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Much Ado About Nothing	By : goblet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
by The Goblet

Chapter 23

Peter had been in the bathroom for quite some time. He had removed all his clothes and recast another cleansing charm on himself, cleaning both inside and out, before sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

He pulled out the vial of Polyjuice, and the envelope which held Snape's hair. Peter took a glass from the vanity and placed the hair into the bottom of it. He tipped the contents of the vial into the glass, and threw the empty container into the rubbish bin.

And then stared at the concoction: apprehensive about the taste, and about the transformation. He thought about Rodolphus, waiting for him on the balcony; waiting to shag him.

Taking a deep breath, he held his nose and drank down the Polyjuice.

Regulus led his brother and the half-blood down the alley which ran behind the Hog's Head inn. "Shh! Don't startle them," he whispered, as they approached Rodolphus' rooms. The cannonball the half-blood was dragging around was making a racket as it was dragged, bouncing, along the cobblestones.

Rodolphus had assured Pettigrew that he had placed an obscuring charm over his balcony. He had done so, only it didn't stop people seeing them, it stopped Wormtail seeing anyone below.

Sirius pulled out his wand and detached the cannonball from Remus' ankle. As a precaution he also cast a silencing charm around them.

"Up there," Regulus advised, pointing a finger up to where Rodolphus was standing.

The two Gryffindors looked up and saw the elder LeStrange brother standing on one of the first-floor balconies several meters in front of them. His hands were buried in the hair of a person kneeling at his feet. The dark-haired man was pleasuring LeStrange; fairly successfully, if his moans and thrusts were any indication.

The balcony was only a foot above Sirius' head, closed in on three sides by a wrought iron railing, and backed by Hog's Head inn itself. From where they stood, the trio had a good view of the two men engaged in their sexual activity. Rodolphus, himself, was leaning against one of the side railings, facing the three interlopers. The person at his feet had his back to them.

Remus gaze slid down from Rodolphus' face to find a very familiar head buried in the other man's crotch. Granted, he couldn't see the other man's face, but his hair was an exact match to Severus'. He gasped.

Upon hearing Remus' gasp, Sirius tore his gaze away from Rodolphus' blissful face and stared at the man servicing him.

"Maybe it's not him," he whispered gently, taking Remus' hand and giving it a light squeeze. "It could be someone else with black, greasy hair."

"Your brother said it was," Remus replied in a flat voice.

"He could have been mistaken. We can't see his face."

Remus shook his head. "It's him, I know it." He turned to start walking down the alley, in the direction they had come.

Sirius grabbed at him. "Stay. At least until we know for certain that it is him."

Remus allowed himself to be pulled back to his former position. There were tears in his eyes. He didn't want to tell Sirius that he could smell Severus. That Severus' scent was even stronger than usual, because he was aroused: because he was enjoying the sexual stimulation.

Remus sniffled, grateful that his nose was blocking up so that he didn't have to smell Severus anymore.

"Severussssss," Rodolphus moaned out loud, his thrusts becoming stronger as he plundered the other man's mouth.

Sirius tightened his grip on Remus' hand. "There's still a chance that it is not him," he whispered to his friend. Remus glared at him through his tears. "He may just be saying it…" Sirius tried to explain. It was a dumb explanation, but he had to believe it. Snape would never cheat on Remus. Never. Would he?

He looked back up at the balcony where Rodolphus was buried balls deep down the cock-sucker's throat. Evidentially, he had achieved orgasm and was emptying himself into the other man's face.

Once he had recovered, he pulled himself out of the suckling mouth, and moved to pick up a goblet from inside the door.

The two Gryffindors walked further down the alley to get a look at the dark-haired man who had been pleasuring him. The other man had remained kneeling on the ground as Rodolphus drank from the goblet. His eyes closed; his lips swollen and red; a smile plastered on his face.

It was Severus Snape.

"Told you," whispered Regulus.

Sirius shot him a dirty look and turned to Remus. "Let's go," he whispered gently, pulling Remus back down the alleyway.

"No."

"No?"

"I want to stay." Remus had his eyes trained on the balcony; on his Severus; on the man who had just sucked off a suspected Death Eater. There had to be a valid explanation for this. There just had to be.

Rodolphus finished his drink and placed the goblet back down on the table. "On your feet, slut," he commanded, his previously flaccid cock stirring once more. "I want to take you at least three times before sunset."

Sirius looked at his watch. It was only 10:30; the sun would not be setting for at least another half hour at this time of year. He glanced up again to the balcony.

Rodolphus was pulling Snape to his feet. He was a rather strange sight, fully dressed with his purple erection emerging out of his unbuttoned fly.

He slammed Snape into the railing, and pulled out his wand, casting a lubrication charm and – was that a tightening spell?

"I want to feel your tight, tight arse around me. With all the men that you let fuck you I'm not taking any chances," Rodolphus hissed as he began pulling up Severus' robes.

Snape moaned in response, lifting his arse higher as he bent over the railing.

"My, my Snape. No underwear again? You are a little slut aren't you?" LeStrange murmured as he fondled the Slytherin's arse.

"You'd spread your legs for anyone wouldn't you?" he continued. "You can't get enough cock, can you?

"You love sex. You love to be buggered. You need to be buggered don't you? You need to have a hard cock up your arse… or in your mouth. You'd do both at once if you had the chance, wouldn't you slut?" Rodolphus asked as he roughly pushed Snape's robes off and let them fall over the railing to the street below.

"Yes," the other man moaned. He was rock hard, and Rodolphus hadn't even touched him yet. He spread his legs further, offering his arse, pulling back his cheeks and exposing his entrance. "Fuck me," he pleaded.

Rodolphus grinned sinfully, and positioned himself before slamming in forcefully. He reached forward and twisted Snape's nipples. Hard.

"Oh Merlin!"

One of Rodolphus' hands strayed down to tug at the other man's erection. He pulled at it roughly, before removing his hand and slamming Snape's prick between the balustrades of the railing. He pulled out a cock ring and attached it firmly to the base of the arousal. "You're not coming until I say that you can," he murmured.

"Of course," replied Peter. Rodolphus always used the cock ring. He was never allowed to climax until his lover said so.

Sirius hadn't looked away from the couple since Rodolphus had drunk whatever potion was in the goblet. He let go of Remus' hand and quickly stepped forward to pick up the fallen robes. It was inside out, and printed neatly on the collar were the words 'Property of Severus Snape'.

If he hadn't been so shocked at what he had just learnt about the Slytherin (or would that be Slut-erin?) he would have pushed his way up into that room and cut off the other man's penis then and there.

He looked up from his position underneath the balcony and was stunned to see Snape's cock and balls dangling over the edge. The man was bigger than he was!

Sirius glanced at his friend, and rushed back to his side when he saw that he had turned white. From shock or from anger he did not know, but his friend needed him right now.

Holding Remus in his arms, his attention was brought back to the Slytherins as he heard a scraping noise coming from the balcony.

Rodolphus had summoned a chair from the room. Placing both hands on Snape's hips to keep him just where he wanted him, he sat down, dragging the Potions Apprentice with him.

"Move," he commanded, lifting Snape's hips. The other man stood up slightly and then slid back down on the cock, Rodolphus' hands guiding their movements for a while, before going to pinch Snape's nipples.

"How do I compare to that half-blood?" he sneered as he bit down hard on Snape's shoulder.

The naked man impaled himself once more on the hard cock before answering. "You're wider…," he panted before pushing himself up.

"Yes?"

"And longer." He slid down again.

"Mmm"

"And… harder." He stood up until only an inch of cock was still inside him, and then slid back down fast.

"Oh!" Rodolphus called out. "Anything else?" he gasped.

"And you're… a better… fuck," Snape murmured between pants. One of his hands went to touch his arousal.

Rodolphus slapped his hand away, not caring that he also smacked Snape's prick. "What did I tell you about touching yourself?" he snarled.

"Not to," replied Snape, his head downcast, "especially when the ring is on."

Rodolphus wound one arm around Snape's waist and picked him up, walking forward to the railing once more. Still buried inside him, he lifted both of Snape's hands and wrapped the other man's fingers around the railing.

"You like it when I fuck you, don't you?" he hissed.

Snape nodded.

"How do you like it?" asked Rodolphus, pinching a nipple.

"H-hard and f-fast," came the panted reply.

"Does the half-blood give it to you hard and fast?"

"N-n-no. O-only you do Ro-Rodolphus"

Rodolphus pulled out almost entirely before slamming back into Snape's skinny, bony arse.

"Tell me, Severus… do you love me?"

Snape nodded once more.

Rodolphus wrapped his hand around Snape's balls and tugged on them. "You love anyone who gives you cock, don't you?"

Severus didn't reply. He was too overwhelmed by the hand on his balls and the cock in his arse.

LeStrange angered, he let go of Snape's balls and pulled completely out of his arse.

The Potions Apprentice whimpered in loss, and turned to face his lover. "I love cock," he stated. "I love you and I love your cock." With that he dropped to his knees again, and took said cock into his mouth.

Rodolphus tangled his hand in Snape's hair and jerked him up. "I've already had your face," he spat, "I want to nail your tight, white arse."

He pushed Snape back against the railing and entered him in one stroke. He began thrusting into the other man, taking pleasure while giving none.

Not that it mattered to Peter; he was having the time of his life. He did love cock. And even though he didn't spread his legs for anyone bar Rodolphus, he loved playing the slut. That he was impersonating Snivellus, and impersonating a very loose Snivellus at that, made him even more aroused.

Remus watched as Rodolphus removed the cock ring from around Severus' cock, and his fianc� came with a shout, his seed splattering down on the street in front of him. He couldn't believe that that was Severus. Why would he have sex with Rodolphus? If it was because of his spying why didn't Severus tell him?

From what he'd heard, Severus would take anyone and anything. And this was definitely not his first time with Rodolphus. He knew the rules. He seemed to be enjoying it too much for it to mean nothing to him.

The werewolf looked up at the balcony. Severus was standing naked, in full view of whoever may pass. He had not even glanced down once to see three men watching him. He wasn't even wearing the choker Remus had given him. He had removed it before spreading his legs for a fellow Slytherin.

"Severus Snape the Slytherin Slut," Remus murmured to himself.

"Bastard!" he screamed up at the balcony, before turning and running down the alley.

Sirius stood, stunned at his friend's outburst, before following a moment later.

"Remus, wait!" Sirius called once they reached the High Street. The werewolf slowed down to a stop outside Honeydukes Sweetshop.

Sirius pulled him into his arms, and held him tight.

"H-h-he made a f-f-fool out of m-me," sobbed Remus as he collapsed into his friend's arms in tears.

"He made a fool out of everyone," Sirius murmured, rubbing large circles on Remus' back.

Remus hiccupped as Sirius soothed him and slowly pulled away, the pain in his eyes evident. "Now I know what he meant when he said that he had plans tonight," he said inaudibly, as he reached for the robes which Sirius was still holding.

'Property of Severus Snape' he read.

Remus collapsed on the cobblestones in a heap, clutching the discarded clothing to his chest, crying openly.

Sirius crouched beside him, trying to comfort him as much as he could. Eventually, sitting on the street beside his friend, he hauled him into his lap.

"Do you want me to call the wedding off?" he asked softly.

Remus shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

The werewolf nodded.

"Are you still going to marry him?" Sirius asked, confused. Remus wanted to marry Severus even though he was unfaithful?

"No," Remus murmured, snivelling. "I will make a fool out of him, as he has made a fool out of me," he snarled angrily. "And I'll do it at the ceremony, when he would have done it to me."

Sirius pulled Remus into a tight hug. "As I helped you win him back, it will be my pleasure to help you disgrace him," he vowed.

"Thank you Padfoot."

Regulus smiled as he overheard those last few words. His plan had worked brilliantly.

tbc...

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