Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: I know it has been ages since I updated this story but here's the next instalment. I was planning on giving some of the earlier chapters a revamp and adding a little more but I find myself strapped for time and inspiration at present. So, I am merely plodding on with the story as planned in the beginning and if and when my muse gets back from her holiday, I will adjust it forthwith.

Enjoy!

Chapter 21: In the dog house

It had been a week.

One week; seven days fourteen hours and fifty five minutes to be precise.

One week; seven days fourteen hours and fifty five minutes to be precise since Severus had spoken a single word to Sirius.

Phew! Slytherins really knew how to bear a grudge.

What made things doubly worse-as well as the silent treatment, was the fact that Sev had continued to sleep on the sofa every night since.

Sirius knew that he'd messed up but in all honesty, it was an accident at the end of the day. It wasn't as if he'd planned it that way; a devious plot to trick Severus into becoming pregnant.

He had given up apologising to him and trying to get him to start speaking to him on the fourth day. Black knew that he would simply have to bide his time and wait for Snape to come around.

"Severus."

No response.

"Sev, I'm horny babe. Come to bed."

Still, no response.

"Please Sev, I'm lonely too. I can't take the silent treatment any longer. I'm sorry, for the millionth time, I'm sorry."

His husband put down his book; got up from off of the sofa and walked over into their bedroom for the first time in seven days, other than the times he'd entered to dress in the mornings.

Sirius followed and silently watched him strip off from the door. He got into bed and waited patiently for Sirius to join him, which he did so reservedly.

They kissed and Severus made love to him wordlessly. No loving sentiments or sex-talk passed his lips and afterwards, he merely rolled over and went to sleep.

The animagus stared at the ceiling for a long time afterwards; an errant tear streaked down the side of his face.

At least he's not sleeping on the sofa anymore. He rationalised.

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And so it carried on for the next month or so. Snape began to speak to his husband again and slowly but surely their relationship began to return to normal. It was only then, when Sirius felt that their argument was safely confined to the dark and distance recesses of the past, that he felt confident to raise the issue of their conceiving a child.

"Sev." He said, waiting for a sign that he had Snape's full attention. "I want you to brew the Conceptionus."

Severus looked up from his dinner; giving him one of his trademark glares.

"Don't you think you've done caused enough problems with his whole baby business?"

"Yes, I made a terrible mistake and for which I have apologised more times than I dare to count but despite this, the outcome remains unaltered." He declared sincerely.

"I really don't think it's a good idea anymore. This is a child we're talking about. If we have learnt anything from this incident; it's that you obviously lack the necessary maturity to parent a child." Sirius was shocked at his husband's venomous tone.

"You talk about maturity and yet here you are reminding me of the fact that I made a grave error in judgment. That's hardly a shining example of someone acting their age is it?" Black retorted. He struggled desperately to remain calm; losing his temper with Severus would only reinforce his argument. However, the potions master seemed to be losing the battle controlling his own anger.

"You're damned right I'm reminding you of it! The consequences of your actions have left me unable to have penetrative sex ever again, lest I become pregnant and you already know my thoughts on that issue."

Sirius sighed resignedly.

"I love you Sev and I would still like us to have a baby and be a family in the fullest sense of the word. I can only do my best to assure that this experience has changed me. I've grown up my love; I just wish that you could get past your anger and prejudices and see that for yourself." Sirius rose from his seat with all the grace and dignity an aristocratic Black heir should display; wiped his mouth on the linen napkin and wordlessly made his exit.

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The steaming hot water beat down over his naked body as he showered away the day's grime. He couldn't believe he and Sev had argued again.

Well, it was back to square one.

Persona non grata

As he contemplated their current situation, he felt two strong arms envelope his torso and the head of his husband rest upon his right shoulder.

"I'm sorry Siri. You are right and I was wrong."

"I-." Severus cut him off.

"No, let me finish babe." He said solemnly. "It doesn't make it alright but I accept it was an accident. I shouldn't have negated you. And you're right, you have grown up."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me."

"I've got a free period last thing tomorrow; how about we go to Bratherton's and pick up the required ingredients for the potion?"

Sirius turned in his lover's arms to face him.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious Sirius." Sev joked with his usual deadpan manner.

"Dick!" Black slapped Severus' shoulder playfully.

"No, this is a dick and a hard one at that." Snape ground his erection against his husband's muscled stomach.

Black brought his hand up to cup his cheek tenderly. "Make love to me Sev, right here. Show me how much you love me."

Severus turned Sirius around and gently pushed him towards the wall; Black bracing his upper body against the tiled surface. Snape dropped to his knees and began massaging the firm globes of his lover's arse.

"This arse is a fucking work of art." He muttered.

"Flatterer." Sirius laughed.

Severus parted the cheeks; his breath ghosted over the wrinkled flesh of his anus and he watched mesmerised as it contracted in reaction to the stimulation. His tongue darted out to test its texture.

Sirius keened in arousal, which prompted him onwards.

He wiggled the pointed tip over the entrance; loosen its constriction and lubricating it ready for his entry.

"Holy fuck! Do it Sev, do it now. I need you, hard and fast."

"Impatient mutt." He gave one last flick of his tongue and slapped a firm cheek as he rose.

"You asked for it." Severus firmly grasped his cock at the base and prodded tentatively against the puckered ring.

Sirius felt the muscle give way as the rock hard flesh of his lover's prick pierced him and he groaned in ecstasy. He never wanted to lose the thrill of having his love; his other self become one with him. Ever.

Severus thrust deep and hard and Sirius pushed back as they strived towards climax in the age old rhythm of coupling.

"Siri, fuck! You're so tight. I'm not going to last long babe. Come for me babe. Please, Merlin, come for me now!"

The impassioned plea of his husband sent Sirius hurtling over the precipice and his seed spurted against the pristine tiles; quickly washed away by the descending cascade of water.

Severus couldn't hold back any longer. The climactic contractions triggered his own orgasm and pumped deep into Sirius, flooding him with his own creamy emission.

As their mutual tremors gradually died away, Snape placed a loving kiss on Sirius' shoulder.

"I'd like to say 'I promise never to fuck up again' but I just know that is one promise that I will break." He said wryly.

Severus was silent for a moment as he thought a while.

"That doesn't matter. How about I promise always to forgive you when you 'fuck up' and then you won't break any promise?" He said, hugging Sirius close to him.

"You always were the better man of the two of us love."