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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter
4

After a rather thorough shower and a large lunch, Severus collapsed
into bed and drew the curtains, lying about a stomach ache. He was
well and truly exhausted. Somewhere in the deepest part of the
night, he and Sirius had roused for a clumsy, but delicious round of
oral sex and another shag. Late in the morning they woke again and
went twice more. Then he'd gone to return a book to the library,
where Remus had found him, and there was a rough, greedy, pre-lunch
shag there. Severus had loved every single round, but after... he
started to count on his fingers, but after five decided he was too
tired to care – after a whole fucking lot of sex was a close
enough estimation – he knew he couldn't keep up this pace
forever, but it was rather fun to try.

'I'm a slut,' he thought
blandly. He'd always thought it was hot when Remus called him that
during a hard shag, but he'd never given it much serious thought
until now. After all, what other possible reason
could there be for shagging Sirius Black – he started to count
again and found himself still too tired to do the math – a
whole fuckload of times. He hadn't committed to a repeat
performance, but when Sirius implied he might like another go, he
hadn't exactly shot him down, either. 'Not as if I could.
Had his cock down my throat at the time, but then again I didn't stop
and tell him to bugger off, either. Am I mental? You can be
committed for this sort of shite, can't you? Being addicted to sex. I
mean, even for a teenager, this is bad, isn't it?'

It had to be an addiction, some kind of disease. If it was anything
else he would have to compare what it felt like to be fucked raw in
the library by Remus Lupin and what it felt like to be gently
molested and slowly shagged until his brain turned to mush and all he
could do was sink into Sirius Black's warm arms until the world faded
back into focus. If it was anything else, he would have to think of
what it meant to bend over for any handsome man who showed even the
least bit of interest, when his heart was already sworn to Lily
Evans.

If he thought about that, he knew he
didn't deserve her, wasn't nearly good enough for her, so he didn't
let himself think about it. He could tell both Lupin and
Black to shove off, if it was for Lily. Definitely. But Lily being
'just a friend', there really wasn't any reason to bother with
depriving himself of what little enjoyment life had to offer him.

Severus groaned and buried his face
in his pillow. Bad idea, when he closed his eyes all he could seem to
see was Sirius Black smirking down at him, his hair flying all over
the bloody place, and that made him remember the long, slow thrusts,
the way the other boy had curled contently against him afterward and
nuzzled into his back. It had felt so nice to just lay there with
someone, naked and sated, to fall asleep together. 'But
that's what makes it so bad,'
he reminded himself.

With Remus, there were rules. Sex
was quick, hard and fast. Kissing on the mouth was not to be
overindulged in but blow jobs were always welcome. Clothes were
vanished quickly. Talking was best when dirty. Nobody touched
Severus's prick. (He wasn't sure how that had become a rule, but
given how quickly he climaxed when Sirius stroked him he thought it
was a good idea.) And above and beyond all else, absolutely
no cuddling.

He'd broken every rule he'd
established with Lupin in the one night he'd spent on the floor of
the shack with Black. They'd taken their time – too much
foreplay, far too much kissing, and there had definitely
been cuddling. 'What is that git playing at?' He
sometimes referred to Lupin in the privacy of his mind as a lover
because he couldn't think of another word that could more accurately
describe a person you shag on a very regular basis, but he knew that
between thinking of him as a lover and actually being
lovers there was a fine, but very distinct line that neither of them
had any desire to cross. Surely,
Black didn't want to be
lovers.

'Of course he doesn't, Sev. He just has a surprisingly gentle
nature, likes to take his time and enjoy it. And why the hell not,
with his stamina, right? There's nothing weird about it. It's a
different sort of sex than you're used to, but it's still just sex.
It doesn't mean anything.'
Having finally convinced himself of that lie, Severus Snape drifted
off into a deep slumber that could only be brought on by complete
physical and emotional exhaustion. He slept so long he nearly missed
dinner.

*

“What?”

“What what?” Sirius blinked.

“You're whistling, is what?” James laughed.

“Am I?” Sirius asked.

“Incessantly,” Remus blanketed, flipping the page of his
Charms textbook.

“Well, why not, then?” Sirius declared. “It's a
whistley sort of day.”

“What defines a whistley sort of day?” James laughed.

“You know...sun shining...”

“It's been raining since lunch,” Remus pointed out, but
this didn't dampen Sirius's bright mood.

“No homework,” Sirius said more firmly.

“We have a Transfiguration essay due first thing in the
morning,” James pointed out.

“No homework that I'm going to do,” Sirius
clarified. “And, you know, general good karma, and stuff.”

“Sirius, mate, did you buy second-hand spores again? You're
acting kind of loopy.”

“Can't a guy just be cheerful for no reason?” Sirius
complained, ignoring the pointed look Remus was giving him.

“A guy can, sure, but you? Did you play a particularly good
trick on Snape, or something?” James accused.

Sirius's incessant grin faltered a bit. “Maybe he's not as bad
as we think,” he said hesitantly.

“Now I know you've lost it. C'mon Padfoot. Whatever
you got into, I think the infirmary is the way to go,” James
said.

“I'm not bloody sick, James! And I'm not mental either. I'm
just saying, you know. You never know, about people, and stuff, in
general. That's all I'm saying.”

James looked to Remus, who feigned ignorance.

“I think I liked the whistling better,” James blanketed.

“Oh, hey, you know what would be great right now?
Butterbeer. Wanna sneak into Hogsmeade?”

“No, Sirius, we can't, it's the middle of the week,”
Remus sighed. Shagging Snape had apparently knocked loose Sirius's
last few marbles of sanity. Now they were clattering around in the
empty space between his ears that used to be cluttered with big
breasts and pleated skirts.

“That sounds like a blast,” James declared. “You
coming, Moony?”

“Absolutely not!” Remus declared. “Don't you two
ever get serious?”

“I'm totally serious,” Sirius declared. “It's my
middle name. My first name, even. And I seriously want a
butterbeer, right now. And maybe a cheeseburger. Don't act
all innocent. You're just going to run off after curfew as usual. I'd
like to see how you manage without the invisibility cloak, but
Hogsmeade is calling me. C'mon, Prongs. Butterbeer. Burgers.
You in?”

“You eat the burgers, I'll eat the chips,” James
answered.

Remus sighed as he watched them disappear under the cloak and out the
portrait hole.

'Shit. This is going to be a disaster. Even so, it's not really
any of my business.' It just
seemed like one of his best friends was going to end up really hurt,
so he felt like he had to say something,
before it was too late.

*

Remus buttoned the collar of his robes. As usual, he felt rather
complacent after a good, hard shag, but he decided to talk to Snape
anyway, for what little good it would do. “He's not like me,
you know,” he blurted.

“Come again?” Snape asked, and a little voice in his head
reminded him that Black was the one to come again...and again, and
again. He smirked to himself. It was a stupid joke, but the only one
who had to appreciate jokes he cracked in his own head was him.

“Sirius.”

Severus quirked a brow.

“Don't misunderstand,”
Remus said before Snape could jump to the wrong conclusions, “I'm
not jealous. Who you shag is your own business. I'm just saying that
you should be careful. Sirius may not look it, but he's a bit
sensitive and he gets attached easily. He's a good friend of mine.
If you want to shag him, then go ahead and shag him, but make sure
he's very clear that
that's all it will ever be.”

“You're ordering me around, now?” Severus scoffed.

“Not at all. Just take it into consideration. It will be
awkward for everyone if he misunderstands your intentions.”

“And what? Decides he's madly in love with me and can't live
without me?” Severus actually laughed a bit. “If you
actually believe that could ever happen, I'll tell you this story I
know about a fat man in a red suit who traipses across rooftops,
wriggles down chimneys, and delivers presents to small children all
for the low, low price of biscuits and milk.”

Remus sighed. “You're an argumentative bastard, you know.”

Severus grunted in reply. Remus turned around and pulled Severus
back against him, leaving a mark on his throat before Severus could
finish fastening his robes. Severus didn't realize what he was doing
– it felt good, and pleasure was all that had ever mattered
between them, but Remus figured that if he couldn't get through to
Snape, he could at least leave a reminder behind for Sirius –
not a bite, of course, never that, but just enough to mark the
skin for a few days. 'For your sake, Sirius my friend, I
sincerely hope this is just one of your passing infatuations.'

“If you're quite finished,” Severus said when the sandy
haired boy pulled back, “I've things to do.”

“Things, or...” Remus quirked his lips to imply he found
it amusing when he thought it was anything but.

“Yes, things, Lupin,” Severus snapped as he ironed
out his robes. “Contrary to what you seem to believe, I do not
exist solely to bend over for every arrogant Gryffindor who happens
to cross my path.”

“Maybe, Snape, we exist solely to bend you over,” he
teased, then chuckled a bit. “If only that were true, I
suppose there would be no point in studying for my Defense Against
the Dark Arts exam. Alas. Same time tomorrow?”

“Obviously.”

*

Severus twitched slightly as Sirius leaned in entirely too close to
read from his Charms textbook. “What happened to your book,
again?” he muttered tightly.

“Dropped it in the lake,” Sirius mumbled, one step short
of whispering in Snape's ear. It had seemed a fate worse than death
when the teacher had first deigned him and James too disruptive to
sit next to one another and placed Sirius in the corner next to the
'greasy Slytherin git', but now? He subtly slid the palm of his hand
down across the inside of Snape's thigh. Back in the corner like
this, no one would ever notice. Well, no one but Severus Snape, of
course, who cleared his throat as the hand caressed him. His first
instinct was to pull his legs tightly shut, but doing that only
trapped Black's hand between his thighs at an uncomfortable proximity
to his groin.

“Stop that!” he hissed lowly when he released the hand
and flipped the page along with the rest of the class. It was a good
thing he'd already read this portion of the text, because now his
concentration was completely shot to hell. Sirius was leaning his
cheek on his other hand, looking down at the book, and effectively
concealing any expression he might have from the rest of the room.
Severus, however, could see the mischievous smirk quite clearly.

“Why?” Sirius asked just as quietly.

“We're in class,” Severus hissed tightly, but this
seemed to only make Sirius slide his hand further up his thigh.

“...listening to a lecture that could give History of Magic a
run for its money,” Sirius returned. “Relax. No one
suspects a thing.”

Severus sneered a bit. “You dropped your bloody book on
purpose, didn't you?”

“It was a marvelous toss. You should have seen it,”
Sirius grinned impishly. “Almost made it halfway across the
lake.”

He cupped Snape's groin as the smaller boy clutched the book with
tense fingers, and was quite pleased to find the Slytherin growing
erect in spite of himself. He rubbed, and watched Severus lower his
head toward the book to conceal his expression and the sharp intake
of breath as Sirius unfastened his trousers and slipped his hand down
his pants.

“B-Black I'm serious...” Severus tried to warn, but it
wasn't nearly as convincing when his whispered voice cracked as he
turned another page and the hot flesh trapped between Sirius's
fingers, pushing out against his underpants, throbbed hotly in hand.

“...seriously a little pervert for letting me touch you like
this in the middle of class,” Sirius whispered back, giving the
other boy's cock a firm jerk. Just the hand and wrist – he had
to be careful not to let his shoulder move or someone might notice he
was up to something. And if they found out that something involved
being 'up' in general, well, that would cause problems for both of
them.

Severus only barely remembered to turn the next page. He bit the
inside of his cheek so hard to keep himself from moaning he could
taste the metallic hint of his own blood in his mouth when he came.
Sirius, having nothing else to do with the mess, wiped his hand off
on the inside of his robes and let Severus refasten his own zipper,
lest he accidentally harm the prize it contained. He spent the rest
of the class painfully hard, knowing that Severus was sitting there
with a sticky lapful of his own spunk and couldn't do a thing about
it. 'And the way he clenched his fists and dipped his head when
he came, shivering and squeezing his eyes shut like that. I want to
do it again. He looked so... Fuck. I'd blow him in the Great Hall if
I thought I could get away with it. Bloody hell, of all the people
to turn me into an exhibitionist, it's Severus fucking Snape. Never
would have thought that could happen...'

But it had, and he couldn't bring himself to mind. When Severus went
to the bathroom to clean himself up after the lecture, Sirius pushed
him into a stall, cast a quick silencing charm, and rammed into him
as if it was a matter of life and death. Alone in the lavatory,
Severus didn't have any qualms about voicing just how much he liked
the other boy's over-zealousness, or his thick shaft. He grunted
with each thrust, shoved his hips back into them with abandon, and
released his seed into the toilet when Sirius screamed his name and
left a substantial deposit inside of his body.

Severus couldn't even make himself argue with the lips leaving marks
along the back of his shoulders when they implied he should lick
Sirius Black's prick clean of the sticky residue of their recent
coupling. Hell, he did it for Lupin all the time and loved it –
it was sexy. But the difference between Lupin and Black was that the
latter, even so recently after blowing his load, became erect again
when Severus sucked him, which made Severus suck him more, which in
turn got Severus hard again as he swallowed Sirius's second orgasm,
which led, once again, in turn, to Severus seated on the sanitized
bowl with his fingers coiled in Sirius Black's long, dark hair, as
the Gryffindor knelt before him and took his cock down the back of
his throat with increasing confidence until he came – for the
third time in an hour.

He tried to get his mind around what the difference was – why
Remus was completely satisfied with a quick shag in the bowels of the
library, while Sirius couldn't leave well enough alone, but it was
rather difficult to think sensibly when there was a handsome boy
licking cum off his balls.

Sirius sat back. The first time he'd seen Severus taking it up the
arse, it had amazed him how sexy the gangly boy could be. After the
night they spent together in the Shrieking Shack, he'd thought Snape
worthy of a career in porn. He couldn't take his mind off of Severus
now – his body naked and writhing, his mouth open, those little
grunts and purrs stuttering thickly out of the back of his
throat...but looking at him in this instant, spent and dazed, Sirius
honestly thought that Severus Snape was cute. It had nothing to do
with his looks and everything to do with the way his dark eyes were
only half open and his thin lips were pursed into a pout and he
didn't seem to be in any rush to make his body move again after such
a glorious blow job. He was just...'Adorable,' Sirius
realized as he got up and pulled his own pants back on.

Severus took the hint and with a grunt, scrambled to get himself
properly attired. His arse felt numb, but it always felt a little
numb these days and he knew he had no one to blame but himself.
'Blame, indeed. If you didn't love feeling this way, you'd tell
these bloody insatiable Gryffindors no once in a while.'

To
Be Continued...
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