"One dark and stormy night..."
0111.08 by Nytshaed ©2001 Chaoticworks.com This piece may NOT be reposted, published or printed without the express WRITTEN permission of the Author. Sirius Black and Severus Snape belong to JKR, and I am just borrowing them for some abuse. No profit is made from this work.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black and Severus Snape
Rated NC-17 for Slash (Male/male) sexual content.
Void where prohibited, while supplies last, carpe noctum.
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Severus Snape sighed as he turned the water off in the shower, he let his head hang down, feeling the water run off of his body and down into the drain. He was lost in thought, for once not thinking of the torment and haranguing he got at the hands of Potter and his gang of malcontents.

The hot water had served to wash away the grime and stress of another day. Damn his complexion! No matter how often he showered, he still looked like a grease ball... When his feet started to go numb and tingle, he stood up straight, and shook them out before leaving the shower to dry off and get dressed.

The showers were empty save for him this late hour of the night. He preferred it this way. Solitude was more welcome than friends, it never judged you, or pointed out your faults. Even his Slytherin contemporaries, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were a bunch of easily led unimaginative gits. A sly smile crossed his youthful face as he finished dressing into his robes, and paused to look at his reflection in the steamed mirror. A wipe of his hand and the uttering of a charm. "Impervious," cleared the condensation for good, so he could look as long as he liked.

He was not an unattractive young man. Nearly filled out at 17, but he could tell he would never have a muscular form like James or Sirius. As much as he hated to admit it, both were fine male specimens. Suddenly, he blushed, then felt anger follow the heat in his cheeks. He was NOT going to admire them like the rest of the sheep at this school. That, was something Severus Snape would EVER do.

Collecting his things, he slipped into his sandals, and left the showers.

Not feeling tired, despite the end of the study day and week, Severus dropped his clothing off in his dorm, slipped out of the mirror guarding Slytherin House, and stepped apprehensively out into the cold and darkened hallway. Most people here thought grim old Severus NEVER broke the rules. That was simply not correct. Unlike the self proclaimed Marauders, he never bragged about it, or got caught. It DID intrigue him how they got around like they did, but again, he pushed them from his mind and slipped through the darkness on his midnight stroll toward the towers of the school.

It took him less than fifteen minutes to reach the topmost of the towers. He had been coming here for a couple of years now, ever since he started taking Astronomy. He wound his way up the circular staircase to the trapdoor, then out he went onto the roof of the tower. The night air was brisk and was a start contrast to the soft warmth of the castle itself. He looked up, clouds were blowing in from the coast, and every now and then obliterated the view of the gibbous moon.

Severus shivered, but only for a second. He wrapped his arms around himself, and strolled to the edge of the parapet. He looked over the edge. The hard ground was some 13 stories down, and a sure death if he fell. He never thought about suicide, but just how a body would react to that sort of impact. As he stood there, he inhaled deeply, and an alien smell reached his nose. He inhaled again, and just as he started to turn, a voice from behind him in the dark spoke.

"Jump, do us all a favor..." came the taunting words.

Severus recognized the scent, and the voice immediately. Pot, and Sirius Black. A cruel smile crossed Severus' face as he turned, and first spotted the ember glowing in the dark not 10 feet behind him. The more he stared into the dark, the more detail he could see, and the crouched form of his main tormentor came into view.

"After you... of course." Severus smirked, folding his hands behind his back, and strolling towards Sirius. Severus flickered his gaze from right to left, wondering where the rest of the gang was. Sirius unfolded his long legs, and leaned his arms on the tops of his knees as he pulled on the hand rolled cigarette again. Perhaps it would only be one on one this go round. These odds suited him just fine, no witnesses.

"Imagine the trouble you would get into if I was to report you Mr. Black..." Severus cooed in his best oily voice. He stopped just short of Black, leaving a comfortable distance between himself and the other student.

Sirius' expression never changed from the cocky smirk, and he replied, "Sure, explain to them how you found ME on the tower roof while YOU were out of your dorm as well." he taunted.

Severus' expression remained unchanged as well, cool and unrattled. Sirius had a point, but he wasn't going to let him know he was worried by that. "True, but considering you are up here after hours, AND smoking God-knows-what I would say you are by far the more criminal offender."

Sirius rose to his feet, holding the burning joint down at his side as he stepped up close to the Slytherin Fifth year, so close that their noses almost touched. He said nothing else, but just stared deeply into Severus' dark eyes. The seconds seemed to become hours as the stare-down continued. "If you are going to do something Snape, do it." Sirius growled in a low voice at last.

A cruel smile twisted up the corner of Snape's mouth and he drew his wand.

As if anticipating this, and moving faster than Severus would have expected, Sirius had grabbed Snape's left wrist, and brought it around behind him, pressing it against his back, then shoving him forward to the waist high battlement of the tower. Snape hissed and spat useless curses at the sudden physical attack. He winced as Sirius continued to twist his arm painfully until the wand dropped to the stone below with a soft clattering of wood. Sirius's other arm was gripped around Snape's waist, holding him fast.

"Let... go... of .. me... you ... Mudblood... thug!" Snape hissed between angry pants as Sirius continued to hold him down. The sensation of being held down by this malcontent, and pressed to the wall with his body was infuriating. Veins in Snape's temples throbbed, and he twisted this way and that trying to free himself. Sirius only held on tighter, his laughter soft, near Snape's right ear.

"Struggling are you? What are you afraid of Severus?" he whispered tauntingly, still holding his prisoner tightly. "Certainly not you!" Snape spat back, still trying to break the painful grip he was being held in. He was so mad his vision blurred and heat radiated throughout his body. He was imagining a hundred ways he would curse this boy and ruin his life when his thoughts were shattered by a strange sensation. Sirius had leaned forward further still, pressing Severus tighter against the side of the edging wall and the hard tension grinding into his backside was unmistakable. Severus opened his mouth to utter another slew of curses, but his mind blanked at that sudden and unexpected sensation.

He felt a shot of heat drop from his flushed fast and settle in his own groin. "Sirius..." is all he managed to growl out when THAT was choked off by the feeling of Sirius' mouth near his right ear. He was sniffing, inhaling. "You smell nice Snape..." he said in a low growl, pressing in until the tip of his cold nose touched the damp warmth of Severus' neck. "Do you know I have an extremely keen sense of smell." he continued and again as Severus prepared to issue a scathing retort, his mind was seared blank again. A hot wet sensation was touching the side of his neck, and before he knew it a moan had escaped his lips as Sirius slowly traced his tongue up and down the skin above Snape's jugular vein. "I can smell fear, I can smell.... sex..." Sirius purred almost inaudibly.

Sirius thrust his hips forward again, pressing the hardness under his robes into the cleft of Snape's backside, and let a growl escape as the lick became a soft bite. Snape moaned again, and struggled again against the tight hold. Sirius dropped his hand from clutching Snape's waist, and descending south, he felt around until he found Snape's groin and his own tensing erection. A chuckle rumbled deep in his throat as he let loose of Snape's numb left arm, letting it fall uselessly to his side. Sirius then grabbed him around the waist with that arm now, and the right hand slithered in the front opening of the robes, jerked boxers aside and gripped the tense, moist shaft he found there.

A stifled cry emerged from Snape's lips, and his hips hitched forward as the other boy began jerking his fist along Severus' length. "Like that do you, my greasy one?" Sirius muttered in the other boy's ear before gnawing on the side of his captive's neck. Severus nodded blindly, his eyes closed, denying all that was happening, and what he was feeling. Sirius thrust his hips forward again, letting Snape feel his own painfully hard erection, and Severus had to place both hands on the low wall in front of him for balance.

Sirius continued to dry hump him slowly while his hand slipped up and down Snape's shaft. Snape's hips moved back and forth with Sirius's strokes. Severus' pre cum was flowing easily and providing slick lubrication for the masturbation. "Sirius.... please..." he whispered, barely audible, and unable to finish the sentence and half hearted protest. Sirius growled, his gentle nipping now a mating bite as his left hand left Severus' waist and drew back to open and knock aside his own robes. Being sans underwear made this an easier task, and once his own cock was freed to the night air, he used both hands to flip up the back of Snape's robes onto his back, exposing his lower half.

Severus moaned as the strange hand left his cock, and his hips continued to thrust, humping at the empty air. His right hand circled his cock, and he began pumping madly, so close to finishing what the hated Gryffindor had started. He felt his underwear being jerked down around his knees, and Sirius's hands on his bare hips as he thrust forward, driving his cock between Severus' thighs. Both boys let out deep moans, and Severus closed his legs tightly together as Sirius began to thrust between them, his cock roughly thrusting under Severus' tight ball sac. Snape's head lolled back limply onto Sirius's shoulder as Sirius gripped his hips for better leverage and began thrusting back and forth with animal abandon.

Snape's hand flew up and down the length of his shaft, now slick with the clear fluid seeping forth as he moaned softly. "Sirius... have you ever?" he panted out, unable to finish the sentence or thought again.

Sirius was panting near his ear, then bit down on Snape's collar bone, growling before speaking between pants, "Do you want it?" he hissed. "Do you want me like that?" he panted, then paused in his biting to shake his long shaggy hair out of his eyes.

Snape could only nod quickly, his head falling forward now, his face tensing as he continued to stroke himself. Sirius' voice in his ear seemed so far away and distant, "Have you done this before?" he panted. Severus again nodded silently, and with a quick pull backwards of his hips, Sirius withdrew from the slickness of Snape's thighs, and leaning forward slightly used his hands to pull the Slytherin's thighs apart, wide. Severus tried to slow his masturbation, he wanted to wait, but he was so close. Again he moaned his enemies name, and was rewarded with a pair of spit slicked fingers slipping down the crevice of his ass and then, penetration. Severus cried out as Sirius' long fingers pushed into him, and probed around eagerly.

Sirius rotated his wrist, around and around loosening Snape's hole while the boy fought to keep from blowing his load all over the side of the wall. "Sirius..." he moaned softly, tears streaming down his face, and seconds later, he felt the fingers leave him, heard Sirius mutter something that sounded like "Lubricus", then he felt it.

Severus gasped, and gripped his own cock tightly, hand stroking up and down it furiously as he felt the hot slickened bulb of Sirius's cockhead pressing into him. "Breathe...." Sirius growled into his ear, and as Severus inhaled and started to let out a shuddering breath, Sirius thrust.

"Oh! Oh God! God!" Severus cried out as the head of Sirius's cock popped inside of him, and the boy thrust again, forcing more of his thickness inside of him. "Sirius! God! Oh God! It hurts.... It hurts..." he moaned. Sirius's reply was to slowly withdraw, and thrust again, driving himself deeper into the tight channel. "Ah yes.... So good... so good..." he moaned near Snape's ear.

Sweat ran down Severus' temples, mingled with tears as he felt Sirius withdraw and thrust again until this time his cock penetrated fully and his tense balls slapped his backside. "Yes.... yes..." Sirius moaned as he gripped Snape around the waist with his left arm and his right covered Snape's hand and began jerking him off furiously as he pumped himself in and out of Severus' ass.

Severus gasped with each of Sirius' deep thrusts, the pain from his split asshole radiating down his legs and to his feet. He refocused, concentrating on the hand covering his, pumping his cock madly. "Cum Severus!" Sirius growled in his ear as he rodeo fucked him. "Cum!" He commanded, "I wanna feel you cum!" he commanded the boy as he continued his savage thrusts, his moist groin slapping against Snape's ass over and over, making wet sounds in the near silent darkness.

"Uh..... Oh.... Sirius..." Snape moaned, one hand on the wall the other gripped to his cock under Sirius' fist until with a final dying moan of surrender, he bucked his hips forward and his cum spurted forth over Sirius' hand and splattered on the wall in front of them "God.... Oh God..." he moaned aloud, lost in the delicious bliss of the orgasm. Sirius growled near his ear, and pumped madly in and out of the Slytherin's clenching ass. The sensation of Severus tightening up with his own climax drove him over the edge, and gripping the other boy's hips with long fingernails, his hips spasmed, and he pumped his load into Severus. Sirius bucked so hard with his final thrusts, he lifted Severus onto his toes with each of the last of his thrusts. "Yes..... take it.... Yes.... God! Yes!" he muttered near Snape's ear until he was spent, and his thrusts slowed.

Sirius leaned his head forward, resting it between Severus' shoulder blades as he panted wildly, heart pounding his his ears. For long moments they stood that way until unfortunately, reality returned. Sirius leaned back, pulling out of Severus' body, causing the Slytherin to wince with pain anew. Sirius staggered back, hand on his soaked forehead, and brushed his long hair back out of his eyes as he leaned against the stairwell wall. "Wow..." he panted, looking up at the shrouded stars overhead, sides still heaving.

When he looked down a moment later, Severus was staring at him, a cold, cruel sneer fixed on his face, and his wand aimed at Sirius's heart. "Enjoyed it did you?" he sneered, "Well, pity you won't remember any of this," he hissed, then before Sirius could react he spoke, "Stupdefy!"

Sirius dropped to the roof of the castle in a dark heap. Severus' mouth twisted up into a cruel smile, and he aimed the wand again, "Obliviate!" he commanded, and Sirius' mind lost the last hour that had passed. Turning with a swish of his robes, Severus Snape began to depart. He paused, and then bending over retrieved something from the ground, a smoldering end of a hand rolled cigarette. He sniffed at it, then placing it between his lips he looked skyward as he strolled off, leaving the unconscious Gryffindor behind on the roof, "Tut tut, looks like rain..."