Snape/Sirius slash

Title: Meeting in the Howling Horntail

Author: Dina

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Severus catches Black spying on him in a pub. He doesn’t really mind.

A.N: I’d like to thank imkalena for the excellent beta- job. She practically had to re-write the whole thing.

Severus tried to focus on what Lucius was saying, but in the last few minutes their negotiations had deteriorated into Lucius boasting about his own power and importance. Severus’ interest was slipping fast.

Covertly, he glanced around the dim pub. This early, few people -- or, rather, creatures -- were in. Humans gathered here much later, when they arrived flush with the spoils of a night of thievery or pimping. Severus liked this place. It had been his home for the past six months; he rented a room abovestairs and it suited him. The bartender knew him well by now, and was much more friendly with the young Slytherin than with nightly customers.

The dull outline of a hooded figure caught his wandering attention. The man, if he were one, was nearly invisible in the shadows of the smoke-choked room. That much was not unusual here, but even so, whoever it was seemed unduly interested in Severus and Lucius. The mysterious figure leaned in the corner, heavy cloak drawn close, and though the hood shadowed the face beneath, by the tilt of the head it was obvious he was watching them.

"I must go. Narcissa is waiting."

His attention snapped back to Lucius when the older man stood up, and he said his goodbyes. Fortunately, Lucius was too self-centered to notice Severus' abstraction. While he needed the funds this job would bring, he also couldn't afford to anger the Dark Lord's lieutenant. Lucius and Narcissa, married now for three years, had not produced an heir . . . to the growing displeasure of the Lucius' father.

Narcissa, fearing scandal, refused to go to a mediwitch, so it was up to Severus to come up with an appropriate fertility potion. It didn’t promised to be an easy job, but he would be paid well.

Nodding to him, Lucius tossed a handful of coins on the table and left.

Severus turned back to their watcher, who obviously couldn’t decide whether to go after Malfoy or stay. When he realised Severus was studying him, he jerked his head away angrily, and stayed put.

But that little movement betrayed him. Severus had got used to it through the seven years they spent together. It was petulant gesture, that of a man who expected everything to go his way. Sirius Fucking Black’s gesture, in full sulk.

Severus dug his nails into his palms. What was that bastard doing here, of all places? Black was an auror, that much he knew. Did this mean Dumbledore still suspected him, and sent Black to keep watch? But no, this was not the old man's style -- not that Severus would put it past him, but Dumbledore would send someone more savvy than Black. Someone Severus wouldn't recognize the moment he set eyes upon him. So, perhaps the Ministry had sent Black. Or . . . the man could be here of his own accord.

With sudden determination he swept the money from the table, pocketing most of it. Lucius was used to much more expensive places, or simply wanted to highlight the difference in their respective situations. Stepping up to the bar, he crowded the cloaked man. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Gryffindor stiffen and study his drink with utmost concentration. Severus repressed a smirk.

"Hey, Theodulf," he called out to the bartender. "I've got the money. Give me another drink!"

"How did your date go with the blond?" asked the scruffy man as he set down a glass of vodka – real vodka, not the watered-down piss other customers got. Being on good terms with the owner of the place did have its perks.

"My date? You mean Lucius?" He snorted at the idea. "It was a business meeting."

"With a man like him? It’s a shame, I tell you. If I were younger, I'd seduce him myself."

"He is a Malfoy."

"Not just pretty, but rich, too, eh?"

"And he’s got a wife."

"So?"

"Not just any wife, Theodulf. Narcissa Black. I wouldn't care to get on her bad side."

Three hags entered the pub, each trying to outscreech the other two. Severus raised his voice to make sure Black could hear him over the din. "She is a true Black, make no mistake. The women of that family were always a powerful, even frightening, lot, while the men . . . " He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Better not to waste words on them."

The hooded figure next to him raised his head for the first time since Severus walked up to the bar. Even from behind fabric, the unseen glare scoured him. The Slytherin took a sip of his vodka to hide his grin.

Theodulf began polishing pint glasses with a rag, although why he did it was a mystery, as the rag he used was none too clean itself.

"You know," Severus continued, "I fancied a Black once." A choked sound issued from the cloak next to him. Theodulf, impassive as usual, gave no sign of surprise that his ordinarily silent lodger was suddenly talkative. "Regulus was his name." This time, a fine mist of whiskey sprayed over the bar, and a hand came up to wipe unseen lips. "But -- when I managed to get him into my bed, it was just . . . ugh."

Black slammed down his drink on the counter. Severus pretended not to notice.

"The problem with those old pureblood families," Theodulf offered, "they're too inbred. They can't get the job done." He nodded sagely and went back to rubbing filth on what had started as a fairly clean glass.

"As you say! This pathetic Black, for instance -- his prick was so tiny, a house-elf would feel proud." Severus held up his little finger, the other three folded under his thumb, as Theodulf nodded commiseratingly. "Frightening, really. And not only couldn't he do the job, he whinged like a Victorian virgin while being done! Mewling and complaining, begging me to stop . . . I thought he was going to burst into tears at any moment."

Black was now gripping the counter and visibly shaking. Severus felt he couldn’t have told a better tale if he had actually fucked Regulus. He waited for Theodulf to finish recounting a similar encounter with a Rookwood girl, then decided to serve up the final blow.

"Now that I think about it, his brother was such a bastard . . . I'll bet it was for the same reason. Shame and sexual frustration can drive a man mad."

The result was better than he'd hoped for. Black didn’t walk out of the pub, didn’t blow his supposed cover. He actually growled, a low warning like a dog ready to leap -- and then he did just that. He jumped at Severus, who couldn't duck a magnificent right hook. Stumbling back, nose gushing blood, he barely managed to catch the edge of the bar to steady himself, and Black was on him.

Severus heard hecklers screaming, "Fight, fight!" and knew Theodulf wouldn’t come between them. The customers wanted entertainment.

Severus groped for his wand and managed to pull it out, but he didn’t have time for a hex. Black’s fists were flying. He managed to duck just in time, and was rewarded with Black’s howl of pain. Solid oak bar, one -- Sirius Black's knuckles, zero. His satisfaction didn't last long, as the Gryffindor spun away and kicked without missing a beat, a booted foot square to his stomach. All air rushed from Severus’ lungs as he staggered backward, fell hard on his arse on the stone floor, and tried to scramble away like a crab. Another kick thumped his ribs and he sprawled onto his back.

"You sick, perverted, disgusting -- " Black started, but Severus took his opportunity, gasping, "Petrificus Totalus." Black’s arms froze against his body, and he too fell to the ground with a meaty thump.

Stumbling a bit, Severus got to his feet and wiped the blood of his face amidst the sporadic clapping. The audience’s attention soon shifted, as they realised the show was over.

"I think I will retire now, Theodulf," Severus leaned back against the counter and tried to catch his breath.

"Do that, Severus," said the barkeep. "Who is he, anyway?"

"Sirius Black."

"Oh. No wonder he wasn’t happy with you. Don’t leave him lying here in the middle of my establishment, though. Bad for my reputation."

Severus didn’t deign to answer that. He cast Mobilicorpus on his nemesis stiff body and levitated him out the street. Severus felt no sorrow when his control accidentally slipped and Black’s head bumped into the doorframe.

Outside The Howling Horntail, Knockturn Alley was quiet and dark. Severus saw figures moving in the shadows, but he paid them no mind, nor did they look too closely at his burden. He dropped Black in the trash-strewn alley behind the pub. Feeling generous -- once he left, the shadowy figures would be on a petrified man like maggots on a hunk of meat -- he released him from the hex.

"Finite Petrificus!"

The minute his muscles sprang back to life, Black was on his feet, stumbling, fists at the ready. Didn't the fool even carry a wand? Severus knew his opponent well enough to back away and point his own wand at him.

"I'll get you for this, Snivellus," Black growled.

"Shut up, Black, and be thankful I didn’t do you any permanent harm when I had the chance."

"Thankful? After you bragged with what you did to my brother in front of a dozen of people?"

"I didn’t do anything to him. It was fairly consensual," Severus smirked. As far as he knew, Regulus Black was completely heterosexual, and had never so much as glanced at Severus. But Black didn’t have to know that.

"You bloody poof…"

"I’m going to think you are jealous, Black, if you go on like this."

"No!" There was the denial, just a moment too late. Black's face turned red, colour so brilliant he could see the stain even in such murky light. "What would I be jealous of?"

"Of Regulus getting a man, while you can't. What’s the matter Black, didn’t Potter give you what you want?"

"James has a wife!"

"So he doesn’t have the time for you anymore?"

"Yes! No! I mean . . ."

Smirking, Severus lowered his wand. It seemed Black was too busy trying to swallow his own tongue to notice. Curious, he stepped up close to the Gryffindor, who -- probably from sheer stubbornness -- didn’t step back. Black was a half-head taller, but Severus still had his wand out, which gave him enough courage to be insolent within arm's length.

"Poor little Sirius Black . . . lusting after his best friend. Or do you just want someone to give it you like a man? Do you want to be fucked, Black? Are you desperate for it?"

"Fuck off, Snape!" Black shoved him roughly. "I’m not a queer, like . . ."

Severus didn’t give him the chance to finish the sentence. He leaned up and crushed his mouth against Black's. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, more like an assault; but Black didn’t protest. Instead of biting, kicking, or anything else Severus might have expected the arsehole to do, his antagonist's lips parted, softened. Oh, so . . . so it was true.

Shocked but willing to revise his tactics, Severus suddenly wanted to get it right, to prove he was good at this. He tilted his head until his nose wasn’t bumping Black’s, wove narrow fingers into that thick wavy hair, and thrust his tongue into the willing mouth. It was right, it was good, it was more than good -- it was fucking amazing. Black groaned, both of their mouths vibrating with it, and grabbed at Severus' arse, pulling their hips together. Oh, God, that was Black's . . . he was hard, so hard Severus could feel it through half a dozen layers of clothing. A rush of triumph seared through his veins.

With more effort than could possibly have been necessary, Severus pushed himself away. Though flushed and breathless himself, he managed to sneer at Black.

"Not queer, eh? Could have fooled me."

Black moved as if to hit him, but his shaking hand swung wildly with none of his usual grace. Severus easily evaded the blow.

"I’m not," Black said, slumping back against the Horntail's bricks. "It’s just … I’m just…"

"Desperate?"

"Yeah."

"Then I suggest you to go do something about it." Severus turned to leave, but Black caught his shoulder.

"Wait, Snape! You could . . . we could help each other out."

"What makes you think I need your help, Black?"

"You did say you weren’t fucking Malfoy . . . and I don’t imagine you’re getting much anyway, so . . ."

"So you stand in a filthy back alley and insult possible sex partners? No wonder you're desperate." He couldn’t say the idea wasn’t tempting. Handsome, popular Sirius Black, lord of all he surveyed, was begging Severus Snape -- well, at least asking him -- for sex. It was the fodder of late-night wanks in a silenced four-poster. It was also too good to be true.

"I’m not that stupid," He yanked out his arm of Black’s grasp.

"What?" It was Black who looked stupid now. If the man was having him on, his acting skills could earn him a living anywhere. He glanced down to the wood still visible in Black’s robes. Was he really only after a fuck? Paranoia and lust fought tooth and claw. Just to be safe, he should go, and go now. He should leave the man sweating in the alley; let the arsehole stew in his own hormones. But it had been months . . . Severus was more than ready. And hot and bothered was a damnably good look on Black.

Black, of course, couldn't wait for an answer. Heedless of his enemy's lifted wand, he closed the gap and kissed him. It was less awkward but just as arousing as the first one. He should have known a man so impulsive, determined, and excitable could pour all of his nature into a clash of tongues.

"I might be queer after all," Black gasped when he pulled his head back.

"I’ve got a room here," Severus heard himself saying.

The walk to the backdoor and up the stairs that led up to his room passed in a blur. Now that Black had changed sides, he seemed determined to act on it, and all but tore at Severus’ clothes.

When the door closed behind them, Severus was already sans robe and shoes. Black was shrugging out of his own tangle of clothing.

Severus was unbuttoning his own shirt when a modicum of sense returned to him. For all intents and purposes, Black was an Auror, and it would be folly to expose his Dark Mark.

Glancing up, he saw Black was already nude, and standing a bit self-consciously in a heap of clothing in the middle of the cramped room. Leaving his shirt and pants on, Severus pushed him back until they reached the bed, then knocked Black onto it.

Severus dropped to his knees. Looking up, he found Black wide-eyed and open-mouthed. When he caught the grey gaze, though, Black tried for nonchalance without any success. With a real smile of triumph, Severus lowered his head and licked the inside of Black’s thigh from the curve of his knee to the crease of his groin. He heard a gasp from above; the powerful thighs around him spread wider. He burrowed his long nose into the thick black pubic hair, inhaling the rich scent, but avoided what should have been his goal. Instead, he nuzzled the heavy balls, taking them in hand to fondle their soft weight.

Black was making incoherent demands, as much with his body as his mouth. It wasn't long before a hand slid into Severus' hair. Black didn’t seemed to mind the grease now, but Severus remembered the taunts well. It was time for a little payback. He ignored the scrabbling fingers and sucked, bit, and licked Black everywhere he could reach -- stomach, navel, thighs, balls. Everywhere but his cock.

"Damn you, Snape!" Black yelped. "Stop tormenting me, and do it already!"

"Do what, Black?" he asked, lifting his head.

"You know!" Then, when he didn’t move, "Suck me. Please."

Severus couldn't remember Black ever saying please before, certainly not to him. Maybe there was still hope for the prick. He wetted his lips nervously with the tip of his tongue and leaned down to touch them to Black's cockhead. He didn’t have much experience, but he was damned if he would show it.

The first -- and only -- time he had done it was back in sixth year, in the shadows behind Greenhouse Three with Titus Mulciber. It hadn’t been anything like this. Then, he'd managed only a few licks until the other boy cried out. Then that chickenshit Mulciber refused to reciprocate as promised. Furious, Severus was left with a hard cock and come dripping from his hair. It had taken two days for Mulciber's set of donkey ears to disappear.

Black had more stamina. He was sweating and moaning, but nowhere near coming. He might never have done it with a man, but Severus had heard the rumours about him and half of Hogwarts' girls.

Severus realized this would be the first time he really sucked a cock. Despite the tale he'd told, Black’s tool was anything but small. He settled for taking only the head into his mouth, a hand stroking the rest. Curling his fingers tight around the thick shaft, he started to suck.

It was a relief that Black seemed to enjoy it. He arched his back and Severus had to push him down, hands at his waist. Black let him take control and that, more than anything, excited Severus. That he finally had some kind of power over Sirius Black was unbelievable. Listening to Black's hiss of "Yes, yes," feeling Quidditch-honed muscles move under his hand as he gripped Black's thighs, tasting him made Severus hard as rock.

Still, even without sucking the whole thing, his jaw started to ache. His knees hurt. It was time to get what he wanted. Lifting his head for a minute, he saw the bottle of oil on the bedside table. He called it to hand with a word. Licking Black’s shaft again, he poured some into his palm. When he thrust one slippery finger halfway into Black, the Gryffindor almost leapt off the bed, the force of his thrust making Severus gag.

"What are you doing?" Black demanded.

"How were you thinking I was going to going to fuck you, just shove it right in? As much as I might enjoy that, I should think you wouldn't."

Black looked frightened, even a bit sick, at the thought.

"If you back out now, I'll kill you," Severus said flatly. Well, maybe he wouldn't kill the bastard . . . but at the very least, Sirius Fucking Black would be on his arse in the street with his hard dick waving at passers-by. He'd wish he were dead.

"Do you really have any idea what you're doing?"

"Of course I know what I'm doing." Severus replied, affronted. He had done it before, after all. All right, only once, but he'd had a cock up his arse at least three times. Maybe he wasn’t an expert, but he knew more about it than the so-brilliant Sirius Black.

Black didn’t look like he really wanted it anymore. Severus’ anger flared. "What’s the matter, Black, are you afraid? Don’t worry, little Sirius, big old Severus isn’t going to hurt you."

The taunting seemed to work. "All right Snape, let’s do this, but I warn you . . ."

"You mean you have a request to make?"

" . . . if you hurt me . . . yeah."

"Oh, I'll be careful."

Uncertainly, Black nodded, and turned over onto his stomach when Severus told him to. Shucking his pants and at last unbuttoning his shirt, Severus climbed onto the bed too, straddling Black’s legs. He started to stretch and relax him. It wasn’t easy; the Gryffindor was understandably nervous.

Severus was turned-on, but as much he wanted to just slam into the body under him, he couldn’t help but recall his own, less than perfect first time with a drunken Walden Macnair. He forced himself to take his time, and finally, finally the pained little noises Black was making turned into moans to pleasure. By the time three of his slippery fingers were sliding easily into Black, Severus thought he would explode with frustration.

"Right . . . I think you're ready . . . no, don’t tense up," Severus said as the muscles in Black’s back stiffened and the hole around his fingers tightened. Probably by sheer force of will, Black slowly relaxed, and Severus removed his fingers, immediately greasing up his cock. He pulled Black up by the hips so he was on all fours. Getting to his knees as well, Severus aimed his cock and slowly pushed in.

There was one horrifying moment when he thought he would come immediately. He panted, trying to calm down. Black was keening and trembling and his hole clenched around Severus' shaft so tightly he was afraid it would never come out.

Trying to get hold of himself, he slowly pushed himself completely in. He clutched at the sweaty hips and risked a thrust. Black gasped but didn’t protest. Slowly, Severus picked up rhythm. When he first -- mostly by accident -- managed to hit Black’s prostate, he was rewarded with a pleased shout. Black’s arms shook. He hung his head, starting to push back against the invading cock.

Soon Severus was fucking his long-time nemesis with all his might. Random thoughts flashed through his head. Knowing Black was finally where he was supposed to be. Wanting to mark the smooth flesh of the beautiful, long back. Asking Black what Potter would say if he could see them now. None stayed long in his mind, pure physical joy chasing them away.

He moaned when he came, his hips moving in quick, irregular thrusts. He collapsed, his head between Black’s sweaty shoulder blades, only returning to reality when he heard Black’s displeased grumbling. He took hold of Black’s still hard prick then, moving his hips, not pulling out though his own cock was now over-sensitive. It took only a few strokes and Black came too, spraying the bed with his seed.

The strength left Black then, and they both tumbled to the bed. Severus rolled away, onto his back, determined not to drift away on the sleepy pleasure. The two men were hardly lovers, and he didn't underestimate the power -- or the possible anger -- of the man beside him. It wouldn't do to drop his guard now.

Despite his best efforts, in minutes he was surprised fully awake. Black was leaning over him, examining his face. He looked curious, not angry. In the dim light of the waxing moon that fell through the room's one window, his handsome features softened, a vulnerable face that Severus had never seen.

"What is it?"

"I should go."

"Yes, probably." Watching Black get dressed, he decided it couldn't hurt to ask why he'd been in the pub in the first place. Black didn’t seem to know how to answer that. "Were you spying on me?"

"Well," Black said, looking pointedly at Severus' shirt-clad arm, "you are deemed a suspicious person by the Ministry."

"Am I?" asked Severus, not knowing if he should reach for his wand.

"Oh, most certainly! I, for one, think you should be watched more closely in the future."

"Do you? Tell me, Black, will you volunteer for the job?" Was he was reading too much into Black’s words?

"I can’t let anyone else close to such a . . . dangerous man." Black stared at him with a smile that almost looked hopeful, and before he could stop himself, Severus smiled back.

"Right then. Goodbye, Snape."

"Goodbye, Black."

When he was finally alone, Severus fished out a pack of cigarettes from his bedside table, and lit one up. His bones felt soft, like he might not be able to stand. He'd never been so completely satisfied, but he was deep in thought as he watched the smoke curl away.

"If nothing else," he told the glowing ember at the end of his fag, "this will prove interesting."

FIN