But first, let's just put this in a safe place, shall we?
*much more quickly than the eye can follow, his movements magically accelerated far beyond Sirius' ability to react, Tom extracts Sirius' wand from his robes*
*Sirius is Petrified and Silenced, then levitated like luggage up the stairs* *Tom grins at all of the students they pass, implying that the whole thing is just another of the Marauders jokes*
*hot wave of anger rolls through him, fists aching to clench*
*can't quite keep back the grunt as he hits the floor, knocking the wind out of him* *rolls quickly to his feet, hands curling into fists, fury flushing his cheeks and making his eyes glitter*
*angry rush of breath, struggling against the wall and then the pull to his arms*
*lips curl at the colour, but this is quickly the least of his worries as he's stretched and stripped with alarming speed*
*opens his mouth to answer back when he's struck smartly and the shock removes his ability to speak for a few moments* *scattered, breathing hard with surprise and outrage* *hisses* Bastard.
*notes Sirius' reaction to the colour and pulls off his own tie*
*he ties it around Sirius' neck, tight enough so that Sirius can't swallow, can't breathe, without being aware it is there*
*he smirks and pats Sirius on the head when he is finished*
Now you're a proper little Slytherin slut. And don't you worry your pretty little head about me or what I am, because in the end it's your own arse that's going to be sore.
*he slaps Sirius again, his lip curled in derision, mocking*
*he slides off his robes and then opens a couple of buttons at his own neck and rolls up his sleeves*
*he picks up the whip*
And that is yet another reason why we love Sirius (each in our own way, of course). *g*
*tries to pull away as the tie comes around his neck, but is hampered by the wall at his back* *turns his head this way and that, trying to loosen it, swallowing against the pressure of it*
*scowls at the pat*
*flushes at Tom's next words, mouth shifting* *winces at the slap, making a wordless sound of rage* *eyes flash* Fuck you.
*can't help watching Tom's graceful movements, his eyes drawn to him inexorably* *swallows when the whip comes up, but manages to keep his expression even*
Maybe I should just get more inventive with my insults.
*lips part under the brush of the handle, throat tight at the press of the tie* *wets his lips as the whip moves away, still feeling a slight buzz on them as an after effect of the handle's touch*
*eyes go flat, expression watchful*
*hisses, chest arching forward at the lash, arms tensed and pulling at the cuffs* *hangs still in them again, breathing hard, head starting to lower, eyes still on Tom* *lips curl back from his teeth* Feel better?
*leans over to whisper in his ear, keeping an eye on his wand hand*
It's been a long time.
*squishes* Feel free to ignore him if you like. ^__^
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*stiffens, standing up straighter*
*mouth hardens, wand hand twitching*
What d'you want?
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Any number of things, and I intend to have them.
But first, let's just put this in a safe place, shall we?
*much more quickly than the eye can follow, his movements magically accelerated far beyond Sirius' ability to react, Tom extracts Sirius' wand from his robes*
*firmly* Seventh floor. After you.
*has huge warm fuzzy smile* Aww. ^__^ ♥
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*teeth grit and he looks daggers at Tom, face tight with fury*
Why should I?
Hee hee hee! Yay! *squishes more*
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You dare question me?
Petrificus Totalus!
*Sirius is Petrified and Silenced, then levitated like luggage up the stairs*
*Tom grins at all of the students they pass, implying that the whole thing is just another of the Marauders jokes*
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*thinks every curse he can at Tom, fully aware that his body would be trembling with anger if it could move*
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*laughs lightly and pats Sirius on the head*
Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long. Look, we're already here.
*Tom leaves Sirius to hover while he paces outside the Room of Requirement*
*when the door opens, he pushes Sirius inside*
Finite Incantatem!
*all of the restricting spells end, and Sirius crashes to the floor*
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*can't quite keep back the grunt as he hits the floor, knocking the wind out of him*
*rolls quickly to his feet, hands curling into fists, fury flushing his cheeks and making his eyes glitter*
Don't you ever fucking do that again.
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*chillingly calm*
You have no one to blame but yourself.
*reaches into an inner pocket of his robes and brings out a simple leather whip, about three feet long*
Come here.
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*mouth turns down*
Oh really...?
*sucks in a breath in spite of himself at the sight of the whip*
*evenly*
Make me.
*facepalm* Sirius apparently needs a whole new set of lessons. XD Dear Lord. This boy really does have a death wish, doesn't he? *loves*
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*green leather restraints slither down from a silver hook high above, wrapping themselves around Sirius' wrists and pulling his arms upward*
*another hissed spell and Sirius' shirt is unbuttoned and pulled off his body, the fabric ripping when it can't get past the restraints*
Your eagerness, while understandable, is still no excuse for poor manners.
*Tom walks forward and slaps him across the face, the blow mild enough to be insulting even though it pinks his cheek delightfully*
Oh, my. Well, I don't think he's in any danger of dying, if that helps. Not literally anyway.
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*lips curl at the colour, but this is quickly the least of his worries as he's stretched and stripped with alarming speed*
*opens his mouth to answer back when he's struck smartly and the shock removes his ability to speak for a few moments*
*scattered, breathing hard with surprise and outrage*
*hisses*
Bastard.
*snorts* He's just being uppity... obviously. ;)
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*he ties it around Sirius' neck, tight enough so that Sirius can't swallow, can't breathe, without being aware it is there*
*he smirks and pats Sirius on the head when he is finished*
Now you're a proper little Slytherin slut. And don't you worry your pretty little head about me or what I am, because in the end it's your own arse that's going to be sore.
*he slaps Sirius again, his lip curled in derision, mocking*
*he slides off his robes and then opens a couple of buttons at his own neck and rolls up his sleeves*
*he picks up the whip*
And that is yet another reason why we love Sirius (each in our own way, of course). *g*
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*turns his head this way and that, trying to loosen it, swallowing against the pressure of it*
*scowls at the pat*
*flushes at Tom's next words, mouth shifting*
*winces at the slap, making a wordless sound of rage*
*eyes flash*
Fuck you.
*can't help watching Tom's graceful movements, his eyes drawn to him inexorably*
*swallows when the whip comes up, but manages to keep his expression even*
Aw. *grins*
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*grabs Sirius by the tie*
*brings the handle of the whip up to Sirius' lips, brushing it gently against them, kissing him with it*
Soft, isn't it? I thought of you the moment I saw it. Wanted to watch it mark your pretty skin.
Keep your chin up.
*he takes a step back and very deliberately raises his arm and strikes, raising a lovely red welt across Sirius' chest*
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*lips part under the brush of the handle, throat tight at the press of the tie* *wets his lips as the whip moves away, still feeling a slight buzz on them as an after effect of the handle's touch*
*eyes go flat, expression watchful*
*hisses, chest arching forward at the lash, arms tensed and pulling at the cuffs*
*hangs still in them again, breathing hard, head starting to lower, eyes still on Tom*
*lips curl back from his teeth*
Feel better?
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