Warning: This first chapter contains Marlene/James pairing but the story over all is going to be Sirius/Marlene. I have altered some cannon details concerning Marlene so it may be a little bit AU. This story contains sexual scenes, language, violence - You have been warned.


Storm clouds shifted restlessly across the moonless sky as a faceless form strode though the back streets of London. He took a left, he took a right, walking briskly and it was obvious to the follower that the man knew exactly where he was going; had taken this route many times before.

Sirius clung to the shadows and crept silently behind his oldest friend. He didn't know where James was going but by Merlin he was going to find out. After another set of intricate lefts and rights James finally he came to a stop in front of a small townhouse.

Sirius slid into a shadow across the street and watched. What the hell was James up to?
He watched silently while James took a few deep breaths and shook his head, finally the man started up the five steps to the front door. He knocked and it opened to a dimly lit room.

Voices could be made out. James and a female, but Sirius couldn't quite hear the words. After some talking she opened the door wider and James stepped inside and was gone.

"Son of a bitch," Sirius swore and fell against the wall. His head hit the cold stone and his hands fisted at his sides.

What the hell was that man playing at? Sirius shut his eyes tightly and focused on breathing. "Bloody hell Prongs." His mind drifted back to the conversation he'd had with his best mate's wife…

"No, Sirius, James is most definitely not here with me," she'd said carefully. "Actually I was under the impression that he was with you, he always is these days."

Sirius blinked. The statement was odd since he'd been on a mission for the last month. In fact he'd come here to let his mate know that he was home. He quickly pulled himself together and slapped on his best boyish grin.

"Sorry, Evans, didn't mean to keep yanking him away from his home duties."

She did smile then and waved her hand at him. That old charm worked on the ladies every time. "Oh stop it, you know I love that James has you three." She sighed. "It's just that I never seem to see him any more, and when I do he's - I don't know - distant." She was quiet for a long time but when she met his eyes Sirius didn't like what he saw. "I think that maybe we got married too soon after school. I love him - I do but he seems so trapped here. Maybe I should have given him more time - let him go out and explore the world first - sew his wild oats." Her voice caught on those last words.

"Ah come on, Lils," Sirius teased, trying to keep his tone light.

"Is he?" She stared into his eyes as though trying to read the answer in them. "You'd know. Is there someone else?"

"What? No…" Sirius tried to sound sincere. "No! James has been dying to marry you since first year. There has never been any other girl that meant anything to him. I've never met anyone more ready to settle down." He was babbling.

She'd nodded but her expression was still cautious. "I need to know, you see." She placed a single hand protectively over her lower abdomen. "If he's not ready then I won't force him."

Now Sirius stood in the shadows seething at the closed door. That stupid bloody idiot had no idea just what he had. Lily was a beautiful and loyal wife and she didn't demand all his attention the way other wives did. And now James was going to be a father and if he wasn't careful he would never know his son.

Marlene leaned against the door she was holding open and smiled slow and smoothly at her bespectacled visitor. "James, what a surprise," She purred.

It was a lie; he had been coming to see her nearly every second night all month since they'd met again at the Leaky Cauldron. Funny really, the two had barely said more then a few words to each other in Hogwarts and yet that night he couldn't say enough. After a few more drinks the talking had become flirting, the flirting touching and finally they'd gone back to her place.

"Please let me in, Marley," he rasped in a voice roughened by his desire.

She opened the door wider and let him pass before closing it again and leaning her back against the hard wood. She shook her head, tsking, a sly smile gracing her painted mouth. "You've been a bad wizard, Mr. Potter."

He licked his lips and reached up to muse his already messy black hair with the palm of his hand. "You have no idea."

Tipping her head to look up at him, her hair fell down her back and she felt her mouth go dry. He'd had a bad day. She could tell just by looking at him. His eyes were wild and shadowed and his face looked drawn. Not such an odd thing really, with Voldermort and his army waging war on all those they found inferior. Auror James Potter had handled more senseless death then they had in many years and had dealt more then his share of deadly curses.

Marley pushed away from the door and slowly moved towards him. Her hips swayed in her simple white dress. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He looked down at her for a long time and for a second something soft and warm crossed his expression. But it was gone before she could believe it had ever been there. He reached out his hand and gently caressed is knuckles down her cheek. His hands felt rough but his touch was gentle.

"Maybe later," he answered then snaked his hand round the back of her neck and pulled her closer. He gripped her arm with his other hand and pulled her flush against his chest. "Right now I just want to feel."

No further talk was needed. There was nothing left to say. James dipped his head those last few inches and took her mouth in a kiss so full of passion and lust and hunger that it made her mind and body thrum. In moments she was as aroused as he and she moved away, back till her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she sat.

Slowly she performed a backwards crawl that took her to the pillows and met his heated gaze evenly as she unbuttoned her dress till it fell open on either side of her. Bared to his eager gaze she willed herself not to blush while he looked her over. This was always a pivotal moment in the little ritual they performed so often.

Marley hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. She knew that they just got in his way. So there she lay, completely exposed to his roving eyes. Her hands rested easily above her head and her thighs were open wide. As he came towards her she almost wept with the need to feel him again. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she could feel the dampness in her lower core slowly seeping.

James took his time unbuttoning his shirt but his breathing betrayed him. He wanted to linger, to make it last, to make her wait. His hands shook with impatience but still he smoothed the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop. He sat on the bed and untied his shoes then turned again so she could watch his long, scared fingers working nimbly on his belt and pants. All the while his gaze was hot and eager on her breasts, on her face, on her open, ready cunt.

Finally he stood as naked as she and his arousal evident in the long, thick shaft protruding proudly from a thatch of thick, black hair. They didn't bother with foreplay. This ritual was enough. It wasn't so much the sexual act that aroused Marley so completely, it was the simple fact that James Potter wanted her. He needed her with a passion and hunger of the most ravenous beast, starving and dying of thirst. She really didn't make much difference in this world, but right now, at this moment, with this man she was the most important and vital thing in the world.

"On your knees," he murmured against her lips. "I want you from behind, tonight."

Their breaths mingled and Marley felt a hot thrill of excitement. Obediently she sat up and turned so she was on her knees. She wound her fingers around the bars of the headboard and looked back at him, over her shoulder.

"Like this?" she purred and smiled suggestively.

"Merlin, Marley…" he rasped, his breaths coming in brisk pulls.

Something told her that he liked what he was seeing very much. She shivered at the wave of pride that fact brought.

After another second of just staring at her, shapely form, posed and ready for him, James finally moved up behind her, positioned his cock at her weeping entrance and slid inside. Marley moaned and tightened her grip on the headboard. His hand stroked down the center of her back then curved around her hip while his over hand gripped her thigh.

She could feel his hot breath against her shoulder and mewed impatiently. "Please, James…" She tightened her inner muscles around his thickness and circled her hips. "I want…"

"Fuck you feel incredible, Marley," he rasped against her throat and his hand caressed slowly up her thigh, over her hip and back to her thigh. "Thank you." Those last words were whispered as he tightened his grip.

James began to thrust, slowly at first, letting her body adjust to his thick girth and calming his own urgent need to climax. His hands gripped her hips but the trembling of his fingers showed how close he was so Marley stayed still, holding the headboard and enjoying the moment.

He was hers now. In this moment of barely held control she was the only woman in his world. His wife could walk in right now and he'd growl at her to leave so he could finish this passion inside Marley.

At long last James placed a hot lingering kiss at the base of her neck and started a long, rough rhythm that would take them both over the edge. He thrust hard and deep, his fingers digging into her thighs. His wide-mouthed groans sent arousal flooding hot and sweet through her body.

All she could do was hold on and feel as her lover took her body with the force she craved. He was pounding out his guilt, his sorrow, his pain and replacing it in his soul with the ultimate pleasure of this act.

Unable to resist, Marley steadied herself on her knees against this relentless thrusting and bent one arm behind her back, begging him to understand. But her act of submission went ignored by James' growing passion.

Instead his hands gripped her hips for dear life as he slammed his cock again and again, just another man turned one-minded in the search for his own climax.

With a sigh she took her arm back and instead slipped her hand around her front and between her thighs. Slipping two fingers either side of her swollen clit she circled them deftly in the way she knew would bring about her own completion.

Soon her own pleasured moans joined his and too soon hot orgasmic heat spread from her clit and down her thighs. Her toes curled, her fingers curled and her whole body shook with the intensity of it and behind her James let out a hoarse cry and emptied himself deep inside her convulsing cunt.

It was a long time later that James began to talk. "He was barely eighteen… He shouldn't have even known those curses existed…" And out it came the story that brought him to her. James had killed a death eater tonight but when he peeled back the mask the boy was so young.

And he cried. Marley held him while he sobbed long and piteous against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his back while his whole body shuddered and she combed her fingers through his damp black hair as his breaths took on the even sigh of sleep.

When she awoke no more then an hour later it was to the feel of James' knees parting her thighs.

She let him.

Slowly she wound her arms around his back; she knew what he needed now and she gave it willingly. James needed this. He needed her and she was selfish enough to bask in his desperation. There was no time to build her arousal or see to her pleasure all at once his prick slid home into her still slick body. He didn't look at her, instead he balanced his weight on his arms, resting either side her shoulders and kept his eyes shut tight while his lower body rutted with quick sharp jabs till with a sudden sharp cry his cock flexed and she felt his seed flood inside her once again.

Immediately he pulled away, swung off the bed and started to dress.

Marley knew this routine as well. James was disgusted with himself for doing this, for coming to her, for being unfaithful to the wife he loved above life itself. He never looked at her while he dressed. Finally he walked into her bathroom and she could hear water running then he simply walked out the front door with out so much as a word to her, not so much as a quick look to see that she was alright.

She almost expected him to throw a couple sickles on her bedside table for services rendered. As quickly and silently as the Auror had arrived he was gone and Marley was alone again. Not that she had any right to expect more. After all she was just the mistress.