Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything except the plot. That is the sole
property of my twisted little daydreams.
Authors note: My first ever slash fanfiction! I'm not quite certain how American ratings work, but I decided to put it at an R. There is a generous use of bad language and some adult situations. Plus this is SLASH! Man-on- man action. You have been warned..
If anyone is offended by this fic, or if it goes against any of ff.net's rules, please just email me and I'll take it down. I think I've censored it enough to class as an R, but if not I'd be more than happy to take it down.
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Severus Snape lay on his back staring dully up at the ceiling. His onyx eyes had an uncharacteristic lack of focus about them, exposed chest rising and falling with slow breathing. He drew his eyebrows together in the ghost of a frown.
Again...they had done it again...
Bloody hell.
It was a bleak winter night. The wind howled outside like a live-thing, causing the woods around them to groan and whisper. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, however, within the hut it was actually quite warm. Here everything was quiet, still...completely disconnected from the outside world. It was a completely different universe, one free from the usual rules and inhabitations. It was theirs.
Perhaps that was part of the reason why they came here. It would have been far more convenient - not to mention more comfortable - to simply use his chambers at Hogwarts. He had often idly fantasized about them spending the night together in his bedroom. He thought about it sometimes, late at night, wondering what it would be like to have him there with him...of all the ways that they could fill the lonely hours...
That, of course, was out of the question. He would have never allowed his lover anywhere so personal. The old hut in the middle of the Forbidden Forrest was perhaps not the most atmospheric of places, but it was more than sufficient for meaningless fucking with Sirius Black.
Which was exactly what he had been doing for the past hour or so.
He didn't know why he kept returning for more when the very thought of what they had done disgusted him. He loathed Sirius with every bone in his body, and yet, somehow, he couldn't give him up. Their affair was like a drug...dark and dangerous...intoxicating to the system and sickening to the mind...
...Impossible to refuse.
They had been meeting up like this ever since the former Marauder had returned to England. Thinking about it, he wasn't even sure why. Sirius had never given any explanation for it, and Severus had never cared enough to ask. It was the unwritten rule of their relationship: no talking, no conversation, just straight forward sex. When you talked about something, that meant that you had to think about it...to rationalize it. That wasn't something that neither wanted to do. Not now. Probably not ever.
The old wooden building creaked around them with each gust of wind, a sudden draught under the door breaking the hut's comfortable warmth. He was lying naked in a haphazard nest of blankets and pillows, body exposed from the stomach up. The breeze was uncomfortably cool against his skin, causing him to shiver unconsciously.
Feeling his lover's subtle movement, Sirius's eyes slid open. He was lying on his front with his head resting to one side against a pillow. Severus had been under the impression that he was asleep.
"Cold?" he murmured sleepily.
Snape continued to stare up at the ceiling, his face a mask of indifference. He didn't answer.
Sirius yawned languidly and shifted his position. He now lay with his body pressed against Severus, resting his rough chin against a pale shoulder. "A freezing winter night...you and me naked..." He paused to allow a light smirk to play on his mouth. "Just like old times, hm?"
The sallow-skinned Slytherin gave a hollow grunt and turned away. He wasn't in much of a mood for reminiscing - especially not with a smarmy bastard like Sirius Black. Besides, his earlier activities had left him tired and he wanted to take a nap before he made his way back to Hogwarts.
If Sirius noticed his lack of response, however, he either didn't care or simply chose to ignore it.
Draping an arm around his lover's waist, he rested his forearm against a slender hip and allowed his fingers to brush against the soft inner thigh.
"Roll over."
Seveus scowled, mildly irritated by the order. "Fuck off, Black."
"It's easier to fuck *on*...as you are more than well aware." He raised himself onto his elbow and stared impassively at Snape, dark eyes partially obscured by curtains of tousled hair. "Roll over," he repeated.
Once again, the Potions Master didn't move.
Sirius, undaunted, gave a much-put-upon sigh and pressed closer against his back. His arm was still around the Severus waist, giving him vantage enough to trail his fingers unhurriedly over his partners white thighs. Slim fingers worked their way upwards, encircling the navel before finally coming to rest between his legs.
It half occurred to Sirius that perhaps the other man might not be able to have another go again that evening. They had each climaxed several times already, and neither of them was as young as they used to be...
These was a slow intake of breath from Severus. "What are you doing?"
Talk about asking a stupid question...
"What do you think I'm doing, you bleedin' idiot?" he reproached huskily, giving him a gentle squeeze.
The animagus was pleased to feel his lover tense when he touched him there. Foreplay wasn't something that they indulged in a lot - it was an emotional accessory for something that was, for them, an emotionless act. It seemed like a necessary extravagance at that point though, if he was going to have any hope of getting Snape hard enough to fulfill his own needs.
Severus remained motionless for a long moment. Then, wordlessly, he parted his legs weakly to submit to Sirius's demands...
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It was late in the morning when Sirius Black finally awoke. Pale winter sunshine shone in through the cracks in the closed shutters, bathing the room in a warm half-glow. He gave a short grunt and screwed his eyes tightly shut, sunlight inexplicably painful. After a few moments, he opened them again.
Everything was the same as it had been the night before. The room itself was still as empty and cheerless as ever, devoid of any home comforts save the lantern in the corner. He himself lay in a tangled nest of blankets, pillows and sheets, hastily arranged to form a kind of makeshift bed on the cool flagstone floor. Nothing had changed.
Well, one thing perhaps.
The place beside him was unoccupied. Severus was gone. A quick glance around the hut proved that his robes too had vanished- evidently, the Professor had returned to Hogwarts.
Not that that was in the least bit unexpected.
It was always the same whenever they met up. They would spend a heated night fucking each others brains out, and then, when he woke up, Snape would be gone. No goodbyes, no lingering farewell kisses...nothing.
Sirius snarled darkly to himself and lay back against the blankets, arm draped over the cold space where Severus had lain. How strange that after all these years as lovers - and even longer as enemies - Snape still remained enigmatic to him. There was once a time when the raven-haired Slytherin would have gladly fallen asleep in his arms. That was back when they were young...before Azkaban, before Voldemort...when the biggest problems he had faced was trying to keep his sexuality a secret and trying to find a date for the Yule Ball.
Looking back now, it was difficult to remember exactly why their relationship had started. They had never had much in common, even as youngsters. Maybe it was simply the fact that they were the only two gay guys in the school. Maybe it was something deeper. Whatever the reason, during their seventh year, Snape and Black started sleeping together.
Even back then it was causal. No Valentines cards, no dates...just turn up and fuck. And it hadn't really had that much of an affect on their relationship outside of sex either. Sirius still hung out with the Marauders and teased any Slytherin that dared cross his path; Severus still openly detested their close-knit group. To all extents and purposes, they had been enemies.
...But when they got into their hut and closed the door, they left all that behind them. When they were sleeping together it wasn't a case of Snape and Black...or even of Slytherin and Gryffindor.it was just the innocent exploration of two curious adolescent boys. Just a little harmless fun.
Oh, they still hated each other of course. All the orgasms in the world wouldn't have been able to change that. But there was something intensely satisfying about bedding your worst enemy. The fucking was great, and there was a kind of unspoken understanding between them. Eventually, that understanding had deepened into something else. Neither broached the subject, but they both knew what was happening. For one heady summer they had known love - real love - for the first time in their lives.
Of course, a lot had changed since then.
The sex was still good - as it always had been - but somewhere along the line they had both lost their innocence. There was nothing loving about the sex nowadays. No thought, no feeling, no heart. It was just hard, emotionless fucking. Sirius thought back to the previous night...to the cold, deadened look in Snape's eyes while they had climaxed together...
Time had altered them both, for better and for worse. Sirius knew that he would never wake up with Severus lying beside him. Too much had changed for that.
He winced as he sat up in the make-shift bed, a dull ache burning through the lower half of his body. Still, he supposed that was the price he paid for the night's empty pleasures. The blankets were sticking in awkward places to his naked body and a lot of his skin felt tacky to the touch.
...For the love of God, you'd think that a simple clean-up spell wouldn't be beyond his consideration...
Discarding the sticky bed sheets, he slid quickly into a pair of trousers. All he wanted now was to get out of this place, get a decent shower and forget all about Severus Snape. He couldn't stay here any longer - to his sensitive animagus nose, the place was still faintly perfumed with the other man's scent. The delicate tang of potions ingredients, clean skin and night-air, all subtly combined to form an aroma as unique as a finger print.
To his dismay, he realized that he himself was covered in the scent.
"Fucking bastard," he muttered darkly to himself.
Authors note: My first ever slash fanfiction! I'm not quite certain how American ratings work, but I decided to put it at an R. There is a generous use of bad language and some adult situations. Plus this is SLASH! Man-on- man action. You have been warned..
If anyone is offended by this fic, or if it goes against any of ff.net's rules, please just email me and I'll take it down. I think I've censored it enough to class as an R, but if not I'd be more than happy to take it down.
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Severus Snape lay on his back staring dully up at the ceiling. His onyx eyes had an uncharacteristic lack of focus about them, exposed chest rising and falling with slow breathing. He drew his eyebrows together in the ghost of a frown.
Again...they had done it again...
Bloody hell.
It was a bleak winter night. The wind howled outside like a live-thing, causing the woods around them to groan and whisper. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, however, within the hut it was actually quite warm. Here everything was quiet, still...completely disconnected from the outside world. It was a completely different universe, one free from the usual rules and inhabitations. It was theirs.
Perhaps that was part of the reason why they came here. It would have been far more convenient - not to mention more comfortable - to simply use his chambers at Hogwarts. He had often idly fantasized about them spending the night together in his bedroom. He thought about it sometimes, late at night, wondering what it would be like to have him there with him...of all the ways that they could fill the lonely hours...
That, of course, was out of the question. He would have never allowed his lover anywhere so personal. The old hut in the middle of the Forbidden Forrest was perhaps not the most atmospheric of places, but it was more than sufficient for meaningless fucking with Sirius Black.
Which was exactly what he had been doing for the past hour or so.
He didn't know why he kept returning for more when the very thought of what they had done disgusted him. He loathed Sirius with every bone in his body, and yet, somehow, he couldn't give him up. Their affair was like a drug...dark and dangerous...intoxicating to the system and sickening to the mind...
...Impossible to refuse.
They had been meeting up like this ever since the former Marauder had returned to England. Thinking about it, he wasn't even sure why. Sirius had never given any explanation for it, and Severus had never cared enough to ask. It was the unwritten rule of their relationship: no talking, no conversation, just straight forward sex. When you talked about something, that meant that you had to think about it...to rationalize it. That wasn't something that neither wanted to do. Not now. Probably not ever.
The old wooden building creaked around them with each gust of wind, a sudden draught under the door breaking the hut's comfortable warmth. He was lying naked in a haphazard nest of blankets and pillows, body exposed from the stomach up. The breeze was uncomfortably cool against his skin, causing him to shiver unconsciously.
Feeling his lover's subtle movement, Sirius's eyes slid open. He was lying on his front with his head resting to one side against a pillow. Severus had been under the impression that he was asleep.
"Cold?" he murmured sleepily.
Snape continued to stare up at the ceiling, his face a mask of indifference. He didn't answer.
Sirius yawned languidly and shifted his position. He now lay with his body pressed against Severus, resting his rough chin against a pale shoulder. "A freezing winter night...you and me naked..." He paused to allow a light smirk to play on his mouth. "Just like old times, hm?"
The sallow-skinned Slytherin gave a hollow grunt and turned away. He wasn't in much of a mood for reminiscing - especially not with a smarmy bastard like Sirius Black. Besides, his earlier activities had left him tired and he wanted to take a nap before he made his way back to Hogwarts.
If Sirius noticed his lack of response, however, he either didn't care or simply chose to ignore it.
Draping an arm around his lover's waist, he rested his forearm against a slender hip and allowed his fingers to brush against the soft inner thigh.
"Roll over."
Seveus scowled, mildly irritated by the order. "Fuck off, Black."
"It's easier to fuck *on*...as you are more than well aware." He raised himself onto his elbow and stared impassively at Snape, dark eyes partially obscured by curtains of tousled hair. "Roll over," he repeated.
Once again, the Potions Master didn't move.
Sirius, undaunted, gave a much-put-upon sigh and pressed closer against his back. His arm was still around the Severus waist, giving him vantage enough to trail his fingers unhurriedly over his partners white thighs. Slim fingers worked their way upwards, encircling the navel before finally coming to rest between his legs.
It half occurred to Sirius that perhaps the other man might not be able to have another go again that evening. They had each climaxed several times already, and neither of them was as young as they used to be...
These was a slow intake of breath from Severus. "What are you doing?"
Talk about asking a stupid question...
"What do you think I'm doing, you bleedin' idiot?" he reproached huskily, giving him a gentle squeeze.
The animagus was pleased to feel his lover tense when he touched him there. Foreplay wasn't something that they indulged in a lot - it was an emotional accessory for something that was, for them, an emotionless act. It seemed like a necessary extravagance at that point though, if he was going to have any hope of getting Snape hard enough to fulfill his own needs.
Severus remained motionless for a long moment. Then, wordlessly, he parted his legs weakly to submit to Sirius's demands...
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It was late in the morning when Sirius Black finally awoke. Pale winter sunshine shone in through the cracks in the closed shutters, bathing the room in a warm half-glow. He gave a short grunt and screwed his eyes tightly shut, sunlight inexplicably painful. After a few moments, he opened them again.
Everything was the same as it had been the night before. The room itself was still as empty and cheerless as ever, devoid of any home comforts save the lantern in the corner. He himself lay in a tangled nest of blankets, pillows and sheets, hastily arranged to form a kind of makeshift bed on the cool flagstone floor. Nothing had changed.
Well, one thing perhaps.
The place beside him was unoccupied. Severus was gone. A quick glance around the hut proved that his robes too had vanished- evidently, the Professor had returned to Hogwarts.
Not that that was in the least bit unexpected.
It was always the same whenever they met up. They would spend a heated night fucking each others brains out, and then, when he woke up, Snape would be gone. No goodbyes, no lingering farewell kisses...nothing.
Sirius snarled darkly to himself and lay back against the blankets, arm draped over the cold space where Severus had lain. How strange that after all these years as lovers - and even longer as enemies - Snape still remained enigmatic to him. There was once a time when the raven-haired Slytherin would have gladly fallen asleep in his arms. That was back when they were young...before Azkaban, before Voldemort...when the biggest problems he had faced was trying to keep his sexuality a secret and trying to find a date for the Yule Ball.
Looking back now, it was difficult to remember exactly why their relationship had started. They had never had much in common, even as youngsters. Maybe it was simply the fact that they were the only two gay guys in the school. Maybe it was something deeper. Whatever the reason, during their seventh year, Snape and Black started sleeping together.
Even back then it was causal. No Valentines cards, no dates...just turn up and fuck. And it hadn't really had that much of an affect on their relationship outside of sex either. Sirius still hung out with the Marauders and teased any Slytherin that dared cross his path; Severus still openly detested their close-knit group. To all extents and purposes, they had been enemies.
...But when they got into their hut and closed the door, they left all that behind them. When they were sleeping together it wasn't a case of Snape and Black...or even of Slytherin and Gryffindor.it was just the innocent exploration of two curious adolescent boys. Just a little harmless fun.
Oh, they still hated each other of course. All the orgasms in the world wouldn't have been able to change that. But there was something intensely satisfying about bedding your worst enemy. The fucking was great, and there was a kind of unspoken understanding between them. Eventually, that understanding had deepened into something else. Neither broached the subject, but they both knew what was happening. For one heady summer they had known love - real love - for the first time in their lives.
Of course, a lot had changed since then.
The sex was still good - as it always had been - but somewhere along the line they had both lost their innocence. There was nothing loving about the sex nowadays. No thought, no feeling, no heart. It was just hard, emotionless fucking. Sirius thought back to the previous night...to the cold, deadened look in Snape's eyes while they had climaxed together...
Time had altered them both, for better and for worse. Sirius knew that he would never wake up with Severus lying beside him. Too much had changed for that.
He winced as he sat up in the make-shift bed, a dull ache burning through the lower half of his body. Still, he supposed that was the price he paid for the night's empty pleasures. The blankets were sticking in awkward places to his naked body and a lot of his skin felt tacky to the touch.
...For the love of God, you'd think that a simple clean-up spell wouldn't be beyond his consideration...
Discarding the sticky bed sheets, he slid quickly into a pair of trousers. All he wanted now was to get out of this place, get a decent shower and forget all about Severus Snape. He couldn't stay here any longer - to his sensitive animagus nose, the place was still faintly perfumed with the other man's scent. The delicate tang of potions ingredients, clean skin and night-air, all subtly combined to form an aroma as unique as a finger print.
To his dismay, he realized that he himself was covered in the scent.
"Fucking bastard," he muttered darkly to himself.