In the Kitchen
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,042
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In the Kitchen
Title: In the Kitchen
Fandom:Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Raiting: R
Summary:“Even being in the presence of you is better than nothing at all.”
A/N: this was a short sketch that got out of hand...
A rather drunk, dishevelled and scowling figure greeted Sirius Black in the kitchen of his home.
“Oh. It’s you.” He said with out much interest and just the slightest hint of bitterness; and turned his attention back to the paper.
Snape sat opposite him and poured himself another drink with a shaking hand.
He said nothing turning his attention to the straight and rather vicious green spirit in his hand.
“C’mon Snape; what you here for? Or are you just going to draw this out and make every minute as unpleasant as possible for me?” Sirius asked coldly.
Two s ofs of black eyes met with venom and the glass in Snape’s hand shattered and all that remained was brilliant green stain upon his still shaking hand.
“Believe me Black” he spat “As much as I enjoy making every moment of your life as unpleasant as possible – that is not why I am here.”
“Then why are you?” Sirius frowned in curiosity; his eyes drawn by the fragments of glass now littering his floor.
Snape screwed up his eyes in frustration.
“I can’t be alone. I can’t go back to the school. Everything I have witnessed; everything I have done, in the past six hours has made me sick to my stomach.” He spoke the words low and venomously, his eyes glued to the floor. “Even being in the presence of you is better than nothing at all.”
“What did you do?” Sirius looked shocked.
“What did I have to do, you mean? Sirius; I can’t do anything which would compromise my position. Anything that could get me killed. So I must join in their sport.” He sounded bitter and twisted then; his black eyes twinkling with hate.
He took another swig from his bottle.
“Of course; you wouldn’t know about that sitting here…all day…all night…all alone. Feeling sorry for yourself.”
A smirk played upon Snape’s lips.
In an instant Sirius was on his feet and had pinned Snape against the wall; his eyes flashing with anger.
He caught Snape’s sad and tired look; the lines upon his face and he got it.
He was winding him up in order to forget.
An unusual feeling of compassion for the greasy git came over him mixed with something else and before he knew it he had pressed his lips down upon Snape’s.
He tasted of sweet, sickly alcohol and perspiration.
His lips were chapped and coarse; his kisses harsh and desperate.
Sirius’ forced his body closer to Snape’s; causing him to stumble and curse and his bottle to fall to the ground with an almighty clatter.
“Fuck it” he drawled almost to himself and he rounded back on Sirius “There’s other things to do now” he ran his fingers roughly through Sirius’ tangled mass of black hair.
“Only if I let you” Sirius breathed coyly into his ear and almost instantly found himself pushed roughly to the floor.
“That kiss you gave me was an invitation; and it will be followed through with” replied Snape – pinning him to floor. His voice was filled with amusement; his eyes with animal instinct.
He tore at Sirius’ clothes with a feral abandon and a drunken clumsiness which Sirius found both amusing and arousing.
The amusement faded as a bruising assault on the edge of the pain/pleasure barrier began. He nipped at his neck, chest and thighs; each timer harder; each time a little less bearable.
Each time he wanted more.
“Fuck me Severus” Sirius’ breathed out. Something glittered strangely in Snape’s eyes the cruel cold amusement there growing.
And there he was flung over his own kitchen table in the noble and proud house of Black. That house of hatred he had grown up in.
Snape thrust into him; still clothed and in control.
It was fast and brutal, Sirius’ body was peppered with bruises and crescent moon scars.
He had never cum so hard in his life.
Severus Snape adjusted his robes and turned to leave.
“Severus…wait” Sirius called from the kitchen floor, now painfully aware of his nakedness.
“Sirius’” he muttered the name with contempt “Just because we shared a…a moment doesn’t change my feelings towards you.”
“Yeah, well mine neither.” Sirius replied defiantly.
“It wasn’t a bad moment though” he smiled slightly and kissed Sirius tenderly on the head.
And then he was gone; leaving Sirius to his loneliness…the only thing left was the broken glass on the kitchen floor.
Fandom:Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Raiting: R
Summary:“Even being in the presence of you is better than nothing at all.”
A/N: this was a short sketch that got out of hand...
A rather drunk, dishevelled and scowling figure greeted Sirius Black in the kitchen of his home.
“Oh. It’s you.” He said with out much interest and just the slightest hint of bitterness; and turned his attention back to the paper.
Snape sat opposite him and poured himself another drink with a shaking hand.
He said nothing turning his attention to the straight and rather vicious green spirit in his hand.
“C’mon Snape; what you here for? Or are you just going to draw this out and make every minute as unpleasant as possible for me?” Sirius asked coldly.
Two s ofs of black eyes met with venom and the glass in Snape’s hand shattered and all that remained was brilliant green stain upon his still shaking hand.
“Believe me Black” he spat “As much as I enjoy making every moment of your life as unpleasant as possible – that is not why I am here.”
“Then why are you?” Sirius frowned in curiosity; his eyes drawn by the fragments of glass now littering his floor.
Snape screwed up his eyes in frustration.
“I can’t be alone. I can’t go back to the school. Everything I have witnessed; everything I have done, in the past six hours has made me sick to my stomach.” He spoke the words low and venomously, his eyes glued to the floor. “Even being in the presence of you is better than nothing at all.”
“What did you do?” Sirius looked shocked.
“What did I have to do, you mean? Sirius; I can’t do anything which would compromise my position. Anything that could get me killed. So I must join in their sport.” He sounded bitter and twisted then; his black eyes twinkling with hate.
He took another swig from his bottle.
“Of course; you wouldn’t know about that sitting here…all day…all night…all alone. Feeling sorry for yourself.”
A smirk played upon Snape’s lips.
In an instant Sirius was on his feet and had pinned Snape against the wall; his eyes flashing with anger.
He caught Snape’s sad and tired look; the lines upon his face and he got it.
He was winding him up in order to forget.
An unusual feeling of compassion for the greasy git came over him mixed with something else and before he knew it he had pressed his lips down upon Snape’s.
He tasted of sweet, sickly alcohol and perspiration.
His lips were chapped and coarse; his kisses harsh and desperate.
Sirius’ forced his body closer to Snape’s; causing him to stumble and curse and his bottle to fall to the ground with an almighty clatter.
“Fuck it” he drawled almost to himself and he rounded back on Sirius “There’s other things to do now” he ran his fingers roughly through Sirius’ tangled mass of black hair.
“Only if I let you” Sirius breathed coyly into his ear and almost instantly found himself pushed roughly to the floor.
“That kiss you gave me was an invitation; and it will be followed through with” replied Snape – pinning him to floor. His voice was filled with amusement; his eyes with animal instinct.
He tore at Sirius’ clothes with a feral abandon and a drunken clumsiness which Sirius found both amusing and arousing.
The amusement faded as a bruising assault on the edge of the pain/pleasure barrier began. He nipped at his neck, chest and thighs; each timer harder; each time a little less bearable.
Each time he wanted more.
“Fuck me Severus” Sirius’ breathed out. Something glittered strangely in Snape’s eyes the cruel cold amusement there growing.
And there he was flung over his own kitchen table in the noble and proud house of Black. That house of hatred he had grown up in.
Snape thrust into him; still clothed and in control.
It was fast and brutal, Sirius’ body was peppered with bruises and crescent moon scars.
He had never cum so hard in his life.
Severus Snape adjusted his robes and turned to leave.
“Severus…wait” Sirius called from the kitchen floor, now painfully aware of his nakedness.
“Sirius’” he muttered the name with contempt “Just because we shared a…a moment doesn’t change my feelings towards you.”
“Yeah, well mine neither.” Sirius replied defiantly.
“It wasn’t a bad moment though” he smiled slightly and kissed Sirius tenderly on the head.
And then he was gone; leaving Sirius to his loneliness…the only thing left was the broken glass on the kitchen floor.