This is a challenge fic set for me by my friend Nicky, on here known as Demensha. One of the chaacters are made up - Dauthos Malfoy only the last name belonging to J.K...so yeah read it and tell me what you think...Remember to review. : )
Sirius yawned sleepily as James entered his room, a towel wrapped around his waist, flicking the light on within the darkening room.
"What are you doing Sirius?"
Sirius shrugged, turning onto his side to better see his friend. James grinned at him, leaning down to pick up his clean boxers, shirt and jeans. James carried on. "You can't be tired yet." Sirius shrugged. "I'll wake up in a minute. You finished in the shower?"
James nodded, waiting for Sirius to grab his own clean towel and then move to the bedroom door to go to the bathroom.
James quickly dried himself, water running down his toned and lithe muscular chest. He wrapped his towel securely around himself as a hesitant knock sounded at the door. "Come in!" James called, beginning to pull his boxers on underneath his towel. Dropping his towel to the floor and standing in his boxers, he heard an awkward cough. James half turned, seeing Sirius' younger brother Regulus standing at the door, looking as though he didn't quite know where to look. James pulled his jeans on quickly. "What's up?" He asked.
Regulus shrugged. "I was wondering when you were going to be ready?"
James gave Regulus an exasperated glance before snapping.
"We're ready when we're ready."
Regulus sighed and nodded. He closed the door again, and James heard him yelp and exclaim, "Sirius! What are you..." The rest was cut off by a bark of laughter and a yell from Regulus. The door clicked open and Sirius reappeared, fixing the towel around his waist again. James caught a glimpse of Regulus rubbing his bum, mumbling to himself, before Sirius snapped the door shut. He quickly dried himself and then dropped the towel, ignoring James' amused glance, before moving to the drawers and pulling out some black silk boxers. He slipped them on and then flung himself onto his bed again.
"Sirius, you tit! Get ready!"
Sirius gave a groan and pulled himself up off the bed again and began searcing for something relevant to wear. He decided upon tight leather trousers and a tight black T-shirt which he made sure enhanced his already bulging biceps, not too mention the six pack he had been working on over the entire summer. He turned to see James fully dressed in tight, dark blue jeans and a tight fitted shirt. His messy hair was tamed slightly with gel and a pungent smell of the aftershave "Star" wafted from him.
Sirius glanced suspiciously at the bottle on his dressing table, and saw instantly that it was slightly out of place amongst all the clutter of hair brushes, other aftershave bottles and, for some reason, two pairs of girls underwear which were on there before saying jokingly,
"Nicking me stuff now James?"
James smirked and shrugged, the ready reply falling easily from his lips.
"Well, you do it to me."
Sirius grinned. "Yeah because it suits me more than you probably. I do you the favour of not allowing you to look like a twat in it." Sirius dodged as a well aimed pillow flew at his head.
James glanced at his watch and groaned, rolling his eyes before saying,
"We'd better go and get Reggy...god I hate your brother. No offence or whatever mate, I just can't stand him."
Sirius shrugged and grinned.
"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He's just a younger and more childish version of me."
James nodded, a grimace forming across his face.
"I think that's why I don't like him...I can just about deal with you." It was then James' turn to dodge as the pillow came flyng back to him. He yelped out as Sirius dived at him, knocking him onto the bed and throwing his legs over James' thin hips, effectively straddling him so he couldn't move. James began laughing hysterically as Sirius leant down, took both of James' wrists in one of his hands and held them pressed against the headboard. He then began tickling James mercilessly with his free hand. James struggled, occasionally yelling out, before slipping a leg between Sirius' and raising it sharply. Sirius just managed to block the sharp blow hitting home within his nether regions. He winced slightly just at the thought of it. He then took both of James' hands in both of his own and leant down and whispered,
"I really, REALLY wouldn't have done that Prongsey Pie. I'll get you back..."
He winked seductively, a look of confusion covering James' features. Sirius broke into a laugh, covering his thoughtless moment well, as the look from James' face cleared.
"Let's go..." He climbed to his feet, stretched and then grabbed the black leather biker's jacket from the back of a chair, throwing James his own tightly fitting customised jacket whilst he was at it. James caught it deftly, his blue shirt stretching tightly across his muscles, showing them up in clear definition. Sirius bit his lip as he saw, carefully hiding it from James. He sighed heavily as he thought guiltily that he'd hid a lot from James recently...
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Sirius leant into where his little brother was stood at his side. He glanced up at the bouncer that was turning people away who didn't look old enough to enter into the high class over 18 new pub/club which had opened recently in Diagon Alley.
"Whatever you do, don't speak. Let me do the talking..." He grinned at the bouncer as they drew level. "Hey mate. How are you doing?"
The bouncer glanced at him, nodding his head once. Sirius took hold of Regulus' shoulder and made to escort him past the doors. The bouncer held out his arm and glanced at Regulus, who forced himself to meet his eyes without fear, covering his own mind and thoughts using Occlumency. The Bouncer slowly lifted his arm and let them pass, James nodding at him as he tried to follow. The Bouncer swiftly held his arm out again and shook his head.
"Nah, mate. You're not old enough. Go on."
James' mouth dropped open and he made spluttering noises, turning his gaze upon Sirius, who grinned at him and slipped his wand out of his pocket, whispering a spell and pointed it at the bouncer from underneath his leather jacket. A dazed expression floated across the bulky man's features and he smiled stupidly before lifting the barricade to let James pass. James didn't say anything to them, just glanced in irritation at Regulus.
"Oi! Come on you mardy git! We're out at that new place. Get a smile on your face." Sirius snapped whilst ignoring the copious amounts of giggling girls that saw him, and headed straight to the bar.
"Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in...how the hell did you manage to get in here? I thought they said this place was high class?"
Sirius turned sharply, his gaze alighting on a blonde, extremely good looking boy. Dauthos Malfoy was the exact opposite of Sirius Black. He was lithe, muscular and a few inches taller than Sirius and, if Sirius wasn't meant to hate him from the roots of his platinum blonde hair to the tips of his -probably- perfectly manicured toenails, he would have had him pushed over the bar quicker than you could say 'Quidditch'.
Carefully masking his thoughts, Sirius raised an eyebrow at James, who looked as though he was gearing up for a fight. Regulus, looking uninterested at the exchange between the two boys, took his drink from the barman and moved to a vacated table, nodding silently to Dauthos as he passed.
"It does say high class Malfoy." Sirius replied nastily. "But we are, even if you do hate to admit it. As it does probably count and mean something to you, we're all of pure blood, aren't we?"
Dauthos raised his eyebrows lightly, turning to his group of friends before smirking widely and replying,
"That as may be, there are different i/qualities \i0 of pureblood."
The light stress on the word qualities told the pair of them that they were about to recieve a barbed comment about their friends.
Dauthos, still smirking widely, carried on. "For example, myself, Nott, Zambini, Crabbe, Goyle and even your younger brother would be deemed as the higher class as we aren't blood traitors to our name. We're not disgraces to our families..." Here he shot a particularly nasty look at Sirius who, as he nearly always wore his heart on his sleeve, was showing the irritation Dauthos was causing, a lot more than James.
James, obviously seeing Sirius' distress, took the drinks, flipped a galleon to the bartender and then took Sirius' arm, pulling him through the crowds and away from Malfoy. The sound of the blonde and his group of friends laughing was quickly lost in the heavy bassline of the music playing, a remix of the song "I'm in the mood for dancing".
Regulus was sat rolling the empty glass around the table, glancing up occasionally in impatience for them. "Finally! I thought you'd maybe all gone off together to play happy families. Anyway, I'm going to talk to her." He climbed to his feet, making a bee line for the bar where a pretty blonde girl was stood, looking over in their general direction.
James raised an eyebrow at Sirius, before raising his glass to shoulder level in a toast. Sirius, forcing himself to shake off the dark look, grinned broadly as James said, loudly,
"Here's to luck with many girl's tonight!"
Sirius shouted loudly,
"HERE HERE!"
They both downed their drinks, slamming the empty glasses to the table.
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Sirius watched the bottle spin away from his fingers, the bottle neck pointing at his next victim. The bottle slowed, eventually pointing at a bowed blonde head sat within the circle, eye flirting with a pretty girl sat next to Sirius on one side.
A surround sound of sniggers erupted around the circle, only pausing as Dauthos' gaze was drawn to the bottle by Zambini's nudge in the ribs. He looked up slowly, gazing at Sirius through his long lashes. A small predatory smirk curved one side of his mouth and a quick quirk of his eyebrows gave the simple message 'I'm-game-but-are-you?'
Sirius, not expecting this, suddenly put this down to the blonde's already impressive consumption of drink as judging from the earlier conversation, he wouldn't have touched Sirius Black with a barge pole normally. Sirius met the glance, his own eyes glowing with a mischievous light, a look which normally turned girl's legs to jelly.
Leaning forwards, the blonde and the black haired men's lips collided. A tumultous amount of noise from people laughing and catcalling was lost to both of them as they deepened the kiss, tongues gliding over each other. Sirius' brain barely registered that Dauthos tasted lightly of chocolate and the stronger, much more overpowering taste of alcohol. He lifted one hand to tangle it into the blonde's hair, pulling them closer together, the other hand slipping down the tight, silk shirt which stuck to every contour of the blonde's finely sculpted body, eventually coming to rest in the small of Dauthos' back.
Dauthos knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself, a strange fire causing him to push himself on, knowing that he would get a punishment like no other if his Father or Lucius found out but, for some unkown reason, he couldn't break away unless...pulling away from the kiss, he communicated all he wanted Sirius to know in one simple glance...
James watched as his supposed best friend moved away with their worst enemy. For some reason, it hurt. Like hell. A comforting hand on his shoulder caused him to turn.
Regulus was stood there, an anxious expression on his face. "You alright?" He asked, his gaze flickering over James' features.
James felt a sudden rush of relief that, even though he had been horrid to him, Regulus still had the time of day for him. James nodded, moving away from Regulus to a darkened corner and slumping into a hidden booth.
It was a moment before James registered that he had been followed and someone was sat next to him.
Turning, he saw the darkened figure of Regulus again.
Regulus was looking at him in a strange way. James instantly recognised it as Sirius' own "sex-eyes", as he had seen it often enough put into action with many girls. It was scary how very alike the two brothers looked when Regulus took this pose.
James felt the seat shift slightly as the distance between the both of them closed. His eyes widened as he felt Regulus' hand fall lightly onto his leg, squeezing it ever so slightly.
Normally, James would have been repulsed by this mere gesture but for some reason, seeing his friend kissing the living daylights out of another man, he was more open to the idea.
Regulus, sensing the hesitancy in James' expression, paused a second, shifting his hand higher up James' leg. James still made no move to stop him. He leant in fully, cupping James' face with his hand, turning it slightly and kissing him lightly on the slightly parted lips, smiling against them as James shifted his position so the younger, but slightly heavier boy could straddle him, pulling their body's into closer contact.