Omnia Vincit Odium

Part III - Epilogue


Either Sirius was well on his way to going mad, or the crack in the ceiling had grown bigger. Although, considering he had now stared at nothing but chipped paint for nearly three days, he fairfairly sure that insanity was not far off, either.

He still couldn't believe that Remus had just shoved him on top of the wardrobe like that and left him there to rot. Of course, he only had himself to blame. Had he not waited so long before coming out of hiding, Snape and that journal wouldn't have had the chance to fill Remus with their lies. There had been people in and out of the room for days after His death, old Moony among them, but he had never been there alone. Sirius simply hadn't been able to bring himself to shock the others, especially that Weasley woman, who had barely managed to step into the room before starting to sob uncontrollably. There had been no other choice but to wait for Remus to come on his own, but of course, then Snape had appeared and messed it all up for good.

Honestly, Sirius was quite offended that Remus had chosen to believe that journal, which might very well have been written under the Imperius Curse, and just dismissed him completely. Even that bloody Death Eater, who had so openly admitted that he hated Him, had still received far better treatment than him. After Remus had finished reading, he had just quietly untied Snape and given him his wand back. Naturally Sirius had expected that the man would then modify Remus's memory and destroy the portrait, but instead Snape had simply left. No threats, no curses - unforgivable or otherwise - and certainly no explanations. The bastaad wad walked away from it all with nothing but a bleeding lip, and Sirius had ended up on top of the wardrobe, bloody pissed off.

Perhaps Sirius had bent the truth a tiny bit, but oto uto underline his point, which was, of course, that Snape was a sadistic bastard and should be made to answer for all the horrid things he had done to Him. The man was a Death Eater, for fuck's sake! You were either with them or against them, and Snape's choice should have been clear the the start. All that rubbish about Snape changing sides - what a laugh! You are what you are, and nothing's ever going to make it otherwise. Those fools, including Him, thinking that he was on their side, that he had suddenly become 'good' - bollocks! Only Sirius had seen him for what he really was and nobody had listened.

The whole time that Remus had been reading the writing on the walls, Snape had sat there silently, staring blindly into nothingness, his face completely expressionless, as if quite unaffected by any of it. Remus, on the other hand, had been blinking away the tears, his voice failing him at times, and at the end he had been crying quite openly.

Sirius had wanted to reach out his hand and comfort him, just like he had done all those years ago, when Remus had been crying over the whole werewolf thing. Back then Sirius had wrapped his arms around him and kissed the tears away, telling him that it could hardly be all that bad if women managed to go through it every month as well. And Remus had laughed and the tears had been gone, but Sirius had continued kissing them away, kissing places that tears couldn't even reach.

That had been real, Moony and Padfoot, but not for a second would Sirius believe that there could have been anything like that between Snape and Him. Snape had never so much as looked at Sirius, when they were in school, had shown no sign of interest whatsoever, so there was no fucking way that he could have fancied Him. With or without the Imperius Snape had managed to convince Him, but he hadn't fooled Sirius.

Stretching his arms, Sirius let out a yawn, wondering whether it was possible to die of boredom.

Perhaps there really hadn't been any curse on Him and He had just been off his trolley. That would certainly have explained His nasty comments about Sirius. True enough, they hadn't exactly been the best of friends, but some of the things He had said had truly hurt Sirius's feelings and made him regret the few tears he had shed for Him. To think He had even planned to bury Sirius in the attic! That had been cruel even of Him.

Of course, the most absurd part had been His accusing Sirius of being envious of Him. What the fuck would there have been for him to envy? The man had done nothing but sit around all day long, complaining about being in that house, about being so bloody useless. He had had nothing Sirius would hwantwanted, nothing! And how dared He complain - He had been there for one year, one measly year, whereas Sirius had spent his entire life in that house!

As horrible as it had been to learn that He had been done in, Sirius felt that there had also been something quite right about it. Not only had His life ended just the way it was supposed to, the way He would have wanted it to, but His death had also meant that it was now his turn; it was Sirius's turn to live.

While watching the Weasley woman weep for Him, Sirius had been busy composing a list of all the things he wanted to do as soon as he could show himself to Remus. Meeting James's boy was naturally right at the top, along with seeing Buckbeak again, and the thought of being able to visit other portraits after years of seclusion was almost too much for him to handle.

All that was now needed was for Remus to come to his senses and realise that all that rubbish He had written on the walls had been just that, rubbish. The only time Sirius had seen Remus during those three days had been when he had come to repair the tear in the canvas. Not a word had been spoken and afterwards Sirius had ended up right back there, on top of the wardrobe, staring at the chipped paint. Of course, being on top certainly beat being inside, but oddly enough, he had just about had it with anything painted.

Sirius's eyelids felt ever heavier and he leant back in his chair.

Some last words He had left there on the wall, too. Now the world would always remember Him as the obsessive wanker that He was. Although, the idea of casting the Petrificus Totalus on Snape hadn't been all bad. Sirius would rather enjoy watching Snape lie there entirely vulnerable, unable to move a muscle, yet he couldn't help wondering how the shagging would even be possible. Of course, if the spell was cast when the man was already aroused, his cock would probably only become ha, fo, for forcing it down like the arms and the legs would surely be excruciating, and Sirius doubted that was what He had had in mind. But shagging would definitely not work, unless He had planned to castrate Himself between the buns of steel.

As far as Sirius could see, the only thing that could be done would be to take advantage of Snape's helplessness and tease him right onto the brink of insanity. That shouldn't prove too difficult, not after everything Sirius had seen through his little hole.

Another yawn stretched Sirius's jaws and he allowed his eyes to draw shut.

To start off, perhaps a light brush of hand over his naked body, just to get his undivided attention, then a few pinches on the nipples to make them nice and hard, and maybe even ttlettle snog on the frozen lips. Of course Sirius could whisper something derogatory in his ear, as Snape apparently enjoyed doing so himself, but even more tempting would be to just go straight for the stony cock and make him scream inside.

First, Sirius could merely run his fingers up and down the cock, perhaps giving it an occasional squeeze, and then running along again. He might even bend down and lick it, let his tongue slide slowly up the shaft but stop right before the head. Snape would surely be ready to burst from that. Only then would Sirius touch the tip of his cock, first giving it a few quick, sharp licks, until finally taking it between his lips, letting it slide deeper, and sucking it hard.

Then Sirius would abruptly pull away and his laughter would echo from the walls. Still grinning, he would crawl on top of Snape and press his own knob against the man's face. Snape would only be able to stare at it, knowing Sirius could do what ever he wanted to him, and fearing he would. He would rub his knob against Snape's mouth, forcing his lips apart to make him taste it. Then, looking Snape straight in the eye, Sirius would start stroking himself, wanking off right in front of him, Snape having no choice but to watch. His hand would move faster and faster, and he would come on Snape's face, smearing his lips with his sperm.

Sirius was suddenly wide awake and nearly fell off his chair. However, he soon realised it had not been the dream that had startled him but the footsteps which now sounded in the room.

"It's about time!" Sirius exclaimed, trying to shake the dream off his mind. "Get me down from here, mate. Ever noticed that spot with the chipped paint in the ceiling there? I tell you, three days of staring at that thing, wondering if it's growing, is enough for anybody. One more day and I would've gone mental!"

Hands grabbed hold of the frames, and soon Sirius was upright again and staring straight into Snape's cold eyes.

"Put-me-down!" Sirius shouted in one breath. "Put-me-down-put-me-down!"

"Evidently I am a day early," Snape said quietly, but surprisingly enough, he obeyed and placed the portrait down on the bed.

"Why are you here again? Haven't you already had enough? Get the fuck out of here!"

However, Snape merely stood there, staring down at him, and Sirius had the strangest feeling that the man could see everything he had just been thinking written across his face.

Just as he was about to start a nice string of curses, one which he had been working on for the past three days, Snape's long, thin finger ran slowly across the canvas.

"Fairly decent work," he muttered under his breath as his finger brushed over Sirius. "But then again, the lycanthrope must have been used to mending all sorts of tears."

"Don't you touch me, you sick pervert!" Sirius snarled as the cold shivers travelled down his spine and met with something considerably warmer, still lingering from his dream.

"Oh, still a pervert, am I? Now, I wonder... " Snape said, leaning closer until his face was only inches away from the canvas. "If you were so certain I was merely using him - or 'raped' him, was it? - then what ever might have forced you to watch it?" His eyes narrowed and his lip curved into a sneer. "You were watching us, weren't you, you miserable little twit?"

Sirius swallowed more audibly than he would have liked.

"And do correct me if I'm wrong," Snape continued, his voice dropping lower and turning into a whisper, "but I do not remember hearing any objections from you. Or were they simply drowned by Black's moans?"

"Yes, moans of pain!" Sirius finally managed to cut in, happy to be able to hit back.

"You weren't aware of his fondness for pain?" The sneer had grown into a cold smile. "And yet you remained curiously silent. Tell me," Snape whispered as his finger moved down Sirius's body and stopped over his groin, "are portraits able to become aroused?"

"Get off me!" Sirius shouted and hurried behind the chair for cover, Snape's touch still burning parts of him that had certainly been warm enough to begin with. "You bastard! He would've never shagged you! He hated you! And I know you hated him, you said so yourself. And I'm not too sure you didn't have something to do with his death, as well!"

"Oh, yes, of course. When I specifically told him to stay here and wait for Dumbledore, what I actually meant was, do go and fight against the Dark Lord and, while you're at it, try and get yourself killed in the process."

"You knew he wouldn't just stay put like a coward!"

"No, I knew he wouldn't stay because he was a stubborn fool!"

For a while, Snape seemed to be shaking slightly, and Sirius remembered the image of a bottle of Butterbeer ready to explode, but this time the man managed to keep himself under control.

"Black was certainly right," Snape said tiredly, his voice dropping back into a whisper. "You truly are an annoying little prat, aren't you?"

Before Sirius could say anything back to him, the man disappeared from sight. Sirius heard him stride around the bed and then felt a tug at the bedspread underneath him.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Sirius shouted, suddenly more alarmed than angry. "Where's Remus?"

"Hello, Sirius," came Remus's voice quietly from somewhere near the door.

"Moony!" Sirius sighed with relief.

But as Remus's face appeared over the picture, the graveness of it did not promise anything good. During the brief time Sirius had known him, poor Moony had never looked that awful, not even after His death. The thought of what could possibly be worse than losing Him definitely put the wind up Sirius.

"What is going on around here, mate?" he asked cautiously.

"We have to say goodbye now, Sirius."

"Why? Where are you going?" Sirius asked, although the look on Remus's face had already given him the answer.

"I'm not going anywhere," Remus said, his eyes glistening with tears.

"You'll enjoy it," came Snape's cold voice from behind him. "No chipped paint."

"What? You can't mean that... No!" Sirius shouted, starting to panic. "Fucking hell, no!"

"I had a little chat with Alastor about this, as he seems to have known a lot more than I did," Remus said with a touch of disappointment. "And then Severus and I talked... " He paused, and the glance at Snape gave a strong impression that the chat with him had been neither pleasant nor long. "I suggested to Severus that it would be best if..."

"But you didn't believe any of that rubbish, did you?" Sirius cut in, now truly in a spin. "You couldn't have! I tell you, it's the Imperius Curse..."

"Look here," Remus said, his voice hardening. "I don't understand it any more than you do, but it was his choice, it was what he wanted. There was no curse."

"I'll be the judge of that! Shagging that thing is curse enough in my book," Sirius groaned, glaring at Snape, whose head had appeared next to Remus's. "Bloody hell, Moony..."

"This isn't easy for me, either, losing you for the second time," Remus said, shaking his head and wiping away the tear from the corner of his eye. "But it's the only right thing to do."

"No, you can't!" Sirius paced back and forth between the frames, feeling more trapped than he had been in the last twenty-something years. "I want to stay here, with you! I want to meet James's boy and..."
m som sorry, but I don't think you are the one Sirius wanted Harry to know."

"But him?" Sirius said, trying to get as much disgust in his voice as possible. "Why the fuck are you letting him take me?!"

There was a strange look in Remus's eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at Snape.

"He needs you more than I do."

"Needs?!" Sirius was now practically screaming. "He fucking hates me! I'll probably end up in the attic quicker than you can say 'Oops'!" He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, knowing full well that Remus would not be won over by shouting. "Moony, please, mate..."

"Goodbye, Sirius."

"Now, say goodbye, you sorry git," Snape said coldly as he stepped closer, holding the corner of the bedspread in his hand.

But before Sirius could get a word out, Snape had already wrapped the cloth around the portrait and lifted him up.

"Goodbye, mate," Sirius whispered into the darkness.

The familiar sleepiness crept up on him, and even though he tried to fight it, he couldn't help his eyes drawing shut. The last thought he had was whether or not he would ever wake up again, and then Snape was there again, still naked and under the Petrificus Totalus, and his cock was sliding into Sirius's mouth.

- The End -