Fic: Shadows and Light
Title: Shadows and Light
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Word Count: 892
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Bill, mentions of Bill/Fleur
Summary: They are dark and light and Bill needs them both.
Notes/Warnings: Written for asnowyowl for her donation for help_haiti. I am not quite sure where this came from. I set out to write a quick, fun shag, but this is what came out. Er, I feel like I should apologise.
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Ragged gasps and murmured entreaties filled the air in the musty, stuffy room, the unmistakable slap of skin on skin provided a steady, underpinning beat for their almost lyrical moans and groans. Thin fingers clenched tight in long red hair as bony hips rolled fast and hard against each other. Wet, careless open-mouthed kisses were pressed wherever they could reach, low sounds of pleasure muffled against sweat-slicked skin. Hands curled around plump buttocks, pulling the dark-haired man closerclosercloser until the clash of their thighs, the grinding of their groins was almost painful.
'Stop,' hissed Bill, hooking a long leg over Sirius' thighs, making him pause in his frenetic rocking.
Panting, Sirius raised his head, staring in disbelief down at the younger man. 'Stop?' he huffed incredulously. 'Stop? Now? Fuck, Bill...'
'Yes,' Bill cut in with a meaningful glint in his eyes. 'Fuck Bill. Now, please.'
Sirius' face flickered with greed, guilt, hesitation, eagerness. 'Are you...?' he said then he frowned, his brow creasing. 'We don't have time tonight, you said. You... Fleur...'
'Well, I've changed my mind,' Bill retorted, shoving at Sirius' tattooed and still-sunken chest to get him to move, to shove that delicious prick where Bill needed it most. 'I want it. I want you.'
Sirius stared at him for a long moment then a smile transformed his face, making it seem younger and less troubled. 'Never let it be said I'm a selfish lover,' he said with a chuckle that sent pure want shuddering through Bill's body.
Sirius was broken and carried so much baggage that it was almost impossible to see the man he used to be through it all, but in these moments together, these brief, stolen moments, Bill caught flashes of the brave, funny man Sirius must have been before his light dimmed. His fingers twined in Sirius' black hair as he bent to nuzzle his face into Bill's groin.
He wasn't sure how he'd fallen into this... thing with Sirius. He loved Fleur, he really did. But there was Sirius: always watching him with intense grey eyes from across the room, those awkward, faltering attempts at flirting in the kitchen. Then one night after everyone had left or was asleep...
Bill still wasn't sure who had made the first move, but suddenly he and Sirius were rutting up against each other in the pantry, both of them coming in their pants like thirteen-year olds in mere minutes.
'What happens at Grimmauld, stays at Grimmauld,' Sirius had said with a shrug as Bill blurted out his regrets and guilt afterwards. 'I won't tell if you don't, and it never has to happen again.'
But the fading light in his eyes belied his casually flung out words. He wanted it to happen again and, as Bill watched the life that had infused Sirius' face with his orgasm disappear, he longed to see it again, and again, and again because now he'd had a taste, Bill craved more. Just one more a kiss, just one more a touch, just one more look at that beautiful, peaceful expression... until he couldn't sleep for wanting and his little taste had become an addiction that he fed at any and every opportunity.
Sirius was so dark, so full of shadowy twists and turns. So different to Fleur who was all light and and tinkling laughter. She was sweet to Sirius' sour, gentle dips and soft curves to Sirius' hard angles and rough edges.
And Bill needed them both to be whole, to be complete.
Sirius' fingers worked inside him, opening him, stretching him, and Bill arched off the ratty, velvet couch, bearing down hard on the probing digits until Sirius moaned, low and impatient, and cast a hasty, wandless lubrication spell.
'So fucking beautiful,' Sirius rasped softly as he gripped Bill's thighs, carefully lifting the other man as he hefted his legs higher. 'So beautiful and all mine.'
And in that moment, he was.
Bill crossed his ankles behind Sirius' head, watching Sirius' face as Sirius watched himself push inside Bill's willing body. Bill smiled, biting his lip as the thick cock split him. This is why he kept coming back, this was his obsession, his addiction. That look on Sirius' face whenever he was inside Bill's mouthfistarse.
Fleur's light waned in the throes of passion, Sirius' thrived. Fleur's beautiful blue eyes darkened with her need and her shadows revealed themselves as she impaled herself on Bill's cock and let loose the most filthy fucking words. Sirius' shadows disappeared whenever he sank inside him, and he whispered soft, beautiful litanies into Bill's ear as he carefully fucked him into ecstasy.
This was the moment that dark turned to light and visa versa. This was the moment they each embraced the hidden side of themselves, reveled in it. They let themselves go when they were in him, around him, and they healed.
They were whole.
This was why Bill needed them both. Because they needed him every bit as much as he needed them.
fin.
Author: remuslives23
Rating: R
Word Count: 892
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Bill, mentions of Bill/Fleur
Summary: They are dark and light and Bill needs them both.
Notes/Warnings: Written for asnowyowl for her donation for help_haiti. I am not quite sure where this came from. I set out to write a quick, fun shag, but this is what came out. Er, I feel like I should apologise.
Disclaimer: This fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made and no offense is intended. Characters are of legal age for sexual situations.
Ragged gasps and murmured entreaties filled the air in the musty, stuffy room, the unmistakable slap of skin on skin provided a steady, underpinning beat for their almost lyrical moans and groans. Thin fingers clenched tight in long red hair as bony hips rolled fast and hard against each other. Wet, careless open-mouthed kisses were pressed wherever they could reach, low sounds of pleasure muffled against sweat-slicked skin. Hands curled around plump buttocks, pulling the dark-haired man closerclosercloser until the clash of their thighs, the grinding of their groins was almost painful.
'Stop,' hissed Bill, hooking a long leg over Sirius' thighs, making him pause in his frenetic rocking.
Panting, Sirius raised his head, staring in disbelief down at the younger man. 'Stop?' he huffed incredulously. 'Stop? Now? Fuck, Bill...'
'Yes,' Bill cut in with a meaningful glint in his eyes. 'Fuck Bill. Now, please.'
Sirius' face flickered with greed, guilt, hesitation, eagerness. 'Are you...?' he said then he frowned, his brow creasing. 'We don't have time tonight, you said. You... Fleur...'
'Well, I've changed my mind,' Bill retorted, shoving at Sirius' tattooed and still-sunken chest to get him to move, to shove that delicious prick where Bill needed it most. 'I want it. I want you.'
Sirius stared at him for a long moment then a smile transformed his face, making it seem younger and less troubled. 'Never let it be said I'm a selfish lover,' he said with a chuckle that sent pure want shuddering through Bill's body.
Sirius was broken and carried so much baggage that it was almost impossible to see the man he used to be through it all, but in these moments together, these brief, stolen moments, Bill caught flashes of the brave, funny man Sirius must have been before his light dimmed. His fingers twined in Sirius' black hair as he bent to nuzzle his face into Bill's groin.
He wasn't sure how he'd fallen into this... thing with Sirius. He loved Fleur, he really did. But there was Sirius: always watching him with intense grey eyes from across the room, those awkward, faltering attempts at flirting in the kitchen. Then one night after everyone had left or was asleep...
Bill still wasn't sure who had made the first move, but suddenly he and Sirius were rutting up against each other in the pantry, both of them coming in their pants like thirteen-year olds in mere minutes.
'What happens at Grimmauld, stays at Grimmauld,' Sirius had said with a shrug as Bill blurted out his regrets and guilt afterwards. 'I won't tell if you don't, and it never has to happen again.'
But the fading light in his eyes belied his casually flung out words. He wanted it to happen again and, as Bill watched the life that had infused Sirius' face with his orgasm disappear, he longed to see it again, and again, and again because now he'd had a taste, Bill craved more. Just one more a kiss, just one more a touch, just one more look at that beautiful, peaceful expression... until he couldn't sleep for wanting and his little taste had become an addiction that he fed at any and every opportunity.
Sirius was so dark, so full of shadowy twists and turns. So different to Fleur who was all light and and tinkling laughter. She was sweet to Sirius' sour, gentle dips and soft curves to Sirius' hard angles and rough edges.
And Bill needed them both to be whole, to be complete.
Sirius' fingers worked inside him, opening him, stretching him, and Bill arched off the ratty, velvet couch, bearing down hard on the probing digits until Sirius moaned, low and impatient, and cast a hasty, wandless lubrication spell.
'So fucking beautiful,' Sirius rasped softly as he gripped Bill's thighs, carefully lifting the other man as he hefted his legs higher. 'So beautiful and all mine.'
And in that moment, he was.
Bill crossed his ankles behind Sirius' head, watching Sirius' face as Sirius watched himself push inside Bill's willing body. Bill smiled, biting his lip as the thick cock split him. This is why he kept coming back, this was his obsession, his addiction. That look on Sirius' face whenever he was inside Bill's mouthfistarse.
Fleur's light waned in the throes of passion, Sirius' thrived. Fleur's beautiful blue eyes darkened with her need and her shadows revealed themselves as she impaled herself on Bill's cock and let loose the most filthy fucking words. Sirius' shadows disappeared whenever he sank inside him, and he whispered soft, beautiful litanies into Bill's ear as he carefully fucked him into ecstasy.
This was the moment that dark turned to light and visa versa. This was the moment they each embraced the hidden side of themselves, reveled in it. They let themselves go when they were in him, around him, and they healed.
They were whole.
This was why Bill needed them both. Because they needed him every bit as much as he needed them.
fin.