Disclaimer:
These characters who I mar
With my faltering phrases
And fangirlish crazes
Do not belong to me but rather to dear JKR!
This is a PWP that became infected with some semblance of a plot after the uninvited intrusion of a flamingly gay fictional character. So remember to get your PWP's vaccinated against plots. Consists of three parts and an epilogue.
Part I
The lurid lights flickered to deranged cadence, plunging the room into thick, suffocating darkness before illuminating it with scorching colored lights. Sirius was hollering over the din of the music and raucous, drunken laughter. He gravitated towards the floor where shadowy figures illuminated by the manic, pulsing blinking of the lights twisted and pivoting frantically. His grip on my wrist was tight and urgent as he wove through the whirling, shuddering mass of bodies. I was drawn after him into the throng, the slick, sweaty flesh of the dancing bodies pressing suffocatingly close. The crowd was a insect, nudged on its shell-scalloped back, its many limbs flailing and thrashing; its innards naked.
Sirius' knees were buckling and his slender hips were grinding into my crotch in perfect time to the throbbing beat of the music emoting from the speakers.
He looked so perfectly in place among these clubbers, these beautiful people with coal outlined eyes and taunt bodies gyrating beneath their slick leather clothes. His black hair was elegantly snarled while mine was foolishly mussed and ruffled. His lithe frame was tantalizing and temptingly slender while I was scrawny and gawky. He was effortlessly poised and exuded a sexuality that caused heads- male and female- to pivot sharply in his direction. I was just Remus with knocking, knobby knees and sharp, jutting elbows.
I wanted the floor, shuddering with the stampings of dozens of feet, to open up into a gaping yawn and swallow me whole, to inhale me.
But I stood awkwardly, arms hanging stupidly at my sides, trying to quell the feeling of pleasure that was unraveling itself in the pit of my stomach. He smirked deviously, feeling my erection through my jeans.
"Sorry mate! Couldn't resist." he yelled charmingly, embracing me so I could feel his own arousal. He eagerly, insatiably kissed my neck, sucking at the pale flesh, gnawing and nipping hungrily.
I cast wary glances about the room, looking the writhing crush to gauge their reactions. They were too far absorbed in their own manic dancing to pay us the slightest heed. Beside us were a couple, messily devouring each other's faces, rasping and gasping crudely. Two men to the left were adhered together at the crotch. One was licking the other's bejeweled neck; the gold that encircled his neck was reflecting the light and sparkling gaudily. One man of the pair had a snake of gold cutting a venomous path up the bronzed, sweat-slicked flesh of his arm and his eyes were orbited by flecks of shimmer.
Apparently a couple, two men in fact, feverishly kissing wasn't an unfamiliar sight here.
One heavily made-up girl looked crestfallen; her coal-rimmed eyes, a shocking shade of violet, had followed Sirius since our arrival, widening with shallow lust as he danced. The vermillion gash of her lipstick was now turned upside down in disapproving envy when she saw Sirius pressed tightly up against me.
"They're all bloody faggots," she hissed acidly, so I could hear. She strutted past in her towering, teetering heels, flipping us a red nail polish crowned birdie.
Sirius had always been unabashed with our relationship; tightly grasping my hand when we sauntered towards the Muggle supermarket to purchase milk and greeting me with mind-addling, sloppily ravenous kisses in public. I would stand stiffly, uncomfortable with exposing this private part of my life to the public.
"Sirius," I grated vainly. My head lolled backwards as the rafters and wincing lights above me spun into a sickening, caustic haze. It was as if I was being severed in two. My body was responding to the feather light touch of Sirius' hand now slipped inside my jeans while all my abashed logic begged me to wrench away.
It was the girl, her puckered, spit-slicked lips forming an aghast O, staring at me with envious mockery that finally made me lurch away. She laughed raucously, mute in the din of the club.
Sirius easily masked his shock, quickly morphing the grimace of his beautiful features into a dismissive smirk. He veered around, immersing himself in the throng of whirling bodies, absorbed by the writing leather monster unraveling its dozens of legs on the dance floor.
I retreated to the bar, pitching into a teetering bar stool dismally. The man with the gold gilded snake band winding up his arm perched on the barstool next to mine next to me and peered at me curiously. He was clad in glinting, glimmering gold pants slung precariously low on his slight hips. His hair was violently crimson against his pale skin; the flesh of his slender chest was nearly translucent and his ribs protruded.
"Is he with you?" he asked, gesturing towards Sirius. He brought a cigarette up to his glossed lips and took a long drag, his glitter blazoned cheeks hollowing as he inhaled.
"Well... I don't know..." I stammered, tripping over the syllables. I gazed at the swarm of dancers under the winking lights, spying Sirius dancing in their midst.
"Envy," the man exhaled with a curling puff of blue smoke.
"What?"
"It's all dripping with envy. I'm envious because he's gorgeous and yours. You're envious because he's gorgeous and might not be yours for long," he said. "Do you want a drink?" he inquired abruptly.
I nodded. He signaled the bartender with a sharp snap of his slender white fingers and two long stemmed glasses of an electrically hued liquid appeared on the counter.
"Cheers," the man said, clinking his glass against mine with a light twinkle.
"Cheers," I replied morosely, tentatively bringing to the rim of the glass to my lips. My lips puckered with the sourness of the drink and I salivated with the sweetness. It was acidic and sugary, frothing and burning its way down my throat. My companion gnashed on ice, scrutinizing me, gauging my reaction.
" 'S good," I mumbled before tipping the glass back once more.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, taking a long sip. When he set the glass down a glittery smudged dash of red remained from his swollen lips.
"Where's your..." I stuttered.
"Ellie, you mean. Mr. Elliot is probably participating in some sex act in the loo," he said, sealing his lips around the maraschino cherry that had been lurking with the ice at the bottom of the glass.
"And you don't care?"
"I don't own Ellie," he said. "And Ellie certainly doesn't have any claim on me. Hey, why don't we make this boy of yours a bit... envious," he said, words laced in a sweet poison. His spindly fingers traversed up my inner thigh, tickling and caressing through my jeans.
I gulped. I couldn't look away; the sight of him gazing up at me steadily through tendrils of violently red hair as his fingers edged nearer and nearer to my crotch was hypnotic. My intake of breath was sharp as he teasingly stroked my erection.
He smirked. "You're mine. For a few short hours you're mine."
I gazed over to Sirius who was standing blankly at me and swiftly leaned over catch this man's shimmering lips under mine.
