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The Past Revealed, Part I
TITLE: A Tale of Two Men
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: SB/SS, HP/RW, HG/DM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
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 SPOILEYes 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 Four
The Past Revealed, Part 1 (how Sirius saw it)
Sirius Black was restless. Ever since his miraculous return from beyond the veil, he had not been able to keep still, alternating his time between random prowls about the city of London and in searching through the conglomeration of assorted junk to be found at #12 Grimaud Place.
He had found and rejected a number of family heirlooms - mostly photographs of cousins both close and distant. He barely paid attention to these, for they were not what he sought. He tossed about the discarded items as he rummaged through them, breaking some in the process, in thek ank and lonely confines of the attic. But he did not care.
During his excursions into the city he returned with bottles of amber and golden liquid, which burned his parched throat as he consumed them. Sometimes, frustrated and aching, he assumed his canine form, and it was Padfoot now that roamed about the house, howling and moaning as the mood took him
But at last he found the box, the one he had been searching for, and he smiled to himself as he dragged it downstairs to his spartan bedroom, along with some of his precious liquor, telling Dobby rudely to sod off when the house elf attempted to keep an eye on him as per his instructions. He shut himself up in his bedroom, sitting crosslegged on the floor, blasting Led Zeppelin through the speakers in order to keep the nosy Dobby from spying on him. Ceremoniously he opened the tattered cardboard box, and there it was - there was the holy grail for which he had so assiduously sought.
It was an album, leather bound and red, and it was filled with many memories of Sirius’ life. But mostly it was filled with pictures of the Fab Four - the Marauders, in all their youth and innocence. Well, maybe not innocence. Sirius smiled to himself at the thought, while at the same time a sharp stab of pain pierced his heart. There were his friends - Prongs, Moony and Wormtail. And there he was, the young Padfoot, all hair and legs and teenage cocky. Ah, those had been the days indeed!
As he turned the pages, his mind drifted back to those student days at Hogwarts, to the most intense friends he he had ever been fortunate to know, now all gone except for Lupin, and their relationship was not the same as it once was. Sirius sighed. So much had happened since those days, so very very much..... As quickly as it had entered, he stifled the next thought, refused to allow it access to his mind, returned to those other days, better days, more innocent, simpler days...
...and to an incident which he could not forget, and which he was pretty sure neither could a certain potions master, judging from what had just recently occurred between them.
It was during the spring of their seventh year. Oh how cocky and proud they had all been, the cocks of the walk, admired wherever they went at Hogwarts, the apples of all the girls’ eyes, the envy of the other young men. They could do no wrong, and nothing could ever go wrong for them. Especially Sirius, who was careless with the thoughtlessness of youth.
The four friends met on a regular basis beneath the Whomping Willow. They would assume their animagus forms, secretly of course for this transformation was strictly forbidden except to registered users, and they would cavort and romp together in high spirited games. One particular night as they raced one another about the grounds, Sirius caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, but he said nothing to the others. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that he had seen that surly fellow, that Severus Snape, spying upon them, up to no good no doubt, and looking for an excuse to tattle to the headmaster. Or was it more than that?
James and Sirius and Peter and Remus had made a ritual out of tormenting the sallow, greasy-haired youth for their own amusement, and he had responded with angry threats, nothing substantive. However, sometimes Sirius thought he caught a glimpse of something in the youth’s dark mien and flashing eye, something he couldn’t quite place. If Snape had been a girl, he would have put it down to desire.
Now he decided that he would have some fun with the fellow, perhaps teach him a lesson, one of his own devising. As they all headed back to their beds in Gryffindor, he walked with him, until at the last minute he feigned a reason foring ing to gck tck to the Whomping Willow, claiming that he had forgotten something. James offered to accompany him, but Sirius merely laughed and shooed him off to bed, before he stealthily made his way bacain,ain, back to where he thought he had last seen Snape.
Sure enough, there the surly fellow was, looking pleased with himself, skulking in the grass, as if he had some terrific story to tattle, as indeed he had. Thinking quickly, Sirius assumed the form of a large black dog, and very quietly eased himself up behind Snape. Then he began to breathe heavily on the other’s neck, while drooling.
Snape jumped up as if he had been shot, and when he saw the large dark canine, it looked as if his heart had jumped into his throat. He fell back upon the grass, his long legs tangling up in his black robes, robbing him of the power to flee. Sirius growled at him menacingly, in a low commanding tone. Severus threw up one arm protectively, his pale face even paler than usual.
“Go away with you,” he threatened, in a less than convincing voice, “go on now, get out of here.”
Sirius only advanced further. He was enjoying the feeling of dominance over the would-be stoolpigeon, the look of fear which engulfed the other boy. And then an idea began to come to life in Sirius’ mind, and he decided to act on his instinct.
Using his muzzle, he pushed up Severus’ robes until they bunched up about the boy’s thin waist. Beneath his robes, Snape’s pants were black and thin, worn in places and threadbare in others. Snape tried to push back, to get his legs to take him away from this menacing canine, but to no avail, as Sirius growled again. He pushed his nose down onto the other’s crotch. He could fairly smell the fear which emanated from him, it was so palpable. But there was something else, something which he recognized.....
... the scent of lust...
He breathed hard on the v-area of Snape’s pants and was rewarded to see a definite reaction. Bingo! Emboldened, he nuzzled his genitals, feeling their hardness, enjoying the terror which filled the air. He reached up and catching hold of the zipper within the dog’s powerful teeth, he began to pull it down.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a terrified Snape gasped, unable to comprehend what was happening to him, or how this huge dog could be doing this. Sirius paid him no heed, pulling on the zipper until it broke, and Severus’ rockhard cock was released from its imprisonment.
Howling with his success, Sirius raised his head briefly to the night sky, before returning his attention to Severus Snape. He seemed to have neither the ability to think nor to move, and lay passively, watching the dog. Sirius leaned back down, and reaching out his great big dog tongue, licked at Snape’s penis, which brought an involuntary moan from the boy.
Filled with power, Sirius continued to lick and nuzzle his foe’s genitals, eliciting further groans and moans from the object of his newborn erotic fancies. But this wasn’t satisfactory to Padfoot, he wanted more. And he wanted it now.
Menacingly, he nuzzled Snape in such a way as to indicate that he was to roll over. The terrified student did as he was bidden, not stopping to wonder at such direction, nor as to why he understood what he was meant to do. He flopped heavily down upon his hands and knees, internally invoking all the powers at his command to survive what was happening to him, too terrified to even think of the slightest incantation - caught like a deer in the headlights who can’t help but watch its impending doom.
Sirius resumed his human form, for he needed his hands now, and he worked quickly, pulling down the future potions master’s pants until they sagged about his ankles, pulling down his own pants in the process to release his own hardened shaft. He was working on instinct now, and couldn’t stop himself. He rubbed himself against Snape’s ass, felt the desire in the other’s movements, heard it in his voice, in the way he ground himself back. Sirius was so hard now he felt as if he would explode. He softly uttered a lubricating spell as he thrust himself into Snape’s tight, dark ass. He gasped at the wonder of it, for he had only been with women before. This was different - this was wonderful - this was totally awesome! He grasped the wiggling ass and continued to thrust, howling Padfootlike into the moon, as he felt Snape shiver in his grasp.
In and out, in and out, he ground himself in. He felt the response in Snape, knew that he was not wrong in thinking he enjoyed it. Sirius had never felt so powerful as he did this very minute, and he reveled in it to the hilt, so to speak. Paroxysms of pleasure flooded his being, and suddenly he found himself locked in the midst of a giant orgasm, the like of which he had never experienced before. It shook them both with the intensity of an earthquake, even as Snape reached his own climax, and they fell together upon the grass.
It was several minutes before Snape dared to roll over enough to see what had happened to him, and when he caught his first glimpse of Sirius, his mouth opened in outrage and shock. Sirius was smiling, a great nasty smile, full of confidence.
“What have you done, Black?” Snape gasped.
“Nothing you didn’t want me to,” was the reply.
Snape sputtered impotently for several minutes, and his eyes grew hard as he gazed upon his ravager, even as he ached to feel more of the same, but he refused to let it show. “I will never forgive you for this, Sirius Black,” he growled, “you have just made an enemy for life.”
“Is that what you think?” Sirius rose negligently from the ground, zipping himself up, even as he exposed himself for good measure to Severus, saw the leap of desire in the other boy’s eyes. Sirius was ever confident in his own sexuality, and he was certainly not afraid of Severus Snape. And he smugly ambled away to his waiting bed and his waiting friends in Gryffindor.
Although they had not been friends before this, far from it, Severus Snape had become the implacable enemy of the Marauders after this, but most especially of Sirius Black.
Sirius stirred himself from his memories. Was it really that long ago? It didn’t seem possible. Now James and Peter were gone, and things were just not the same... Sirius sighed at the thought. And yet, in some ways they were just the same, as evidenced by his encounter with the angry potions master.
Sirius was sure that he had not heard the last of Mr. Severus Snape, and he welcomed the chance to go up against him once again!
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I would appreciate any and all comments and/or criticisms. I am new to this type of fanfic and could use the input. Please post or reply privately to my email address. Thanks!
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: SB/SS, HP/RW, HG/DM
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
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 SPOILEYes 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 Four
The Past Revealed, Part 1 (how Sirius saw it)
Sirius Black was restless. Ever since his miraculous return from beyond the veil, he had not been able to keep still, alternating his time between random prowls about the city of London and in searching through the conglomeration of assorted junk to be found at #12 Grimaud Place.
He had found and rejected a number of family heirlooms - mostly photographs of cousins both close and distant. He barely paid attention to these, for they were not what he sought. He tossed about the discarded items as he rummaged through them, breaking some in the process, in thek ank and lonely confines of the attic. But he did not care.
During his excursions into the city he returned with bottles of amber and golden liquid, which burned his parched throat as he consumed them. Sometimes, frustrated and aching, he assumed his canine form, and it was Padfoot now that roamed about the house, howling and moaning as the mood took him
But at last he found the box, the one he had been searching for, and he smiled to himself as he dragged it downstairs to his spartan bedroom, along with some of his precious liquor, telling Dobby rudely to sod off when the house elf attempted to keep an eye on him as per his instructions. He shut himself up in his bedroom, sitting crosslegged on the floor, blasting Led Zeppelin through the speakers in order to keep the nosy Dobby from spying on him. Ceremoniously he opened the tattered cardboard box, and there it was - there was the holy grail for which he had so assiduously sought.
It was an album, leather bound and red, and it was filled with many memories of Sirius’ life. But mostly it was filled with pictures of the Fab Four - the Marauders, in all their youth and innocence. Well, maybe not innocence. Sirius smiled to himself at the thought, while at the same time a sharp stab of pain pierced his heart. There were his friends - Prongs, Moony and Wormtail. And there he was, the young Padfoot, all hair and legs and teenage cocky. Ah, those had been the days indeed!
As he turned the pages, his mind drifted back to those student days at Hogwarts, to the most intense friends he he had ever been fortunate to know, now all gone except for Lupin, and their relationship was not the same as it once was. Sirius sighed. So much had happened since those days, so very very much..... As quickly as it had entered, he stifled the next thought, refused to allow it access to his mind, returned to those other days, better days, more innocent, simpler days...
...and to an incident which he could not forget, and which he was pretty sure neither could a certain potions master, judging from what had just recently occurred between them.
It was during the spring of their seventh year. Oh how cocky and proud they had all been, the cocks of the walk, admired wherever they went at Hogwarts, the apples of all the girls’ eyes, the envy of the other young men. They could do no wrong, and nothing could ever go wrong for them. Especially Sirius, who was careless with the thoughtlessness of youth.
The four friends met on a regular basis beneath the Whomping Willow. They would assume their animagus forms, secretly of course for this transformation was strictly forbidden except to registered users, and they would cavort and romp together in high spirited games. One particular night as they raced one another about the grounds, Sirius caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, but he said nothing to the others. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that he had seen that surly fellow, that Severus Snape, spying upon them, up to no good no doubt, and looking for an excuse to tattle to the headmaster. Or was it more than that?
James and Sirius and Peter and Remus had made a ritual out of tormenting the sallow, greasy-haired youth for their own amusement, and he had responded with angry threats, nothing substantive. However, sometimes Sirius thought he caught a glimpse of something in the youth’s dark mien and flashing eye, something he couldn’t quite place. If Snape had been a girl, he would have put it down to desire.
Now he decided that he would have some fun with the fellow, perhaps teach him a lesson, one of his own devising. As they all headed back to their beds in Gryffindor, he walked with him, until at the last minute he feigned a reason foring ing to gck tck to the Whomping Willow, claiming that he had forgotten something. James offered to accompany him, but Sirius merely laughed and shooed him off to bed, before he stealthily made his way bacain,ain, back to where he thought he had last seen Snape.
Sure enough, there the surly fellow was, looking pleased with himself, skulking in the grass, as if he had some terrific story to tattle, as indeed he had. Thinking quickly, Sirius assumed the form of a large black dog, and very quietly eased himself up behind Snape. Then he began to breathe heavily on the other’s neck, while drooling.
Snape jumped up as if he had been shot, and when he saw the large dark canine, it looked as if his heart had jumped into his throat. He fell back upon the grass, his long legs tangling up in his black robes, robbing him of the power to flee. Sirius growled at him menacingly, in a low commanding tone. Severus threw up one arm protectively, his pale face even paler than usual.
“Go away with you,” he threatened, in a less than convincing voice, “go on now, get out of here.”
Sirius only advanced further. He was enjoying the feeling of dominance over the would-be stoolpigeon, the look of fear which engulfed the other boy. And then an idea began to come to life in Sirius’ mind, and he decided to act on his instinct.
Using his muzzle, he pushed up Severus’ robes until they bunched up about the boy’s thin waist. Beneath his robes, Snape’s pants were black and thin, worn in places and threadbare in others. Snape tried to push back, to get his legs to take him away from this menacing canine, but to no avail, as Sirius growled again. He pushed his nose down onto the other’s crotch. He could fairly smell the fear which emanated from him, it was so palpable. But there was something else, something which he recognized.....
... the scent of lust...
He breathed hard on the v-area of Snape’s pants and was rewarded to see a definite reaction. Bingo! Emboldened, he nuzzled his genitals, feeling their hardness, enjoying the terror which filled the air. He reached up and catching hold of the zipper within the dog’s powerful teeth, he began to pull it down.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a terrified Snape gasped, unable to comprehend what was happening to him, or how this huge dog could be doing this. Sirius paid him no heed, pulling on the zipper until it broke, and Severus’ rockhard cock was released from its imprisonment.
Howling with his success, Sirius raised his head briefly to the night sky, before returning his attention to Severus Snape. He seemed to have neither the ability to think nor to move, and lay passively, watching the dog. Sirius leaned back down, and reaching out his great big dog tongue, licked at Snape’s penis, which brought an involuntary moan from the boy.
Filled with power, Sirius continued to lick and nuzzle his foe’s genitals, eliciting further groans and moans from the object of his newborn erotic fancies. But this wasn’t satisfactory to Padfoot, he wanted more. And he wanted it now.
Menacingly, he nuzzled Snape in such a way as to indicate that he was to roll over. The terrified student did as he was bidden, not stopping to wonder at such direction, nor as to why he understood what he was meant to do. He flopped heavily down upon his hands and knees, internally invoking all the powers at his command to survive what was happening to him, too terrified to even think of the slightest incantation - caught like a deer in the headlights who can’t help but watch its impending doom.
Sirius resumed his human form, for he needed his hands now, and he worked quickly, pulling down the future potions master’s pants until they sagged about his ankles, pulling down his own pants in the process to release his own hardened shaft. He was working on instinct now, and couldn’t stop himself. He rubbed himself against Snape’s ass, felt the desire in the other’s movements, heard it in his voice, in the way he ground himself back. Sirius was so hard now he felt as if he would explode. He softly uttered a lubricating spell as he thrust himself into Snape’s tight, dark ass. He gasped at the wonder of it, for he had only been with women before. This was different - this was wonderful - this was totally awesome! He grasped the wiggling ass and continued to thrust, howling Padfootlike into the moon, as he felt Snape shiver in his grasp.
In and out, in and out, he ground himself in. He felt the response in Snape, knew that he was not wrong in thinking he enjoyed it. Sirius had never felt so powerful as he did this very minute, and he reveled in it to the hilt, so to speak. Paroxysms of pleasure flooded his being, and suddenly he found himself locked in the midst of a giant orgasm, the like of which he had never experienced before. It shook them both with the intensity of an earthquake, even as Snape reached his own climax, and they fell together upon the grass.
It was several minutes before Snape dared to roll over enough to see what had happened to him, and when he caught his first glimpse of Sirius, his mouth opened in outrage and shock. Sirius was smiling, a great nasty smile, full of confidence.
“What have you done, Black?” Snape gasped.
“Nothing you didn’t want me to,” was the reply.
Snape sputtered impotently for several minutes, and his eyes grew hard as he gazed upon his ravager, even as he ached to feel more of the same, but he refused to let it show. “I will never forgive you for this, Sirius Black,” he growled, “you have just made an enemy for life.”
“Is that what you think?” Sirius rose negligently from the ground, zipping himself up, even as he exposed himself for good measure to Severus, saw the leap of desire in the other boy’s eyes. Sirius was ever confident in his own sexuality, and he was certainly not afraid of Severus Snape. And he smugly ambled away to his waiting bed and his waiting friends in Gryffindor.
Although they had not been friends before this, far from it, Severus Snape had become the implacable enemy of the Marauders after this, but most especially of Sirius Black.
Sirius stirred himself from his memories. Was it really that long ago? It didn’t seem possible. Now James and Peter were gone, and things were just not the same... Sirius sighed at the thought. And yet, in some ways they were just the same, as evidenced by his encounter with the angry potions master.
Sirius was sure that he had not heard the last of Mr. Severus Snape, and he welcomed the chance to go up against him once again!
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I would appreciate any and all comments and/or criticisms. I am new to this type of fanfic and could use the input. Please post or reply privately to my email address. Thanks!