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What follows is a fanfic set in a Harry Potter universe.
Summary: Severus Snape lingers at Sirius Black's family home after the meeting of the Order ends – and it is not for the first time. This story is a shameless slash short with some emotions, some smut, and some humor - and my first attempt at a Harry Potter universe story, a form of a bribe to my beta-reader, and a result of an improvised joke scene – all in one short.
Warning: For those that came here after having read my other stories: this is, obviously, something completely different. Caveat lector.
On timeline: this takes place sometime during the fifth book.
Rating: Mature since it contains a non-explicit sex scene.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, concepts, or names. This is the work of a pastiche.
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A Harry Potter fanfiction
The meeting was over, and the secret conspirators were slowly leaving the home at 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black, the host of the meeting and the caretaker of the residence stood apart from the shrinking group, observing them quietly. The safety measures dictated that they left singularly or in pairs at most, yes, to avoid grabbing the attention of the curious eyes that the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could have somewhere, anywhere, or everywhere; this, of course, took time – but in the end, the dark hall was empty.
Empty – except for a single man dressed in faded black, a man with long dark hair in a rather neglected state, a man with his facial expression locked in a perpetual frown. Well, no, not exactly perpetual, Sirius had to admit: the moment he turned away from the door that he locked before behind the last wizard departing, he then turned and smiled at Sirius.
'I guess the frown, was preferable' was the thought that appeared in Sirius' mind. 'This is not a grinning skull yet, but it does come disturbingly close.'
"Did you just get confused about from which side you were supposed to lock the door, Snape?" he asked as he walked toward the straggler.
"Oh, no. Something is telling me, call it my well-honed instincts… or perhaps my sense of smell? Either way, it's telling me that you would perhaps wish to speak to me in private", Snape replied, his smile still present.
Sirius was torn between making a jab at his guest's supposed "instincts", a trait that has been put into question several times – or going for the low blow and questioning the accuracy of his sense of smell, something that seemed to be quite selective, judging from the olfactory aura he often had around him. The idea to let it go and simply ask for Snape's reason to stay did not even occur to him; after all, the man was offering him two obvious openings, and not accepting this challenge to a duel would be, at the very least, discourteous. If not outright insulting. And so, he felt compelled to accept – but he would be damned if it would not be on his own terms.
"I would rather assume, that no, neither smell nor intuition is telling you that. I think you're projecting your own desires onto me", he spoke as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest.
"Ooh, the psychologist has spoken", the man scoffed and rolled his eyes, his smile turning crooked. "What else do you think about my current condition? Perhaps would you care to diagnose me?"
"Gladly", Sirius replied with a deadpan expression on his face. "But I wouldn't start with your head."
"Curious", the man's eyes narrowed as his smile grew meaner. "I thought you enjoyed starting with the head?"
Sirius could only groan. This round, to his regret, went to his guest.
Saying that the relationship between the two men was complex would be akin to saying that the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had somewhat unpleasant plans towards the United Kingdom, Hogwarts, and the Boy Who Lived. Both men were, of course, aware of the problem and the fact that it should be worked out somehow, even if this somehow would mean death for one or both of them – but since the threat looming just around the corner was not insignificant, they both quietly agreed to put their issues and the potential enmity aside in the light of the more pressing matter. Of course, there was an understanding that when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was gone, things would return to how they were before, dangerous as they were.
Regretfully, a human heart is a complicated thing, and so, it was easier said than done. Over time, some of the emotions had to surface, especially that in the end, they had no other choice than to work together within the Order.
But to the surprise of them both, it was not the hatred nor the resentment that came up. It was, in an odd way, something far more complicated – or, if looked at from a different point of view, something far simpler.
"Erectio!" Sirius exclaimed as he waved his wand.
Nothing seemed to happen; the unwelcome kind of heat crept up his cheeks.
"Erectio!" he repeated insistently, doing his best to keep his voice level despite the embarrassment he felt.
Some could claim that this embarrassment was well-earned; after all, he was naked and shared a bed with an equally naked man. Others could argue that it had no place here, since it was far from the first time this happened, even with this particular man. And yet others could claim that it did not matter at all – after all, there was nothing embarrassing about the situation.
Except, perhaps, that he needed a spell to make his body cooperate. The fact that Snape, laying on his back in front of him and having the perfect view of his currently rebelling body, was giving him a mocking look, his eyebrow raised high, was definitely not helping.
"Erectio!" he tried for the third time.
"I am far from lecturing my fellow wizard", Snape started in that specific tone, letting go of his legs, dropping them on the bed, and putting his hands behind his head in a gesture that screamed 'I am making myself comfortable, since this may take a while', "but I believe you are aiming you wand incorrectly".
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, doing his best to hide his exasperation and shame without much success; his burning cheeks and shaking hands were dead giveaways.
"Well, right now, I am fully erect" he started mercilessly, pointing with a head gesture to the indisputable proof of his words, "and I believe that the poor Echinopsis lageniformis in the corner has recovered from its withered state as well; by the way, shame on you to ruin such a specimen by neglect. I am glad to see, though, that it seems to rise back, doubtlessly owing it to your… attempts", he finished with a crooked smile.
An exasperated groan filled the room; all that Sirius could muster in response was an equally exasperated look he gave the man in front of him.
"It would do you good to stop groaning and start acting, Black. I am not in my first youth, you know, and frankly, holding my legs like this started to feel, increasingly so, like a chore instead of a pleasure", Snape continued, his tone not improving the slightest bit. "The pillow notwithstanding. And while I don't think you care about my pleasure, I would expect you to afford me this basic courtesy despite your… shortcomings."
"Would you please stop being such sarcastic little shit?" Sirius sighed with still-present exasperation, his wand now hanging in his limp hand. "You'd be a great match to this cactus, really, you're both prickly, you even look similar! You have been like this all the time, forever, since I remember you! Have you come–"
"Trust me, you'll notice when I do", Severus interjected, his tone still unchanged.
"Are you here to lecture me?" Sirius borderline growled.
"I am here, specifically, to get laid", Severus explained matter-of-factly, "and the steps you're taking are not helping."
"And you are not helping, either! I thought you wanted to do something more constructive?"
"Constructive? I'm afraid that's impossible… that is, unless you have transformed something inside of you that you didn't tell me about, nothing constructive will come out of this. Or perhaps your intent is to impregnate me? That would be truly disgusting."
"Just like you?" Sirius replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Ooh, a joke, and a jab, all in one", Severus grinned. "I never thought I would get one out of you. At least that is coming out. Point for you."
"Get out", Sirius growled.
"I'm not going anywhere", Severus scoffed in turn. "Unless I start to get cramps because of all this waiting. Or get cold. Or bored."
"Alright, alright. I get it", Sirius sighed with resignation and raised his wand again.
"Oh, I'm shivering with antici–"
"Erectio!"
"–pation", Severus finished. "Well, your aim has surely improved", he commented with a certain appreciation creeping into his voice, a raised eyebrow and a mocking glare notwithstanding; Sirius could not tell whether this appreciation was genuine or yet another step in the man's mockery, but at this stage, he simply no longer cared. Especially that things were still in motion: "Lubricato!" Severus exclaimed a short moment after reaching for his wand.
"I do hope you didn't make it as cold as the last time", Sirius narrowed his eyes as he moved closer.
"You see, some like it hot… and some like it cold", Severus replied as he raised his legs, grabbed them with his hands, and adjusted his position on the pillow.
"I hate you", Sirius spoke emphatically.
"I know. And I hate you", Severus replied with a smile that very few people ever saw. "Now, I expect you to demonstrate your aiming skills again. You know what to aim at… or into."
"Ugh", Sirius rolled his eyes. "You and your–"
"Less talking, Black, more moving", Severus interrupted. "It's not my ears you should be working on right now."
Sirius had to admit that, for once, the man was somewhat right. Feeling the power of the spell coursing through his penis, he adjusted his position for the last time – and reluctantly made contact. The fact that – despite his allusions and threats – Severus did not make the lubricant ice-cold was a pleasant surprise.
'I'm never figuring this bastard out, am I?' he mused as he slid inside his I-will-never-call-him-lover-not-in-a-hundred-years-but-fuck-buddy-sounds-just-wrong-so-I-guess-the-right-term-is-it's-complicated carefully. 'Fuck that', he shrugged internally. 'And fuck him', he finally decided.
"Will you put some hips into the deed, Black, or do you require a strength enhancement potion?" spoken in an acrid tone brought him back to reality after he lost himself in a few moments of a slow, pleasant build-up.
"I wouldn't want to put your… dainty form in danger, Snape", Sirius fired back, his irritation quickly growing; he knew all too well what Severus was doing – but he hated to admit that, despite that knowledge, it was still working. "But if you insist…"
"Oh, I do–" was the last thing from his mouth before a deep moan finally told Sirius that he finally hit the I-hate-you-because-I-cannot-say-it-otherwise-person's sensitive spot.
"This is unacceptable", Severus objected. "You kick in your sleep, you snore, and you steal all the covers for yourself. I am not sharing a bed with you."
"Well, you're free to leave, then", Sirius shrugged. "All the other rooms are now secured, I'm not going through the trouble of opening them again, and I'd strongly advise you didn't even try to use them. So, it's my bed or the floor. The choice is yours."
"So much for the famous hospitality of your family", Severus scoffed, his frown now displayed in full force. "You're a master of transfiguration. Make me a couch."
"You're the master of potions, make one that would change that plant into a hammock", Sirius replied with a shrug.
"First, I'm not going to damage a plant that just got its second life thanks to you… misfiring", Severus countered. "Second, if you were paying a little bit more attention in the Potion's class, you'd be able to make that ridiculous idea sound at least somewhat plausible. So, what about that couch?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, recalling the formula and the changes necessary; a few gestures and words later, the table-and-chair set was now a fully functional couch.
"Well. And to think I doubted you", Severus chuckled with a small hint of appreciation in his voice. "All made and ready, nice touch. And it's even the right shade of black", he added in a tone that was a mix of sarcasm and appreciation in proportions so precise, that it could only come from a master of Potions.
"As you said, I am a master", Sirius shrugged. "Goodnight, Snape. I hope you have a Potion of Deafness on you, should my snoring prove too much."
"Your concern for the quality of my sleep is touching, Black. Goodnight", Severus scoffed and slid under the covers.
Sirius let out a heavy sigh; now, that his I-really-don't-know-who-he-is-but-I-somewhat-care was not looking his way, he could even allow himself a smile.
But not before he put the candles out.
'This is not going to end well' was a thought that rattled in Sirius' head as he woke up in the middle of the night; he rarely slept too well, not with the awareness of the threats around him and the dark dreams plaguing him from time to time.
But this time, to his surprise, it was neither of those. It was someone's presence – one that did not make him feel threatened.
"What happened to kicking, snoring, and stealing, Snape?" he whispered in an amused tone as he beheld the other man's form next to him, the couch he made for him abandoned. "Ah. You brought your own cover. Smarter than I expected from you."
"Shut up and let me sleep, Black", came a muffled reply. "If you kick, I'll kick you back, that's all."
"And snoring?" Sirius asked, his tone still amused.
"I'll keep poking your ribs until you stop", Snape grumbled, his voice still muffled. "How's that for a method?"
"You enjoy living dangerously, don't you?" Sirius remarked.
"And you do too, let me sleep, or you'll know that danger first-hand", came a reply in an increasingly annoyed tone.
"Is that an invitation for round t–" Sirius could not help himself.
"No" came a reply in a tone that could easily be distilled to act as a poison for a blade.
"Pity. Goodnight then", Sirius chuckled.
There was, of course, no reply.
Saying that the relationship between the two men was complex would be akin to saying that the task that the Order of Phoenix faced carried some risks. Sirius did not relish in that complexity – but in the end, he knew all too well that he would not be the same man without it.
And, no matter how Severus Snape refused to admit it, neither would he.
And that thought made it easier to bear that complexity.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this oddity as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Summary: Severus Snape lingers at Sirius Black's family home after the meeting of the Order ends – and it is not for the first time. This story is a shameless slash short with some emotions, some smut, and some humor - and my first attempt at a Harry Potter universe story, a form of a bribe to my beta-reader, and a result of an improvised joke scene – all in one short.
Warning: For those that came here after having read my other stories: this is, obviously, something completely different. Caveat lector.
On timeline: this takes place sometime during the fifth book.
Rating: Mature since it contains a non-explicit sex scene.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, concepts, or names. This is the work of a pastiche.
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Complexity
A Harry Potter fanfiction
The meeting was over, and the secret conspirators were slowly leaving the home at 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius Black, the host of the meeting and the caretaker of the residence stood apart from the shrinking group, observing them quietly. The safety measures dictated that they left singularly or in pairs at most, yes, to avoid grabbing the attention of the curious eyes that the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could have somewhere, anywhere, or everywhere; this, of course, took time – but in the end, the dark hall was empty.
Empty – except for a single man dressed in faded black, a man with long dark hair in a rather neglected state, a man with his facial expression locked in a perpetual frown. Well, no, not exactly perpetual, Sirius had to admit: the moment he turned away from the door that he locked before behind the last wizard departing, he then turned and smiled at Sirius.
'I guess the frown, was preferable' was the thought that appeared in Sirius' mind. 'This is not a grinning skull yet, but it does come disturbingly close.'
"Did you just get confused about from which side you were supposed to lock the door, Snape?" he asked as he walked toward the straggler.
"Oh, no. Something is telling me, call it my well-honed instincts… or perhaps my sense of smell? Either way, it's telling me that you would perhaps wish to speak to me in private", Snape replied, his smile still present.
Sirius was torn between making a jab at his guest's supposed "instincts", a trait that has been put into question several times – or going for the low blow and questioning the accuracy of his sense of smell, something that seemed to be quite selective, judging from the olfactory aura he often had around him. The idea to let it go and simply ask for Snape's reason to stay did not even occur to him; after all, the man was offering him two obvious openings, and not accepting this challenge to a duel would be, at the very least, discourteous. If not outright insulting. And so, he felt compelled to accept – but he would be damned if it would not be on his own terms.
"I would rather assume, that no, neither smell nor intuition is telling you that. I think you're projecting your own desires onto me", he spoke as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest.
"Ooh, the psychologist has spoken", the man scoffed and rolled his eyes, his smile turning crooked. "What else do you think about my current condition? Perhaps would you care to diagnose me?"
"Gladly", Sirius replied with a deadpan expression on his face. "But I wouldn't start with your head."
"Curious", the man's eyes narrowed as his smile grew meaner. "I thought you enjoyed starting with the head?"
Sirius could only groan. This round, to his regret, went to his guest.
***
Saying that the relationship between the two men was complex would be akin to saying that the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had somewhat unpleasant plans towards the United Kingdom, Hogwarts, and the Boy Who Lived. Both men were, of course, aware of the problem and the fact that it should be worked out somehow, even if this somehow would mean death for one or both of them – but since the threat looming just around the corner was not insignificant, they both quietly agreed to put their issues and the potential enmity aside in the light of the more pressing matter. Of course, there was an understanding that when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was gone, things would return to how they were before, dangerous as they were.
Regretfully, a human heart is a complicated thing, and so, it was easier said than done. Over time, some of the emotions had to surface, especially that in the end, they had no other choice than to work together within the Order.
But to the surprise of them both, it was not the hatred nor the resentment that came up. It was, in an odd way, something far more complicated – or, if looked at from a different point of view, something far simpler.
***
"Erectio!" Sirius exclaimed as he waved his wand.
Nothing seemed to happen; the unwelcome kind of heat crept up his cheeks.
"Erectio!" he repeated insistently, doing his best to keep his voice level despite the embarrassment he felt.
Some could claim that this embarrassment was well-earned; after all, he was naked and shared a bed with an equally naked man. Others could argue that it had no place here, since it was far from the first time this happened, even with this particular man. And yet others could claim that it did not matter at all – after all, there was nothing embarrassing about the situation.
Except, perhaps, that he needed a spell to make his body cooperate. The fact that Snape, laying on his back in front of him and having the perfect view of his currently rebelling body, was giving him a mocking look, his eyebrow raised high, was definitely not helping.
"Erectio!" he tried for the third time.
"I am far from lecturing my fellow wizard", Snape started in that specific tone, letting go of his legs, dropping them on the bed, and putting his hands behind his head in a gesture that screamed 'I am making myself comfortable, since this may take a while', "but I believe you are aiming you wand incorrectly".
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, doing his best to hide his exasperation and shame without much success; his burning cheeks and shaking hands were dead giveaways.
"Well, right now, I am fully erect" he started mercilessly, pointing with a head gesture to the indisputable proof of his words, "and I believe that the poor Echinopsis lageniformis in the corner has recovered from its withered state as well; by the way, shame on you to ruin such a specimen by neglect. I am glad to see, though, that it seems to rise back, doubtlessly owing it to your… attempts", he finished with a crooked smile.
An exasperated groan filled the room; all that Sirius could muster in response was an equally exasperated look he gave the man in front of him.
"It would do you good to stop groaning and start acting, Black. I am not in my first youth, you know, and frankly, holding my legs like this started to feel, increasingly so, like a chore instead of a pleasure", Snape continued, his tone not improving the slightest bit. "The pillow notwithstanding. And while I don't think you care about my pleasure, I would expect you to afford me this basic courtesy despite your… shortcomings."
"Would you please stop being such sarcastic little shit?" Sirius sighed with still-present exasperation, his wand now hanging in his limp hand. "You'd be a great match to this cactus, really, you're both prickly, you even look similar! You have been like this all the time, forever, since I remember you! Have you come–"
"Trust me, you'll notice when I do", Severus interjected, his tone still unchanged.
"Are you here to lecture me?" Sirius borderline growled.
"I am here, specifically, to get laid", Severus explained matter-of-factly, "and the steps you're taking are not helping."
"And you are not helping, either! I thought you wanted to do something more constructive?"
"Constructive? I'm afraid that's impossible… that is, unless you have transformed something inside of you that you didn't tell me about, nothing constructive will come out of this. Or perhaps your intent is to impregnate me? That would be truly disgusting."
"Just like you?" Sirius replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Ooh, a joke, and a jab, all in one", Severus grinned. "I never thought I would get one out of you. At least that is coming out. Point for you."
"Get out", Sirius growled.
"I'm not going anywhere", Severus scoffed in turn. "Unless I start to get cramps because of all this waiting. Or get cold. Or bored."
"Alright, alright. I get it", Sirius sighed with resignation and raised his wand again.
"Oh, I'm shivering with antici–"
"Erectio!"
"–pation", Severus finished. "Well, your aim has surely improved", he commented with a certain appreciation creeping into his voice, a raised eyebrow and a mocking glare notwithstanding; Sirius could not tell whether this appreciation was genuine or yet another step in the man's mockery, but at this stage, he simply no longer cared. Especially that things were still in motion: "Lubricato!" Severus exclaimed a short moment after reaching for his wand.
"I do hope you didn't make it as cold as the last time", Sirius narrowed his eyes as he moved closer.
"You see, some like it hot… and some like it cold", Severus replied as he raised his legs, grabbed them with his hands, and adjusted his position on the pillow.
"I hate you", Sirius spoke emphatically.
"I know. And I hate you", Severus replied with a smile that very few people ever saw. "Now, I expect you to demonstrate your aiming skills again. You know what to aim at… or into."
"Ugh", Sirius rolled his eyes. "You and your–"
"Less talking, Black, more moving", Severus interrupted. "It's not my ears you should be working on right now."
Sirius had to admit that, for once, the man was somewhat right. Feeling the power of the spell coursing through his penis, he adjusted his position for the last time – and reluctantly made contact. The fact that – despite his allusions and threats – Severus did not make the lubricant ice-cold was a pleasant surprise.
'I'm never figuring this bastard out, am I?' he mused as he slid inside his I-will-never-call-him-lover-not-in-a-hundred-years-but-fuck-buddy-sounds-just-wrong-so-I-guess-the-right-term-is-it's-complicated carefully. 'Fuck that', he shrugged internally. 'And fuck him', he finally decided.
"Will you put some hips into the deed, Black, or do you require a strength enhancement potion?" spoken in an acrid tone brought him back to reality after he lost himself in a few moments of a slow, pleasant build-up.
"I wouldn't want to put your… dainty form in danger, Snape", Sirius fired back, his irritation quickly growing; he knew all too well what Severus was doing – but he hated to admit that, despite that knowledge, it was still working. "But if you insist…"
"Oh, I do–" was the last thing from his mouth before a deep moan finally told Sirius that he finally hit the I-hate-you-because-I-cannot-say-it-otherwise-person's sensitive spot.
***
"This is unacceptable", Severus objected. "You kick in your sleep, you snore, and you steal all the covers for yourself. I am not sharing a bed with you."
"Well, you're free to leave, then", Sirius shrugged. "All the other rooms are now secured, I'm not going through the trouble of opening them again, and I'd strongly advise you didn't even try to use them. So, it's my bed or the floor. The choice is yours."
"So much for the famous hospitality of your family", Severus scoffed, his frown now displayed in full force. "You're a master of transfiguration. Make me a couch."
"You're the master of potions, make one that would change that plant into a hammock", Sirius replied with a shrug.
"First, I'm not going to damage a plant that just got its second life thanks to you… misfiring", Severus countered. "Second, if you were paying a little bit more attention in the Potion's class, you'd be able to make that ridiculous idea sound at least somewhat plausible. So, what about that couch?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, recalling the formula and the changes necessary; a few gestures and words later, the table-and-chair set was now a fully functional couch.
"Well. And to think I doubted you", Severus chuckled with a small hint of appreciation in his voice. "All made and ready, nice touch. And it's even the right shade of black", he added in a tone that was a mix of sarcasm and appreciation in proportions so precise, that it could only come from a master of Potions.
"As you said, I am a master", Sirius shrugged. "Goodnight, Snape. I hope you have a Potion of Deafness on you, should my snoring prove too much."
"Your concern for the quality of my sleep is touching, Black. Goodnight", Severus scoffed and slid under the covers.
Sirius let out a heavy sigh; now, that his I-really-don't-know-who-he-is-but-I-somewhat-care was not looking his way, he could even allow himself a smile.
But not before he put the candles out.
***
'This is not going to end well' was a thought that rattled in Sirius' head as he woke up in the middle of the night; he rarely slept too well, not with the awareness of the threats around him and the dark dreams plaguing him from time to time.
But this time, to his surprise, it was neither of those. It was someone's presence – one that did not make him feel threatened.
"What happened to kicking, snoring, and stealing, Snape?" he whispered in an amused tone as he beheld the other man's form next to him, the couch he made for him abandoned. "Ah. You brought your own cover. Smarter than I expected from you."
"Shut up and let me sleep, Black", came a muffled reply. "If you kick, I'll kick you back, that's all."
"And snoring?" Sirius asked, his tone still amused.
"I'll keep poking your ribs until you stop", Snape grumbled, his voice still muffled. "How's that for a method?"
"You enjoy living dangerously, don't you?" Sirius remarked.
"And you do too, let me sleep, or you'll know that danger first-hand", came a reply in an increasingly annoyed tone.
"Is that an invitation for round t–" Sirius could not help himself.
"No" came a reply in a tone that could easily be distilled to act as a poison for a blade.
"Pity. Goodnight then", Sirius chuckled.
There was, of course, no reply.
***
Saying that the relationship between the two men was complex would be akin to saying that the task that the Order of Phoenix faced carried some risks. Sirius did not relish in that complexity – but in the end, he knew all too well that he would not be the same man without it.
And, no matter how Severus Snape refused to admit it, neither would he.
And that thought made it easier to bear that complexity.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this oddity as much as I enjoyed writing it.