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Self-Sufficiency

                He had just been minding his own business, trying to steal Snivelly’s books so he could make him beg for them back, when he heard wet sucking sounds coming from within the curtains of Snape’s bed. So . . . oh, ew, surely no one was actually letting that filthy mouth anywhere near such an important part of them and surely no one was sticking their own tongue anywhere near Snivellus Snape’s prick—surely.

 He glanced around. Sneaking the map out from his pocket as he stood still under the Cloak, he scratched at his head as he read it. It indicated that Snape was the only one there, but there was the sound of wet slurping, and stifled moans that reverberated against hard flesh. He knew what the sounds had to mean. Why was the map malfunctioning? What was wrong with it?

                He puzzled over this for a moment before the answer hit him like a ton of bricks. Was Snape . . . oh, surely not. Was he really that flexible? Sirius swallowed. He had to get out of the room right now, as he felt it was closing in on him. He crumpled the map in his fist absently as he chewed at the inside of his mouth, carefully leaving as stealthily as he’d entered.

                When he got out to the pitch, James was looking at him worriedly. “You alright, mate?”

                Wordlessly, he handed the map to James.

“Er . . . alright, then.” James took a look at the map. “I don’t see what’s the matter.”

“I think...,” he clearly hesitated here.

“Well what is it, Padfoot? Out with it.” He clapped him on the shoulder with the hand that didn’t have the map.

“I think Snape was sucking himself!” he blurted, grey eyes wide. “I mean, the sounds, and the moans, and then the . . . the . . . no one else being there, and . . . .”

James’s mouth fell open, and then he closed it again and gradually looked as if he were concentrating on an idea intently. “I want to see for myself. Want to come with?”

He paused, staring at James as if he’d lost his mind, and then giving in, nodding. “Well, yeah . . . yeah. I do. I . . . I guess I really do.”

“We can satisfy our raging curiosity and our raging hormones all at once. Snape’s embarrassment will merely be the icing on the cake.” He clapped his hands together as if to say, “Well, it’s settled then.”

So they put away James’s broom and made their way down to the dungeons. Snape was still in the room, though his dot seemed not to have moved at all in a good while.

“Hey there, Sniv,” said James parting the curtains to the bed. The dark eyes snapped open and the boy sat up against the pillows calculatingly, shirt unbuttoned and hanging off of him, lying on top of the bedclothes, his trousers rather rumpled-looking. He looked from one to the other. He didn’t dare ask them what they were there for. He merely gripped his wand tightly.

“No need for wands here, Sniv,” said James, almost sounding . . . gentle. He reached for it and slipped it out of Snape’s hand. Immediately, Snape reached for it, eyes full of desperation and self-loathing, self-loathing that he let James Potter take his wand from him in his own dormitory in his own bed and only just realized it. “I’ll take good care of it, Sniv,” said James, slipping it into his wand pocket and giving the pocket a pat. “As for my wand? It’s lonely. Wasn’t your wand lonely?”

Snape had no idea what the hell James was talking about, wondering if he’d finally gone off the deep end.

“It’s innuendo, Snape,” said Black cheerfully. “Though, I guess your wand isn’t so lonely after all, with how much time it spends around that little mouth of yours.”

“True, true,” James said.

Snape’s eyes were almost comical in their shocked wideness.

“Aw,” Sirius said, “don’t look so shocked, Sev. You aren’t very quiet about it, after all, when you do it, are you? Bound to be caught sometime or other.”

Snape leaned back against the pillows in a defeated manner. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Is that really a wise question to ask us, Snape?” James asked lightly.

“Are you talking about blackmail?” said Sirius, looking amused. “Gryffindors don’t blackmail, especially not when what they’d threaten to tell may cause others to want Snivellus Snape.”

Snape stared at him disbelievingly. All of a sudden James let out a bark of laughter. “Wait . . . you think others will think it’s gross, don’t you?”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “Just where the hell has he been?” he blurted out.

“Planet Snivellus,” said James with a sigh and a shake of his head. “Well anyway, Snape, why don’t you lower these nice trousers of yours and get to work?”

Snape seemed to shrink back into the pillows. “Leave me alone,” he said, a red flush of embarrassment slicing across the skin of his face like a death-sentence. James licked his lips.

“I can lower them for you,” Black taunted, and Snape shuddered, sitting up properly so he could remove his pants and underpants . . . .

Snape watched grimly as James unbuttoned his own trousers—casually—and gave him a smile he probably fancied to be supportive. Snape clenched his hands into fists.

“Do it,” Sirius said, openly staring at Snape’s crotch where the large cock was laying dormant. He reached out to touch it, but seemed to come to himself as Snape hissed and backed up in hopes the hand would not follow him. He was fully prepared to smack it away if need be, wand or no wand. Sirius merely shrugged.

“Yeah,” James said, swallowing hard. “Get yourself hard first, why don’t you? I could help if you want.” Snape scoffed at the fact James Potter just offered to help him with anything at all.

“I have it under control, thanks,” he said silkily. He ran a hand along his cock, head low so his hair shrouded the other boys’ view of his face. It made him feel more secure. Less naked.

“Don’t hide that pretty face,” murmured James. He reached out with a fingertip to raise Snape’s chin and the eyes that met him when he did so were flashing with so many feral, furious emotions that he reached for himself with his other hand, cupping himself with the familiarity of a normal teenager, reveling in the feel of hand and genitals coinciding.

Snape seemed furious that James would mock him that way, but Sirius liked the idea. Actually, James had been quite serious, though he wouldn’t let his friend know that. But if it were just he and Snape, he thought, he might have tried convincing him he was, indeed, not altogether hard to look at.

Sirius thought that, if James weren’t there, he would have done something to show that he felt Snape wasn’t so bad in the looks department, at least not as bad as the marauders let on normally. But, James was there, and James liked to mock Snape, so Sirius no idea that James was actually being truthful in saying he thought Snape beautiful.

Snape thought that he might believe it, coming from one of them, just for a moment, were it not for the fact that there were two of them, so that it was obviously some sort of a game. He ignored these feelings and instead looked from one to the other, pushing James’s hand down from its spot under his chin, but then not releasing it afterward so that they were sort of . . . holding hands.

Snape swallowed, taking himself in hand and leaning forward. This was it. He felt humiliated, really, as he put on this vile show. He lapped at the tip of himself for a little while, wetting it as he suffered from the eyes of the other boys.

James’s cock began to throb. Sirius inhaled sharply.

Another series of licks. He ran his tongue around the head in gentle circles, like it was a familiar lover and not just himself. James was already starting to leak small drops of precome as he ran fingers over himself.

Snape looked as if he were slowly beginning to ignore their presence. He popped the head between thin lips, still licking, and it caused his hips to jerk slightly, making James moan. He looked up, head not moving, to see James touching himself, and tried to ignore the effect the sight had on him as he took in more of himself.

It wasn’t much later he was down as far as he could go, spine curved in a way Sirius thought looked too good to be true, and very truly edible. When he started to suck, Sirius lost all pretense of keeping up appearances and tremblingly took his cock in hand after nearly ripping the front of his pants in two.

Snape’s eyes were closed tightly as he sucked at himself and shuddered. The sensations always made him moan—and more so now that he had company, however undesired it had been at first—and each moan intensified the sensations. It was a circular wave of pleasure that he created, and in turn was recreated by it. Recreated into some being who was so wanton all they were was a collection of hedonistic murmurs of flesh and lips and tongue and body-wide tremors of lust and feeling.

He was only vaguely aware that one of his hands still held to James’s as he pleasured himself so greatly. Sirius’s needy moans painted the air, and James was groaning in harmony. They had never seen the likes of it before, a boy with lips around his own cock. They’d heard of it, or at least Sirius had, but to see it was another thing entirely—especially when the boy in question was the reserved, snarky Severus Snape who now had no insults and no hexes and no curses, just licks and swallows and slurps.

“The map . . . is fucking . . . genius,” Sirius whispered to James, his breath fluttering over the heated skin of his friend’s face.

“Yeah,” said James in reply, and suddenly he shot, shuddering and groaning. Sirius pulled away again, quickening his own pace. When Snape pulled back to nibble and suck at just the tip of that large cock, Sirius came unexpectedly. He whimpered at the beauty in front of him, pulsing his come out onto the bedding, and some hit Snape as well.

Snape had caught sight of some of the pulses of Sirius’s cock and began to suck at himself more vigorously, suddenly needing the taste of his own come more than usual. As he shuddered endlessly into his own orgasm, he whined and squeezed James’s limp hand.

His lips were full and swollen as he took his last swallow and lick, pulling off with a sigh. He licked at them, pink and soft as the petals of a rose, and leaned back, eyes closing delicately.

Sirius and James stared at each other with identical, pleased grins. They were still grinning when Snape’s eyes reopened.

“Please . . . .” Snape started the statement, but then looked unsure if he should finish it or not.

“Please what, dear?” Sirius snickered.

“Please Obliviate me.”

It’s James’s turn to laugh. “Sorry. I want you to remember this moment, to remember that, even to an enemy, self-sucking is just about the hottest thing anyone—even you, greasy and odd as you are—could do. Don’t be ashamed. If I could, I’d be doing it too.”

Sirius wanted to do it, really, to Obliviate Snape, if only because Snape wished it. But to defy James? Plus . . . he wanted Snape to remember this day too, so that maybe if Snape ever really, truly wanted him . . . he shook his head at the waywardness of such thoughts.

Snape shuddered. They left him alone, finally, then, and he tried desperately to not picture James sucking off himself, tried not to picture Sirius doing exactly the same. Too bad he’d never been any match for his own imagination. He rolled over onto his side and ignored the arousal the thoughts seemed to be stirring in his mind well before it could truly manifest in his body. Well, actually . . . he wasn’t quick enough. He groaned and buried his face in the pillow. He’d never forgive them for making him want them both.