A Tale of Two Men

TITLE: A Tale of Two Men

Author: Lady Sirius

Pairing: HP/RW

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 Eight

The Past Relived (“...and the walls... come tumblin’ down”)

In later years, when the story was retold (often in private, but just as often to an interested audience), Severus Snape would loudly deny that he had fainted. It was his claim that the ropes which bound him cut off his circulation to the point where he became lightheaded and dizzy and incapable of responding to his situation in the manner in which he was more than capable. But then Sirius would cock his beautiful head and look at him in his own imitable fashion, his dark eyes flashing bemusedly, and Severus would find himself helpless once again.

Regardless of the cause, Severus Snape came back to consciousness to find that things had most definitely changed while his lights had been out - and only time would tell if for the better or not. He wasn’t sure just where he was, but he suspected that it was a secret room within Hogwarts (there seemed to be an abundance of those). Burning candles decorated every inch of available space, while the scent of opium incense hung heavy in the air. Snape lay spreadeagled upon a large bed, his hands and feet tied securely to the bedposts. And he was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit - a pink fuzzy bra with cutouts where the breasts should have protruded, and matching crotchless panties. About his neck hung a pink boa, while on his feet were pink high heels.

Snape goggled at the sight of himself in this absurd garb. He struggled with all his strength against his bonds, but to no avail. He tried to charm them off, but found that they had already had a countercharm applied which prevented his from working.

“Curse you, Black,” he muttered to himself, “when I get hold of you, and I promise you that I shall, the things that I shall do to you...” But the thought remained unfinished, for he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see a grinning Sirius Black holding a camera which was aimed at Snape.

“Wonderful things, these muggle artifacts, at least some of them.” Sirius had doffed his wizard robe and was clad in a pair of tightfitting jeans which clung to his muscular legs and hid nothing. Snape found himself staring at the other man’s bulging crotch, and forced himself to look away. Sirius was also barefoot, and wore a tight t-shirt which bore the legend ‘I’m With Stupid’ and an arrow which pointed toward Snape.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Snape snarled.

“Taking your picture, of course.” Sirius aimed the camera and shot off several quick pictures. “I have a number of photographs in my private collection. I think you will make a fine addition, don’t you think?” He smiled charmingly at Snape as he spoke.

“So what do you intend to do me now, now that you’ve got me trussed up like some kind of muggle Thanksgiving offering? What is on your beady little mind?”

Sirius seemed to consider Snape’s words very carefully. He struck a thoughtful pose, thumb and forefinger pressed against his face. “Hmmm? Good question indeed. What do I have in mind? What DO I have in mind? I would say in all likelihood the very same thing that you do, my dear Severus,” and he looked pointedly toward the crotchless panties, where the tale was obvious for all to see. Snape blushed hotly at the unspoken implication.

Sirius languidly approached the bed, his movements slow and sultry, to Snape’s great discomfort and delight. ‘By the gods,’ he thought to himself, ‘this man is too beautiful for words’.

With a wave of his wand, the pretty pink outfit disappeared, and Snape found himself garbed in a deep red corset with black trim, long black fishnets, and matching long satin gloves. Turning the wand on himself, Sirius was quickly attired in the same fashion, along with blue eyeshadow and black mascara. The wild wizard was even more beautiful than before, and Snape caught his breath in a gasp.

“You know, Severus,” Sirius continued, “I think that the real reason that you have acted as if you hated me all these years is that deep inside of you, within the innermost reaches of your snapey little heart, you wanted me to come back and do to you again what I did to you all those years ago. To continue our little relationship, perhaps carry it to new heights, as well as new depths.” He grinned naughtily.

He stood beside Snape’s head now, looking down at him, openly admiring the fine physique which the other man kept covered at all times and which he had never seen in daylight. Snape mworkwork out, he decided, he was lean and hard and delectable looking. “I think you were jealous because I had other lovers, all kinds of lovers, male and female, but I never approached you again, and that is why you have hated me all these years. Admit it, Severus, you don’t really hate me, do you? You have feelings for me, don’t you? Deep feelings.” As he spoke, he lowered his head slowly, tantalizingly, until his mouth hovered just above Snape’s and Snape could feel his warm breath upon his lips as he spoke.

“Admit it, Severus,” Sirius whispered hoarsely, “admit that you want me more than you’ve ever wanted anyone else...”

“Merlin, yes,” Snape closed his eyes and sighed, glad to release the knowledge at long last, release the pentup emotions which tortured him so.

Without further ado, Sirius leaned into Severus, and their lips met in a kiss which sent an electric jolt through the two men. Sirius’ lips parted as he pressed them onto the other man’s lips, and he was surprised at how soft and delightful Severus felt to him. He had never had a kiss quite like this one. His lips were tingling as he caught up Severus’ lower lips between his own and nibbled at them as if they were a rare delicacy - which apparently they were. The potions master responded with an equal passion of his own, wishing that his arms were free, for he wanted to run his fingers through that long dark hair which cascaded down upon him, touch that gorgeous face, and touch..... well, other things, let us say.

Sirius snaked his tongue into Snape’s mouth, and was met by Snape’s own appendage. The two tongues wrestled passionately and Sirius had to control himself from climbing on top of Snape there and then. He pulled back, breathless, and knew without looking that he had a killer hardon, duplicated by Snape. ‘Calm down,’ he told himself. ‘No sense in going too fast.’

He pulled up a lightweight chair to the bedside and seated himself crosslegged in it. “That was awesome,” he said, breathing heavily, and Snape could not deny that he felt much the same way.

Sirius looked at Snape intently for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, as well as his breath. “You know,” he began, “that I never really intended for what happened that night to happen between us.”

“You didn’t? It certainly didn’t seem that way to me,” Severus replied.

“All I really meant to do was to scare you, to teach you a little lesson about spying on me and my friends. We knew that you knew our secret, and that you would go hotfooting it back to Dumbledore if I didn’t do something.”

“True, true,” Snape admitted warily.

“And then, once I got started, something happened - something clicked inside of me, and I found myself wanting to go on, to do more. I think it was the scent of your unbridled lust. You know that dogs have a keen sense of smell. I could smell your desire for me, and it turned me on. So I just did what seemed to come naturally.”

“Do you think it’s natural for a dog to rape a man?” Snape cried out petulantly.

“It wasn’t really rape,” Sirius said, “because I knew you really wanted it, and besides, that wasn’t Padfoot that thrust himself into your beautiful ass, that was me. I had already returned to human form before I entered you, because I wanted to feel you as a man, not a dog.”

“I see,” Snape replied evenly. “I guess one should be grateful for small favours.”

Sirius contemplated Snape, his fingers steepled against his face. “You know, it’s not as if you haven’t had your share of male lovers in your life,” he continued, “it wasn’t as if I were the only one...”

“You were the first,” Snape said softly. “I was a virgin, in every way.”

“I see.” Sirius tapped his fingers thoughtfully against his face. “Afterwards, there were others, though. I know a few of their names, even though they tried to be discreet. How could you expect my own Remus not to tell me the truth?” He smiled playfully at Snape. “I didn’t care, I wasn’t jealous, ict Ict I was quite delighted. And yet you kept on hating me. Why is that, Severus?”

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and gazed candidly at Sirius. “Because I didn’t want to admit to myself that I wanted you. I hated you because you were the darling of Hogwarts, the golden boy that could do no wrong, and even when he did wrong, he got away with it. Everyone’s favourite, everyone’s desire. You strutted about the school as if you owned it, preened for everyone, a veritable sex god. And when you looked at me, there was nothing, like I didn’t even exist. I was just that obnoxious git whom you and your friends made fun of. Even Lupin didn’t care about me, you always came first to him, even after we had sex he would rush right back to YOU. If only you had noticed me, perhaps then....” he paused, turned his head away, “maybe then things would have worked out differently.”

Sirius placed one slender hand against Severus’ head, turned it toward him. “Well, love,” he said, “perhaps we should remedy that here today.” And he reached down for another long, lingering soulstopping kiss.

When they came up for air, Sirius murmured an incantation, and suddenly they were both naked and gazing hungrily at one another. “By the gods,” they each breathed, liking what they saw.

“Why don’t you untie me, so we can do this properly?” Snape asked breathily.

“Silly boy!” Sirius flicked his finger at the tip of Snape’s proboscis playfully. “Because I like you where you are, and because I intend to have fun with you!” He went to a nearby table, and produced some items from a drawer within it.

“What do you have in mind?” Severus asked, not sure if he should feel alarmed or excited.

“You’ll see,” Sirius hummed as he went about his business.

Severus watched with trepidation as Sirius placed small clamps upon his nipples, licking the nubs and squeezing them briefly as he did so, which caused them to harden pleasurably. About Snape’s neck, he placed a spiked collar. And about his penis he placed a large cock ring. Snape gasped in pleasure.

On impulse, Sirius ran his hand up Snape’ shaft. Snape shivered in delight. “Your touch, it feels so goo-ood,” he moaned softly. “I could just eat you up.”

“Not from this position you can’t, but I ca-an,” he answered in a singsong cadence, just before he placed his lips on Severus’ cock and began to lick it, tasting andkingking, taking his time to enjoy all the sensations which coursed through his veins at the feel of his cock in his mouth. He climbed up on the bed, positioning himself between Snape’s legs for better access, never losing a step or missing a beat. Snape’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, and his mouth was a round o of pleasure.

Sirius had always enjoyed oral sex, and his lovers had proudly attested to the fact that he was exceptionally good at giving head, but this was even better than usual. Severus tasted a bit salty, and yet fleshy, and the smell of his penis was arousing in and of itself. Sirius took his balls into his mouth, rolling them about against his palate, and humming into them softly, which caused groans of delight from his ‘victim’. He took the shaft back inside his mouth and could taste a little bit of precum which was oozing from the delightful slit at the tip, so regretfully he backed off, sitting up, breathing hard.

“Don’t want to end it now,” he said. “I want this to last, something we’ll remember forever.”

He stretched himself out between Snape’s legs, positioning himself so that his ass was flush against Snape’s, and their erections came into contact with one another. He begun to rub himself against the other man, grinding into his pelvis, and Severus had never felt anything so wonderful. “I want you inside of me!” he moaned, and Sirius merely smiled.

Rolling on one side, Sirius began to stroke one long lean leg, caressing and massaging the muscles. His hand went down the length of his thigh, skimmed the penis area, and then began again on the other leg, down that thigh and on to the calf. Snape fairly quivered with anticipation. Sirius ended his journey at the foot, and he licked the top of it before reaching out for the toes. These he took one at a time into his mouth, sucking each one lustily. Snape hadn’t realized how pleasurable this could be.

Sirius rose from the bed, approached the table once again and returned with a glass bottle in his hand. Snape could see that it was some type of muggle drink, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Amaretto diSaronno,” Sirius explained, “it’s what the muggles call an almond liqueur. Ever tried it?”

“No, I usually prefer wine myself.”

“You’ll like it.” Sirius poured from the bottle straight into his mouth until hd a d a small mouthful, then placed the bottle on the floor, and neared Snaped again. He bent over until his lips were above the other man’s and pantomimed for him to open his mouth. Snape wasn’t sure what he intended to happen, when Sirius pressed his mouth against Snape’s open mouth and began to dribble the liquid into it. It was really very nice, he decided, with a pleasant taste, and they traded the amaretto back and forth as they kissed, until at last Sirius pulled back, the almond liqueur in his own mouth, and moved down on the bed until once again he was by Snape’s cock, and he took it into his mouth as well.

Severus was surprised at the tingling sensation that engulfed him at the touch of the liquor on his shaft. It didn’t burn, far from it, it was rather enervating, as Sirius swirled his tongue and the amaretto about him. As Sirius began to swallow the liquid, the suction pulled on his cock, and Severus thought that surely he had died, for this was heaven!

“Yes, yes, yes, Sirius!” he moaned, “lick me, suck me, take me all in, I’m yours, yo-URS, YOURS!”

Sirius stopped once again before things could go too far, and returned to stand by Snape’s head.

“Merlin, you’re killing me, man!” Snape moaned. “I want to touch you so badly!”

“Do you now? Is that a fact?” Sirius teased. “You mean like this?” And he put his hands upon his own rigid cock, and began to rub it and stroke it, which only enflamed Snape more. He moved his pelvis so that Snape’s face was only inches away from his penis, but too far to reach with his tongue, although the professor did give it a mighty try. He almost tore it from its roots, but to no avail. It was so close and yet so far, just tantalizingly out of reach.

Sirius stood up on tiptoe and just barely brushed his shaft across Snape’s cheek, just enough to let a little precum seep out close enough to Severus’ mouth that he could reach it with his tongue, which he did, greedily.

“More, more, more!” he demanded, but Sirius backed away. All in his own time. After all, he was the dominatrix here.

“Are you hungry, love? I think I can do something about that.” Sirius waved his hand, and a tray appeared with an assortment of items. He took the can of whipped cream and began to shake it, watching Severus all the while in a critical manner. “Hmmm, don’t need a mouthful of hair, I’m thinking,” and he uttered, “Depilitus totum!” and suddenly the only hair which remained on Snape was his long dark mane.

“What the fuck..?” the professor gasped, but quieted down at a look from his lover.

“It’s only temporary,” he explained, “for my convenience. I’ll return it later, and you’ll become your own little hairy self again.” He smiled goodnaturedly at Snape, and how could he stay mad?

Taking the shaken can, he sprayed a little bit into Snape’s open mouth, “just for a little taste”, and the potions master felt the chilled topping slide gently down his throat. Then Sirius aimed the nozzle at Snape’s nipples, decorating each with a small mound of whipped cream, followed by a maraschino cherry. Continuing, he made a line of cream down Snape’s pleasure trail and all about his now bare genitals, pausing only to lick his erect cock, which caused Snape to groan once more. Taking a squeeze bottle, Sirius began to drizzle Snape with chocolate syrup, which fell in dark brown lines which he used to crisscross the whipped cream, until the man resembled an obscene chocolate sundae.

Sirius smacked his lips in anticipation. “Ooh, you certainly look scrumptious enough to eat, Sevi. You don’t mind if I call you that, do you? Well, I shall at any rate, so you will just have to get used to it. And you may call me Siri - that’s what my close friends call me.”

“Siri,” Snape murmured, liking the feel of it in his mouth, “Siri and Sevi.”

Sirius smiled at him, then bent his head to the feast. He swallowed the cherries whole, then took the whipped cream into his mouth, his teeth meeting about Severus’ nipples. He bit them tenderly, as the potions master stiffened beneath him, then relaxed, and Sirius began to suck at them until they stood proudly at attention. He began to lick the whipped cream from Severus’ stomach, moving downwards, downwards, until he reached the center of the sundae - the cock and nuts, so to speak. He rubbed the cream laden penis against his cheeks, smearing himself with chocolate as he did so, licking at it and nibbling at it, until Severus thought he must lose control - he must either cum or die.

Sirius climbed on top of his helpless ‘victim’ and rubbed himself in the gooey mess that covered his lover, grinding his erection into Severus’ and moving up and down on his torso, the chocolate acting as an intoxicating lubricant between them.

“Siri, Siri, please, have pity on me!” Severus begged, straining at his restraints. “I need to touch you, to feel you, to put my arms about you and press you close to me!”

With a single word, Sirius cleaned both of them, and with another he removed the restraints, and Severus found himself free at last. He took Sirius\' head in both his hands and pressed his lips against his, kissing him as if he were a drowning man and Sirius his life preserver. They fell together on the bed, and Severus took advantage of his newfound freedom to touch the other man - his hands roamed about his body, gently, as if getting the lay of the land, exploring this brave new world that he was more than eager to know.

When Sirius made a move to take the dominant position, Severus forestalled him, pushing him back gently onto the bed. “My turn, Black,” he said, as he peppered Sirius’ chest with kisses and licks, exploring every nook and cranny, pressing his large proboscis into the other’s armpit and inhaling the intoxicating aroma, the musky, fertile scent that was Sirius. He sucked at the hollow at the base of his neck, leaving several love bites, then sucked upon the neck itself, like an erotic vampire, travelling upward until he reached the ears. He nibbled on the lobes, and reached his tongue inside, exploring, ever exploring. He even pushed his tongue into Sirius’s quivering nostrils, and across his closed eyes.

Sirius had never been touched quite like this before, and he found himself shaking with a strong emotion, as well as with desire. Severus Snape was doing something to him, something quite different, and he liked it very much! By the Gods, this potions master had more inside of him than he had ever given him credit for. And as suddenly as he realized that, he knew that he didn’t want to share it with anyone else, not even his dearest Remus.

“Sevi, Sevi,” he murmured, “I love the way you touch me, please don’t ever stop.”

Severus brought his face close to Sirius’, his breath warm and smelling faintly of chocolate. “My dear Siri, I don’t intend to,” and he kissed him again, passionately and completely, feeling the other man’s moan rise from deep within his throat. He pulled back finally, and whispered, “There is one thing I feel compelled to do, though, so just relax and enjoy it.”

Severus centered his attention now on Sirius’ wonderfully extraordinary ten inch cock. He had marvelled at its size and the beauty of it when they first became naked, and now he intended to fully deal with it. He kissed it gently, lovingly, letting his long tongue play about the head, pressing it into the slit and tasting it. The texture was velvety smooth, and he noticed that Sirius had performed the same hair removing spell on himself, so there was nothing to interfere with Severus’ pleasure. He had given oral pleasure to men before, but none that was as pleasureable as this to himself. He ached to feel Sirius in his mouth, wishing that he would climax there and he could be filled with his delicious semen.

“Sirius, will you cum in my mouth?” he asked between licks and kisses.

“Not this time, love,” was the disappointing response. “Another time, I promise. This time, I want it to be your luscious ass that receives my bounty.”

Severus was disappointed, but also encouraged, knowing that there would BE another time, that this was not a one-time offer, as he had feared in the back of his mind. Sirius Black did have a certain reputation as a fickle lover, but perhaps something had changed. At least he hoped so.

Swallowing his pride, he took the enormous schlong into his mouth. He found that he had no trouble taking it all in, and Sirius was amazed, for most of his lovers could not achieve that goal. It felt good to him to be inside of Severus’ oral cavity, moist and warm and safe, and he laid back, relishing the experience, while wondering what manner of man this Severus Snape really was, and suddenly sorry for all the torments he had initiated and participated in over the years.

Severus was an expert tonguesman, and he knew how to vary his game so that he never got boring, or was even slightly bored by his activity. His tongue seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled and cascaded about Sirius’ lovely cock. Time seemed to stand still as he worked his way up and down the rigid shaft, and he wished that they could stay like this forever, in a sort of sexual limbo, for all eternity.

A pressure on his arm let him know that Sirius wanted him to stop, lest it go too far, and reluctantly he pulled back with a last lingering kiss on the tip of his cock.

He stretched himself out beside Sirius, and they kissed and cuddled, murmuring sweet nothings in the language of love. Their hands were messengers, reaching out and touching, communicating without words oh so many things... their hard cocks straining against one another in their desire.

“Severus,” Sirius murmured intimately, “do you want me to take you now, to take you back to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when you and I were once one, when we formed an imperfect union of sorts?”

“Yes, please,” Severus breathed heavily, his voice trembling with passion.

Without further ado, Sirius rolled the other man onto his stomach, gazed in awe at the muscular buttocks which presented themselves to his sight, and quickly bent to his task. He licked Severus along his spine, dwelling on the indentation at the base, before continuing lower, his tongue lightly skimming the precious opening, which caused Severus to quiver and moan. Over the perineum he continued, on to where the testicles dangled, and he took them into his mouth and suckled them, swirling them about like a tasty treat which must not be disposed of too quickly.

Returning to the love orifice, he licked all about it before finally inserting his tongue as far as it could go, sweeping about like a sexual radar.

“Merlin, Sirius,” Severus moaned, “oh, Merlin!”

Sirius enjoyed the effect he was having on Severus, reveled in the knowledge that he was considered to be a great lover. But this was even more important than that, and he knew it, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not. A rubicon had been crossed, and things would never be the same again. He had never been so generin hin his relationships before, had often been accused of being a selfish bitch, but this was different... He felt the desire to give to this man, to offer him parts of himself which had never seen the light of day before - a Sirius Black that he hadn’t even known existed.

He enjoyed what he was doing, and threw his whole heart into it, fucking Severus with his tongue as if it were a living dildo. Finally, he withdrew and, licking his forefinger, inserted it carefully, gently, not wanting to go too fast, for he wasn’t sure what the potions master’s experience in this are was. The orifice was tight, and he moved his finger around to stretch the muscles, get them used to this sexual intruder, before adding another digit and pushing further into the interior. He touched the prostate gland, and felt the shudder of delight that consumed Severus Snape.

“When you’re a little more ready for it, I promise to give you more than this,” Sirius whispered, “I’d like to introduce you to a little thing known as fisting, if you’re game.”

“I’m game,” came Severus’ breathless reply.

Sirius found that his own erection was throbbing uncontrollably, and he stroked it gently, willing it to behave. “Severus, tell me how much you want me,” he teased, his fingers continuing their perusal, “and tell me how you want me.”

“Sirius, I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone, ever, in my entire life, and I want your beautiful cock now, this minute, inside my ass, pounding into me, claiming me, marking me as yours. By the gods, man, I want every glorious inch of you fucking me, fucking me hard. Is that what you want to hear?”

“That’s the secret password,” Sirius replied. “Lubricous dickus recepticus,” he intoned, in preparation. His cock was shiny with lubricant, which he used his hand to spread about generously, and he could see that Snape was equally well prepared.

Taking hold of the other man’s hips, Sirius wasted no time in thrusting himself into the welcoming entrance, with a loud fas has his balls slapped against the heated flesh. Snape’s whole body vibrated with the contact, and he began to moan deliriously. “Hold on, baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Sirius breathed.

Sirius was a superb cocksman, as many people would attest, but he had to admit that he was outdoing even himself as he ground himself gloriously into Snape’s ass, thrusting himself harder and harder, pounding him with all his heart and soul. He saw Severus reach down between his , ta, take his hard cock into his hand and begin to fist it, and he got greedy, wanted more of that beautiful tool.

“Roll over,” he commanded Snape, “I want to look at you this time as I fuck you,” and they immediately changed positions, so that they were face to face. Sirius took his penis and reinserted it, but now he could also reach for Snape’s cock. “I want to do this too,” he insisted, and began to jack him off.

Snape’s face was a portrait of ecstasy. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that he would be in this position with Sirius Black of all people, but now it was the most important thing in the world to him. He felt as if he had been given the keys to the kingdom, as if he had been made queen for a day, as if he had won the biggest muggle lottery ever. He watched in fascination as Sirius’ huge cock pushed in and out of his ass with delicious sucking noises. He had never seen this before, as his lovers had always taken him from behind. He felt himself to be a sort of voyeur in his own life, and he enjoyed it. He felt more alive than he had felt in years, and all the enmity and hate melted from his soul, as he saw the precum begin to seep from him, and he knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

But neither could Sirius. His own passion was reaching heights he had never imagined, and he knew that Snape was just about there as well. If he timed it just right..., just the right amount of strokes now, there he had done it...

Sirius and Severus came simultaneously, Snape’s fluid spurting instreams onto his stomach, as well as Sirius’ hand, while Sirius semen surged wholeheartedly into Snape’s ass, drenching the potions master as well as the sheets. They remained locked into position, shuddering violently, as the paroxysms of ecstasy flowed over them, held them hostage temporarily until they had passed. Sirius found himself grateful that he wasn’t Padfoot at the moment, for as a dog he would have had to wait half an hour before they could have disentangled.

At last the orgasms had run their course, and both men collapsed onto the bed together. Sirius reached out for Snape, brought his face close, and tenderly kissed his lips. Snape laid his head on Sirius’ chest and Sirius put his arms about him, stroking his back, kissing the top of his dark head. They laid that way for several minutes, then they looked at one another and smiled. There was no need to express what each was thinking, it was rather obvious - it was totally awesome!

“Sirius...”

“Yes, Severus?”

“Ummm,. I’m sorry about what I did just now...”

“You mean making love to me?” Sirius said, “shocked”.

“No, no, gods no, I didn’t mean that. I meant the things I said about Harry, about Harry and Ron Weasley. You know...”

“Was it true?”

A moment of hesitation. “Yes.”

“Then it’s okay.” Sirius patted him gently. “Harry’s a big boy now, and I can’t exactly say anything to him about his sexual preferences, now can I? Considering what just happened between us, I would say that would be a bit hypocritical.”

Snape laughed, albeit rustily. “Yes, it would, love.”

They lay in silence for several more minutes, before Sirius began to stir. “But, I did promise Harry that I would join him and Ron at that dratted festival, didn’t I? And I wouldn’t want to disappoint my godson.”

Severus said that he understood, and he did, but he was still disappointed, not knowing when he would be able to see Sirius again, much less make love to him. He still had his position at Hogwarts to consider, plus it wasn’t as if Sirius was about the school all that much. He didn’t want him to go, but decided not to make a scene.

They dressed in silence, between kisses and fondling.

“If I had time, I’d show you a thing or two...” Sirius grinned.

“I thought you just did,” Snape replied.

And then they kissed again, a lingering, tender kiss, full of implication and promising everything. Snape left the room first, and Sirius began to tidy up. He watched after his lover for several minutes, long after he could possibly see him, and in his mind he relived what had happened between them with a touch of wonder.

“By the gods,” he muttered to himself, “just what have I gotten myself into?”


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author’s note: Is Sirius having second thoughts? Where will this relationship go? How will Sirius break the news to Harry? Is there a future for Sirius and Severus? If so, how will this affect Severus’ position at Hogwarts? Also, what of Hermione and Draco’s impending nuptials? Stay tuned for further developments - same bat time, same bat channel..... ;D