Give Back (Sirius/Draco)
Title: Give Back
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Sirius/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: EWE. POST WAR. Sirius Lives.
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Unbetaed. Follows " Give In"
Summary: Sirius gets his revenge.
Decoding Draco Malfoy's behaviour was not Sirius' favourite past time. He hated how his cousin had him so worked up, and over what? The fact that the boy was hot and he wanted Sirius? Or maybe he didn't want Sirius but only wanted to torment him.
Fine, then.
Sure, Sirius had been a Gryffindor, but he'd spawned from a family that was full of Slytherins. If Malfoy wanted a war, Sirius would give him a war.
He dressed in his favourite Muggle jeans, a tight black t-shirt, along with his leather jacket. Sirius might have been over forty, but he knew he still looked good. He had the pureblood genes to prove it.
When he went down the stairs to the sitting room to take the Floo out to Diagon, Malfoy was sitting on the sofa reading the paper.
"Where are you going?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as his gaze travelled up and down Sirius's body. Yeah, Sirius was wearing his fuckable jeans, and knew exactly what Malfoy was thinking. It was written all over his face.
"Out," Sirius said. "Figured you're old enough to take care of yourself; I need to have a bit of fun."
"Wait? You're going out?" Malfoy asked standing up, his paper all but forgotten.
"You got a problem, Malfoy? Last I checked you weren't the guardian in the house."
"You're going to just leave me here, going out looking for a fuck?"
Sirius shurgged, stepped into the Floo, and left. He didn't need to answer to Malfoy. He didn't answer to anyone.
A few hours later when Sirius returned, his t-shirt was untucked, his hair was wild, reeking of Firewhisky. He'd had a good night, even if it wasn't the kind of night Malfoy would assume it was.
"Did you have fun?" Malfoy's eyes scrutinised him.
"Sure. He was satisfying," Sirius lied, obviously. He'd spent the evening drinking with the Weasley boys, Harry, and his new boyfriend.
Malfoy bit the inside of his cheek, watching as Sirius made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"How was your evening?" he asked.
Malfoy didn't say anything; he turned around and stomped upstairs to his room.
Author: digthewriter
Pairing: Sirius/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: EWE. POST WAR. Sirius Lives.
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Notes: Unbetaed. Follows " Give In"
Summary: Sirius gets his revenge.
Decoding Draco Malfoy's behaviour was not Sirius' favourite past time. He hated how his cousin had him so worked up, and over what? The fact that the boy was hot and he wanted Sirius? Or maybe he didn't want Sirius but only wanted to torment him.
Fine, then.
Sure, Sirius had been a Gryffindor, but he'd spawned from a family that was full of Slytherins. If Malfoy wanted a war, Sirius would give him a war.
He dressed in his favourite Muggle jeans, a tight black t-shirt, along with his leather jacket. Sirius might have been over forty, but he knew he still looked good. He had the pureblood genes to prove it.
When he went down the stairs to the sitting room to take the Floo out to Diagon, Malfoy was sitting on the sofa reading the paper.
"Where are you going?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as his gaze travelled up and down Sirius's body. Yeah, Sirius was wearing his fuckable jeans, and knew exactly what Malfoy was thinking. It was written all over his face.
"Out," Sirius said. "Figured you're old enough to take care of yourself; I need to have a bit of fun."
"Wait? You're going out?" Malfoy asked standing up, his paper all but forgotten.
"You got a problem, Malfoy? Last I checked you weren't the guardian in the house."
"You're going to just leave me here, going out looking for a fuck?"
Sirius shurgged, stepped into the Floo, and left. He didn't need to answer to Malfoy. He didn't answer to anyone.
A few hours later when Sirius returned, his t-shirt was untucked, his hair was wild, reeking of Firewhisky. He'd had a good night, even if it wasn't the kind of night Malfoy would assume it was.
"Did you have fun?" Malfoy's eyes scrutinised him.
"Sure. He was satisfying," Sirius lied, obviously. He'd spent the evening drinking with the Weasley boys, Harry, and his new boyfriend.
Malfoy bit the inside of his cheek, watching as Sirius made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"How was your evening?" he asked.
Malfoy didn't say anything; he turned around and stomped upstairs to his room.