Gift for Lodessa!
Note to self: going to bed at 7pm is a surefire way to fuck up your posting schedule.
Title: Family Ties
Author: blackmoonruby
Recipient: lodessa
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sirius finds that the bonds of family run far deeper than he had thought.
Warnings: Does cousin!sex count as incest?! *grin*
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Sirius stared out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, gazing unseeingly at the scenery rattling past. He paid no attention to the chatter of his friends around him, and it was only when he had a Pumpkin Pasty waved under his nose that he really realised where he was. He swatted it away and glared round the compartment.
‘Are you sickening for something, mate?’ Peter asked. ‘Only, this is food we’re talking about!’
‘Yeah,’ James chipped in, ‘bear in mind you’ve got six weeks of my Mum’s cooking to look forward to!’ He mimed sticking his fingers down his throat, which caused Peter to splutter half of Sirius’ rejected pasty down the front of his shirt.
‘’M not that hungry,’ Sirius muttered, and turned back to the window.
‘Bloody hell, Padfoot, what’s wrong with you?! This is it, mate: we’ve finished school! No more boring lessons, no more sodding libraries, no more of that miserable tart McGonagall pulling a face like a cat’s arse at us…’
James’ declamation was interrupted by an elbow in the ribs and a hissing in his ear from Peter.
‘Ah. Yes. You’re probably right, Wormy, my esteemed colleague. It most likely is the future dearth of our delightful Head of House that’s making our canine chum wetter than a weekend in Skegness. Never mind, Pads, I’m sure you’ll find some other hatchet-faced bag to develop a crush on in the Real World.’
He stopped, in the face of a very stern stare from Remus; who quietly crossed the compartment to sit next to Sirius and put a hand on his arm,
‘What is it? They may not be the most sensitive of souls, but they are right, you know. I thought you’d be running up and down the train throwing your uniform out of windows by now. What’s wrong?’
Sirius looked at him for a long moment, and then, looking down at his clasped hands, muttered, ‘It’s Regulus.’
‘What about him?’
‘I got an owl from Bella yesterday. The little prat’s getting deeper in with … well, with her and all her cronies. She was crowing like a crazy bitch about it; laughing at him for being pathetic, laughing at me for being unable to stop him.’
Sirius lifted his face and looked Remus in the eye, his face hardened in determination.
‘She says he’s so incompetent he’ll get himself killed. She says there’s nothing I can do about it. Well, she’s wrong. I’m not going to sit back and just let that happen. He’s my brother.’
There was an awkward silence as the other three occupants of the compartment digested this.
‘Um, what are you going to do then?’ Peter asked tentatively.
‘I’m going to go back there, and I’m going to have a word with him. I-’ he held up his hand and the two mouths about to offer their opinions snapped shut, ‘I know it’s not likely to make a difference, but I can’t not try. He’s my brother,’ he repeated. James and Peter looked abashed.
‘It might work, you know,’ Remus pondered. ‘Despite all his posturing, he just wants to be liked. He must have had a hard time of it, being the only one left. He may just listen to you: the big brother who had the balls to tell his parents where to go…’
Sirius shot him a grateful look, and the train rattled onwards.
~*~
Two days later Sirius stood outside his parents’ front door and waited. He didn’t trust his father not to have changed the wards, and he daren’t try and open the door himself. He hopped from foot to foot under James’ Invisibility Cloak until, at last, the door opened. He heard footsteps behind him, and pressed himself against the porch just in time as his cousin Narcissa and her Malfoy beau swept into the house. Grabbing his chance, he snuck in behind them and crept into a corner, catching his breath.
The door to the drawing room was ajar, and he could hear sounds of celebration coming from behind it: clinking of glasses and jovial voices. His father’s pompous monotone, and the tinkling giggle of his brother. Sirius smiled slightly as he heard that, remembering the times he had ridiculed his brother for laughing like a pansy. He shook himself, and forced his mind back to the matter at hand. He had to get Reg out of there somehow, talk to him alone…
He was so wrapped up in his plotting - if I wait long enough, he’s bound to need the loo. I can follow him and talk to him then. Um, he might be a bit shocked, so best to do a Silencio charm on him until I’ve had my say, and then - no, we may take too long, perhaps collar him like that and arrange to meet him. Oh, but WHERE?! - that he barely registered the silky, female tones coming from within the drawing room, never mind what it was that they were saying.
‘Oh, Orion, you’ll be so proud of your son. He actually did it last week; he got The Mark. He did squeal a little, but then he is only sixteen. It suits him though, don’t you think?’
And then the unmistakeable shape of his cousin Bella was silhouetted in the doorway. Amid the ostentatious trappings of his family home, overlaid by the petulant whining of his brother, Sirius was forcibly reminded of his past; of a time when Bella and Narcissa were always there: teasing, taunting and tormenting him. A spark of anger grew within him as he thought of the misery she had caused, the frenzied tossing and turning in his adolescent bed as her image flickered in front of his eyes, flicking her hair, stretching, writhing and flaunting herself at him.
He caught sight of her in the doorway, and his breath caught in his throat. Merlin’s right buttock, she was gorgeous! Sleek, sinuous, with that shining curtain of black hair, she was enough to tempt a house elf. He felt himself stirring as she tipped back her head to laugh, revealing a smooth, creamy throat.
Belatedly, he realised about what she was so happy. Stood next to her was Regulus, beaming with pride. His left sleeve was pushed up to the elbow to display a … what was it? It looked like a tattoo of a skull with a snake in its mouth. Bella, nestling up against him, pushed up her own left sleeve to reveal the same design.
Suddenly, all of Sirius’ pennies dropped with a resonant clang. This was what had made Bella so jubilant in her owl. This was why she thought he could do nothing to save Reg. This was His Mark, and that miserable bitch had doubtlessly teased, jeered and cajoled Regulus until the spineless brat had given in. Sirius felt his anger escalating as he thought of what she had done. That was his brother in there, and she was treating him like … like cannon fodder! All right, so he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, in fact he could be an irritating, sycophantic prick at times, but still, how DARE SHE?
It was at that moment that Sirius realised that although he had cut himself off from his family, the ties still lingered despite it all. No matter what he may think of the name, he was still a Black, dammit, and he was not going to just stand there and let some trumped up harpy drag his idiot brother to his grave without giving her a piece of his mind! He conveniently ignored the murmur from his subconscious that there was another piece of him, besides his mind, that was becoming quite interested in being given to her, and shrugged off the cloak. His rage crystallising, he had stormed across the hallway before his brain could utter a warning. It had just offered a tentative Um, hang on, are you sure you know what you’re doing here? as he slammed open the door into the drawing room.
Standing in the doorway, he looked round the room, slightly horrified by what he had just done. Walburga and Orion were regarding him as though he were covered in Erumpent dung and wearing a cologne made from distilled Kneazle vomit. Regulus looked petulant and sulky that he was no longer the centre of attention and Bella merely raised an eyebrow.
‘Well, well, if it isn’t little Sirius,’ she drawled. ‘Have you forgotten that you don’t live here anymore? Has the poor mixed-up boy got all confused? Or does he just want his Mummy?’
‘No, you manipulative, vicious whore, I don’t want my Mummy. What I do want, though,’ he approached her as he spoke, punctuating his words with a jabbing finger into her chest, ‘is to know who the hell you think you are to be signing the death warrant of a kid like him.’
He jerked his head at Regulus, who bleated something about it being nothing to do with her, that it was his idea and he knew exactly what he was doing. Sirius barely heard him as he stood eye to eye with Bella, whom he had backed up against the wall, and who was snarling at him as surely as he was at her. His breath was coming fast now, and he had to fight an almost overpowering desire to grind himself into her. Her eyes flashed and her tongue flicked over her bottom lip as she held his gaze.
His parents had finally roused himself. They both stood, shouting vitriol at him. As they moved closer, Regulus joined in, posturing and protesting that he was more than capable of looking after himself, that he didn’t need cowardly, disloyal scum like Sirius looking out for him. Over the cacophony, Orion’s voice came clear. ‘What do you think you’re doing here?’ he yelled, wand pointed at Sirius. ‘Get out of my house!’
Sirius stepped back. Regulus was in too deep for him to be able to do anything about it now, and he was wasting his time if he thought that his cousin had any form of conscience.
‘Thank you for reminding me why I left,’ he spat. ‘I hope you all rot in hell for all eternity,’ and he turned on his heel and strode out of the drawing room, head high. He snatched up the cloak as he passed it, and had one hand on the front door when he heard footsteps behind him. Cursing himself for hoping that it might be Regulus, that there may still be a chance to help him, he turned and saw Bella, a sneer at her lips and a triumphant glint in her eyes.
‘Poor little Gryffindor,’ she crooned, ‘couldn’t resist a call to arms. Nobly racing to the rescue like a knight on a white charger. What a hero!’ She raised the back of her hand to her brow in a mock swoon.
‘Oh dry up, you melodramatic tit-head,’ Sirius snapped, and turned back to the door. He stopped dead at the feel of a finger stroking the back of his neck.
‘Don’t be like that,’ a silky voice murmured. ‘You used to like it when I played the damsel in distress. It made you,’ a hot breath caressed his ear, ‘hard. ’
‘Sod off, Bella, that’s not going to work,’ Sirius choked out in a strangled voice. ‘Just because your husband can’t get it up doesn’t mean I’d shag despicable scum like you.’
Undeterred, she continued nuzzling his neck, and her hand slid down his side to linger on his hip, fingers circling gently. ‘This has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with me and you. You can’t deny we were good.’
Disgusted by the way his treacherous body was responding to the caresses, Sirius nevertheless shifted his hips so her fingers were brushing the bulge at his crotch. ‘I was fourteen, Bella,’ he said drily. ‘At that time, the Giant Squid would have been good. The fact that you had tits and a pulse made you just about perfect.’
‘All the more reason to do it again, then, to prove what we can really do together.’ Her fingers began to stroke more firmly and his breath came harder. ‘After all, they say you never forget your first…’ she broke off to nibble on his neck, just behind his left ear, the way that always got him going, always had done since that first time.
He was assaulted by a sudden flashback to a Sunday afternoon in his bedroom. He sat in his chair, watching a naked Bella sprawled on his bed, one hand between her legs. He was mesmerised by her long fingers dipping in and out of her damp folds, rubbing herself with evident pleasure. His adolescent self had been awed by her beauty, and stunned when she had allowed him to join her on the bed.
Recalling with a thrill the brand-new feel of a woman’s body under his hands he allowed himself to snap. The cloak fell unheeded to the floor as he spun round to face her. He hardly noticed the self-satisfied smile on her lips as he slammed her into the wall and pressed himself into her.
‘You’re a smug bitch, you know. I hate smug bitches.’ Pinning her hands to the wall above her he ducked his head and bit at her throat. Her moan of desire shot straight to his groin. Nipping, licking, sucking, his mouth moved slowly up her neck and along her jawline until his lips brushed hers.
‘You made me beg,’ he said bitterly. ‘Now it’s your turn.’ He held his mouth mere millimetres from hers, feeling triumph as she strained towards him, a small sound of frustration in her throat.
‘I had to watch so many times while you touched yourself, made yourself come, yearning to feel you, but you never let me.’ His cock aching, he rubbed his hips against her as he spoke, smiling to himself as she parted her legs and squirmed against his thigh. She fumbled in her robes, drew her wand and muttered cloaking and silencing charms, looking him straight in the eye all the while. He hated himself for knowing exactly where this was going, and for not being strong enough to stop it.
‘But I was worth the wait, wasn’t I?’ she taunted. ‘And remember when I sucked you that first time?’
Sirius dropped her hands as he remembered. It had been so unexpected, in the dining room of all places. She had appeared out of nowhere, dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his fly. He'd had to bite off a yell as she took him into her hot, wet mouth, lips and tongue swirling around his cock until he exploded. She had swallowed with relish, swiped him clean with her tongue, stood, and left, licking her lips. Not a word had passed between them.
He crushed his mouth to hers at that, devouring her with a searing, open-mouthed kiss. He channelled all his anger and resentment into it, and she responded with fervour, darting her tongue into his mouth and twining her fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. He worked his hands between their bodies and freed himself, gasping as the tip of his erection brushed against her robes.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her, flushed, panting; the most sexual being he had ever met. ‘But then I returned the favour to you, didn’t I?’ he grinned, and the darkening of her eyes showed that she remembered too.
It had been a couple of weeks later. He had still not yet been allowed to touch her, and it was driving him crazy. She had gone into his father’s study, for what nefarious purpose he knew not. He had tiptoed in after her and cut off her cry of astonishment with a kiss. Lips never leaving her body, he slid down to the floor, raised her robes and buried his head between her legs. He had practically come from the scent of her alone, but forced himself to focus as he parted her knees and swiped his tongue inside her. Her clenched hands on his shoulders had hurt, but the way she ground herself against his face was worth all the discomfort. Her hissed intake of breath as his tongue flickered against a hard nub of flesh had told him he was doing it right, and he continued to circle it until she shuddered convulsively against his face, stepped off him, straightened her skirts and left.
She was bunching up her robes now, hitching up on tiptoes so he could guide himself inside her. He grunted with pleasure as he felt her wet heat around him, and they started to move together. Her head fell back as he moved within her. ‘Faster,’ she moaned, ‘harder…’
Sirius deliberately moved tantalisingly slowly, withdrawing himself to the very tip, before sliding gently back in again. Bella practically screamed with frustration, but he did not increase his pace. ‘I thought you liked it slow,’ he taunted. ‘You did that first time.’
His virginity had been lost at the age of fourteen-and-a-half, that same Sunday afternoon in his bedroom. He had been obsessed with the older woman, an obsession that had only grown with all their previous, unfulfilling encounters. He had been growing tired of her teasing, and she realised this, for this time she stopped her taunting and let him touch her. He had been laid on his bed, with this magnificent woman riding him. All he could think of was ‘Prongs’ll never believe this!’ The feel of her sinking down onto his adolescent cock had been incredible, and he had almost ruined it by coming there and then. She had known this, though, and had waited. There followed the most exquisite three-and-a-half minutes of his life as she had slowly raised and lowered herself on him, ignoring his panted urgings for her to go faster, smiling slightly as she watched him come undone inside her. When he had regained consciousness she had been gone.
‘Sod the first time,’ she panted, ‘just fuck me!’
‘Now now,’ he teased, what’s the magic word?’
‘Sirius Black, if you don’t fuck me through the wall THIS INSTANT I swear I will hex your balls off!’
‘That’ll do,’ he grunted, and started to move faster. She moaned on each exhalation of breath as she ground herself against him. She squirmed a hand between their bodies and began to rub herself in time with their movements. Harder and faster they thrust until they both exploded in release, Sirius shouting first, followed moments later by a scream from Bella. Panting, they leant against each other while they caught their breath.
Bella pushed him off her and rearranged her clothing. ‘I’d better get back,’ she stated. ‘It’s nearly teatime.’ She gave Sirius a wink and returned to the drawing room.
Sirius stood dumbly for a while, cringing with self-loathing and cursing himself for what he had just done. Desolately, he tidied himself away and picked up the Invisibility Cloak. It was true, he shuddered, as he let himself out of the front door, family ties were ridiculously hard to break.
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Title: Family Ties
Author: blackmoonruby
Recipient: lodessa
Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sirius finds that the bonds of family run far deeper than he had thought.
Warnings: Does cousin!sex count as incest?! *grin*
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Sirius stared out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, gazing unseeingly at the scenery rattling past. He paid no attention to the chatter of his friends around him, and it was only when he had a Pumpkin Pasty waved under his nose that he really realised where he was. He swatted it away and glared round the compartment.
‘Are you sickening for something, mate?’ Peter asked. ‘Only, this is food we’re talking about!’
‘Yeah,’ James chipped in, ‘bear in mind you’ve got six weeks of my Mum’s cooking to look forward to!’ He mimed sticking his fingers down his throat, which caused Peter to splutter half of Sirius’ rejected pasty down the front of his shirt.
‘’M not that hungry,’ Sirius muttered, and turned back to the window.
‘Bloody hell, Padfoot, what’s wrong with you?! This is it, mate: we’ve finished school! No more boring lessons, no more sodding libraries, no more of that miserable tart McGonagall pulling a face like a cat’s arse at us…’
James’ declamation was interrupted by an elbow in the ribs and a hissing in his ear from Peter.
‘Ah. Yes. You’re probably right, Wormy, my esteemed colleague. It most likely is the future dearth of our delightful Head of House that’s making our canine chum wetter than a weekend in Skegness. Never mind, Pads, I’m sure you’ll find some other hatchet-faced bag to develop a crush on in the Real World.’
He stopped, in the face of a very stern stare from Remus; who quietly crossed the compartment to sit next to Sirius and put a hand on his arm,
‘What is it? They may not be the most sensitive of souls, but they are right, you know. I thought you’d be running up and down the train throwing your uniform out of windows by now. What’s wrong?’
Sirius looked at him for a long moment, and then, looking down at his clasped hands, muttered, ‘It’s Regulus.’
‘What about him?’
‘I got an owl from Bella yesterday. The little prat’s getting deeper in with … well, with her and all her cronies. She was crowing like a crazy bitch about it; laughing at him for being pathetic, laughing at me for being unable to stop him.’
Sirius lifted his face and looked Remus in the eye, his face hardened in determination.
‘She says he’s so incompetent he’ll get himself killed. She says there’s nothing I can do about it. Well, she’s wrong. I’m not going to sit back and just let that happen. He’s my brother.’
There was an awkward silence as the other three occupants of the compartment digested this.
‘Um, what are you going to do then?’ Peter asked tentatively.
‘I’m going to go back there, and I’m going to have a word with him. I-’ he held up his hand and the two mouths about to offer their opinions snapped shut, ‘I know it’s not likely to make a difference, but I can’t not try. He’s my brother,’ he repeated. James and Peter looked abashed.
‘It might work, you know,’ Remus pondered. ‘Despite all his posturing, he just wants to be liked. He must have had a hard time of it, being the only one left. He may just listen to you: the big brother who had the balls to tell his parents where to go…’
Sirius shot him a grateful look, and the train rattled onwards.
~*~
Two days later Sirius stood outside his parents’ front door and waited. He didn’t trust his father not to have changed the wards, and he daren’t try and open the door himself. He hopped from foot to foot under James’ Invisibility Cloak until, at last, the door opened. He heard footsteps behind him, and pressed himself against the porch just in time as his cousin Narcissa and her Malfoy beau swept into the house. Grabbing his chance, he snuck in behind them and crept into a corner, catching his breath.
The door to the drawing room was ajar, and he could hear sounds of celebration coming from behind it: clinking of glasses and jovial voices. His father’s pompous monotone, and the tinkling giggle of his brother. Sirius smiled slightly as he heard that, remembering the times he had ridiculed his brother for laughing like a pansy. He shook himself, and forced his mind back to the matter at hand. He had to get Reg out of there somehow, talk to him alone…
He was so wrapped up in his plotting - if I wait long enough, he’s bound to need the loo. I can follow him and talk to him then. Um, he might be a bit shocked, so best to do a Silencio charm on him until I’ve had my say, and then - no, we may take too long, perhaps collar him like that and arrange to meet him. Oh, but WHERE?! - that he barely registered the silky, female tones coming from within the drawing room, never mind what it was that they were saying.
‘Oh, Orion, you’ll be so proud of your son. He actually did it last week; he got The Mark. He did squeal a little, but then he is only sixteen. It suits him though, don’t you think?’
And then the unmistakeable shape of his cousin Bella was silhouetted in the doorway. Amid the ostentatious trappings of his family home, overlaid by the petulant whining of his brother, Sirius was forcibly reminded of his past; of a time when Bella and Narcissa were always there: teasing, taunting and tormenting him. A spark of anger grew within him as he thought of the misery she had caused, the frenzied tossing and turning in his adolescent bed as her image flickered in front of his eyes, flicking her hair, stretching, writhing and flaunting herself at him.
He caught sight of her in the doorway, and his breath caught in his throat. Merlin’s right buttock, she was gorgeous! Sleek, sinuous, with that shining curtain of black hair, she was enough to tempt a house elf. He felt himself stirring as she tipped back her head to laugh, revealing a smooth, creamy throat.
Belatedly, he realised about what she was so happy. Stood next to her was Regulus, beaming with pride. His left sleeve was pushed up to the elbow to display a … what was it? It looked like a tattoo of a skull with a snake in its mouth. Bella, nestling up against him, pushed up her own left sleeve to reveal the same design.
Suddenly, all of Sirius’ pennies dropped with a resonant clang. This was what had made Bella so jubilant in her owl. This was why she thought he could do nothing to save Reg. This was His Mark, and that miserable bitch had doubtlessly teased, jeered and cajoled Regulus until the spineless brat had given in. Sirius felt his anger escalating as he thought of what she had done. That was his brother in there, and she was treating him like … like cannon fodder! All right, so he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, in fact he could be an irritating, sycophantic prick at times, but still, how DARE SHE?
It was at that moment that Sirius realised that although he had cut himself off from his family, the ties still lingered despite it all. No matter what he may think of the name, he was still a Black, dammit, and he was not going to just stand there and let some trumped up harpy drag his idiot brother to his grave without giving her a piece of his mind! He conveniently ignored the murmur from his subconscious that there was another piece of him, besides his mind, that was becoming quite interested in being given to her, and shrugged off the cloak. His rage crystallising, he had stormed across the hallway before his brain could utter a warning. It had just offered a tentative Um, hang on, are you sure you know what you’re doing here? as he slammed open the door into the drawing room.
Standing in the doorway, he looked round the room, slightly horrified by what he had just done. Walburga and Orion were regarding him as though he were covered in Erumpent dung and wearing a cologne made from distilled Kneazle vomit. Regulus looked petulant and sulky that he was no longer the centre of attention and Bella merely raised an eyebrow.
‘Well, well, if it isn’t little Sirius,’ she drawled. ‘Have you forgotten that you don’t live here anymore? Has the poor mixed-up boy got all confused? Or does he just want his Mummy?’
‘No, you manipulative, vicious whore, I don’t want my Mummy. What I do want, though,’ he approached her as he spoke, punctuating his words with a jabbing finger into her chest, ‘is to know who the hell you think you are to be signing the death warrant of a kid like him.’
He jerked his head at Regulus, who bleated something about it being nothing to do with her, that it was his idea and he knew exactly what he was doing. Sirius barely heard him as he stood eye to eye with Bella, whom he had backed up against the wall, and who was snarling at him as surely as he was at her. His breath was coming fast now, and he had to fight an almost overpowering desire to grind himself into her. Her eyes flashed and her tongue flicked over her bottom lip as she held his gaze.
His parents had finally roused himself. They both stood, shouting vitriol at him. As they moved closer, Regulus joined in, posturing and protesting that he was more than capable of looking after himself, that he didn’t need cowardly, disloyal scum like Sirius looking out for him. Over the cacophony, Orion’s voice came clear. ‘What do you think you’re doing here?’ he yelled, wand pointed at Sirius. ‘Get out of my house!’
Sirius stepped back. Regulus was in too deep for him to be able to do anything about it now, and he was wasting his time if he thought that his cousin had any form of conscience.
‘Thank you for reminding me why I left,’ he spat. ‘I hope you all rot in hell for all eternity,’ and he turned on his heel and strode out of the drawing room, head high. He snatched up the cloak as he passed it, and had one hand on the front door when he heard footsteps behind him. Cursing himself for hoping that it might be Regulus, that there may still be a chance to help him, he turned and saw Bella, a sneer at her lips and a triumphant glint in her eyes.
‘Poor little Gryffindor,’ she crooned, ‘couldn’t resist a call to arms. Nobly racing to the rescue like a knight on a white charger. What a hero!’ She raised the back of her hand to her brow in a mock swoon.
‘Oh dry up, you melodramatic tit-head,’ Sirius snapped, and turned back to the door. He stopped dead at the feel of a finger stroking the back of his neck.
‘Don’t be like that,’ a silky voice murmured. ‘You used to like it when I played the damsel in distress. It made you,’ a hot breath caressed his ear, ‘hard. ’
‘Sod off, Bella, that’s not going to work,’ Sirius choked out in a strangled voice. ‘Just because your husband can’t get it up doesn’t mean I’d shag despicable scum like you.’
Undeterred, she continued nuzzling his neck, and her hand slid down his side to linger on his hip, fingers circling gently. ‘This has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with me and you. You can’t deny we were good.’
Disgusted by the way his treacherous body was responding to the caresses, Sirius nevertheless shifted his hips so her fingers were brushing the bulge at his crotch. ‘I was fourteen, Bella,’ he said drily. ‘At that time, the Giant Squid would have been good. The fact that you had tits and a pulse made you just about perfect.’
‘All the more reason to do it again, then, to prove what we can really do together.’ Her fingers began to stroke more firmly and his breath came harder. ‘After all, they say you never forget your first…’ she broke off to nibble on his neck, just behind his left ear, the way that always got him going, always had done since that first time.
He was assaulted by a sudden flashback to a Sunday afternoon in his bedroom. He sat in his chair, watching a naked Bella sprawled on his bed, one hand between her legs. He was mesmerised by her long fingers dipping in and out of her damp folds, rubbing herself with evident pleasure. His adolescent self had been awed by her beauty, and stunned when she had allowed him to join her on the bed.
Recalling with a thrill the brand-new feel of a woman’s body under his hands he allowed himself to snap. The cloak fell unheeded to the floor as he spun round to face her. He hardly noticed the self-satisfied smile on her lips as he slammed her into the wall and pressed himself into her.
‘You’re a smug bitch, you know. I hate smug bitches.’ Pinning her hands to the wall above her he ducked his head and bit at her throat. Her moan of desire shot straight to his groin. Nipping, licking, sucking, his mouth moved slowly up her neck and along her jawline until his lips brushed hers.
‘You made me beg,’ he said bitterly. ‘Now it’s your turn.’ He held his mouth mere millimetres from hers, feeling triumph as she strained towards him, a small sound of frustration in her throat.
‘I had to watch so many times while you touched yourself, made yourself come, yearning to feel you, but you never let me.’ His cock aching, he rubbed his hips against her as he spoke, smiling to himself as she parted her legs and squirmed against his thigh. She fumbled in her robes, drew her wand and muttered cloaking and silencing charms, looking him straight in the eye all the while. He hated himself for knowing exactly where this was going, and for not being strong enough to stop it.
‘But I was worth the wait, wasn’t I?’ she taunted. ‘And remember when I sucked you that first time?’
Sirius dropped her hands as he remembered. It had been so unexpected, in the dining room of all places. She had appeared out of nowhere, dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his fly. He'd had to bite off a yell as she took him into her hot, wet mouth, lips and tongue swirling around his cock until he exploded. She had swallowed with relish, swiped him clean with her tongue, stood, and left, licking her lips. Not a word had passed between them.
He crushed his mouth to hers at that, devouring her with a searing, open-mouthed kiss. He channelled all his anger and resentment into it, and she responded with fervour, darting her tongue into his mouth and twining her fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. He worked his hands between their bodies and freed himself, gasping as the tip of his erection brushed against her robes.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her, flushed, panting; the most sexual being he had ever met. ‘But then I returned the favour to you, didn’t I?’ he grinned, and the darkening of her eyes showed that she remembered too.
It had been a couple of weeks later. He had still not yet been allowed to touch her, and it was driving him crazy. She had gone into his father’s study, for what nefarious purpose he knew not. He had tiptoed in after her and cut off her cry of astonishment with a kiss. Lips never leaving her body, he slid down to the floor, raised her robes and buried his head between her legs. He had practically come from the scent of her alone, but forced himself to focus as he parted her knees and swiped his tongue inside her. Her clenched hands on his shoulders had hurt, but the way she ground herself against his face was worth all the discomfort. Her hissed intake of breath as his tongue flickered against a hard nub of flesh had told him he was doing it right, and he continued to circle it until she shuddered convulsively against his face, stepped off him, straightened her skirts and left.
She was bunching up her robes now, hitching up on tiptoes so he could guide himself inside her. He grunted with pleasure as he felt her wet heat around him, and they started to move together. Her head fell back as he moved within her. ‘Faster,’ she moaned, ‘harder…’
Sirius deliberately moved tantalisingly slowly, withdrawing himself to the very tip, before sliding gently back in again. Bella practically screamed with frustration, but he did not increase his pace. ‘I thought you liked it slow,’ he taunted. ‘You did that first time.’
His virginity had been lost at the age of fourteen-and-a-half, that same Sunday afternoon in his bedroom. He had been obsessed with the older woman, an obsession that had only grown with all their previous, unfulfilling encounters. He had been growing tired of her teasing, and she realised this, for this time she stopped her taunting and let him touch her. He had been laid on his bed, with this magnificent woman riding him. All he could think of was ‘Prongs’ll never believe this!’ The feel of her sinking down onto his adolescent cock had been incredible, and he had almost ruined it by coming there and then. She had known this, though, and had waited. There followed the most exquisite three-and-a-half minutes of his life as she had slowly raised and lowered herself on him, ignoring his panted urgings for her to go faster, smiling slightly as she watched him come undone inside her. When he had regained consciousness she had been gone.
‘Sod the first time,’ she panted, ‘just fuck me!’
‘Now now,’ he teased, what’s the magic word?’
‘Sirius Black, if you don’t fuck me through the wall THIS INSTANT I swear I will hex your balls off!’
‘That’ll do,’ he grunted, and started to move faster. She moaned on each exhalation of breath as she ground herself against him. She squirmed a hand between their bodies and began to rub herself in time with their movements. Harder and faster they thrust until they both exploded in release, Sirius shouting first, followed moments later by a scream from Bella. Panting, they leant against each other while they caught their breath.
Bella pushed him off her and rearranged her clothing. ‘I’d better get back,’ she stated. ‘It’s nearly teatime.’ She gave Sirius a wink and returned to the drawing room.
Sirius stood dumbly for a while, cringing with self-loathing and cursing himself for what he had just done. Desolately, he tidied himself away and picked up the Invisibility Cloak. It was true, he shuddered, as he let himself out of the front door, family ties were ridiculously hard to break.
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