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TITLE: Scarlet and Green
AUTHOR: Crystal Claire
PAIRING: SS/SB
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: crystalclaire2002@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All characters and the game Quidditch belong to J.K. Rowling.
SUMMARY: My challenge: PWP either before/during/after a Quidditch match. I chose after.
NOTES: Part of the Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest (scenario challenge #11), but well, quite a different (and hopefully better) version than the one submitted for the fest.
WARNING: Non-con elements.
ARCHIVING: The Severus Snape Fuh-Q Fest Archive, Snitchfiction.net, AFF.net, Snapeslash list, Snape_Black list. If you want it (and I'd be honored), just ask first.
ACKNOWLEDMENTS: My many thanks go to those who beta'd and provided invaluable feedback, but especially to Nadine who spent a lot of time and energy helping me make this better.

Scarlet and Green

by Crystal Claire
It was almost sunrise when students and professors alike stumbled back to the castle for sustenance and sleep, grateful the headmaster cancelled classes for the day though it was not the longest ever played on Hogwart's pitch. Still, it hadn't been without its surprises. My house, Slytherin, emerged victorious over the indomitable Gryffindors. And though our unexpected victory was already steeped in controversy, it mattered little to us. Any Slytherin will tell you a win is still a win.
I stood at the end of the pitch, watching and waiting. Black was packing up the quidditch trunk when Potter and Pettigrew approached. The Gryffindor Keeper, despite looking spent and weary, wrestled the last bludger into its home with more force than necessary. He locked it in place and slammed the lid close. But when I saw Potter bristle, my suspicions were confirmed. Though accepted back into the fold after his three-week suspension, Sirius Black was not completely forgiven, even by the most loyal of friends.
Nodding in my direction and providing quick words, Black seemed to ward off Potter's impending tirade. He left the trunk in care of his friends and crossed the pitch in long, sure strides. I resisted the urge to straighten my robes, and firmly stood my ground.
Though he stopped well within my personal space, the effect was ruined by the quickest of glances back over his shoulder. I, too, peered over at an apprehensive looking Potter and a nearly panic-stricken, wand-clutching Pettigrew.
"Pettigrew won't mistakenly blast us to smithereens, will he?"
Sirius snorted, but then waved away his friends. Potter hesitated before directing Pettigrew to pick up the trunk. I breathed a sigh of relief when they went on their way.
"James thinks an apology is in order," Black bit out.
I cocked an eyebrow. "And here I thought Pettigrew was the simpleton."
"Let's leave James out of this, shall we?"
"It wasn't me who brought him into this," I reminded him.
"Right," was his terse response.
"And Lupin? Has he forgiven you?" Black only growled.
Black was the self-assigned protector of the Marauders, as they liked to call themselves. It was more than a little ironic that he was the one who caused them to spend a majority of their free time in detention. But in this case, his actions had not only threatened my very existence, but the lives of Lupin and Potter as well.
"Look, Snape, despite what you think, I wasn't out to kill you."
"No, you would have had Lupin to do your dirty work."
"Feck!" He continued his cursing as he turned away from me and paced. I was close to being pummeled. I stood there with a hex ready.
"What did you want then?" I drawled impatiently.
Black stopped in his tracks at my question as if considering it for the first time. "To scare you so you would leave me — us alone."
"Congratulations. My life did indeed flash before my eyes. But at what price? You nearly destroyed your friends."
"My friends mean everything to me." He turned to me, "Don't..." He stopped himself. My proud Gryffindor would not beg.
"Then, you've thought about — my offer?" I didn't expect a booming laugh in answer.
"Your offer?" He was incredulous.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. "My proposition."
"Ultimatum," he ground out, brown eyes narrowed into a piercing stare. It doesn't have the effect
he intended though. I noticed for the first time, that his eyes weren't truly brown. They were hazel.
A soft brown smattered with green. Not a vibrant green like Lily's eyes, but a rich green.
"Are you ready to prove your loyalty?" I asked coolly, but unable to break eye contact until Black finally looked away.
He shifted on his feet, and popped his neck, a habit I catalogued long ago. "I don't have to prove anything to you."
I tried another tactic. "Will you protect Remus's secret or not, Black?"
He winced, and then I knew he was mine. "Fine, but let's get this over with now."
I nodded and turned away from the quidditch pitch. Silently, Black followed me off the pitch and across the open field until we reached a gentle slope. It was blanketed with the early morning dew. Slowly and deliberately, we made our way down the slope.
At the bottom, I turned his face toward me. The gentle touch of my fingers against his jaw caused him to shrink back. "I will have to touch you," I snapped.
Long dark bangs fell forward as he dipped his head and mumbled, "Right."
"Give me your hand," I demanded.
I grasped the extended hand. It was not soft or delicate, nor was it coarse or callused. It was simply strong and capable. I turned it over, exposing the palm. I gave an undignified snort at the sight of two lines that have merged into one dividing his palm.
"What?" He sounded offended.
"You were born to be a Gryffindor," I laughed.
"What do you mean?"
Pleased his curiosity has gotten the better of him, I answered. "You have a Simian line. This explains your intensity, your impulsivity, and your compulsion for ignoring your intellect and always following your heart." Almost always following your heart, I amended to myself.
I raised Black's hand to my mouth and with the tip of my tongue traced the crease before gliding along the underside of his long index finger, pulling the digit into my mouth. His dark eyelashes fluttered close. I dropped Black's hand and began unfastening his scarlet quidditch robe, but those capable hands clamped over my wrists, halting me.
I faltered, unnerved and almost spellbound by the deep olive green charging his eyes, and making them seem more dangerous than a basilisk's. When I found my voice and resolve, I asked mildly, "Would you rather do it?"
The pressure on my wrists increased as he contemplated his answer. I held my breath knowing there were three possible responses. Yes, no, and bugger off. To my relief, he shook his head and released my hands. I continued my work on the robe, and pushed it off his shoulders so that it pooled at his feet.
I slipped my hands underneath his shirt and softly brushed against goosebumps. Whether he was cold or aroused, I could not tell. Slowly, I lifted the shirt over his broad shoulders and off. It dropped from my fingers as my eyes took in his finely sculpted torso. Proving that at sixteen he had crossed that line from boy to man, black hair lightly covered his chest, narrowing into a fine trail down his abdomen. I restrained myself from caressing him as I noted his arms were held stiffly at his sides, hands not clenched but tense.
Cautiously, I reached out and delicately pushed back a stray lock from his brow. I let my fingertips run through his hair until my hand cradled the back of his neck, and I pulled him, though not smoothly, in for a kiss. And missed.
I gripped his jaw, and turned his head so that he was again facing me. His eyes were closed tightly, and I leaned in delicately and touched my lips against his. When I felt his tremble with hesitancy, I knew this was a first for him. I deepened the kiss, my tongue delved past his teeth, tasting a sweetness I've only dreamt of. I sighed into his mouth and felt him relax, if only a little. I moved my other hand to his back and lowered him onto the grass, into the early morning dew. Black grabbed onto me so as not to fall.
I broke the kiss and took a moment to lightly follow the path of hair with my fingertips. I gauged his reaction. His eyes were dark and confused, but his lips were still parted. And though his hands felt good on my shoulder and waist, I grasped them and held them, fingers entwined. I pinned him beneath my body, knowing that he could push me off and end this at any moment. And so, I took the silent invitation of his open lips and kissed him once more.
My exploration continued unhindered, but I could tell he was holding back even though his mouth moved gently with mine. I again broke the kiss with a soft tug to his lower lip and suppressed a grin as he sighed involuntarily at the loss of contact. I nuzzled into his neck, almost where it met the shoulder. I gave a quick nip and then sank in for a bite and reveled at the feel of Black's erratic pulse against my tongue. He moaned and bucked his hips against mine. His body craved more, but his flushed face turned away in embarrassment.
"I've wanted this for an eternity," I whispered into his ear. Black gave the slightest of nods. He knew. He always knew.
I released Black's hands and nipped lightly across his chest until I reached the left nipple. I took it in my mouth, suckling it while I simultaneously pinched and twisted the right one. He arched his back and gasped in surprise. Encouraged, I freed the button of his trousers, but his body tenses beneath me. However, I hesitated only a moment for the pressure of his cock urged me to continue. I hooked my fingers underneath an elastic waistband and tugged both trousers and boxers down his hips and thighs. I fumbled with shoes and socks forgotten in my haste. The rest of the clothing followed quickly. I paused to memorize Black's skin painted with the warm pinks and purples of the rising sun.
Black's wary eyes followed my hands as they unfastened my own green quidditch robe, and I wavered. Would he undress me if I asked? I dismissed the thought and continued stripping until I was similarly exposed.
My knee parted his legs and I positioned myself between them as I ran my hands down his lean sides and narrow hips. I bent down and kissed the sensitive area by his hipbone and then gnawed hungrily until he writhed. I licked up salt and sweat, and I saw his hand clenching and pulling at the wet grass in anticipation. He didn't have to wait long. I took him into my mouth. First just the tip, my tongue swirled around began stroking. Slowly, I pulled more of him into my warmth. I sucked and swallowed; my tongue relished the precious taste of Black's precome. I lightly scraped my teeth along his length as I drew back, and Black rewarded me with a muffled whimper that went straight through me.
Breathe, I told myself. I did and I regained my focus, setting an easy rhythm. And as I sucked and stroked, I felt the feathery touch of Black's hands in my hair once then twice, but then no more. I hazarded a glance and found they were again clutching at the grass. Two heartbeats later, he came in my mouth, long and hard, his body quivering beneath me. In my mind, I quickly recited all of the ingredients and steps necessary to make the Draught of the Living Dead or I would have been gone too.
After regaining a measure of control, I wet two fingers and slid them down between his cheeks. I felt the muscle tense and constrict under my fingertips. I moved so that we were face to face. He looked completely and utterly debauched. I raised an eyebrow and got a chagrined smirk in return. This time, he pulled me closer and initiated the kiss, if tentatively. His tongue slid over mine and he hummed in my mouth as he tasted his own seed. Draught of Living Dead, I reminded myself.
At first, he was a bit awkward, even clumsy, in his exploration of this male body above him. But as he abandon himself to the fire like I knew he would, his capable hands left my skin burning and aching for more. His passion didn't shock me though. He hated me passionately for years. And while I now fed on that ire-turned-ardor, it was something else I was looking for. Something else that I needed.
I pushed one finger in and Black stiffened beneath me, throwing his head back and ending our kiss. I murmured reassuring words into his ear as I worked the ring of muscle and soon I inserted the second finger. I moved them in and out slowly, adding a twist that sent his hips off the ground and left his hands trembling on my shoulders. He groaned when I pulled out, and I knew he was ready.
I smoothed my precome over my erection and added a little saliva. I raised his shaky legs and position myself. I watch his face as I push into him. Surprise. Pain. He bit his lower lip, and I waited for his body to adjust. However, it was my turn to be overwhelmed when Black nodded and pushed against me. In a matter of a few strokes, his face displayed rapture. I grabbed his cock, which had hardened again, and stroked it in time with our movement. I changed the angle of my penetration so that I could thrust against his prostate.
"Severus!" he cried out, a rhapsody to my ears. If I could have smiled, I would have for that was another first for him. I have always been Snape. Always. So when my given name fell from his lips, I was lost as well. We exploded and shattered, first him between our sweat slicked bodies and then me inside of him.
You surrendered.
I won.
Moments later, the morning sun christened our skin as we remained tangled together in the grass. The intoxicating smell of sex surrounded us, almost masking the sweet scent of the earth that breathed beneath us. Reluctantly, I lifted myself from where I collapsed. Black's arm covered his expressive eyes, but a choked sob betrayed him.
I turned away and released my own shuddering breath. I silently gathered my clothes and dressed in haste. I climbed the hill and didn't look back. After all, isn't a win is still a win?
~~End~~
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