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Snape's harsh breaths were the only sound in the room. The topmost button of his robe was gaping, exposing the already darkening bruises on the pale skin of his throat. Sirius watched as he slid down the wall, curling in on himself to hide the evidence of his release, laughing softly, brokenly in his cracked voice.

"Why?" the word was barely a whisper, and even that much caused him to wince.

Why. Why did he do this? Why did he come to the man he hated most, needing some contact something hard and real something Remus couldn't give him. Pleasure, power, pain. Sirius clenched his hands, knuckles showing white against the skin, and tried not to notice how they ached. How hard he'd been squeezing. How hard he'd been.

"Why do you stop?"

Comments

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

If I'm going to read Snape/Black at all, this is the way I like them. All hate and violence and struggles for power.

[goseaward.livejournal.com]

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But then again, you know me. Always hungry for a Snack. *veg*

[mimine.livejournal.com]

Hee! I love how Sirius misunderstood Sev on this one. You should write more Snack, this was great!

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I agree with Vimeslady. OOer. That was good.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I'mtrying to expand this into a proper story... Glad I'll have at least one reader. :D