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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
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Chapter
22

“Have I mentioned how much I hate dress robes?” Sirius
complained as he fiddled with his tie.

Harry laughed. “Maybe you should have thought of that before
you proposed,” he teased.

“It was the heat of the moment; I wasn't thinking much at all.
I just...I feel like a penguin,” he complained. “I look
like a penguin. Severus is going to tease me.”

“You look great. He's not going to tease you. Well, not about
your clothes, anyway. He'll probably give you hell about your nerves,
though.”

“I can't help it. Getting married is a big deal, isn't it? I
mean, everyone always makes it seem like a big deal. And...I mean.”
Sirius stopped himself from babbling at his godson like a fool.
“I've been waiting for this day for a very, very long time,
Harry. I can't help being a bit over-excited, can I?”

Harry grinned. “It's good to see you so happy, Sirius.
Really, it is. And if it's Snape that makes you get that giddy
schoolgirl look on your face, then I think that's great. You both
deserve it after all you've been through.” Okay, so Snape was
still a jerk, but maybe a bit of happiness would calm down his evil
dictator side a bit. And Harry really was Happy for Sirius, even if
it meant that Snape was about to become family in a much more
official capacity. “Now get going, your husband-to-be is
waiting for you.”

Sirius grinned, but his stomach was still full of butterflies
straight through seeing the love of his life in dress robes,
stuttering through the 'I Do's' and being pronounced Mister and
Mister Black-Snape. The party seemed to pass in a blur of
congratulations, a large quantity of booze, and a cake that would
make Hagrid proud. And dancing – there was lots and lots of
dancing. He even got Severus out on the dance floor for more than
just the obligatory first dance – only for the slow ones
though. 'Heh. Closet romantic who doesn't know the meaning of the
word 'fun'. That's my lov—my husband.' That little school
girl in his head did some happy squealing. On the one hand, it
really didn't make much of a difference, in the day to day, whether
they were married or not – Severus had been right about that.
On the other, somehow it changed everything and meant the world.

He wanted Severus to understand that. So, he'd decided. Tonight, on
their wedding night, things would be different. 'I just hope it
doesn't hurt as much as I've heard. Severus certainly seems to like
it, at the very least. He also seems to like the idea of me in
girl's clothing, so...here goes nothing, then. Special
occasion,after all.'

*

Married. Amazing. Severus didn't think this day would ever come. Now
that it was here he felt as though, surely, he must be dreaming.
Someone actually loved him enough to marry him? Sirius had looked so
handsome in his dress robes, and so happy that he couldn't help but
humor him when he dragged him out to the dance floor.

Harry had even made a rather pleasant toast – not exactly a
prize as far as speeches go, but at least he hadn't made a complete
fool of himself. His friend Ron, on the other hand,apparently started
singing after a few too many drinks, and whether he was drunkenly out
of key or just tone deaf was a subject that was still up for debate.
Severus wouldn't admit that watching him had actually been rather
amusing. And then there was the cake – the cake had been
delicious.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, combed and
wand-dried his hair and wrapped a towel around his waist. But when
he opened the bathroom door, the sight Sirius had presented for him
made him forget how to breathe. It was as though his love had
slipped into his mind and stolen every dirty thought that slept
there. He was sprawled on the bedding, his long legs clad in lacy
white thigh-length stockings attached to a matching girdle that left
only a sliver of skin on display before leading into a white corset
with some delicate gold needlework, and a matching satin thong. His
excitement had obviously gotten the better of him: his erection
pressed out against the satin, and his balls peeked out from the gap
between the material and his bare skin. His dark hair was splayed
out against pillows, and he had this sexy little smile on his
clean-shaven face. Beautiful, playful Sirius. 'What have I done
to deserve you?'

He took slow steps to the bed and crawled up between his love's
spread thighs.

“Happy Wedding Night,” Sirius offered.

“I have never been happier,” Severus admitted, pressing a
soft kiss to the man's mouth.

“Mmn. Then wipe that look off of your face.”

“What look?”

“That look that says you don't deserve to be happy. You
deserve it more than anyone. You may have made mistakes, but you've
more than made up for them. Now, we have a marriage to consummate.
No more serious talk tonight.” He pressed Severus's wand into
the man's hand. “Be gentle, or this is a one time thing,”
he said stubbornly.

“Sirius, really? Are you certain?” He was willing to
reverse their roles? He trusted Severus that much? Severus fell in
love with the man all over again, not because he wanted to top,
particularly, but because Sirius was willing to let him.

“I told you I was willing to a long time ago, didn't I? I
meant it, even if I think you were fibbing about preferring to top,
given the evidence.” He smirked a bit at that. The evidence
was how many times, and how readily, he'd bottomed for Sirius since
then. ...and how loudly he proclaimed his excitement over being
taken.

“I wouldn't call it fibbing,” Severus answered. “I
prefer to think of it as a test.”

Sirius laughed. “To see how serious I was about you? You're
still a jerk.”

“It wasn't entirely untrue,” Severus defended. “Between
our past and our present I have had a few opportunities with other
men. They presumed I was strictly a top, and it was in my best
interest not to correct them. I have since found that I enjoy both
taking and being taken.”

“Not in your best interest? That means you didn't trust them
not to hurt you, doesn't it?” Sirius frowned. He hated to
think of the many ways Severus suffered – sure, they weren't
Azkaban, but in some ways he was sure they must have been just as
bad.

“If you are not a masochist, bottoming requires a certain level
of trust, Sirius. However, intercourse serves as good stress relief.
In spite of what you claim, I am not a handsome man. I have taken
what chances I have been offered.”

“I'm not going to hold it against you,” Sirius answered.
“Celibacy is a major bummer. I know that better than anyone.”
He pulled Severus down into a deep kiss and shifted his hips upward
to rub against the man seductively. The way Severus shuddered told
him all he needed to know.

“Consider it once more, Sirius,” he warned. “Even
if I am gentle, if you have never done this before, you will most
likely experience discomfort.”

“Do it, Sev,” Sirius said confidently. “How will I
ever know if I like both too, if I never try?”

Severus leaned down to him and kissed him again, patient, but firm.
“I really do love you,” he said. “More than you
can imagine. I know I don't say that enough.”

“You say it all the time,” Sirius answered. “Just
not out loud.”

“Sirius...”

“It's nice to hear it once in a while, though,” the
Gryffindor added. “Really nice.”

“Perhaps, for the moment, we should focus on other 'really
nice' things,” Severus whispered, dipping his head to lay a
kiss on Sirius's throat. He trailed his finger over the top of the
satin thong and pulled the front down just enough to free Sirius's
erection, nestling the soft material beneath his sac. “...like
this lingerie of yours.”

Sirius panted softly, his arousal growing as Severus sat back a bit
to enjoy the view. “I thought you would like it.”

“It is certainly enticing,” Severus agreed,
lowering his head back to the other man's throat and trailing down to
the exposed nipples, dragging a finger lightly from the man's scrotum
to his tip slowly. Sirius arched and shuddered. He was always
over-excited with Severus. They made love fast and hard and
repeatedly. That had always been pleasurable for both of them, but
this slow attention – Severus sucking on his nipples and
gently caressing him was a different sort of pleasure, and one of no
less value. He moaned and curled his fingers into his lover's dark
hair as Severus made it to the other nipple, palmed his erection.
“Fuck. Severus...”

“All things in due course,” Severus purred, sliding his
hand down further and gently dragging a nail around the tight ring of
his love's anus.

Sirius gasped in surprise. That felt good, really good. He
arched up toward the gentle touch.

“Like that, do you?” Severus teased.

“Yes, Merlin yes...” Sirius gasped.

Severus pressed his finger more firmly against the pucker. Sirius
moaned. “That's promising,” he said with a smirk, moving
back up his love's body for another kiss. “I am going to cast
the cleansing and lubricating spell. It will probably feel quite
strange at first, but you will grow accustomed to it.”

Sirius nodded and spread his thighs wider. “Should I, uhm...”

“Pull your knees up toward your chest,” Severus answered.
“This is your first time. The more you can open yourself, the
better it will be for you.”

Sirius blushed, but did as he was told. Severus had to steady his
breathing at the sight of Sirius so erotically posed for him as he
pulled the strap of the thong aside. He rubbed the man's pucker a
bit more to loosen it as best he could before pressing the tip of his
wand inside.

Sirius's breath hitched.

“Breathe,” Severus reminded him. “Relax. Just
like riding a broom. Tension disrupts the flow of magic. It also
disrupts the flow of pleasure.”

“Guess that's why you were piss poor at riding as a kid,”
Sirius teased, though his voice quivered. “You were always
tense.”

Severus frowned at him. “I had many reasons to be tense. I
have learned since then.” He whispered the spell and Sirius
bucked and cried out in surprise.

Suddenly his insides felt sort of...warm and swirly. He didn't know
how else to describe it. Well, there was one other
description that came to mind: oh-my-god-that-feels-incredible!
Strange, but incredible. He shuddered and arched. It was as if the
swirly heat inside of him was seeking something, close to something
that was going to be even better. He instinctively knew that, but
couldn't identify it, and wriggled a bit to try to find it. “Gods,
Severus...this...”

“Gets better,” Severus assured. “But be patient.”
Good grief, the man had no idea how incredibly sexy he was,
wriggling his hips like that. When he seemed to calm a bit, Severus
knew the spell must be tapering off. He lowered his lips to Sirius's
throat again and slipped the tip of his middle finger into the man.
Sirius gasped. “Okay?” Severus asked.

“Brilliant,” Sirius answered readily. He should have
tried this years ago. All he had was half a finger and he was
starting to understand why Severus enjoyed taking it up the arse so
much. He welcomed the rest of the digit, and as Severus moved down
to claim a nipple in his mouth, a second. It didn't hurt at all,
really. The two fingers pressed and prodded him the muggle way. He
didn't think it was really necessary, given the spell, but he
wouldn't deny that it felt really good, the way they twisted inside
of him and splayed him open. He panted and writhed as Severus
continued to attend to his nipples and anus, fingers laced in his
mate's hair as he gasped and moaned beneath him.

“Nngh...Sev...what are you digging for down there, gold?”
he rasped.

“Something like that,” Severus chuckled. That's when he
found Sirius's prostate. One jab against it and Sirius tensed.
Sparks of white light shot off behind his eyes and he suddenly
climaxed, screaming in ecstasy. Once he came down from the intense
orgasm, he blushed. “Sev...shite. Sorry...I...”

“...are inexperienced in this,” Severus answered calmly.
“The first time I felt that, I cried,” he admitted,
rubbing the spot again and watching the way Sirius bucked, unable to
speak at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. It wasn't exactly better
than topping, but it was so incredibly different, so uncontrolled, as
if he no longer knew his own body or how it would react, that he
found it both exciting and scary at the same time. “There is
nothing to be embarrassed about,” Severus assured him. “You
and I have never been satisfied with only one orgasm, have we?”

Sirius had been ready to answer, but all that came out was a
strangled sob as his love took his recently spent member between his
lips and wriggled a third finger inside. “Nngh.” Oh,
there it was, the discomfort. He could hardly be that bothered by it
though, when his recently spent prick was being orally teased back
towards erection. He wondered if he should be more embarrassed about
his premature ejaculation or the fact that he was so easy to rile up
right after it. He decided not to be embarrassed about either, as
Severus brushed past his prostate again and sent sparks of pleasure
to the roots of his hair and the tips of his toes.
“Nnngh...hhhahh...”

He was spiraling towards another climax when Severus pulled both the
mouth and fingers away. Sirius whimpered in protest.
“Seev...please...!”

“Sshh,” Severus purred. “I think you are as ready
as you are going to get at this point, love.” He reached for
his wand and cast a spell at his palm, gritting his teeth as he
greased his member for entry. Sirius shuddered as he watched.
Severus's cock was so swollen, red and dripping, so very
ready.

“Yes, Merlin! If your fingers felt that good I...”

“It will hurt,” Severus warned. “Almost
definitely, at first. This will go much deeper than my
fingers.”

Sirius nodded, remembering to breathe as his lover positioned
himself. He knew what Severus was saying, but he was so aroused that
even while his brain told him he should prepare himself for some
pain, his body was screaming 'deeper. Yes, please, go deeper.
Deep into the core.'

Severus entered him swiftly. He had done everything he could to
prepare Sirius and didn't want the pain to last a moment longer than
it had to. His own first time had been such a medley of agony and
ecstasy he didn't know which he remembered more clearly. He wanted
Sirius to remember the pleasure far more than the pain and grit his
teeth against the exceptional tightness of his husband's entrance.
His cock throbbed and he had to squeeze his eyes shut a moment to
control himself before he also reached climax prematurely.

Sirius found himself breathless. There was a fast, sharp, stabbing
pain, but something else, too. It was a peculiar feeling – a
pulsing sort of heat, as if he was sharing a heartbeat with the man
he loved...okay, so that heartbeat was in his arsehole – he
wasn't about to let minor details ruin the romance of it. It was hot
and hard and deep in his belly, and Severus was breathing heavily
over him, and he knew if he shifted his hips, just a little... “Oh
god! Oh fuck...” he shuddered.

Severus moaned. “Eager, aren't you?” he rasped.

Sirius pulled him down into a kiss and let his tongue do the talking
for him. It had a lot to say, and most of it sounded a lot like
'fuck me now' as far as Severus was concerned. He was in no position
to deny or tease Sirius now and began thrusting. He bit the inside of
his cheek, careful to go slowly at first, but Sirius didn't seem to
be in any serious pain, and soon they were pounding against one
another just as eagerly as ever. The difference was Severus was the
one in control, and Sirius the one gasping for breath, getting swept
away. He looked stunning. He always looked stunning, but listening
to him moan, watching him toss his head and clutch the duvet in
pleasure, knowing he was the one making Sirius lose control like that
sent him spiraling as well.

But Sirius wasn't satisfied to remain complacent forever. He wrapped
his legs around the other man's hips and flipped them over, biting
his lip and arching as he sat back. “Oooh...” He moaned
as he felt the shaft slip more deeply inside. “Shite, Sev,
we're going to have to start taking turns.” He still loved
claiming Severus, of course – he was so cute when he
bottomed – but this felt really, really good. Not
better, necessarily, but equally as wonderful in a very different
way.

“I have heard that marriage is all about give and take,”
Severus quipped, but his voice was raspy, the way it always got when
he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Well,” Sirius answered, just as ready as his husband,
“I'm pretty sure I'm taking, so hurry up and give
already, before I explode.”

“I rather like it when you explode,” Severus answered,
but took Sirius hips again and began to buck up into his lover as
Sirius experimentally rocked his hips. The Gryffindor cried out as
his prostate was hit, and once more came suddenly, looking rather
surprised.

Severus was pulled along with him, releasing up into the tight
passage with a sharp cry before they collapsed together against the
bedding.

Sirius curled contently against him, only now realizing the corset
was a slightly horrible idea. Sure – fun in the heat of the
moment, but after the fact it jabbed into his hips and kept him from
bending his waist when he badly wanted to curl into his lover's side.

Severus caught on as he felt the man shifting awkwardly behind him
and groaned a bit as he rolled to his side and slipped his finger
into the ribbon at the base of Sirius's spine, pulling it out of the
corset one loop at a time. “Next time, perhaps the stockings
will suffice,” he teased.

Sirius wriggled out of the corset and tossed it aside, curling up
against the other man. “Next time, maybe you'll be the one
wearing them,” he retorted.

“I think not,” Severus answered.

“Well, I guess you're right,” Sirius admitted. “White
isn't really your color.”

“Fool.”

Sirius planted a playful kiss on his husband's lips. “Love
you, too,” he said.

“I should think at this point, that's rather obvious. Now, go
to sleep.”

He flicked his wand twice – one to clean up the mess, and the
other to turn out the lights. It was amazing, how chaotic his life
had become because of Sirius Black, and at the same time, how
perfect. His entire life – all the clumsy mistakes, all the
bitter disappointments, holding this one infuriating (yet intensely
loveable) man in his arms made up for all of them. Of course, Sirius
didn't need to know he thought so – he'd be accused of being a
romantic if his beloved ever found out.

Sirius nuzzled into him a bit and sighed contently. “Finally
got my Happily Ever After.”

Severus chuckled. Sirius really was a sentimental Gryffindor idiot,
but he loved that about him. “Why don't we just settle for
'happily' for the moment, and deal with the 'ever after' when it
comes,” he answered.

Sirius pressed a kiss to the scar on his love's neck. “I can
live with that,” he said.

Severus was quiet for a while, listening for Sirius's deepened
breathing to signify he was finally asleep. “...me too,”
he whispered, as if it were the best kept secret in the world. It
wasn't, of course, because Sirius wasn't really sleeping.

...but Severus didn't need to know that.

To
Be Continued...
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