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Sirius knew it was a bad idea to be roaming around the dungeons alone.
He just needed to get away.
Another moment in the dorm room, with the silence pressing in around him, would kill Sirius.
A walk would do him good, Sirius had decided.
The dungeons were the best place because there was no chance he could run into any of his former friends.
Which is why he was in his current predicament.
He had been so distracted, worrying over Moony that he didn’t notice the slytherins before it was too late.
Snape slammed him into the hard stone walls of the dungeon. Two other snakes stood behind him. Sirius grit his teeth, trying not to let the pain show.
He wouldn’t let Snape affect him this time.
“What are you doing down here, Black?” He taunted, “looking for some dom to whore yourself out to.”
Snape was obsessed with the fact that Sirius no longer had a dom.
Sirius couldn’t go a single day without him hissing something about unruly submissives who needed to be punished. It seemed like Snape cared more about the break up than Sirius did.
He pressed his lips together, refusing to engage.
Another slam. The bones in Sirius’ body seemed to shake. Snape reached for Sirius’ hair, tugging at it.
“Nothing to say, bitch?”
He bit his lip. ‘Don’t react.’
Hands wrapped around Sirius’ throat. Pure panic seized though him. Sirius tried to jerk back but the hands tightened. A whine forced its way out of his mouth.
The sound seemed to delight Snape. His eyes lighting up with giddiness.
Sirius jerked back again and the hands finally fell.
He stared at the ground, breaths coming in hard and fast. His shoulders shook a little bit. ‘Be good. Don’t react.’ Sirius pleaded himself.
Snape sneered, looking at his lackeys, “I can’t believe they let untrained mutts run around without an owner.”
Laughs sounded from behind him.
Sirius grit his teeth. His cheeks burned in embarrassment. ‘Don’t react. Be good’
“I mean,” Snape continued, “No wonder your brother hates you, you’re nothing but a pathetic submissive. A disgrace to the Black family name-”
‘Ignore him.’ Sirius told himself. ‘Be good.’
Silence didn’t deter Snape- it egged him on.
“You think you can get away with ignoring me?” Venom poured out of Snape’s mouth.
Sirius glanced up at Snape, finally making eye contact, he opened his mouth to say something but Snape continued to talk.
“Honestly Black did no one teach you any manners? Lupin clearly dropped you because your a bad submissive-”
Bad submissive.
Sirius was bad.
The rest of Snape’s impassioned speech were downed out by Sirius’ thoughts.
He was a bad sub. Not deserving of a dom.
Remus couldn’t stand him.
He was probably waiting for an excuse to get rid of Sirius.
No one wants a sub who can’t obey.
A sub who flinches at loud noises and refuses to obey orders.
Sirius was bad.
Snape grinned at him. Malice shining in his eyes. He opened his mouth and more awful poison spilled out, “we’re all waiting for a dom to come and beat some obedience in you.” He smirked at a fellow slytherin, “maybe I should do it. Save whatever poor sod that gets stuck with you the trouble.”
Sirius clenched his fists. Nails biting his skin, grounding him.
“Enough.” A familiar voice said from behind him.
Sirius didn’t need to turn to know that it was James. Despite himself, relief flooded through Sirius.
“Aww are you here to save your little whore,” Snape cooed.
Tears stung at the back of his eyes. Sirius pushed them away. He was not going to cry because of Severus Snape. He wasn’t that pathetic.
“Don’t speak about my sub that way.” James said, his voice clear and cold.
Sirius froze.
His sub?
Snape had the same reaction; his mouth dropped open and he looked wildly between the two of them.
Then, a cruel smile reemerged, “you really are sleeping with everyone you know-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence before James had slammed his fist into Snape’s nose. Snape stumbled back, hands reaching up to cup his face.
His eyes held so much fury that Sirius couldn’t help but flinch back.
“Anything else you have to say about my sub.” James said, head held high.
Snape swallowed, glaring up at James. He grit his teeth and righted himself. Nott looked slightly uncomfortable from behind him.
He only cared when Sirius was the property of another dom.
Snape shot one more vile look at Sirius. “It’s about time someone put you in your place.” He hissed. Then he turned on his heel and angrily stormed away. His minions following close behind.
It wasn’t until the slytherins were out of view that Sirius let out a breath of relief.
He leaned against the cool stone wall, all but collapsing onto the floor.
James looked down on him. A strange expression in his eyes.
Finally he asks, “did they hurt you?”
Sirius nods slowly.
“Where?”
He slowly reached for the collar of his shirt. Pulling it down, Sirius reveals what he imagines to be colorful bruises wrapped around his neck in the shape of hands.
James sharply inhales from above.
He lowers himself onto the ground next to Sirius. “Can I touch you?”
Sirius doesn’t hesitate. He nods, moving closer to James.
The touch on his neck is barely there. It was just James inspecting the damage.
Still, Sirius wants to cry.
No one had touched him that gently in a long time.
The urge to lean into the touch and beg James to never let go was strong.
“Okay,” James sighed, “do you- should we- do you want to see Madam Ponfrey.
Sirius immediately shook his head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Sirius rasped.
James’ brow furrowed, “does talking hurt?”
‘Yes.’ “No.”
It didn’t look like James believed him but he still stood up and offered Sirius his hand, gently pulling the smaller boy to his feet.
“Why did you say that?”
“Say what?”
“Why did you say that- that you’re my dom?” Sirius asked, voice so low it was barely discernible.
James shrugged, looking away. “I wasn’t going to just stand there and let him speak to you like that.”
“Aren’t you embarrassed?” Sirius blurted out.
“Embarrassed about what?” James asked, face twisting in confusion.
“Well,” Sirius huffed, “I’m far from the ideal sub.”
“Okay-?”
“And well you know it wouldn’t be very good for your reputation to be seen as my dom-”
“What.” James cut in, voice as cold as it had been when he was speaking with Snape. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m angry and annoying and hard to train and the exact opposite of obedience and bad and it- it looks bad to have a sub who can’t behave and now that you- now that you lied to Snape now everyone is going to think that you have a bad sub who can’t obey and that your sub doesn’t respect you and-”
“Sirius.” James snapped, his voice filled with anger.
Sirius’ jaw snapped shut.
He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Don’t say those things about yourself.”
“But they're true-” Sirius said before he could stop himself.
Fury burned in James' eyes, “they are not.”
“But-”
“Are you questioning me?”
Sirius shrunk back from the tone in James voice, “Sorry no but-”
“You are not allowed to say those things. That’s a rule.” James said with finality.
Sirius wanted to argue but he just nodded, the fight drained out of him.
“Okay…”