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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
Chapter
3

Persistence didn't work. Neither did bribery. And Sirius drew the
line at force – he was no rapist, but what had started as an
infatuation became an obsession, and he felt like a dirty pervert
every time he hid in the library late at night to watch Remus pound
Snape because shagging girls had lost its usual excitement. What he
wanted a taste of now had nothing to do with tiny hands, flopping
breasts, and child-bearing hips. It didn't cross his mind to try
propositioning boys. Snape was the only person he could think of –
his huge nose and his bony hips and his pale skin and that deep
voice, purring, that long prick arching out of a nest of black curls.
He knew anything less wouldn't satisfy him until he'd had a taste of
the snarky Slytherin. And okay, so he was turning into a bit of a
stalker, but he tried not to think about that too much.

After a month of teenage hormones and the complete and utter failure
of plans A through L, Sirius was starting to feel a little extra
reckless. Plan M (which, by sheer chance, and by no advanced
planning, happens to be the first letter in the word 'masochist')
couldn't possibly fail! At least, not until Snape realized he'd been
duped, and by then it would be too late. And so, with some very
careful wand-work, he slipped a note into the front pocket of Severus
Snape's bag, where he would have to reach for his quill, and mentally
threw about a dozen apologies in Remus's direction. Snape wouldn't
be meeting him in the library tonight.

*

A piece of paper fell out of Snape's bag when he reached for his
quill in Charms. His gaze shot about as he picked it up and, careful
to see that no one was looking, tucked it into the page of his book
to read. His stomach flopped. That was Lupin's handwriting. (Or, in
this particular case, an excellent forgery.) They were exchanging
notes, now? This wasn't getting serious, was it? Oh, no, it was just
a location change.

'Found a better place than the library for a bit of fun. Poke a
stick at the base of the Whomping Willow and follow the path down.
Will meet you there after sunset. Trust me. It's the perfect spot.

P.S. - make sure to destroy this letter, okay?

Severus smirked slightly. A new spot better than the library, huh?
Out near the Whomping Willow somewhere, far away from the castle
where they could really let their voices carry if they wanted,
because there weren't even ghosts around who might hear them...not
that Severus generally held much back even in the Restricted Section
late at night, but even so, this sounded promising. He felt his cock
starting to stiffen with anticipation and had to force himself to
think of unpleasant things to will it away – Potter. Filch.
Moaning Myrtle. Phew, crisis averted.

Now he just had to somehow get through the day as quickly and
painlessly as possible.

*

Sirius figured there were only two possible ways this could go –
brilliantly, or very, very badly. He'd been doing his best to clean
up the Shrieking Shack since just after dinner, but years of dirt and
grime didn't come up easily. Even so, he had managed to get the main
room looking reasonably tidy, and changed the bed linens, opened a
few windows to air the place out. They generally didn't worry much
about a bit of dirt and grime when it was Remus's time of month –
half the place was going to end up in tatters anyway, but this was
different. If everything wasn't just so, there was no way he'd be
able to convince Snape to stay.

He eyed the bed pensively, and on second thought took the duvet and
laid it on the floor. He didn't think the bed would collapse,
but it was old and he'd hate to have it suddenly crash and ruin the
moment.

He supposed the room was as clean as it was going to get. He checked
himself in the reflection of an old tea kettle he'd spent twenty
minutes shining, combed his fingers through his hair, unbuttoned his
shirt. He cuffed the sleeves, considered, then removed the shirt, and
considered again. He put it back on and unfastened the button of his
jeans, then sighed and raked his hair back again. What would turn
Snape on the most? How the hell was he supposed to know what a
disagreeable prat like Snape would like? He seemed to like Remus well
enough, but Sirius didn't have a single physical feature in common
with the werewolf. Disgruntled, he tossed the shirt aside and tried
to figure out where he should position himself. On the blanket, well
and truly sprawled? Maybe he should pretend to be asleep.

'No, if he makes a run for it I won't be able to stop him quickly.
Maybe to the side of the door. Then he won't see me right away when
he comes in. I can use that split second to my advantage...or should
I be doing something sexy? Something he can't tear his eyes away
from? Maybe I should shuck the pants, too, or...'
He considered a moment laying down on the duvet, bare-arsed, and
starting on a nice, slow wank, let Severus walk in on him like that,
but decided that was just his hormones talking and nestled himself to
the right of the opening where Severus would emerge. When he came
into the room, he'd embrace the little jerk from behind. Snape
probably wouldn't realize immediately it wasn't Remus wrapping around
him and by the time he did, Sirius hoped, it would be too late.

He adjusted himself in his jeans,
already hard as he thought of Snape naked and writhing – for
him this time. 'Purring that delicious, raspy little purr,
his arse clamping down around my pr--'
His thoughts cut off when he heard shuffling in the passage. 'Okay,
chill out, Padfoot. Relax. Breathe, for pity's sake. Gotta be suave,
smooth, sexier than you've ever sexed before. This little git isn't
easy to impress.'

*

Severus pushed through into the dingy room and blinked as his eyes
adjusted to the light after the dark passageway. He blinked again,
then started scanning the room for Remus. When a pair of arms
wrapped around him from behind, at first he thought nothing of it.
“Sneaking about like a Slytherin now, are we?” he asked,
bemused.

One hand glided slowly up his chest as he was pulled back firmly
against the body behind him, and a tongue grazed the shell of his
ear. He shivered faintly, but only for a moment before he realized
something was very, very wrong. He still had his clothes on.

He spun about in the arms of his captor and was appalled to find
Sirius Black's gray eyes staring down at him. He pushed against the
man's chest, but Sirius pulled him tighter against him.

“Shh. Snape, calm down. Please.”

“Calm down? Calm down?! Are you mad?!”

“Probably,” Sirius admitted. “But you're just so
damned disagreeable. I had to trick you a little to get you to come.”
Only a little. After all, he hadn't actually signed the note with
Remus's name. He just imitated his friend's penmanship and let Snape
come to the obvious, but completely wrong, conclusion. He kept his
gaze locked on Snape's and held him there, waiting for the smaller
boy to realize there was an erection jabbing in his hip and figure
out what it was that Sirius wanted from him without having to be
told. “If I'd clearly stated that note was from me, you'd
never have showed up.”

“Let go of me.”

“Severus,” Sirius intoned. It was the first time he'd
said the Slytherin's first name properly and he found he liked the
way it felt in his mouth. It would be so easy to moan that name in
passion, let it roll of the tongue. A gasp, a soft moan, and a little
hiss at the end. “Just hear me out. Please?”

The way Sirius Black said his name went straight to Snape's groin in
spite of his annoyance. It was just so sensual, so unexpectedly
gentle. That's when he noticed the hard length jabbing him in the
hip. The way Sirius looked at him didn't have the tint of a prank,
but just the usual ravenous hunger that Lupin's eyes often held.
“You can't be serious...” Black wanting him? Impossible.
Even if you overlooked the fact that Sirius Black was a complete
arse, he was the most handsome boy in school. Even the seventh year
girls wanted him. The thought that he could ever, in a million
years, want someone as unappealing as Severus was ridiculous. Well,
the fact that Lupin wanted him was also more than a little
unexpected, but Lupin at least was a bit on the mangy side, so it
didn't seem quite as far-fetched.

“I saw you with Remus,” Sirius answered. “I can't
get it out of my head. I'm not going to bullshit you and tell you I
think you're pretty. You're not a girl. You don't need to hear that
shit even if it was true, but I want you. I tried everything I could
think of. I tried being nice. I did my best not to piss you off. I
even lied about needing a tutor, just to get you alone, but you
weren't buying any of it. I was out of ideas when I wrote you that
note. Remus gets you like, twice a day.”

'Sometimes more than twice,' Severus
thought, but didn't voice this. The things Sirius was saying were
insane, but perfect. He wasn't pretty. He didn't need to hear
bullshit or nonsense just for the sake of his pride. If Black had
tried to imply he had some physical quality that was attractive, he'd
have stomped on his foot, slammed his fist into his hard cock (no
doubt hindering his ability to produce offspring and further the mass
of beautiful idiots overpopulating the world), and stormed off. But
Sirius had said 'I'm not going to bullshit you'. That was different.

“Missing one night won't kill him. I've already checked with
him, since I wasn't sure if you were a couple, or something, and he
doesn't mind sharing.”

“Black, do
shut up while you're ahead.”

“I'm ahead?” Sirius asked hopefully.

“You were until you started speaking again,” Snape
replied tersely.

It took Sirius a moment to regain his train of thought. “Anyway,
you're already here. I'm as hard as if someone petrified my cock, and
you came here looking to get laid.” He dragged his fingers
through Snape's hair and gave the strands a slight pull – it
had seemed like Snape had liked that when Remus did it –
crushing their lips together in what he hoped was his most convincing
kiss. “Sounds like a win/win situation to me,” he
whispered against the other boy's lips.

“Only if you're any good,” Severus replied, a soft growl
in his throat. The kiss had left him a little out of sorts. He and
Lupin didn't kiss much – not on the mouth, anyway. They kissed
other things plenty. He'd never admit it, but there was something
about Sirius Black trying to swallow his tongue that made him feel
dizzy and a little drunk.

“Never shagged a guy before,”
Sirius admitted, and Snape started to pull away, about to protest
that he wouldn't be Sirius's experiment in queerness, but Sirius
pulled him back. “Relax,” he said. “I've never
done a guy, but I've done anal plenty of times, always liked it
better. I know all the right spells. I won't hurt you.” He
smirked a bit. “And seeing as I have
a cock, I'm pretty sure I can figure out what to do with yours.”

Severus caved in. He blamed it on the kiss. Even if Black was
vulgar, incorrigible, and a total arse, he couldn't deny there was a
certain appeal to his irreverent personality – Black made
things exciting. He didn't follow the rules. Severus wasn't a
rule-breaker by nature, but on the other hand, Sirius was gorgeous.
Severus knew he wouldn't get another chance for a one-off with
someone so handsome, and if Black's hormones had addled his brain for
the night, then it was the Slytherin thing to do to use that to his
advantage.

“You'd better make it worth my time,” he said. “Lupin
is a good shag. If you're only decent, I'll be pissed that you've
ruined my night.”

Sirius grinned brightly and dipped his head down to claim another
kiss. It was deep and slow, like he was taking his time in tasting
every corner of Snape's mouth. Snape returned it skeptically and a
little clumsily. Sirius tilted his head back and started on the
buttons of the Slytherin's black robes, exposing the pale throat.

“Mmn. You'll find me a very different type of lover than
Remus, I think,” he murmured against Snape's lips. “I
like to take things slow, really savor them.” But as he said
it he was already growing impatient with the ridiculous number of
buttons on Snape's old-fashioned robes.

After a few more kisses, and a soft curse from Sirius about Snape's
robe having more buttons than a rabbit has babies, Severus groaned,
“just spell them off.”

“No,” Sirius answered stubbornly, but pulled back so he
could see what his hands were doing with the last few of the damned
things. “I like doing this part the muggle way. There are some
things worth working for.”

“Fool,” Severus answered as he shrugged out of the robe
that Sirius had spent the past quarter hour fighting with only to
note the disgruntled look on the other boy's face at the white linen
shirt underneath it – which also had a neat row of buttons down
the center. He smirked. “Still stubbornly insist on doing
things the muggle way?”

“Damn right I do,” Sirius answered stubbornly, screwing
up his pretty face, but before he could reach for the first button,
Severus had slipped his wand out and Sirius found it neatly folded on
the bed. “Trying to ruin my fun, are you?” the taller
boy complained.

“Trying to get us closer to something that will be more fun for
both of us than fiddling with buttons,” Severus replied.

Sirius smirked. Snape's wicked sense of humor was a surprise. Then
again, he'd never taken the time to have a conversation with the
Slytherin that didn't cycle around bitter insults and careless
threats, but conversation could wait. He smoothed his hands over the
bony shoulders, the jutting collarbone, down the long arms that
Severus hadn't quite grown into just yet and then back up again. His
groin throbbed painfully but he forced himself to ignore it and stuck
his fingers in the waistband of Snape's pants instead, pulling him in
closer and popping the button open as he crushed their lips together
in another deep kiss.

'Oh fuck yes...' Sirius
thought. Bare skin burning hot against his own, the soft tongue
sliding along his more eagerly the more kisses they shared, the flat
chest. No feminine lumps getting in the way of pressing flush
together, feeling Snape's rigid flesh pressing against his own, hips
grinding together. He broke from Snape's lips and started dragging
his lips down the other boy's throat, breaking the distance between
them just enough to shove his hand down the front of the Slytherin's
pants. He groaned at the feeling of the hard length against his palm
and shuddered softly at the little rumble that escaped Snape's
throat. 'Heh. So far, so good.'
He fondled Severus a bit more before lowering him down to the duvet
on the floor.

He caved in and reached for the wand
he'd left there, flicking it with a quick, nonverbal spell that sent
the rest of their clothing to the bed with Snape's shirt. It wasn't
as graceful – the pants ended in a careless heap beside the
perfectly folded shirt, but at least they were off.

Severus smirked at him. “Had enough with the muggle way, have
you?”

“Had enough with you not being
naked,” Sirius answered roughly as he lowered himself over the
other boy's slim body and ground their erections together. His head
fell back and his mouth opened softly. Oh, this was bliss.
How a guy could be so singularly unattractive and yet so unbearably
sexy at the same time defied all reason. 'He just looks
old is all. Like he's
a grown man that's been squished into the body of a sixteen year old.
Sure, there's nothing to be done about the nose, but maybe if he
wasn't scowling all the time the rest wouldn't be so bad.'
The thought surprised him a bit, but the night was full of surprises
so he just let the fact he was trying to justify that Snape wasn't
really categorically ugly just roll off. After all, it sort of seemed
as if – surprise, surprise – Sirius Black was gay.
'Mother will love that. Reg'll love telling her, too.'

“Hey, I'm down here,” Severus said testily when Sirius's
mind seemed to wander.

“Sorry,” Sirius answered with a goofy grin. “Sort
of just, you know, letting it all sink in.”

Severus snorted a bit. “The 'sinking in' is the part you
ought to have gotten around to half an hour ago, don't you think?”

Sirius laughed and leaned down for another deep kiss. “Impatient,
aren't you? I wanted to play a bit more, but if you insist, we'll
get on to the main event.” Really, that was probably for the
best, considering the painful state of his arousal. He fumbled for
his wand again to cast the appropriate preparation spells and bit the
inside of his cheek at the way Severus arched comfortably as the
cleansing and stretching magic worked its way through his anus. His
eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't make a sound. 'As if he would.
He probably takes more prep spells than he does meals given who he's
been shagging.' The wolf in Remus kept him pretty randy, and the
closer to the moon the worse it got. Add that to being a teenage boy
and Sirius thought the more amazing thing wasn't that his friend had
been shagging Snape, but that Snape didn't seem to have any trouble
keeping up – which, for the record, only made Snape sexier as
far as Sirius Black was concerned.

He shut down his oddly incessant thoughts again by claiming another
kiss from the slender boy's swollen lips. This time, Sirius was
rewarded with a soft moan.

'Nngh. Merlin, I could get used to kissing,'
Severus thought dizzily. He knew he must look like a wanton whore,
with his legs spread to accommodate the taller boy between them,
pulsing his hips as the preparation spell swirled through him with a
liquid sensation that loosened his accommodating muscles and vanished
anything untoward from his body, which no doubt included the last
traces of Lupin's seed from earlier that afternoon, until his anus
was clean enough to eat out of. He didn't know how muggles could
stand intercourse, knowing what was involved – tried not to
think about it, no doubt. As for Severus, the feeling left behind a
good cleansing spell was almost
as good as the sex. Add kissing to the equation and when Sirius
looked down at him again he had a pleasantly dazed expression in his
dark eyes. Sirius smirked, and he couldn't help but smirk back as his
new lover positioned himself and pressed his head past the tight
outer ring of muscle.

Sirius tensed, bit his lip. 'Oh
bloody hell, he feels incredible...'

It was so different!
Sirius was easing into him at a snail's pace. They'd just been
touching and snogging and undressing for at least forty minutes. If
he'd been with Remus tonight, he'd already be showered and settling
into bed with a good book. That's not to say Sirius was necessarily
better, but it was a
kind of sex that Severus found himself tragically lacking experience
in. Lupin was always hot, heavy, hard, and fast. They had to be
fast – they could be interrupted at any moment, and he liked
that excitement. But out here in this dilapidated shack on a Friday
night, Sirius was free to take as much time as he pleased, and he
seemed quite intent to take all of it. All Severus was interested in
taking all of at the moment though, was Black's delectably thick
shaft. And about that, why was he going so slow?
Surely he knew Severus was experienced enough that he wouldn't be
hurt by the penetration. “Nngh...taking your sweet time...”
he grunted, not sounding quite as annoyed about it as he was trying
for.

“Sorry,” Sirius answered
breathlessly. “Just...fuck
you feel good...” He took a deep breath and bit his lower lip
as he pressed in further, then paused again.

Snape's annoyance faded as he
realized the problem: Sirius was far too close. He wouldn't last
long. 'And I'm the one who turned him on this much.'
“Git,” he rasped.
“It's your own fault for going so slow in the first place.”

“Wanted it to last,”
Sirius grit out, trying to will his prick to behave and take it like
a man. Snape would never let him live it down if he was too fast.
“Been trying to get in your pants all month. Haven't shagged
anyone in that time.
Just a little...over-excited,” he finished breathlessly.

“Just shag me,
Black,” Severus rasped. “Surely
you've enough stamina for a second round if the first doesn't go
quite according to plan.”

It was comical, really, the way
Sirius's eyes widened. “Fuck yes,” Sirius replied. “A
third too, at least.”

'A third?' Severus wondered.
He was just posturing, surely. But if it were true, that would be
brilliant. He
wouldn't tell Black, but the maddeningly slow pace was just as
exciting for him as it was for the gorgeous man above him. He'd be
perfectly happy to let Sirius go at him all night. Waking up cold
and cramped on the floor some time tomorrow afternoon would be a
small price to pay for the pleasure rippling up his spine.

Sirius crushed their lips together in another kiss and plunged in to
the hilt. He had to break the kiss too soon, groaning loudly as he
found himself fully sheathed within the Slytherin. He panted
heavily. “Fuck, Severusss...why are you so tight? You shag
Remus near constantly, don't you?”

“I'm not...th-that tight,” Snape answered. “You're
cock is just as thick as your head.”

“Very funny,” Sirius groaned, dipping his head down to
drag his tongue along Snape's pale throat as he started some short
thrusts.

Severus bucked up to meet them eagerly, gifting Sirius with that
rumbly little purr he'd been desperate to hear all month. Sirius
returned it with a deep growl that went straight to Snape's prick,
which Sirius had the forethought to wrap his fingers around and jerk
in time with his erratic thrusts.

Severus groaned. The pleasure
coming from both ends was too much sensation. Sirius's erratic
thrusts turned into a tight milking squeeze and a loud cry as the
first burst of semen shot into Snape's hole. Sirius was loud.
His husky voice went straight to Snape's balls and exploded behind
the smaller boy's eyes as searing pleasure. His entire body
quivered, and he saw no reason to complain when Sirius fell limply on
top of him, softening inside of him, long hair fanning around them as
he kissed Snape's chest.

Sirius lifted his head with a lazy
smirk when he managed to get enough oxygen back into his lungs for
his brain to function properly. He grunted and pulled Severus close,
rolling them over so that the smaller boy was on top, but they were
still intimately joined. He tucked some hair away from his
sweat-slick brow and lifted his head for another kiss – this
one lazier, but still rather pleasant. He laced his fingers through
Snape's mussed hair and pulled his head back a bit to drag his lips
slowly up the column of his throat.

Severus purred complacently as
Sirius left a mark just beneath his ear. He felt so good
that it didn't matter he would have to cast a concealment charm to
hide it later. All he could seem to think was that it would be
brilliant if Sirius had enough fun tonight to pursue an encore
performance...or fifty. 'If Lupin doesn't care, I don't
see why I should. I can handle a bit of...overtime.' He
didn't know when he would study if he spent all of his time bouncing
between the two attractive Gryffindor boys, but studying really
didn't seem all that important when he had a large cock balls-deep
and hardening in his arsehole. He bit his lip and sat back, rocking
his hips experimentally.

Sirius moaned. He didn't try to contain his volume, which was fine
by Severus – the loud cries, deep moans, and lusty growls were
incredibly sexy. He rocked his hips again, his own cock hardening as
well.

Sirius propped himself up on one elbow and pulled Severus forward,
dragging his tongue over a nipple before wrapping his lips and tongue
around it. Severus purred. Like a cat. Sirius moaned around the
nipple because he'd fallen in love with that sound and wrapped his
fingers around Snape's hardening shaft.

Severus shuddered and started to grind his hips, teasing the prick
inside of him to swell, which it did (and at record speed). Sirius
lazily milked Snape's cock and dragged his teeth over the nipple in
his mouth, then moved to the other, biting it lightly. Severus
gasped and shuddered, started rocking his hips and riding Sirius
properly. “Oooh...”

Sirius braced his feet and started bucking up into the body over him,
causing Severus to bounce a bit with each firm thrust. They sobbed
and moaned together through a second orgasm, and yes, also a third,
doggy-style, before collapsing joined and spent together on the
duvet. Sirius lazily draped his hand across Snape's stomach and
burrowed against his spine as his thrice-spent prick slipped out of
the other boy's slick channel.

“Nngh,” Severus grunted.

“That was bloody incredible,”
Sirius exhaled, pressing a light kiss to the back of Snape's
shoulder. 'Who cares about a few rough edges and a
slightly abrasive
personality when he's such an incredible shag...'
Sirius found himself thinking as he started to drift off. 'We
can warm up to each other, or something.' He
yawned and curled against the slender boy's back. 'Get to
know each other better. Give each other a chance...'
It was the last thought he had before losing consciousness.

To
Be Continued...
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