Last lights


"And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs…"


When a boy, Sirius moves with a jerky, nervous grace. Only when he and James have just made love will his movements, heartbeat, slow and become assured, gentled by the physical weight of just-passed pleasure. James thinks that Sirius (always too beautiful to look at – features deceptively implying chaste, pre-raphaelite princehood) would always have been like this but for one man and one woman and one brother, the inverted/perverted trinity that has always brooded over the edges of their friendship, on dark nights. James dreams tortures for the Noble House, even as he draws Sirius close-closer, against his heart.