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[gala_apples]

*FUCKERING FUCK*

*excessive swearing*

ok, i handed(well, emailed) in my hp_rareathon stories awhile ago. and i mean, a while. like, over a month ago. and i had two, i had to pinch hit.

AND I GO THERE TODAY BECAUSE I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO COLLECT MINE, AND THEY'RE NOT UP!

so i joined the comm, so i could post them myself, and i don't have posting rights.

so damn it, they will be posted here. sorry if it's not your pairing, but something has to be done.

Pairing: Snape/Bill
rating: R
summary: a day in established relationship.

Standing in front of the coffeeshop, Snape shook his head. "God, this place is dirty. Tell me again why we came here."

"Suck it up, Snape. You love it." Giving him a strong nudge, I laughed. There was no disputing the truth, it was filthy. God, Percy would have hated this as much as my own mother would have. That was at least something they had in common. As I found our seats in the crowded coffeeshop, I could just imagine what my mother would say to this. One of the things she'd always disliked about the country was the proliferation of eating stalls by the most peculiar, unhygienic places. Luckily enough, I didn't share her tastes.

It was a place Khepri's grandmother used to bring us for late morning breakfasts on the occasional weekend, a dingy little corner shophouse in the centre of the hustle and bustle of Cairo. Crisscrossing narrow, busy streets full of buses, donkeys and zigzagging motorcyclists, she'd navigate her way through the mind-boggling maze armed with an umbrella to ward off the rain and the occasional snatch thief to a nondescript shophouse - that incidentally sold the most divine beef noodles in town. The cleanliness of the place was questionable at best, the food could be counted on to be liberally coated with a fine coating of dust and smog from the streets and the service was truly appalling.

Yet as a point of nostalgia, I occasionally still met up with them at the same place. Desk job or no desk job, you can't always forget your friends. Oh yeah, and it still served the most divine beef noodles, despite its shortcomings. And I can personally attest to the fact that not once have I - nor anyone that I knew - suffered from food poisoning after eating here.

It was painfully obvious to me by then why there had been such an urgent renewal of ties. All of us were here after all, well, all of us still in the city except for Mukarramma, who'd rather be caught dead than attend such a lame meet and Joseph who'd rather hole up in his dreary studio than socialize. It had been obvious to me since Adom had pulled me aside on the sidewalk moments ago with the news that there was a rumour going around the office that I had met someone. For anyone else in the group, it wouldn't have been that big an issue. But I wasn't the type to settle down.

No one loved a juicy bit of gossip more than Adom and we'd spent half our time together bitching about some other member in our group. When something particularly exciting happened he would stick his head in the floo and talk. Relishing his latest tidbit, he had started expounding on the identity of the alleged lover. When questioned on his sources, he pleaded the fifth and remained mum, and I racked my brains trying to find out who could possibly have spilled the beans on our relationship.

I wasn't worried that someone would discover my own sexual inclinations since they'd probably take it in stride since it was expected. Bill bungee-jumped, Bill got arrested for drunk flying, Bill moved to Egypt on a whim, Bill decided to try on men. Then again, Bill liked bucking the rules and shocking everyone so what else was new? But Severus. Damn, the guy had never even skipped class. He would hate being questioned. As I tried to reach over to give some warning to him, he waved my hands off his thighs and gave me a brief warning look.

Anything I could have said had to be postponed when the waiter came over to take the orders. Already a pro with the specialties here - and our individual preferences, Khepri quickly rattled off our choices, and picked a easy dish for Severus. Right after the waiter hurried away, after picking up our order in his typical brusque, almost rude manner, my cousins started their interrogation.
"Who's the guest?" Oseye asked.
"My partner." It wasn't a lie. This group of people were quite adept at finding lies, almost as good as mum. But it wasn't a lie, it was something that could be taken out of context. And it wasn't my fault if it got takes out of context.
"Well don't think that we won't talk with him here."

As usual, Adom started off with the first volley. "Now, Bill, you aren't going to weasel out of this."

Ever the older brother, I was counting out the chopsticks and spoons and handing them out along with the folded paper napkins. At his question, I glanced up absentmindedly. "Weasel out of what?"

"We have been hearing rumours about you."

One little question like that had our tough little potionsmaster looking like he'd been bodyslammed. I willed him to calm down, it would only get worse. "What? What kind of rumours?"

"Really raunchy ones," Khepri smacked her lips emphatically. She had great lips, quite inventive ones too, as I should know. "I never expected it of you, Bill, but they always say still waters run deep."

"You're crazy." Keeping his gaze steady on hers, Severus spoke slowly although his dark face started turning red. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, and I should. I work with him very closely."

Odd thing about my man. You can tease Snape about anything and the man will have a frosty, sarcastic zinger at the ready but just add in a whiff of sex and the man falls to pieces like a virginal schoolgirl. It continued to amaze me since the insatiable tiger that ravaged me in the bedroom certainly didn't mince any words when it came to what he wanted in sex. That man certainly wasn't a prude. My own version of Mr Jekyll and Hyde.

"You sure I've got it wrong?" Pleased that the information given hadn't misled him, Adom smiled like the cat that got the cream. "You're blushing, co-worker. Did I embarass you?"

There was an odd, almost pained expression on his face and I could just imagine what he was thinking. Undoubtedly torn between throttling Adom - and hiding his head beneath the rickety table. Finally taking pity on the blubbering man, I laughed. "Adom, come on. That's enough." Getting some reprieve, Severus turned to me with a grateful look but after a brief moment, that look turned to frank suspicion.

Annoyed at the interruption, Adom swatted at me with a paper napkin. "Gimme a break, Bill, we only get this chance once in a lifetime. You've already got so much dirt on me, I really need some ammunition of my own. And if that involves interrogating co-workers, well, what's done is done."

To my surprise, even quiet Anne waded into the fray. "I think he's right, Bill. I so rarely hear of the big brother's relationships."

"Anne." From across the table, Adom eyed his younger sister warningly.

Normally, Anne would never back down from anyone, or anything but one pointed look from her brother had her compliant as a puppy. Hoping it was family loyalty and love rather than cowed obedience, I smiled quietly to myself. Unfortunately, Khepri wasn't as easily convinced.

"Oh, come on, Bill, don't hide it. Tell all your woes to Khep, pretty please. You know I'll hound you 'til forever. Tell me which lucky girl has you dreaming up sexy wet dreams for lunch."

"You're a persistent lil..." Hoping to placate her, I clumsily fell into her trap. "Look, Khepri, it's no one you know."

"Ah, there is someone."

"And that's all you'll get." I answered flatly. "Go bug someone else."

Adom still wasn't through with pestering him for information. "Come on, hey coworker, is she pretty?"

That got a small but wicked smirk out of Severus and his dark eyes slid slowly to me. "Yeah, she is really pretty. Long, thick eyelashes. Really great dark hair. Amazing legs."

"She sounds lovely," Anne said encouragingly. "When did they meet?"

"That's all you'll get from me."

There was a cold finality in his voice even Adom understood. Leaning across the table, he pinched my cheek and my lover scowled. "You are a spoilsport, Bill, but I'm glad for you."

Pleased that he had evidently given up, Severus smiled and managed to forgive the pinch he'd given me. "So, is the interrogation over? Or do you want a blood sample?"

"A semen sample would be good."

That seemed to be pushing it a little too far. I rested my hand on his and squeezed hard. "Adom."

Although she grinned unabashedly at me, Khepri's look was far from approving. "Staying in London is turning you into a model citizen. I don't know if I'm entirely pleased with that."

Looking up, Bill rose to the challenge with a sly grin. "Don't worry. I might have picked up a few things."




Braving the sweltering heat and the relentless crowd, the Khepri and Anne wandered off to Petaling Street in search of the perfect T-shirt, Oseye and Adom went back to work and Severus and I dawdled behind them. After a lecture for about ten minutes, Severus finally gave in to peer pressure and put in a floo to his assistant. It was evidently easy to goof off when you were the boss and the ever efficient Grace was frankly over the moon that her workaholic boss was finally taking a day off.

Work was far from Severus's troubled mind however as he leaned over to voice his thoughts. "That was a close call."

"You've got that right," I replied, nodding in agreement. A couple of kids skid by on snazzy skateboards and I wondered whether I should get one, but dismissed the notion. Not only would I look a damned fool at my age but I could just imagine Severus' horror at the thought. Before, the thought of his reaction would have spurred me on but now I held back.

He continued in his train of thought. "Any idea how the hell Adom got such an idea?"

It was the question that had been nagging me the whole morning and I still hadn't found a sufficiently logical explanation. Shoving my hands into my back pockets, I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "Who the hell knows. He refused to tell. Pleaded the fifth and all that."

"He couldn't have thought it out all by himself, could he?" Snape started sputtering. "But you haven't shown .. you haven't changed.. What signs.."

As he struggled through his explanations, I looked at him with a smile. "You know, I think you might have mellowed down a little, old man."

"Fuck you." The tips of his ears turned an adorable shade of red as he turned his gaze away. "Do you think she believed the lie I told?"

Aiming a teasing look at him, I said to him. "I think I half-believed it myself. Who's the long-legged slut I'm sleeping with? Should you be jealous?"

"You are not funny." He aimed one of his cool glances at me and I smiled. "She doesn't know about us then?"

"I don't think so, Severus. I doubt she'd believe it if she had caught us necking in your office." I sincerely believed that. Even I found it a little hard to swallow when I first caught him ogling a particularly delectable six foot piece of man. Hard enough to imagine serious Snape as a sexual being, but a raving homosexual with sexual urges? It was as mind-boggling as finding out that Mother Teresa had been a closet lesbian with violent sadomasochistic fetishes.

Then again, I had some really obvious bite marks on my ass to prove my point.

"Well, if she caught me with my tongue in your throat, I bet she'd get a clue then," he replied in a whisper with a dead-pan look that had me laughing.

A portly old trader yelled out the bargains at his stall and I turned to look. Rows of colourful printed T-shirts and Bermuda shorts lined the stall but that wasn't what caught my eye. Reaching out to catch John's arm, I stopped him to point something out. "Hey, look, cute PJs."

"Stop it," he warned me, his dark eyes narrowing.

I laughed. It was one of his odd idiosyncrasies and I loved to tease him about it. While Bill Weasley, the unabashed hedonist, wore loose boxers to bed - and on more than one occasion wore absolutely nothing, Severus Snape went to sleep in perfectly matched pjyamas, vertical-striped and buttoned up. Even after jousting in the sheets, the man would find the time to get up and put on his pyjamas before sleep. A slave of his own routine.
"Dark blue stripes. You'd look really hot in them."

"Shut up." He blushed. "They're just plain old grandfather pyjamas. You don't have to make fun of it. I know there's nothing particularly tantalizing about.."

"Trust me, it makes me hot." And oddly enough, it did. Something about the combination of the innocent, conservative PJs and the hard, tight body underneath had the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Edging around to his back, I pressed hard against him, nudging suggestively against the seat of his pants. "See what I mean?"

From previous experience, I half-expected him to move away but Severus remained stoically in place. His deep voice was unexpectedly tinged with laughter as he warned me in a low murmur. "You'll get us arrested for indecent behaviour in public, Mr Weasley."

"No one can see my erection from here," I whispered back. The afternoon crowd bustled around us but no one looking would have suspected that the serious looking businessman was getting a insistent boner nestled against his well-muscled butt.

"But they can see mine."

Imagining Severus hard and ready wasn't helping my condition any and I had to restrain my original impulse to confirm his words. With a defeated sigh, I drew away and gave him a discreet pat on the butt. "Humping in Petaling Street. Severus Snape, you are a man of many surprises."

Turning around, he gave me a gentle shove, his dark eyes lighting up in amusement. "Don't even think of doing that again. You're a bad influence."

He remained silent as we strolled by a few more stalls and I did the same, willing my dick to behave. It was difficult, especially when I still harboured fantasies of shoving an unsuspecting him into a dark back alley for a quick, satisfying grope.





I was standing in front of my wardrobe dressed only in my boxers and dripping from my bath - and I still had no idea what Severus was up to. All I knew was that I had to dress up. Placing a call to my friends only got me some advice on being on my best behaviour from Leela and advice to wear my sexiest thong from Rafe. That didn't exactly help. Rifling through my shirts, I picked out a flattering shade of shell pink and turned to check myself out in the floor-length mirror.

"Damn, you look hot, Bill."

"Can it, Tonks. Don't you knock?"

Laughing, she stepped into my room. Those dark brown eyes twinkled with unholy amusement. "Why bother when I can catch an eligible bachelor in skimpy boxers? Nice butt by the way."

"Shut up." I mouthed across my shoulder as I eased myself into the shirt. Nicely taut across the shoulders, it showed off my pecs just right. Might as well give the man a preview of what he was gonna get tonight. "How do I look?"

"You always look hot, Bill." Leaning against the wardrobe door, she folded her arms and looked at me. There was a naughty little half-smile on her face that was warning enough. "Maybe I should date you, good-lookin'."

"Get out of here, you're a girl." I said a little louder and shoved her away from my wardrobe.

Chuckling softly, she walked over to my bed and jumped right on top of it. It had been weeks since my sheets had been rumpled since I'd been sneaking over every night to Severus'. Leaning back on her elbows to get comfortable, Tonks kept her cool gaze on me as I continued dressing. "So dinner with Severus, huh."

As I buttoned up the cuffs on my sleeves, I turned to her slowly, lifting a red brow. "Yeah, so?"

"Umm.. You guys are really together, huh."

"Yeah...?" Stretching my words, I paused to look at her. "You got a point there, Tonks?"

She laughed, slightly embarassed. "It's nothing.. it's just kinda weird."

Since the day Tonks had burst into my room to catch Snape and me in a passionate clinch, she seemed to have taken to the idea of me dating him like a duck to water. Expecting an emotional nightmare from everyone that found out, Severus was to be disapppointed. Amazingly enough, Tonks didn't seem to find it odd to have us two guys together and even took to teasing Severus about his first relationship. Since Severus was only just too glad to have it not be a big deal, he let the teasing slide.

"Two guys together? I thought you were okay with that." Slipping my legs into a pair of tight black pants, I turned to face her. "If you're not, I just might have to hit you."

"I am. I am." Tonks flashed an engagingly boyish grin as she shook her pink head. "It's just you.. you two guys."

Walking in to the bedroom to face her, I eyed her questioningly. "Well, you keep saying that and I keep on not understanding."

"Look, both of you are.. kinda my role models and now the both of you are going out together. It's just weird, I guess."

"You're kidding? Really? Me?" I blurted out in patent disbelief.

She let her shoulders fall in a shrug. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

The second time she said it didn't make things any clearer. It was one thing to have Snape as a role model, doing something potentially deadly to save his beliefs.. But me? "You're sure? long-haired, earring-wearing me?"

She grinned. "You're cool, man. You never take any shit from anyone and you always do what you want, you don't seem to care much about what anyone else thinks. And you're always great with the younger kids."

Always nice to find some support when you least expect it. Tossing her a grateful smile, I nodded. "Not to mention you could also count on Bill to cover up for a big scrape?"

Her grin widened. "Yeah. That too."





"Only you could carry off that shirt."
"Can I take the fact that you're drooling over me as a compliment?"

"The manager looked like she would prefer you on the silver platter," Severus grumbled half to himself as he shook open the napkin. As we'd been ushered into the private salon of the restaurant, the young female manager could barely keep her eyes off my superior ass. Not that I could blame her entirely. But that didn't mean that she had to bring in an appetizer on the house with a wink and a smile for me.

Keeping my amused gaze on me, I patted him soothingly on the arm. "Severus, now, now, you already know I'm your main dish."

"Don't tempt me. I'm this close from jumping over the table."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised he would say that in public. He normally kept bed functions to the bed. Maybe this was a turn around? Maybe we should take a 'washroom break'?

Reading my intentions easily, he jerked back in surprise. "Bill, I didn't get myself cleaned up to be mauled."

The astonishment on his dark, handsome face was enough and I settled into a deep laugh, my arousal put aside for the moment. There would be time enough for that later. It always amazed me that I had been keeping such an uncontrollable libido in check for so long. It was simple enough - I saw Severus and I got a hard-on. Seeing how sinfully good the man looked tonight, I knew I couldn't be entirely blamed. "So what do you think?"

"This is wonderful. And I bet it'd cost like hell," he replied with a slight lift of his dark eyebrows.

For a change of subject, I brought up his recent switch. "Albus says he wants you back. Would you ever consider teaching again?"

"Bill, we both know that would depend on his attitude. He's been intolerable lately. Now, what exactly did he tell you to make you think he wanted me back?"
"He says your early work is brilliant to say the least. If you're willing to work hard, and go back to potions, and not goof off like the idiot that you were while you tried DADA, he'd be willing to take you on again."

Snape winced. "His words."

"Yeah, you know how he talks lately." It was an amusing thought imagining Severus working with the stern Headmaster Dumbledore again. Tempers were definitely going to fly and I wondered how long it would be before he would quit. Perhaps this time it would be different. "He's gonna be whipping you into shape."

"I'd prefer you holding that whip," he murmured softly, his deep voice going down an octave, face rising a shade.

"So would I."

"God, you're a bigger pervert that I am." Severus chuckled softly, looking down at the table.
"That's definitely cause for a celebration but that's not the reason we're here."

"It's not?" Our hands were still linked together and he tugged my hand closer to himself. "You're acting secretive and that's not like you."

"It's not a secret. Well, not anymore."

"What is it? Are you going to tell me you have a secret wife stashed somewhere?" he said lightly.

"Not funny, Severus." I said in a warning tone. Now, that it was time to speak, I found it more difficult than I imagined. My heart started thudding in an unfamiliar way, my stomach was filled wih nasty butterflies and I found my throat choked up with feeling. Perhaps I was right to get myself totally smashed up before saying anything.

"Look, I always wanted to tell someone .. well, someone I care.. I wanted to say that I love you, Severus."

"Is that all?" Severus replied. "You already said that. I heard it clearly enough the first time."

"I was half-drunk and that wasn't the right place."

His laugh was cool, and just enough to give me that arousing thrill down my spine. "Yes, it was. I only needed to hear the words."

"No, it wasn't right." I shook my head vehemently. As I got warmed up to the theme, I continued a little more eloquently. "I've never told anyone that and I always imagined something different. A different setting perhaps. A warm tropical night beneath the stars, a secluded alcove, soft music in the background."

His beautiful eyes widened slightly. "Look, I don't need all that romantic shit."

"I do. And you might not admit it but you do too. Your parents might not have ever cared to make things right but I will, Severus. You can count on that."

"Why, you romantic son of a bitch." he replied, his voice a tad husky.

"I do have my hidden talents."

"You gonna get on your knees tonight? That's your best talent, I'm afraid."

Lifting my eyebrows, I gave him a suggestive grin. "You don't have to ask me twice."

Severus leaned forward on the table and I could see that the devil had come back into his eyes. His thick, sensuous lips widened slowly into a wicked smile. "Guess you're gonna get really lucky tonight, Mr Weasley."

"I already am, Mr Snape." I told him as I eased myself away from the table and crossed over to his side. There was a swinging jazzy beat to the sentimental song playing and I knew it would be just perfect. Putting out my hand, I gestured for him to stand up. "Come, let's dance."

In some surprise, he looked around the empty salon. "In here? People might come in, Bill."

"Let them. You're not afraid, are you?"

"Not with you," he replied. Rising from his seat, he took my hand in his own and tugged me close. The familiar hot, musky scent of his cologne tickled my senses and I recalled the scent lingering on my sheets in the early morning. Oddly enough in the few months we'd been together, Severus had left his distinctive imprint on my heart just as easily. He faced me with that sexy smirk, and I gently traced the contours of his steep cheekbones, the almost imperceptible stubble on his recently shaven jaw, the firm, thin lips. He was a gorgeous bastard.

I knew Severus didn't want to be found out, but for now, it didn't matter as much as having Severus in my arms. "Hold on to me and dance."

"But.."

"Shut up."

"What has gotten into you tonight?" Severus said suspiciously as he leaned into me, sniffing for the evidence. "Are you drunk again?"

"Yes." I shifted my head and smiled. "Drunk on you, hot stud."

His lips twisted into a sneer. "Now, that's just bullshit."