading, but he was sure that he was going to enjoy it.

Ron took hold of Harry\'s erection and stroked it lovingly, caressing it. Harry liked the feel of the water about him, the buoyancy it gave him, and he loved the gillyweed for the freedom from observation which it afforded them. A playful Ron locked his legs around Harry\'s ass, and they began to spin about in slow parabolas, scaring away the few fish that ventured near them. Ron kicked with his feet, maneuvering them onto the rock ledge, and gestured to Harry not to move, then positioned himself so that his head was at the level of Harry\'s groin, and Harry had complete access to Ron\'s appendage.

Ron took Harry into his mouth, careful not to swallow any water in the process, and Harry did the same. Ron loved the feel of his lover\'s cock in his mouth - he moved up and down the shaft, feeling the shivers of pleasure as they reverberated through the water. He took the whole member into his mouth, feeling the cockhead press against the back of his throat, proud of himself for being able to accomplish this. He loved the feel of Harry\'s mouth on his own cock, and being so near and yet so far from everyone else added an element of danger which made the entire experience more enjoyable.

Ron slid his mouth up and down, up and d wil willing Harry to fuck his mouth, even as he concentrated on what was happening to him, alternating between giving and taking. The process of breathing through the gills was strange, but not unpleasant, although he didn\'t think he would like to live as a fish permanently - it was definitely not as satisfactory as sucking in air - but it was also not horrible. He had sucked Harry off in some strange places before, but this definitely had to be the strangest!

Ron had thought about attempting some sort of intercourse while they were under the influence of both the gillyweed and Fred and George\'s present (what was that music that he kept hearing? But that was impossible, not down here!), but that became a moot point as he realized that he was about to explode into Harry, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, nor did he really want to. He came on waves of golden dreams, pumping energetically into Harry\'s waiting orifice, even as Harry came into Ron\'s eager mouth, and they both drank of each other, willingly, gladly, happily, even as their young cocks shuddered to a stop, spent.

They disengaged from one another, realigned themselves, and lay quietly together on the narrow rock ledge, arms entwined about one another, enjoying the unusual sights to be seen beneath the surface of Loch Ness, as the sunlight came through in dappled splotches about them. Life was good, and they still had some time left before Sirius would be coming to look for them, by which time, they would be dressed once again, and ready to return to the others. It never even dawned on them that they might actually be missed by anyone - they were confident that Sirius would adequately cover for them. In the meantime, life was good, and so was the company, and they lay together and dreamed, even as the strange music continued to play....


Eventually Sirius did come for them, and although he asked no questions and they volunteered no information, his eyes twinkled when he looked at them, and they found themselves blushing for no apparent reason. They could see that Sirius was in excellent spirits himself, as they quietly rejoined the others. Snape noticed their reemergence, and for a second Harry wondered if the potions master were about to reassert himself as a right bloody bastard and spoil their fun, but he merely looked at them and looked at Sirius, then laid longlong finger against his prominent proboscis and said not a word.

After lunch came the promised canoe races - Harry, Ron airiuirius against Hermione, Draco and Snape. Calamities befell both sides. Ron managed to tip the canoe twice, while Draco lost his paddle once, and managed to run over a rock once. When it came down to it, nobody actually won, but nobody cared, because they were all having such a great time.

After the canoe race came a surprise - Professor Snape had arrd fod for horses to be provided, and he offered those that were interested a riding lesson. He insisted that Harry and Ron ride together, as neither one of them demonstrated any particular proficiency with their animal, but they didn\'t mind, as it was an opportunity for Ron, who rode in back, to press himself up against Harry, all in the interests of staying seated, and Harry was tortured (although in a nice way) with the feel of Ron\'s erection all through the ride. Hermione claimed that she was not very good herself and Draco helped her to a place in front of him, winding his arms around her affectionately, which she did not object to (while Harry sniffed and commented that as long as he had known Hermione she had always boasted of being an experienced rider and that she was for some strange reason playing damsel in distress to Dragon Boy). Snape himself selected a magnificent black stallion with a great deal of spirit, and his seat was impeccable. Sirius couldn\'t help but admire the handsome figure that he made, wishing that he could ride behind him as the boys were doing, dig his own hard cock into Severus\' handsome backside. But alas he did not dare. Remus challenged him with his eyes to climb up onto Snape\'s horse, to take a chance, but he turned his head, pretending not to understand, and Lupin sighed and rolled his eyes at him for the millionth time. Hagrid did not ride with them, not feeling comfortable at saddling some poor unfortunate creature with his great weight, but he did enjoy petting and talking to the animals - they reminded him so of his beloved unicorns, sans the horn of course.

Dinner was once again magnificent, and for once Hermione didn\'t start on her usual SPEW tirade - she was too busy playing kissyface with Draco - for which everyone was eminently grateful. Afterward, as they sat about the nightly campfire, Lupin entertained them with an assortment of ghostly tales , which raised mock fright and pseudo terror among the students, and nods of recognition from the adults. Harry and Ron, under cover of the darkness, held hands, and Sirius went so far as to sit next to Snape, his leg actually touching that of the potions master. To the casual observer it was an innocent gesture brought about by the closeness of their seating, but Snape understood it for what it was, and he felt a tremendous surge of emotion flow through him at Sirius\' touch. Perhaps this was what he had been waiting for, perhaps Sirius was the one person he was really meant to be with (which was truly ironic, considering all the years that they had been the bitterest of enemies.). And perhaps if they went public with their relationship, his position at Hogwarts would remain as it always had been - inviolable, untouchable, irreproachable - as everyone accepted what the two men were to one another. Perhaps there was some light at the end of this tunnel! He returned the pressure with an answering touch of his own, and then actually moved his hand up from its usual sedate position in his lap, claiming Sirius\' hand and holding it gently. They didn\'t actually look at one another, like two little boys who have been caught with their hands in the cookie jar and think that if they don\'t move they can\'t be seen, but they were both very content and very happy. From across the campfire, Professor Dumbledore noticed and heartily approved, nudging Minerva and indicating them with his eyes. She smiled back at him, quite pleased herself, and Lupin was so delighted that he almost howled with joy.

A plethora of yawns signaled the arrival of bedtime, and the campers dispersed to their various sleeping quarters, leaving behind cheery good-nights in their wake. Harry and Ron dogged Sirius\' and Severus\' footsteps, acting like obnoxious little children, asking any question which popped into their heads - \"What are we going to do tomorrow?\", \"What\'s for breakfast tomorrow (this was Ron, of course), \"Can we go swimming again?\", \"Do you like to swim, Professor Snape?\", \"How long can we stay here?\" and, of course, \"Are we there yet?\" which produced a scowl from Snape and a dirty look from Sirius. When they reached the entrance to their tent, he turned to his godson, his dark eyes glittering, a bemused smile playing about his sensual lips. \"Okay, Harry, you\'ve walked us home, seen us to the door. Was there anything else?\"

\"We could tuck you in, if you like,\" Ron offered, even as Harry elbowed him. Snape shook his head, rolling his eyes, and entered the tent.

\"That\'s not necessary, thank you, Ron,\" Sirius replied. \"Perhaps if you extended that same offer to Mr. Malfoy?\"

\"Ewwww, not on your life,\" Ron grimaced.

\"Maybe Professor Snape will take us riding again tomorrow,\" Harry said hopefully, a notion which Ron eagerly seconded.

\"Perhaps.\"

\"Will you ask him?\"

\"If you like, Harry.\"

Harry shuffled his feet, decided that they had been bratty enough, and besides, he was eager for them to get back to their own tent and their own fun and games. \"Good night, Sirius.\"

\"Good night, Harry. Good night, Ron.\" He hugged them both tightly, as if they were his own sons. \"Go along with you two. I\'ll see you in the morning.\"

\"Bright and early?\"

\"Just not too early, okay?\"

\"Why?\" Ron piped up, \"you planning a late...\" but found Harry\'s hand clamped over his mouth and he was unceremoniously escorted away, even as Harry called out a final good night.

Sirius entered his own tent at last, and found himself swept up into a strong pair of arms, which wrapped themselves about his body, clinging to him as tightly as a fat lady\'s girdle, and his lips were assaulted in the most wonderful way that took his breath away. When he finally came up for air, he was seriously smiling.

\"I thought they\'d never leave,\" Snape murmured, as he nibbled at Sirius\' neck and ear lobes.

\"They mean well,\" Sirius defended the two boys.

\"Yes, I know they mean well, but I mean to get you into bed as quickly as possible, and their presence was making that impossible.\"

\"I know, Sevi, but after all he is my godson. And Ron is Harry\'s best friend.\"

\"Slash lover,\" Snape added.

\"Yes, slash lover,\" Sirius replied. \"And my distant cousin.\" Severus\' breath along his neck was inflaming his desire, and he could feel a growing urgency rising between his legs. \"Let\'s not talk about Harry and Ron right now, shall we? I think there are other topics that need covering between us.\"

\"Yes, I feel that way too,\" Snape brushed up against the insistent bulge with his own demanding presence, and both men groaned anticipatorially.

Sirius pulled back first, running one slender hand through his hair as if to give it something else to concentrate on, smoothing the beautiful black tresses down against his head. He reached out and, taking Snape\'s chin in one hand, kissed him lightly on the lips. \"Calm down, lover. The night is young and I have ideas.\"

\"What kind of ideas?\"

\"I plan to ring your chime hav have you singing hallelujah before I\'m through with you,\" Sirius promised. He led Severus into the middle of the tent, clearing an area as he went, and setting him on a straight backed chair which he produced. With a wave of his wand, the ceiling of the tent seemed to disappear - to be replaced by a velvety blue sky awash with the stars of the cosmos. \"I made Albus show me that one,\" he confessed, \"it was always one of mah favourites!\" He flashed his patented grin at Severus who couldn\'t help but smile back. \"You\'re so handsome when you smile, love, you should smile more often.\" He reached out to Snape, claimed his lips and took full possession of them, using his tongue as a stake of his claim, deepseated growls issuing from his throat as if Padfoot were trying to escape from there. Forcing himself to release the professor, he pulled back, panting, and a little lightheaded. Recovering his equilibrium, he continued.

With another wave of his wand, a hidden music device began to play (Sirius had always ben interested in muggle artifacts and instruments and how they worked - something he had in common with his cousin Arthur Weasley). The song which played was also muggle - a popular selection from an Irish musician named Van Morrison entitled Moondance. As the music began to play, Sirius placed himself in full view of Severus Snape and began to dance, softly singing as he moved..

\"Well, it\'s a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes...\" He reached out one hand, brushed it lightly across Severus\' dark eyes, down his nose. \"A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies.\" Gyrating his hips, he closed his eyes, let his head fall back, sweeping his marvelous tresses back and forth til they rippled like dark water.

\"And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow, and I\'m trying to please to the calling of your heart-strings that play soft and low.\"

Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton the silken black shirt which he wore, polished pearl buttons which gleamed. He took out one, two, then three buttons, pausing for effect, pulling the shirt back to reveal the silky smooth skin beneath, a glimpse of one pale brown nub, then the other, making Snape\'s mouth salivate in a most Pavlovian manner. \"And all the night\'s magic seems to whisper and hush and all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.\"

As if from thin air, he produced a pink squeeze bottle, which he offered to Snape, bending towards him, tantalizing him with his flesh. He took Snape\'s fingers, pressed them against the bottle, squeezed the contents in a thin line onto Snape\'s other hand, and moved them toward his chest invitingly. Snape didn\'t need to be told twice, and he moved his hand beneath the other\'s shirt, rubbing the silky lotion against his lovely skin, catching the nubs between his fingers and rubbing them caressingly. \"Can I just have one a\'more moondance with you, my love. Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love.\"

Sirius sighed deeply as the loving hand moved across his chest, and then attempted to move downward. But that was forbidden territory, at least for now, and Sirius moved back out of reach with a chastising smile, rubbing his two fingers together to say ‘for shame, for shame\'. \"Well, I wanna make love to you tonight, I can\'t wait ‘til the morning has come. And I know that the time is just right and straight into my arms you will run.\"

The strip tease was resumed, more and more of the buttons being pushed through their little holes, until they were all discombobulated. Sirius removed the shirt, held it above his head and twirled it about like a cheap Vegas stripper, tossing it at last to Snape, who took it and held it up to his face, inhaling the fragrance that was Sirius Black, filled with desire for this incredibly sexy man, this marvelously creative lover who was everything he had ever dreamed of - and more.

\"And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you\'re never alone. There and then all my dreams will come true, dear. There and then I will make you my own.\" Now the belt, a thin knotted piece of leather which slid out easily and quickly found a place on the floor. Sirius reached for the zipper, started to pull it down, then stopped, teasing, taunting, pushing and grinding his hips even harder, closer to Snape, maddeningly close so that the potions master was tempted to reach out and seize the prize. When he tried to do just that, Sirius lightly rapped his knuckles and pulled back again, inching the pull slowly, slowly, down, over his oh so hard, oh so desirable and oh so ready cock, which strained to be free as eagerly as Snape strained to attain it.

\"And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside. And I know how much you want me that you can\'t hide.\" Now the zipper was down all the way and the prize at the bottom of the Cracker Jack box was revealed in all its glory. Snape heard himself moan at the sight, but refrained from reaching out, no matter how much he was tempted. Obviously Sirius had his own agenda, and he determined to follow the other man\'s cues.

Sirius took firm hold of his cock, never losing his place in the rhythm of the music, stroking it, caressing it, moving closer and closer to Snape as he did so, taunting him, teasing him. But not yet. Not yet. He moved back again, pulled the brown cords over his hips and down his slim legs, kicking them aside. He wore nothing else, nothing but a very sexy smile.

\"Well it\'s a marvelous night for a moondance,\" the song continued, and Sirius continued to move to its sensual rhythms, closing his eyes and moving gracefully as Snape devoured him with his eyes. He moved his hands up to his chest, rubbed the nipples, made tight little circles, licked his fingertips and rubbed them even more. Turning around, Snape was rewarded with a view of his wonderful ass, so muscular, so taut, so enticing. He certainly knew how to shake it, bending over so that Severus could appreciate the whole view (pun intended). He backed up until that beautiful ass was directly in Severus face, and the professor didn\'t need to be told twice what to do - he reached out with both hands, grabbed hold and pushed his face against his lover\'s anus, licking hotly around his pucker. Using his tongue as if it were his penis, he pushed his way into Sirius\' interior, feeling about carefully til he became used to it, reaching for the prostate and finding it was rewarded by the trembling of Sirius\' entire body. Eagerly he lapped and sucked, alternating his tongue with his fingers, pushing them in, one, then another, then a third, loving the taste of Sirius, the texture of Sirius - everything there was to be enjoyed, he was enjoying. He reached around and caught up his lover\'s cock in his hand, stroked it in time to the Moondance, made love to him, and loved him more than anything in the world.

Reluctantly, Sirius had to push himself away, lest he come too soon, and he turned around once more. On his face was a dreamy smile which pleased his lover, for it was confirmation that he had been good. Sirius then waved his wand, as if he could wait no longer, and Snape\'s clothes were history. Sirius looked down to see that the good professor was sporting quite a hardon himself, and was almost a match for the ten-inch Black cock.

\"Can I just have one a\'more moondance with you, my love. Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love.\" Sirius moved closer, pelvis rotating gently, hips swaying. He rubbed his cock against Severus\' leg, ground it into his leg, then maneuvered himself onto the chair, his legs splayed on the outside of his lover\'s, and he began to move upon him, grinding his pelvis against the other man\'s, their erections touching hungrily, eagerly, as if they had minds of their own. He seized Snape\'s head, even as the lap dance continued, pressed his lips against Snape\'s, devoured them, sucked them, made them his, as hands now entered the fray - hands and cocks, tangled, moving, impossible to tell where one left off and the other began - frantic, urgent, kneading, rubbing, pushing, grinding, lips welded together seamlessly, perfectly - no time for penetration, no time to reach the bed, the time was here, the time was now, too late, too late, coming, coming, coming, coooooominnnnnng.............. cum.

Gooey, sticky, air filled with the scent of semen, of sweat and passion, testosterone..... and love.

Sirius nestled his head against Snape\'s neck, who held him easily, breathing, sighing, back to normal, even, tempered breathing now. Snape reached out and kissed his head gently, whispered, \"I love you, Siri,\" and held him tight. Sirius sighed against his lover\'s chest, \"I love you Sevi,\" kissed the pale professor\'s skin, rubbed his cheek against it and fairly purred with contentment.

\"One more moondance with you in the moonlight, On a magic night, La, la, la, la in the moonlight On a magic night Can\'t I just have one more moondance with you my love.\"

The music softly faded away, and there was only the two of them, together, holding one another beneath the canopy of stars above.

Finally, they stirred themselves, moved to the bed, and spooned together, falling asleep, content, sated, loved. And all was right with the world.

Sirius found himself awake a short time later. Dammit, he could feel his bladder pressing against him in its urgency to be relieved. He didn\'t want to get up, didn\'t want to leave the warmth of the bed, and the warmth of Severus\' arms. But some things just can\'t be denied. He pressed his mouth up against Snape\'s ear, \"I\'ll be right back love,\" and Snape murmured, \"Okay,\" but never opened his eyes nor moved.

Sirius pulled his cords back on, and his black silk shirt, which he left unbuttoned. After all, it was rather late, and chances were he wouldn\'t run across anyone out and about. Even if he did, he was adequately dressed to satisfy propriety. He ran one hand through his hair, yawned sleepily, as he exited the tent. The three-quarter moon was out and hung low in the sky, a luminescent pearl which cast a golden glow on everything. At least he didn\'t have to worry about stumbling about in the dark.

Having attended to business, he was making his way back when he was startled to hear voices nearby. He wondered what was up, and quietly made his way toward the sound, his footfalls going unnoticed in the stealth of his movements. By the light of the moon he could see Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. They sat together upon a fallen log, Draco with his arm around Hermione, who rested her head upon his shoulder. Sirius smiled at the loving tableau they made. He decided to listen in on a little of their love chatter before he headed back to bed. Something to amuse Severus with.

He crept up on them unnoticed, for they were far too intent on their conversation to pay attention to the world around them.

\".... yes, dearest, I am impatient to be with you too,\" Hermione patiently explained. She sounded like a teacher lecturing a slow-learning student. \"But this isn\'t the time or the place, I\'m afraid.\"

\"It never is,\" Draco grumbled. \"Do you want me to end up with blue balls, ‘mione? Do you? Don\'t you know how much I need to be with you?\"

\"And I need to be with you, my love.\" Sigh. \"But not here, not now. We have lots of time, believe me, don\'t try to wear it out before we even get married.\"

Draco sighed, resigned, held her closer. \"You know I think there is something funny going on with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Something very strange. You\'re their best friend, surely you know what\'s up with them?\"

Hermione said nothing, but her silence spoke volumes. \"Oh ho! Is that how it is?\" Draco muttered.

\"There\'s nothing wrong with it and I won\'t listen to you badmouth my friends!\" Hermione reprimanded him. \"After all, if it\'s good enough for your good friend, Professor Snape...\" She stopped speaking suddenly, as if she had said too much, but Draco was too fast for her.

\"Professor Snape? What has he to do with anything?\" He pushed her head up so that he could look into her eyes, and Hermione\'s eyes never lied - they signaled everything. \"I know that Severus prefers men, he always has. But I think you know more than I do, you know something that\'s going on now.... something you don\'t want me to know....\" He cast about in his mind for clues, images, and the film in his mind began to develop. \"Oh my dear Merlin, he is with Black, isn\'t he? He\'s taken Black for a lover!\" He began togh, gh, holding his sides in an attempt to keep it in.

\"What are you laughing at, Draco Malfoy?\" Hermione hissed angrily. \"Sirius Black is a very good man, and you should be grateful that he would want to be with Severus Snape. There\'s nothing wrong with it at all - I think they make a cute couple!\"

\"Oh yeah, real cute!\" Draco wiped at his eyes with one hand. \"I just find it ironic, that\'s all.\"

\"What?\"

\"That Sirius Black, one-time Marauder, big man on campus, hot shot wizard, a god in his own mind, should end up as Severus Snape\'s bitch!\" He began to laugh uncontrollably once more, and Hermione had to shush him, lest they be found out at this late hour, berating him for his lack of manners....

But Sirius had stopped listening to their conversation, frozen in place. Not sure what he had actually heard, he replayed the conversation over in his mind, and it always ended in the same place, with the same words, \"Snape\'s bitch, Snape\'s bitch, Snape\'s bitch...\" Over and over, the words echoed persistently in his brain, and something within him protested.

He was Sirius Black, one of the mightiest wizarding families ever, one of the proudest wizards ever - handsome, intelligent, highly talented, highly loved, highly sought after. He was nobody\'s bitch! The words stabbed at his heart, tore through his pride with a pain so sharp it was almost palpable. By the gods, by the gods, by the gods.... His agitation increased exponentially the longer he stood there, swelling and throbbing, threatening to engulf him. He had to do something, he had to do something... But what could he do?

And then an idea began to form...

Inside the tent which he shared with Hagrid, Remus Lupin slept soundly, secure in the knowledge that the full moon was not arrived yet, and that he was safe from its unwanted effects for now. Across the tent, Hagrid snored like a freight train in heat, but Lupin wasn\'t disturbed - he inserted a pair of ear plugs, and never noticed the roaring. But he did notice something odd that jarred him from his slumbers - the feel of a wet tongue on the hand which he hung out from under his blankets.

A tongue? That didn\'t seem right. He opened one eye, peering down at his hand, and was greeted by the sight of a large black dog, which proceeded to lick his hand with enthusiasm.

\"Padfoot,\" Lupin murmured. \"Go back to bed,\" and he attempted to roll over, but the animal would have none of that. It whimpered and thrust its head into Remus\'s hand, demanding his full attention. He sat up with a sigh, rubbing his eyes sleepily. \"Really, old man, it\'s too late for this. Go back to Snape and quit playing doggy. I\'m not in the mood.\"

The rejected dog sat back on its haunches, raised its muzzle toward the heavens and began to howl, mournfully, depressingly, and Lupin slowly began to understand that something was wrong here, that Padfoot needed him, needed him rather desperately it seemed.

\"You want Moony to come out and play, don\'t you? That\'s why Padfoot is here, because there\'s something going on that Sirius can\'t face. As usual. Well, all right, I\'ll come out with you, but just for a little while. And in the morning you are going to tell me all about it, aren\'t you Sirius?\"

The dog made no reply, merely looked up at him with soulful eyes that Lupin could almost swear looked misty. \"Okay, old friend,\" he relented, reaching out and stroking the dog\'s soft fur, \"you know I\'m always here for you, don\'t you? Let\'s go out and play for a little bit,\" and he was Lupin no longer, but Moony, the elegant wolf. Wolf and dog trotted out of the tent and into the woods, away from everyone and everything.


Meanwhile, Snape stirred in his sleep, reached out for his lover, found vacancy. Sleepily, he opened one eye, saw nothing, then half-remembered Sirius\' last words. \"Oh yeah,\" he mumbled to himself. The next instant he was sorry that he had ever let the thought cross his mind. It had to be the power of suggestion, but he found that he had to get up now himself. A quick glance at the clock as he arose told him that it was later than he thought it was. Why hadn\'t Sirius returned yet? Had somethiappeappened to him?

He stumbled out of the tent, stood a moment to regain his bearings, looking about him in the glow of the golden moon. He liked this time of night - so peaceful, so serene. Appropriate description, he thought to himself - the serene moon. He smiled to himself, content, and began to head in the same direction which Sirius had taken earlier.

And then he saw them - the silver wolf and the large black dog - chasing one another about, rambling together in the moonlight. Of course he recognized the dog - it was Sirius of course, in his animagus form, and the wolf was obviously Lupin. But what was going on here? Why were they together in the middle of the night, and why had Sirius not returned to their bed? He felt a pain slice through his heart. He had never been prone to jealousy before, but it consumed him now, and he couldn\'t bear it. He felt hurt, angry, betrayed - but most of all, hurt. His heart ached, and he felt an uncontrollable desire to go back to bed, to go to sleep, to bury this in slumber and oblivion. Forgetting his earlier objective, he turned back inside, curled up in the bed, tried to forget what he had seen, but traitorous images flooded his brain - Sirius laughing, Sirius smiling, Sirius naked, kissing, making love, swimming, joking, eating - he couldn\'t control his thoughts, they all revolved upon Sirius, and the pain was driving him mad. He crushed his eyes shut, and concentrated on various potions that he knew, remembering the proper way in which to mix them, and the familiar routine soon lulled him to sleep. He was not aware when, at some time in the early morning, his roommate returned, now in human form, exhausted and sweaty, and climbed into their joint bed.

Sirius\' eyes were painfilled, and his soul trembled as if it were one giant nerve ending. He looked at Snape in agony before turning on his side and laying there until he too found oblivion in slumber.


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A/N: The path of true love never runs smoothly! What can the two men do now? Will anything make it all right? And will poor Draco Malfoy ever get any?

My thanks to Van Morrison, who wrote and owns \"Moondance\" - st wst wonderful song to make love by!


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