Disclaimer: Everything and everyone belongs to JK, I just warp them slightly and return them later confunded but unharmed.

Warnings: Violence, Adult language, Graphic Sexual Situations, All book spoilers, BDSM, Non-con sex, character deaths, het sex, slash sex, Alternate Universe eventually.

A/N: The nickname Sirius gives Lucius, Pavo, is the Peacock constellation. I thought it fit well with the Black family naming theme, and Sirius's sense of humor as well. And yes, Lucius does know what Sirius is calling him, he took astronomy at Hogwarts. (didn't we all?)


Ch. 1 Loyal

'Out in the battle, flung far and used, where does our allegiance lie? ...Call me loyal, I'll say you're loyal too..'

Loyal by Dave Dobbyn

Sirius Black told those who asked that he'd escaped Azkaban on his own. He claimed that by changing to his animagus form, a dog, he was able to simply slip through the bars. He almost laughed at the thought. If it had been that simple, he would have been living his life somewhere remote and tropical, not wasting his youth away in Azkaban for all those years.

Sirius sighed and ran a haggard hand through his once vibrant black hair and sighed. He knew he couldn't tell them the truth. Not now. They wouldn't understand. Besides, how was he to tell them that for twelve years, a man they despised had been planning his escape, only waiting for the right moment to execute?

No one would believe the loyalty of Lucius Malfoy to Sirius Black. They would all question his reasons. Sirius definitely wasn't ready to tell them that. Luckily though, they were on the same page. Lucius wasn't ready to have his true disposition revealed either.

The green eyes of his godson searched Sirius's face for some hint of an answer. He'd started thinking he'd never have to tell that lie to Harry. Two years had passed and the boy never showed any curiosity concerning his escape. Sirius could only assume that in their boredom they were desperate to hear 'hero' stories, and in truth, he had none to offer.

He looked to the inquisitive faces of Harry and Ron, and gave the same generic answer he'd given an skeptical Dumbledore when prodded.

"I assume that I was lucky, that I happened to pick the right moment to make my break. If the dementors don't feel happiness, nothing is amiss. I was not happy to be escaping Harry, rather angry and fearful for your safety."

The boys had swallowed his lie, satisfied, and reveled in their own tales for a while before leaving Sirius in his study, alone with his thoughts.

OoOoO

A lazy smile played across his lips as he recalled the first time he'd met Lucius. Both of them were still so young at the time. He was almost seventeen, and Lucius slightly more a man at twenty two. They were attending a Black family gathering of some kind, and Lucius had acted as an escort to Narcissa, Sirius's older cousin. He remembered the charming blond Malfoy strutting around, preening himself like a peacock for her benefit and she had loved every moment.

Sirius never liked Narcissa. She always pretended to be gentle and soft spoken, but she was a horrible woman. Another product of the Black family's inbreeding in it's desperate attempts to keep the blood line pure. Narcissa was as bad as her sister Bellatrix, if not worse. At least Bellatrix was upfront about her nastiness. Sirius didn't know how he had ended up in the library alone with Lucius and Narcissa, but he was pleased when her parents had called for her. This gave Sirius time to study Lucius as they sat together in uncomfortable silence. His eyes must have lingered on Lucius's form a bit too long, because he finally spoke.

"Why exactly are you staring at me, Black?"

"I was looking at your cane. I didn't notice you having any trouble walking."

Lucius picked up the cane from where it rested against his chair. Pale, spindly fingers eased the silver serpents head from it's case to reveal a smooth, black wand. He looked at it for a moment and displayed it to Sirius.

"This is a walking stick, boy, not a cane. I have no trouble walking. This simply conceals my wand so it never has to leave my hands."

Sirius nodded as he watched him sheathe the wand once again before turning his attention elsewhere.

It was not long before he felt Lucius watching him.

"Yes?"

"I was thinking what a pity it is that someone from a family such as yours was placed in the house of Gryffindor. All of your possible potential, wasted in the house of mudbloods and fools."

"I would rather be in a house of honest fools and decent muggle borns, than in one of pretentious, manipulative pure blood bastards, like yourself, Malfoy."

Now that Sirius thought back on it, Lucius was probably purposely baiting him. Wanting to arouse the anger in him out of sheer boredom. He couldn't remember the minor details now, but their words had led to a scuffle, ending with Sirius pinned against the library wall, Lucius's wand to his throat.

Even now, nearly twenty years later, he could still feel the heaviness of Lucius's body pressed against his own. Their gray eyes locked before Lucius had carelessly reached up and brushed a stray hair from Sirius's cheek. It was only the slightest touch, but when their flesh made contact, a charge passed through Sirius's body. He knew Malfoy had felt it as well as he had jerked his hand away and stepped back as though shocked.

Sirius was stunned and conceded defeat. Lucius didn't move to stop him as he fled from the room. He hadn't been able to shake the feeling, and he wondered if he had imagined the fire in Lucius's eyes. It was the look in those eyes that sent Sirius to Malfoy's home later that summer. The very night he'd left his parents home forever.

"What on earth would lead you to believe I would put you up, Black?" Lucius sneered. "Our last meeting wasn't pleasant. In fact, I recall you taking your leave with your tail between your legs."

Sirius couldn't help but smile at the irony in those words. Malfoy hadn't known that he was an animagus. Not yet.

"I recall a different moment Malfoy," Sirius said as he closed the gap between them. "You can't say you didn't feel something. The way you were looking at me--"

"Enough!" Lucius brandished his wand and glared at him. "I don't know what kind of fantasies you've been having about me, boy, but you are toying with the wrong man."

He stepped around Sirius. "First, you foolishly ask me to take you in. Now you try to threaten me with your imagined—"

Sirius cut him off sharply. "It was not imagined Malfoy. I'll prove it to you." He reached out and touched Lucius's arm, feeling the jolt again instantly. Emboldened by the stunned look of the older man, he leaned his face closer to Lucius's.

Their lips were almost touching as Sirius breathed, "How's that for imaginary, Pavo?"

Sirius's arms snaked around Malfoy's slim waist, pulling him closer. He traced the fullness of Lucius's bottom lip with his tongue. After only a seconds hesitation, Lucius opened his mouth, allowing Black the entrance he had been seeking. Wand clacking hollow and forgotten on the floor, Lucius wrapped his arms around Sirius and returned his passion with all he had.

OoOoO

Hours later, on the floor of the Malfoy study, Sirius and Lucius lay spent, wrapped in each others arms amidst their hastily discarded clothing

The next morning, Lucius had Sirius put up in one of his many guest rooms. It was furnished with the same wealth and abundance as the rest of the manor, everything he could want or need was at his very fingertips. Yet Sirius never spent much time there, sleeping or otherwise. He instead preferred being anywhere Lucius was, and most of that time was in his master bedroom.

For the first time in his life, Sirius was truly happy. He had found happiness in the arms of a man, a fact that confused Sirius at times, but he didn't stop to think about it long enough for it to bother him. Sirius was ecstatic with his current situation, and he was in love, but he wasn't delusional. He didn't dream of happily ever after with this man. He didn't have hopes that Lucius would forgo his matrimonial pursuits with the opposite sex. He had Lucius's whispered declarations of love, and that was more than he had dreamed of. Sirius knew it would all end, he had steeled himself for that the first time he felt the now familiar pixie wings flutter in his stomach at the sight of Lucius's face. Though, after a while, he had allowed himself to be lulled into a false sense of security, and the night Lucius was forced to break things off, Sirius was far from prepared.

OoOoO

Lucius had opted to play the submissive role that night. Their sweaty bodies were entwined beneath the sheets as Sirius, on top of Lucius, plunged his way to ecstasy. He could remember looking up into a mirror Lucius kept over the bed and couldn't help thinking that he'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Lucius's long hair was spread out over the green satin pillowcase that rested beneath his head, small beads of sweat glistened on his forehead and trickled like morning dew on a rose down the sides of his face. His look was one of pure bliss. The stark contrast of their appearance, his black hair and darkly tanned skin against Lucius's pale blond beauty, only excited Sirius further. To him, it looked as though the Devil himself were ravishing an angel.

Once they were both sated, Sirius curled into Lucius's arms, burying his face in the hollow of his lovers throat. Sirius soon fell asleep, feeling safe and content.

A while later, he was awakened by the soothing baritone of Lucius's voice. At first his words didn't register in Sirius's mind, and he had to ask him to repeat what he had said.

"I said, you know we can't go on like this forever."

Sirius sleepily nuzzled closer to Malfoy's neck, playfully nibbling the sensitive spot below his ear.

"Mmmm...why not, Pavo?"

Lucius pressed his lips to the top of Sirius's head and left the bed, striding over to the window that overlooked the garden. Sirius propped himself up on his elbow and admired the tone, naked form in the moonlight. Lucius was trying to talk to him about something important, and Sirius just wasn't ready to listen. He knew that he would press the issue though, so he remained silent. Finally Lucius turned to him, a pained expression on his face and began to speak again.

"As you know, I've been seeing your cousin, Narcissa, for a time now." He hesitated. "Arrangements have been made between our families, a contract was signed today."

Sirius couldn't control the anger in his voice. "Just bloody well say it man. Don't dance around it."

Lucius turned back to the window once again and whispered softly.

"We're engaged. Narcissa and I, we're to be married."

Sirius had barely heard the words, but he knew what was said. He felt the wind being forced from his lungs. To stop the tears that were threatening to fall, he threw back the sheet covering his nude body and jumped from the bed and began screaming at Lucius.

"WHAT? Engaged to her? With everything that's happened? You would choose that simpering whore over what we have?"

Sirius began searching the room frantically for his clothes, Lucius reached him in two long strides, grabbed his shoulders and spun Sirius to face him.

"It's not what I've chosen Black, don't you understand that? I'm an heir. A pure blood heir. I have certain responsibilities to my line."

"You used me, Malfoy. I will never forgive you."

Lucius tried to take him in his arms, but Sirius struggled against him and dropped to the floor. Lucius knelt beside him.

"Listen to me love, look at me." He gripped Sirius's face between his palms and forced his eyes to meet his own.

"Do you honestly think I could love her after I've loved you? You are the first pure, true thing I've had in my life. I eat, sleep breathe and dream you Black. Do you think I would do this, that I would leave you had I not been forced? This is not my choice."

Silent tears streamed down Sirius's face as Lucius kissed them away. After a while, Sirius seemed to calm, harsh realization settled in, and he knew what Lucius said was true. He had obligations to his family, obligations that could not be easily ignored.

He turned and took Lucius in his arms. Long fingers splayed across Sirius's chest as he ran his own through Lucius's long silvery hair.

"Just promise me one thing, Pavo." Sirius sighed heavily. "Don't ever regret this."

Lucius looked up at him, a mixture of sadness and love in his soft gray eyes.

"Never."

Sirius left the next morning without even so much as a goodbye.

OoOoO

The next time Sirius had seen Lucius was at his Christmas Eve wedding to Narcissa. It was fitting in his opinion, a winter wedding for the ice princess. Lucius had sent the invitation to him personally. Sirius had torn the envelope to pieces, searching for some note, some sign that Lucius missed him, that he still felt the same. He came up empty handed. It was a kick in the stomach, but ever hopeful, he took the invitation to mean that Lucius was craving contact with him as well.

So as not to be alone, Sirius asked James Potter to accompany him. James of course knew nothing of the affair he'd had with the Malfoy heir, but James had always been the only one of his friends able to subdue him when his emotions ran wild.

Unable to bear witness to the farce of a ceremony, Sirius chose to wait in the garden where the reception would be held. It was late December and freezing, yet the garden was charmed to be warm for the celebration of the nuptials. He had to admit it was beautiful, filled with exotic flowers that had no place among the newly fallen snow. Moving ice sculptures in the form of the god Eros, complete with bow and arrow and paired with his lover Psyche, mocked him as they shot loving glances from one to the other. Sirius grudgingly took comfort in the fact that their love story had not ended well, and hoped that their choice of sculptures was some sort of sign from the gods that this union would not last.

James offered Sirius a glass of the cool champagne that flowed freely from the large fountain. Sirius shook his head and watched as his friend downed both glasses quickly, and reached to fill another. The garden gates opened and a string quartet filed in to begin preparing for the party which was sure to start at any moment.

Cheering was soon heard from inside, and the doors burst open to reveal the newly married couple. Narcissa was dressed in a flowing gown for the occasion, so spectacularly white it put the fresh snow to shame. She was beaming up at Lucius, who merely looked bored, yet devastatingly handsome in his elegant black dress robes. He glared enviously as Lucius turned to dance to the first song with his bride. Sirius grew bored watching them, and decided to leave. It was then that Lucius made his excuses, and sought him out.

"Potter. Black." He said formally, extending his hand to the men.

"Pavo." Sirius drawled, causing Lucius lip to curl slightly. Malfoy had remembered the pet name after all.

"Congratulations Malfoy." James gushed, a bit tipsy from the champagne he'd been helping himself to.

Lucius gave him a weak smile. "Would you excuse us for a moment?"

Not waiting for James to reply, Lucius opened the doors to the house and ushered Sirius into the study, turning the lock behind them.

"What does your wife think of you inviting me here?" Sirius spat.

Lucius looked at him for a moment, but did not answer. Instead he stepped forward wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in Sirius's hair, briefly inhaling before releasing him and moving away.

"Don't be bitter, Black. It doesn't suit you."

"I'm not bitter old man, I've already moved on to someone else."

Lucius laughed. "Ah, yes. Potter then I presume? Well of course, I expect an invitation to the wedding."

Sirius rolled his eyes. There was nothing going on with James, nor anyone else for that matter, and he knew that Lucius had known as well. He turned and flopped down on the white, velvet couch. The color reminded him of Narcissa's dress, and he had to take one final jab at the bitch.

"I wonder old man, does it bite your arse knowing that Narcissa didn't reserve her virginity for you?" Sirius put the back of his hand across his forehead and continued dramatically. "Her parents would die from the shame if they knew they had failed to provide the great Malfoy heir with a virgin Black bride. "

Lucius smirked."It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've already had a virgin from the Black family, as you should well remember."

Sirius felt himself blush from head to toe. He had been inexperienced when he and Lucius began their affair. He knew Lucius had made love to women before him, scores if the gossips were right, but Sirius was never sure whether he was the only man Lucius had ever been with.

"To answer your earlier question Black, Narcissa thinks I'm trying to recruit you. That's what I told her anyway."

"Recruit me? For what?" Sirius gave Lucius a distressed look. "Don't tell me you've fallen in with that Death Eater crew Lucius."

Lucius pushed up the sleeve of his robes and unbuttoned his cuff, revealing a faint skull. That was all Sirius had seen before Lucius hastily shoved his sleeve back down.

"Like most other things in my life Black, I had no choice."

He went to the door and opened it.

His parting words were spoken in the low, cold voice Lucius had adopted as of late, but oddly they warmed Sirius to the core. Lucius was trying to protect him. He still cared.

"I wanted you to know, I wanted to warn you. There are others at Hogwarts who have taken the mark as well. Don't give them a reason to hurt you..and don't trust anyone."

OoOoO

Those words would come back to haunt Sirius a few short years later when the same Dark Lord Lucius followed murdered James and his wife Lily. The rat bastard Peter Pettigrew, the one he'd convinced James to trust as his secret keeper in Sirius's stead, had betrayed them. Lucius had come to him, for the first time since his wedding to Narcissa and told him what Pettigrew had done. But it was too late. By the time Sirius got to Godrics Hollow, his friends home was all but blasted in two.

"James! Lily!" He'd cried out desperately, hoping for some sign of life though he knew in his heart of hearts that there would be none.

He rushed into the area that was at one time a cozy living room. He saw James right away. He was lying on the floor, a serene look that comes only in death on his handsome face. Sirius knelt near the body of his boyhood friend and placing his fingers on James' eyelids, he closed them.

"I'm so sorry James." Sirius whispered. "I should have trusted myself more. I should never--"

He heard screaming above him, and flew up what was left of the stairs.

"Harry! Lily—." He was torn in two at the scene that met him in the boy's room.

One year old Harry was there, sitting amongst the still smoking rubble. His dead mothers fingers were clutched inside his tiny fist. He was screaming at her, shaking Lily, as though trying to wake her.

He crossed the room and grabbed baby Harry up. Sirius found himself unable to look down on Lily's face and left the room in a hurry. He was trying to decide what to do when Hagrid and Dumbledore came. His mistake was not taking the time to explain to them what had happened. Instead, always the one to act before thinking, Sirius handed the baby Potter over to the old wizard and went looking for Pettigrew to exact his revenge.

He should have killed Peter that night. He just didn't have it in him, not with Peter, his old friend Peter standing there pleading for his life.

"Tell me Wormtail! I want to know before I take the light from your eyes. Why Peter? Why!"

Sirius was only inches away from Peter Pettigrew, the look in his gray eyes deadly. His wand was pointed directly at Peter's little black heart. All he'd had to do was say the words.

"P-please Sirius! Don't k-kill me! I h-had to do it! He f-f-forced me!" Pettigrew was shaking, eyes darting between Sirius's face and the wand hovering precariously over his heart. Sirius hesitated, only for a moment, but Pettigrew saw his wand drop slightly and took advantage of his moment of weakness.

Right then there was an explosion and everything went black. Sirius awoke surrounded by Ministry officials. He then told the tale of Peters betrayal and his own hesitation. He hadn't known about the muggle deaths previously, but he vehemently denied any part in it when accused.

His reward for not issuing the justice Peter so deserved was exile in Azkaban, for crimes he would have died before committing. That rat had always been more trouble than he was worth.


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