I Cry James Potter/SSnape-not finshed yet
I Cry
You said good-bye
I fall apart
I fell from what we had
To I never knew
I needed you so bad
Both men struggled to catch their breath after their having sex for the fourth time that night and they both finally collapsed against the soft bed as sweat made it’s way down their bodies.
Silence followed and soon Snape felt his eyes growing heavy. He was about to fall asleep until the sounds of James moving next to him in the bed, made it’s way to his ears and soon a voice followed after.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to my wife.” James said.
He bent over the bed picking up his shoes and quickly putting them on, not once looking at the other man on the other side of the bed. Once he lace them up, he grabbed his shirt from the floor, along with his pants and belt.
“You say that every time James and yet you still seek me out.” Snape said
“I mean it this time. I’m done with this…this lying and fooling around and…I’m having a son on the way…a son! I can’t keep lying.” James snapped, his fingers running through his hair.
“So, you rather lie to Lilly? To pretend to be happily married to her? If so, go ahead...lie to your wife. It won’t change anything. You will only be changing one lie for another.”
“Stop being an ass! This isn’t about you…” James turned to him after putting his pants on.
“It has never been about me James, it’s always what you wanted or how you felt, never me and by the way..” Snape said as he got up from the bed, naked as he made his way toward the other male, stopping only inches from the tall man.
“There was never anything to stop. This...all of this meant nothing! Now get out.” Snape spat.
James growled. “You’re a liar..”
“Get out and go to your wife and you’re soon to be son and leave me be and maybe the next time we meet, it will be on different sides.”
James pushed him back a step and yelled. “ What? So you can become a death eater? Like hell I would allow that! I told you from the start that we would be lovers on the condition that you would stop working for the dark lord and to turn to the good side…”
“I’m not the one with the problem here, Potter! It’s you who came to me first! I never asked to be you’re lover. I never asked for anything, nothing, not a bloody fucking thing! And it’s you who wants to end it? Well, fine! GO!” Snape pushed James toward the door but the brown haired man dung his feet in the ground, trying to stop the process.
“Stop!” James spun around grabbing Snape by the neck and holding the shorter male against his half naked body. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt Lilly anymore but I don’t want to see you throw you life away to the dark lord…”
“You have to choose one, you can’t have both. You arse.” Snape grunted against the pressure against his neck.
“It’s either me or Lilly, which will it be?”
~ooOoo~~
Years later Snape watched with dark hooded eyes as Harry Potter made his way to the sorting hat to be placed in a house. It’s been years since he thought about his ex lover and all his anger and anguish bubbled it’s way up his chest at the sight of the young boy that looked like his father.
“Even in death he hunts me.”
You said good-bye
I fall apart
I fell from what we had
To I never knew
I needed you so bad
Both men struggled to catch their breath after their having sex for the fourth time that night and they both finally collapsed against the soft bed as sweat made it’s way down their bodies.
Silence followed and soon Snape felt his eyes growing heavy. He was about to fall asleep until the sounds of James moving next to him in the bed, made it’s way to his ears and soon a voice followed after.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair to my wife.” James said.
He bent over the bed picking up his shoes and quickly putting them on, not once looking at the other man on the other side of the bed. Once he lace them up, he grabbed his shirt from the floor, along with his pants and belt.
“You say that every time James and yet you still seek me out.” Snape said
“I mean it this time. I’m done with this…this lying and fooling around and…I’m having a son on the way…a son! I can’t keep lying.” James snapped, his fingers running through his hair.
“So, you rather lie to Lilly? To pretend to be happily married to her? If so, go ahead...lie to your wife. It won’t change anything. You will only be changing one lie for another.”
“Stop being an ass! This isn’t about you…” James turned to him after putting his pants on.
“It has never been about me James, it’s always what you wanted or how you felt, never me and by the way..” Snape said as he got up from the bed, naked as he made his way toward the other male, stopping only inches from the tall man.
“There was never anything to stop. This...all of this meant nothing! Now get out.” Snape spat.
James growled. “You’re a liar..”
“Get out and go to your wife and you’re soon to be son and leave me be and maybe the next time we meet, it will be on different sides.”
James pushed him back a step and yelled. “ What? So you can become a death eater? Like hell I would allow that! I told you from the start that we would be lovers on the condition that you would stop working for the dark lord and to turn to the good side…”
“I’m not the one with the problem here, Potter! It’s you who came to me first! I never asked to be you’re lover. I never asked for anything, nothing, not a bloody fucking thing! And it’s you who wants to end it? Well, fine! GO!” Snape pushed James toward the door but the brown haired man dung his feet in the ground, trying to stop the process.
“Stop!” James spun around grabbing Snape by the neck and holding the shorter male against his half naked body. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt Lilly anymore but I don’t want to see you throw you life away to the dark lord…”
“You have to choose one, you can’t have both. You arse.” Snape grunted against the pressure against his neck.
“It’s either me or Lilly, which will it be?”
~ooOoo~~
Years later Snape watched with dark hooded eyes as Harry Potter made his way to the sorting hat to be placed in a house. It’s been years since he thought about his ex lover and all his anger and anguish bubbled it’s way up his chest at the sight of the young boy that looked like his father.
“Even in death he hunts me.”