Only in the Night

I have always been in the light and yet I crave for the night. Because only the night holds our secret to it’s dark bosom. Only the night truly reveals our real selves. Every night is a new chance that I can lie here with him, be with him, love him. My hand looks so much darker against his pale back, but that is one of the things I love about him. Strange how one day we are at one another’s throats and that very night I found myself deeply imbedded in his withering body the next.

A moan slips past my lips and my grey eyes are now hooded and glazed over in lust filled passion. His small feminine lithe body stirs slightly rolling onto his side to gaze up at me with his dark ebony depths.

“What?” His voice is so dark and yet it wields so much raw passion.

I shake my head letting the long strands of my hair tumble over one of my shoulders. My hand moves away from his back and glides through is shoulder length soft silky hair. No its not greasy. He always casts a charm to make it looks so to keep others away, but when night falls the charm is gone and so is his carefully placed mask.

“Just thinking of our first night together,” I reply as I let my eyes follow my fingers running through his tresses.

My ears pick up a small almost silent snort from him, but he smiles as he leans his head into my petting.

“And?” He asks his voice purring with desire.

My hand falls onto his neck cupping it as my eyes gaze down to him. I moan at the heated look he is giving me, his eyes shimmering with untold raw eroticism. I lean down so close that our lips barely brush together.

“And how much I desire, I want, to experience that night over and over again with you.”

His body starts to shiver in anticipation and it makes me hard to see, to know, that I can bring out his hidden passion. Our lips crash together in a pure sensual kiss. Its deep but slow never once does the passion burn out from it. He is the reason I await for night to drift over us, his passion and love that is seen only at night. In my head I wonder what my friends would say that I am my enemy’s secret lover, that he is the reason I sneak out late and never come back until dawns first light.

Our kiss ends slowly but our lips stay close to each others as we take in much needed breath. His hands are gripping the black sheet under his body as my mouth attacks his neck. His moans and surprise gasps are pure music to my ears, with every nibble, bite, or kiss I give him. I pull back just slightly and gaze down at my handy work, a large purple and black hickey now dawns on his frail skin. I am the reason he wears those high collared robes, the reason he won’t let anyone near him to see what lays under them. But somehow his robes match his ‘personality’ in the light. His fingers touch the spot of his neck where I have claimed ownership over him.

“Figures. After all you are a mutt,” he spews out but his comment only makes me laugh.

I know he doesn’t mean any of those harsh words he throws at me when the light is on us, with each insult we throw at one another our true hidden messages are revealed to the other.

“ So? Is it so wrong to claim what I love?”

“No, I suppose not.”

I move back to lean against the bed’s head rest as I feel him crawl into my lap. He’s aroused just as I am, his hard length presses firmly against mine causing a whimpered moan to escape from his lips. My hands grip his narrowed thin hips as I grind myself hard against him. A loud gasp and a thrown back head is my answer for me to continue, his head rolls to the side letting his hair fall against his shoulder and upper arm; our eyes connecting for a silent plead.

His eyes close and his arms wrap themselves around my neck when I lean in close to his chest. My tongue swipes across a dark nipple and watch it harden as I blow cold air onto it. Doing this cause him to grind harder in my lap, he’s gasping as I continue to torment him by repeating this action over and over again. My hands slips down cupping a pale cheek, my finger’s sliding down the cleft of them.

He’s still wet from before and I smile before taking a hard nub between my teeth and push a finger into his still tight channel. A loud moan rips from his now withering body; but right now my focus is on loosening him up for me. Funny. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, me taking him, he’s always so tight just like our first night together.

“Y-You can add another. . . .” he whimpers in my ear. His hot breath wavering over my neck moistening it up before nipping and suckling it.

I obey as I growl out my pleasure.

A second finger slips in with the first one my teeth and mouth leaving his tortured nipple. My forehead is resting against his shoulder as he eats away at my neck. He is thrusting against my fingers as I slip one more into him, a slight stiffness of his body at first, but quickly he pushes back against them. He moves away from my neck his eyes hooded and glazed in lust. He is breathing harder now, whimpering as my fingers angling just slightly and now I hear the pleasure filled screams being thrown out of him.

“G-Gods! Please, please, please!”

“Not yet,” I growl out my response.

He tries to glare at me, but it dies all to quickly as he strikes himself onto my fingers. He knows I won’t give in until I hear him say it.

“Sirius please!”

I don’t try to hide my smile as I remove my fingers from him and quickly grip his hips to keep from thrusting down on me. He growls now at me for doing this hot passion burning in his eyes as they glare at me. I only let him wait for but a mere second before slowly I pull him down over me. His head is thrown back once more as he screams in pleasure; his nails are running down my back so hard and deep that I can feel blood well up in various places.

Gods above he is tight! And I can only moan and control myself from not pulling him all the way down on top of me. I am big, but even after how many times we have bedded together he shouldn’t still be this tight.

Finally I am seated all the way inside of him. His face is buried against my neck as we hold each other for dear life. Our breathing is harsh in the room and I am trying to gain what control I did loose, or at least take and hold it in before I do loose it. He shifts against me and I take my cue. My hands help him to rise off of my halfway before pulling him back down slowly, so agonizingly slowly. He whimpers and mews as we build our familiar rhythm together. He pulls his face away from my neck and his eyes are closed. My eyes are half lidded as I watch all of his emotions run across his blushed face.

He is beautiful like this, when the night allows him to be himself. Our lips meet in another fiery kiss as he starts to thrust himself harder on me. My hips start to thrust up meeting his every downward falls, hitting his prostrate each and every time.

“Fuck! Oh Merlin! Sirius, harder!”

I growl from his words lowering him onto his back my hands quickly move his legs over my shoulders as I move onto my knees. I wait and watch him as he entwines our fingers together. There. He screams and arches off of the bed as I thrust madly into him, hard and deep as I can. So close now as we sweat from this, from our lovemaking. His voice is dying now, and he can only scream silently, his voice gone now. My hand breaks away from his hand gripping his neglected shaft pumping it into with our speed. His hand grips my wrist a warning before he arches again off the bed and clamps down on me. There is point of pure eroticism, his highest point of pleasure, his climax. A few more thrusts and I reach my peak as well. My seed shooting deep into his bowels, before darkness over takes my vision.

My eyes flutter open, and only darkness meets them. A light weight is rested upon my chest. Cool air rushing against my sweat soaked skin, I look down at the top of a head with messy black hair. I smile more to myself then anything. As I said before I am from the light, but it is the night that I truly want, that I truly crave. For it is during the night that we can be ourselves, that we can be Sirius Black and Severus Snape, that we are allowed to be lovers.

~So please review! Tis me first ever PWP and I would like to hear how it went. Oh and if you like it enough I did think of a sequel for it.~