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The pristine, silent room felt like a mockery. The air still hummed with the ghost of Severus’s curses and the powerful magic of Sirius’s repairs. Severus sat on the floor, his back against the sofa, the aftershocks of rage leaving him cold and hollow. He lifted his head, his black eyes burning with a pain that had nowhere left to go.
“What,” he began, his voice scraped raw from screaming, “did you imagine would happen? That I would simply… thank you? That I would look around this… this cage and preen with gratitude?”
Sirius, sitting on the sofa, watched him apprehensively. “I knew you’d be angry and would try to leave. I prepared for it.”
“By involving your friends?” Severus’s voice rose, cracking. “By making me a… a project for your little group? Potter! Lupin!” He spat the names. “And Lily? What did you tell her? That the pathetic little Death Eater recruit needed to be saved from himself? That you were doing a public service?”
“I told them the truth,” Sirius said, his voice even, devoid of its earlier teasing. “That you were brilliant, and lost, and about to make a choice that would destroy you. That the man I… that I care for was going to walk into a den of blood purists who’d sooner slit their wrists than appreciate him. James and Remus are my brothers. They help me, even when they think I’m wrong. Especially then.”
“And Evans?” Severus pressed on, her face watching his frozen body carried by Sirius like a brand in his mind.
Sirius’s expression softened, but his jaw clenched at having to talk about Sev’s first love. “Lily loves James. And she has a good heart. She sees the world in right and wrong. She thinks this is wrong, but she also thinks what you were about to do was worse. She agreed to help keep you alive, because James asked her to. For you, Sev. Even she, who you’ve hurt, doesn’t want you marked or dead.”
The logic was insidious. It painted him as a wayward child, a communal problem for the noble Gryffindors to solve. It stripped him of all agency, all dignity.
“So this is my life now,” Severus said, the fury condensing into a hard, cold lump in his throat. “Your prisoner. Stuck in your little house with no agency, no choice, nothing. For my own good?”
“It’s a life,” Sirius corrected, leaning forward, a hard glint in his eye. “A safe one. A long one. With a lab, books, and peace. You’ll never have to kneel to anyone here. Unless you want to, of course” He finishes with a smirk, the innuendo so out of place in the middle of this discussion that sev wants to punch him.
The cold fury crystallized into a single, sharp point. He pushed himself up from the floor. He walked over to where Sirius sat, looking up at him with those patient, grey, understanding eyes.
He looked at him for a long moment, Sirius looking right back. Then, with all the energy he had left, Sev slapped him.
The crack echoed in the perfect room. Sirius’s head snapped to the side, his luscious hair ruffled. He slowly turned it back, a red handprint blooming on his cheek. He didn’t look angry. He looked… bored. As if he’d been expecting this final.
Severus stood over him, his hand stinging, his breath coming fast.
The second slap never landed. As Severus’s hand flew toward the other cheek, Sirius moved, hand shooting up and catching Severus’s wrist in a vice-like grip. In the same fluid motion, he yanked, throwing Severus off balance, and pulled him down, hard, into his lap.
Severus yelped, a sound of pure shock, and immediately began to struggle. He writhed, sharp elbows flying, curses spitting from his lips. “Let go of me, you animal! Petrificus—!”
Sirius’s other arm banded around his chest, pinning Severus’s arms to his sides, disrupting the wand movement. He was stronger, broader, and fueled by a manic, possessive certainty Severus couldn’t match in his exhausted state.
“Shhh, shhh, Sev,” Sirius murmured into the shell of his ear, his breath hot. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Severus’s neck, inhaling deeply as Severus thrashed. “Gods, I’ve missed you. I haven’t touched you in two months. I was going mad.”
“Release me!”
“No.” The word was simple, absolute. The audacity to be refused so thoughtlessly made Sev’s blood curdle, renewing his futile efforts to get out.
Sirius’s voice dropped to a low, fervent rumble against Severus’s skin, even as he struggled. “You’re here now. I can finally… I can take care of you. Properly. All our fantasies…” He tightened his hold, one hand splaying possessively over Severus’s writhing stomach, stopping his movements. “I can fatten you up, Sev. Merlin knows you need more meat on these bones of yours. What’dya think? Ill make you sit on my lap and feed you till you’re full. Until you’re soft and sated and too full to move, and then ill fuck you right there, on my lap, and you’ll be moaning and writhing and begg-”
“I will starve myself.” Severus was rigid, revulsion warring with a traitorous, shameful shiver at the intimacy, the vividness of the image.
Sirius chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of them. “Then I’ll brew nutrient potions. I’ll force-feed you broth. We have time. All the time in the world.” His hand moved, stroking up Severus’s side, over the threadbare wool of his old school jumper. “Fuck, these…these rags. I’m burning them the first chance I get. I’ll clothe you in velvet so soft you’’ drown in it. Silks from Paris. Cashmere so soft you’ll never wanna take it off. Or…” His voice grew thicker, more intent at Sev’s look of disgust at the idea. “You can wear my clothes, my jumpers that hang off your bony little body”
Severus felt it then, unmistakable and pressing against him through their clothes. He froze entirely, a hot flush of humiliation staining his pale cheeks. He pointedly stared at the opposite wall, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
“I will wear nothing you give me,” he hissed, forcing ice into his voice. “I will rebel in every way you can imagine and-”
Sirius groaned, a sound of pure, dark delight, and rocked up against him once, deliberately, making Sev straighten his back, body rigid. “Then walk around naked. I don’t mind. Easier access for me so-”
“Ill never fuck you. I'll never touch you. I'll never let you touch me so get your filthy hands off of me” Severus seethes venomously, finally turning his head to look sirius straight into those mopey, love struck eyes.
Sirius grinned then, his hand going from Sev's hip to the tent in his pants, forcing a hiss out of Sev as he wrapped his big hands around the cock poking through.
“Seems you do want me touching you sev” Sirius teases, and sev can hear the smile in the bastard's voice as his hand palms at sev’s cock though the worn fabric of his pants.
“Siriu-” Severus tries to protest, but ends in a moan at Sirius’s movements speeding up. “Sirius let-ngh….go” Sev tries again, but Sirius just keeps up the maddening movements on his cock, precum wetting the front of his pants and further adding to Sev's humiliation at being unable to say no to Sirius and his whims.
“What was that, sev? I cant hear you over all your moaning” Sirius taunts, other hand beneath sev’s shirt, tracing over his nipples as Sev writhes. “Severus, I wish you could see yourself, rutting like a bitch in heat. Fuck you’re so hot, cant wait to fuck that tight hole of yours. Bet it’s even tighter now, yeah, cause you didn’t fuck anyone else, yeah? No, no you’d never. Not after you’ve had me, not after i ruined you for anyone else”
Severus Snape gives up on his protests after that, getting lost in the movements rather than the vulgar words Sirius likes to say during sex, hands clawing at Sirius’s forearms as he writhes and moans and shakes his way through the maddening movements on his cock. Sev groans, writhes, is steadied back onto Sirius' lap and moans again and again, nearly at the satisfying peak he can never find without Sirius, and just as he's about to fall, about to cum right in his pants like a virgin, the movements stop.
Sev makes a whimpered sound at first, confused, before his throat releases a sound more animal than human, ordering Sirius to continue.
Sirius just smirks, mouth nipping at Sev's neck, body hot and chest rumbling as Sev tries to futilely push Sirius hand back onto his cock, rutting against it over and over and not receiving the stimulation he needs. Finally, he sags in Sirius arms, tears in his eyes as he growls out
“Why did you stop?”
“You told me not to touch you, remember?” Sirius smiles his perfectly straight teeth, and all Sev wants to do is to punch him in his beautiful face if he wasn't exhausted from the energy it took to reach his peak. “But….if you want me to keep touching you, why don’t you beg, hmm?”
“Youre fucking disgusting” Sev stares straight ahead, his cock still throbbing painfully hard. He goes to cup it himself, but Sirius is right there, holding both of his smaller hands in one large palm, the other wrapped around Sev's waist.
“Nuh uh, you know you're not allowed to do that. Now go on, beg.” Sirius grins, still nipping at sev’s neck. Fuck, he needs his mouth on Sev’s soon, or he might just forget all about the begging and go straight to the fucking. The only thing stopping him is the utter satisfaction he’ll get at being shown Sev wants this as much as he does, wants sirius as much as sirius wants severus, even if it is just physically. I might have a praise kink , Sirius thinks distinctively, waiting for Sev to speak.
“P…..please can you keep touching me” Severus murmurs, face splotchy red, hair hiding his eyes. No, just a snape kink, he thinks again, manoeuvring Snape's body into a straddling potion facing Sirius.
“Couldn’t hear you, wanna repeat that?” He teases again, head tilted down to watch Snape form the words, say them out loud, to see the reaction on that beautiful face.
“....touch me…” Snape murmurs even quieter, so Sirius pulls him closer by the hips, their cocks rubbing as he pushes Snapes hair back to look in his beautiful eyes.
“Thats a command, Snape, not much of a beg. One last chance” Sirius teases again, and this time it seems to really infuriate severus because his face becomes all red and his body shakes as he screams out “Fucking touch me. Touch me and make me cum. Please!”.
“Whatever you want, beautiful” Sirius whispers conspirationally, before picking up a yelping severus and moving him down the hall and into the master suite, their bedroom for the foreseeable future.
He places him on the bed, gently, and stands back to take in the view of severus snape in his bedroom, on his bed, begging to be ravished. Fuck, he can’t ignore his own aching cock for much longer.
“I told you to touch me, not stare at me. Do the one thing you're good at, Black” Severus says, still painfully hard and now painfully embarrassed at Sirius’s blatant staring.
“Call me Sirius first” Comes the response, typical of Black.
“Sirius, come and touch me. Now” Sev grits out, hands clenching at the bedsheets because he knows touching himself would make Sirius cross. Thankfully, Sirius crosses the room then, pushing apart Sev’s legs to make room for himself. Sev lets him, needing the friction that comes with their cocks touching each other, even though the clothes. He ruts then, into Sirius’s core, but Sirius laughs cruelly before pushing Sev's rutting hips down, pinning him to the bed even as he curses at him.
“What do you want, sev? Want me to fuck you or suck you off, hm?” Sirius asks, prolonging Sev's aching need and forcing him to do what he has so little experience in: choosing what he wants.
“You choose” Comes the typical response, but Sirius takes pride in having taught Sev to voice his wants enough to say “touch me”, and now needs to hear just a little more, for his own fantasy more than anything.
“Come on sev.you were ordering me just a little while ago. Give another order, go on. ‘Suck my dick’, sirius, or ‘Fuck me, please sirius’, go on” he urges, rolling his hips onto Sevs to remind him of both of their needs.
“Fuck me” Severus says quickly, because its the laziest option and means he won’t have to reciprocate. He's in no mood to suck Sirius’s dick, not today at least, and even if Sirius tells him not to, he’ll fist himself over Sev’s mouth or butt and just waiting for him to cum will have Sev burying his head in shame.
“Please, sirius” he adds, when Sirius looks at him expectantly. He’s beyond feeling shame for his begging, now at the very least, and he's rewarded for it with a kiss.
Fuck, it’s the first kiss they’ve shared in over two months, and it feels fucking amazing. The movements of plush, smooth lips against dry, thin one is enough to have both men groaning, but Sirius’s insistent tongue prodding into Severus’s mouth feels even better. The hot, wet movements of the two tongues sliding against one another makes little sounds that have Severus's face burning and Sirius grinning in delight. That’s all they do for a while, just kissing, breathing in each other's air, savouring the moment before Severus has had enough and ruts up against Sirius again, pushing him away to breathe.
“So eager, severus, have some patience” he teases, but he's throwing his shirt away to reveal hard muscles and soft skin. He unbuckles his belt too, but keeps his pants on. “Take it off” he orders, palming himself as he waits for severus to remove his clothes.
Severus is insecure, incredibly so. He’s made of jagged bone and dry skin and no meat, no muscle, nothing worth looking at. Sirius on the other hand, is all lean muscle, all broad shoulders, beautiful aristocratic face, unblemished skin and more. Just being there, in the same room as Sirius black is enough to give Severus whimlash, nevermind the fact that Sirius wants to duck him, nevermind the fact that Sirius looks at him as if in ... .love?
He takes his jacket off, then quickly his shirt, tilting his head forward to hide his thin shoulders and hopefully more behind his hair. It doesn't work, of course, and Sirius can see his thin body, the non-existent meat on his bones and his caved in stomach.
“You’re so fucking hot” Sirius says, eyes heated as it roves over severus’s body, making Severus blush even though he believes it to be lies. “Take off the rest.”
He orders again, and Sev doesn't listen this time, jutting out his chin as he says “You first”
Sirius listens, takes off his pants and underwear, standing naked and unabashed, cock in hand, smirk on his face as he now waits for Sev to take off his pants.
“Fuck” Sev mutters, avoiding looking at the weapon in Sirius’s hand before quickly taking off the rest of his clothes and sitting there, naked on the bed, waiting for Sirius to come to him. It pisses him off.
“Do you have a voyeur kink or something? When are you gonna come here?” He lashes out, and that finally gets Sirius moving.
Chuckling as he kisses and nips at Sev’s neck, one hand on Sev's hole, he answers.
“Not a voyeur, no, though I wouldn't mind if you put on a show” He teases, to which Severus responds by wrapping his hand around Sirius cock and squeezing as hard as he can.
“Fuck!” Sirius shouts, gripping severu’s arm and yanking them both above his head.
“Im being gentle here, Sev, don’t make me fuck into your hole dry and unprepped” He warns, eyes dark and face blank before letting his arms go and taking out his wand.
Sev stays silent as he does, scared even now of Black the bully, the marauder, Severus’s tormentor in school. He flinches when Black takes out his wand, but he knows it's not to hex him. Sirius hasn't hexed him even when Severus deserved it, even when-
His thoughts go silent when he feels the cleaning charm wash over his hole, and then he hisses at the lubrication charm filling him with slippery material. Black casts one last spell, and his own fingers now have a generous amount of clear, viscous jelly, before he turns his attention back to severus.
“As i was saying” Black begins, one finger pushing at Sevs clenched hole “I dont think i have a voyer kink, but-” he pushes the finger in, slowly, even as sev clenches around it, gritting his teeth “Relax sev, this’ll feel good soon. No, no voyeur kink but I do think I'm a possessive dog. Just seeing you here, naked on my bed, in my house, after having just-” He twists the finger, making Sev shout “begged for me? Oh sev, you don’t know the things you and that cruel little mouth of yours do to me”
He places another finger there, slowly pushing it in as Sev writhes and hisses and swears, ignoring all of it as he continues to speak “I think I might have a snape kink, y’know. Fuck, youre so tight.” He pushes the finger in fully, now pushing both back and forth into Snape as he keeps talking. “Yeah, back in school, even when you were a thin kid with limp hair and those ragged clothes, I couldn't help looking at you. You were so fucking thin, Merlin, you still are. So thin and in need of food, made me wanna scoop you up, feed you full and fuck you senseless. Fuck, your tight little hole could use my big cock, hm?” Sev clenches at that, the vulgar language, and Sirius lets out a boisterous laugh as he adds a third finger, slower than the rest, and begins mouthing at Sev's neck as he continues to speak again “you liked that, hm? Wanting to be fucked senseless on my cock? I wanted you against the dining table first, just cause feeding you first is what I wanted, but against the front door, maybe the back gardens, on the sofa, better yet, your little potions lab? Yeah, ill fuck you in all those places, put my cock in every little hole of yours until my cum’s-””
“Enough, enough, please” Severus finally finds his voice, usually keeping quiet besides the moans ripped out of him, but unable to take Sirius's vulgar language any longer. He's gripping a pillow to stop himself from touching his dick, body tilted to the left as he takes Sirius’s eager fingers thrusting in and out of him. His dick is rock hard, leaking precum onto Severus's stomach and the bedsheets, severu’s own body red all over.
Sirius leans down again, and bites into sev’s neck, marking it with a ring of his teethmarks before soothing the pain and hiss away with licks and kisses.
“Oh, sev, are you feeling shy?” he teases, sucking a bruise into Sev's neck. When he doesn't answer, he bites Sev's neck again, getting a shout as a response
“Fuck! that hurts…” Sev groans out, stopping his nonsensical groaning to form some real words.
“Sorry, sorry, i just need to, fuck i need to mark you so bad. This’ll help tho, yeah?” He says, before finding Sev’s prostate and rubbing it just as he bites into Sev's chest.
Severus arches his back, toes curling and body spasming as he cums, his body throbbing from the after effects of the orgasm. He looks so good like this, thinks Sirius, as he looks from severus hickey and bite covered neck, to the cum pooling on his stomach, his still twitching cock and down, to his opened and inviting hole. He looks exhausted, ravaged, and all he needs is some cum dripping from his hole to complete the look.
He removes his fingers, letting Sev rest for now as he palms himself to the picture in front of him, before leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“fuck” Snape hisses, still sensitive from the orgasm
“Let me suck on these while you rest, yeah?” Sirius murmurs, taking the other nipple in hand as he twists and squeezes it.
“I can’t exactly rest with you-ugh- squee..squeezing my nipples” he manages to say, to which sirius bites right onto the soft flesh of his left chest, making Snape cry out and push his head away, face read.
“Sorry, sorry” he says, not sorry at all “i thought you said your nips weren't sensitive” he excuses, going back to sucking on the right one this time
“They weren’t…then. It-it hurts now so-stop” Snape manages to get out, hands tugging at sirius hair, pushing him away even as he moans at the sensation.
“Fuck, youre telling me i made your nips sensitive? There's another sensation for you, sev. You're welcome” he evades the order, not moving as he sucks as many hickeys as he can onto Sev's soft chest
“Thats not-you didnt-it just–just get off” Sev finally pushes him away, flustered and Sirius goes with a laugh, settling between Sev's legs again. His cock is half hard, but Sirius will make sure he has another 2 orgasms by the end of the night.
“Youre the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, sev” Sirius says, parting Sevs thighs wide and placing a pillow beneath his hips, and when Sev reminds him of his previous taunts of how ugly and thin sev was back in their school days, Sirius ignores him
“Ive been dreaming of this cunt for months, fucking months” He murmurs, aligning himself with Sevs hole. “Cant wait a second longer” he finishes, lowering himself to kiss into Sev's mouth as he slowly, slowly pushes in.
Severus gasps, writhing at the stretching pain but Sirius holds him down, drinks all of his moans and shakes with the exertion of holding himself back. He pushes until he’s halfway in, then stops, kissing into Sev’s gasping mouth, his throat, his neck, waiting for him to recover. When he’s deemed enough time has passed, which probably wasn't long considering Sirius is still inside of Sev’s walls, feeling it pulse and throb and suck his cock in, he pushes in further.
The sounds coming from Sevs mouth would be enough to have a lesser man coming then and there, but Sirius wants to break in the bed, wants to fuck Sev senseless so he waits again, waits with his cock deep in Sevs ass, mouth on his tits, sucking and licking, waiting for him to recover so he can finally, finally fuck him.
“You okay?” he asks, mouth still wrapped around one of Sev's pink nipples.
“..hm…….” he makes a non committal sound, still trying to regulate his breathing through the pain
“I'm gonna move now, yeah?” Sirius says again, lifting his head to look at Sev and his reactions.
“Just do it” he grits out, seeing the far too fond look on Sirius’s face.
Sirius moves, slowly thrusting in and out, in and out, sighing as he feels Severus’ hole sucking him in, eager for his cock. “Fuck sev, you’re so tight. You're sucking me in, greedy little minx. Fuck” he sighs, shaking still with the exertion of maintaining the slow thrusts for Sev’s sake.
Sev, after feeling Sirius' large cock pushing into his hole felt nothing but pain, and a fullness deep in his body, before a slow acclimation took place - a result of Sirius and his slow thrusts. Slowly, slowly, hisses and swears turned into hitched breaths and moans of pleasure, pain morphing into a hybrid of pain and pleasure until only pleasure remained.
“Enjoying yourself?” Sirius calls out, pulling Sev from his thoughts to the person before him. His hair was mussed, sweat beads on his forehead a result of patience rather than exertion and the smirk on his face was so infuriating sev wanted to slap him. He pulled him down for a kiss instead.
“Hold on to me” Sirius orders, reassembling sev’s body once again. Sev does as he’s asked, too full and fucked to protest like usual.
“Im gonna fuck you now, yeah?” he asks, but he begins before Severous can answer. Slow thrusts turn into pounds, Sirius hips pistoning into Severus's as he chokes on his own hiccuped moans, unable to get even a full word out as he's filled and emptied, filled and emptied, over and over again. The pace is bruising, burning but it feels so, so good. His cock is rock hard, dripping more precum onto his already sticky stomach. Distinctly, he can hear moaning.
He looks down and watches as Sirius's girthy cock moves in and out of him, creating a bulge low in his stomach. Severus wants to vomit, seeing that monstrous thing so deep inside him. Sirius, watching Severus in rapt attention, smirks at where his eyes landed. He slows his pace, grinding his hips inside severus in a new, delicious way as he grabs onto one of Sev's loose arms from around his shoulder and brings it down.
“Fuck Sev, you see that? Youre so fucking thin, my cocks drilling a hole in your stomach. Feel it, sev” he groans, putting his and Sev’s hands onto the slow moving bulge. The moment Sev’s hands touch the monstrous thing inside him, he shouts, wrapping his hands tight around Sirius's to avoid looking at that thing. He faintly hears laughing, before he cant hear anything but the pulsing in his own veins as Sirius doubles his efforts, his thrusts more focused, his hands more bruising, his body burning until he cums again. Sirius doesn’t stop there, not even as his prostate is too bruised by the thrusts, not even as Sev is overstimulated, pushing at him to get off, to get his dick out of him. Sirius just keeps thrusting, mouthing apologies into his neck as Sev cries and then, painfully, he wraps a hand around Sev's cock. Sev cums again, immediately, and finally Sirius follows after him.
Sirius pushes himself off of Severus's limp body, rolling onto the side so as to not crush sev under all his muscles. He takes a moment to look at Sev again, the pale, skinny body lying limp, spent and sated on his bed. Fuck, he looks ravished. Ruined. By me, Sirius thinks, satisfied. Now, not only is his neck and chest filled with red bites and hickeys, but there's cum dripping down from his stomach and, when Sirius gets up to inspect the damage, there's cum dripping out of his hole too.
If only he could get pregnant, Sirius thinks, grabbing his want to perform a few cleaning spells on himself. He could never leave me then. I wouldn't be able to, stuffed full of my seed and carrying my baby. He smiles at the thought, putting a blanket over Sev's body before going into the bathroom. But then Sev would hate me forever, and I can't stand that, he thinks again. No, I should court him first, give him the real Black courting experience, and once we're settled and married, I'll bring it up. Yeah, he’d look good, waddling around, our baby in his stomach. My perfect Sev with a perfect baby in our perfect lives. As soon as Sev stops hating me, that is. He thinks at last, creating a bath and going back into the bedroom, gently picking up Sev and carrying him to the bath.
Sev stirs in his arms, awoken by the jostling most likely, and makes this cute, awning little sound that has Sirius chuckling.
“Go back to sleep. I'm just gonna clean you then we can both rest, hm?” When Sev doesn’t answer, Sirius takes it as his cue to quickly clean all the sweat, grime and cum off him and his partner's body before bundling him up in a soft towel, carrying him back into the bedroom, and falling asleep with the love of his life in his arms.