The Very Best of Frenemies

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"The Very Best of Frenemies"
Who: Severus & Sirius
When: 6th Year

No one commented on the state of one Severus Snape when he strode purposefully across the Common Room and rushed for the stairs.  He flung himself into his bed and charmed the curtains to close so that he could be even more alone than his own purposeful isolation gave him.  He could smell Sirius Black on his clothes and he fingers the bruise on his neck with purpose, pushing at it to relive the dull pain and kee it purple.  There was something really wrong about that.

No one bothered him all night.  Wearing his collar high the next day, Severus ignored the Marauders as he took his seat in Potions.  He even ignored the spitballs.  No need for detention.  He had mushrooms to cataloge after dinner.  Remus Lupin's higher voice hit his ears halfway through class:  "Paddy, don't even think about it.  He's not worth it."  Severus turned to glance over his shoulder.  His dark eyes met Sirius's.  And he turned back around again.  No hex.  Just a sneer.

Luckily, dinner came quickly after that and, notebook in hand, Severus left early to head out into the woods.

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"Trust you to write a page to yourself. Does it keep you warm at night?"

He replied, his eyes still cast to the twinkling stars. His eyes stilled for any other noises. God forbid Hagrid or someone else finds them out there.

His eyes flickered over at Snape at the question about Remus. He rolled his eyes at that. Because, really Snape? Are you that jealous that someone else might have Sirius's love?

"He said nothing, actually. His head was in a book most of the day" he replied. As he pushed off the tree and walked in a big circle around Snape.

"Don't tell me your seriously going to look at mushrooms all night?"

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Jealous? No. Sirius and his conquests happened to be exceptionally well known through out the school. Severus could name at least a dozen girls that Sirius had dated in their year alone. Someone evidently needed cover for their own desires. At lease Severus was serious about Lily Evans. And he did still love her.

But Sirius was dangerous. In so many ways. Severus likes that. And he didn't really care about gender. He never had. He just tended to hate people no matter what.

"What were you expected when I mentioned that I was going to study mushrooms, Black?"

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"Not this"

He said with a roll of his eyes before he folded his arms as he gazed at Snape for a moment or two. It's true, Sirius had dated a-lot of girls. But it had always been because he could'nt touch Moony. Like Remus was always just out of his reach. And it's not like he hadn't thought about others boys. It's just something he'd never gotten around to exploring before Snape. Sirius decided to change tactic on this. He gave a wicked smirk as he gently tapped his wand against his thigh.

"Tell me Sev. Did you wank off last night? Bet you thought that mark I left on you as you did.. The scratches as well. You were practically mewing for it last night"

Alright. That was a low blow.

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"No." Truth. Some people had a lot more discipline than others. "But now I know what you were doing last night."

For a moment, effortlessly black eyes pick at and settle on Sirius. Severus didn't look away, not right away. He wouldn't touch the noises be made. He just pretended that hadn't happened. Even if he could it, lips on his, hands on his hips--

He had to look away before he blushed. "Was it more about the fact that I bested you or that I left marks to prove it?"

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"What I was doing last night?" He said, with a raised eyebrow.He hadn't either.Dispute the ache from the lack of release after there heated make out session. He refused to let himself touch himself over that. Over Snape. He just felt dirty.

"Don't flatter yourself Sevy" He shot back as he leaned his back against the tree again. This time facing Sevy full on.

"Bested me? Might need to explain that one to me" He said, his said as his dark eyes watched some some indication of what he followed Severus here for. If he had been a fool, reading to much into something.

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"All you need to do is unbutton your shirt." The scars of the curse would linger, even when the blood was staunched, the wounds sealed, and the continued damage ended. Severus had a very, very viscous spell in his repertoire now.

It sounded like an invitation to Sirius to bare himself, and in a way, it was. Severus grunted and got to his feet, dropping the mushroom to stalk across to the other boy. His hands moved right to his shirt. And sure enough, once his buttons were undone, there they were. Scars. Severus traced one.

"Told you."

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His eyebrows raised at that. Undo his shirt huh? Because he could even react Snape was up and moving over towards him. His eyes followed Snape's hands as the undid his shirt. He took a small breath in as a wave of nervous hit him. None of which showed on his face of course. What was it about Gryffindor that made them foolishly brave?

He gently shivered as he felt that long finger tracing his scar. Which, hopefully would fade in time. For now, he just said it he cut himself on a tree branch after Remus's "night". Sirius's reached out his own hand to gently trace that evident mark on Snape's neck.

"I think I got you back pretty good. Don't you Severus?"

He said the name for the first time. Letting it drip from his lips almost at a whisper.

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"No." Oh, but hearing his name, said like that, absolutely thrilled him. He had to swallow. "Because I matched that too. Not some dark haired Ravenclaw girl."

Severus' breathing had changed. Shallow. Quick. And his eyes refused to leave those scars. They would eventually fade, but never completely. Sirius would always bear his marks. Always. That knowledge was more thrilling than anything else. More than that throaty way he said his name. More than the way his long, pale throat was touched.

He needed to see all the scars. Every cut. His fingers trembled as he sought them out. He was a ball of energy.

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"What did you honestly expect me to stay? That you did it? You don't want that anymore then I do"

He said softly, as Snape's fingers sort out those scars. Sirius gently let that shirt of his slide off his shoulders and left it fall to the forest ground. The scars mainly lined his chest. Some from Snape, others from times Remus got a little to close for comfort in his werewolf state. Those would never fade, but he hardly cared. He'd bee in wolf form when they happened. They never tell you that the cuts transfer over to your human state.

His dark eyes watched Snapes fingers silently. Where as Snape was a ball of energy. Sirius was the exact opposite. He was still, as if judging his moment to strike.

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"No, Merlin no. Not to others." No one would understand. "But you know." And that is what Severus wants. There's something just spectacularly wonderful about having most of those cuts be from him. He was always a bit sadistic though.

The other wounds -- and he touched one -- Severus frowned over. Sirius's family? Were they as cruel as his own father?

Severus took the final step closer, nose butting to Sirius's collarbone. He liked the way that he smelled, a bit like wet dirt. Something good and natural...and nothing at all like him.

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His mother actually. She was the kind of lady who tried to raise her kids to be muggle haters. By throwing them down the stairs. Calling them worthless. Or at least him. Reggie got away without it. His fingers gently hold Snapes as he touches a scar. A painfully time with a whip.

"Not that one..."

He said, his dark eyes shining as he he stared at the other boy. He gently let that hand go as Snape smelled him. And he let him. For the moment. Snape seemed to want to explore him first. And that was alright as far as Sirius cared. For now at least.

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Not that one. Severus was curious. His fingers lingered, but only just above that scar. Was it special? Severus had no outward signs of his father's violence. His mother tended all of it with magic and droughts.

Oh, his heart was going to beat right out of his chest, Severus was absolutely certain of that. He swallowed lightly and lifted his face to mouth against Sirius's throat.

He could mark him again.

"More for that mysterious Ravenclaw," he said out loud.

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Sirius's mother was far less caring. "Scars build character" she'd always said. Sirius had never been happier to leave that house in fourth year. Even if it meant Reggie would hate him for ever.

His eyes closed as the feel of Snape's mouth. His breath hot on his neck as Sirius tilted his head to expose more of his neck for the other boy. His own hands started to undo that damn green tie of Snapes.

"She certainly seems to like biting me. That's for sure"

He answered softly, a smirk plastered along his face.

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Severus smirked just before he sank his teeth into Sirius's throat and sucked the spot into a bruise. It. Was. Perfect. Severus's fingers tugged at Sirius's shirt, pinging buttons off onto the forest floor. He was a hormonal and needy teenager. Obviously he was meant to be a bit over excited at the thought of this.

The location was not ideal, but where else were they meant to go?

Severus drew his head back to look at the damp spot on Sirius's throat.

"I think you like 'her' biting you too."

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Sirius gasped at that bite, it was hot and deep. Hurt just enough that it felt perfect. His hands tangled in Severus shirt as he bit his lip from making any moaning sounds. Can't let Snape know how much THAT felt good.

Sirius smirked as he tilted his head down to meet eyes with Snape at his words.

"Sh. Tell noone" he said, teasingly just a tad as his own fingers finally got the last button of Snape's shirt undone. And he ran his hands over that perfectly white skin. That pale body shouldn't be so hot. So, forbidden to Sirius's touch.

"Harder" He said, tilting his neck again. Come on Snape. Don't be shy. Hurt him.

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Hurt him? Severus lived for that. The next bite was for all of the jelly legs jinxes Sirius cast on him when he was carrying books down the stairs. And after that? For calling him 'Snivellus.' Severus slipped his fingers into the hair at the back of Sirius's skull and held him closer. The next bite was close to the base of his throat, especially viscious, and meant to pay him back for the terror he had Severus feel as a child.

It stopped being just about Sirius after that. The same emotion that caused the tears yesterday was back in a new and far more dangerous form.

He scratched fingers down Sirius's beck, leaving islands of bruises in lines to his chest. Those were for James Potter, for Lily Evans. For the night of the werewolf attack. For his father. For Dumbledore protecting Lupin. For a mother that never really saw passed her lust for his dad.

Sirius wanted it harder. And Severus half tore him open.

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His eyes were closed the entire time. That bite felt good in ways it shouldn't. He could feel the pain shoot though him at the scratches, his hand tangled in Snape's hair giving it a tug or two as a low moan came out the base of this his throat.

His own fingers found one of Snape's nipples and pinched it between his fingers. Rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

That dark haired raven clawed girl was going to have a-lot to answer for in the morning. He could feel Snape's passion, his anger though every touch and scratch.

It felt amazing.

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A bare back against rough tree bark did nothing but aggravate Snape's early claw marks. He was the cat to Sirius's dog, just as feral, just as potentially ferocious. He was an alley cat. A stray. Unwanted and unneeded until he wanted nothing but to lash out, even when he was being touched gently or pleasurably.

Severus gasped against Sirius's skin as his nipple was plucked at and responded by hitting Sirius's in a surreal form of retaliation. He exhausted himself before too long, running too hot too quickly.

Panting, Severus rested against Sirius's bruised chest, loving the feel of hands in his hair. It was silky, despite appearances.

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That bare bark felt interesting, his eyes were clouded by lust as he tugged that hair back a little rougher then intended, so that his eyes met his. And they said it all. Filled with hate and lust. Confused and anger. Sirius flipped them around so that Snape was the one pressed up against the tree as he caught the other boys lips in a harsh kiss, biting hard down on his lower lip.

His hands untangled them from that surprisingly nice hair and ran down Snape's sides, his nails pressing into the other boy as he reached those school pants. There was no waiting this time. No chance for Snape to back out as he slid that hand down the front of Snape's pants and cupped him hard, squeezing that length with a smirk.

"Someones enjoying this" he purred as he felt Snape's length. Sirius was bigger. He noted happily.

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So Sirius ended up being stronger than him? Damn it. Severus had been thrilled to think that he could pin the other boy. He shifted back against the tree, delicate skin protected from the bark by his open shirt. His chest heaved as he gazed up into Sirius's eyes, not sure if be cared for that sparkle there. Confusion was starting to outweigh all other thoughts in his head at the moment, lips parting to tell the Gryffindor to knock it off when be felt that hand against him.

Severus immediately gasped and slipped one arm around Sirius's neck nit was not quite an embrace. It would never be, he could never feel anything for Sirius that wasn't mixed with annoyance, disgust, or anger. Even with his hand down his pants.

"Do you even know what to do with that?"

It wasn't a proper snark. Not with the quiet, kittenish sounds coming from parted lips.

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Sirius eye's always had a sparkle in them. After all, he enjoyed life. Lived for the thrill. And even having Snape up against a tree had a certain element of danger to it. He craved those scratches and bites but he craved more as well. Sirius's cock was starting to more of the logical thinking for him.

He rolled his eyes at that, but noted those interesting sounds coming from Snape's lips. He needed more of that. He needed Snape to admit that this felt good. That Sirius was the one to do it.

His hand quzickly undo those pants, so he could slid that warm hand into Snape's underwear and wrapped it around that cock. He almost enjoyed the way it felt in his hand. Hard and heavy. Eager. Every Snape would'nt admit to being. His thumb gently swiped over the head before he started to pump the other boy. His lips moving to gently suck on Snapes earlobe.

"More then you even know Severus"

He said his name again. This time it was dripping with lust and promises. Things he could do that would make Snapes eyes roll into the back of his head.

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Severus was halfway there all ready, wicked dog! He rolled his hips forward and lifted himself onto his toes as his other arm joined the first around Sirius's neck. The tongue on his ear, the fingers on his shaft, and the cool nighttime breeze of the forest was killing him. He was sure that he was dying. This had to be what it felt like. Severus gasped when Sirius found his rhythm. He was not able to stay still. He was not able to allow the other boy to win.

So, he bit back his next trembling moan and forced himself to stop clinging to Sirius so obviously. He gripped his shoulders instead, gyrating his hips so that he, not the Gryffindor, was giving him pleasure.

And then Sirius had to go and say his name. Severus almost lost it then and there.

"I really don't... Understand the hype. Y-You're not that good," he whispered, unconvincingly.

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Sirius is a wicked dog. After all. He's Sirius Black. He was almost disappointed when he felt the other moved his hands from his neck. He was enjoying the feel of the other boys closeness. More then he should no-doubt.

His eyes smirked at that challenge and his hand quickly moved away from that cock. To push Snape's pants down to his knees and he placed a hand on that moving hip. His nails cutting into Snape to force him to still. He raised his other hand to gently lick the head of his thumb before moving the wet finger down and simply ran it over that sensitive cockhead, again and again.

He was half-tempted to kneel down and take the other boy in his mouth, but, for all Sirius's bravo. He'd never done any of this before. Other then pleasuring himself. Girls were always there, boys he'd never gotten around to.

But he was confident enough he could fool people into anything.

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Severus threw his head back, bark sticking into his hair, tugging at it when he turned to the side. Sirius did things to him that no one should do. And now that his had his pants and trousers around his ankles, his arms caught up in his shirt, and the most debauched look on his face, denying Sirius what he wanted was impossible.

Severus was like snow, the darkness making it impossible to tell where his old, handmedown shirt ended and his skin began. He had a lithe body, rather shapeless really, with long legs and an elegant neck. Dark hair peeked out under his arms and around the root of his cock. There was nothing on his belly at all but smooth, white skin.

That trick with the thumb? Merlin, where had he learned that? Likely one of the many, many women he shagged. Severus was caught a bit off guard, panting like a cat in heat before he took hold of Sirius's head and pulled him down for a kiss.

It was gentle, not affectionate, but not biting either. "Aaahh," he hissed into Sirius's mouth. "Little faster."

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Snow. That was a good way to describe it. Sirius eye's ran over that body. There was just something about Snape. In that moment. His head against the tree. His lips parted in pleasure. That cock twitching in his hand. Sirius actually felt...No. He would'nt admit it. He would never admit it.

Of course, then that kiss threw him off. Gentle. That was something he hadn't come to expect from Snape. He did'nt reply. He just pressed his forehead against Snape's. His lips ghosting against the others as he did what he was asked. That thumb ran over that head faster as he his other hand gently dropped to Snape's balls. Rolling them between his fingers, gently tugging on them.