Seven Sins of Severus Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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Gluttony
Chapter 3 – (Gluttony)
He knows it’s coming, can feel the ripple of tension across the room as he sits down awkwardly in the armchair by the fireplace. Sirius Black cannot resist such an opportunity, and will not think twice about kicking Snape while he’s down. The Black’s are not cowards but neither are they noted for their lost opportunities and he knows this.
He is prepared.
This morning’s display is something that will not go unpunished, and in a way he thinks he was asking for it. On a base level he enjoys the verbal sparing between them. Insults, low blows, wild accusations and presumptions remind him of his childhood that without Black might have been boring.
The boy has gone to bed. Mothered and cajoled by his friends into agreeing to an early night for some rest. Not that any amount of sleep will drive away the nightmares they both suffer through night and day. He knows the boy is being protected, shielded from the troubled waters beneath a deceptively calm surface. Squashing down the lump of sympathy lodged in his throat he watches the movement of the other wizard in the room cautiously out of the corner of his eye. Like the dog he is Black circles him like pray. He is ready for the assault however as Black rounds his chair to confront him with an angry snarl.
“You’re leading him on.” He snorts in mild amusement having predicted the very words the mutt now spits at him. The boy has an unrealistic crush, yet he is the one whom they all blame on the golden boy’s bad taste in men. He doesn’t dignify the comment with a response as he notices the room has emptied leaving just he and the flea bitten mongrel alone. “He idolizes you.” If that was not obvious to everyone already then the boy hadn’t been trying hard enough.
“Jealous?” That comment earns him a well-aimed curse. It is childish to exchange silly curses like trading cards but it is an old habit they fall all to easily back into. He shakes the curse easily and glares as the dark haired wizard, whose wand wavers ever so slightly in his clenched fist.
“What hold do you have over him? What curse have you placed on his head?” Accusations and presumptuous conclusions, just as he predicted it hadn’t taken long for the argument to deteriorate. He knows this routine like the scars on the backs of his hands.
“Do you have so little respect for your godson that you’d believe him incapable of shaking anything I could throw at him Black?” He pauses for affect; let’s the petty minded dog process the insult before continuing. “Or are you still irritated the boy enjoys taking it up the arse like his father proffered.” Another curse. This one means business. Rising from the armchair having blocked the curse, he straightens himself above the angry wizard before him. Onyx eyes meet shadowed gray ones in silent challenge. This is what he wants, what the tension all day has been leading to.
“I should have let Remus kill you when I had the chance and rid us all of your odious presence.” With the flick of a wrist the duel begins. Random items flare into flames as curses cut through the air like colored ribbon. He knows that neither of them will win, that although superior to the wizard he fights, he will not push him beyond what he knows he’s capable of. He should not be so fair in war, when he knows there would be no fairness should the roles be reversed. However he cannot help the fact he enjoys this. This restrained, precarious tension that keeps their relationship on familiar ground.
As he watches the other wizard tire, his hair singed in places and smoking in others he weakens his own curses to match. They have both sustained injuries. Both having inflicted injuries upon the other enough to satisfy and placate the strained relationship between them for another few weeks. It is inevitable this will happen again, it is that knowledge that stays his hand as the dog lashes out with a final curse that leaves his already injured arm shredded of skin and fiery with pain. The room lies in a smoldering mess as he leaves clutching his arm to his heaving chest, while the boy’s bedraggled godfather collapses beside the fire in exhaustion.
It will take most of the night for the curse to run its course and he will sit in the silence of his room, relishing the pain he had asked for in the first place. He should not enjoy this like he does, but he knows when the time comes again he will challenge the dog once more because he’s a glutton for punishment. A punishment he knows he deserves…
TBC>>>>
A/N ENVY is next people, and I believe this will be where it earns it's warning....
He knows it’s coming, can feel the ripple of tension across the room as he sits down awkwardly in the armchair by the fireplace. Sirius Black cannot resist such an opportunity, and will not think twice about kicking Snape while he’s down. The Black’s are not cowards but neither are they noted for their lost opportunities and he knows this.
He is prepared.
This morning’s display is something that will not go unpunished, and in a way he thinks he was asking for it. On a base level he enjoys the verbal sparing between them. Insults, low blows, wild accusations and presumptions remind him of his childhood that without Black might have been boring.
The boy has gone to bed. Mothered and cajoled by his friends into agreeing to an early night for some rest. Not that any amount of sleep will drive away the nightmares they both suffer through night and day. He knows the boy is being protected, shielded from the troubled waters beneath a deceptively calm surface. Squashing down the lump of sympathy lodged in his throat he watches the movement of the other wizard in the room cautiously out of the corner of his eye. Like the dog he is Black circles him like pray. He is ready for the assault however as Black rounds his chair to confront him with an angry snarl.
“You’re leading him on.” He snorts in mild amusement having predicted the very words the mutt now spits at him. The boy has an unrealistic crush, yet he is the one whom they all blame on the golden boy’s bad taste in men. He doesn’t dignify the comment with a response as he notices the room has emptied leaving just he and the flea bitten mongrel alone. “He idolizes you.” If that was not obvious to everyone already then the boy hadn’t been trying hard enough.
“Jealous?” That comment earns him a well-aimed curse. It is childish to exchange silly curses like trading cards but it is an old habit they fall all to easily back into. He shakes the curse easily and glares as the dark haired wizard, whose wand wavers ever so slightly in his clenched fist.
“What hold do you have over him? What curse have you placed on his head?” Accusations and presumptuous conclusions, just as he predicted it hadn’t taken long for the argument to deteriorate. He knows this routine like the scars on the backs of his hands.
“Do you have so little respect for your godson that you’d believe him incapable of shaking anything I could throw at him Black?” He pauses for affect; let’s the petty minded dog process the insult before continuing. “Or are you still irritated the boy enjoys taking it up the arse like his father proffered.” Another curse. This one means business. Rising from the armchair having blocked the curse, he straightens himself above the angry wizard before him. Onyx eyes meet shadowed gray ones in silent challenge. This is what he wants, what the tension all day has been leading to.
“I should have let Remus kill you when I had the chance and rid us all of your odious presence.” With the flick of a wrist the duel begins. Random items flare into flames as curses cut through the air like colored ribbon. He knows that neither of them will win, that although superior to the wizard he fights, he will not push him beyond what he knows he’s capable of. He should not be so fair in war, when he knows there would be no fairness should the roles be reversed. However he cannot help the fact he enjoys this. This restrained, precarious tension that keeps their relationship on familiar ground.
As he watches the other wizard tire, his hair singed in places and smoking in others he weakens his own curses to match. They have both sustained injuries. Both having inflicted injuries upon the other enough to satisfy and placate the strained relationship between them for another few weeks. It is inevitable this will happen again, it is that knowledge that stays his hand as the dog lashes out with a final curse that leaves his already injured arm shredded of skin and fiery with pain. The room lies in a smoldering mess as he leaves clutching his arm to his heaving chest, while the boy’s bedraggled godfather collapses beside the fire in exhaustion.
It will take most of the night for the curse to run its course and he will sit in the silence of his room, relishing the pain he had asked for in the first place. He should not enjoy this like he does, but he knows when the time comes again he will challenge the dog once more because he’s a glutton for punishment. A punishment he knows he deserves…
TBC>>>>
A/N ENVY is next people, and I believe this will be where it earns it's warning....