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The Best Laid Plans
TITLE: Another Tale of Two Men
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: SB/SS
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 SPOILERS: This story is the sequel to A Tale of Two Men and is entirely AU, so yes there are a few references - don’t read if you don’t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman
Chapter One
The Best Laid Plans
Severus Snape strode briskly along the halls of Hogwarts, black robes billowing handsomely about him as he moved. The last class of the day had just ended - thank Merlin. Gods, it seemed each incoming class of students was stupider than the one before - if that was possible. His patience - what there was of it - had been pushed to the stretching point by new feats of gross incompetence unparalleled since the scholastic days of Neville Longbottom. Spilled potions, bungled ingredients, stupid answers - where would it end? His dark eyes flashing, his temples pulsing, he was a formidable sight - and those he passed on his route made sure to give the snarling potions master an extra wide berth.
He had only one thing on his mind at the moment - reaching his own apartments, and obtaining a brief respite from these maddening children - before he would be compelled to attend the evening meal in the Great Hall once again. But that was later, and this was now. This was the part of his day he most looked forward to - the part of his life which made the rest bearable.
Severus purposefully flung wide the door to his private rooms. He glanced about him, as if seeking something, but all was quiet. Swiftly crossing the living area, his attention was caught by the sight of a black boot which lay upon the floor. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Snape picked up the offending object, tucked it under one arm. To his indignation, he spied the obvious mate to this particular piece of footwear lying a few steps away, and soon the boots were reunited once more under his control.
The muttering grew more vehement as he spotted a thin black sock a few feet past the second boot. And then the mate to that as well. He grabbed these angrily, the vein at his temple throbbing painfully, as he stormed his way to the bedroom, eyes fastened upon the floor, searching for other misplaced items in his path.
Along his way he managed to acquire a black silk shirt (button-down), a pair of black corduroy pants, a black leather belt, and the last object which he could see - a black thong. This was just too much - this was intolerable, unbearable, unpardonable!
Raising his dark head, Snape became aware of another presence within the bedroom. Eyes narrowed to an ominous slit, he stiffened in tense expectation, slowly turning his gaze toward the large raised dais bed which graced the center of the room....
.....and there he beheld the sight of a naked man reclining upon the bed, totally at ease with himself and his surroundings, wearing nothing but a huge smile on his beautiful lips.
“Hello, Severus!”
“Sirius Black!” Snape breathed, but found himself unable to form any other intelligible words, sputtering incoherently, the other man’s clothes in his arms.
“Tell me something, love, is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” The naked wizard shifted his position on the bed in order to obtain maximum exposure, giving Snape a clear view of his fully erect ten inch love muscle.
Severus felt the anger drain from his psyche in one fell swoop at the sight of his handsome husband. Realizing that the dropped clothes had been but a ploy to lure Snape into the bedroom, he shook his head and chuckled, bemused as always by Sirius’ antics. He knew without looking that he was in the same state of arousal as the other wizard. But... first things first.... old habits die hard. Carefully he folded the discarded clothing and laid it carefully aside..... for later.
He stepped up onto the platform, knelt on the bed beside Sirius, stroking his long black hair tenderly, as he gazed into the other man’s beautiful dark eyes. “Sirius, Sirius,” he murmured, “you will be the death of me yet, I swear...”
“Oh, but what a way to go!” Sirius replied, as he pulled Severus down on top of him for a much needed kiss. Their lips met gently, softly grazing, a mild confrontation which tingled as always at the first touch between them. Sirius’ hands roved over Snape’s body, undoing the buttons of his robe in order to cast the offensive garment away - disregarding the potions master’s attempts to catch them before they hit the floor. Snape moaned deep within his throat as Sirius’ hands made their way beneath the button-down black shirt beneath the robes, stroking the soft gentle skin beneath, raking his nails over the taut nipples....
“Have a hard day, love?” Sirius murmured into Snape’s neck as he began to lick and suck at the tender flesh, so tasty, so delectable. “Tell Sirius alout out how the big bad students were mean to the kindly old potions professor!”
Snape ignored the words, focused on the actions, as Sirius’ hands began their descent toward his nether regions - his erection was already painfully hard, begging for release. But he struggled to remain patienfor for wasn’t patience a cardinal virtue? - as Sirius continued to strip him of his clothing, piece by piece, until he was happily and gloriously naked too, Sirius’ capable hands wrapped firmly about his hard cock, and his lips fastened moistly upon his manly chest. At this moment, Snape couldn’t care less about his miserable day and his stupid students - this was what it was all for - this beautiful, sexy, incredible man - who never failed to amaze him with the emotions he was able to draw from the normally reticent potions master.
Sirius drew Snape close against him, wrapped his muscular legs about his torso, grinding his hot and sweaty erection against Snape’s own aching hardness, eliciting further moans of happiness from Severus. Taking Snape’s fingers into his mouth, Sirius sucked on them as if they were his cock, his tongue sending delicious shivers up and down Severus’ spine. When he released them, they were thoroughly wet, and Snape knew just what he wanted to do with them.
Reaching down between Sirius’ welcoming legs, Severus thrust his moistened fingers against the other man’s waiting entrance - his love opening, his sphincter of delight, if you will. “Is this what you want, my love,” he whispered deliciously into Sirius’ ear, and of course the reply was a sibilant, “Yesssssss!”
Severus used his talented fingers to stretch the opening, relax the muscles, to make his entry amenable rather than unpleasant to his lover. With his thumb, he rubbed against the perineum, stroked the delicate skin, while his other hand ran lightly up Sirius’ hard shaft, teasingly, delightfully. Sirius closed his eyes, arched his back in exquisite pleasure at the ministrations of his thoughtful husband. Severus always seemed to know just what to do to make him feel good, to heighten his desires, whetting his voracious appetites for the dark haired wizard who had completely captured his heart and won his loyalty forever.....
Sensing that he was ready now, Severus added a third finger, resulting in a swift intake of breath, and a gasp of pure ecstacy. “By the gods, Sevi,” Sirius murmured, “mmmmmm, hhhhhmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” and whatever he may have intended to say degenerated into mindless pleasurable moaning.
“Lubricus,” Severus murmured the preparation charm, plunging his full length into his lover’s body - oh how delicious, how delightful, how infinitely pleasurable! Adjusting his angle of entry, he made an immediate score on the bull’s eye, and Sirius responded with increased moaning and sensuous writhing.
Severus took Sirius’ cock into his willing hands, even as he continued his forays into the pleasure zone, bringing renewed trembling and shivers... He knew the proper pressure to apply for the best results, stroking and squeezing in equal proportions, until Sirius thought he was going to lose his mind. Severus knew he himself couldn’t last much longer inside of Sirius’ delightfully tight passage, began to make shorter thrusts, guttural moans issuing from his throat, as they worked together in pursuit of the ultimate goal of simultaneous release - satisfactorily achieved as Severus spilled his seed into his eager lover, and Sirius came all over Severus’ hand.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, arms and legs still entangled, but happy to remain so, as they caught their breath, and let their pulse rates return to normal. Severus brushed the disarrayed black tresses from Sirius’ forehead, reached out and kissed it tenderly, as he gazed adoringly into the other man’s eyes. Sirius put one finger up to touch Severus’ lip, tracing it sensuously as he sighed happily.
“Happy anniversary, love!”
“Happy anniversary to you, too!”
Severus leaned down to claim Sirius’ lips passionately. One year today - one year since they had become united as a couple and begun their lives together - one year of connubial bliss and joy unparalleled in the annals of marriage! Severus hadn’t known that there could be such happiness as what he now possessed!
“I love you, Sirius,” he whispered gently, smiling.
“And I love you very much, Severus,” Sirius whispered back. His attention was momentarily distracted as he glanced out of the corner of one eye toward his bedside table - damnation, he had mean to put that away. If Severus saw that, he couldn’t help but realize..... Casting about in his mind for some diversion, and not sure what that might be, he was startled to hear a furtive knock on the entrance to their chambers.
Severus sighed in exasperation. “They know better than to disturb me before dinner!” he muttered, hastily throwing on his clothes, making sure everything was in place and just so. “Just wait here, love. I’ll get rid of whoever it is, and then we can take a shower together, and I can help you wash your....back.. How does that sound?”
“Sounds divine!” Sirius responded, blowing a kiss at Severus’ retreating figure, as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him. Now, Sirius thought, to get rid of the evidence.....
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: SB/SS
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 SPOILERS: This story is the sequel to A Tale of Two Men and is entirely AU, so yes there are a few references - don’t read if you don’t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman
Chapter One
The Best Laid Plans
Severus Snape strode briskly along the halls of Hogwarts, black robes billowing handsomely about him as he moved. The last class of the day had just ended - thank Merlin. Gods, it seemed each incoming class of students was stupider than the one before - if that was possible. His patience - what there was of it - had been pushed to the stretching point by new feats of gross incompetence unparalleled since the scholastic days of Neville Longbottom. Spilled potions, bungled ingredients, stupid answers - where would it end? His dark eyes flashing, his temples pulsing, he was a formidable sight - and those he passed on his route made sure to give the snarling potions master an extra wide berth.
He had only one thing on his mind at the moment - reaching his own apartments, and obtaining a brief respite from these maddening children - before he would be compelled to attend the evening meal in the Great Hall once again. But that was later, and this was now. This was the part of his day he most looked forward to - the part of his life which made the rest bearable.
Severus purposefully flung wide the door to his private rooms. He glanced about him, as if seeking something, but all was quiet. Swiftly crossing the living area, his attention was caught by the sight of a black boot which lay upon the floor. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Snape picked up the offending object, tucked it under one arm. To his indignation, he spied the obvious mate to this particular piece of footwear lying a few steps away, and soon the boots were reunited once more under his control.
The muttering grew more vehement as he spotted a thin black sock a few feet past the second boot. And then the mate to that as well. He grabbed these angrily, the vein at his temple throbbing painfully, as he stormed his way to the bedroom, eyes fastened upon the floor, searching for other misplaced items in his path.
Along his way he managed to acquire a black silk shirt (button-down), a pair of black corduroy pants, a black leather belt, and the last object which he could see - a black thong. This was just too much - this was intolerable, unbearable, unpardonable!
Raising his dark head, Snape became aware of another presence within the bedroom. Eyes narrowed to an ominous slit, he stiffened in tense expectation, slowly turning his gaze toward the large raised dais bed which graced the center of the room....
.....and there he beheld the sight of a naked man reclining upon the bed, totally at ease with himself and his surroundings, wearing nothing but a huge smile on his beautiful lips.
“Hello, Severus!”
“Sirius Black!” Snape breathed, but found himself unable to form any other intelligible words, sputtering incoherently, the other man’s clothes in his arms.
“Tell me something, love, is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” The naked wizard shifted his position on the bed in order to obtain maximum exposure, giving Snape a clear view of his fully erect ten inch love muscle.
Severus felt the anger drain from his psyche in one fell swoop at the sight of his handsome husband. Realizing that the dropped clothes had been but a ploy to lure Snape into the bedroom, he shook his head and chuckled, bemused as always by Sirius’ antics. He knew without looking that he was in the same state of arousal as the other wizard. But... first things first.... old habits die hard. Carefully he folded the discarded clothing and laid it carefully aside..... for later.
He stepped up onto the platform, knelt on the bed beside Sirius, stroking his long black hair tenderly, as he gazed into the other man’s beautiful dark eyes. “Sirius, Sirius,” he murmured, “you will be the death of me yet, I swear...”
“Oh, but what a way to go!” Sirius replied, as he pulled Severus down on top of him for a much needed kiss. Their lips met gently, softly grazing, a mild confrontation which tingled as always at the first touch between them. Sirius’ hands roved over Snape’s body, undoing the buttons of his robe in order to cast the offensive garment away - disregarding the potions master’s attempts to catch them before they hit the floor. Snape moaned deep within his throat as Sirius’ hands made their way beneath the button-down black shirt beneath the robes, stroking the soft gentle skin beneath, raking his nails over the taut nipples....
“Have a hard day, love?” Sirius murmured into Snape’s neck as he began to lick and suck at the tender flesh, so tasty, so delectable. “Tell Sirius alout out how the big bad students were mean to the kindly old potions professor!”
Snape ignored the words, focused on the actions, as Sirius’ hands began their descent toward his nether regions - his erection was already painfully hard, begging for release. But he struggled to remain patienfor for wasn’t patience a cardinal virtue? - as Sirius continued to strip him of his clothing, piece by piece, until he was happily and gloriously naked too, Sirius’ capable hands wrapped firmly about his hard cock, and his lips fastened moistly upon his manly chest. At this moment, Snape couldn’t care less about his miserable day and his stupid students - this was what it was all for - this beautiful, sexy, incredible man - who never failed to amaze him with the emotions he was able to draw from the normally reticent potions master.
Sirius drew Snape close against him, wrapped his muscular legs about his torso, grinding his hot and sweaty erection against Snape’s own aching hardness, eliciting further moans of happiness from Severus. Taking Snape’s fingers into his mouth, Sirius sucked on them as if they were his cock, his tongue sending delicious shivers up and down Severus’ spine. When he released them, they were thoroughly wet, and Snape knew just what he wanted to do with them.
Reaching down between Sirius’ welcoming legs, Severus thrust his moistened fingers against the other man’s waiting entrance - his love opening, his sphincter of delight, if you will. “Is this what you want, my love,” he whispered deliciously into Sirius’ ear, and of course the reply was a sibilant, “Yesssssss!”
Severus used his talented fingers to stretch the opening, relax the muscles, to make his entry amenable rather than unpleasant to his lover. With his thumb, he rubbed against the perineum, stroked the delicate skin, while his other hand ran lightly up Sirius’ hard shaft, teasingly, delightfully. Sirius closed his eyes, arched his back in exquisite pleasure at the ministrations of his thoughtful husband. Severus always seemed to know just what to do to make him feel good, to heighten his desires, whetting his voracious appetites for the dark haired wizard who had completely captured his heart and won his loyalty forever.....
Sensing that he was ready now, Severus added a third finger, resulting in a swift intake of breath, and a gasp of pure ecstacy. “By the gods, Sevi,” Sirius murmured, “mmmmmm, hhhhhmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” and whatever he may have intended to say degenerated into mindless pleasurable moaning.
“Lubricus,” Severus murmured the preparation charm, plunging his full length into his lover’s body - oh how delicious, how delightful, how infinitely pleasurable! Adjusting his angle of entry, he made an immediate score on the bull’s eye, and Sirius responded with increased moaning and sensuous writhing.
Severus took Sirius’ cock into his willing hands, even as he continued his forays into the pleasure zone, bringing renewed trembling and shivers... He knew the proper pressure to apply for the best results, stroking and squeezing in equal proportions, until Sirius thought he was going to lose his mind. Severus knew he himself couldn’t last much longer inside of Sirius’ delightfully tight passage, began to make shorter thrusts, guttural moans issuing from his throat, as they worked together in pursuit of the ultimate goal of simultaneous release - satisfactorily achieved as Severus spilled his seed into his eager lover, and Sirius came all over Severus’ hand.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, arms and legs still entangled, but happy to remain so, as they caught their breath, and let their pulse rates return to normal. Severus brushed the disarrayed black tresses from Sirius’ forehead, reached out and kissed it tenderly, as he gazed adoringly into the other man’s eyes. Sirius put one finger up to touch Severus’ lip, tracing it sensuously as he sighed happily.
“Happy anniversary, love!”
“Happy anniversary to you, too!”
Severus leaned down to claim Sirius’ lips passionately. One year today - one year since they had become united as a couple and begun their lives together - one year of connubial bliss and joy unparalleled in the annals of marriage! Severus hadn’t known that there could be such happiness as what he now possessed!
“I love you, Sirius,” he whispered gently, smiling.
“And I love you very much, Severus,” Sirius whispered back. His attention was momentarily distracted as he glanced out of the corner of one eye toward his bedside table - damnation, he had mean to put that away. If Severus saw that, he couldn’t help but realize..... Casting about in his mind for some diversion, and not sure what that might be, he was startled to hear a furtive knock on the entrance to their chambers.
Severus sighed in exasperation. “They know better than to disturb me before dinner!” he muttered, hastily throwing on his clothes, making sure everything was in place and just so. “Just wait here, love. I’ll get rid of whoever it is, and then we can take a shower together, and I can help you wash your....back.. How does that sound?”
“Sounds divine!” Sirius responded, blowing a kiss at Severus’ retreating figure, as he closed the door to the bedroom behind him. Now, Sirius thought, to get rid of the evidence.....