Disclaimer: They are JK Rowling's people. Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black Sequel to "Poison", "Hunger" and "Trapped", which can be found at http://www.geocities.com/ratwoman2001/potter.html Archive: Thin Line; anyone else ask first Severus' and Sirius' POV take turns in this. Summary: One room, two men, Veritaserum Unrestrained By Ratwoman ratwoman02@yahoo.de SS: How did it come to this? Me, Black, one room, and Dumbledore trying to convince us to take Veritaserum and allow us to be locked into one room for a few hours. I shouldn't have attacked Black at the last meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. I mean, I shouldn't have hexed him. He shouldn't have looked at me like that. I know he was trying to provoke me, to remind me with his constant glares of his nightly visit a few weeks ago. Albus seems to genuinely believe that it's a good idea to lock us in and force us to talk about our differences. Even Black knows better, telling him that he better chain us to opposite walls if he wants us to still be alive later. Albus does that away with an offhanded: "Don't be ridiculous, Sirius!" * SB: Dumbledore must have lost his sanity; no one in his right mind would leave the two of us in one room. I'm certainly not the first one to question Dumbledore's sanity. I hate Snape, I really do. I hate him for making me so obsessed with him. At the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix I could hardly concentrate on anything besides him. I tried not to stare at him; I really did. I was not successful, and Snape noticed, jumping up, shouting "Stop staring at me!" and threw a hex at me that sew together my eyelids. At least that's a reversible one, but the panic and pain I felt was overwhelming. Yet, somehow, I love it when he does things like that, when he shows the passion deep inside. I always felt the need to crack his cold facade and look what's inside. * SS: "Give me your wands!" Albus says. Sirius does so without protest; like a good dog should do. The thought almost makes me smile. Almost. I'm too worried that without my wand I have no defences left. "Severus," Albus says impatiently. Fine, give me to him, leave me vulnerable and defenceless, who cares? I know that's not what Albus is intending to do, but I feel like I'm delivered to Black on a silver plate. Like a snake whose fangs have been drawn before been given to the dog for play. Without a word I give Dumbledore my wand. "Now, the Veritaserum," he orders. I sigh and pull the flask out of my pocket. What things are there that could be solved by talking to Sirius? Why he tried to kill me? Why he tried to rape me? I don't think there would be any difference if I knew why. I take the few drops necessary and watch Black doing the same. "Wish you luck," Albus says, leaves and locks the door behind us. I'm alone with Black now. * SB: For a long while we just stare at each other. It's nerve- racking. I feel this urges, cravings running through my body; this desire to possess him, to make him mine, to shutter his facade. I shiver and look away, trying to think about questions I always wanted him to answer: "Why do you hate me?" My voice sounds hoarse. Standing at the opposite wall, he raises his eye-brow in that perfectly calm, Snape-like manner: "Isn't the Shrieking Shack and your recent visit reason enough?" I wonder whether he is trained in giving elusive answers even under the Veritaserum. "You hated me before. Tell me each single reason you have." I don't know what's so funny about it, but he laughs. "Where shall I start?" he snickers, then words seem to flow out of him: "You had it all. Friends, good looks, a family that send you owls each week. Why did you and your goddamn friends need to make my life miserable?" There are cracks in his cold facade now. I watch with fascination how they widen. "Worst was, you could get away with everything. If I was caught pulling half of the so-called pranks you did..." I notice that I slowly step closer to him when he looks at me with irritation. I can see that he does not want to tell me more, but the Veritaserum is very strong. "What really ails me about you is the power you have over me. Albus would not mind if you killed me now..." Does he really believe that? "... but..." he retreats further, his masks are falling. He looks scared, vulnerable. I love him that way! "but worst is..." his voice is a mere whisper, "that you have the power to take all control from me. My composure, my mask." My prick hardens at his admission and I force myself to take a few steps back. He knows that I have that power over him... I so want to use it. * SS: Damn, I have just given one more weapon to Black: my fears, my need for self-control, and the knowledge that he can shatter this control any second. I search my mind for questions that could provide me with weapons against him, but my Slytherin cunning fails me this time. "Why did you want to kill me?" I ask lamely. "You confused me." he says. If I didn't know better I would believe he is joking. "That's all?" "That pretty much sums it up." he replies. "Then, tell me in detail, how I confused you enough that you tried to murder me?" "You were hiding," he says, looking into the air at scenes only he can see, "all my friends were open, friendly, outgoing, but you were hiding behind your cold facade. Except, that I could make it crumble at times. That fascinated me, and I spend hours watching you. I wanted to see behind that facade. Then I couldn't think of anything else but you and that... scared me." That's more interesting and quite far away from anything I expected. "Why did you want to rape me?" I ask. His head snaps to look at me, he is back in the here and now, but his eyes seem slightly deranged. "I wanted to stop thinking about you." I blink. Honestly I don't understand his 'logic'. However he goes on, slowly stepping closer. And closer. "I wanted to watch that facade of you shatter again, I wanted to break it open and see what's inside." I retreat until my back is against the wall. Trapped. He is only inches away from me now, whispering: "I wanted to dig out the raw, pure Severus Snape, the face you only show to me." He must be insane. I wish I had my wand. * SB: I'm glad he does not have his wand. Snape's face is full of hatred, horror and disgust. I'm sure he would hex me into next week if he could. I shiver as pictures of the things I could do to him flare through my mind. As in his rooms, he could fight back, but to no avail. His next question pulls me out of these thoughts: "Why did you stop?" Why I stopped raping him? "I don't want to be a rapist." I say and step back. "And I saw the fire in your eyes dying." "What?" he looks at me as if I was crazy. "It's as if there were matches in your eyes," I hear myself saying. "They flare up whenever you look at me." He is obviously convinced that I have lost my mind. Anyway, it's my turn to ask questions: "What did you think when I ... attacked you in your rooms?" Severus laughs. It's a strange sound, devoid of any mirth. "Be careful with what you wish for, it might come true." Is that supposed to be an answer? He must be trained! "Would you please elaborate on that?" I ask. Oh, I must have hit on something! He flinches, looks to the floor, trying to hide his face behind his hair. Gorgeous. * SS: If I tell Black now, he has any excuse he needs to bring to an end what he started a few weeks ago. Of course I have no choice; I cannot stop myself from answering his questions. I never understood why people, both Death Eaters and Aurors, resort to torture when they can use Veritaserum. The results are much saver. But I'm just trying to distract myself so that I don't have to listen to my own answer. "... always found you alluring, though I despise you. So I escaped into these fantasies." "What kind of fantasies?" he asks merciless. "Rape fantasies." I whisper and gaze to the floor. I don't dare to face Black now, to see his mocking smile. "You had fantasies about me raping you before I" he hesitates, "...came to your quarters." What a nice way to circumscribe his attack! "Yes!" I hiss, feeling myself blushing in shame. "Oh," he only says. I carefully look up. He does not look mocking or superior, just surprised. * SB: Well, it looks as if I totally messed it up, doesn't it? I probably could have had him if I just asked nicely. Maybe not everything is lost? "Do you still feel attracted to me?" He glares at me, eyes glowing with rage. "Yess!" he hisses. If I was in my dog form I'd wag my tail. "Would you like to ... erm, have consensual sex with me?" "Yes," he says. I can see that he struggles inwardly against every word torn from him. How I love that Veritaserum. "But we can't do that!" He was not without reason known as the most stubborn boy of our year. I sigh and ask: "Why not?" He sinks to the floor, back against the wall. "I'm scared." I crouch down in front of him, gazing at his troubled face. "Scared of what?" "Of losing control." he says, "you always make me lose my control; I hate you for that!" "I hate the monster you make of me!" I hear myself reply. He looks up, thoughtfully. * SS: I hope Albus will soon come and open the door. Save me from Black and from myself. Black is crouching in front of me, gazing intensely at me, curious and hungry. I'm scared and tempted. "What would be so terrible if you lost control?" he asks, pushing his raven hair out of his face with a strong hand. I close my eyes and tell him; tell him how I grew up. My parents both held self-control above everything; and I was punished for each time my temper took over; not by beatings of course, rather by being locked into the cellar to make me think about the trouble my temper brought me in. Years later I protested against my education by taking part in Death Eaters massacres; I let out all my long-repressed rage. The results were utter destruction, I was known in the circle as Death Incarnate. At night I still can hear my victims scream. I never want to be that again. "I hate the monster I become when I lose control." I conclude. * SB: Whew, that's quite a lot to swallow. Shouldn't I despise him for the crimes he admits to have committed? Well, I can't really, he grew up much different to me. What apologies do I have for the things I do? He revealed a lot about himself. Against his will, but I feel I should reveal something in return. I sit down beside him, leaning against the wall, and start telling him where I come from. I grew up in a large family; two sisters, three brothers. There was no control in my childhood; I spent most of the time with my siblings running through the woods, climbing trees. I made friends naturally, with the Muggle children in the village, with the wizard children at Hogwarts. I always was used to having people around me. I'm not used to people anymore; the isolated years in Azkaban depraved me of that. I see that I hardly know anymore how to behave in public. Guess that makes me more similar to Snape. He is looking at me with curiosity. "I didn't ask you a question," he says, "so why did you tell me?" I shrug and say: "I thought it was only fair." He smirks, mockingly: "Typical Gryffindor righteousness." After a few seconds he asks: "Where is your family now?" "My sisters, my parents and two of my brothers died in the war against Voldemort." I answer, feeling a slight hurt at the memory. "They were all killed in one stroke. I met my younger brother recently, the one who's still alive. He's going to support us." * SS: I'm glad he told me about his past in return to mine; it makes me feel less exposed. He's sitting close to me on the floor; too close, too tempting, too repelling. How can he be both tempting and repelling at the same time? I'm thinking about asking him questions about Azkaban, but I'm not in the mood for cruelty. I wonder whether he is, as he raises his hand and passes his fingers through my hair, brushing my cheek. I'm torn, torn between the urge to slap his hand away and to just lean back and enjoy his touch. * SB: Snape is looking suspiciously at me when I touch him. Can't blame him; all he ever got from me is pain. I've seen more of his hidden depth today than ever before; it was enough to satiate my thirst for cracking him open. I'm not in the mood for being violent to him anymore, and I hope he can see this. I push his hair out of his face, tempted to tell him that there exists something called shampoo. I better keep my mouth shut if I want to succeed in seducing him. Or rather, use my mouth for something else than talking. I lean closer, kissing his jaw line up to his ear. I like his taste. * SS: I feel his lips on my jaw. What's he doing? (Stupid question, really.) What shall I do? Fight back or let it happen? What will he do if I fight back? Well, he still must be under Veritaserum, I can just ask him. "What if I tell you to stop?" "Then I'll stop," he whispers, before tonguing my ear. How can his tongue in my ear feel so good? He's slightly biting my earlobe now, then asks: "Do you want me to stop?" "No," I answer. How I hate Veritaserum! His skilful lips travel down my neck, while his hands open the buttons of my robes. My pride tells me to stop him. My groin tells me something else. As he opens my robes and slips his hands inside, moving his fingers over my skin, desire flames up wherever he touches me. I might as well let go. * SB: Suddenly he reciprocates; his fingers grip my robes, hastily tearing them open. He pulls me closer, hands on my back underneath my robes, he catches my lips in a ferocious, inflaming kiss. I moan into his mouth. This sudden outburst of passion surprised me, but in a positive way. We struggle to get each others robes off while our tongues are battling in a mind-blowing kiss. I let my long pent-up desire free as my hands roam his slim body, exploring each inch I can reach. He's addictive. * SS: Black's skin, so smooth, the flexing of his muscles, his lips, his tongue. Already beyond coherent thoughts? More, need more. Kneading the muscles of his butts, so hot, more... Spit on my fingers, push them in, he's pushing back to meet them, so gorgeous how he raises his slim hips. Need more, replace my fingers with my prick, his strong legs around my waist, in, in, yes, so tight, so hot... * SB: Dimly aware that I'm screaming. Snape's prick fills me, completes me, I shiver with ecstasy, his cock hits my prostate, again and again and... His face above me. His eyes shining. So much passion, so much fire. I scream again as I come, feel my balls contract, my semen disperse all over my stomach. His eyes close as he, too, is coming, into me. He collapses onto me, his prick still loosely inside me. I shiver in aftershocks. That was... mind-blowing. I knew it was worth to see behind his cold facade. * SS: I surface from the depths. I fucked Sirius Black and the world did not end. I move off him, slowly, our limps are entangled. I feel ... good. I make a move to crawl away from him, but he holds me back. "Stay." he whispers. So I stay lying at his side, head on his shoulder, smiling. I can't remember when was the last time I was actually smiling. * SB: We lie on the floor for a long time, neither of us interested in moving and getting into our robes. I can't believe we did this. Then, suddenly, the door opens and Dumbledore stands in the door frame. Seeing his shocked face, the wide eyes, his jaw dropping, I break out into hysteric laughter. Snape has his cool back, looks innocently at Dumbledore and says: "We got over our differences." This puts me into another laughing fit. Albus stares at us for a while, stammers: "Guess that's a good sign." , then leaves. This time, he does not lock the door behind us, but I don't feel like standing up yet. Instead I let my hands roam freely over Snape's - Severus' - skin. He's smiling and purring like a cat. Dumbledore will have to wait. End ***