Poison.

Chapter 2: Meetings At Midnight.

Sirius wrapt his cloak tighter around him as the chill wind picked up, sweeping his hair behind him. He couldn't be sure if Snape was coming, but he couldn't be sure he wasn't either, so he waited just inside the trees in the forbidden forest, out of sight of anyone who might chance a look outside the castle this late at night, waiting to see what this was about, and allowing his imagination to run wild on him.

It was a few minutes later when Sirius heard a noise from behind him. He whipped out his wand, just in case, but lowered it as he was relieved to see Severus approaching from, the edge of the grounds.

Sirius was about to speak when he was suddenly silenced. His heart turned over as Severus pressed his lips to Sirius', pulling him closer and placing a hand in Sirius' hair, holding him there.

Severus' tongue sought entrance to Sirius' mouth and he gladly gave it, barely suppressing a moan as he felt his back being pushed up against a tree, as Severus' tongue ran over his own, causing him to become dizzy with arousal.

Sirius felt his hands begin to wander, and almost without a conscious thought he parted Severus' robes, slipping his hands inside, and down the waist-band of Severus' pants. Severus drew in a breath as he felt Sirius' hands on him, and Sirius groaned as he felt the young Slytherins arousal beneath him.

Sirius moaned again as he felt the cool air around him, and realized he was completely naked. Severus snaked out of his grasp and Sirius almost collapsed when he felt Severus' tongue dart out, and lick the end of his arousal, drawing a hoarse moan from his throat, making him go weak at the knees.

Severus' hands were on his hips, and Sirius buried his fingers in Severus' smooth raven hair, relishing the feel of it in his hands. Like soft silk.

Sirius felt as though he was no longer in control of his body, and gave way to the intense feelings of pleasure that filled him, moaning, and screaming obscenities to the night.

Sirius didn't know how long it was until he next found himself lying sprawled out on the floor of the Forbidden Forest, Severus positioned on top of him, apparently asleep. Sirius coiled his hand through Severus' hair, listening to the slow breathing of the boy on top of him, feeling Severus' heartbeat somewhere above him.

The Slytherin stirred and shifted slightly, opening coal black eyes to meet with warm grey ones, still blurry with sleep. Severus smiled strangely. "Told you we could've gotten on better." Sirius gave a bark-like laugh.

"Whadya mean, could have?  "

Severus just smiled oddly again, and fished around for his fallen robes. Finding them nearby, he crawled off Sirius, and threw him his own. Sirius grinned. "Cheers!"

The trek back to the castle was silent, as both realized it must have been either incredibly late or incredibly early. They parted ways at the entrance hall, sharing a last chaste kiss before creeping silently back to their respective common rooms.

The Fat Lady admonished Sirius for being out so late and for waking her up at these ghastly hours, and Sirius apologized, sneaking back into his dormitory to find Peter snoring quietly, and Remus talking in his sleep about something.

"No… It's okay… I'll finish it latter…"

Sirius smirked at Remus's odd ramblings. At least he didn't sleep talk! Merlin forbid he should say anything incriminating in front of James without being aware of it! No wonder poor Remus couldn't keep it a secret for long that he was a werewolf! Poor bloke.

Sirius stretched languorously as he woke the next morning to a ray of sunlight filtering through the hangings on his bed. Reaching over to find his watch he discovered it was already ten in the morning. Oh well, it was a Sunday, he was allowed a sleep in…

"Oi! Pads!" Someone yelled, before cannon balling him to wake him up. "Wake up!"

"Mmmrrrr… James. Go away! I'm up, okay! I'm just not awake yet!" Remus laughed from somewhere above him. "Sirius, mate, sorry to wake you, but it's ten o' clock!"

"I know! I was just about to get up! Now go away and let me get dressed! Or I'll tell James what you were talking about in your sleep!"

Remus' eyes went wide, and James got an evil glint in his eye as Remus hurried off. "What did he say?"

"I can't tell you, otherwise I'll have nothing to threaten him with!"

James pouted. "Fine then! Side with Remus!"

"I'm not siding with anybody! Now scram! I'm not changing with you in here!" James chuckled, and left him to his devices, muttering something about him being a, 'sentimental poof.' Sirius ignored it, knowing full well that James was just being James. Although he often wondered whether James knew he was gay, as he often called him that. Maybe that was just James.

Sirius staggered out of bed wondering how on earth he was going to get through that day without someone noticing the glazed look on his face.