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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter
6

After a week and a half of the silent treatment, Sirius caved in and
asked Remus about the Transfiguration homework just to have an excuse
for something to say. He didn't want to lose his friendship over
some guy, even a guy who he found himself missing far more than he
wanted to admit. It wasn't Remus's fault that the guy they both
fancied was a total slut, he'd decided, and chose to save all his
rage for the snarky Slytherin who hadn't so much as looked him in the
eye since their last time in the Shrieking Shack. He'd thought about
it a lot, and decided whatever bug Snape had up his butt, it had
nothing to do with his performance. He wanted to know what it was
really about. That need to know is what led him to the library at
night and took his customary place concealed behind a shelf, moved
some books aside, and waited.

'This is where it all started,'
he thought. 'This is where I realized I wanted him, but I
had no idea how much, back then.'
The sex had only been the beginning. While he missed that badly, he
missed cuddling up against the scrawny body more, and even his
sarcastic sense of humor and the way Snape would occasionally answer
one of Sirius's lamer jokes with a grunt and a mono-syllabic, “fool.”
So why Remus? What did Remus have that he didn't? He felt like he
needed that answer to get over it and move on, even if it meant
watching Severus get shagged by another guy again.

He held his breath as Severus
entered the secreted alcove and placed his bag off to one side. He
started undressing immediately, but he looked tense. His shoulders
and back seemed taut, and Sirius fought an urge to go massage them as
he dropped his robes over by the bag. 'Merlin, I've missed
that arse,' he thought before he
could stop himself. 'Slender hips, spindly legs, long
cock...' Which Severus gave a
few good, strong jerks. That didn't make sense. If Remus was the
one he wanted, then why did he have to wank to get himself riled
before the other boy arrived? Something about all of this was
strange.

Remus arrived and undressed quickly. They didn't even say hello to
one another before he pushed Severus to his knees and pressed his
cock against the Slytherin's thin lips. Severus obediently opened
them and sucked, letting Remus rock his hips into his face until he
came and sank down the bookshelf. He looked over at Snape's half-hard
cock with a bland smile. “You're still thinking about him,
then?”

“It's none of your business,”
Severus griped. Sirius knew that he must be the 'him'. So now he
was some kind of sexual deterrent? Before, Severus would get off
over and over again when they were together, now thinking about him
meant the git had trouble getting it up? 'What the fuck did
I do to change things so much?'
He shook his head. That wasn't why he was here, not really. Remus
and Severus were really just sitting next to each other. Didn't look
terribly intimate.

“Sorry,” Severus said so quietly that Sirius hardly heard
it. “...he's talking to you again, though. I saw him sit next
to you in the Great Hall.”

“More or less,” Remus answered, and then they fell silent
again. Remus reached over and started fondling Snape's somewhat less
than enticed member after a minute or so of deafening silence. “I
don't mind if you think about him, you know. If it helps. You've
been thinking about him when we shag for a while now, haven't you?”

Severus brushed the hand away and stood rather abruptly. “I
think it's time to put an end to it, Lupin.”

Remus sighed and smiled wistfully. “To be honest, I was
wondering when you'd say those words for a while now. What I'm not
sure about is why you're casting Sirius away too. You fancy him,
don't you?”

“You know why,” Severus grimaced, giving up the game once
and for all as he reached for his robes. His nights were going to be
lonely now, with only a book and his left hand to keep him company.
His afternoons, too, but enough was enough. This was a bad situation
for everyone. Shagging Sirius was too risky. Shagging Remus had been
gradually losing its novel excitement since he'd started shagging
Sirius. Neither thing was meant to last, not if he wanted to hold
onto the hope that one day Lily Evans would look at him and see
something more than a friend, and even now there was little in life
he wanted more than that. She was his ideal – if he reminded
himself of that, it made this all much easier.

“Because you're a closet romantic,” Remus answered. He
thought it was ridiculous, the way Snape mooned after Lily when she
would obviously only ever be a friend. It seemed even more pathetic
that the one person who really did want Severus had been pushed away
because he was afraid of letting go of his childish love for one that
suited him far better, but it wasn't his place to say. “Would
falling for Sirius have been so bad?” he asked. “You
seemed really happy, you know, while you were shagging both of us.”

“I wasn't happy. I was simply trapped in a perpetual state of
afterglow thanks to a pair of insatiable Gryffindor prats,”
Severus snipped irritably.

Remus smirked and wrapped his arms around him, nipping at his ear.
It seemed as if he was set on one last go round. “You weren't
complaining at the time.”

“Of course I wasn't,” Severus sighed, the robes slipping
from his fingers when Remus began toying with his nipples.
“...someone actually wanted me.” Damn him. That
felt good. The hard cock pressed against his bare arse felt pretty
good, too. He hated that Remus could manipulate him so easily, even
when he wasn't in the mood, didn't even have any particular emotions
as regarded the other boy, other than a general sense of annoyance
over the placating smile he always wore.

“And so the problem came in when you started to want him back,
hm?”

Severus grunted as the Gryffindor's hands smoothed down his sides.
“It's none of your business.”

Remus dug his nails into the bony hips a bit, causing a hiss to
escape Snape's lips. Sirius only barely managed to bite back a
protest at the way Remus was hurting his lover on purpose. 'Not my
lover anymore,' he reminded himself sullenly.

“You made it my business when you asked me to lie for you,
Severus.” He ground his hips, slid his prick along Snape's
crack. “You made it my business just now, too, when you
decided to end it even though none of what we've been doing changes
regardless of your other drama. What you and I are doing, Severus –
it doesn't matter. It has no real bearing on anything. The real
problem is that you've started to want him, isn't it?” He left
a mark on Snape's throat and Snape let him. Severus didn't know why
he was allowing any of this – because positive attention, even
for the wrong reasons, was still positive attention, probably, and he
was desperate for that. “We're only using one another,”
Remus purred. Sirius wouldn't have been able to hear the words were
it not for the deafening silence of this hour of night, in which even
the slightest sound is drastically pronounced. “So use me to
forget about him.”

'Say no, Severus. Push him away. If you push him away now, I'll
forgive you for being a cowardly Slytherin and running away. I might
even forgive you for the lying.'

But Severus didn't push him away. He quirked his lips in resignation
as he felt Lupin adjust and press his head gently against his pucker.
He waited for permission and Severus gave it silently by leaning
forward and pressing his hands down on the armchair, spreading his
legs wider. Remus slipped in with a groan and started thrusting.

Sirius felt sick as he watched. It was exactly the same show as the
first time from a different angle – no gentleness, no real
passion. Remus didn't touch Snape's cock at all. They didn't kiss, or
caress. When it was over they licked one another clean out of habit,
dressed quickly and went their separate ways. The first time he'd
seen it, he'd thought it was unbearably sexy. Now he saw it for what
it was – empty, meaningless rutting. He hated them both for
that, a little, even Remus, who he'd already pretended to forgive.
Snape though! Snape was far worse! Leave it to a cowardly Slytherin
to run from the one real relationship he has in favor of
mindless sex that he doesn't even like that much! And then to cave
in after saying he didn't want above mentioned mindless sex any
longer, just because of a little necking and pinching and because it
was easier to bend over than it was to pick a fight. 'Fucking
coward. If he knew what Remus was like during the full moon, he would
run screaming. That'd show him.'

That very instant, Sirius would not realize until much, much later,
was the first link in a chain of events that would pull his life, and
the lives of everyone he loved, to pieces.

To
Be Continued...
- 5
- 6
- 7
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