Notes: This is the sequel of An Apology Long Over-due and starts where Apology leaves off.

Brushing Sirius' lips with his own, he whispered, "I love you, Sirius."

The blue eyes of the man before him began to sparkle ... the very eyes that had haunted his dreams for more years than he cared to remember, just like that soft and gentle voice ... and the smile that took possession of Sirius' features warmed the usually stern Slytherin to his core. Yes, the Gryffindor had ripped out his heart thrice already, but for this smile Severus was willing to risk everything ... including his sanity. His oh-so-precious sanity that he must cast aside the moment he had received his Mark. For him, for Sirius...

For the person who's quiet tones now brought him out of his musings ... with a simple request that had such fundamental meaning. "Could you say that again?"

Severus didn't have to ask what he was supposed to repeat. Strangely enough it wasn't the declaration of his feelings, no. It was the other's name. There had been too much Black and too little Sirius in the past. "Sirius ... my Sirius." If anyone heard him now, his reputation as a cold-hearted bastard would be destroyed forever. But in that moment he couldn't have cared less.

Tears clouded Sirius' vision as he rose to his feet, drawing Severus up with him. "Sev..." he whispered softly. His right hand had risen to the other's cheek, which he now stroked gently, almost reverently. What he could see of the Slytherin's face through the veil of tears reminded him of their first time together. Those bottomless eyes were not cold at all, but seemed to be a gateway to Severus' soul; shining with love.

Severus let go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and leaned closer, touching his lips to Sirius'. This time, the kiss was more comforting than enflaming, stirring something within both men that had been sleeping for more than 20 years.

Breaking the kiss, Sirius smiled, an idea taking over his mind. "You know, I haven't been quite honest with you... True, that night I wanted to ask you to bond with me. But that wasn't everything..." Interlacing their fingers, he brought one of the Slytherin's hands to his lips. "I love you, Severus. All these years I've loved you. I want... There is something I would ask of you. Would you do something for me?"

Sirius could almost see what was going on in Severus' head. An answer on his lips, then the censoring of that answer. But in the end, the Slytherin seemed to brush aside any doubts and fears, and whispered, "Anything."

The pictures of anything his brain provided him with made him gasp. Drawing a deep breath, he finally asked for the one thing he'd been dreaming of for years. "Would you make love to me?" The Gryffindor raised the hand he was still holding to his lips again, softly kissing the knuckles. "I want, no, I need to feel you, as close as possible. I need to know that you're still alive. That my stupidity didn't..."

Lips covering his made speaking impossible, and by the time Severus drew back, Sirius couldn't even remember what he'd been about to say. Severus, on the other hand, still appeared to be capable of coherent thoughts. "Are you sure this is what you want? I'd be more than happy to, don't get me wrong..." In fact, it had been the most prominent fantasy to haunt his dreams ever since he had brought the Gryffindor back, ever since he had held him in his arms again. "But if you just offer it because you feel like you need to... I've no objection whatsoever to you taking me..." Since it would never be anything like the gruesome things the Death Eaters had subjected him to. Not even those few times Sirius had taken him after he had returned from behind the Veil had been similar to the Death Eater rituals. The Gryffindor had always been gentle, probably without meaning to. Severus must have been blind not to notice...

These words managed to penetrate Sirius' lust-fogged mind. "I'd never ask this of you if there was just the slightest chance that I did it out of guilt. I've been longing for this ever since our first kiss, but I was afraid of my feelings, afraid of what it would mean for us if you made love to me. I'm not afraid anymore, Severus. We've wasted too much time already. I want you. I need you."

Contrary to popular belief, Severus Snape wasn't made of stone, even though a certain part of his anatomy was slowly growing as hard as marble. Sirius' words had kindled a flame with in him, and the Slytherin prayed that it would never die. It probably wouldn't. But before he could allow the fire to consume them both, there were a few technical details that had to be discussed. Then the rest of his blood was free to vacate his brain and rush south... "Have you ever..."

Cheeks flaring red, Sirius lowered his gazes and shook his head, "I always wanted it to be you... I know what you're thinking. But the Aurors' cruelty did not extend to rape. I mean, I was a traitor, a worthless Death Eater, wasn't I? They wouldn't have touched me in that manner if they had been offered money..." Merlin, he was babbling like a 15-year-old virgin. Well, one part was rather accurate. But not for much longer he hoped.

Severus decided it was about time to put an end to Sirius' obvious discomfort. At one point in the past the other's distress might have amused him, even given him a certain amount of satisfaction, but those times were long gone. Though, if he were honest with himself, even when he was still trying to convince himself that he hated Sirius Black with all of his heart, a part of his soul had always loved the annoying Gryffindor. Had never stopped loving him, in fact.

And as much as he'd claimed that he wanted to see the other man suffer for what he had done to him, for how he had mistreated him, that small, insistent part of his soul had screamed in agony whenever Sirius Black had been hurt or endangered, reminding Severus unswervingly of the love he still bore his former lover.

Letting go of the old and painful memories, Severus resolutely returned to the task at hand, namely putting a stop to Sirius' insecure babbling. Unwilling to waste another moment, Severus determinedly grabbed the lapels of the other man's dark robes and yanked him forward into a passionate kiss, efficiently stopping Sirius' nervous monologue.

Sirius was obviously surprised at the Slytherin's unexpected sensual attack, but within seconds he melted into the kiss, his apprehension lessening considerably as he returned the gesture eagerly. He opened his mouth, enthusiastically greeting Severus' tender assault, and within moments they were engaged in a lazy duel of lips and tongues that soon had them both aroused and panting softly.

Feeling his lover gradually relax into the contract, Severus smiled in silent satisfaction. Slowly he lifted his hands and let them glide down Sirius' body, elated at the prospect of finally being able to touch the other man freely once more, to show him his love without having to worry about anything standing between them.

Sirius moaned breathlessly into Severus' mouth as the other man drew him tightly against his body, those strong hands roaming over his back and hips until they came to rest on his buttocks, softly caressing and squeezing the firm globes. He felt light-headed from the increasingly heated kiss they were sharing, and a fire slowly began to flood his veins. His love for the man in his arms threatening to consume him, but he had neither the energy nor the intention to fight the sensation.

The love he felt for the normally so reserved Slytherin now surged through him with a vengeance and made him cling to the other man's slender, muscular body. In that moment he knew with absolute certainty that he would love Severus for as long as he drew breath ... and beyond.

Suddenly, though, Sirius' nervousness resurfaced and he broke free of the kiss. Surprised he noticed that Severus had apparently distracted him long enough to move them near the doorway to the bedroom, and he locked eyes with his lover once more, the question plain in his gaze.

"Severus...is this really what you want as well? I mean ... I've wanted this for so long, have dreamt of this moment, but if you're not sure, if you want to wait..." He knew he was babbling nervously again, but he simply couldn't seem to help himself. And the smirk that was slowly forming on Severus' face wasn't helping, either. "You know, we don't have to do this now. Maybe we should..." He never got to finish his sentence, for Severus chose that moment to capture his lips again, effectively silencing every protest he might have wanted to utter.

Sirius moaned weakly as he melted into the kiss, his resistance weakening in the face of his lover's determination. He only hoped Severus knew what he was doing, because he sure as hell had no idea where this was going to lead them.

Severus smiled into the kiss as he felt the other man relax marginally against him. Releasing Sirius' mouth, he let his lips roam across the bearded face until they reached one of the Gryffindor's ears. Biting at one enticing earlobe none too gently, he whispered, "I am sure, Sirius. If this is what you want, then it would be my greatest pleasure to make love to you tonight. I don't want to wait any longer, either." A rare and tender smile then graced the often so stern features, softening them and making him appear breathtakingly beautiful to Sirius' eyes. "I, too, have dreamt of this moment for endless years, and I would love to share this with you, to feel you in this way. So much time has been wasted already, don't let us waste any more. You can trust me, Sirius. Let me show you how much I love you...."

A sensual shiver went through Sirius' body at the huskily whispered words, and he clung tightly to the other man as a warm rush of love swept through him, filling his heart and driving away any remaining doubts. Finally he relaxed in Severus' embrace, and he buried his face against the other man's neck, feeling the long hair tickle his skin, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the one scent that had always meant home to him.

Nodding almost imperceptibly, he then lifted his head and looked into Severus' eyes, searching the sparkling obsidian pools intently. Apparently satisfied with what he found, he nodded again, and a small smile played across his lips. "Yes, that is what I want ... I want you to make love to me. But as I've said... I have never done this with anyone before, and I am not sure if I am..."

Once more Severus didn't let him finish his sentence as he placed a finger over the full lips. "Shush. Do not concern yourself with such thoughts. We will do this together, and I will help you as much as I am able to. Just remember that I love you, and that there is nothing you can do wrong with me."

As if to confirm his words he kissed Sirius again, an unhurried, sensual kiss that could only hint at what was still to come. At the same time he continued to move them further into the bedroom and towards the bed, while his fingers found their way onto Sirius' chest where they proceeded to slowly undo the buttons of his robes.

Due to Severus' tender ministrations, Sirius finally began to completely relax and he gladly surrendered himself to the Slytherin's gentle caresses, his body humming with controlled passion and anticipation as the other man's agile fingers efficiently divested him of his clothing. He moaned against Severus' lips as those graceful hands at last slipped underneath his shirt and began mapping the warm skin they found there, gliding over his chest where they brushed the already erect nipples, down across the flat planes of his stomach before they moved around his slender waist and up his back.

Breaking the kiss in order to gasp in some much needed air, Sirius stood there panting while those wicked hands continued to roam over his body, enflaming his skin and causing him to tremble faintly. Finally they made their way further down, and Sirius could not suppress a breathless moan when Severus' hands once again came to rest on his still clothed rear, giving the muscular globes a none too gentle squeeze.

Blue eyes met black, and an almost imperceptible smile played around Severus' lips as he slipped his hands to the front of the Gryffindor's pants. Sirius felt his heart beat increase as he saw the gleam that suddenly appeared in the bottomless eyes of his lover, and his breathing soon matched the pounding in his chest as Severus teasingly brushed the back of his hand across his denim-covered arousal. Within moments Severus had his pants open and slowly slid them down his hips and legs, along with his boxers, until the Gryffindor found himself standing virtually naked before his appreciative lover.

Sirius' breath caught when he saw the hungry, almost starved look that briefly flitted across the angular face of his lover. This amazingly expressive face, which he had seen in his dreams and whenever he closed his eyes for the past 20 years, that had kept him sane and had prevented his soul from dying when faced with the endless horrors of his stay in Azkaban. Instinctively he lifted one of his hands and softly caressed the side of that beloved face. Ignoring the questioning expression in the obsidian eyes, he stroked his fingers across the prominent nose, down over the thin lips and angular yaw before he slipped his hand around the back of the head and draw Severus forward into another kiss, trying to convey all the love and passion he felt for the man in his arms with this one, intimate gesture.

All of a sudden Sirius became acutely aware of the fact that Severus still wore far too many clothes for his liking. It seemed that the Slytherin was decidedly overdressed for the occasion. That would have to change. Now.

Determined to ignore his still lurking insecurity for the moment, Sirius broke the kiss and resolutely began to unfasten the numerous buttons of Severus' robes. He was frantically working on removing the garment, the need to once again feel the other man's skin against his was singing through his body, making his blood boil and causing his hands to tremble in their haste.

Suddenly warm fingers closed over his shaking ones, halting and soothing them with a gentle, caressing motion. Swallowing, Sirius slowly lifted his eyes until they met Severus', a lump beginning to form in his throat at the love he saw shining from them. That lump only continued to grow, and Sirius felt tears sting his eyes as Severus, with an infinitely tender expression on his face, slowly lifted the Gryffindor's trembling hands to his mouth and gently pressed his lips against the cool skin, lovingly kissing each knuckle while his eyes remained locked to the other man's swimming orbs.

Sirius swallowed heavily at this display of affection, and he blinked several times in order to get his raging emotions back under control. He really did not want to ruin this perfect moment by breaking down sobbing in Severus' arms. However, the other man just gazed fondly at him for another moment, his lips quirking in a hint of a smile. He then bestowed one last kiss on Sirius' hands before letting go of them and taking one step away from his lover.

Before Sirius could voice his confusion, Severus lifted his fingers to his own robes, and within moments he had divested himself of any remaining clothing until he stood just as bare before his lover.

Sirius couldn't help it, he just stared for a moment, eyes roaming hungrily across Severus' now naked body, taking in the familiar yet different form, the long, graceful limbs, the sleek but powerful muscles, the pale skin glinting like ivory in the dim light. He also saw the scars that had not been there 20 years before, but they only served to make the other man that much more beautiful to him, for they spoke of all the sacrifices the Slytherin had had to make over the years in order to protect those he cared about.

Unwilling to remain passive any longer, Sirius moved towards his lover and slipped his arms around the lithe form, melting into the embrace as the Slytherin's strong arms closed around him, and he rested his head on one shoulder, savouring the moment. Soon he felt his body begin to tingle at the feeling of skin against skin, and slowly his hands began roaming across Severus' back and sides. His lips fastened on that long, graceful neck, and he noticed with satisfaction how the man in his arms shuddered almost imperceptibly.

Sirius continued to kiss and caress Severus, his earlier nervousness practically gone in the face of how right, how perfect it felt to be held like this again. He noticed that the other man was slowly moving them backwards again, and he followed willingly until they bumped against the bed. Severus then carefully lowered them onto the silken sheets, moving together until they lay comfortably, with Sirius' body covering his lover's, kissing and caressing each other lazily.

For several minutes they remained like this, exchanging soft kisses and caresses. There was no urgency in there movements, they simply basked in their re-found closeness and the love that hummed through their very beings.

Soon, though, tension began to build between the two men once more, and their lazy kisses slowly became more forceful, their touches more intense. Breathy moans and gasps filled the air as their bodies moved against each other on the sheets, creating delicious friction and slowly driving the rising passion higher and higher.

It was the perfect moment for Severus to assume control of their lovemaking. Sliding his hands around to rest on Sirius' buttocks, he lovingly caressed and squeezed the supple flesh until the Gryffindor was panting heavily, his insistent erection rubbing against Severus' thigh. Sliding his leg more firmly between the other man's thighs, Severus let his hands gradually glide up Sirius' torso until they rested on the muscular upper back.

Severus then took Sirius' lips in another searing kiss, his tongue thrusting deeply into the sweet cavern. Using his considerable strength, he slowly began to roll them over, the movement slow and smooth until he came to rest on top of his lover, their mouths never having ceased their passionate exploring.

Sirius barely seemed to register the shift in their positions, having lost himself in the sensual play of lips and tongues. He trusted the other man implicitly, and he knew Severus would never do anything to hurt him. He would be as gentle as possible, and that knowledge enabled Sirius to surrender himself fully to his lover's ministrations. He merely let himself sink further into the bedding, delighted by the weight of the other man pressing him down. At that moment he felt save, loved, and desired, and he never wanted it to end.

Severus smiled to himself as he felt Sirius relax almost completely beneath him. It appeared that most of his earlier nervousness had left the Gryffindor, which would make what was to come that much more enjoyable for both of them, but for Sirius in particular.

Slowly Severus drew back from the kiss they had been sharing, shushing the other's protest with a soft peck on the nose as he whispered soft assurances to his impassioned lover. Lowering his head once more, he gently kissed his way around the bearded jaw until he reached the ears hidden in a tangled mess of dark hair. Using his teeth, he nipped sharply on the tender lobe before soothing the irritated skin with his tongue, repeating the process again and again until the other man was squirming beneath him in need, panting and moaning quietly.

Only when he was satisfied that Sirius' ear had received the attention it deserved did Severus let go of the soft flesh in his mouth. Nipping and kissing, he made his way down the other's neck to his chest, his tongue and teeth bestowing caresses upon the hollow of the throat and the prominent collar bone. Further down he went, to the lovely, already painfully erect nipples nestled in a patch of soft, curly chest hair. Generously applying his teeth and lips to the small nubs, he sucked and chewed on them until Sirius began to buck under him, his fists clenched in the sheets and his eyes screwed shut at the almost painful pleasure.

Feeling the tension humming through the Gryffindor's body, Severus drew back for a moment. He didn't want Sirius to come just yet, and if he continued with what he was doing, he was certain his lover would climax within minutes. No, he wanted Sirius to come when he was inside him. He wanted him to experience this kind of pleasure, wanted to drive him over the edge when they were joined in this most intimate of ways. And he knew Sirius wanted the same.

Waiting until the other man's hands had unclenched and the pained expression on his face had turned into a more relaxed one, Severus then moved back up the Gryffindor's body until his lips could meet Sirius' in another tender kiss. Drawing back after only a few moments, Severus looked down at the other man, and he felt love flow through him at the wanton and trusting look in Sirius' beautiful blue eyes. Shaking his head at his own sudden sappiness, Severus couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He truly was a lost case when it came to one Sirius Black, but he simply couldn't find it in his heart to do anything about it. He could only accept that this man held his heart in his hands, just as he held Sirius'.

Unable to help himself, Severus leaned forward and began nibbling on those delicious lips again. He knew he was growing increasingly addicted to the other man's taste, to his scent, his breathy moans and pants and to the way he looked when in the throes of passion, but he did not care at this moment. He could only feel an overwhelming need to become one with his lover, to finally make him his and to share with him this one pleasure he had not yet experienced.

Deepening the kiss, Severus carefully reached out towards the nightstand where he had earlier placed the flask of lubricant. They were both almost painfully aroused and desperate with need by now, and he felt that neither of them could hold out much longer. Reluctantly drawing back from Sirius, he sat back and opened the small bottle, his eyes locking with Sirius' as the enticing scent of sandalwood filled the air around them.

The two men shared a quick, tender smile, and Severus had to swallow hard at the love and unwavering trust he could read in the other's gaze. Lifting his free hand, he gently trailed his fingers down the side of Sirius' face in a loving caress. "Are you ready, my love? Is this really what you want?" He had to make sure one last time...

Sirius captured the slender fingers in his and squeezed them reassuringly before turning his head and softly kissing the inside of Severus' wrist. Smiling at the sharp intake of breath, he gazed at the Slytherin with all the love he felt. "Yes, this is what I want. Please make love to me, Sev..."

No more words were needed after that. Severus only nodded and smiled reassuringly at his lover, his emotions close to the surface for once. He knew that with Sirius, there was no need to maintain the pretence, or to uphold the hard, unfeeling mask he had perfected during those long, lonely years. There would be nothing between them now, or ever again. He would make sure of it.

Gently freeing his hands from Sirius' grasp, he slid his fingers into the Gryffindor's dark hair and drew the other man forward so he could meet the soft lips with his. Relishing the feeling of the dark strands curling around his fingers, he claimed that teasing mouth, hands slowly wandering down Sirius' neck to his shoulders.

The kiss was slow and unhurried, an exchange of soft caresses and quiet sighs that merely served to sustain the fire instead of heightening the flames. They were still kissing as Severus carefully pushed Sirius back onto his back and stretched out on top of his lover, his leg slipping between the other man's thighs once more and his hands caressing up and down the strong chest.

Soon Sirius was writhing beneath his lover's weight, his hands buried in the long black strands that normally fell past Severus' shoulders, but now appeared like a curtain of black silk, protecting their faces from the outside world. Quiet moans and gasps flowed from one mouth into the other, not yet holding the urgency of passion but heightening slowly.

Severus drew back after a few more kisses, but his hands and lips never completely left Sirius' body. Moving off Sirius' lap with one last kiss and sitting back on his heels next to the Gryffindor, he let his other hand glide lovingly down the well-defined chest. Black eyes continued to gaze into blue, and mutual understanding was once more confirmed.

"Please lie down on your stomach for a moment, love. I want to do this properly..." Severus smiled as Sirius eagerly rolled over until his back was towards his lover. Forcing himself to relax, and to quell the nervousness and anticipation that slowly began to curl inside his belly, he tried to melt into the soft bedding. He completely trusted Severus. He knew the Slytherin would never do anything to hurt him, either willingly or otherwise, and that alone helped him to let go of most of the tension humming through his body.

Sirius sighed as he felt warm hands on his shoulders, slick with lubricant, slowly sliding down his back towards his buttocks. Strong fingers expertly began to knead and massage the firm globes, now and again teasingly slipping between them and bestowing feathery caresses upon the tight ring of muscle.

For a moment the fingers disappeared, but they quickly returned with more lubricant that was tenderly and meticulously massaged into his opening. Sirius couldn't help but squirm slightly at the new but incredibly arousing sensation that sent small shocks of pleasure up his spine every time Severus touched his most intimate entrance.

He barely felt it when one of those slender fingers finally slipped inside, past the guardian ring where no one else had ever been before. The finger slid in deeper until it was almost completely inside, and Sirius shivered, surprised at how good it felt to be entered like this.

In and out the finger moved, tenderly caressing the passage and massaging the lubricant into the still tight channel. Soon it withdrew completely, but before Sirius could voice his protest the caress returned. Two fingers this time, slick with lubricant, teased at his opening before carefully slipping inside. A small moan escaped the Gryffindor as the fingers moved deeper, stretching him. His body protested for a moment at the somewhat uncomfortable feeling, and he tried to draw back only to be stopped by Severus' other hand on his lower back.

"Shhhh ... it's alright. It will pass in a minute. Just stay calm and relax." Forcing himself to obey the quiet command, Sirius inhaled deeply as the fingers continued their careful stretching. Suddenly unbelievable pleasure shot through him, making him convulse and groan hoarsely. Through the haze of passion he heard a deep, velvety chuckle behind him, and then the sensation was back, again and again, making him moan in need and claw at the sheets until he was writhing and almost mindless with desire.

Again the fingers withdrew, and he felt soft lips at the nape of his neck, soothing him until his breathing had somewhat returned normal. Twisting around until he could lock gazes with Severus, he swallowed heavily at the expression in the other's burning eyes. "I ... I never knew it could feel like this... I would never have guessed that ... that it would be so ... so ... intense."

Severus only smirked at him, but there was love and a hint of satisfaction in his smile. "That is only the beginning, my love. There is more I will show you before the night is over, much more. " Sirius almost gulped at the dark passion that seemed to drip off Severus' velvety voice, and he wondered for a moment if he would survive this night if it got even more intense than what he had already experienced. Not bothering to follow this train of thought any further, he lay back down onto the bed, his body already trembling with anticipation of what was to come.

Soft lips were pressed against his shoulder for a few seconds, the tongue leaping at his sweaty skin, but Sirius was soon distracted by the feeling of fingers once more teasing at his buttocks. Three fingers, slick with lubricant, very carefully eased their way inside. Severus was obviously going as slowly as possible in order to ensure there was next to no pain on Sirius' part, and the Gryffindor felt warmed to the core by this simple gesture.

He squirmed a bit as the fingers proceeded to slide deeper and carefully began to stretch him again, the slight discomfort making him want to draw back, but soon the burning eased and eventually faded completely under Severus' careful ministrations. Instead the blinding pleasure was back as the Slytherin moved his fingers in and out repeatedly, the slightly rough skin rubbing over his hidden gland again and again.

Obviously Severus must have deemed him relaxed enough to proceed, because suddenly the fingers withdrew completely. Sirius couldn't repress the moan of protest from escaping, the sudden emptiness far more disturbing than any of his earlier fears had been. But the disappointment only lasted mere seconds because soon he felt Severus shift position and slowly turn him onto his back again.

Severus bent forward until his lips were only inches from Sirius ear, and his warm breath caressed the tender skin, making the Gryffindor shiver as he spoke. "It would be easier if you were on your hands and knees your first time, or lying down on your stomach..."

However, the quiet suggestion was immediately met with a determined shake of Sirius' head. "No, I want to see your face when you make love to me." Severus opened his mouth in protest, but was silenced by a finger against his lips as Sirius continued. "I am aware that this is not the best position for a first time, but I have waited so long for this, and I want to be able to look into your eyes when we make love. I want to watch your face when you take me, and I want to see your eyes when you come inside my body. Please..." Sirius then batted his eyelashes at Severus, hoping to loosen up the sudden tenseness that had built up between them.

Severus couldn't suppress a chuckle at the other man's antics, but it seemed to have the desired effect, because Severus relaxed after a moment's hesitation and stroked his hand down the now smirking face. "Alright, my love. You get your wish. Just try to relax, because I don't want to hurt you in any way..."

Again he was unable to finish as lips pressed against his in a quick but passionate kiss. "You won't – I know it. I trust you Sev. With my life, my heart, and now also with my body. Please make love to me."

Those softly whispered words were his undoing, and Severus gave up even the last of his doubts. If this was the way his lover wanted his first time to be, then Severus would do anything to make the annoying Gryffindor happy. Nodding quietly, he shared another quick kiss with his lover before moving Sirius backwards until he reclined comfortably against the pillows. Severus then slowly began to caress and massage the body before him until Sirius was once more relaxed, but still quivering with an underlying need.

Severus took hold of the bottle of lubricant once more and opened it, a generous amount of the slick substance dripping into his cupped hand. Locking eyes with Sirius, he then slowly brought the hand down to his own arousal, liberally coating the hard flesh. He felt Sirius' gaze as it almost burned him with its intensity, following his every movement with growing hunger, a needy moan leaving the Gryffindor's lips.

Satisfied that he had prepared both of them as thoroughly as possible, Severus then settled between Sirius thighs and covered the other man's body with his own. Taking the Gryffindor's lips in a tender kiss, he explored the sweetness of the other's mouth even as his hands slowly wandered down the strong body. Reaching the thighs, he caressed the muscular flesh for a moment, easing the sudden trembling he felt in the strong body. He then slid his hands underneath and urged Sirius to lift his thighs until they cradled his body, baring the other man's entrance to his waiting arousal.

Slowly, carefully he positioned himself, his lips and tongue never ceasing their loving exploration, and with the utmost gentleness he slid past the guardian muscle. Sirius momentarily tensed up, his body protesting against the invasion. Severus seemed impossibly larger than the three fingers had been, and for a second he felt panic rise within him, making him want to struggle, but it quickly subsided as those agile fingers soothed him again, and the soft lips left his in order to murmur calming words into his ear.

Bit by bit he felt himself relax and Severus slowly slid inside, until he was finally completely sheathed in the formerly virginal passage. Sirius swallowed convulsively, and tears stung his eyes as he felt Severus where no one else had ever been, or would ever be. He felt full, stretched almost to the limit, but it was by no means an uncomfortable feeling. Instead he felt possessed and cherished at once, he felt protected and wanted, and it was incredible. He could stay like this forever.

Severus, however, could only hold still for so long, and soon the urge to move became almost overwhelming. Giving Sirius a few more moments to get used to the new sensation, Severus then slowly began to move within his lover. At first Sirius protested against the movement, afraid that Severus wanted to withdraw, but then he felt the first gentle thrust, and almost instantly his body responded and began to match the other man's motions.

The Slytherin continued to thrust gently, watching in rapt fascination as Sirius' eyes began to glow with pleasure and he started to pant softly. Slowly Severus increased the pace, his fingers entwining with Sirius' and pressing them back into the bed in order to gain greater leverage. Soon Sirius pants turned into groans, and his hands gripped Severus' tightly as the pressure began to built inside his body.

By now Severus was panting and moaning quietly as well, his thrusts coming faster and gaining in strength, but it still wasn't enough. He needed to be closer, needed to possess the other man completely, to see him twist and moan in the throes of passion.

Severus let go of the other man's hands and slipped his arms underneath Sirius' back, lifting him up and at the same time sitting back on his heels, all the while never ceasing his movement inside the Gryffindor. Sirius moaned at the sudden change of position, then groaned hoarsely as Severus seemed to move even deeper inside him, the hard shaft hitting his prostate and causing pleasure to spark through his body.

Realising he had found the perfect angle, Severus held this position and carefully shifted Sirius until the other man rested snugly on his lap, the strong legs kneeling on the bed on either side of his. He then drew the Gryffindor close and wrapped his arms around him, tightly holding him to his chest as he lifted him up slightly and began thrusting with more force.

Sirius cried out sharply, his head falling back and exposing his neck to Severus' eager mouth as he felt the other man's cock hit his prostate with every thrust. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but he still wanted more, and he clutched at Severus as he met the other's thrusts with his own. Sweat was rolling down his face and neck and he moaned continuously as Severus' thrusts came harder and faster, stimulating Sirius' prostate until he was almost mindless with the need to come.

Feeling his own climax approaching as well, Severus gripped the other man tightly and lifted him, bending him backwards as he delivered a few more hard, deep thrusts. He watched with rapt fascination as Sirius' features suddenly contorted and the Gryffindor's body stiffened in his arms, back arching and head thrown back as a hoarse shout left those sensuous lips just as white cream erupted from the slit of his pulsing cock. Sirius' inner muscles contracted around Severus' shaft, and the force of his lover's orgasm dragged him over the edge with him. Moaning deeply as he spilled his seed deep inside his lover's body, Severus shook with the force of his climax, holding his beloved close as they both rode out the waves of their shared passion, clinging tightly to each other.

Finally their trembling subsided, and their bodies began to relax as the last remnants of their intense release left them. Feeling weak from the power of what he had just experienced, Severus slowly lowered Sirius back onto the bed and lay down next to him, one arm possessively wrapped around the Gryffindor's chest, their bodies touching intimately.

For several minutes neither man spoke, there was no need for words as they simple revelled their new-found closeness. Time ceased to have a meaning, and it could have been hours later when Sirius finally turned around and cuddled up even more closely to Severus, slipping underneath that protective arm until he lay with his head bedded on the Slytherin's chest. He breathed in that beloved scent and listened to the once again calm heartbeat as it slowly began to lull him into a relaxed doze.

Just before he gave in to his body's demand for rest he lifted his head and looked at Severus' face. Deep contentment and love shone from the onyx eyes, and to Sirius, the other man had never looked more beautiful. Bending down to bestow a kiss on that prominent nose, he smiled tenderly at the rather unconvincing scowl that tried and failed to make its way onto Severus' face.

"Thank you," was all he said, before he laid his head back down and finally allowed himself to slip into a satiated sleep.