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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
- 20
- 21
- 22
Chapter
21

“Where have you been?” Sirius complained the moment
Severus walked in the door.

“About,” Severus answered because he knew it drove Sirius
mad to have information withheld from him. He would get this
petulant look on his face, as if Severus had been off having fun
without him.

“About,” Sirius pouted. “You know, I think I liked
it better when you were bedridden. You couldn't go places without me
knowing about it.”

Severus awarded him with a rare smile. “I went to the
apothecary,” he answered. “And to the lawyer to sign the
deed of my house over to that muggle couple.”

“Oh! That's final then?” Sirius asked. When Severus had
told him he was putting his house on the market, Sirius had been
pleasantly surprised. Of course, Severus offered a number of logical
reasons: starting next term he would be at Hogwarts again most of the
year, and if he would be spending summers here – as Sirius had
all but begged – it would only be collecting dust and sapping
money. Ergo, there was really no point in keeping it. Yes, all very
logical, but Sirius had been able to translate it into 'I'm doing
this because I love you' even though Severus still hadn't said
those three magical words.

Severus gave a curt nod. “I suppose it's good to finally be
rid of it. Are you disappointed? Now you really are stuck with me.”

“I'm thrilled,” Sirius said. “Let's throw a party.”

“Don't be ridiculous. You would throw a party over doing the
washing if I let you.”

“Well, it can be a party of two...” Sirius compromised.
“You. Me. Some strawberries and chocolate, a bit of
champagne...”

Severus smirked, but only with his eyes. Back to seduction, then?
He had to admit, if only to himself, that he let Sirius seduce him
far more frequently than he ought to. The man was getting spoiled,
but he supposed if Sirius could spoil him with desserts, then
spoiling Sirius with sex was fair play, and he adored it – not
just for the sex, but for how Sirius always made him feel desirable.

His health hadn't improved enough to return to teaching this year,
but Minerva had already hired him for next, and Slughorn had agreed
to teach just one more year before retiring again. As for
Defense Against the Dark Arts, Moody had agreed to teach it, just the
once, for real this time. McGonagall seemed quite happy that next
year, she would have a more long term arrangement with Sirius.
Severus feared for his sanity a bit, if Sirius was going to be
influencing the students with his manic cheer and love of pranks, but
really, he was getting used to the more fun-loving side of the man as
time went on...especially as most of their fun was had in the
bedroom...or, now that Harry had moved out, the drawing room, and the
library, the bathroom...the kitchen...

“You really think of nothing but sex,” he chided.

“Mn. I learned that from you,” Sirius answered, slipping
his arms around Snape and gently kissing the angry scars on his neck.
They had healed quite well, really. There would always be a dark
mark of sorts left behind, but that was fine. It would remind them
what they'd been through to get here.

“Perhaps you could wear the dress again,” Severus teased.

Sirius blushed. He was never going to live down that disguise.
“Pervert,” he chided.

“Me? You're the one who has worn ladies' undergarments, aren't
you?”

“I had to!”

“Had to? I would think the dress would be quite sufficient
without the bloomers,” Snape teased. They often had this
particular conversation. Now that Snape was quite well again –
save the dark scar on his neck that would probably always be with him
– he brought Sirius's episode of cross-dressing up at every
opportunity. He really couldn't resist. Every time he did Sirius
turned an adorable blotchy sort of red and started to shift and
stutter. He was usually the one caught off guard by Sirius and
reduced to awkward incoherence, so he rather enjoyed making Sirius
blush. “Perhaps, you liked dressing up as a woman, and that is
why it embarrasses you so, hm? I'll admit, you were quite fetching,
though I personally think you look much better without the artificial
breasts.” To illustrate his point he placed his palms on
Sirius's chest and pressed him against the wall, dragging his thumbs
over the man's nipples through his shirt to tease him.

Sirius gasped softly, grabbing his lover's hips and pulling them
against him. “I rather think all the ruffles would get in the
way of a good shag, don't you?” he answered, hoping to divert
the subject and gain an upper hand in their battle of words.

No such luck. Severus pressed his thumbs more firmly into Sirius's
nipples, leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw and suckle gently on
his earlobe. “Perhaps just the corset and stockings, in that
case,” he teased. He wasn't really serious, but Sirius didn't
have to know that. It was a rather delectable at least? Sirius
sprawled out on the bedding in a corset and a pair of thigh highs...

“So good of you to compromise,” Sirius retorted
sarcastically.

“Well, benevolent souls such as myself...” Severus
answered, unable to keep a wry sort of smile from his lips –
that was such a blatant fallacy that even he couldn't help but find
it amusing that he'd said it at all.

Sirius laughed. “Merlin, you really are cute,” he
murmured, pulling Snape's face down into a deep kiss. “And
funny,” he added another kiss to his jaw. “And sexy.”
He pressed his lips to the dark mark on the man's neck.

Severus purred softly, tilting his head to allow Sirius better
access. The skin around the scar was even more sensitive than it had
ever been, so Sirius's lips and tongue dragging along it felt
incredible. He moaned softly, rolled his hips against Sirius's
erection.

“You get the champagne, I'll get the stockings?” Sirius
offered.

“Forget them both,” Severus said. “Let's just go
upstairs.”

“Mn, you're right. All I need is you.”

*

By the time they made it to the bedroom, neither man had a stitch of
clothing left. It had been abandoned in the foyer, the stairwell,
the landing, and out in the hall. Sirius's boxers were cast aside
somewhere outside the bedroom door. Sometimes, it felt as if the
honeymoon would never be over, but he was pretty sure he didn't mind.
Severus didn't seem to offer any protests either, but Sirius well
knew it was hard to say much of anything with one's mouth full.

Severus let go of his nipple with a pop and pressed Sirius against
the wall as he slid down to his knees, trailing his tongue around
Sirius's navel before moving lower, cupping his balls, holding his
hip steady, and swallowing his shaft with the long slide of his
tongue and a flutter of his lashes that said he was enjoying every
inch sliding down his throat.

Sirius moaned and laced his fingers in the man's hair. “Nngh,
god...you're incredible...”

Severus smirked around the shaft and pressed his tongue against the
pulsing vein, hummed slightly in reply and watched Sirius gasp and
writhe as the vocalization made his shaft vibrate. He bobbed his
head, relentless in his assault, and greedily drank Sirius's moans
along with his first release of the evening. He sat back, licking
his lips as Sirius slumped breathless to the floor.

“Fuck...” Sirius gasped. “You're way too good with
your mouth.”

Severus smirked. “I think your mouth is a bigger concern,”
he said, pressing his lips to it and relishing in the way Sirius
eagerly dragged his tongue over ever corner of his mouth, tasting his
own essence there. “You are incredibly loud, you know.”

“Sorry,” Sirius rasped.

“Don't apologize,” Severus answered. “I love it.”

It. Dammit. One word off. Still, it was close. Sirius grinned. “I
love you,” he replied. “My sexy Slytherin.”

Sirius pulled him forward and cupped his bottom, devouring his mouth
in another deep kiss before he could hear the man not say it back.
He knew Severus loved him. You didn't sell your house over a good
shag, after all. Still, he wanted to hear it – not all the
time, just once in a while would be enough.

The irony was Severus had been about to say it. He hadn't been
thinking about it, but the words had been ready to pass his lips when
they were so vigorously claimed by his lover. He moaned into the
kiss and wrapped his fingers around Sirius's already hardening shaft.
It didn't seem as if they were going to make it as far as the bed
this time, either, as Sirius groaned and flicked his wand to bring
the duvet down to the floor and push Severus back against it. Heh.
That was nostalgic. 'I should have had the forethought to take
mine out of my robes on the way up too...' Severus remembered.
His own wand had been cast aside thoughtlessly in their trek
upstairs. He was neurotic about always having it with him, but one
kiss from Sirius and he had a completely different sort of wand on
his mind. And speaking of wands, he arched off the duvet as he felt
the familiar preparation spells cycle through his anus. In spite of
what he'd said to Sirius so long ago now about not being a bottom any
longer, he still couldn't resist bending over for this man, letting
him have his way.

He groaned in bliss when Sirius kissed his inner thigh, pulled one
leg up over his shoulder and straddled the other, slipping his thick
shaft in sideways. “Oh! Fuck yes...” By now, they'd
tried pretty much every position they could imagine and loved them
all. Severus found his favorites were always the ones where he could
look into his love's eyes, but reveled in whatever pounding Sirius
saw fit to give him. It was always just the way he liked it: raucous
and exuberant. Sirius's moans always egged him on and in no time
they were both panting hoarsely, crying each other's names, and
sharing heated, sloppy kisses. These past months in Grimauld Place,
they'd taken their share of pleasure from one another, but this was
the first time it truly felt like it used to – the way they
would touch each other when they were young, instinctively knowing
what the other man wanted the most, unable to keep their hands off of
one another or separate their bodies for more than a moment.

Severus nearly lost his voice crying out his first release, but that
made him no less eager to lift himself to his knees and purr at the
slide of Sirius's flesh into him from behind as they worked their way
towards the second, thrusting his hips eagerly back and shuddering
when Sirius tightened his grip on his hips, ground into his prostate,
and bit into his shoulder as he came again. Nor did it stop him from
bucking another orgasm into Sirius's mouth a mere twenty minutes
later, and swallowing his lover in kind. And the fact that it was
the middle of the night when they woke again did nothing to dissuade
him from straddling his lover's hips for another round, smiling down
at him as he eased himself onto the familiar cock, shuddering in
ecstasy as it spread him open yet again. He knew it was madness,
that they were both far too old to spend the night alternating
between mindless rutting and the kind of exhausted slumber that only
vigorous sex could inspire, but there was this voice in his head that
reminded him a good replenishing potion would recover them well
enough in the morning. ...or afternoon... when they woke up. 'Must
be a full moon,' he thought as he rocked his hips and Sirius
groaned his name loudly, tugging on his prick and sitting up to suck
and bite at his nipples.

“Nngh...Merlin...Sirius...how do you do this to me...every
time?” Severus cried out, blinded by passion. Sirius
devastated him. He was a grown man. Why was it that Sirius could
still make him feel like a randy teenager? And so easily! He
destroyed his defenses and turned him into little more than a series
of nerve endings and pleasure receptors that all screaming 'god, yes,
fuck me hard, scream my name louder. I'm yours.'

“Same way...you do it to me...” Sirius groaned as he
bucked up into Severus again and again, harder and harder. He knew it
too – that they were really way too old to spend the night
alternating between napping and shagging, and on the floor no less,
but it felt so right and so real. It was the first time since they
were boys that Severus was really letting himself go and Sirius
couldn't help but take advantage of it. He pulled Severus down onto
him buried to the hilt when he came again, groaning as his lover's
seed splattered across his chest. Severus, seductive little nymph
that he was, began to lick him clean.

“Oh, fuck. Severus, don't...or I'm going to want to go again.”

Severus smirked at him as his teeth latched onto his nipple, and
didn't say a word as he continued. Sirius was just so cute when he
was sated like this, barely able to move his limbs, and he knew the
man loved being licked clean, so he wanted to do it for him. His
tongue slid across every plane, dipped into every crease. He knew he
was a complete mess, that he should be utterly exhausted, but doting
on and pleasuring Sirius seemed far more important than rest.

“Sev, seriously,” Sirius groaned, but he was lacing his
fingers in the man's hair, egging him on as he worked his way further
down his body. “If I shag you again, you won't be able to walk
tomorrow.”

“Perhaps walking is over-rated,” Severus answered,
licking a long, slick stream off of his lover's thigh, but even as he
said it he knew he was going to be seriously aching from their
over-zealousness so far. Another go could well tip the scales from
aches and pains in a few hours to seriously unable to move, but at
the moment he really didn't care. It was so good to be with Sirius
again, really be with him, to trust him with his body and his
soul.

Sirius shook his head and pulled Severus up into a deep, lingering
kiss. “I've figured out why god gave you this nose,” he
said, kissing the end of the over-sized organ.

“Have you now?” Severus asked dryly.

“Mmhmm. Without it, you'd be too perfect,” Sirius
answered sleepily. He pet Snape's hair, kissed his sensitive throat.
“And if you were perfect, you'd never be satisfied with the
likes of me.”

Sexually-sated and too tired to realize how tired he truly was,
Severus was far more open. It was like having his younger self back
– watching the play of emotions on his face, all of them sweet,
and adorable, but much more distinguished. Sirius kissed the crease
of his brow, the tiny wrinkle that was starting to form beside his
eye, the prominent nose, the thin, but very talented lips.

Severus settled beside him and rolled his eyes. There wasn't a single
thing about him that was perfect, but by now it was no secret that
Sirius was just deluded enough to honestly believe his own words.
“How did I ever fall in love with a fool like you?” he
answered. 'Why did I wait so long to fall?' he thought. He'd
been afraid to love Sirius, afraid to let go of Lily. Even before she
began dating James, he knew he couldn't have her, but he clung to her
because he couldn't have her, because that kind of love was
safe. Sirius wasn't safe. Sirius was full of passion and danger
and everything he needed out of a lover. 'Which is why it scared
me so much that I was growing attached to him, that he'd grown
attached to me. I was a coward. I shouldn't have run away from him
like that. We lost half of the life we could have spent together,
and I've no one to blame for that but myself.'

Sirius beamed at him, but then groaned as he got up.

“Where are you going?” Severus protested. He was just
getting rather comfortable, coming down from the high and back to
reality, and right when he was expecting Sirius to cuddle he was
getting up. Why?

“Wand and shaving potion. I made you a promise.”

Severus looked at him as though he'd completely lost his mind. “What
promise?”

“I promised I'd shave when you said you loved me.”

Severus thought back a moment and the realized he had actually just
admitted it. 'How did I ever fall in love with a fool like you?'
he'd said. “Idiot,” he said, pulling Sirius back down to
the duvet. “Do it tomorrow.”

“Say you love me again,” Sirius replied, curling into the
other man's shoulder.

“I love you again,” Severus echoed. “Now shut up
and go to sleep.”

“Okay,” Sirius answered, happily curling into his lover's
side. He only managed to maintain silence for about forty seconds.
“Hey, Sev?”

“What is it now?” Snape sighed.

“Marry me?”

Snape's eyes shot open. “What?”

Sirius sat up a bit and locked his gaze. “Marry me,” he
said more firmly. “We've wasted enough of our lives fucking
around, haven't we?”

“Sirius, we're both men. We live together. What difference
does a ceremony make?” It wasn't that he hated the idea. He
loved that Sirius cared enough to ask. It just seemed pointless.

“It makes all the difference,” Sirius pouted. “It
makes you mine.”

“I'm already yours,” Severus sighed. “You must
know that by now.”

“I know it,” he said. “And you know it, but the
world doesn't know it, and I want them to. You're finally mine, Sev.
I think that calls for a party, don't you?”

Severus chuckled softly. “You and your parties.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” Severus answered. “If it means that much to
you.”

Sirius snogged the hell out of him for the answer. “Don't
worry,” he said. “I won't expect you to remember our
anniversary.”

“Good, I wouldn't know which one I'm supposed to remember.”
The day they first kissed? The day they first shagged? The day they
were reunited, and now a wedding? He couldn't even begin to imagine
which one was the most relevant. If it were up to Severus, it would
be the day of the final battle – the day Sirius saved his life,
and gave him a reason to live it. That would always be the one
closest to his heart. Always.

To
Be Continued...
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