Sirius Black (s_black) wrote in morsemordre, @ 2002-12-05 20:15:00

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Honey, we have Company....


Sirius leaned over and refilled Severus' wine glass, yet again. He was already sloshed, and he needed to make sure Severus was. It would make the asking easier, and perhaps slow the Hex Reflex he was sure would kick in once the Wolf was out of the bag. "Everything to your liking Severus?" he purred in the Potion Master's ear as he poured.

It had been a long day. But that was voluntarily so- Severus felt a day wasted if nto used to what he judged was best advantage, and usually only did nothing whatsoever if he was thoroughly desolate. By the empty plate (something he was getting more used to seeing) he had at least found the food palatable, if not agreeable. Well, definately so, as he wouldn't have eaten that much had it not appealed. A soft, almost-mrr present before words, he turned his face slightly to the side, eyes slitted. "Hmm, a few too many carrots, but otherwise, there is little to fault," he admitted. Sirius usually gave portions just erring on the too generous side. The wine poured, he watched Sirius carefully.

"Right.... too many carrots. Not too much garlic this time, or too much bay leaf?" he grinned, then leaned in for a gently kiss on the end of a large nose. "I will keep that in mind." he added, then nuzzled his face into Severus' hair, smelling his scent mixed with the bath and shampoo herbs. Foxglove, and Lavender, Oh Lord. Later for that however. "We have company tonight Master, in the Gatehouse." he purred softly, then started working on a hickie on the side of of that pale neck.

The Slytherin growled, and leaned into his partner's mouth slightly. "For once they were all well-judged," he admitted. And wondered had he ever been able to leave anything without a possible improvement. Eyes closed, he frowned and thought a moment. "Company? Please tell me it isn't Gnomes, or worse... rats?" He sounded a little thoughtful, but little else.

Sirius continued working on the hickie for a moment longer, softening up the target before dropping the bomb a moment later. Werewolf. he sent silently, then draped his arms around Severus' shoulders and hugged him warmly, still biting and sucking on his throat, for as long as he would be allowed to now.

"WEREWOLF?" Few words could rile him faster than that, and Severus was immediately on his feet and turning, nostrils flaring in annoyance. When he could speak aloud, it was low, and menacing. "I think we need to have a talk..."

Sirius had flinched back at the first sign of movement from Severus, and sat there looking up at him, surprise showing on his face, but no fear. He knew that would only provoke him further. His gut tightened however, and he took a deep breath before speaking again, "I figured that we would need to talk, yes Severus." he said, then lowered his eyes slightly. A deference.

Two thin hands moved unconsciously to his hips as he tried to resist the urge to blast Sirius to kingdome come. He eventually solved the matter by storming to the other side of the room. Glared at the wall. "You didn't think to ask me first?" he asked, as reasonably as he could manage, which wasn't very, or very reasonable-sounding either.

Sirius rose from his chair, he could smell the anger eminating off of Severus and when he approached him, he kept a safe distance behind him. Out of grabbing reach, but not wand reach. He could never be THAT far out of range. "I am asking you now. I have put him up in the Gate House just for tonight. If you could see the state he is in Severus... He has nothing..." he said, stopping when he heard the overtly pleading tone in his voice. You have everything Severus, including me..." he said, then stopped, and waited.

Snape didn't like liberties being taken. Or feeling that they were. Too many people had made decisions over his head or without thinking about what he would feel for him to be comfortable with it in the slightest. And... to invite ... him? It was just... Done. Something he had to deal with. He looked at the clock and realised Sirius had left it this late for a reason. It was late, dark, and cold. Damn the bastard. He was going to have to deal with this now, and Sirius later. "We will discuss this afterwards," he said, and promptly left the room.

Sirius opened his mouth to reply, but Severus had already left the room. Sneering, he stepped after Severus, following him two paces behind, "Severus, wait! Please..." he called out as he fell in step behind the flowing black form.

His gaunt figure sat on the floor infront of a fireplace inside the Gate House main lounge. Nothing had been touched, or moved. He hadn't even lit the fireplace, he merely sat there facing the logs held within. He was wearing dusty black, and tattered robes, which were mended in several places. His fingers twirled and tugged at a loose string that had been used to close a large gash in his robes; His head raised slightly, eyelids lifting, those amber hues glancing towards the entrance of the lounge, and then towards the window. He sighed and looked back towards the cold fireplace closing his eyes once more.

One of the myriad House Elves made a noisy entrance to the Gate House, and looked about before it found the recipient (he hoped) of his message. He walked up to Remus, and made the slightest of deferential gestures. "Master Snape say you are to follow Libby, Sir," he said, and smiled cautiously.

He opened his eyes slowly, and smiled gently towards the House Elf. "Hello, Libby...." He stood slowly. "Please....lead the way..."

Sirius followed after Severus, continuing to plead his and Remus' case in an endless stream of statements. He paid no attention to where he was following Severus to at the moment, he was too focused on catching his attention, no matter what that may result in.

Libby bowed, and opened the door, "If Sir would follow," he said, and looked back to make sure, leading him over the grounds, and through the main doors. It was a decent trek, along hallways and up stairs and then down others. It seemed the house was not as straightwords as it might first appear. Eventually, Libby brought Remus to the hallway where Severus was standing, still, by a door, Sirius not far away. The Potions Master was looking silently composed- a thin veil over his irritation, and he turned slightly when the two arrived, not saying anything.

He followed Libby silently, to whereever it was he was being led, holding his robes tightly so that they would not accidentally brush against anything and cause a mess. He followed quickly, and easily.

His face was void of emotion, but there was a knowing look in his eyes, a look that said that he had been through this hundreds of times, a look that said he knew he was not truely welcome, and he was willing to leave in an instant if asked to do so. He lifted one hand to brush aside a few loose strands of auburn and grayed locks from his face; waiting before speaking softly: "Hello Severus....Sirius..." He stood still and firm. "Should I be off then?"

Sirius stopped speaking when Remus arrived with the elf, and then gave his old friend a weak smile. His eyes showed worry, but he didn't voice anything further. He looked to Severus to see what he would do or say next.

"Not if you just had my House Elves prepare this room for nothing," the dark man replied, eschewing formalities of greetings. His face betrayed a little, but not much. He didn't turn or move anything save his eyes and head slightly, eyes focussed on their 'guest', completely ignoring Sirius. He didn't care what it looked like right now. What mattered was he felt his pride wounded. And he was a very proud man- if it was somewhat fragile.

He bowed his head, closing his eyes. "I will stay only as long as I am welcomed, Severus.....As soon as you wish me to leave, I will do so....And thank you.."

Sirius blinked and looked, shocked over at Severus. This was not what he had expected in the least, and after a moment, that worried him. He watched Severus closely, suspicious. Old Dogs, old tricks. Old Slytherins, old motives.

"Avail yourself," Snape instructed, waved his hand to the door which was slightly ajar, nodded his head slightly and turned, showing them both his back and walking off. The House Elf, Libby, started asking Remus for his bags when his master left.

He blinked, thinking a moment. "My bags?" He looked flustered for a moment, and smiled weakly. "I have none...do not worry yourself over me, I'm sure you have other business to attend to." He lifted a hand to push open the door slowly. He moved directly to an empty space upon the floor, and sat, looking out the window.

Sirius watched Severus leave, unable to read anything behind the mask he wore over his voice right now. He cast a longing glance at Remus, then watched as he entered the room and took a place on the floor. "For Merlin's sake Remus, at least make use of the facilities offered to you," he snapped, then quickly turned on his heel and followed after Severus. Hell would want to be paid, and now.

He glanced over his shoulder towards Sirius, and exhaled a soft, sad sigh before closing his eyes, and shifting just slightly so that he was laying on the floor. He was always wary of using furniture, afraid to touch things for a fear he may break or bruise them some how, and Lord knows he didn't have any way to re-pay Severus or Sirius if something did break. Oh...he knew if he stayed there was going to be trouble, but he dared not to refuse an offer from Severus.

Sirius followed behind Severus, again staring at his black clad back. This time he didn't try to converse with him, he had gotten the clue that he was beneath conversation or even acknowlegement at this point. Instead, he followed where Master led.

Severus measured his pace. Walked deliberately, knowing exactly where he was headed. Yes, this was something he knew, something concrete, something reliable. He slipped along a hallway, pushed open a door with hardly any effort whatsoever, and slinked inside, eyes never moving to one side or the other. He walked to the other side of the small drawing room, and to the drinks cabinet there, pulling out an old, expensive bottle of liquour.

Sirius followed behind, and didn't follow protocol and wait for an invitation to enter. He stopped just inside of the door, and then quietly closed it behind him. The click of the lock seemed overly loud in the deadly silent room. He watched Severus pour himself a drink then slowly stepped forward to the middle of the room, and laced his hands together in front of his waist. He slowly bowed his head, and closed his eyes, I am sorry, Master. he sent.

TBC....

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