notes: You might want to read "And Brotherhood" or "Boys Keep Swinging" for a little background info, but it's not necessary. This takes place in the Spring of MWPP's sixth year.

chapter 1: flavor

Peter is nervous as he walks to the seventh floor. Even though it's been a month, he never stops fearing that Sirius will not be there. That this Wednesday, he'll blow it off. He doesn't think he's totally out of line to worry, either. Sirius hasn't changed a bit since their first encounter. He still barely talks to him, in public or in private, and he still brags about girls he's shagged. He's kept his word, he hasn't told James or Remus, but Peter would almost be willing to let them know he was bent if he could let them know they were ... doing things.

But his worries are for naught; he opens the door to the Room of Requirement and there's Sirius on the bed, waiting for him with his flask. "Hey Wormtail," he says happily. "Fancy a sip?"

Peter nods. He's drunk less and less each time, but the nerves insist that he take at least a few sips of firewhiskey. Then Sirius kisses him, and he kisses him back, gripping his long black hair in his hands. Sirius is a strong, insistent, angry kisser. This all began because Sirius guessed that Peter had a crush on James, and Sirius got angry about it. It couldn't be jealousy exactly, but that anger seems to linger on. Peter doesn't get why, except he supposes that he hasn't actually admitted that the crush has passed. Not exactly passed, but not as urgent. Oh, he still watches James shower after Quidditch practice, but when James isn't around, his thoughts are filled with Sirius Black.

Right now everything is Sirius Black. He tastes of alcohol and urgency. He has a unique body odor, the cologne he wears mixed with a hint of sweat and a scent that Peter could only call "heat." As in, in heat. He doesn't smell like that most days, and Peter has been paying attention. He only smells like that when he's aroused. When he wants to fuck.

Sirius pulls off Peter's robes while they kiss. Urgent, urgent. When Peter doesn't return the favor, he pulls his own robes off too. He's not wearing anything at all under his robes, not even pants. Peter is fully dressed except that he didn't wear pants, either. When Sirius unzips his trousers, his cock springs loose, to Sirius' delight. "Why Peter! How naughty!" as if he's a schoolgirl without knickers, but his cock turns twice as hard. They both grab each other's cocks simultaneously and start stroking.

Peter is inexperienced, has only ever touched Sirius' cock, and only let Sirius touch his cock, and this is their fifth time doing that, but that's all they've done, that and blowjobs. That's fine with Peter, really, he doesn't mind at all. Part of him thinks buggery is disgusting, and part of him wants to bugger Sirius stupid. But Sirius never fails to compliment the size of his hardon, and well, it is a lot bigger than Sirius' - fatter around - how on earth would it fit? So now they're just rubbing each other, and it's really wonderful, Merlin, the only thing better would be if -

And as if Sirius read his mind, he puts Peter's cock in his mouth. Ahhhh, Merlin, yes, thinks Peter. They aren't in the right position for sixty-nine, but they've only done that the first time anyway, so Peter just leans back and relaxes and nothing is in his brain but Sirius and his mouth going up and down the length of his prick, his peter, ahahah, little Peter, hee hee, oh it feels so amazing when he lets the cock down his throat and makes a swallowing gesture, fuck, he's so close, he whimpers. Sirius senses the change and bobs up and down, like face-fucking now, and that thought does it, and he moans while he spurts down Sirius' throat.

After Sirius finishes swallowing, he gently lets the now soft prick down, and guides Peter's mouth. Almost no time since his own blowjob, he's still gasping a bit when he wraps his lips around Sirius. He licks the shaft first, all around, like a lollipop. Sirius talks about how much he likes that - Sirius is a talker, lots of dirty talk is what Sirius likes, the only time he shuts up is when Peter's prick is in his mouth. Fortunately he only gives running commentary, not commands, so Peter can basically shut it out without fear of reprisal. He knows what he is doing, he doesn't need Sirius to say how much he likes it when Peter does this or does that.

Peter grips the base firmly with one hand, stroking, and starts playing with his balls with the other. He lightly tongues the foreskin, then gently pulls it down with his lips. Sirius is moaning about how much he loves that, then Peter takes the head entirely into his mouth, running his tongue along the top and bottom in a neat circle. He does love the way Sirius tastes under his foreskin. The first time it was a shock, but now the taste is just so uniquely Sirius Black that he can't help licking it all down. But Sirius hasn't cast any lasting Charms, and the one hand stroking and the mouth on the head pretty much does it for him. He moans that he is coming, and then he is, and Peter's mouth fills with hot salty slime that is another unique quality of Sirius Black, and so he swallows it all with pleasure.

"Great Merlin's balls, Peter," moans Sirius, as he always does, "you really give the best fuckin' blowjobs."

"Thanks, Sirius. You aren't so bad yourself."

He grins at him. "I'll head back first ok?"

Peter nods, and they get dressed in silence.

notes: this is the only slash. Now Read On!