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said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-19 11:18 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-10-19 11:18 pm
As Promised, a Fic!
Title: An Aeipathy; In Watercolour
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Sirius/Severus
Summary: Sirius reflects.
A/N: Another one of those pieces that defies any attempt at summarizing it neatly and quickly. A bit on the bleak side, you have been warned.
Aiepathy: an obsession.
Sirius remembers the first time he saw Severus naked. There is no other word to describe it. He is not soft and tasteful and nude, he is not chaste and modest and unclothed. He is raw and pale and skinny and naked.
It has been James’s idea. Hasn’t it always been? Sirius tells himself that now. Sneak into the Prefects bathroom while Snivelly was taking a bath, Moony has the password and Moony will - reluctantly, and after much pleading and promising - give it to Sirius. A few drops into the water and Snivelly will be the color of a pumpkin for the rest of the week.
Sirius thinks it’s a grand idea, he wheedles the password out of Moony and dons the cloak and slips off like a thief in the night. Snivellus always takes a bath on Friday nights. Not that it does the greasy git any good.
Sirius whispers the password, and he finds he is early. Snivellus is not in the bath, he’s folding his clothes and putting them on the bench. The bath is steaming and full, Sirius can see the islands of suds that float gently on the surface. But his eyes are drawn to Snivellus.
He doesn’t want to look. He doesn’t want to see the slimy bastard starkers. But he can’t look away.
Snape is tall and long. In a more attractive boy it would be called lanky. He is also very pale, and very thin. Too thin. Sirius can see ribs and hips and all manner of bones poking through the skin. He looks like a walking corpse, his skin is the right shade. Fish belly white, stretched taut over the knobs and lengths of bone.
In that moment, half bent and lit by the pale light of the bathroom, Snape - not Snivellus or Snivelly not - looks fragile. Delicate. Like fine porcelain, or maybe glass. Either way, he was so sharp you’d cut yourself if you handled him wrong. Sirius could count each bump on his spine. He had no buttocks of which to speak, and Sirius averted his eyes from the length of flaccid penis that peeked out from behind a thigh that was akin to a stick.
Sirius watched him as he slipped into the steaming tub. His skin turned lobster red in the hot water, and his lank hair grew lanker still with steam and sweat. Sirius watched as he stretched out, floating in the water. Watched as he soaped himself, slick bubbles sliding over coltish limbs.
Sirius has never seen Snape relaxed before. The ease in his features does not make the Slytherin any more attractive, but it lends him a less cruel cast. He seems normal. Poor, starved, and dirty, but normal.
Sirius watches him dress, black cotton pyjamas covering skin that is fading from red to pink. He watches him shake out his hair and run a hand through it, and he does not miss the wince that twists jagged features into a scowl. Severus doesn’t look in the mirror. Sirius remembers Remus swearing that the Slytherin hates everyone, and Sirius thinks it’s true. He even hates himself.
Later that night, Sirius holds Moony close and wonders if Severus has ever had anyone to hold him, or ever would. Or if he would even want it. He doesn’t even remember the prank, his mind is cluttered with thoughts of Severus.
Now it is years later. Sirius can hear the water running down the hall, Grimmauld is like that. The water in the pipes screams and rattles, and you can’t flush the toilet without someone knowing you’ve used it. He sits on the edge of the bed, half listening to Moony. But that’s alright, he only half listens to anything these days. He nods and mumbles, and it appeases the other man. Sirius is good at appeasing Moony, he’s done it long enough. Moony is familiar and constant, and Sirius likes that. But the water is still screaming in the pipes, and Moony purses his lips and falls silence. He begins to undress.
Sirius watches with little interest. He’s rather certain he loves Remus, but sex and the human body are nothing that really excite him. He can go through the motions - it appeases Moony - and he can orgasm, but he finds little joy in it. Remus’ nude body (because Remus is tasteful and soft in his own way) is warm against his, and he holds it close and whispers the words he can only half-remember.
But as he eases Moony back onto the mattress and the water screams in the pipes overhead, he finds himself wondering if Severus is still skeleton thin, and if he’s ever had anyone to hold him.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Sirius/Severus
Summary: Sirius reflects.
A/N: Another one of those pieces that defies any attempt at summarizing it neatly and quickly. A bit on the bleak side, you have been warned.
Aiepathy: an obsession.
Sirius remembers the first time he saw Severus naked. There is no other word to describe it. He is not soft and tasteful and nude, he is not chaste and modest and unclothed. He is raw and pale and skinny and naked.
It has been James’s idea. Hasn’t it always been? Sirius tells himself that now. Sneak into the Prefects bathroom while Snivelly was taking a bath, Moony has the password and Moony will - reluctantly, and after much pleading and promising - give it to Sirius. A few drops into the water and Snivelly will be the color of a pumpkin for the rest of the week.
Sirius thinks it’s a grand idea, he wheedles the password out of Moony and dons the cloak and slips off like a thief in the night. Snivellus always takes a bath on Friday nights. Not that it does the greasy git any good.
Sirius whispers the password, and he finds he is early. Snivellus is not in the bath, he’s folding his clothes and putting them on the bench. The bath is steaming and full, Sirius can see the islands of suds that float gently on the surface. But his eyes are drawn to Snivellus.
He doesn’t want to look. He doesn’t want to see the slimy bastard starkers. But he can’t look away.
Snape is tall and long. In a more attractive boy it would be called lanky. He is also very pale, and very thin. Too thin. Sirius can see ribs and hips and all manner of bones poking through the skin. He looks like a walking corpse, his skin is the right shade. Fish belly white, stretched taut over the knobs and lengths of bone.
In that moment, half bent and lit by the pale light of the bathroom, Snape - not Snivellus or Snivelly not - looks fragile. Delicate. Like fine porcelain, or maybe glass. Either way, he was so sharp you’d cut yourself if you handled him wrong. Sirius could count each bump on his spine. He had no buttocks of which to speak, and Sirius averted his eyes from the length of flaccid penis that peeked out from behind a thigh that was akin to a stick.
Sirius watched him as he slipped into the steaming tub. His skin turned lobster red in the hot water, and his lank hair grew lanker still with steam and sweat. Sirius watched as he stretched out, floating in the water. Watched as he soaped himself, slick bubbles sliding over coltish limbs.
Sirius has never seen Snape relaxed before. The ease in his features does not make the Slytherin any more attractive, but it lends him a less cruel cast. He seems normal. Poor, starved, and dirty, but normal.
Sirius watches him dress, black cotton pyjamas covering skin that is fading from red to pink. He watches him shake out his hair and run a hand through it, and he does not miss the wince that twists jagged features into a scowl. Severus doesn’t look in the mirror. Sirius remembers Remus swearing that the Slytherin hates everyone, and Sirius thinks it’s true. He even hates himself.
Later that night, Sirius holds Moony close and wonders if Severus has ever had anyone to hold him, or ever would. Or if he would even want it. He doesn’t even remember the prank, his mind is cluttered with thoughts of Severus.
Now it is years later. Sirius can hear the water running down the hall, Grimmauld is like that. The water in the pipes screams and rattles, and you can’t flush the toilet without someone knowing you’ve used it. He sits on the edge of the bed, half listening to Moony. But that’s alright, he only half listens to anything these days. He nods and mumbles, and it appeases the other man. Sirius is good at appeasing Moony, he’s done it long enough. Moony is familiar and constant, and Sirius likes that. But the water is still screaming in the pipes, and Moony purses his lips and falls silence. He begins to undress.
Sirius watches with little interest. He’s rather certain he loves Remus, but sex and the human body are nothing that really excite him. He can go through the motions - it appeases Moony - and he can orgasm, but he finds little joy in it. Remus’ nude body (because Remus is tasteful and soft in his own way) is warm against his, and he holds it close and whispers the words he can only half-remember.
But as he eases Moony back onto the mattress and the water screams in the pipes overhead, he finds himself wondering if Severus is still skeleton thin, and if he’s ever had anyone to hold him.
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(Though it probably wouldn't be wise to attempt it ^-^)
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Usually it's all ...
Sev: I hate you, Black!
Siri: I hate you too ...
*mad snogging, wild secks*
Sev: I still hate you ... *cuddle*
Siri: I know ...
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No? Oh sod it, too late! In my mind they are already shaging over the bathtube rim.
Now seriously, you managed to write a very fine piece. Actually I read everything from you. It's a shame, that I'm writing the feedback so late, but this story of yours gave no other reason. Finally.
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No apologies for late feedback! Any feedback is good. ;)
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