Sirius Black (s_black) wrote in morsemordre, @ 2002-12-17 17:53:00

Current mood:

horny

Getting settled in the dorm
Sirius got up from the overstuffed chair near the first after he felt the temperature in the rooms elevate to a level suitable for the living, and had a more detailed look around. It was of course as he recalled it from his last visit. Severus Snape never changed, and his environments even less frequently. He grimaced at the things preserved in fluids in jars, and at the various herbs stored on shelves. He was feeling a bit peckish, so with a bit of floo powder, he communicated to the House Elves what he would like for supper, then sat down with a book before the fire to wait. It wasn't long before the meal arrived, and he was eating with his usual abandon. He wasn't sure when Severus would be arriving, he had kept the mental chat to a minimum.

Almost all the students had left. That was a good thing about Christmas. And whilst he had felt he needed to attend breakfast, Severus had been wholeheartedly assured he needn't attend the evening meal- and that his assitance was no longer required for the night. He wondered if the staff had made people behave around him so he didn't feel the need to give them detentions- or if, with less of them, it was less likely to happen perhaps. Either way, he was left free to go back to his rooms and he was grateful.

He opened the door carefully, blinking at the sudden increase in light (the corridors down here were especially dark in winter nights) and looked about his rooms for signs of his mate.

Sirius felt Severus approach of course, and looked up from his reading when he heard the door open. "Good evening to the Master of the House." he said in a soft, warm voice. Setting aside the tome he had been reading on cooking with Dragon's Blood, he rose from the chair, and walked over to Severus, offering to take his overcloak with a careful touch of his hands, and a kiss placed softly on a pale cheek. "Thank you for having me here with you. This is where I want to be." he purred.

"I could get used to being waited on," the Potions Master admitted, and shrugged himself out of his robe, one shoulder after the other. "Don't get too used to it here, though," he warned as he stepped back and let Sirius hang up his cloak, voice warning at first, before it thawed a little. "That is, if you still want to leave at the end of the week?"

Sirius chuckled softly as Severus' comments, then as he took the over robe to hang up, he looked back over his shoulder. "I thought we were staying there through the Holidays...." he said softly. "I actually have no preference as long as we are together. I left a note with Remus saying I would be gone for the Holidays..." he said, then sighed softly. "Which do you prefer?" he asked as he went to a cupboard, and poured two snifters of Brandy, and handed one to Severus.

"Anywhere away from other people," he confessed, and dropped into his own chair, taking the tumbler with him as he did, and raising it to his lips. He took a hefty sip, and made a little throaty sound as it hit. That's better... he mentally rumbled. He didn't often drink on his own- or even in company and--- oh wait, Sirius was drinking? The thought flashed across his midn too fast to be controlled and he tried not to bolt upright in his seat, looking Sirius steadily in the eye. "Do you... have a suggestion?"

Sirius was looking at him when the mental flash came across, but there was not visible reaction to it on his face. He had learned from the Master after all about concealing his emotions when needed or desired. He met Severus' gaze and took a smaller sip than his mate had, and moved to sit once again in the twin to Severus' chair, summoned for his arrival. "Just to be with you. Someplace quiet, calm. I had assumed you were staying here through the Holidays, but if you wish to go elsewhere, I am up for that. I am about 90% I imagine."

Severus nodded, and set down his glass on the small table nearby, his composure regained. "You do seem much better, and more mobile. I trust the walk was not too much?" he asked. "I didn't think to send Minerva with a broom..." He bit his lip, chastising himself momentarily. "As they repeatedly assure me, I am not indespensible... until I try to leave... so your guess is as good as mine. The thought had honestly not crossed my mind beforehand," he admitted.

Sirius chuckled. "You only poisoned me... You didn't cripple me." he snorted playfully. If he was taking umbrage at his mobility, he wasn't showing it outwardly. "Then lets travel to some where." he suggested, taking another slow sip, and setting his glass down before slowly running his tongue over his lips, savoring the flavor of the fine liquor.

Severus wasn't touching his glass any more, consciously or not. He had got out of the heavy drinking habit long since in his youth, and even for a Potions Master his experimentation on himself had not been substantial. He liked having control of his faculties most of the time. He did, however, indulge himself in stretching out his legs and shuffling a little in his chair, trying to get comfortable. "If you like. I have no particular preference, though. Anywhere away from here would be an improvement I%09suppose."

Sirius leaned his cheek onto the palm of his hand as he leaned on the arm of the chair, and smiled wanly at Severus. "Tell me where you have always wanted to visit..." he purred softly. "It's too cold for the bike, so I shall pick the destination come the summer, but I want us to go to a place you desire. " he explained. "Perhaps a place where you can buy supplies, or do some purchasing of books. I would like that, and I know you would as well."

Severus thought. Deeply, and silently. The studious look- one where he was intent on a task and that alone- was one that suited him well, because he found it difficult to think of much else (anger, for instance, or bitterness) whilst so involved. After a minute he looked up. "Italy has a strong history- there are a great many people who came from there whom I admire, Galileo, for a start... and it would perhaps be a tad warmer for you? Honestly, I swear you're the cold-blooded one of us, the amount of heat%09you need..."

The corners of Sirius' eyes crinkled as he smiled back at Severus. "I am quite warm blooded thank you. I simply do not like to be refrigerated like a side of beef." he snorted back. "Italy. Italy would be nice. Great food, wonderful places to eat, especially among the Muggles." he mused, rubbing the faint stubble on his chin as he thought it over. "I could find all sorts of cooking accessories there..." he said with a boyish grin, "Could get rid of some of that cobbwebbed, filthy old Snape money there I could...."

"A lot of garlic if you ask me, but not as bad as the French," Severus said, with affected disdain. He had to, after all, coming from such Old Stock. Snobbery was practically written into all the inheritance clauses. He relented a little. "Though I do suppose they know how to handle their pasta... just... moderation, Sirius, I don't want Death by Carbohydrates..." He was quite warming to the idea despite himself, really.

Sirius slowly rose from his chair, and moved closer to Severus. He nuzzled his face into his lover's hair, running his nose along warm neck and throat, then parted his lips and after a soft kiss, bit down. He held tight, and slowly increased the pressure of the bite, waiting for a response.

Severus was in a surprisingly good (for him, at least) mood. Which was saying something. Perhaps he'd taken the brandy too far to heart? Unlikely... Oh well. He wasn't that bothered. "Impudent little whelp," he rumbled, grabbing Sirius about the waist and ouling him down and closer in, rumbling, and allowing the intrusion for a moment, before he shook his head a little, and snapped his teeth through fresh air close to Sirius' nose. It would be a cold day in hell indeed if he ever went down without one hell%09of a fight- usually involving the Red Cross at least.

Sirius as first laughed, then growled as he was pulled down into a lap and held tightly. He loosed the bite a bit, not wanting to break skin, but held on. If he left a mark, so much the better. Marking territory was one of his specialties. Mine..... he sent in a low, possessive growl, then let go with his teeth, and lapped slowly at the welt. "Acid tongued old lech...." he purred near Severus' ear.

"You don't usually complain much about my tongue," came the low, gravelly response, as Severus turned his head, protecting the already-marked side of his neck unsconsciously, and perhaps even less consciously exposing the other side. To prove his point, the Slytherin nipped quickly at one earlobe, before licking steadily up behind one ear, tasting his mate's distinctive twang, before he moved his head to lick the inside of Sirius' ear, a hum vibrating in his chest as he kept Sirius pulled tight up against himself, locking his fingers in the small of his back.

A yelp of surprise, and minor pain, but Sirius did not struggle to get free. He leaned into the embrace, and enjoyed the warmth and comfort it brought. He closed his eyes, and relaxed, content to be just as he was. Forever. Plans for tonight my dear one? he sent, along with an image of how he wanted to spend the darkest part of the night.

"I did have some work I wanted to get done," Severus couldn't resist teasing, even if it came out a little muffled from his attentions. He stopped after a moment more, butted his chin under Sirius'. "Of course," he said, sounding pained, "I could always leave that for tomorrow I suppose..."

Sirius made a low growling sound in his throat at that. "You are on vacation as of now... No more work..." he announced. "I want you to put down your quill, and relax for the next two weeks. You need this as much as I do..." he said then pulled back, trying to stand up, and then take Severus with him.

Stubborn as a mule, was what most people called Severus, and they were right. He refused to budge, and would do to the point that Sirius would have to either drag him across the floor still holding onto the chair, or use other means to shift him. "Oh, who made you Headmaster?" he asked, with a wry half-grin, half-smirk.

Sirius paused, then with a lightening quick move, reached a hand forth, and cupped Severus' groin in his large palm. "I am Master of this head. That is all that matters." he said with a smirk, then began a firm, massaging motion. He rolled and caressed the bulges in his hand until he felt a response. Like that do you my beloved? he mentally smirked.

Despite himself, Severus lifted his hips slightly, pushing up into Sirius' warm touch eagerly. God, since when had he become such a hedonistic wanton? They said you had to sacrifice your dignity to sex, and he supposed this was part of the process too. Eyes half-closed, he nodded slightly. Hmmm, yes, yes I suppose I do... Though I do hope that isn't all you're going to do. Aren't House Heads responsible and the like? he replied, mentally thinking in as clear and honest and open a voice as he could forge.

Sirius chuckled, and moving like a large serpent, he slid down from Severus' lap to kneel before him. He removed his hand from Severus' groin and parted his robe covered thighs with his hands. He looked up at Severus from under his fringe, then back down as he slip robe up onto thighs, and then reached hands up to nimbly work the fastens on Severus' trousers. "Yes, I am the sort of Head of House that likes to see personally to the charges in my care. Wonder where I learned that?" he mused quietly, then once the pants were unfastened, he placed his hands on the waistband, and tugged downward, waiting for the lift of hip that would aid this task.

Grumpy and difficult the Potions Master might have been, an idiot, he wasn't. All the time, anyway. He moaned a little as he braced his hands on the armrests, reluctantly letting go his own charge, and being, for once, amenable. That done he was thoughtful enough- for whose comfort he didn't care- to start brushing Sirius' hair back out of his face, and not taking care to avoid brushing his face either in the process. "As long as you don't run off and start buggering your pet students, then I'm perfectly happy," he half-cooed, with a glint in his eyes that said he wasn't being all THAT sadistic. Or perhaps masochistic in this case.

Sirius nodded, and once the pants were jerked down, he continued to move them down until the trousers and undergarments were bunched around Snape's ankles, effectively hobbling him from any quick movements or escapes. "Oh... buggery.... I like that sport..." he grinned with a wiggle of eyebrows. "Perhaps I may have to try it someday soon." he said in a low growl, then lowered his head, and with a grip, and no preamble, set to task, slipping his mouth down over tense shaft while his hands went to work stroking and kneading.

It made it worse being back in the castle grounds, really, where too many things had happened. Part of the reason they had eventually decided against immediately moving in here, but on his weekly commute. That and the fact that he'd never get any work done because they'd be cramped in the nearest available stock room or bathroom or anywhere vaguely convenient if past experiences were anything to go by. The thought of surviving until his release date now suddenly seemed a hell of a lot harder to manage.

Speaking of, he was currently tensing his fingers into Sirius' shoulders, thumbs wriggling in under collarbones as he tried desperately to keep a tight hold on him and not shove himself in as deep as he could go, or cry anything out at all. Still it was on very forced breath that he could reply at all. "Perhaps... though I hear its something you need practice to perfect... possibly nnnnot going to be your forte..." he droned as best he could and tried not to let his mind betray him, which it seemed wont to do.

Sirius nodded slowly, humming a delicious tone as he moved his mouth up and down, fondled Severus' tensing balls with his hand, then suddenly took him down deep. He held himself there for a moment, letting Severus feel the sensation, then he began the rapid fellatio again, relentlessly. Once his mouth was making the flult length trip up and down, he moved hand hand down and between the cheeks of his beloved, and as he deep throated him again, teased the pucker he felt there, then thrust a long middle finger in slowly, taking care with the dry entry.

Severus' eyes were closed, savouring the feeling, not needing to see his lover right now- the pictures in his head were good enough, and if he needed any reminder of just what it looked like to be swallowed whole he could always open them again. But currently he was too busy-- what the... Alright, so he probably should have been expecting that, but he hadn't been. Long years of habit made his immediate reaction something akin to panic, but he opened his eyes and reaffirmed just where he was, and he forced himself to relax, as best he could, and could hear his own harsh breathing.

That wouldn't do in the slightest. He moaned a little, pushed back slightly with his hips to show he was willing, hoping he hadn't disturbed Sirius with his lapse in concentration. he decided his mouth was rather too empty right now, even if Sirius was makign sounds of his own, he felt the slightest bit silly now, but tried his best to ignore it, and to slip back where he had been only a few moments ago. Now that he came to think of it... yes... he could definately do this... yes, he could.

Sirius felt his lover tense at the intrusion, and he eased up slightly on the finger motions until he felt him relax again. No.... not going to hurt you.... Just going to make your come Severus.... Just going to make you scream and shoot a wad... Then... perhaps I shall do the buggering.... he mentally commented, talking dirty to his partner, wanting him to have no chance to resist. I will make you come, then I will roll you over and slowly slide myself into you until I fill you up.... he purred mentally, then went quiet on that front, even if he wasn't so as he fellated Severus eagerly, not taking this slowly at all.

If Severus had started relaxing before, he certainly wasn't now. He could have sworn that every single muscle in his body- even those in his ears, from the rining- had just decided to gang up against him and tense simultaneously. Which really wasn't fair. He made a little needy noise, unable to help himself rocking his hips more now, demanding more, and pulling hard down on Sirius' shoulders for leverage, noting how they seemed made for just such a situation- his mouth certainly was. He preferred it when it was occupied with such tasks as this than to when it was busy talking- especially seeing as anything that needed saying could be done via the Ouroboros...

And this was precisely the kind of thing he banned from the airwaves when he was working because he knew exactly what affect Sirius could have on him- an unfair power to wield at innapropriate times, but any other time? Very very welcome. He made as much known.

But two could play at that game. And believe it or not the usually reserved Potions Master could probably give some of even his dirtiest-minded students a run for his money and not be in the slightest bit embarassed. Though perhaps it was a reaction and not natural. Good... he purred, even sounding a little breathless when thinking. Because I want to coat your throat and make you struggle to breathe... And I want to hear you too... A hiss, and he stopped for a minute, too distracted to think.

Sirius made a soft gurgling sound just for effect, then redoubled his efforts. He nummed loudly, and then retreated with his finger, only to thrust deep again, and his other hand pawed almost painfully at the sac in his palm. Could there be rugh sex when it came to a blow job? Oh you bet. Let me taste you then you wicked old bastard, give me a shot to chase the Brandy with... he purred in Snape's mind. I can't wait to be done with you.... You will taste so good, you will FEEL so good. he mind growled. I am so hard now... you will feel that though my love.... Gonna let you feel it sooooon.... he promised darkly, then removing a hand from manipulating Severus' testicles, he gripped him by the shaft again, and began fisting his shaft while his mouth concentrated on the upper.

There was little Severus could do, trapped as he was, but complain or comply. And as much as his inner bastard wanted to fight tooth claw and nail, he was still far too wary to let him out. Last time he had it had not been fun for anyone concerned, and he was rather inclined to keep him locked up a little while longer. Plus, it was rather difficult to come up with a counter-strategy when so effectively surrounded and ambushed. He felt empty, despite the finger inside him- and he literally did not know which way to turn first, torn. Then hurry the hell up already, he complained- willing to let a lot go but definately not the right to complain upto and including the bitter end. he would probably die with a curse on his lips. Ssstop promising already, and deliver? I need to feel you now... Severus' thin hands clawed desperately at Sirius' shoulders as he bit down hard on his tongue- quite possibly drawing blood in his attempt to stiffle a cry down into a low, keening sound that couldn't be swallowed, which felt like it was being wrenched from his gut and his groin itself, and puled put with a wire coathanger.

That's it.... that's it Severus.... let me taste you. Make me shut up, make me be quiet for once, fill this mouth.... That's a good boy.... Gimme all you can... he coached, and sent other images as well. In case Severus ws not looking at the act going on, he sent him visuals in clear living color. Then as he felt him falling toward the edge. He fantasized in his own mind, Severus bent over the back of the chair and he behind, his hand on his slim hips thrusting madly into him until he lifted his feet from the ground with his savage rutting. NOW! You will come NOW! he commanded hard and fast into Severus' brain, and then took him deep again, pressing his face down into the mat of ebony hair, and taking him all the way down his gullet.

Severus had spent half his life in one institution or another, and even if he did despise authority and all the figureheads thereof, you didn't get through life without learning when to toe the line and when to simply put your head down and do as you were told. As if the wash of images Sirius was sending, along with the physical sensations wasn't enough, he used his voice. Mental voice, but still his voice. And Severus, though he damn himself to hell and back again, was bound to respond. His mouth was opened by a pleading cry- he was the one more shut up if anything, though- and he didn't even care at the minute whether or not Sirius' finger was inside him or not- his world was currently centred elsewhere. Physically as well as%09mentally a restrained person, he did the closest thing he did to thrashing, trying to push himself deeper in if at all possible, until he found it too damn painful and tried to drag himself back out of Sirius' mouth to escape, clawing at Sirius' back with his fingernails. Just shut up then and get the Hell put of my mind before you drive me insane... he managed to choke out amongst it all, eyes open, but looking inside rather than out.

Sirius felt the erratic movements by his partner, and would not let him escape, not this time. He let him pull back a bit, then forced him deep again. He swallowed, again and again, creating incredible suction upon Severus, and back presuring his ears as well, but he didn't care, he wanted him to surrender, to feel the loss of control for just a moment. Revenge? No. Just divine come uppance. He didn't reply to Severus with mental words, but instead sent more images of rough sweaty rutting between them. Cries, moans, clawing of hands on wet backs and digging into thrusting rounds. He stopped thrusting with his finger, and instead rotated it slowly by twisting his wrist around, probing, looking for that special spot to press. NOW.

Severus howled. Had he been anything in his right mind he would have hoped to god no one heard him make that sound- a half-strangled yell of pleasure and pain and he couldn't fight any more, literally ripped from his chest as he gave in all pretence of fighting, sobbing past a throat that felt raw (it probably wasn't, he was prone to exageration of his own afflictions, for what good it did him). His feet, he was vaguely aware, were scrabbling noisily but ineffectually, whilst his fingers were tangled up in a mass of black hair. It also felt like it went on forever, which was nowhere near true, but after he came, he wasn't much aware of time, concentrating more on breathing, and wrapping his legs and hands all about Sirius wherever he could, clinging on for dear life. God but he really hoped someone had thought to charm all the walls. Otherwise he doubted he'd ever look his students in the eye again.

Later, Sirius tossed his head back, and flung his long hair onto his back, gasping for air. His hands where clutched tightly to the hips beneath him as he thrust with wild abandon into the form of his partner. This.... is ssssooooo nice..... he growled into the mind of Severus, then leaned forward to bite down hard on the top of his right shoulder. It was a rare thing when he was permitted to take the upper position with Severus. It was a true treat when it happened, and was often as the result of just a shift in the power structures between them, or one of them was being punished, and the other rewarded. Sirius wasn't thinking of that right now however. His mind was lost in a Primal zone, and focused on a very specific region of his body and Severus'.
Severus' head was turned to one side. He did like his chairs, quite a lot, actually, but he'd rather not taste them or cover them in drool, when all was said and done. This was, he had to admit, not the most comfortable of positions to be in on the surface- but if everything was taken into consideration, then he was prepared to put up with the uncomfortableness of abusing his furniture so badly if it meant his partner would stay just where he was... oh well not stay; move, but definately not leave. He couldn't move much now (his legs were deciding whether they were more numb or weak from just being how they were or the sensory input, but that was another minor matter. He was making some quiet, low sound- almost not-quite present, like a slightly
Snape1000:%09detached thought not properly marshalled. His only real discomfort lay in the fact that he couldn't touch his lover, and could only lean back and press into any contact he was given, seeking more. I'm glad you... enjoy it... but please... Whatever he was asking for this time was cut off when he jumped, yelped, at being bitten.

Mine..... This time.... you are mine to toy with... came the feral mental growl. When in mid-coitus, Sirius was more beast than man. Unleashed, dangerous. He moved his hands from Severus' hips to slide his hands around the slimmer man's waist and hugged him tightly against him as he pulled him back away from his leaning position on the chair, and began a series of thrusts that lifted Severus to the balls of his feet with each forward motion. He was close, so close, and when he felt that sensation, saw the light on the horizon, a seeking hand slid over and found one of Severus' hands clutched for dear life to the chair. Sirius gripped it in his own, then moved it to grasp hold of Severus' leaking shaft. Take hold of it Severus, beat yourself off while I watch... he ordered in a low, growl. It wasn't a demand, but a subliminal command. Let me see you abuse your front while I have at your back my love....

Severus rarely gave in- he'd learned not to, when he saw what people would have him do- and he never ever let himself feel not reponsible for his own actions. It was just who he was. But when he did trust the other person (highly unusual, he was paranoid even for a Slytherin and even for an ex-Death Eater) when he did trust them, he would do as he was told. All too willingly. He was gasping for breath as Sirius rode him, trying hard not to make it difficult but just wanting to scratch the itch he couldn't reach himself and have Sirius as far in him as he possibly could. He struggled a little as his hand was prised from the chair, needing the grounding and the support, but he literally shivered from the base of his skull down to the base of his spine.

Whatever you ask... he purred, as close to meekly as he could- which was by far too smug, as he basked in the warmth- no, the heat of being wanted so badly. He held onto the chair with his other hand, for some kind of support, as he moved a far-too shaky hand and took hold of himself, and started to pump himself furiously- all finesse and decorum gone If Sirius wanted a show, this was the only kind he could provide right now. Do you like seeing me do this to myself? Do you like to see how much I need you? he asked, not even attempting to support himself properly, or to get any balance on his feet. Sirius would just have to do that for the pair of them right now. I want to feel you, feel how much you love me in every thrust... He was blinking slowly, his dark eyes dilated and looking even darker than usual, biting his bottom lip raw.

Yessss.... came the purred reply, the thrusts became harder now. Savage. Were they not bonded at they were it would look like back alley rape. I want to see you wank yourself raw. Spill yourself all over your hand, and feet. You are mine.... you are mine.... you are mine..... he chanted, a possessive mantra until he moved his hands back to Severus' hips, and dug in with both. Nails bit into the moist pale flesh, leaving crescent marks and traces of blood as he lifted his mouth from the first bite, then dove forward, biting down now on the nape of Severus' neck in a claiming mate bite. MINE! was the last tangible thought he telegraphed before the rhythm of his assault became irratic, and he drove himself up into Severus' very soul as he came with a savage growl. White light blinded him, and the world around him imploded.

Severus wasn't sure if his own reaction could have been said to have been caused by one particular trigger- but Sirius wasn't leaving him much space in his own mind to think- spilling over as the edges blurred and his mate's thoughts and feelings drowned him. It was like dominoes- topple the first and the rest were sure to follow. He did as Sirius told him, releasing his seed all over his hand and the back and seat of the chair just as Sirius' seed filled him.

Severus' head was tilted back, his spine completely slack and surrendered, throat bared. He wasn't sure who was moving the most, but then he was only half-able to tell one person from the other, unable to seperate himself into a single identity for the minute, his self giving way to them. His face and eyes were wet but he definately didn't know that, or that he was babbling like an idiot, mouth running away with his over-wrought brain and just mouthing the first thing that came to mind- literally a jumble of incomprehensible thoughts and words strung together on what was left of his breath. "OhgodOHgod yes yes I am.... please, hurts so much, can't leave wouldn't survive... Sirius..." his hand slipped from his spent shaft, trailing against the chair below, not attempting to hold any weight for the next- oh, century or so? That should do it probably. Maybe two to be on the safe side.

Sirius heard the stream of words coming from his mate, and he only partially was able to comprehend them. The emotion was easier to read, to feel and digest. He felt himself near to collapse, and a part of him in the back of his brain knew Severus had to be closer to it. He summoned the last of his strength, and using his larger upper half, pulled backwards, trusting his memory of the layout of the room, and staggered backward until his calves hit the side of the bed, and he fell back onto it, pulling the babbling Potion's Master with him. He grunted with the fall of the other body on him, then in a lightening fast move, rolled them both onto their sides. He was tightly curled up behind Severus, licking at his shoulder, and petting a hand soothingly over long damp black locks. Never leave.... I coudn't, I would die without you, I would kill myself were you to go. Don't go... don't ever leave me..... don't leave me with him, I want to be with you, only you forever.... he rambled his own mantra as he held Severus in death drip. Love and desperation at the thought of loss overwhelming him, and tearing him apart inside. Tears rolled down his cheeks and eventually he went still and silent, save for his shuddering breaths in Severus' hair.

Won't, came the silent promise, firm, decided. Unshakeably so. You're never getting rid of me now, he promised, and decided that was about as eloquent as he was up to being right now. And as much as he wanted to just lie and be covered for once, he couldn't, in all conscience, lie there like that with Sirius in the mood he was in. He wouldn't sleep, for a start. He was tired- drained and exhausted, but he wriggled in his confinement, seeking to loosen Sirius' grip- or at best to convince him to loosen it. He didn't have the strength or energy to fight free right now. Come here, he demanded, but not forcefully.

Sirius was still shaking and clutching tightly to Severus' form. He didn't want to let go, he was afraid to do so. He laid there, again in a near catatonic state, then something inside of him heard the command from his Master. Yes... I shall... he said, and slowly, very slowly, began to release his grip on Severus, now allowing him to breathe freely or move should he want to. He carefully crawled over Severus, and laid back down, facing him, and entertwined his legs with the other. One arm he rested under the side of his head for a pillow, and the other reached out, seeking Severus' to clutch desperately.

Severus extricated himself from the clinging form behind him with difficulty and both hands, even though it pained him to be seperate at all right now. When he was reasonably untangled and with his limbs more or less free (not an easy task) he rolled over and scooted across the matress as quickly as he could- a ridiculous-looking manoeuvre as his long arms and legs were already trying to find Sirius again and make as much contact as was physically possible. he realised after a minute that doing that purely instinctively lead to difficulties, and instead started trying to use a bit of common sense and event he laws of physics in his attempt to get lost in his mate, nuzzling his nose under Sirius' chin before he ghosted his lips over the other's, testing the waters, as it were.

Sirius was equally awkward as they both moved around and eventually again found each other. Sirius sniffled, and nuzzled his chin on the top of Severus' head, and made a soft, calming keening sound. When he felt the whisper soft touch of lips upon his, he sighed, and pressed back, rubbing nose to nose, and closing his eyes again. He sniffed inward several times, partially to clear his nose, partially to take in the heavy scent in the air. Him, Severus, mixed, bonded like the finest of potions either could create. His mind was slowly calming, his psyche as well, and he lipped at Severus' mouth, Yes, kiss me...

It took a while to get the two of them in anything like a comfortable position- elbows and knees got in the way- but eventually they stopped banging into one another, and settled, for the minute. Until the next time something disturbed them, Severus supposed. At least they were getting quicker at it- and it didn't take as long as it had inititally. One life-saver at least. Tangled up, tied in knots, aside from the one hand not pinned and trapped beneath one or the other of them, the one free to run fingers gently over and over the same spot somewhere on Sirius' back, just above his hip- Severus' mouth was the only other part of him free to move. Given permission he hadn't doubted, he slid his tongue past his own lips and teeth, and brushed them against Sirius', wanting to do the same with his. Seeing as you asked so nicely... he rumbled, breathing heavily- and a tad noisily, through his over-large nose.

Sirius accepted the kiss, and reciprocated it with starved aggression. It had only been a few days separation, but it had felt like years. Eons. Lifetimes. I am yours until my dying day Severus Snape. Please never doubt that, never stop knowing that. I would die before betraying you, or letting myself be taken by another. he vowed like a passionate pilgrim at prayer. He could say, or think no more at that point, so he just went silent, and continued to return the kiss, following Severus' lead.

And I yours, now shut up before you upset me, he chided mentally, but with little force. He couldn't pull his partner any closer, but he didn't need to. He was warm enough and smothered enough and all he wanted to concentrate on now was tasting Sirius- something he hadn't been able to do properly all night, and had left him hungry. Firmly, but slowly, he stroked his tongue against his lover's, before exploring the sides of his mouth and palate, a humming purr vibrating somewhere at his diaphragm. He was much too tired to be agressive right now.

%09Yes. He replied simply, then cleared his mind again. Just calm thoughts of contentment, warmth, love, and ..... I'm hungry.... he pondered, but continued to kiss Severus, but perhaps a bit more enthuiastically, as if he was edible.

You're always hungry,Severus complained, and rubbed their bellies together a little. Anyone would think I never fed you, or I'd slit your throat at some point. Honestly, it must be all that energy you use up talking incessantly... Common complaints, played out for the sake of continuity really. It never changed anything. The Slytherin continued a little while longer, before pulling back, and biting Sirius' bottom lip- holding it between his front teeth. His eyes were closed, but it wasn't necessary to see his face to read his mood.

Sirius sent back the equivilant of a mentl rolling of the eyes, then after chuckling and feeling his lip captured, sent mental images of steaming roast, mashed and gravy, sugared carrots, and warm mead. Hot buttered rolls, fruit pies, and bowls of fresh fruit. His stomach growled then. Shall we order in?

Well I'm not moving,Severus declared a little petulantly. If you're sure you can stand their cooking, fine. Whatever makes you happy. He nibbled a bit harder, then buried his face in the curve of Sirius neck, determined to be awkward if he wanted to get up any time in the not-too-distant future.

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