A Different Turn of Events

Chapter 3

He raised a brow, intrigued at the not quite as Gryffindor as he believed him to be. He gestured with his hand for Lupin to lead the way to this secret room of his.

Taking initiative, Lupin stood up and started walking up the halls to the stairs of Hogwarts. Gods, Severus hated those stairs.

They trekked the halls of their ancient school and Severus thanked all that is holy for not running into anyone while they wandered after curfew. Lupin, after all, was not making any effort to stay hidden in the shadows.

They reached their destination, without much words spoken just a few cutting remarks from the both of them when they saw something entirely too idiotic to ignore, at least Severus thought they did.

It was pleasant. Just the right amount of snide remarks that the silence didn't overwhelm them.

Lupin stopped walking and was looking at him with his too-Slytherin-smirk and motioned for his actual Slytherin companion to stay where he was. He started pacing in front of the comical tapestry and lo and behold! There was a door that materialized in front of them. It wasn't a particularly special door, in fact it was almost identical to the other doors in the castle.

He looked at Lupin skeptically before going on ahead to ask like a foolhardy Gryffindor, "And what, might I ask, lay beyond this door, wolf?" he smirked. The wretched wolf wasn't even the slightest bit offended. Hmm... Perhaps he had been too friendly?

"I wished for the room to be a place where we can see Sirius."

Eyebrow.

"What made you think I would be interested in the least about what your mutt is doing?"

Lupin smiled his soft amused smile and Severus had a very hard time holding on to the anger in his chest.

"Around this time of the night, Sirius would sneak out of our dorms to who knows where and come back half an hour later looking a little too guilty. I'm rather curious. I've been itching to know and he'd never answer truthfully or at all when asked directly."

Severus felt his incredulity show on his face and he knew the wolf had seen it. He didn't care though.

"Are you telling me that you are willing to sell your friend out to me for my forgiveness?" He asked incredulously. "What of your friend? What if we may learn something blackmail worthy? What would you do then?"

The werewolf scoffed, "I'm not selling Sirius to you for forgiveness, although that is a tempting thought, I'm showing this room to you, I'll explain how to use it later but for now think of this as a bonus," he shrugged. "Besides if we did see something incriminating, I'm sure he will know he deserved what he got for doing what he did."

Severus pinched his nose and gave in to his ever glowing curiosity. Walking pass the wolf and entering the door without further words and the sight that greeted him will stay engraved upon his memory.

He felt Lupin stumble after him and felt him close the door but he was far too aware of what was happening in front of him.

It was terrible, like watching a naked man run down the street, you know it's wrong to look but you can't take your eyes off him.

Severus felt his cheeks flame with something that has nothing, nothing to do with lust. The fine sheen of sweat on his forehead can be attributed to the heat in the room and no he will not let anyone tell him that November was a cold, cold month.

The sight before him was certainly not a spectacular sight whatsoever and Severus does not feel at all compelled to walk over and join the proceedings behind what looked to be a glass wall.

On the other side of the wall the scene played out. The place was nothing particularly notable, it was dimly lit and appeared to be a secret alcove, the walls were made of the same rough stone of the dungeons and a few lush pieces of comfortable furniture scattered tastefully around in that the inhabitants of each furniture can have their own personal space uninvaded by other occupants of the alcove.

These were details that flew over Severus' meticulous observation skills. He was far too entranced by the two bodies wrapped around each other.

A pale, wiry body was stretched over a slightly tanned one. The pale body had sandy coloured hair and black almost pupil less eyes that were alight with passion and clouded with lust. The body on top leaned down and whispered into Black's ear and miraculously the sound traveled all the way to where Severus was stood, entranced.

"Relax, you can imagine yourself with either of them. Or both of them. I won't judge." The words were hoarse and almost harsh with unadulterated lust and barely contained pleasure.

Black, whose tanned body up until now had been a tightly coiled string of nerves and tensed muscles, loosened and closed his eyes. Finally giving in to the pleasure that he's been bracing against in his guilt and shame.

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The boy above him was gentle in his thrusts slow and sweet. As if savouring every inch of his heat. He didn't have anything against that. He imagined Remus would love him like that too, if he ever get to have a chance with him.

The boy, Lance, held his hip in one hand and his cock in the other, stroking him in time to his maddeningly slow trusts. He felt the pleasure build up slow and lazy. He moaned when the cock inside him grazed his prostate ever so lightly. Sending pleasure straight to his veins and all over his body. He arched as his lover thrust in again and again, changing his angle every thrust to look for that little nub of bundled pleasure again.

Sirius wrapped his arms around him, thinking of someone else's body against him with his eyes closed tight. The body picked up its pace, building and mounting, each thrust more aggressive than the one preceding it. His nails dug into the other's back, his own arching in a tight bow as his mind blanked and his whole being was over taken by pleasure.

A tight coil of pleasure built up in his stomach and he was close, oh so close. The cock in him drove into his prostate once more and he came, brought to his climax by the hand around his cock and a cock on his prostate.

"Remus! Severus!" was screamed as his spunk sprayed all over his lover. The boy in question shoved his prick in and out a few more times before pulling out completely and coming on him instead of inside him.

Lance collapsed on top of him before rolling beside him and they both laid there panting and basking in the afterglow of casual sex.

Later, he will perform a nifty spell he learned a few months back. It removed any trace of scent from one's body and clothes. He would also stop by the prefect's bathroom to scrub his skin. Trying and failing to convince himself that it was to rid himself of someone else's scent and not at all to try and get rid of the feeling of Lance's hands on his skin.

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Severus felt his throat constrict as his name was uttered by the man he hated the most and felt his cock twitch with lust. His hand held his prick through the fabric of his trousers unconsciously.

This was going to be a long night.

edited 1/27/22