| Streetwalker |
[Jan. 14th, 2008|11:12 pm] |
Title: Streetwalker
Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sweetmelodykiss
Pairing: Sirius/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Category: Ficlet, AU, Sirius never went behind the veil.
Summary: Sirius has been cooped up far too long.
Word Count: 934
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Warnings: The title pretty much says it all.
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Payback
Sirius Black doesn’t usually pay for sex, but sometimes the urge is overwhelming. He’s been cooped up for almost three years, and now that the hell is finally over, Sirius has an itch to scratch. He really doesn’t mind paying every once in awhile. It makes him feel virtuous and superior. For the right amount of money, he can do anything he wants to the whore.
There’s not much to choose from under the lone streetlamp. Death Eaters slaughtered most of the whores during the war. The pickings are slim; one scrawny boy about thirteen, one old man about sixty and a man in black tattered robes. Sirius can’t see his face.
Sirius moves closer to get a better look. The hooked nose is the first thing that catches his attention. The long, greasy black hair is the second. “Well as I live and breathe, Snape,” Sirius whispers under his breath.
Snape raises his head and looks Sirius in the eyes. He looks like shite, but his eyes still burn with fury. “I’m very bad,” he drawls, and raises an arched eyebrow. “And I’m very, very good.” He licks his lips and quotes a price that’s so ridiculously high, Sirius scoffs, and when he objects, Snape says simply, “It’s all about quality; you get what you pay for.”
Sirius follows him to a sleazy room in the heart of Knockturn Alley. He can’t take his eyes off Snape and he wonders if the man even recognizes him. Snape is presumed dead. He’s been missing for months now. Surely, he must know who he is, but he shows no sign of recognition.
Snape strips off his robe and tosses it aside. His body is thin and pale, almost no meat left on his bones. Severus is wary at first, trying to sense what Sirius wants. It’s then that Sirius notices the hideous scar on the side of Snape’s neck, ’the fucking snake,’ Sirius thinks. Maybe the poison did something to his mind or maybe the trauma caused amnesia. Sirius has no idea, but he knows he can’t leave Snape to the streets. Harry would never forgive him.
Snape kneels in front of Sirius and opens his trousers. “Let’s see what you’re hiding in there,” he says and pulls Sirius’ cock out of his pants. “Oh, nice, very nice. I believe you could use this as a weapon.” But for a slightly deeper tone, the voice is still the same, sinful and decadent.
Snape breathes hot fire until Sirius' cock is taut as a bowstring. He mimes a hand job, barely touching the skin. Sirius reaches down to force him, but Snape slaps his hand away. He suckles Sirius’ balls, works his way backwards, under him, away from his dick and along the crack of his ass, where he bites a plump ass cheek hard enough to make Sirius jump.
He stands and propels Sirius to the bed with a hand to the base of his spine. He pulls his trousers all the way off and lies on top of Sirius with his cock in the crack of his ass.
“Is this what you want?”
“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius’ gasps, “fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he breathes in Sirius’ ear. A slow drool of saliva, like a long slow finger, drips between Sirius’ shoulder blades and Severus spreads it with his lips. Then he slides down Sirius’ back until more drool is deposited in his ass. His finger rides up inside Sirius and he props his hips up, reaching underneath him to fondle Sirius’ heavy sac.
“Do you like that?” Over and over, he repeats the question, until Sirius groans, “Of course I like it! Now would you fuck me, please?”
Snape turns him over, a smug smirk playing on his lips, but Sirius is done playing. He loops his ankles around thin hips and yanks Severus down on top of him. Snape pulls back, spreads Sirius cheeks, sliding his cock in smoothly and begins to fuck Sirius, angling his cock around to give himself more room, gripping Sirius’ knees for better leverage.
Snape fucks Sirius like a ram until Sirius’ neck is crooked and his head bangs a rhythmic beat against the headboard. When Sirius can stand it no longer--and it seems to go on for days and nights; stars burn and shoot off as Snape wraps his hand around Sirius’ cock and strokes in cadence to his deep grunts.
“I want you! I want you! I want you!” Sirius screams repeatedly until he explodes semen into his own chest and hair. Snape thrusts three more times, hard and fills Sirius’ ass with his hot seed. He collapses on top of Sirius, hearing a whispered, “Severus,” in his ear.
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Six moths later, Severus is busy preparing dinner for his lover. He still has no idea who he is, but he likes the way Sirius says the name he calls him, ’Severus.’ It has a certain ring to it.
After dinner, Sirius holds Severus on the sofa as they watch the flames crackle in the fireplace. Grimmauld Place seems a lot more like a home now. Severus is quite good at cooking, cleaning and even decorating. His mother doesn’t even scream at him anymore. Somehow, he’s managed to placate the old witch and Sirius wishes he knew the secret.
Severus stirs against his chest and sighs.
“What’s the matter, love? You’ve been too quiet this evening.”
“Someday,” he says in a determined tone,” I’ll pay you back for all you’ve given me.”
Sirius chuckles, “You already have, love. You already have.”
Finished
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