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Best Served Cold	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 12564 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-Epilogue
- 18
- 19
- 20
Chapter
19

“He is terrorizing the staff,” a stately older
woman protested. She sat down, then got up and began pacing, then
repeated the process.

“I think terrorizing is a bit harsh,” Sirius said.
“He's just a bit antsy.”

“He lectured one of the new Assistant Healers about the proper
preparation of a sleeping draught and how to administer it to a
patient so thoroughly she handed in her resignation! In tears! Mr.
Kingsley, you must find another arrangement. He is
intolerable.”

“He is infirmed, Director. Surely it can't be that
bad.”

“It is! And he can't even get out of bed on his own. What will
he be like when he can move about?”

“But you said yourself that he is in need of almost constant
attending in his current health,” Kingsley tried to placate the
exhausted Hospital Director.

“He can come live at my house, and I can take care of him,”
Sirius piped up again, even though he was mostly being ignored.
“I've read every book I own at least three times, and they're
all dreadfully boring. I could rather do with a good hobby, and maybe
a lecture or two would be worth it for the company.”

“Sirius, don't be foolish. You've no background in healing,”
Kingsley reminded.

“So, I have good instincts,” he declared. “And
Severus has plenty of skill with healing. Now that he's well enough
to talk, he can tell me what to do. I'm perfectly capable of
following instructions.”

“Then he is yours, effective immediately,” the Director
declared before Kingsley could get in any further word of protest.
Whether or not Sirius Black was a serial killer (which was still a
matter of some debate), she would be rid of Severus Snape
before he sent her entire staff to the Mental Health Ward.

Sirius grinned. Severus was his responsibility now? Brilliant! All
alone in the house together, with the other man speaking again and,
okay, bedridden, but otherwise up to his old antics – dry
sarcasm and a bitter sense of humor, which Sirius had grown to love
in spite of himself. “I'll go tell him!” he declared, and
was halfway up the hall before Kingsely called after him, “Sirius,
wait. You can't go wandering about on your own!”

He sighed heavily. Babysitting Sirius Black was turning out to be
roughly the equivalent of burping a baby dragon.

*

“How are you feeling today?” Sirius asked as he sat
gently on the edge of the bed. He'd only barely remembered to be
gentle. Yesterday, he'd flopped carelessly beside Severus, who let
out an undignified yelp of pain and a string of curses before going
on a wheezy sort of rant about caring for the infirmed and not
causing undue stress.

“Like I've been trampled by a stampede of hipogriffs,”
Severus answered flatly, holding out his hands for the weak tea with
honey Sirius had been making him for the past week and a half that
he'd been at Grimauld Place. For all of his complaints about
Sirius's bedside manner, he was much more comfortable here than at
the hospital. He felt considerably more relaxed, and as a result was
healing more quickly. He was still in no condition for much more
than sitting in bed, but the situation was rather amenable,
comparatively speaking. The Ministry – meddlesome old codgers
that they were – had forbidden any texts on the dark arts, so
most of the books in the Black Family Library had been taken out of
the house and were being temporarily stored in Sirius's vault at
Gringotts, but other reading material was plentiful enough, and
yesterday, Potter actually offered to pick some of his own books up
from the school, if he wrote down the names of the ones he wanted.
'All of them' seemed to be pushing his luck. Potter. That was a
bizarre situation that he preferred not to think about. As of late
the boy seemed to be under the mistaken impression that imparting his
memories for the greater good (when he thought he was going to die
and not have to bear the humiliation, mind you) meant that they could
now let bygones be bygones and become friends. That wasn't likely,
but at least the boy was a bit more reasonable when he wasn't trying
to save the Wizarding World. Almost tolerable, even.

'Or perhaps you are just making a bit of extra effort, since he is
an important part of Sirius's life, Severus,'
the annoying voice in his head reminded him. He had a sinking
feeling it might just be his conscience, and decided he would not be
considering why it sounded exactly like a seven year old Lily Evans.
That was a can of psychological issues he was just not going to be
opening any time soon. It was a bit calming, to be honest, that some
manner of Lily was still with him (even if that version insisted on
being a perpetual nuisance), because it proved that he could think
about Lily and still adore the idiot Gryffindor who had taken him
hostage.

“Better, then,” Sirius chirped with a bemused smile.
“Yesterday you felt like you were trapped in a tank full of
blast-ended skrewts.”

“Don't remind me,”
Severus replied flatly. He had his good days and his bad days.
Anything involving a comparison to Hagrid's gods-forsaken skrewts was
a very, very bad day. Hippogriffs were rather an improvement. He
ached everywhere, but at least his throat and chest no longer burned.
The poison had long since left his system, but the damage it had
done to his internal organs, even with regular infusions of
replenishing potion and full-aura cleansings, would take time to
repair.

He set the teacup aside, after drinking about half of it. Hot tea
with honey was a muggle cure, but it worked wonders on his sore
throat so he wasn't about to knock it. “I think you can make
the tea a bit stronger next time,” he said.

“And the pain-numbing potion? Should I go renew it at the
hospital today?”

Severus shook his head marginally. “I'd like to wait a day or
two longer and see.” He hated taking it. It clouded his mind
worse than alcohol – he would fall asleep in the middle of
sentences and mumble things he'd rather not share with Sirius (or
anyone for that matter) whilst he was unconscious. If he could make
do with a more generic pain-killing draught and a few aches and
pains, he would do it, but he knew he was probably trying to push
himself too far, too soon.

“If you say so, but there's only enough for another three or
four days, at best,” Sirius frowned that worried little frown
he got on his face and risked sliding a bit closer.

'He hasn't caught on yet that he can sit as close as he pleases
and I won't complain,' Severus
thought. Yes, it was awkward, fancying Sirius, but also a relief to
finally admit it. Now Severus could just enjoy his feelings, and how
close the other man liked to be to him, and how much like a stupid
child with a crush Sirius often acted in his presence, and wonder
what in the world he ever did to make such a handsome man take such a
liking to him. Whatever it was, Severus decided, it was obviously an
accident. 'A rather happy accident, though,'
he decided.

“Soup again today?” Sirius asked.

Severus nodded. He was terribly
sick of it already, but he still couldn't swallow very well.
Anything more than the smallest of bites opened the wounds on his
neck again, and then they had to be spelled closed and re-bandaged.
They really ought to be left alone as much as possible, so it would
be soup for a while longer. “I think I can manage something
with meat in it now though, as long as it is cut small.” He
hated saying that. It made him feel like a helpless toddler needing
his meals cut up for him, but it was better than the weeks in which
spoon-feeding really was
the only way for him to get any nourishment. He could at least hold
a spoon on his own now. He thought he might try to walk a bit when
Sirius was preparing dinner. He didn't dare say that, though, or
Sirius would raise a fit about how he wasn't nearly well enough yet
to be walking about. The man had learned his lesson from the nurses
well. Only the most durable (and discreet) physician was sent to the
house for his weekly check-ups. He was a pencil-thin man with a
rabbity sort of face, but his gentle demeanor was a front. When he
gave a lecture, Snape didn't think even his own could hold water
against it.

“I'll add a bit of beef, then. I found a good cut at the muggle
market yesterday morning. It ought to be really tender.”

They were having such a domestic conversation that Severus couldn't
help a bemused smirk. “When did you become such a good wife?”
he teased.

“Probably around the time you
became such an ungrateful husband,” Sirius quipped, wrinkling
his nose. His steel gray eyes said, 'Wife? Jerk. I'll show
you who the wife is.'

“Ungrateful?” Severus asked. “I've been on my best
behavior ever since you brought me home with you.”

“Well, that's the problem, isn't it?” Sirius teased. “A
little bad behavior wouldn't kill you, would it?” He
slid in closer, blatantly hinting that he was hoping, now that
Severus was feeling a bit better, for a little affection. He felt
intensely nervous about the blatant flirting. There was no telling
how the other man would react. The most he'd won from Severus since
he'd tried his hand at wooing him were a few kisses, and he had to
work for every last one of them. It was retarded, because he knew
Snape at the very least wanted him. Whether or not he fancied him was
a far more questionable matter.

“It might,” Severus answered. “At the very least,
it could prove painful.”

Sirius sighed, defeated. “I was afraid of that,” he
answered. He'd just have to wait a while longer before trying again.

“Perhaps,” Severus drawled, “if you came a bit
closer.”

“If I were any closer I'd be...oh.” Sirius colored a bit
at his own stupidity and shifted his weight carefully to straddle the
other man's lap, unable to contain a stupid grin. He rested his hands
on Snape's shoulders and shifted his weight, settled back onto his
heels. “Hm...I think I could get used to this,” he
declared playfully, leaning down to Severus to claim his lips.

Severus had to tilt his head a bit to accommodate the kissing. He
felt it tear a bit at the scabbing wounds, but for the moment the
pain wasn't so bad that he was willing to interrupt Sirius from his
attentions. He opened his mouth to let the other man deepen the kiss
and wrapped his arms around the man's back, gently clutching and
caressing. For a moment, trapped in a perfect kiss, Severus found
himself amazed – in spite of the pain of his injuries –
that he could have ever done anything to deserve it. He had always
known that life wasn't fair, but to find he had the opportunity to
feel this way about someone not once, but twice, in the span
of his life made him feel that the scales had tipped recklessly into
his favor. Could everyone say that they had loved another deeply
once in their lifetime? Twice seemed too much, as if he'd cheated
fate somehow. He let Sirius feel all the emotion in the kiss that he
couldn't bring himself to verbalize, but he doubted the man
understood. He was rather daft, really, but it was cute when he
realized he'd missed something obvious, so Severus found he didn't
mind. Sirius was a Gryffindor, after all – subtlety had ever
been lost on the lot of them.

It was only when he turned his head a bit too far to deepen the kiss
that they had to stop. He hissed and very nearly bit into Sirius's
lip. “...sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly.

Sirius nearly swooned from the awkward apology. “No, it's
fine. I should be the one apologizing, trying to seduce you when
you're unwell.” He felt like a complete arse for it now, to be
honest. Severus had nearly died. He couldn't even walk across the
room without help. What was he doing, trying to snog him to death?

“You aren't to blame for my every malady, Sirius. I tilted my
head a bit too far, that's all. Perhaps if we lie back a bit. I can
rest my head against the pillows to keep myself from moving it too
much.”

“You're sure?” Sirius asked, but Severus was already
carefully lowering himself. Sirius took the hint and slid another
pillow beneath his head. “Cozy?” he asked, bemused.

It was certainly an improvement. He pulled Sirius back down to him
and cupped the back of the man's head to return to the kiss. Ah,
that was much better.

Sirius shifted his hips to rest more comfortably in the new position
and groaned into Snape's mouth when their groins rubbed together.

Severus rasped a bit. “Do that again.”

“I shouldn't.” Anything more than kissing could really
hurt Severus. It was stupid that he'd come onto him like this.

“Do it anyway,” Severus answered against his lips.
Feeling something other than pain was a nice change of pace.

Sirius ground his hips down again and Severus let out a quivering
breath. 'Yes. Oh yes...'

“Fuck...Sev. Really, this is a bad idea, isn't it?”

“It's brilliant,” Severus countered. “Actual
physical activity will be good for me.” Like exercise, Severus?
I don't really think the doctor would agree that frotting counts as
physical therapy. “I promise to behave and not move overmuch.
You can do all the work if it worries you so much.”

“You're in so much pain. I just don't want to make it worse,”
Sirius hedged, but even as he said it he'd begun to gently rock his
hips again, his groin beginning to heat and bulge in his pants. He
could feel Snape's manhood rising to meet it.

“Your concern is noted,” Severus exhaled. “And
disregarded. I am well enough for this much. Touch me, Sirius. Isn't
this what you wanted all along? I am completely at your mercy.
Really, you ought to be taking advantage of it while it lasts.”

“Is that what this is? Taking advantage?” Sirius asked.

Severus looked annoyed. “If you're going to get philosophical
on me, then get off.”

Sirius sighed. “Fine. Have it your way. You always do.”

“What are you going on about now?”

“It's true. 'Compromise' isn't in your vocabulary, is it? And
neither is humility, or romance, or relationship, I'd wager.”
Sirius complained, heaving a dramatic sigh. “But I adore you
all the same. I guess I'm mental after all.”

“You do not call allowing you to feed and bathe me, being
perfectly agreeable to the godforsaken Healer as he pokes me with his
blasted wand, a 'compromise'?”

“It doesn't count if you're too ill to defend yourself.”

“Too ill indeed,” Severus replied. He would prove
Sirius wrong in that. “I am perfectly capable of handling at
least the most basic necessities on my own, a few extra as well, I
should think.” He ignored the pain in his neck and
overwhelming dizziness as he abruptly sat up and flipped them over so
that Sirius was pinned beneath him.

Sirius yelped. He hadn't expected Severus to have enough strength in
him to do anything with that sort of speed and it knocked the wind
out of him for a moment. The man he loved was hovering over him with
their half-mast erections pressed together, so his surprise was
quickly overrun by passion. Severus rolled his hips and leaned down
to drag his tongue along the column of Sirius's throat, earning a
soft moan for the effort.

“Mmn...” That felt far too nice. Severus ground his hips
against the other man's more insistently and Sirius thoughtlessly
bucked up to meet him. They continued this way, working up a
wordless pace between them that left them both panting softly until
Severus reached down and unfastened his would-be lover's fly, pulling
his erection free and giving it a few firm tugs that had Sirius
clinging to him, gasping for breath. “Oh, fuck yes...Sev...”
How did Severus always manage to turn him into a puddle of lecherous
ooze so quickly? It was silly, they weren't teenagers any longer, and
yet, Severus's touch made him feel just as young and vivacious as it
ever had. He was already teetering on the edge as he reached forward,
glad for the drawstring trousers of Snape's bedclothes – it
made it much easier to tug them down and out of the way, cup his
tight arse and pull their bare cocks together.

Severus moaned, taking the hint to rock against the bare flesh.
Wonderful. Amazing. How something so simple as physical contact could
so easily fill the empty spaces in his heart and soul boggled his
mind and ensnared his senses completely. The pain of his injuries,
or how reckless it was to prove Sirius wrong when he really was
terribly unwell, hardly registered. All that mattered now was the
way Sirius arched beneath him, the fire spreading from his groin to
his belly and thighs and quickly taking control of his body until he
felt as if his entire body was aflame with desire. Only Sirius could
make him lose control like this. It had always been only Sirius.
Yes, he'd had his fun with Lupin, of course, and plenty of it, but it
wasn't the same. It was pleasant – more than pleasant –
intense, but it didn't have the same desperate quality to it,
the same animal need. Only Sirius could make him feel that,
both then and now. And now? Now there was no harm in admitting it.
It was love, after all. If he was in love with the man, there was no
shame in his common sense sometimes taking a back seat to his desire.
Even so, there was no reason he had to tell Sirius that; it was more
entertaining to keep him guessing for a while. 'Not nearly as
'entertaining' as feeling him pressed against me, though. At
last.'

Why had he pushed Sirius away for so long again? Oh, right, because
he thought what Sirius wanted was a good shag, and not all the
baggage that went with it. Well, he'd dealt with his share of the
baggage these past months, so fair was fair. He wrapped his long
fingers around their members and with three firm strokes both men
cried out in climax.

Severus fell to the mattress beside Sirius, chiding himself for
exerting far too much energy. As the initial rush of pleasure faded
he found his neck throbbed and every bone in his body ached. He let
his eyes drift closed against the pain as he felt the familiar tingle
of a cleaning spell that Sirius was thoughtful enough to cast before
curling against his side.

“Okay,” Sirius panted softly. “You win. You're
not as ill as I thought.”

“Sirius.”

“Let me guess, shut up and let you enjoy the afterglow?”
Sirius chuckled.

“That too.”

Sirius quirked a brow and sat up enough to look down at the other
man. He could see a bit of blood seeping through the bandages. 'Damn
it, torn open again?'

“Tomorrow,” Severus said slowly. Every syllable was
agony after over-exerting himself. “Go to the hospital to
renew the subscription to the pain-numbing potion.”

Sirius couldn't help a grin in spite of his lover's agony. “I
told you!” he declared. “Honestly, you're way too
stubborn.”

“Sirius...” Severus said, and the word sounded like half
a groan.

“What is it?” Sirius asked. He half-expected Snape to
request he fetch a dose of the potion now.

“Shut up and let me enjoy the afterglow,” Severus said
hoarsely, but with the barest hint of a smirk. Enjoy? Yeah, right.
Now that the fun was over he hurt everywhere. He wouldn't be pulling
a stunt like that again any time soon. Even so...Sirius resting
against him like this was nice.

“You got it, boss,” Sirius snickered. He didn't offer
any further smart-ass commentary...well, for now, anyway.

To
Be Continued...
- 18
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