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Til Death us do part...
Sirius had made his way to the Master Bedroom just fine, the battle came when he tried to strip free of his clothing and fell several times to the floor in the process. He ended up cursing them into flames and now, with only his black silk boxers remaining, he crawled up onto the massive four poster bed, draped in the Snape family colors of Green and Silver, and collapsed. He managed to roll onto his back, and sigh aloud a moment later, then still angry with what had transpired, used a Quick Quill spell to jot down a venomous journal entry before closing his eyes at last, and going quiet...
Severus wasn't quite sure whether his 'talk' with Lupin had gone well or not. Parts of it had satisfied him, other parts had left a distinctly... sour aftertaste in his mouth, and an emptiness. Gods. People were so bloody confusing. Which was why he liked potions so much. THEY, at least, were reliable, comprehensible. But it was too late to go and work in his lab, and he vaguely remembered he still had something to do. Still teaching lessons when he got home. He left his study, the lights snuffing out behind him, and made his way up the main staircase to his room. He didn't pause when he reached the door, but pushed it open, calling out lowly, mentally, as he did so to announce his presence. Sirius...
Sirius was on his side, apparently sleeping, that or hovering between etherial words, dancing in the clover with sprites. He muttered something in response to the call in his mind that even overrode the dream and drunken state. A moment passed, then a sleepy, Sev? came back. With a grunt and a sigh, he ran his hands under the covers, searching the bed for another warm form, but finding nothing but cold sheets.
Severus was in no great hurry to get abed, despite his meeting, it was still fairly early on for him- who retired late and rose early- and despite having done a full day's work, he was not yet worn out completely. He walked to what was loosely 'his' side of the bed, fingers moving to his throat, and unbuttoning his jacket- something that took quite a while in and of itself, shrugging out of his indoor robes at the same time. Other people might have softened at seeing Sirius' far from lucid state, but Severus was nothing if not 'other people'. Have you quite finished irritating me for one day? he asked, more barb than snide aside. He never had difficulty communicating his unhappiness. That was one of his strong points.
There was a pause before Sirius managed a communication back. The wine had a strong hold on most of him, but he was not completely sheltered from the mental invasion Severus made. I... iritate you to keep you reminded of the fact I adore your bastard self and that we are both alive.... he replied with the equivilant of a mental mumble. He managed a sly grin at that. Slowly, slowly he was starting to return to consciousness, but was still quite immobilized. Quite vulnerable.
Bastard only by choice and not birth, was all Severus saw fit to think back, sliding off his waistcoat and hanging it up at the same time as taking off his shoes, before socks, and taking off his belt. Got onto his knees at his side of the bed, shuffled across with minimum effort and disturbance, until he was up against Sirius' back, growling- mentally, or physically, he wasn't all that bothered.
Bastard. You are both Bastards and can rot in Hell for all I care. That is my bloody problem. I CARE for those no one else would. he retorted, and when he felt the other form press up against him from behind, he shuffled away, farther from the middle of the bed, and towards the opposing edge. "Get stuffed...." he growled, then pawed at covers to pull up and over his head.
You say it like its a bad thing, Sirius. Some of us worked for years perfecting the Art of Being a Bastard... A dull little laugh- it was true after all, he had cultivated his anti-social side to the nth degree- and Severus leaned forwards, using one knee to rest on Sirius' hip, wary and ready for any movement to keep his balance- his hands moved a good deal faster and brought Sirius' up and together up above his head, actions lightning quick, not having consumed all that much alcohol himself. He used the belt he'd kept hold of, tucked the end through the clasp and the hoop and pulled tight. But really, you need to be born with it to ever perfect it...
Advantage: Snape. That was easy enough to see. Sirius was five steps beyond being "legally drunk" so he offered no form of resistance when he was caught and bound. Well, the THOUGHT about it, but by the time his addled brain had received the message, he was already captive. He opened his eyes to look up at Severus. Dark brows came down over bloodshot and puffy blue-grey eyes, it was not a pleasing mixture of tones. "Let.... me.... go..." he growled, then began to struggle, trying first to bring his hands back down and give Severus a royal double fisted smash to that imperious nose of his.
With Sirius' hands held together, it wasn't too hard to restrain them further, and Severus merely took one wrist and held tight, at arm's length. A wry look crossed his face. "No." Simple enough. "No point arguing with an unreasonable bastard is there? You'll just waste breath that could be better spent." He slid his knee off Sirius' hip, only to sprawl himself over his side to keep him down, mouth finding neck, where he bit, then licked, before pulling back, his nose wrinkled in distatste. "Your smell has decidedly seen better days. Just how much have you had to drink?" he asked, scornfully, and finding his wand with his free hand, having the feeling he'd need it.
Sirius continued to struggle, and only ceased movement when Severus bit down on him. He gasped, and an involuntary charge surged through his body. Numbed. Aroused. Trapped. Claimed. All in the same instant. He laid there, heart pounding and lost in the rush, feeling the tongue lap across his skin, causing another shudder. Anger forgotten, arguement abandoned. Lust. Desire. Then... the insult. Sirius blinked quickly moving his head away from the reach of Severus' mouth and glared at him. For a moment, his mouth worked silently, too shocked at the moment to utter a retort. So, why not go with the classics? "Fuck.... you." he clipped, glaring into Severus' eyes, then punctuated the sentiment with an attempt at a gob, but his alchohol dehydrated mouth only produced a spray of sour spit.
Severus could feel the desire coursing through his partner and was more than a little amused. Hm. Same old Sirius then. He raised a brow at the response he got, archly, lifted himself from Sirius only to roll him flat on his back, and sit down on thigh and hip, reclining slightly, not caring how heavy he was. A clinically astute hand took Sirius' jaw from below, turned his face from side to side, examining his eyes and features. Analysing. He hrumphed, but didn't give a diagnosis. "You wish," he replied, as though talking to the gardner over simple matters like new hedge trimmers.
Sirius growled as his jaw was gripped and he was looked at, like livestock. He could see the cool detachment in his partner's eyes, and it further infuriated him. "Let.... go... of... me...." he repeated. "The boy doesn't want to be buggered by the twisted old Potions Master tonight..." he said cooly, then summoned all of his energy for a series of hips bucks, in an attempt to unseat Severus and get loose. He growled, snarled, and tried his best to summon his inner beast, only trouble was, the dog was drunk.
Severus merely lifted and swung over one leg so he was straddling the struggling man, letting go of his partner's face only after a quick squeeze of finger and thumb. "Does it matter what the boy wants? I don't remember asking his opinion at all... In fact, I think the boy spoke out of turn." You didn't Piss Off Snape unless you were prepared to put up with the consequences. And he would, most like as not, do whatever it was the other person didn't want in order to piss THEM off. Misery loved company. He started up weighing the pros and cons of action versus long, drawn out torture, sighing a little melodramatically, and not bothering to hide his own internal thought processes at all. He started preparing a spell.
The struggle was over soon, he was tired, drunk, and admittedly, out of shape. He stopped his flailing about and lay there panting from the exertion. He didn't return a vocal retort this time, and not so much as mental one as well. He glared, red-rimmed eyes at Snape, and set his mouth in a stern line, jaws clamped shut. The look said it all. Dared him to try, dared him to sink to that level, again. Still? He moved his gaze from Snape's for just a second as the wand came up, and he surmised what was coming next, and he tried to beat him to the punch. There was only one spell he could do without a need for a wand....
"Really, Sirius," Severus tsked, clicking his tongue over the back of his teeth, and staring down at eyes that had suddenly moved a tad closer. He gestured with his wand tip towards cold wet nose. "I could change you back if I wanted, but we'd be here all night." His eyes narrowed. "Or I could always put you outside in a kennel..." Along with that vermin which followed you home... he added, mentally, and dug his fingers underneath the sliver of metal at Sirius' throat.
A dog, because of his physical structure was harder to keep on his back and he wiggled back and forth underneath Snape, trying to free himself. He pulled on his paws, trying to bring them down, but the charmed belt had tightened to accomidate the change in shape of the captured appendages. A low growl starting somewhere deep in the Animagi's chest began to rumble beneath Severus' rump, and the slight curling of black lips started. Do your worst..... Do what you think you need to do to feel like the Man of the House again... came the slowly sent reply. When he felt a hand on his enchanted collar he moved his head to the side, trying to break the grip, ignoring the wand at point blank range.
I already am, and always will be, came the mental growl, fingers closing about the little metal snake, and he yanked, hard, moving himself, and pulling until he'd dragged Sirius off the bed and onto the floor, front paws still bound. I'm not going to let anyone annoy me, or upset me, or rattle me... I'm not going to let anyone get in my way, he declared, even if his current behaviour showed the rather fatal flaw and lack of logic straight off. He didn't notice it.
Sirius made a choking, coughing sound as he was dragged by the neck from the bed and to the floor, he dug in with his hind legs, resisting being taken anywhere, even if it was just being tossed out of the bedroom door. He twisted his body this way and that, and growled savagely the entire way, fighting the hold on him. Well for one not getting pissed off anymore, you seem to have missed that attempt.... he taunted back, still fighting to get loose.
Ah but I was born pissed off, I merely alternate in the degree... somedays I save it up for special occasions...he thought, raised his wand, and set the deadlock sliding across the door. He let go his grip on the Ouroboros, and stood, in shirtsleeves, fuming. But in control of himself. Fully. This is my house, and you are mine and no one is going to take anything away from me ever again. Do you hear me? No one is going to steal my hard-earned FUCKING HAPPINESS. Now he lost it.
Sirius scrambled on the floor when he was dropped, his bound forepaws not adequatly supporting his front half. He fell down on his chin with a soft yelp, then rolled onto his side, kicking at the belt on his forepaws with the back. He gripped the tail of it in his teeth, and pulled, growling as he tried to pull it loose. He stopped when he heard the slam of the door bolt and turned to look at Snape inquisitively as he was sent the mental announcement. His long ears flickered forwards, then back slightly, watching.
"DO YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW UNHAPPY I WAS? No, I don't suppose you DO. Doesn't really matter does it, not now. Only thing you think of is the immediate present. Well it matters to me. I'm not going back there and you can't bloody well make me." He was afraid. Few things struck more fear in Severus' heart than a grey muzzle full of white teeth and the realisation he'd had of just... of just who he was. He thought he'd got over it but clearly Remus' proximity had affected him more than he'd let on himself. Sod decorum. Sod everything. He hissed a spell undoing the belt about Sirius' limbs, and followed it up on the same breath. "Get on the bed."
The dogs mouth actually went slack at the loud and angry outburst, and dropped the belt from his jaws as he stared at Severus. There was that gut tightening knot in his stomach as he FELT the rage coming from his partner, and was commanded to a position. He hesitated, and was looking to the door before he realized what a mistake and futile move that would be, then back to Severus. He was fairly vibrating with rage. Sirius rolled onto his side and getting back onto all fours, he backed up slowly, keeping his eyes on Severus, Severus' wand and the door beyond him. He backed up until rump bumped into the bed, and he had no choice but to turn from Severus and jump up onto the bed. He did so quickly, nimbly considering how much he had drank. However, gut churning fear had a way of sobering you up in a hurry.
The Slytherin rarely lost control- so when he did so, he usually did so spectacularly. It was perhaps the biggest drawback to such a way of living. He followed close on Sirius' heels, the only restraint the sthin veil preventing him from ripping someone's throat out- thin, but there. He paused at the foot of the bed, watching to see what Sirius would do, nostrils flaring. He was clearly unbalanced, but all things considered, it wasn't that much of a surprise.
Sirius crept up onto the bed, and made a circle, then curled up on the bed near the headboard, head on paws, eyes on Snape. He slowly ran his tongue around his chops, and at the same time, lowered his ears back. He flicked his gaze between Severus and the door just once more, calculating.
Severus wasn't a fool. And Sirius never quite managed the art of being subtle, and he knew full well what he was thinking. Going to run with your tailtucked between your legs? Not going to face up to consequences again? he taunted, eyes dark. A low, feral purr; "Come now Sirius... it isn't becoming..."
The ears came up, then flattened back down, the growl started in low, and got louder. He rose up to a standing position, head held down low in an offensive stance. His tail swished back and forth behind him, low and in quick swipes. Challenge met. His eyes locked with Severus' and without a reply he lunged.
Severus had had a good deal of nightmares in which fur and teeth and claws and bulk flew. Had a good many times to watch himself fail, scream himself hoarse, and damn near piss himself. But then he wasn't as annoyed and wound up as he was now, and then his hands didn't fly up to protect his face and throat like they did now, grabbing whatever they found. He bent his knees, slightly, braced, but he wasn't that heavy a person, and tall to boot- to easier to knock over. He went down, taking Sirius with him, prepared, and rolling as soon as he hit to minimise the shock, his own growl just as loud as Sirius'.
Sirius slammed into Severus, eyes closed for protection, and once he had struck him and sent him backwards, he bit down on whatever he had managed to caputure in his jaws. Skin, bone, long and thin. An arm. He growled again, biting down and shaking with the ferocity of a feral creature. He didn't have quite the jaw power to break the bone, but he could come close. He snarled as he shook the arm in his mouth and clawed with his front paws, digging at the form below him.
Running on automatic, Severu didn't eve register any pain for a long time- and when he did, only the cold knowledge of the fatc, like it was happening to someone else. Endorphins flooded his system and gave him a spurt of energy- combined with the adrenaline already there, and he rolled them both over, put one hand under Sirius' jaw- where the Ouroboros was already furiously hissing, and slammed the animagus' head into the floor. He was beyond words now, only capable of physical emotion and non-verbalised thoughts.
*WHAM* Came the stunning shot from Severus, sending Sirius' head into the hardness of the wooden floor, and it stunned him for just a second. His grip loosend on Snape's arm, and growled anew. He kicked at Severus' belly with his own back feet, nails tearing into pale flesh. He then let go of the arm in his mouth and turned, foaming jaws snapping, looking for purchase on another piece of Severus. As he did so, with enraged intent, the Ouroboros gave a quick tightening jerk around his throat.
The Slytherin was rapidly becoming a mess. Having taken off most of the layers he habitually wore and stripped down to the bare minimum- it afforded little protection from claws and teeth. He was using fingers and elbows and knees indiscriminately, like a dirty fighter unconsciously going for the places it would hurt the most. Strip off the veneer and he was a dangerous person. His hands found furry throat, thumbs pressing in at the center, and holding on for dear life, trying to throttle the life out of him. He was at a distinct disadvantage in this, though- his legs were practically useless, even when he tried to catch kicking hind legs between them.
Sirius felt the cold, iron-like hands around his throat too, late and after a poke in one eye had left him partially blinded for the time being, he missed snapping his jaws on Severus' hands by millimeters. He shook himself and continued to kick, trying to get out of the grip, and managed to get a bite into a bicep, but he could not get at the hands throttling him. He felt the Ouroboros clamp down as well, and it was then he realized just how far this might go. He growled louder, tasting rich Snape blood, and he began to frenzy. It was then the painful sting seared into the side of his neck. Tiny fangs found hold even through thick pelt.
Snape brought one knee up, hard, and it impacted with Sirius' ribcage, hard, pushing the wind from him just as the Ouroboros bit down, protectively, driven further by the smell of its Master's blood. Severus was panting hard, struggling to get the oxygen into his system fast enough to deal with the exertion, and fighting an incoming wave of dizzyness, battering it down until he had the time to deal with it. He'd lost all sense of proportion a long time hence, and was still digging his fingers in as deep as he could, not noticing Sirius' behaviour yet- it not having seeped through his consciousness.
The kick to the canine solar plexis took all of the wind, and the fight out of the dog with a sickening yelp, and a cough. He thrashed a bit more, only because he was in mid-movement when the hit was made, then he laid still, wheezing, trying to take in air that was now blocked by three opponents. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, and he shuddered. Can't die like this.... Can't... he thought, not necessarily transmitting. He felt nauseus, and paralyzed, something was creeping into his veins, his mind. With his last conscious thought, he shifted forms, back to his human one, and mentally gasped Severus' name.
Severus felt the shape beneath him change with half a mind, and was quite surprised to see Sirius for a few moments, not comprehending what was happening. He let go of his throat after a few seconds more, one hand starting to cramp and numb painfully, his arm mangled and bleeding. He looked down at his hand with confusion, his brow knit. Blood... there was blood on him and he wasn't quite sure whose. The Ouroboros, mollified, hissed one last time before resuming its grip on its tail, a little harder than was strictly necessary. Severus was vaguely aware that they were on the floor, by the bed, and that wasn't what was normal. His anger had waned a little now, now he was no longer being antagonised. After a bit longer he figured out how to get Sirius onto the bed, and stood there, staring at his stomach. Oh. So it was his blood then. Ah well.
Sirius remained limp, after a moment, his breathing became more unobstructed, and a bit less wheezy. He laid on his side, still and now and then a tremor would shake his body, but he made no sound. His mind was blank, nothing being sent, nothing was being recieved.
Severus figured he should clean up the mess. And what a lot of it. But for the life of him he oculdn't think of a spell, or think to find his wand. After staring for a few minutes more, he decided he really needed to be in bed, and half fell, half dropped himself down. He was a mess- dark eyes blinking blindly into the room, even though he had left the lights on. Eventually exhaustion got the better of him and he drifted uneasily off. At some point he rolled over, one arm draped over Sirius' hip, mind muggy and washed out. He repeated to himself, though, over and over as he slept uneasily, Not going to let him love you. Not. Eventually his eyes closed and he found some rest.
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