Notes: Part of the "Light in the Dark" AU. 2005 birthday ficlet for Domi :)

Snuggling against his cushion, Sirius dragged the sheets over his head. It was official. Snivellus wanted to kill him ... but what a way to go. It wasn't as if he believed that stupid theory of a connection between brain cell loss and coming, no. But for a man of his age it should have been impossible to come so often in only half an hour.

Severus had called it `birthday present', but Sirius knew a better term to describe his lover's actions – `death warrant'.

The blowjob that had woken him hadn't been surprising. After all, Severus loved to wake him that way. The following lovemaking hadn't been unusual, either. What was out of the ordinary was the manner in which Severus seemed to hit Sirius' prostate with even more precision than normally, and the fact that he did not come until Sirius was hard and aching again, spilling his seed over long and elegant fingers.

Sirius still couldn't say how Severus had managed to get him hard again after this. But somehow he had, because before long he had mounted Sirius, riding him – very slowly indeed – driving the Gryffindor mad with need. Black eyes had gazed at him as if he were a precious gift to be cherished. The openness of that gaze had made Sirius' breath hitch, and soon he had found release again.

Thankfully, Severus had left him after that third round, and Sirius hoped to catch a little more sleep; sleep that might be hard to find if Severus had more `presents' for him. Eyes closed, he was about to nod off when he heard his husband's voice from the lounge...

"Snuffles!" Uh-oh ... that didn't bode well. Tossing the sheets off and to the foot of the bed, Sirius rose, grabbing his dressing robes as he went. A steaming mug of coffee sat on his bedside table, making the former Marauder smile. `He takes good care of me.'

Another shout ("Bad dog!") from the other room brought him back to the present. Sipping his lifesaver – formerly known as coffee – he pushed open the door that separated lounge from bedroom, and saw...

...Severus glaring at a pile of robes – Sirius' discarded robes. The previous night, Severus had been especially eager to feel skin against skin, undressing Sirius outside the sanctuary of their bedroom. He could still hear Snuffles' pitiful whine as the door was shut right in front of his nose. Hang on... Severus had yelled at the dog, but where was he?

And then he saw... "Ehm, Sev... My robes are moving..." Severus' not-so-greasy head snapped towards Sirius, and the Gryffindor found himself at the receiving end of `Snape's Most Deadly Glare', usually reserved only for the Neville Longbottoms in the world.

The robes were moving again, and all of a sudden a head appeared from their depth – a dark and fury head... "Snuffles!" A piece of cloth was hanging from the puppy's snout, and Sirius took a step forward to see the extend of the damage. "Oh no, you didn't!"

Snuffles' head had disappeared again and a sickening tearing sound told Sirius that the puppy had indeed done it. Even the cleverest house-elf would not be able to return the sorry remains of the Transfigurations professor's robes to their original state. "You little piece of..."

Behind him, Severus had started to chuckle – a sound Sirius normally only heard in bed, when Severus dropped all his guards and relaxed completely – except for certain parts of his anatomy... However, now there was mirth in the low laughter, and Sirius whirled around. "I bet you think this awfully funny. It's your fault my robes were left in here..."

Severus just shrugged and whispered, "Oh, see it as his way of saying `Happy Birthday'. And on that note..." Soft lips suddenly covered Sirius', and before long he was back in their bedroom where Severus soon managed to take the Gryffindor's mind off of robes and puppies...