Sirius stood beyond his body, and at that moment he just realised he was dead. 

His face was deadly pale and ugly, like some sort of cheap chalks left behind in the rubbish bin. Nobody would like to glance or even smell them. As a matter of fact, the significance of being dead  didn't contribute much to his realization about himself  and life. It was rather the ugliness bit that disturbed him. 

He was ugly, as ugly as a drawned spider. Stretched out widely on the surface of water and  being helplessly ugly. It was like Snape, the typical dark creature.

What a crap. Sirius frowned to himself and cursed everything he could blame for.

Most of all, it was Snape, who Sirius wanted to curse and strangle of all people. That filthy little bastard was all the reasons that making him suffer. Of all living and dead people.


Lucius was smiling rather elegantly to Wormtail  and Snape stood beside him, like a frozen bat. It was obvious funny to see Snape of  being totally indifferent and emotionless, without his sneering facade or wearing that shitty smug on his face. Apparently, the senario of torturing Sirius Black by Lucius Malfoy didn't turn him on, it rather left him in boredom.  


How could the slut being so calm about his death?  Snape supposed to laught the shit out of his ass. 

Sirius felt sick when he laid his eyes on Snape.

Lucius put his hand on Snape's ass and grabbed it hard. Snape  didn't say anything about it and stood still as he was. 

" Pathetic nerd." 

Lucius cooing the words to Snape's ears, Snape lifted his chin a bit in order to let Lucius licking his earlobes. Wormtail kneeled down to his knees and was trying to undress Snape. Snape said nothing but fumbled at his belt in haste to unbutton it.

Sirius glaring at the trio, mostly was Snape that he was glaring at. He knew Snape wasn't in the mood to fuck anybody. It was easy to interpret from his movements then, as Sirius had been fucking Snape for years. 

For how many years from now and then? When they were at the age of 14 or 15? Sirius couldn't remember the exact date, but he would always know the fact that they were shagging each other.


He would always remember how did Snape moan beneath him, he would remember how Snape spread out his legs widely for Sirius, he would always remember how did Snape panted Sirius's name in his silky voice.  Sirius could remember every detail of Snape because it made Sirius believed that Snape was in love with him. Snape was his own bitch.


Snape moaned beneath Lucius and he was panting his name as if he was saying a prayer. Peter made Snape opened widely for him. Snape squirmed a bit when he got into him. His eyes were blurry. 

Sirius looked into that pair of black eyes,  but he saw nothing inside.



Sirius would always remember how did they look like when they were sharing glares in the Hall. Snape would sneer at him and beatle black eyes of his would hide his little joys of seeing Sirius looking at him. Sirius knew Snape knowing that he was looking at him, he knew that he always knew. 

Lucius was kissing Snape and Snape let him doing so. Peter was trying to push his cock inside him, Snape frowned a bit but he let him doing so. Snape was undeniably wanted to have sex then.


Sirius was watching the trio. Snape was responsive to every caress they made to him. 
His black hair covered his face and Sirius couln't tell much about his facial expressions. 


You wanton filthy whore. 

Sirius said to Snape and Snape heard him. 


As matter of fact, Sirius saw nothing over there, despite two teenager boys lying on the lawn, hands were held as tight as they could be. 

One was smiling happily and the other smiled back. The sun was big and warm, everything was beautiful and lovely, as if they were from the candy shop.

Sirius would remember how soft Snape's lips were, as he was trying to cover them with his hands. Snape mumbled something and his hot breathe passed throught Sirius's fingers.  It was warm and soft, he felt like to kiss them forever and ever.

It was lovely, they were lovely.


Sirius suddenly felt a strong sharp pain, from his heart. The nostalgia hit him hard and that bitter long for things made his eyes blurred.

I think I hate you , as I always did.

He said to Snape and Snape heard him.



Deep voiced moans became high-pitched screams, Snape told them to fuch him hard, as hard as knife cutting flesh. 

" Do as you wish." Lucius smiled to Snape.






Finito

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 yeah, i made it, within 2 hours and didn't check for typos or grammar mistakes.