The Taste of Revenge

Pairing: Overall - L. Malfoy/S. Snape; in this chapter - L. Malfoy/S. Snape with S. Black watching
Summary: Sirius doesn\'t like it when Lucius spends more time with Severus than with him... Hurt feelings can lead to bitterness, in some people that in turn leads to revenge. And a scorned lover is sure to harbour some vengeful thoughts.
Warnings: Overall - Rough sex, some chapters contains coersion, and some kink. Angst. This chapter: Voyeurism.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended. I play with them in my head and for fun; not earning money from sharing it with fanfic readers.


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The Taste of Revenge – Chapter 8

Sirius stealthily moved around to the back of the big manor. He hadn\'t lost the sneakiness he\'d developed together with his friend James, moving about the corridors and hallways of Hogwarts at night while they were in school. James spent most of his time these days with Lily, even if they were all friends, and Sirius was always welcome to join them. There were some days though, that he just couldn\'t, when he felt too acutely the loneliness in his own life. Oh, there were some pretty girls and some pretty boys that he had some fun with, but they were just substitutes, and none of them had what he wanted. None of them were Lucius Malfoy.

James and Lily were talking about getting married, and Sirius didn\'t want to get in their way, so he was now looking for his own place to live. After he\'d stopped having much contact with his own family, Sirius had lived with James and his parents during the holidays, and after they left school as well. He\'d liked it, he\'d felt almost like a son in the family, and James\' parents had been very nice to him. But it was time to move on... and yet, he couldn\'t quite do that.

The last rays of the sun cast long shadows over the well-kept lawn; the trees and bushes made patterns that quickly grew more formless and harder to see. Sirius remembered the few times when he\'d walked through the garden with Lucius, usually to some secluded place where Lucius could bend him over and take him, hard. There had been one spot that had seemed to be Lucius\' favourite – out of sight from the house, yet still close enough that one had to make sure not to make too much noise unless someone come investigate. It was to that place that Sirius made his way.

He\'d seen Lucius leave the house while he\'d been watching the Manor. He\'d seen him leave... with someone. Lucius had been easily recognisable by the long, blond hair, but his companion had been obscured from Sirius\' view. He had to admit to himself that he hadn\'t paid as much attention to the other person, being a bit too busy with lusting over Lucius again. However, he could make a guess as to the identity of this person, and as he followed them at a distance his certainty grew. It could only be Severus Snape. And they were heading for the large oak.

Sirius halted, no longer sure he wanted to follow them further, his mind full of images of what Lucius had done to him there. Then that old jealousy stirred in him again. Would Lucius do those things to Snape as well? Was that why they were going there, so that Lucius could fuck Snivellus senseless? It was his place! Their place, Lucius\' and his! Would Lucius really take Snape there, despite the times that Sirius had spent together with him there? Didn\'t that mean anything to Malfoy?

Anger and jealousy pulled Sirius forward, quietly moving between the trees that were closer together in this part of the garden. When he was close enough to see Lucius and Snape, he hid behind a tree, and watched them. He had to know. Had to know just how Lucius could prefer the greasy git to him. It should be impossible... and yet, the two had apparently kept seeing each other for years now. What did Snape have that Sirius didn\'t?

He watched the two young men kiss – slow kisses, but the passion between them grew, and the kisses became hungrier and were soon accompanied by small moans. Lucius began undressing Snape, still kissing him, and as clothes came open, the aristocrat\'s pale fingers caressed the revealed skin. Sirius watched as the lovers undressed each other, hating every second of it, but somehow unable to stop looking, unable to move away.

There were heated whispers, and Snape went down on his knees before Lucius, taking the hard cock in his hand, and soon as well, into his mouth. It was beautiful to see Lucius\' reaction. The man stood straight, his hands resting lightly on Snape\'s shoulders, and then, as Snape took him all the way into his mouth and his throat (Sirius knew how deep that cock reached and was secretly impressed with Snape\'s ability to take it all) Lucius tilted his head back. The pale rays of the rising moon played in the long hair that cascaded down his back, and the deep moan that issued from Lucius\' throat went straight to Sirius\' cock.

Sirius was not unaffected by what he was seeing. He was already hard, his cock throbbing with need, but he didn\'t want to acknowledge that the sight turned him on. When Lucius pulled Snape to his feet again, and turned him around to lean against the trunk of the oak, Sirius found it increasingly difficult to ignore his erection. It was too insistent, pressing against the fabric of his trousers, and he had to stop himself from rubbing against the tree he was hiding behind.

He was slightly taken aback, when he realised that Lucius just pushed inside his lover after coating his cock some lubricant, without preparing Snape at all. Was the ugly boy then so used to taking Lucius up his arse that he didn\'t need the preparation, or did he enjoy the pain? Was that at all possible? Even with preparation, it had hurt Sirius when Lucius fucked him... then again, Lucius hadn\'t taken him that slowly, that sensually, had he?

Snape moaned and pushed back against Lucius, as if he was eager to get all of him inside, as quickly as possible, and the air was soon filled with heavy breathing, sighs and deep moans. Sirius wasn\'t conscious of his hand moving down to rub over his crotch, but it was soon too much for him to withstand, and he unzipped his trousers carefully and wrapped his fingers around his weeping cock. He was stroking himself in the same pace as Lucius fucked Snape, and had to bite his lip not to make any sounds. Getting caught now was not an option; he\'d never hear the end of it.

Sirius continued to watch as the two naked bodies moved in unison, the moonlight reflecting in the moisture coating their backs. Lucius had increased the pace, one hand gripping Snape\'s hip, the other grabbing his shoulder from underneath making him lean over his lover\'s body. Every kiss that Lucius placed on Snape\'s back, neck and shoulder stabbed at the wound in Sirius\' pride. The dark-haired man wasn\'t anywhere close to good looking! Still, Lucius would rather fuck him than Sirius. Nothing that Sirius had said or done had helped him get his old lover back, Lucius had continued to be cold toward him ever since he\'d lured Snape into the Shrieking Shack.

He moved his hand faster over his cock, his balls almost aching from the need for release. Lucius and Snape seemed to take forever to reach climax. How could they keep this up? The way Snape sounded, Lucius was surely pounding over his prostate with every cruel thrust, and Lucius himself had a look of intense concentration on his face. They were holding back then, drawing it out as long as possible. It was uncanny how they moved together, so familiar with the other\'s lust and passion and needs, that when Lucius looked to be close to coming, Snape stopped moving against him for a little while, Lucius growling in frustration. Then they continued again, at a different pace... And when Snape was too close to coming, Lucius gripped his hips with both hands, and held the young man still.

If Sirius had dared, he would have groaned in frustration many times, as he had to stop touching himself on several occasions, or he would have come long before they did. Finally though, the two lovers couldn\'t stop themselves any longer, and their passion took over. Lucius pounded hard into Snape who was bracing himself against the broad tree trunk, his head thrown back and mouth slightly open to draw in air in short, panting breaths. Sirius increased the force of his strokes, and when Lucius reached around Snape to grab his cock, Sirius was panting as well.

He loved seeing Lucius like this, for the first time actually able to see just how beautiful he was while fucking, and he loved hearing him come again. That deep, throaty growl sent a shiver down his spine, and the combination with his own teasing hand made it impossible for Sirius to hold back any longer. When he watched Snape slowly straighten up and then lean back against Lucius, the blond man\'s arms wrapped tightly around him, Sirius felt a bitter taste in his mouth. This wasn\'t right. Or rather, it was right. Lucius and Snape looked perfect for each other, and that was the horrible thing. Sirius realised that he would never get Lucius back; the place that he\'d once filled in the aristocrat\'s life wasn\'t there anymore. Lucius had found something else, and it looked remarkably close to ... love?

No, Snape would not be the one to share those feelings with Lucius. The snivelling, greasy, hook-nosed, ugly young man didn\'t deserve Lucius. Lucius was too good for someone like that, and Sirius would make sure that Snape knew that. Even if Lucius wouldn\'t take him back, Sirius would destroy Snape\'s happiness. He didn\'t deserve to be happy with Lucius when Sirius had no one. And if Sirius couldn\'t have Lucius, then neither would Snape.

As Lucius and Severus sank down onto the grass, still holding each other, Sirius carefully drew back. He turned his back on the sight of the two embracing lovers and made his way trough the lush and moonlit garden, back to the road and out of earshot so he could apparate home.