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Starfish	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 10689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money off of it. If I did, Snape would have gotten shagged more. A lot more.

Chapter List
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A/N: This story is part of my 'Snape's Skivvies' series. Each story
in 'Snape's Skivvies' is a oneshot that can stand on its own, but you
will probably get the most out of them by reading the series in
order. This fic is predominantly Sirius x Severus, Marauders
Era but also includes
bits of Snarry and mentions of Remus x Severus.

Warnings: slash, bottomSnape!

The Series So Far:

1. Heat (Snape x Harry)

2. Underneath (Remus x Severus, with mentions of Snape x Harry)

3. Starfish (Sirius x Severus. This Story.)

Starfish

Part of the 'Snape's Skivvies' Series. Story 3 of 5.

“I'll
deal with Potter. You've enough on your hands,” Snape told
Madam Pomfrey with his usual derisive sneer.

'I knew there was a reason I fell off my broom,' Harry
thought, happy in spite of the scrapes and bruises polka-dotting his
arms and torso. Rogue bludger. He managed to dodge it, but the last
turn had been too abrupt and he went spiraling to the ground. He
figured he got off lucky – Ron's arm was broken, and Malfoy …
well, Malfoy had been hit so hard in the face that Harry almost felt
bad for him. Almost. Seeing as Malfoy was probably the arse who
spelled the bludger to go wild, Harry figured he deserved it. Well,
Draco was good for one thing, at least – his injuries were so
bad that Snape had an excuse to claim Madam Pomfrey was too busy and
offer to treat Harry himself. Swoon. Swoon and happy pink hearts. Ron
was carefully not looking their way as he was treated. He knew Harry
had been seeing Snape for months now, and that his big mouth could
get them all into trouble. Of course, he still thought it was weird
for anyone to like Snape, but if Harry was happy, then he was happy
for Harry. Really...so long as they didn't have to talk about it.

Harry couldn't help but grin contentedly as he trailed Snape's
billowing robes down to the dungeons. Between examinations and
Quidditch, it had been almost two weeks since he'd been able to get
any alone time with his lover. He missed the way the man looked at
him when no one was around to see it, and the way he would gently
caress his cheek before kissing him, and...well, you know, other
things. If falling off his broom is what was needed for the
opportunity to curl up in his beloved Professor's arms, then he'd
take the scrapes and bruises gladly.

“Wipe
that idiotic grin off of your face and sit down,” Snape
complained as he set the ingredients he would require for the proper
healing potion meticulously on his desk.

Harry actually recognized most of them for once. Buggering Severus
Snape had done wonders for his potions grade, not because Snape was
going easy on him, but because he couldn't help but learn by osmosis
while spending time with the man. “What's that?” he
asked, pointing at a jar of translucent peach liquid.

“Starfish
oil,” Severus answered blandly. “It is primarily used in
salves for healing cuts and abrasions, such as I am about to make for
you. Do sit still until I can treat your injuries. This potion takes
a few hours to reach full potency.”

“Oh,
I've heard of that stuff. People use it as a lubricant, don't they?”
Harry asked. Sit still. Bah! He could take a little pain for the sake
of cuddling, damn it, but he knew that tone meant Snape would not be
swayed. He'd have to kill the time with conversation.

Severus nearly dropped the bottle. “Harry!”

Harry's eyes widened and he leaned forward. He knew that Severus'
accusatory tone usually meant he had some experience with just what
was being discussed. “You've used it!” Harry laughed. Oh,
this was going to be an entertaining conversation after all! His
lover was just so damn sexy that he rather enjoyed picturing him in
all sorts of sexual situations – so long as they were past
tense; all sexual situations for the present and future were Harry's.
That didn't mean he was going to get all jealous over ancient
history. The thought of Professor Lupin bending him over when they
were students still made Harry's stomach flutter and his mouth go
dry. Very sexy, that.

Severus considered his options a moment. Option #1: lie. Harry would
eventually nag him into telling the entire story anyway. Option #2:
come clean. If done properly, Harry might not think to ask additional
questions on the matter. If done improperly, this could turn out to
be far more humiliating than option #1 in the end. Option #2 it was.
At least he stood a chance.

“Once,”
he replied. “When I was very young and far more reckless than I
am now.”

Harry let the subject go, much to Snape's relief. He sat down at his
desk and began adding ingredients carefully to a small cauldron. For
a while, Harry seemed content just to watch Snape – those
elegant fingers working ingredients with careful deliberation, but
silence only ever lasted but so long with Harry.

“So,
I've been wondering,” he began. Snape sighed in response but
let him continue. “How long did you and Professor Lupin date?”

“For
the last time, we did not date.
We simply shagged a few times,” Severus reiterated for what he
was sure was the thousandth time. He didn't know why Harry was so
fascinated by such a trivial matter. What had been between himself
and Remus Lupin was only ever about sex. It wasn't even a very
interesting story, as far as Severus was concerned.

“So
you keep telling me, but I can't help but think, you know, you bought
a thong
for
him. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing you'd go out of your way
to do for someone you were just shagging once in a while. It's okay.
I mean, Professor Lupin's a really good guy, I don't think there's
anything wrong with you dating him. Past tense, of course. You're
mine now.”

“We
were not
dating,”
Severus repeated adamantly, though he couldn't help a slight coil of
satisfaction at the way Harry claimed him as 'mine'. He had expected
Harry to become sick of him quickly, but many months had passed and
it seemed his young lover only grew more attached to him over time.

“Oh
yeah? Did you ever buy him a birthday present?” Harry
challenged.

Snape's shoulders tensed marginally. “I considered it once, but
circumstance conspired against me. Just as well, really.”

“What
kind of circumstance?” Harry asked, leaning forward.

“The
kind, Harry, that is none of your damned business.”

Harry's grin widened at that tone of voice. It was the tone Snape
used when he was trying to keep his sex life private from the
Gryffindor's endless inquiry. “In other words, it was another
guy. Who?”

“You
don't want to know.”

“Sure
I do!” Harry declared. Snape being shagged by Lupin had been
worth a few very, very sexy dreams. He was sure whoever had gotten in
the way of that must have been worth it.

“No.
Trust me. You definitely don't,” Snape replied firmly.

Harry frowned. “Severus,” he pleaded. “Come on!
Tell me. Please?”

Several
Years Earlier, March 10^th, Hogsmeade

Severus hugged the bag from the apothecary to his chest with extreme
care. He'd been doing Lucius and his friends' homework for two weeks
to earn enough money for the ingredients he would need to make the
healing salve he'd found in the Advanced Potions textbook. Remus had
been hinting that he wanted a birthday present for weeks. Severus
suspected he wanted sex, but he'd already sworn to himself (for the
seventeenth time) that that wasn't going to happen anymore. It was
insane. Nothing about shagging Remus Lupin made sense. Well, maybe
the fact that it always felt so damn good made perfect sense, but
other than that... No, this sort of thing had to end. And if he had
to become friends with the compulsive Gryffindor to see to it,
then that's just what he was going to do. Or so he told himself. Even
as he thought it he knew shagging Remus was far worse than a bad cold
and wouldn't be so easily shaken off.

Case in point: he was wearing a thong. A black thong. It wasn't as
uncomfortable as he thought it would be, but was still more than a
little awkward. It was ridiculous, of course, but as he walked down
the street he just had this feeling that people were going to know.
It was Lupin's birthday, and he was wearing a thong, and carrying
ingredients to make a healing potion for the various cuts and
scratches he often found littering the taller boy's body which he
knew – in spite of how Remus teased him – had nothing to
do with rough sex or angry kittens. He wanted to know more about how
he was getting those injuries (and about Remus in general – a
recent fascination that worried him), but since Lupin wouldn't tell
him he was just going to have to spy and find out the hard way.

He was so lost in his thoughts as he approached the Three Broomsticks
that he didn't notice the group of Gryffindors heading up the street
near by. Unfortunately, one of the Gryffindors noticed him.

*

Sirius Black was, perpetually, on his worst behavior. If there was a
prank to be pulled, he was probably the prankster. If it wasn't him,
then his best friend James had to be the culprit, but at the moment,
James was far more interested in going into Honeydukes, where he'd
just spotted a flash of red hair, than he was in pulling pranks.
James had a fancy for showing off, particularly in front of Lily
Evans. It was charming in a way, but Sirius was already bored of it.
All this courtship nonsense – he should just shag the girl and
get it out of his system. Any Gryffindor who'd befriend Snivellus
Snape, he figured, was bad news. He turned his attention back to the
conversation.

“All
I'm saying is you shouldn't pick on him so much,” Remus was
telling James. “If you're trying to get on good terms with
Lily, I don't think it's helping your case any. They're friends,
aren't they?”

James scoffed. “More like a beautiful girl being trailed after
by a mangy stray. Lily's too nice is all. What's the point of being
friends with that greasy git?”

“Even
so,” Remus sighed. His campaign to end Severus' perpetual
torment wasn't really going very well. He felt like a heel every time
he stood aside silently while James and Sirius picked on him, but
they were his friends and Severus was... well, he wasn't exactly sure
what
they were to each other at this point – just some guy he was
shagging, he supposed. He wasn't deluded enough to think there was
anything real between them. Severus loved Lily, and as for
Remus...well, if he was honest with himself he had to admit there was
someone he'd rather be shagging than Severus Snape. He tried not to
be honest with himself too often as it made him feel like the scum of
the earth. He really did like Severus, just...not enough to love him.

“You
know, Remus, if I didn't know better, I'd think you'd taken a fancy
to Snivellus,” Sirus commented with his usual devil-may-care
grin.

Remus answered the grin with a cryptic little smile. “Well,
I'll admit that I've recently discovered he has a cute side which I
believe deserves the benefit of the doubt.”

Sirius let out a barking laugh. James was already headed into the
sweet shop where he knew he would find Lily, and wasn't paying his
friends any mind. He had a stray of his own trailing at his heels:
Peter.

“A
cute side? To that greasy git? You had me going for a minute there,
Remus,” Sirius answered, slapping his friend firmly on the
back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of slouch-rounded
shoulders and a curtain of dark hair just disappearing around the
corner past the Three Broomsticks. That section of Hogsmeade was one
that not many students frequented. It was a little seedy, really.
Sirius, of course, had explored the first chance he got out of
curiosity. That someone as shady as Snape was heading that way was
really no surprise, but he wasn't about to miss a prime chance at
Snape-bashing for something as trite as stalking Lily through
Honeydukes. “Hey, you keep James out of trouble, I'll catch
up.”

Remus frowned. “Sirius, don't...”

“Don't
what?” Sirius grinned mischievously. “I just want to see
if I can spot this 'cute side' you so adamantly claim exists.”
They both knew Snape's 'cute side' wasn't even remotely what was on
Sirius' mind, but Remus could never protest too firmly when Sirius
was involved. He sighed and followed after James and Peter as Sirius
darted across the street and around the corner.

“Traho
Pessum!*” he declared, pointing his wand at Snape's pants
before the other boy had time to register his presence. Subtlety had
never been Sirius' forte. If he was going to do any real damage, he
had to do it quickly, and there had been something so funny about
James pantsing the little git that he wanted to relive the
experience, badly.

He opened his mouth, ready to spew out a number of carefully planned
insults about Severus' dingy briefs, but his jaw dropped when he saw
the thin black strand running between two moon-white orbs. It took
him an instant to realize what he was looking at, and when he did, he
was already half hard. 'Merlin's beard!' 'Snivellus' was
hiding the cutest, most shaggable arse he'd ever laid eyes on. 'Cute
side, indeed. Remus, my friend, you need to learn to share.'

*

If Severus sometimes spent time in this part of town, it was only the
solitude he was after. Today, it was intensely important that he find
somewhere secluded to brew a potion to give to Remus for his
birthday. Remus wouldn't go out of his way to see him during the day,
but Severus knew, without fail, the sandy-haired Gryffindor would
find him in the depths of the library tonight. He had to be ready by
then. There were rooms down this strip of cobbled road that you could
rent by the hour, and the hours were cheap. He decided that would be
the best way to go about his brewing. In the middle of the day, the
moaning on the other side of the wall shouldn't be too loud.
In theory, anyway.

Severus had been so lost in his thoughts that for a moment he didn't
quite register what had just happened. Someone screamed something
behind him, and suddenly there was a cool breeze on the back of his
thighs. His face reddened dramatically. He wouldn't run this time, he
told himself. He wouldn't run. He tugged them back up – a
process which gave Sirius Black a very good view of his posterior and
forced the Gryffindor to thoughtlessly adjust the front of his
trousers – and spun about, slashing his wand sharply through
the air. 'Levicorpus!' he thought angrily. He'd have liked to
cast something better on the prat, something particularly sinister,
but levicorpus was the first spell that came to mind.

Sirius found himself hanging from the air in a rather undignified
manner as Severus Snape glared indignantly at him, clutching a bag
from the apothecary tightly to his chest. Snape still wasn't all too
pretty from this side, Sirius thought – his features were too
dramatic and far too sharp – but there was no fighting the
arousal his slim hips and taut buttocks had inspired. There was no
hiding it either, so he didn't bother to try. Really, the greasy git
ought to be flattered that someone of Sirius' looks and innate charm
wanted to shag him senseless, he decided. But Severus Snape seemed
too enraged to notice.

They were alone on the street, which turned out to be convenient for
both of them. Severus didn't have an entire group of students to
stare at his bare arse this time, and Sirius...well, Sirius didn't
really want to be seen hanging upside down with a woody if he could
help it.

“Let
me down, Snivellus.”

“Like
hell I will!” Severus declared. “I really ought to do you
a fair bit worse,” he huffed. But it was all talk.

Sirius smirked a bit. “Do me, eh? Sounds interesting,” he
postured. “Like you do Remus, maybe? Do you suck his cock like
a whore? Let him bend you over and pound your tight arse? Do you beg
for more? Or maybe you scream out his name when you come.”

Severus flushed brightly. Had Lupin been telling his friends
about what they did together? That
bastard! It was private, and even if it weren't, he still wouldn't
want Black to know about it! He flicked his wand abruptly and sent
Sirius crashing head first into the pavement. He turned sharply and
headed on his way, just barely able to keep his brisk stride from
turning into that running he swore he wouldn't be doing again. He
didn't think Remus would be getting a damn thing from him now, but
he'd spent all the money on the ingredients, he might as well make
the potion anyway. It would come in handy the next time Potter
decided to drop a tree branch on his head.

Sirius just barely managed to catch
himself on his forearm as he crashed. 'Prick.' Speaking
of pricks, though, his was intolerably hard. Watching Snape's tight
arse turn into a shady looking tavern with hourly rates on a board
outside really didn't help his situation any. It was practically an
invitation, and one he couldn't bring himself to pass up. He
scrabbled to his feet and hurried after him, but when he opened the
door, he didn't see Snape. He glanced around and found the youngest
person in the room still had at least twenty years on him. Sirius
turned to the busty wench behind the bar. Normally, he'd be subtly
drooling over her prominent cleavage and flirting, but he had other
things in mind at the moment and they were making his tongue lose the
ability to form words.

The woman arched a brow at him. “Something you need, kid?”

“Uh,
someone just came in here. My age,” he started gesturing at
Severus' height as if she needed more description than 'my age'.

Her lip quirked slightly and she nodded. “Room Four. First
landing,” she gestured to a stairwell near the entrance. “End
of the hall.” Kids.

“Right.”
Sirius tried not to hurry too much and embarrass himself, but it was
probably far too late for that at this point. Once his foot hit the
first step he was taking them two at a time. He didn't knock. There's
no way Snape would let him in, so he just burst into the room.

He blinked.

Severus was sitting on the floor Indian Style, spreading out potion
ingredients in an arc before him and arranging his workspace as best
he could without a desk. He startled when the door suddenly slammed
open and grabbed his wand, leaping to his feet defensively.

Sirius grinned and waved his empty
hands. His arm was bleeding, he realized. He'd scraped it pretty
badly with that fall, and it was starting to sting. “I come in
peace. Peace.”
He stopped there, because he'd almost said 'Snivellus' which really,
probably wasn't the best thing to say to someone you were looking to
shag.

Severus lowered his wand, but only marginally, eyes narrowed
suspiciously.

Sirius took in the scene and somehow couldn't keep himself from
laughing. I was a slight snicker at first, but the snicker became a
chuckle, and the chuckle a guffaw. “Only you would come to a
place like this to brew a potion.” It was bizarre, but somehow
just suited Severus Snape so perfectly that Sirius couldn't help but
laugh at it.

“It's
none of your business,” Severus griped. “Get out.”

“Can't,”
Sirius said, shutting the door and locking it behind him. “I
think, seeing as I'm bleeding, you at least owe it to me to fix me
up. You're some kind of genius, right? So it should be no problem for
you. Least you could do, really, for trying to drop me on my head.
What if I died?”

“Then
I'd have one less nuisance in my life,” Snape answered
grumpily.

Sirius was taking off his shirt. Why the hell was he taking off his
shirt? Sure, there was dirt and blood all over the left sleeve, but
that was his own fault, damn it! If he hadn't suddenly yanked his
pants down like that, and then provoked him...

Sirius flexed his forearm and hissed
a bit. It was really just a bad scrape, but that didn't mean he
couldn't use his injury as an excuse to get Severus to touch him, and
once first contact was made, well, then all best were off, weren't
they? Merlin, he was
horny. And Snape was in a thong, and people just didn't wear thongs
unless they were planning to get laid, did they? Of course they
didn't. At least Sirius thought so.

He flopped onto the bed. “Come on, Severus. Help a guy out.”
It sounded weird. 'Severus'. He didn't think he'd actually said the
name before. Ever since first year he'd been alternating between
'greasy git' and 'Snivellus'. He repeated the given name in his mind
a few more times, willing himself not to slip and ruin everything.

Severus sighed. “Fine, I'll fix your stupid arm. Then you'll
leave.” It wasn't a request, but Sirius figured it didn't
matter. He wasn't usually one for following orders anyway. He didn't
think Severus was so daft that he didn't notice the bulge in his
trousers, but if he wasn't, then his poker face was amazing; he
showed no sign of noticing how hard Sirius was as he picked up his
wand and grumbled a bit as he sat on the bed beside the Gryffindor,
taking his arm in hand and muttering some spell under his breath. His
wand tip dragged slowly just above the wound, and left a warm tingle
in its wake.

“There,”
Severus said. “Now...”

But before he could say 'leave',
Sirius suddenly grabbed the back of his head with the other hand and
snogged him adamantly. Severus was used to treatment like this from
Remus at this point, so it didn't dawn on him at first to resist. The
lips against his own were soft, but insistent, and the grip on the
back of his head firm, but not so firm that he felt threatened.

He opened his mouth to the invading tongue and let it slide along his
own before his brain caught up to his body. He stopped the kiss
abruptly, pressing his palms against Sirius' bare chest and
dislodging himself. “What the hell do you think you're doing,
Black?!” he demanded.

Sirius acted on instinct. He pushed Severus back against the mattress
and straddled him to keep him pinned, held his hands over his head so
he couldn't do any substantial damage, magical or otherwise. “I
thought that was rather obvious, Snape,” he answered. He rolled
his hips forward against the Slytherin's, letting Severus feel his
erection glide along his thigh. He bit his lip against the subtle
pleasure that coiled in his abdomen and danced up his spine.

Severus' eyes widened. This wasn't
happening! Sirius Black did not want
to shag him. He'd seen the bulging erection, but chocked it up to the
busty wench behind the bar – she seemed just Black's type:
slutty.

Sirius' lips curled into a grin.
“Well, what did you expect, huh? A thong. A bloody black
thong. A strand off darkness
between those two moon-white orbs of flesh just begging
to be touched. In spite of your
numerous other flaws, (most of which involved Snape's personality, as
far as Sirius was concerned. He could overlook the abnormally large
nose and rigid jaw, but the way Severus whined about
all the injustices of his sad little life as if he was the only
person in the world who'd ever known suffering, that he
couldn't stand!) you have the most perfect arse in Creation. Did you
know? I only caught a glimpse of it and I can't get it out of my
mind.”

If Sirius Black thought he could get away with insulting him and
still get laid, then he was delusional! “Get off of me, idiot.”

Sirius would not be deterred though.
He knew Severus would be a challenge. He laid a few light kisses on
the boy's jaw. “Not until you get me off,”
he whispered huskily before sucking the lobe between his lips.

Damn him! How could he be so
infuriating and yet still cause sparks of pleasure to dance up
Severus' spine with only the lightest of kisses. He suckled Snape's
ear, rubbed his engorged flesh against Severus' to tease it into
arousal. Snape bit his lip to try to distract himself from the fact
that Black was so easily coaxing a rise out of him. Every muscle in
his body tensed as if petrified. He couldn't concede! But he couldn't
seem to push the other boy away, either. Wasn't it bad enough that
he'd been shagging Remus? But oooh, the way Sirius kissed his lobe
and his jaw were so intrinsically different than
the way Remus touched him. For starters, if this were Remus, he'd
already be naked.

“You
wore it for Remus, right?” Sirius whispered. He felt confident
enough that he wasn't going to be bludgeoned or hexed for the moment
and let go of Snape's wrists to begin unfastening the Slytherin's
entirely too complicated robes. “He must be a damn good lover
to get a self-sufficient prat like you to go the extra mile.”

“Bite
me, Black,” Severus hissed.

“Oh?
Is biting what you like?” Sirius joked. Severus was about to
respond when he found his nipple taken hostage lightly between
Sirius' teeth. Had he fought open that much of his shirt already?
Sirius dragged his tongue over the top of the bead, then let his
teeth relax and opened his mouth wider to lick the pink flesh more
thoroughly. He suckled there, wasted almost five minutes on just that
one nipple, just...licking and sucking.

Severus couldn't fight anymore. Sirius had won. He was going to be
shagged by the arsehole. But he had no intention of letting Sirius
know he'd given in, not yet. His pride couldn't bear it.

“Personally,
I prefer licking.” Sirius emphasized this by dragging his
tongue slowly across Snape's chest and twirling it around the other
nipple. “Sucking,” he murmured, and the bead was pulled
up between his lips. Severus hissed softly. He was well on his way to
a full erection now, and he knew Sirius must be able to feel it.
Sirius showed no sign of it for the moment, busily dragging his lips
and tongue along Snape's pecks as if there was something about male
nipples that was just too interesting and sexy to not give rather
thorough attention. Severus lost all sense of time as they lay there.
He laced his fingers through Black's hair, but to encourage him to
continue rather than force him to stop. It felt amazing. He loved the
rough and tumble way Remus assaulted him, hammered all his passion
into him in a frenzy, but this languid attention also made his blood
boil.

“...petting,”
Sirius finally added, dragging his fingers lightly over the bulge in
Snape's pants. He trailed over it gently, barely touching, but
exploring every crease and seam about the bulge with his fingers
before sliding his palm over it and pressing down.

Severus whimpered. Sirius had given up on his nipples for now –
and thank Merlin for that, Severus was sure any further attention to
the tight beads would drive him mad – and moved onto leaving
marks on his throat. Severus knew that should matter, but he couldn't
bring himself to care when it so good. He moaned.

Sirius shuddered. Merlin's Beard! His face might be a little on the
rough side, but that voice! How had he never noticed the
sultriness of Snape's deepening voice before? Puberty had been hard
on some of the boys in their class, but it had been very, very kind
to Severus Snape. Why had it taken Sirius so many years to notice
that? 'Because I didn't want to,' he reminded himself. Hating
Severus was easy, familiar. Why rock the boat? Well, the boat was
capsized now, wasn't it? He'd never been this riled up before. The
fact that it was a guy he was molesting, and this guy in
particular, should disturb him, but for the moment all he could think
of was how he just had to have him.

He pulled back reluctantly, fingers coming to the button of Severus'
pants. He locked the dark gaze and waited for some sign that this was
okay. He was a lot of things – a prankster, a bully, and a
pervert among them – but he wasn't a rapist.

Severus watched him for a long time – watched his lusty,
confident gaze turn uncertain, anxious, and then pleading. Right when
it seemed like Sirius would deflate and start to beg, he gave the boy
a curt nod. If nothing else, he had to admit that Sirius was
gorgeous. Far too pretty to be a man, really (though there was
nothing feminine about him). If nothing else, the fact that the most
handsome boy in school wanted to shag someone as unattractive as him,
Severus figured, was good for the ego...just this once.

Sirius' uncertainty vanished and he awarded Severus with a broad
grin, pulling open his trousers and trying to fight Snape out of his
clothes without having to break contact. That didn't go well. He got
to the floor and pulled the pants off the rest of the way as Severus
figured he' might as well get on with it and shifted his torso until
he managed to fight free of his tangled shirt and outer robes and
shove them off to the floor.

Sirius was left with a view he didn't know what to do about. He loved
it, but felt confused about loving it. Severus was slender, bony, and
gangling. His legs were long, his skin almost effervescent in its
whiteness, his shoulders square and his features full of dramatically
sharp angles. And yet, his body responded to the sight before him
like it had never responded to the sight of a naked woman.

Severus' cock pressed out against the sleek black thong, forcing the
elastic up away from his waist and Sirius found his own cock
responding to the subtle shadows and hints of the flesh beneath that
were visible. The string did little to conceal his balls now that he
was hard, and disappeared between the pale mounds of flesh that had
gotten him into this mess in the first place. To be honest, he wasn't
quite sure what to do now. He wanted to devour Severus Snape, but he
didn't know how, or exactly what that meant. The scent wafting off of
the other boy's sex was intoxicating.

Severus quirked a brow as Sirius just stared. He tensed a bit,
worried that this was all some prank and now he was going to be
severely humiliated, but words about how hideously ugly he was never
came. Sirius pressed his palm against the erection trapped beneath
the black thong and rolled it curiously, letting out a shaky breath.

Wait, curiously? Severus opened his mouth, but the handsome young man
between his legs spoke first. “You know what?” he said,
as if awed by a sudden epiphany. “I think I'm kind of gay.”

Severus whacked him upside the head before he could stop himself. He
couldn't be serious! “Get out,” he hissed. “I won't
be your sexual experiment if you don't even know what you're doing.”

“No,
no, Severus. Hang on,” Sirius insisted, shaking off the moment
of clarity and jumping to his feet, pulling the Slytherin tightly to
his chest before he could get dressed and escape. “I know what
I'm doing. I swear. Well, maybe I'm not so sure about the cock, but
seeing as I have one, it can't be that hard to figure out. I've
shagged plenty of girls up the arse before. I won't hurt you.”
Actually, he'd always preferred anal sex. He'd just never quite
realized why until now. Breasts, curves, all those lumpy, female
attributes... they had nothing on the flat, square planes of Severus'
body. He tilted Snape's chin up and kissed him slowly, but firmly,
hoping his lips could convince him where his words obviously failed.
He laced his fingers through Snape's greasy hair, which it turned out
didn't feel like dipping his fingers into a bucket of slugs after
all. It was surprisingly soft, like freshly-laundered cotton. He
cupped one of those tight arse cheeks that had him so infatuated and
moaned into the other boy's mouth. 'Please.
I want you. Not someone else, only you.'

“You
really are a bloody idiot, you know that?” Severus said once
the kiss broke. “Take off your pants, then. I don't have all
day to waste with you.” Actually, he did, but he didn't have to
say so.

Sirius didn't need to be asked twice. He would have preferred Severus
to take them off for him, but he wasn't going to push his luck. He
pulled off his boxers while he was at it, and bit his lip as his
dripping erection burst free.

Severus had to admit that it was a rather nice cock – not as
long as Remus', but thick, dark, and eager, with a thin trail of fine
hairs dancing up from the base towards Sirius' navel. He let out a
breath that he managed to conceal as an exasperated sigh and pushed
Sirius around to sit on the bed. “Since you're so hopeless,
I'll show you. If I don't, you'll just screw it up, and if I'm going
to let you shag me I plan to get something out of it.”

They both knew it was just posturing. As hard as Severus was, nothing
he said now could convince Sirius that he didn't want him just as
badly as he was wanted. Even so, Sirius wasn't prepared for Severus
to kneel between his thighs, take the base of his cock in hand and
lick the droplet of precum from his head. He still wasn't ready when
the pink tongue swirled about his head, or when the thin lips closed
around the head, sliding down as the tongue pressed against the
pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. Sirius moaned. It was a
louder moan than Severus thought was justified for a measly blow job,
especially one he'd only just started, but it was so wanton and so
sensual his own groin pulsed in response as he felt the tip press
against the back of his throat. He slid back slowly, then pressed
down again. Remus liked to be sucked hard and energetically, but
Severus got the impression from their previous touches that Sirius
would prefer a slow caress, gentle dragging of the tongue, and he
tried to do that for him. It seemed to be working, because it wasn't
long at all before Sirius Black seemed to have been reduced to
incoherence. He kept trying to speak, but all that came out were
these little squeaks, and those delectably loud moans.

“S-sAH-haahn...Se
– soohhh... st-stop!” Siruis finally managed to say,
pulling Snape's head back a little more roughly than he meant to. He
took a few deep breaths. “Sorry,” he rasped. “But
unless you want a mouthful, I can't take anymore.”

Severus smirked. It was nice to be the one who actually knew what the
hell he was doing for once. Remus always overwhelmed him. Sirius
needed a bit of guidance, at least for the moment. He had a feeling
that wouldn't last long. “That depends,” Severus
answered, “...on how long it takes you to get it up again after
you come.”

Sirius bit his lip to try to contain the moan in his throat. It was a
failed effort; the moan broke free anyway. The thought of Severus
drinking down his seed was...incredible, but not if it cost him the
opportunity to shag the Slytherin senseless.

It was entertaining, watching Sirius internally debate, virtually
come undone over a mere snide remark. He wasn't kidding, though. He'd
swallow the man's release if he would still be able to get it up
again to finish what they'd started. “Frankly, I'd rather let
you come once first than have you get off as soon as you're inside,
but I'm not going to wait all day for you to...” he didn't get
to finish the statement before Sirius' hand was on the back of his
head, gently nudging him forward toward his cock again.

“I
won't keep you waiting,” Sirius said breathlessly. “Please,
Severus. I want to take my time with you.”

“Fine,”
Severus answered, hot breath dancing over Sirius' pulsing groin. “But
you'd better make it worth the wait.” He closed his lips around
Sirus' thick cock again and took it deep into his throat, murmuring
around it before beginning to bob again. Sirius hadn't been kidding.
It didn't take but a moment before the Gryffindor clutched at his
shoulders and cried out loudly, head thrown back, as he coated
Snape's tongue with his hot release.

Severus moaned in reply, drinking down the salty fluid and licking
the member clean of every last drop. The first time he'd done this
for Remus he had been embarrassed. So much about sex had seemed dirty
and highly inappropriate, but after thinking it all through logically
he'd decided this was just the male body's natural way of dealing
with stimuli, and there was nothing dirty about the body responding
the way it was made to. Therefore, there was nothing wrong, either,
with thoroughly enjoying the feel of Sirius' cock pulsing between his
lips, or the taste of the semen spattering his tongue and trailing
down his throat.

He let the spent member go and licked his lips before climbing back
up onto the bed. He was so aroused that his own neglected erection
ached painfully between his thighs. It was in dire need of attention,
but the masochist in him told him the longer it was neglected, the
better it would feel when relief finally came.

Sirius rolled onto his side and kissed Severus deeply. He swallowed
the whimper of desire that slipped past Severus' lips into his mouth,
gloried in the taste of his release on the other boy's tongue, and
dragged his fingertips down the pale skin of his torso and ribs
lazily. He pinched one of the taut nipples and rolled it between his
fingers, smirking against Snape's mouth when he felt the lithe body
arch into the touch. When he pulled back and looked down at Severus'
sharp features now, riddled with lust and need, all of those thoughts
he'd once had about how unattractive the Slytherin was seemed like
nonsense. He was imperfect, sure, but so was everyone else. More than
anything, he was cute. Really cute. The way his messy hair fanned out
against the comforter, and the way his ebon eyes were slightly
unfocused, his pliant lips parted, his chest rising and falling with
each panting breath... Cute. Cute and unbearably sexy. Sirius could
feel his groin already beginning to stir again just from looking at
the other boy. He dragged his fingers lightly and very, very slowly,
down the center of Snape's chest, trailed about his navel, and
eventually, after much delay, pulled down the front of the thong to
nestle beneath his balls.

The purpled cock sprung free. Sirius was awed. He'd expected it to be
smaller, thinner. He'd expected something cute and almost childish
that would make Severus blush at being revealed. What he found was
far more alluring – bulging and masculine, subtly tanned with
the tip reddened from lust and dripping precum down the shaft. It was
longer than his. He didn't think he'd be able to swallow it whole or
take it down into his throat the way Severus had done for him, at
least not the first time, but one glance at it and he was determined
to try. 'Kind of' gay, indeed. As Sirius turned about on the
mattress until his face was lined up with the musky cock of his soon
to be lover, his own groin twitching and bulging in response to the
sexual stimuli, he wondered how it was he convinced himself he liked
girls for so long. He didn't think he'd ever be able to shag another
one after this.

He cupped the base of Severus' cock in one hand and imitated the
other boy's actions. He dragged his tongue along the tip, licking up
the precum. Salty, but Sirius had always preferred salty things to
sweet things anyway, and he didn't find it all that unpleasant. Quite
the opposite. He loved it. It was the taste of Severus, and therefore
just as sexy and desirable as the rest of the slender boy.

Severus moaned hoarsely and bit his lip. His milky thighs quivered.
His groin had needed attention so badly, but to suddenly have a mouth
upon him was almost too much to bear. Sirius was inexperienced, but
that didn't lessen the pleasure as he licked Snape's overly-sensitive
cock, swallowed what he could and pleasured the rest with his hands.
Severus could see Sirius' half hard cock out of the corner of his
eye, and, to keep himself from screaming out his pleasure, turned
himself a bit and opened his mouth to take it in again.

Sirius let loose another loud moan. Sucking and being sucked, the
taste, and the feeling, at once... was Severus trying to drive him
mad? It was all Sirius could do to keep his grip on reality as the
intense sensations raced through his body. He wouldn't be outdone,
and sucked more eagerly now, did his best to concentrate on the cock
in his mouth rather than the one between his legs.

Once Severus had engulfed it between his moist lips, Sirius' cock
wasn't 'half' hard for long. It twitched and swelled in his mouth. He
was starting to rather like sucking men off. He wasn't sure what it
was at first, but realized before long it was the control – the
fact that something as simple as opening your mouth and licking the
velvety flesh of another man's organ could bend that man almost
instantly to your will. It was the first time in his life he'd felt
control over anything.

“Enough,”
he rasped eventually, pushing Sirius away. “Before you come
again.” Severus felt on the verge too from Sirius' unpracticed
but eager attentions. He didn't want to come yet, though – not
until he was being properly shagged. He wanted it badly now –
the feeling of that thick, hard cock sliding into his bum. At the
moment, he could think of nothing in life that he wanted more.

Sirius had lost track of his goal to shag Severus, to be honest.
Licking and sucking and stroking had consumed his entire world, and
he was awed by how much he enjoyed doing it, but now that Severus was
rolling over onto his stomach, he remembered very clearly what had
started this entire thing and a new surge of need swelled through
him.

'Shit! I need some kind of lubricant!' He
couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it until now. His eyes scanned
the room. Something. Something. Anything.
That's when they fell on the bottle of starfish oil Severus had
bought to use in Remus' birthday present. The thong was so sexy, he
was sure Remus wouldn't mind doing without whatever Severus had been
planning to make. He snatched the bottle and pulled the cork off with
his teeth, spitting it across the room. The bottom of the bottle was
mercifully flat. After lathing a generous amount on his fingers,
Sirius was able to rest it on the floor without worrying about
spilling it.

Severus caught the familiar smell. “What do you think you're
doing?!” he demanded. “Do you know how expensive
starfish...” he didn't get to finish as Sirius pulled the thin
strand of thong aside, revealing the tight pucker he wanted at so
badly.

“No
offense, Severus, but there's only one starfish I give a damn about
at the moment. He pressed a greased finger against Severus' anus and
rubbed the pucker, trying to coat it with the fluid as best he could
as he said, “this one, right here.”

Severus had something scathing worth
saying. Really, he did. Trouble was he couldn't for the life of him
remember what it was when Sirius' finger was breaching his needy
arsehole. His fingers dug into the bedding and he moaned, bucking his
hips back into the intrusion. More. Please. Fill me
more...!

Sirius was amazed at how readily the Slytherin's arse took the first
finger. He bit his lip, barely stifling another moan. It was so hot
and tight inside of Snape's bum. His cock twitched in anticipation as
he screwed his finger about the slender boy's insides, as Snape
wriggled and clenched his tight arse invitingly about the digit. It
was almost as if Severus was using his bum and his moans to beg for
more, to be filled more, but he wouldn't risk anything. As greasy as
starfish oil was, he doubted anyone ever intended it to be used as a
lubricant. He had better make sure Severus was damn ready before
continuing. Although, it was hard to think about that, or anything at
all, watching that arse buck backward against his finger and
listening to Severus whimper in delight at the intrusion.

There was a bit of resistance at the
second finger, Sirius thought, but the mewling sound that Severus
made seemed to imply otherwise. The way he hissed, “yesss....Sirius,
more!” confirmed
that Snape was rather enjoying the fingering. For the moment, the
fact that his precious starfish oil was being used as a lubricant was
no longer relevant, apparently. He moaned in response and scissored
his fingers, twisting and thrusting.

Severus thought he was going to lose
his mind with desire. What in the hell was
taking Sirius so long?! Shouldn't he be ramming his thick cock inside
by now? He'd grown used to sex that was fast and rough. The
waiting...oooh the
waiting was going to kill him! It
was so good and yet,
too good. The
intensity of the sensations seemed to drag on forever. The second
finger pulling him open, the third...how much time had passed since
the first one had slid inside? Too much. Surely. Was Sirius trying to
addle his brain with pleasure? If he was, it was a smashing success.
“Black, please,
your cock... I need your damned cock. Stop teasing me,” he
rasped. If he'd been thinking clearly he would never beg like this,
but thinking was low on his list of priorities for the moment. “I
want....oooohh, Sirius, please!”

Sirius' could barely breathe. The deep breath he took when Severus
started to beg came out in a series of shaky pants. He removed his
fingers and shuddered at the despairing moan Severus let slip at
being left so empty. He drenched his cock with the remaining oil
quickly, rubbing it to coat it as thoroughly as he could, but he
couldn't bear to touch himself for more than a moment as aroused as
he was.

Sirius climbed onto the bed behind Severus, groaning at the way the
smaller boy lifted his hips. He pulled aside the strap of the thong
again, which had fallen back into place as soon as he removed his
fingers, and bit his lip as he pressed his head into the tight
entrance and began to ease inside with a long, loud moan. “Severus!
Shite, you're so tight...”

“Yes,
fuck! Sirius! You're so thick!” Severus moaned in reply.
Neither of them knew what they were saying anymore – things
they would never have said to one another in any other situation and
would never admit to saying later. Sirius called Severus 'cute' and
'sexy' as he watched his cock disappear into the other boy's arse
over and over again. Severus replied by exclaiming how Sirius' prick
was just as gorgeous as the rest of him, how good it felt, how he
wanted Sirius to shag him 'until I can't feel my spine and my
arsehole overflows with your cum.'

Sirius was determined to make a concerted effort to fulfill that
wish. Their slow foreplay led into slow shagging, but the more worked
up they became the harder it was to contain their lust. Sirius' balls
slapped audibly against Severus' arse. You'd be able to hear it if
the boys' moans didn't drown out all other sound. Severus sobbed in
bliss when his balls contracted and spewed his release all over the
comforter. Sirius cried out when the other boy's muscles clamped
around him and he climaxed heavily into the Slytherin's tight
channel.

They collapsed against the mattress, spent for the moment, but still
joined, and careless of the mess they were lying in. Sirius buried
his face against Severus' shoulder. He kissed his shoulder blade
gently. “Severus...”

“Nngh...”
Severus grunted. He felt great. His arse was full of cum, the spent
shaft still buried to the hilt inside of him. His own recent orgasm
had been intense but...at the same time he felt a lack, as if
something about what had just passed between them was disastrously
incomplete. Was that it? It had gone on for a long time, he knew, but
he couldn't help but feel as if he wanted more.

“...can
we do it again?” Sirius asked. “Once I've caught my
breath? Please?”

Was he actually hearing this? Sirius Black had had his shag and he
still wanted more? He wasn't finished with him yet? But he wanted
more too. He wanted all the dirty things he'd screamed out in the
throes of passion. He wanted Sirius to shag him over and over again
until his arse was bursting with the man's seed.

“Spend
the day with me,” Sirius said more confidently. “Here in
this bed. Just me, you, and this sexy black thong of yours.”

Severus knew he should say no. Definitely. He should say no. And
yet...

KNOCK, KNOCK.

'Damn it all to hell...' “What?”
Severus barked.

“Time's
up, boys,” the bar wench drawled from the other side of the
door.

“Shite...”
Severus mumbled.

“I've
got plenty of cash on me,” Sirius purred into his ear. “I'll
pay for however many hours it takes. Please,
Severus...”

Against his better judgment, Severus nodded against the mattress.
“We'll pay the difference at the end,” Severus rasped
just loudly enough to be heard on the other side of the door.

“Suit
yourselves,” she answered. “Price goes up two sickles
after dark.”

It wasn't even close to dark yet, but Severus knew as Sirius started
to grind his hips into his bum that they still might have to pay the
raised rate. Well, it wasn't his money he was wasting, so if Sirius
wanted to throw it away just so he could keep his thick cock up his
arse, well, Severus would not be heard complaining. He moaned softly
as he felt the thick shaft growing within him. Sirius planted kisses
along the back of his shoulders gently as he worked them up to a full
arousal again.

He pulled out once he was hard, but only long enough to roll Severus
onto his back and slide back in. Severus looked confused. “I
want to see what your face looks like when you scream my name,”
Sirius said, pressing their lips together before Severus could call
him an idiot and devouring the other boy's tongue as he started to
thrust his hips again. It was an even slower lovemaking the second
time. The manic need of their first session was gone, leaving them
only with the desire to keep moving against one another, keep
touching, keep kissing. Sirius let his lips wander from Severus'
mouth to his ear, along his jaw and throat, down his chest to his
nipples, and back up again in no particular order, but he found
himself focusing mostly on the lips, the tongue sliding against his
own.

Severus found his control slipped
when he had to look Sirius in the eyes. This slow intercourse was
something he had no experience with. The way Sirius was looking at
him was even more confusing, but it felt so good he decided he could
analyze it later. He moaned and rocked up against the long, measured
thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the shaft sliding easily in and out
of his cum-slick channel and dragging lightly along his already
abused prostate, opening his mouth to accept the lazy kisses, moaning
appreciatively when Sirius wrapped his fingers around his cock. He
was so busy enjoying the feeling of the other boy moving languidly
against him, and the pleasure coiled in his abdomen so slowly, that
he was caught off guard when the second climax hit him. He gasped,
arched beneath Sirius, and cried out sharply. He shuddered as he felt
the thick shaft inside of him pulse and eject another flow of cum
deep inside his bum and listened as Sirius moaned that uncommonly
loud moan of his as he climaxed. 'Yes! Merlin, yes! Fill me
up with your cum, so much, so thick, so hot...Sirius!' His
thoughts came out as a whimpering moan that was drowned out by
Sirius' exaggerated cries.

“Severus!”
Sirius cried. The second orgasm outdid the first. His prick seemed to
burst, and let forth more milk than it ever had before. He cried out
loudly as his body jerked with his release, which dribbled out around
the edges where he and Severus were so intimately joined.

Once they'd finished, Sirius reluctantly pulled out and landed
breathlessly on the mattress beside the Slytherin boy. He looked over
at where Severus, for the moment, was lying breathless on his
stomach, cum dripping out of his bum and down his thighs as the thong
slipped back into place. Gorgeous. Enough to make him want another
round, but for the moment he was spent.

His mind tried to wrap around the details of what transpired. Now,
the 'greasy git' image he'd always attributed to Severus Snape seemed
so far from the truth. Sure, Severus wasn't a beautiful man, but his
imperfections no longer seemed as hideous as Sirius had once claimed.
A simple straightening spell was all his teeth needed (should he have
the desire to pay some mind to his appearance), and his hair was
probably mostly the result of cheap shampoo and a comb that couldn't
quite handle the surprisingly thick strands. He was trapped in the
most awkward stage of youth, but once he grew into his limbs, Severus
really might not be all that bad looking – not handsome, the
prominent nose saw to that, but a man with a certain dignity and
distinction. That's what Sirius saw when he looked at Snape now –
the powerful, sensual wizard he would be in a few years time. He was
already those things to Sirius Black right now. It amazed him how
quickly one's opinion could change. He wanted the chance to know
Severus better – not just his body, but his heart as well and
his beautiful mind.

He pulled Severus over into a loose embrace and smirked when the
slighter boy tensed. “What? You and Remus never cuddle?”
he asked. Remus. Remus was a dear friend, one of the best, but
sharing Severus wasn't going to be easy to accept. He wondered if
Remus also felt that way.

“Of
course not. Why should we?” Well, Severus reminded himself,
there was often a good deal of snogging afterward, but certainly not
snuggling. Sirius was definitely snuggling. He turned slightly into
Severus' lean frame and wrapped his arms about the other boy, nearly
burying his face in his hair.

Sirius had to admit Severus had a point. If what was between Severus
and Remus was only sex, there would be no reason to lay about
dreamily once the act was over and done. Knowing Remus, his more
animal side would take over during sex. He probably felt guilty about
that and retreated before he could think about it too hard. Remus was
a good guy like that, the best of them, really. Remus did things like
waste his time feeling guilty about things he couldn't help. Sirius,
on the other hand, was mostly just thinking about how to convince
Remus to stop shagging Severus so he could have the Slytherin to
himself. Once he did that, he'd just have to help James with the Lily
issue, and convince Severus to move on. From start to finish, easier
said than done, but he liked a challenge. 'Just sex. There's
something so cheap about that. What do I have to do to make you mine,
Severus?'

“Well,
I like to cuddle, so you'll just have to deal,” he answered at
last. “I've just realized I'm gay, you know, and had my first
shag with a guy. Let me enjoy it for a while. I want to sleep like
this for a bit.”

“You're
paying enough money just to sleep,” Severus muttered, but
allowed Sirius to cuddle against him more firmly. It did feel rather
nice, just to lay sated and drowsy together.

Sirius yawned softly. “I'd just have wasted it on stupid stuff
from Zonko's and Honeydukes anyway,” he mumbled into Snape's
hair. “Better to waste it on you, I think.”

Severus blushed, but he doubted Sirius noticed. “...idiot.”

“Mmn,
yeah. That's what I like being called after a good shag. How'd you
know?” Sirius joked blearily. He was really exhausted now. He
couldn't keep his eyes open. “How many hours did you pay for,
anyway?” he asked. It might give him some concept of the time.

“Three
hours,” Severus answered blandly. “That's how long the
potion would have taken to make.”

Sirius' mind blanked. They'd been here over three hours? Well over,
too – the second round went much longer than the first. Geez,
on Remus' birthday, no less. He'd have some serious apologizing to do
later. He was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes. Now he'd
definitely missed the cake they'd planned for him at the Three
Broomsticks. What was he going to say? 'Sorry Remus, I lost track of
time. I was too busy shagging your boy toy.' Right. Well, he'd think
of something when the time came. For now, sleep.

“...by
the way,” Severus added. “You owe me fifteen ounces of
starfish oil.”

“Mmn,”
Sirius answered, already half asleep. “I'll make it up to you.”

*

Severus took a seat next to Lucius in the Great Hall. He knew he must
look even more wretched than usual after so exerting himself earlier
with Sirius Black (which he still couldn't believe he'd actually
done!), but it barely mattered. After dinner he was going to curl up
in bed and sleep for a few hours before going to the library.

“You
study entirely too much, you know,” Lucius said rather than
'hello'. “You look like death. You should have come into
Hogsmeade and had some fun for once.”

“...maybe
next time,” Severus answered flatly.

“Are
you still looking to earn some extra cash? I haven't even started my
potions essay yet.” Which was due tomorrow afternoon, Severus
knew.

Severus sighed. “You're not giving me much time. It'll cost you
double.”

Lucius shrugged as if it couldn't be helped and went back to bragging
to his less intelligent friends. There was no point bragging to
Severus; he'd be caught in the lie.

Sirius sat down at the next table over.

“Where
the hell have you been all day?” James demanded. “We had
this whole party planned and you never showed up.”

“Sorry,
sorry,” Sirius grinned sheepishly. “I was just checking
out that 'cute side' Remus told us a certain someone has. Rather
thoroughly. It took longer than I expected it to.”

Remus choked on his pumpkin juice. It took him a moment to collect
himself. “Oh, and your verdict?” He could hardly believe
Sirius was admitting to shagging Snape. James didn't seem to know
what they were talking about, though he at least seemed to know who
they were discussing from the pointed sneer he directed at the back
of the Slytherin's head.

“Let's
just say I plan to get to know it much
better.
That's fine with you, right?” Sirius answered.

Remus chuckled and nodded. “Last I checked, he's free to show
it to whoever he pleases.”

“Good
then,” Sirius said, “Nothing wrong with a bit of friendly
competition, is there, my dear Moony?”

At the Slytherin table, Severus lowered his head so his tangled hair
would conceal his blush as the two Gryffindors laughed. James and
Peter didn't understand the joke. What James did understand,
was that Sirius was the only one really laughing.

Current
Day

“...Sirius!”
Harry exclaimed.

“Sit
still,” Snape answered tightly, gently applying the balmy
potion to a deep cut above Harry's elbow.

“But,
Sirius?
You shagged Sirius?”

“Only
the once,” Severus answered blandly. “It was a moment of
supremely bad judgment. “I assure you, the next time he tried
to seduce me, I cursed him rather thoroughly.”

“What
kind of curse?” Harry asked.

Snape didn't answer right away, but sighed, knowing Harry would just
keep prodding until he found out. “A curse to increase the
sensitivity of his...endowments.” Harry gave him a look like he
thought it was more of a gift than a curse. “You see, your
beloved godfather was...uncommonly loud.” He let that sink in
and watched the light dawn in Harry's green eyes before continuing.
“He climaxed rather suddenly in the middle of transfiguration.
I don't believe he ever forgave me for that particular incident.”
He smirked slightly. “Remus, on the other hand, sent me a thank
you card.”

Harry blinked owlishly, that way he often did when he was trying to
figure out something that didn't quite make sense as he thought it
should. “Why would Professor Lupin send you a thank you card
for cursing Sirius' cock?”

Snape's lips curled in amusement.
“It turns out that werewolves are rather libidinous creatures.
He thoroughly enjoyed...shall we say comforting
...Black over the next three days
while the spell ran its course. They began to date shortly after
that, and I was not pestered by another Gryffindor for quite some
time. Have I satisfied your endless curiosity?”

Harry wasn't really sure. He leaned forward and kissed his lover,
buying himself some time to think about it. If he didn't ask any
questions he had now, he wouldn't get another chance to breach the
subject for quite a while. That's just how it was with Severus. He
opened his mouth and melted into the kiss, letting himself absorb the
information. So, Snape had shagged Professor Lupin 'a few times', but
Sirius 'just the once'. It seemed so strange. There was something
about it all that didn't quite add up.

“Well,
I do have one question. I mean, it just seems odd.”

Of course he did. There was always 'just one' more question. Severus
quirked his brow, encouraging Harry to go ahead and ask. Might as
well get it over with.

“Well,
you didn't have any problem shagging Professor Lupin. You said you
did it a few times, but I know what that really means is the two of
you shagged pretty regularly. But with Sirius, you only did it once.
What was the difference? Was Sirius, you know, not any good?”

Snape sighed and shook his head. “I enjoyed the experience well
enough.” Harry would know he meant that Sirius had been quite a
good lover. “But the two situations were completely different.
All Remus was interested in was intercourse. There was someone else
he cared for, and it was the same for me. There were never any
illusions that what was between us was about anything more or less
than pure lust. What Sirius wanted from me was something entirely
different, something which I wasn't prepared to give.”

Harry suddenly understood and felt
sympathy for his godfather. “He wanted your heart,” he
said quietly. 'The heart that I've somehow managed to win,'
he thought. “But you loved my
mum, so you couldn't give it to him. Since you couldn't, you decided
to turn him down harshly, so there would be no misunderstandings, and
in doing that, you gave Professor Lupin the opportunity to win over
the person he really wanted.” He climbed gingerly into his
lover's lap. “And so, here we are,” Harry breathed
against the older man's lips before they connected again.

Severus opened his lips and allowed
Harry's tongue to tangle with his own lazily for a few minutes before
replying. “You're reading too deeply into it.” But Harry
knew that translated as 'you've read me like a book'. He smirked up
at the Potions Master, careless of his injuries – they were all
minor and none of them mattered in comparison to the feeling of
curling into his lover's chest. “Sooo...?”

“So...what?”
Severus asked.

Harry grinned impishly. “Well, you said it was Professor
Lupin's birthday when you shagged Sirius, right? And that Sirius kept
you and your thong busy all day long. Did you still shag Lupin after
that?”

Severus smirked. “Of course,” he answered as if it were
obvious. “I owed him a present, after all, and Sirius had used
up all of my starfish oil as a lubricant.”

“Severus!”
Harry declared, scandalized by his lover's unexpected honesty.

“Hm?”

“...were
you still wearing the thong?” Harry couldn't help but ask. He
found the thought unbearably sexy.

“Why
wouldn't I be? It was intended for Remus in the first instance.”
Snape replied with a smirk, amused at the way the conversation was
arousing Harry so easily.

Harry shuddered in his lover's arms and pulled him down into a deep,
lingering kiss. He moaned into it and unfastened the clasp at the
front of Snape's pants, sliding his hand inside and glorying in the
feel of the rigid mast against his palm.

Snape spent the rest of the evening tutoring his young lover in the
uses of starfish oil that Sirius Black had taught him so long ago.

~The
End~

Note: “traho pessum” = pull downward. Those of you who
read 'Heat' may recognize this as the spell Harry used in that story.
I guess we know who he learned it from now. :)

A/N:

Next story in the 'Snape's Skivvies' series: 'The Apology' . Snape x
Bill (yes, you read that right).

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