Bound

TITLE: Bound

AUTHOR: Lothlorien

PAIRING: SS/SB

RATING: NC-17

FEEDBACK: daedra@hotmail.com / girlthatyoufear@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and anything related to it are most definitely NOT mine.

SUMMARY: Sirius and Severus are forced to live together for an indefinite amount of time…how long will it be before one of them snaps?

NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest, Third Wave, which can be found at:

http://snapeff.ebonyx.org/home/index.html

In response to the three word challenge (mope, sticky-fingered, rover) by Kira. (However, it hasn’t been posted on the fest website because I was unable to hand it in by the submission date due to something called Smart Formatting.)

SPOILERS: none

AUTHOR’s NOTES: This has been beta-ed by ChaneyStarr/Aaryn Pure (choose whichever name you prefer ^_^) Much thanks to her for her comments and ideas! Remaining mistakes are mine, all mine.

***

Remus looked at the door, then back to the piece of paper doubtfully.

“Well? Is it this one or not?” his companion asked him, rather impatiently.

“Apparently. Only one way to find out, I suppose.” Remus reached for the knocker but Sirius, grinning at him, got there first. The knocker glared out of baleful eyes at Sirius, then closed them again. Remus suppressed an urge to shake his head. If the knocker was that bad tempered, the house owner could hardly be a bundle of joy.

Footsteps – firm, unhurried footsteps – came to the ears of the two waiting wizards. With something between apprehension and anticipation, they waited for the door to be opened.

“What the…*Snape*!” the two exclaimed simultaneously as the door was opened by a well known – if not well appreciated – person. He stood there, sullen as ever, for once not wearing a wizarding robe, but normal black Muggle clothes.

Bundle of joy, indeed.

There was a shocked silence from all three of them. Then Sirius picked up his small bag and started walking away.

“Padfoot, wait!” Remus called and half dragged the man back to the waiting, glaring wizard who was still standing in the doorway.

“I should have known it was you,” he said curtly and without preamble. “Dumbledore’s sense of humour does not seem to have improved with the passing years. Much as I’d like to slam this door in both your faces, I have my orders, so come in without attracting more attention, unless you want to frustrate the whole point of your being here in the first place.”

“Well, I’m considering it,” Sirius snapped, as they followed the potion master inside. “It can’t be any worse than having to stay with you.”

“The door is whence you came in,” Severus replied, not looking back. “No one would love it more than yours truly if you got your sorry, pitiful ass caught and put back in Azkaban, Black.”

Sirius glowered at him, but a nudge and a glare from Remus indicated clearly that since Sirius was going to be a guest – if an unwelcome one – at Snape’s house for some time, he should try being courteous, so Sirius swallowed a retort and kept his silence.

“Where are we, Severus?” Remus asked pleasantly.

“London. No one knows that this house belongs to me, so we should be safe here. In any case, it’s also well warded against attacks. The only way undesirable people could enter here,” he shot Sirius a look which left no doubt as to whom he was referring to, “is if one of us opened the door to them.”

“Then we’d better hope you don’t turn traitor on us,” Sirius shot back, ignoring a furious look from his friend.

Remus stifled a sigh. It was going to be a long stay.

***

“So Dumbledore didn’t tell you anything more?”

“No,” Remus replied. Severus was polite, if occasionally acidic, when it was just the two of them around. But if Sirius made an appearance, then daggers flew, and it was up to Remus to do his best to keep the peace. He had little doubt that if he had been absent, one of them would probably have challenged the other to a duel already. “He just informed us that this would be a haven for us.”

“That it is. I’ve been hunted high and low for a long time now, but no one knows of this place, so I’ve been safe. Unless we are found by sheer bad luck, we can rest easy.” He took a sip of his coffee. “I cannot understand your presence here, though. Black is, of course, an escaped prisoner, but you have no reason to be in hiding.”

“Well,” Remus said slowly, “I think the major reason is because of my lycanthropy. Feelings against werewolves and other ‘dark’ creatures are, at the moment, running high, thus it’s better for me to lie low. And of course, who better to hide with, than the person who brews the Wolfsbane potion for me? Moreover,” he smiled slightly, “I can prevent you and Sirius from killing each other. Those are the reasons I can guess at – take your pick. You can never tell what Dumbledore’s thinking anyway.”

“That’s true,” Severus agreed. “From my side, I just got an owl telling me to expect two guests who would be lodging with me for an indefinite amount of time. I wasn’t told it was you and Black, for which I can’t blame him, if he wanted my co-operation.”

Remus couldn’t help smiling. “Yes, he’s sharp.”

“Who is?” asked Sirius, walking into the room. Severus’ lips tightened. He finished his coffee and walked out, ignoring Sirius’ presence, without any more ado. Remus sighed as he saw the gleam in Sirius’ eyes, betraying the fact that he was itching to call out something insulting after the potion master.

“Sirius,” Remus said firmly, as soon as Severus was out of earshot. “We need to talk.”

Sirius looked slightly surprised, but sat down as indicated. “What about?”

“You and Severus.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon Moony, don’t start. You know we’ll never be able to get along.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Remus said calmly. “Can’t you just face up to the truth that you’ve got one hell of a crush on him and stop antagonizing him as if it’s his fault?”

Silence. Then, “What the HELL?!? Moony, are you referring to Snape here? ’Cause I think you’ve got a couple of screws loose if so. Hello? We’ve detested each other since we were eleven years old! Does that ring a bell somewhere?”

Remus nodded placidly. “I know. And I was unsure then. The rivalry between him and James, I could understand. But with you, it was different, and it was deeper. You hated him for being himself, not for what he did. I was suspicious, but I thought I must have been imagining things. It was only later on that I became convinced.”

Sirius’ mouth hung open slightly as he stared at his friend. “Moony, I don’t know where you got that idea from, but I assure you…”
ven ven the people you went out with…” Remus plowed on relentlessly, “all bore an uncanny resemblance to him, and I’m sure the reason you dumped them so quickly was because they ultimately turned out to be so different from him. I’m surprised no one else noticed.”

Sirius looked stunned. This was a revelation to himself as well. He cast his mind back, and thought hard. It could be true. It could…he felt ill. “If that’s true…I’m a sick fuck,” he groaned. Remus patted his arm gently.

“Well, now you can stop being such a prick about it, and make up with him.”

“Make up with him? *Make up with him?* Moony, are you on drugs? Snape – hates – my – guts. If I stopped being nasty to him, he’d die of shock.” He paused. “Though that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.” Remus shot him a look and he lifted his hands in defeat. “Seriously though, how am I supposed to lay off him without him suspecting some deep plot afoot?”

“You’ve only got yourself to blame for that. Please do behave, Padfoot, I wouldn’t like to have to tell Severus about your feelings – in a way which would make him believe me, I might add.”

“You’re unfair!”

“I know,” Remus stuck out his tongue at his friend. “Anything for a little peace and quiet.”

***

Severus pressed a hand wearily to his forehead. Sirius had been avoiding him for the past few days, especially when Remus was present or in close proximity, but Remus was at the moment out shopping, and it seemed Sirius was taking the opportunity to have a much needed spat with the potion master.

“…if you really were a spy you’d have known that I was innocent and…”

Severus regretted not asking Remus how he had managed to accomplish making Sirius stay quiet, but at the time it had seemed like a waste of energy. Now he wished that he had tried to satisfy his mild curiosity – he’d give worlds to get Sirius to sit down somewhere and mope, leaving him in peace.

“…and I know that Dumbledore is mistaken about you…”

Sirius’ voice was now grating on his nerves. He never could tolerate Sirius, and having him live in his house was getting Severus close to breaking point.

“Sorry to disappoint you *Rover*,” he interrupted him suddenly, rudely, “Or was it Pongo? I wasn’t Voldemort himself, thus I wasn’t privy to all classified information. Moreoever, much as I’d delight in it, my conscience wouldn’t let anyone be jailed deliberately if he was innocent, even if it happened to be vermin like you. Now, please excuse me.”

Whereupon the potions master turned his back on Sirius and descended the stairs to the basement, argument closed.

Not so for Sirius. Temper rising steadily, he followed his reluctant host downstairs, while Severus did his best to ignore him. It wasn’t easy.

“Black, why don’t you turn your sorry ass into a dog – a much more suitable form for you, might I add – and go roam London? If we’re lucky, some kid might just pick you up and decide to keep you.”

When Sirius ignored him and continued his tirade, Severus lifted a hand to his temple. Great, just great. Both Black and a headache. Life couldn’t be better. All he needed was Voldemort to stroll through the door for a cup of coffee, with Lucius along for the ride. He pushed a door opened and entered, hoping Sirius would get tired of this and leave him alone.

Nothing doing. Sirius followed him, the insults getting worse by the minute. Severus’ temper snapped suddenly and he whirled round, stopping an alarmed Sirius in mid sentence.

Severus opened his mouth, ready to make Sirius cringe, as he’d made all too many of his students do, when he suddenly felt his hands being jerked above him, pulling him over backwards onto his back as a loud clang echoed in the room.

Sirius gaped openmouthed at the prone figure of his enemy for a few startled moments. “What the hell just happened?”

“Oh – no,” Severus said, face completely expressionless. “Please tell me that my wrists aren’t manacled by red handcuffs which have blue linings.”

Sirius blinked stupidly at him. “As a matter of fact, they are.”

Severus groaned, muttering several expletives under his breath. Then he took a deep breath. “Black, try taking these off me.”

Sirius grinned insolently, crossing his arms across his chest. “And why should I help you?”

Glaring black eyes met him gaze for gaze. “Because if you don’t, I’ll wager your werewolf friend won’t be too happy when I tell him so, and since you seem so scared of him recently, I don’t think that bodes any good for you.”

Sirius scowled, but reached over unwillingly to unchain Severus’ wrists. To his surprise, he found that the handcuffs seemed to be made seamlessly, without any joints or openings.

“This is funny, I don’t know how to open it.”

“I knew it,” Severus said in despair.

“Dammit all, Snape, if you knew why did you…?”

“I was hoping I was wrong, you fool!”

Sirius took a deep breath. “It would help if you remembered that you are the one in need of help here,” he told Severus sternly. “How do I get them off?”

Severus closed his eyes. “These…handcuffs are very old, a family relic passed down through the generations. They are obviously magical, and sometimes seem to have a life of their own. To use them one has to be careful because it’s very easy for them to turn on their owners especially if…”

“Snape! I’m not an inky fingered kid during your lessons, please spare me the lecture. Get to the point.”

“They are called Slavecuffs,” Severus snapped. “And to opened, they have to be coated and rubbed with…with their victim’s semen.”

For a few moments, absolute silence reigned in the room, as Sirius stared at Severus in disbelief.

Then…“This is *rich*!” Sirius said, doubling over with laughter. “What kind of perverted ancestors did you have?”

“For your information, this was acquired during a centuries ago battle while raiding an enemy base,” Severus interrupted, a light pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.

“And I suppose whoever got it was caught in it and spent a few minutes on his back, waiting for an underling to…ah, ‘stimulate’ him?” Sirius choked out, a huge grin plastered onto his face. A huge heroic attempt at seriousness later, he continued, still smiling, “How come it attacked you?”

“I told you, it’s unpredictable and can be set off in a number of ways,” was the irritable reply. “I was careless because of you – I’ve always avoided this thing like the plague. As you can see, I can hardly get out of it by myself, since my arms are held like this.” It was true. The professor’s hands were pulled taut above his head, and he couldn’t reach down to touch himself. “Anything can set it off. Certain spells, a sexually charged atmosphere, a high amount of magic…”

“You’ve really studied this haven’t you?” Sirius said with an insufferable grin.
shu shut up,” Severus snapped. “Be quiet and let me think how I’m going to free myself.”

Sirius suddenly turned serious. “Well, there’s only one way isn’t there?” he asked. He reached over and placed a hand lightly on Severus’ chest, moving it slowly downwards. Severus’ eyes widened.

“What do you think you’re…?”

“Helping you. Now shut up, or I’ll be forced to gag you.” Sirius placed his hand on Severus’ crotch and started rubbing gently.

“Open your legs wider.” Severus glared at him and refused to comply. Sirius sighed. “I am doing this to aid you, you know. If you don’t want my help, I’ll just go away and leave you here, but then don’t complain because I didn’t do my best.”

Severus didn’t reply, but slowly opened his legs slightly. Sirius hid a smile, and pulled down his zipper, pushing his hand inside to stroke him better. Severus bit his lip, turning his face away. This was so humiliating…

Sirius continued stroking his enemy with one hand, using the other to reach up and unbutton Seve shi shirt.

“Black, don’t touch me any more than you absolutely have to.”

“Shut up, Snape. I’m going to do this right, and guess what…I happen to be in control now. So I’d suggest you take what’s coming to you like a good boy, or I might just decide to leave you there.”

Severus’ eyes widened, and Sirius noted with satisfaction that he seemed to have finally understood his plight completely. He bared Severus’s chest and with his free hand he gently rubbed one of the potions master’s nipples.

“Goddammit Black, I said…” Severus broke off with a yelp as Sirius suddenly twisted his sensitive flesh.

“And *I* told you to shut up,” Sirius said ruthlessly. “That’s better,” Sirius continued, as his enemy held his tongue, clenching his jaw in an effort to keep silent. He bent down and licked the abused nipple gently, making Severus gasp slightly in surprise.

And the game started. One hand stroked Severus’ cock slowly, the other traced patterns down Severus’ chest, sometimes followed with Sirius’ mouth, when the aforementioned mouth wasn’t engaged in kissing Severus’ mouth or neck.

When he judged that Severus was getting closer to climaxing he stopped, releasing the potions’ master’s cock. Severus made a small, protesting sound, music to Sirius’ ears. The animagus divested Severus of all his clothing save his shirt which was still wound round his arms and then surveyed him with the hungry gaze of a master studying his slave – which, for that period of time, was more than an accurate description.

With one smooth motion, he took Severus’ cock into his mouth, licking it up and down, gently and slowly at first, then sucking him as deep as he could. A few minutes were all that Severus could stand, and he came with a yell into Sirius’ greedy mouth.

For a few moments, Severus relaxed. The he heard his captor speak.

“Oh dear, I seemed to have swallowed it all,” came the cheerful information. “We’ll have to get you off again.”

“Black! You did that on purpose…!”

“And your point would be?” Sirius asked, gripping Severus’ chin tightly. He kissed him, making him taste himself on Sirius’ tongue. “You’d better be careful what you say, since I could keep you here indefinitely. Since I’ll have to wait until you’re recuperated, we’ll just have to occupy you differently in the meantime.” He freed his straining cock and knelt over Severus, knees resting by the sides of Severus’ face. “Suck.”

Severus looked at him incredulously, but did not dare to resist, and opened his mouth for the intrusion. Sirius tangled his hands on Severus’ hair, lifting it up and down as he controlled his slave’s movements on his engorged flesh.

“Ah yes, you’re a born cocksucker Snape,” he . “I. “I should have done this before. Yes, just like that, keep going…” He kept the movements slow, wanting to enjoy the feelings. When his hands started making Snape move faster, wanting more, he forced himself to stop, and get off Severus.

“Well, you seem to be getting along pretty well here,” he chuckled, noticing that Severus was hardening again. “Shall we get on to the next item on the menu then?” He pushed Severus’ legs wide open, kis and and licking the insides of his thigh, moving downwards until he pounced on his opening.

“No! Black don’t you dare…”

But Sirius did dare. First his tongue, then his finger was pushed slowly inside the protesting Severus.

“Relax, it’ll be easier that way,” Sirius said, moving his finger in and out slowly, licking Severus’ cock to distract him from the intrusive pain. Slowly, Severus relaxed, giving Sirius better access. When he added the second finger however, Severus yelped, tightening once more. By the third finger, he was begging for mercy.

Removing all fingers, Sirius licked his inside thoroughly again. “I’m coming in,” he warned him. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Black, no! Stop it…”

Sirius ignored him, positioning himself appropriately and inching his way in slowly. When he was fully inside, he stopped.

“Severus, this is the last time I’m telling you. Relax!” Slowly, Severus’ breng sng slowed down, and he relaxed slightly. Sirius figured that it was as good as it was going to get, and he started moving.

“God, you’re tight,” Sirius groaned. He picked up his pace, unable to control himself. Beneath him, Severus writhed, the pain slowly being smothered by the pleasure he was starting to feel. Severus started stroking him, in time with his thrusts, and soon Severus was unable to think beyond the fact that he was being fucked – and it didn’t matter if it was by one of the persons he hated most in the world either.

He came before Sirius, splattering both their stomachs with fluid, Sirius following a few moments later. For some time there was no sound but heavy breathing as the two slowly came down from their high.

Then, slowly, Sirius pressed his palm to the mess on Severus’ stomach, and with the fluid thus gathered, rubbed the handcuffs still pinning Severus’ hands.

And that was when Remus walked in on them.

His eyes widened in astonishment at the scene in front of him. A sticky-fingered Sirius was massaging a very naked Severus, and their surroundings gave very clear descriptions of what had been going on.

“Ah…Remus…you’re back…” Sirius stuttered.

Face aflame, Remus whirled round and rushed out. Once outside, he shook his head wryly – Sirius didn’t waste any time on getting what he wanted, did he? Happy for his friend, he went back upstairs, trying to forget the scene he had just witnessed.

Back in the little room, Severus’ eyes were closed with shame and embarrassment. Sirius took a deep breath and continued rubbing the handcuffs, deciding that for once, silence was better than any comment he could maWithWith a small click, the handcuffs suddenly fell away, opening at a joint that Sirius *knew* hadn’t been there before.

Panting, Severus pushed himself up onto his elbows, while Sirius examined the manacles.

“Quite devilish little things, aren’t they?” Sirius said, playing around with them in his hands.

“You have no idea…yet.” Sirius looked up in surprise. With a swift fluid motion, belaying the stiffness in his arms, Severus reached over and closed the handcuffs around Sirius’ wrists.

“Now,” he said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let’s see who’s going to behave himself this time, shall we?”

~The End ~