A/N: this was inspired by... Trust me you don't wanna know.
Anyway Sirius, Sevvie and James might be just a bit OOC, but it works with the story I think.
Apologies spelling grammar and OOCness
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Those rights belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them real quick.
"Prongs you didn't!"
"Why yes Remus, yes I did."
"That's disgusting James." Sirius said from his seat near the fireplace, his face was scrunched up in disgust and he had moved to sit up instead of slouching like before.
It was Peter's idea.
Two days before during one of their less than sensible, firewhiskey feuled escapades in the shrieking shack, the marauders decided to play a game of truth or dare.
Not their best idea.
After two hours of revealed secrets, slug swallowing and bottom licking (don't ask), Peter Pettigrew came up with what three of the marauders agreed was the most diabolical, under handed, revolting and near impossible thing anyone could possibly imagine doing ever in the history of wizardom.
A dare so unimaginably unthinkable that only a worthy reward could possibly convince any of them to actually go through with it. And even then the person doing the dare would have to be pretty desperate to even contemplate doing it.
Surprisingly enough James Potter is the one who accepted the dare and even reminded Wormtail of their little wager once the hangovers had cleared and most of their memories from the previous night had disappeared.
His reason for accepting was desperation.
You see the reward for completing Peter's challenge was a brand new broom, which was to be delivered the second his task was completed.
Which is something James really needed.
During an "accident" concerning the forbidden forest and absolutely no firewhiskey whatsoever James had managed to somehow mangle his last broom beyond any kind of magical repair. His parents unfortunately refused to buy him another one, until he went at least one month without ending up in Dumbledore's office or getting detention.
Something that was proving to be very difficult for James.
And with the all important quidditch game against Slytherin coming up, young mister Potter was running out of options.
Which is why James begrudgingly accepted the dare, regardless of how degrading, revolting and absolutely horrifying the dare seemed to be.
And what was this apparently devastating task that James was reluctant but absolutely determined to complete?
Well the answer is as simple as it is gut wretching.
He was to bed Severus Snape.
Now when I say bed I don't mean tucking the pale skinny Slytherin into bed and reading him a bedtime story. I mean the dirty deed. The horizontal mambo, a roll in the hay, wham-bam-thank-you-mam(or sir I suppose in this case), he had to get in the slytherin's pants, put his dick in Severus' box and give him a proper shag.
If you still don't know what I mean then I'll put it in clearer more subtle terms.
James Potter was to fuck Severus Snape.
Unfortunately despite Potters incredibly handsome features, popularity and devastating charm. Snape managed to resist him magnificently, not surprising since saying that the Slytherin hates him was probably putting it lightly.
Snape loathes him, Potter couldn't get within five feet of the black haired boy without getting hexed or cursed. Which was why two perfectly fine days had gone by without James getting very far.
Honestly. If it had been someone else, anyone else James probably would have fucked them five times over by now.
Snape's hatred of him was a problem that the gryffindor simply couldn't find a way around.
Until today that is.
"You actually kissed Snape?" Remus gaped at James almost dropping his charm's book on the floor. Not understanding how his friend could be so smug about kissing his mortal enemy.
Peter looked about the same as Lupin. "Merlin. You can't be this desperate for a broom James, you're actually serious about going through with this?"
James shrugged, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's Snape, Prongs." Sirius said with a glare before looking back at Peter. "Wormtail just buy him the broom and James will pay you for it later."
"Or I could just do the bleeding dare and get the broom for free." James interrupted as he folded his arms over his chest.
"But this is Snivellus, James." Sirius said with exasperation, looking a lot like Remus when he was trying to talk them out of pulling a prank. "Look mate, this was funny the first day but c'mon are you actually going to fuck Snape. Severus Snape, do you realise what your doing? Did Evans knock something loose when she punched you the other day? Do we need to take you to St. Mungo's?"
"Your overreacting Padfoot." James said dismissively and he let his eyes drift back to Remus who was still gaping at him. "Moony?"
"You kissed Snape?"
"Yes Remus, I kissed Snivellus."
"But you didn't do him?" Peter asked looking like he was on the verge of hysterics, a wide grin had spread over the teens lips and he looked only seconds away from laughing.
"No."
"Why not?"
James resisted the urge to glare at his friend.
Really he had no idea why he couldn't manage to screw the Slytherin when he had the chance. Snape was just being so damn difficult. No one's ever resisted James before, well at least not for this long.
And especially not after he kissed them.
Yet somehow the sleazy little git did and actually got away. The blow to James' ego in that moment was immeasurable, especially since the actual kiss wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be.
If James was being honest with himself, he'd admit that it was actually pretty good. Snape's hair wasn't as greasy as everyone think it is and the look of complete horror on the Slytherin's eyes when he kissed him was enough to encourage him to try again. He's always wanted Snape to cower and beg at his complete mercy (or rather cruelty) after all and there was more than one way of doing that.
"He got away from you didn't he?" Peter finally broke and started laughing, "Bloody hell! Who would've thought, James Potter rejected by the ugliest bloke in hogwarts."
"Yes very funny Wormtail," James shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the portrait hole. "Just have my broom delivered before Friday."
He couldn't help put shoot a curious glance towards Padfoot as he walked out. He of all people should be getting the biggest kick out of the situation, yet for some reason he was the most against the one thing that had the potential to be the greatest prank the marauders ever pulled.
If he somehow found an angle that wouldn't ruin his reputation.
Either way James has never ever failed to do a dare and Severus Snape certainly wasn't going to be the one to ruin his streak.
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It was late.
Dinner had long since passed and James hadn't seen Siruis since the common room earlier. The gryffindor still couldn't understand why Sirius was making such a big deal out of it. Even if it was Snape.
It was just a shag, its not like he was marrying the slimy prat.
Hands shoved deep in his pockets James smirked when the way to the dungeons came into view. Despite the little incident earlier James was still sure he could pull it off, all he has to do is catch Snape off guard.
There really is only so long that someone can resist James Potter.
The dungeons were dark, dimly lit and cold as always.
James was cursing himself for not wearing his robes when a voice coming from a nearby classroom interrupted his thoughts.
The door stood slightly ajar and James peered inside to find Snape standing against one of the desks. The gryffindor's eyes widened when he saw the other person in the room.
Padfoot.
Sirius stood less than a foot away from the other, his face was twisted into a scowl as he glared with total revulsion.
"Answer me Snape."
James doesn't think he's ever seen his best mate as pissed as he was at that moment. Sirius looked absolutely furious.
"N-no of course not."
James blinked.
Sure Snivellus was a wimp and a bit of a crybaby, but the gryffindor has never heard him sound like that.
There was a level of fear and vulnerability in his voice that James had never heard before and his face was even worse. The slytherin looked simply terrified.
"Don't lie to me, he's been going on about it all day. So I'll ask you this one more time, did you kiss James or not?"
"No I didn't, b-but he did kiss me." Snape looked down at his feet in an attempt to avoid making eye contact with the brunette.
Suddenly Sirius grabbed the front of Snape's robes and pulled him forward as he snarled, "And you let him?!"
"I didn't mean to he just," Snape started pulling at the others hands to try and get him to let go. "He cornered me just after transfiguration and I tried to get away but he-... I couldn't."
"So that's it then? You just let him touch what's mine?!"
James' jaw hit the floor.
'What's his?! What in Merlin's name does he mean by that?'
"Did you kiss him back?" When Snape didn't immediately answer Sirius shook him before pulling him closer. "Did you?!"
Some of that old defiance and anger suddenly rose up in Snape's eyes. "No, I didn't and even if I did what would it matter, I'm just a toy to you aren't I?"
Sirius paused as he stared into those dark eyes.
"An arrangement of convenience for both parties right? I let you fuck me and you'll talk to Lily and get her to forgive me. The thing is, I'm the only one holding up our arrangement aren't I."
James almost fell over from the shock of what he just heard.
Did Sirius really-
But he wouldn't... Would he?
Sirius' eyes flickered down to the bunched up material in his hands and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "These clothes are new."
Severus visibly tensed and Sirius glared, "Where did you get these?"
The slytherin swallowed and showed as much courage as any gryffindor James had ever seen as he kept staring right into Padfoot's eyes.
"They were a gift."
"From who?"
"Why do you care? I'm just a toy, why do you care who dresses me?"
Sirius' eyes softened and he gave a sigh, he let go of the robes and let his hand slip down to the raven's narrow hips. "I do care Severus. Do you honestly think I'd waste all this time on you if I didn't? We both know I don't have the patience for that."
Doubt flashed across Snapes eyes and the slytherin bit his lip. James blinked again, not surprising since Severus doesn't usually show this much emotion if he ever shows any at all.
"But Lily-"
"I'll speak with Evans as soon as I get a chance I promise." When Snape didn't look up at him Sirius let go and took a step back. "Unless you've decided that you don't need my help, in which case I suppose this is over and you can find your own way of making up with her."
Sirius turned to leave and Snape panicked.
"No wait!" The raven grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Please don't, I'm sorry I-... Just don't go. Lily's all I... I'm sorry, Sirius."
James almost winced at the look in Snapes eyes.
Desperation, terror, loneliness.
Through all his years of bullying the slytherin and forcing him away from Evans, it never occurred to him that Snape might actually love her.
That he isn't just some blubbering prat that's trying to turn her dark or another pureblood supremist trying to hurt her.
He never realised how much Snape loves her until now. James tried to look for that greasy little snake that he loves to hate but he couldn't find him, all he saw was a pale pathetic boy who was so desperate to get back his one and only friend that he'd do anything just to have the chance to talk to her again.
Even if it meant shagging his worst enemy.
"I'm sorry," Sirius turned back and stood still as Snape braced his hands on his shoulders to lean up and kiss the corner of his lips.
The smirk on Sirius's lips was the same smirk he wore whenever they pulled a prank and didn't get caught or got away with disfiguring some random student, usually Snivellus Snape, without anyone noticing.
"I forgive you." Padfoot wrapped his arms around Snape's thin waist and stepped forward to push him against the row of desks behind him. "Your not just a toy to me Sev, despite how I may act or what you may think I really do care about you. But James doesn't, you'll need to make sure to stay away from him no matter what. He'll just use you before tossing you aside, like he does with all his other flings."
James found himself getting angry at that, sure he hasn't really had any serious relationships to speak of, but that doesn't mean that Sirius can imply that he's some kind of whore. Besides he's one to talk, Padfoots love life is twice if not three times more scandalous than his.
"That's what Lucius says about you." Snape mumbled staring off to the side, but Sirius caught his words and immediately growled.
"Malfoy?! Since when do you hang around him?" The brunette glared before tugging at the ravens robes, "I suppose he's the one that gave you these then and what did you do for him I wonder, letting people touch things that don't belong to them are you Sev?"
Snapes eyes widened, "No, they, these were Narcissa's idea. She says someone as talented as I am will make a fine ally to the Malfoy family so... so she thought I should dress as such."
Sirius gave a snort when he thought of his cousin, "Narcissa, of course she would, but that doesn't change the fact that Malfoy's the one who bought them. How do I know your not warming the gits bed in those slytherin dorm rooms at night?"
And then the unthinkable happened, Severus blushed, James could barely believe his eyes it was so shocking.
The slytherin let his head drop so a curtain of black covered his face, "Malfoy doesn't see me that way. You're the only one who's ever shown that kind of interest in me."
Sirius smiled moved a hand to tilt Snape's chin up to look at him, "And I'm the only one who ever will."
James grimaced at the subtle put down that somehow managed to make Snape's eyes soften a bit. Seriously, didn't he hear how that sounded?
"I'm the only one who'll ever want you Sev. I'm the only one who actually cares, that's why you can't let anyone else touch you they way I do." Sirius slipped his hand up into Snape's hair, the raven locks seemed to flow right through his fingers and smiled.
His hair really isn't greasy, James thought that he might have imagined that detail of the kiss he'd encouraged on the slytherin earlier.
When did Snivellus start washing his hair?
Has it always been that way?
The arm around Snape's waist tightened and he was brought flush against Sirius' chest.
"This is mine, your not to let anyone touch it. Not Rosier, not Malfoy and especially not James. Is that clear?"
"B-but what about Lily, when we started this you said you'd talk to her and that was months ago."
"And I will. Our deal still stands, as long as you take care of me, I'll take care of you, right?"
Snape seemed to hesitate for a moment before giving a slight nod, "Right."
Sirius grinned as he moved forward a bit more and leaned forward forcing Snape to sit on the desk he was pressed against, "Say it properly Severus, just like I taught you."
Just when James thought he'd seen it all, 'Merlins bullocks! The blush actually gets darker'
"Yes, master."
Sirius' smirk grew as he pushed the slytherin down, before climbing over him. The animagus made quick work of the raven's robes, before leaning down to press his forehead against Snape's. "Now what do you say?"
Snape's eyes went wide as he stared back into Sirius' eyes, before pulling together some courage simultaneously trying to ignore the sound of what little was left of his dignity and pride being flushed down the toilet.
"P-please master."
"Please what boy?"
James gaped, 'boy?!'
"Please fuck me."
The gryffindor outside of the class finally felt like he might actually pass out from the sheer shock of it all. Severus Snape just begged one of his greatest enemies and tormentors to-
All of this, for Lily Evans? James obviously underestimated exactly how much Snape actually loves the auburn haired girl. She really must be the only person in the world he has.
Sweet bloody hell!
James didn't even think he'd be able to make that kind of sacrifice for any of his own friends, let alone someone who refuses to speak to him.
He watched as Sirius kissed the 'boy', apparently, beneath him while his hands worked to rid him of the rest of his clothes, though he barely lowered his own trousers. Severus was completely submissive, letting Sirius do what ever he wanted with his body only making to move when Sirius demanded it.
Without even realising it James hand wandered down to his trousers towards the unnoticed bulge in his pants. There was something hypnotic about the scene in front of him.
He's always wanted Snape cowering at his feet, submissive and completely willing to do whatever he asked. But James' fantasies never really went beyond making the slytherin cry or humiliating him in some way.
The slytherin whimpered and moaned despite his current situation, pleasure is pleasure after all. But it was still obvious that the Slytherin didn't like the person giving him all that release. He'd gasp the others name as Sirius moved inside of him, pressing his clothed chest against his back as he fucked Snape into the table.
James breath started coming out in pants and he stayed transfixed in the door, still unaware of the hand rubbing over his erection.
Snape would try to close his eyes but Sirius would always make him open them, until they both finally released. Snape with a sharp cry and Sirius with a growl before they both slumped onto the table.
James eyes went the widest yet as he witnessed a post orgasm Snape, who really made a dangerously sexy little picture.
Bruised lips open and panting, his eyes were tired and hazy while a dark blush flushed his face. He looked so different that way, Snape's normally harsh features were softened and the clean hair draping over his face and the thin strands clinging to his obviously heated skin made him look somewhat younger. His dark eyes were blown wide while the orgasm induced haze made it look like you could see his soul if you just stared into them long enough.
Snape's eyes lazily moved over to the door, but James made no move to leave as he knew that the raven was too far gone to actually see him. For a moment it felt like Snape was looking right at him as he whispered,
"Master."
And with that James Potter came undone. The gryffindor had to bite his knuckle in-order to muffle the sound of his own release as he came in his pants.
Now he was really wishing that he'd worn his robes.
Sirius leaned down to kiss all along Severus' pale thin shoulders as he pulled his clothes closer and started helping the slytherin dress.
James quickly left, trying to make it back to the dorm rooms as quickly as he could manage. He did a cleaning spell on his pants so as to avoid any uncomfortable questions, before going through the portrait. The common room was empty so James headed straight to the dorm rooms where he found Peter and Remus playing wizard chess on Lupin's bed.
Being sure to keep his features calm, James walked over to his bed and started getting ready for bed.
"Where have you been?"
"Got held up after dinner."
"By what?" Peter asked with a curious gaze until it grew into a smirk. "Did you actually manage to get Snivellus this time?"
James fought off the blush threatening to bloom on his face and gave a snort, "Snape isn't the only one I have my eye on."
"Well then do you know where Sirius is?" Remus asked not looking up from the game board, "I would've thought that you'd be with Padfoot since he isn't here either."
James shrugged as he pulled out a pair of pyjama bottoms and started tugging off his clothes. "Dunno, haven't seen him since this afternoon."
Remus frowned, "That's strange."
Just then Sirius strolled into the room with an indestructible smirk on his face and Remus almost groaned. "Merlin I'm afraid to ask."
Sirius laughed as he flopped down on his bed, "Relax Moony, I didn't do anything wrong. I promise it was all consensual."
"Consensual?" James asked trying to keep the sarcastic tone from his voice, is what Sirius is doing considered consensual or is it forced?
"Yes Prongs, consensual."
Peter gave a snort, "What was her name, or don't you remember?"
"Oh I have a name, I just don't feel the need to tell it."
Remus shook his head dissaprovingly even as he asked, "What house is this one from?"
Sirius grinned as he folded both his hands behind his head, "Slytherin."
Lupin gave an exasperated sigh, "Of course she is."
"Run out of girls in the other houses, Padfoot?" James teased after he'd changed and gotten into bed, even though he really wasn't in a joking mood.
"No, I've just decided to explore new horizon's."
"In slytherin? I know there are some right proper chicks in slytherin, but do you really have to sleep with the enemy."
"Only if they beg," Sirius grinned even wider, "How could I possibly deny someone who just kept pleading for me to-"
"Alright then, games over. I'm going to bed." Remus announced as he shoved the chess board into Peters chest and forced him off his bed.
Sirius let out a chuckle, "You're no fun Moony."
"Good night Padfoot." Remus huffed as he slipped into bed with Peter doing the same in his own bed.
Sirius seemed lost in his own world as James glared at him from his bed, for the first time ever he found the smug look on his best mates face simply infuriating.
He couldn't help but think about what just happened. What Sirius did was beyond wrong, sure it's probably no worse than the other things they've done to the slytherin in the past but something about this felt so...
Wrong.
Other than his sudden discovery of a conscience James also couldn't stop thinking about how Severus looked just before he left. The raven looked absolutely fuckable and James could almost see himself pushing Sirius aside so he could have a go.
It bothered him that tomorrow Snape would be back to being that cold slimy little prat he always was, saving his other human self for Sirius' eyes only. Although the thought was insane James couldn't help but feel jealous. Jealous that Snape would willingly submit to no one other than Sirius, jealous that he was only going through with all this so he could speak with Evans. It hardly seemed fair.
Who was Padfoot to decide who Snape shag's and who doesn't, he's just using him anyway.
He's never going to talk to Lily, if he really wanted to he would've done it a long time ago. No, Evans was his leverage. Without her, Snape wouldn't let him come within two feet of himself.
James lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling trying to decide what his next move should be. After all he still had a dare to complete and with the extra incentive of seeing Severus Snape melt, James felt himself even more determined to get to his goal.
Besides its not like Sirius actually fancy's Snape, he's just using him. Maybe James could convince Snape not to tell and Sirius would never have to know. And even if he finds out so what, that whole "your mine" routine might work on Snape but James didn't buy it. This is all a game to him, so really Sirius wouldn't mind right?
It's just one shag. It's not marriage and it's not like Sirius actually cares right?
"Goodnight Padfoot." James pulled some sheets over himself and moved until he was comfortable, ignoring the odd gleam in his best mates eyes as he stared up into nothing.
"Night Prongs."
The End
A/N: that's it. Originally I was gonna do a threesome PWP with a similar plot but like halfway through writing it I just kinda got bored with it. Maybe I'll try again someday.
Besides I kinda like it better this way.
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