Once Bitten, by astridfire
Tags: slash, Marauder era, Starbucks, porn with plot, but mostly porn, pining, boys being dumb, friends with benefits, peter is never on screen, biting, hickies, marking
Summary: Sirius's feelings for James were wrong, so wrong, and they only got worse when James started ambushing him with sex.
Notes: This story just sorta happened to me. It was all supposed to be in one chapter, but FFnet was being sucky about long chapters, so it's in three for no good reason. To read it as one, properly, find it at AO3.
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Sirius never wanted anyone to find out, because it was wrong to look at your best friend the way he looked at James. It was wrong to stare at James's fingers, to wonder at their length, and how they'd feel wrapped tightly around his cock, or curling inside his arse. It was wrong to see James's messy hair, and wish Sirius was the one who'd made it that messy, not by James's own perpetual ruffling of it. It was wrong to see James's mouth, curved in a smirk, and wonder how it would feel to have that mouth sucking on his cock. Wrong to think about how James would smirk around his prick, and his eyes would glint with smug pleasure at Sirius's utter loss of composure. Wrong to think of how it would feel to come like that, with James on his knees slurping up Sirius's come.
It was wrong, was all. It made Sirius feel guilty and ashamed of himself, because James had no idea his best friend was perving on him. James had no idea Sirius listened extra hard at night, with his hand wrapped around his own prick, to hear the small noises James made while he jerked off.
He had no idea of the time Sirius had walked in on James naked in the shower. The curtain had not been pulled all the way shut, and James had been rubbing soapy hands over his flat abs and sharp hip bones, his head tipped back, eyes closed against the spray of water. Sirius had stood there, struck dumb and staring for minutes, rather than immediately turning around, or even simply going to brush his teeth at the sink the way Remus would have if he'd walked in, and saw James washing himself.
It wasn't right, the way Sirius would get distracted in class, watching James's fingers on his wand. The way he would poise them just so for a tricky bit of transfiguration, or how he would clench his fist around the shaft in DADA, sending out blasting hexes at unsuspecting blocks of stone.
Sirius shouldn't even have been allowed near James when he was on a broomstick. Flying with a hard on was quite uncomfortable. Quidditch practice was damn near impossible unless Sirius has a wank first.
It especially wasn't right the way Sirius thought James's mouth looked just right for kissing, and his throat looked ripe for biting. Or the way he thought about how it could be, if the times when they threw themselves down together on the sofa in the common room, jumbles of long limbs all pressed together, could be different if only Sirius could put his hands just there, and rest his head just so, and if he could lie there with James and sigh, and close his eyes, and James could put his hands on Sirius's back, and they could just be. That was the most wrong of all the wrong things, in Sirius's mind. Because it was one thing to be led into temptation by his dick, but it was quite another to be fooled by what was likely his heart. He wasn't sure, given he had never felt very cuddly towards anyone else, but he thought, maybe, this could quite possibly, disastrously, be love.
And that was the most wrong thing of all.
Because James wasn't for Sirius. James was saving his heart for Lily Evans, and just try convincing him that Evans was one bird whose mind wouldn't be swayed by any pretty words coming from a Marauder's mouth. James only had eyes for Evans the way Sirius only had eyes for James, and it was hopeless.
Besides which, it was possible James wasn't even the slightest bit gay, and would reject any and all feelings, emotions, and especially pervings of Sirius as disgusting, or at best, unwanted.
So Sirius never meant for anyone to find out. But unfortunately, or fortunately, James was rather cannier than was good for Sirius's secret. Because one day after Quidditch practice, tumbled together on the sofa nearest the fire in the common room, James started to speak, and his plush lips brushed against the bared skin at Sirius's collar. Sirius shivered, bone deep, and instinctively tipped his head aside, baring his throat for more. James paused for one tiny, terrible moment, and Sirius stiffened, and readied himself to pull away, to remove himself from James's person, and perhaps retreat to a nice, lovely shower where he could relive the moment with his hand on his prick, but James, wanker, pusher, and tester of boundaries that he was, instead locked his legs and arms, holding Sirius in place, and he bit down on the juncture of flesh between Sirius's shoulder and neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt pleasantly, and Sirius whined. He'd intended it to be a protesting sort of whine, but it was rather more a sound of submission, and a grateful one at that.
James laved the bite with a swipe of tongue, and Sirius swallowed, and suddenly it was impossible for him to move. One couldn't walk through the common room with a hard on like he had at that moment. Not without everyone knowing about it.
"Aren't you two cute?" said Alice Smythe-Smith, Evans's best friend, and Sirius couldn't even look at her. He could only be grateful his face was turned into the back of the sofa, and no one could see the flush that burned his cheeks, and James couldn't see what his face looked like, and wouldn't know, maybe, that the boner Sirius was now sporting was because of his bite.
"He's keeping me warm," said James. He wrapped his arms around Sirius's back, and squeezed like Sirius was a very cuddly, horny teddy bear. "Very cold at Quidditch practice today."
"You couldn't have fetched a blanket?" said Alice. She sounded like she was grinning.
"Padfoot is very warm," said James, loyally. "Cuddle a bit closer, Sirius. I'm feeling a chill."
This was torture. Sirius wiggled about, trying to keep his hips from tilting close to James's body, so that he wouldn't know about his hard on. James wasn't having it. He shifted his hips, and grabbed handfuls of Sirius's arse, and there was lifting, shoving, and then everything below the waist slotted together much more comfortably, disastrously, and James said, "There, that's better. Much more coverage," and Alice laughed, and said she was leaving now, no need to put on a show, and Sirius's hard on was pressed very snugly into James's hip, and Sirius's thigh was pressed into a very nice bulge.
"That's better," James murmured. "Don't you think, Padfoot?"
Sirius could only whine.
"There's no going anywhere until it goes down," said James quietly. "And the common room is absolutely full up. Someone will see, and then everyone will know."
Sirius shuddered.
"Now, you just lie there, and think very unsexy thoughts," said James. He countered this by nudging his nose along Sirius's neck, and then very precisely licking the bite he had given Sirius earlier.
Sirius shuddered again, for an entirely different reason.
"I don't imagine this is helping," said James, and then the fucker rolled his hips.
"Merlin's fucking pants," Sirius swore.
"There he is," James murmured triumphantly. "I wondered if you'd gone mute."
Sirius was now miffed enough that turning his head on James's shoulder so he could face his arsehole of a best friend seemed like a good idea. But James was smirking, and his whiskey brown eyes were full of humor and mirth, like this was just another prank they were playing on everyone. 'Haha, see how I can make Sirius come in his pants in front of the whole common room without anyone noticing a thing.' This did wonders for the fog in his brain, but nothing for the rod in his trousers.
"You're a prick," said Sirius.
"I'd say you're the prick," said James, and he rolled his hips again.
"Stop that," said Sirius.
James snorted, and his hands landed on Sirius's arse again and squeezed. "What is it?" he asked. "Is the biting a thing?"
Sirius closed his eyes. "No."
"The giant hard on jabbing my guts says otherwise," said James. Sirius was momentarily flattered, because, 'giant,' really? But reality intruded, as across the room someone won a game of Exploding Snap, and began crowing loudly over the victory. There were a lot of people in the common room tonight. A lot of witnesses to his potential humiliation.
"Your prick isn't exactly soft," said Sirius, and got a little revenge by shifting his thigh.
James swallowed, and gave a breathy laugh. "Suppose not. How do you suggest we proceed, Padfoot?"
"By lying very, very still. And get your hands off my arse."
James did no such thing. "I suppose we should think unsexy thoughts. Like Dumbledore and McGonagall naked in the prefect's bath. Together."
"Ugh."
"Or, how about the giant squid and Snivellus."
"Well, that did it. All boners are immediately quashed with thoughts of Snivellus."
"No, it's not," said James, and he squeezed Sirius's arse, and held him tightly while rolling his hips again.
Sirius swallowed a moan, and then hissed, "If you keep that up we're going to get rid of our boners in an entirely different way."
James snickered, but stopped.
"I suspect it was the giant squid that ruined it," James said. "Think of what those tentacles could do. All of them. Together. At once."
"You dirty pervert."
"Says the man with his prick all shoved up against mine in the middle of the common room. Said the Sirius to the kettle, hint, we're both Black."
It could be worse, Sirius thought. James could have shoved him away at the start. He could have freaked out, and claimed he'd never speak to Sirius again. This was actually an excellent outcome, if Sirius was being honest. But it was also horrible, because James was joking. This was all a joke. A funny lark James would hint at later when they were in company, just to see if Sirius would blush.
"Just don't move," Sirius said. "And get your hands off my arse."
"You're quite comfortable, Padfoot," said James. "Other than the pants situation you aren't poking me anywhere. Usually we're all elbows and knees doing this."
"We're not usually dry humping," said Sirius. "I suspect that makes a difference."
James smirked at him, and his hands finally left Sirius's arse to travel in long sweeps up and down Sirius's back. It felt amazing, and Sirius dropped his head to James's shoulder, and sighed.
"You're such a puppy," said James. "Padfoot loves to be petted."
"Shut up, Prongs," said Sirius. He was very aware of how appropriate his Animagus form was. Loyal, eager to please, desperate for affection. If James wanted to put a collar on him, and lead him around on a leash, Sirius would probably go for it, so long as he got pets and belly rubs, or their sexy equivalents.
Sirius shifted around on the sofa. "Budge up a bit," he said, and wiggled to the side. He slid off James, and landed on his side, with his back now pressed into the sofa cushions. James squawked as his predicament was exposed to the common room.
"On your side," said Sirius, and James rolled over so they were faced together on the sofa. Their dicks, thankfully, were no longer touching in any way. The only bits that touched were knees and elbows. Very unsexy.
"It was better the other way," James groused, trying to find a good place for his arm to go, and finally settled his hand on Sirius's hip. Sirius kept his arm tucked under his head, and the other tight to his chest. Their knees knocked, and James shoved one of his in between Sirius's. "There."
"No more accidental frottage," said Sirius. Though could it be accidental when James was grabbing his arse, and rolling his hips like that?
"More's the pity," said James, grinning.
Sirius rolled his eyes, and hoped his blush wasn't visible.
They were quiet for a little while, Sirius trying not to do anything stupid, like stare into James's eyes, and James toying with a belt loop on Sirius's hip, which wasn't really helping the boner situation.
"Would you like to talk about the weather?" asked James. "Quidditch? How the team will fare against Hufflepuff next week?"
"Shut up."
"Just thought you'd want to make small talk, during this awkward silence."
"No," said Sirius.
"Then perhaps we should talk about how you got a stiffie when I bit you."
"How about we talk about why you bit me?"
"You were going to run away," said James, like it was perfectly reasonable to stop someone from running away by biting them, and grabbing their arse, and rubbing groins together.
"Yes, I was," said Sirius. "And I will run away again, once I can walk without embarrassing myself."
"Why though?" said James. "It's not as though we haven't seen each other with hard ons before."
Sirius huffed. "It's not the same," he said.
"Because I gave you this one?"
Sirius would run away right now. He would. But James's hand migrated from his hip, and found skin to scorch at the small of his back, and Sirius's erection wasn't wilting at all. Not one bit.
"You gave me mine," said James, like such an admission was easy, and Sirius watched him wet his lip with his tongue. James's fingers pressed into his skin, and fiddled with his waistband, like for his next trick, he was going to slide his hand underneath.
"So what does that mean?" said Sirius.
James made an amused, aroused face. "Well, if we were alone right now, who knows what would be happening?"
Sirius choked, and managed, "What?"
"I mean, you like it," James said. Their hips must have shifted closer while James was talking, because things were rubbing together down below again. "And I like it, so why not?"
"Why not?" echoed Sirius.
James nodded, and shrugged his shoulder. "Why not?"
At this moment, with James's hand on his back, fingertips creeping beneath his waistband, pressing into the swell of his arse, and their erections rubbing together between them, he couldn't think of a single fucking reason why not. In fact, the idea of walking through the common room like this didn't even bother him anymore, not if the journey ended with Sirius being able to shove James down onto one of their beds and pull the curtains, and they could rub against each other until they come. Hell, maybe they could even do the rubbing naked, if they could stand the extra seconds it would take to get undressed.
Sirius found his hand was no longer held tight to his chest, but instead had gathered a handful of James's white button down, like he was going to drag James in closer. James smirked, looking hot and pleased, like Sirius was behaving exactly as expected. Sirius thought he might just dare to kiss that knowing smirk off James's face, see what he made of that—
"Honestly, you two, there are children in here," came the disgusted voice of the dasher of all Sirius's wet dreams, Lily Evans.
In a flash, James's hand was removed from Sirius's arse, and his body was upright and twisted around on the sofa, untucked shirt draped artfully to cover his boner. He was still helpfully blocking Sirius's groin from the rest of the room.
"Evans," said James. "Light of my life, apple of my eye."
"Save it," Lily said. "Take your canoodling away from all the young, impressionable eyes, and mine. Trust me, no one wants to see just how close the two of you are."
"Why, Evans, I don't know what you mean. Sirius and I were just keeping each other warm after Quidditch practice," said James. "Dreadful cold out there. I nearly lost feeling in my extremities, but Sirius helped put the feeling back."
Sirius snorted. His erection was all but gone. Watching James flirt with Evans was good for that. Also good for boner killing was the crushing sense of disappointment, dismay, and the bitter feeling he should have known better.
Lily wrinkled her nose. "Do it in your room next time."
"Do what?" said James, tipping his head to the side, and affecting innocence.
Lily rolled her eyes, and walked away.
James watched her go, and Sirius's heart sank lower and lower. The good news was his erection was completely gone. Sirius could go up to bed now, and go about pretending this incident never occurred, because that was surely what James would do.
Sirius sat up, and wiggled out from behind James until they sat side by side on the edge of the sofa.
James frowned after Lily. "Nearly getting caught made it worse," he mused, shifting his hips. "I discovered a new kink."
More like Lily made it worse, the tosser. Sirius felt like an idiot. A used idiot.
"Well, I'm for bed," said Sirius.
"What?" said James, finally looking at Sirius instead of Evans.
"Here, have a pillow." Sirius grabbed a throw pillow from the end of the sofa, and tossed it into James's lap. "See you in the morning."
"Padfoot!"
Sirius went up the staircase, and as soon as he was inside their room, he stripped off his clothes, and dove into bed. He shut the curtains with a spell, and made it so James wouldn't be able to invade, and demand any answers, or try to start something again.
Sirius had to remember James wasn't for him, he was for Lily, and Sirius would never have James the way he wanted. He would just have to forget the boner incident had ever occurred.
But it was difficult, he thought, gently prodding the bite mark on his neck, to forget when he had so much evidence it had happened. He would probably have a hickey tomorrow. James Potter had given him, Sirius Black, a hickey. And he had grabbed his arse, and rubbed his hard prick against Sirius's, and James had said Sirius was the one who made him hard, and James had wanted to—
"Not thinking about it," said Sirius. He shoved his face under his pillow, pulled the covers up over his shoulders, and tried to smother himself in bedding. Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't wake up in the morning at all. Maybe he would suffocate in his sleep, and then wouldn't have to see James's stupid face again, and wouldn't have to try to pretend to only want to be friends with that stupid face, when what he wanted was so much more than that.
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Sirius managed to fall asleep, and he was awake, dressed, and heading down to breakfast before James had even woken up. Score one to Black. He didn't know how James was going to respond to what happened last night, and mentally prepared himself for being ignored, punched, or to have James declare Sirius's perversions to everyone. He didn't hold much hope James actually meant any of the things he'd said last night. A bloke will say anything when he has a boner, and he wants someone else to touch it. Things were different when you have a spent prick and a clear head.
Remus was an early riser, and was already at the Gryffindor table, reading the Daily Prophet, and sipping tea, with the remains of his breakfast set aside. Sirius took the seat across from him, and gave Remus a bland smile when he looked up in surprise.
"You're up early," said Remus.
"Wanted to beat the rush," said Sirius, and Remus quirked an eyebrow. The Great Hall was damn close to empty, and wouldn't fill up for another hour. Sirius grabbed toast and sausages, a heap of eggs, and pumpkin juice, and dug in. He wanted to be gone before James even thought of coming down. Sirius planned on avoiding his best friend as much as he could today.
Remus looked bemused, and turned back to the paper.
Sirius's plans were thwarted by James's sudden arrival in the Great Hall. James flew through the open doors, looking disheveled and gorgeous. His bed head had not been tamed, his shirt was half buttoned, a tie draped around his neck, and one of his shoes was untied. He descended on Sirius like an angry dementor, glaring daggers. He defiantly took the seat next to Sirius, knocked their knees together, and then left his there, pressing hot like a brand against Sirius's leg.
Sirius swallowed down some eggs, and pretended there was nothing wrong, despite James's glare never leaving his face, and Remus looking at them curiously.
"Did something happen?" said Remus.
James took toast and the jar of strawberry jam, and slammed the jar down on the table before him. He started slathering his toast with extreme prejudice, all the while glaring at the side of Sirius's face. Sirius very calmly sliced off a bit of sausage and ate it.
"I don't know, Remus," said James, voice full of false cheer. "Let's ask Sirius. Sirius, did something happen?"
Sirius took a bite of eggs, and very bravely shook his head. "Don't think so."
James made an incoherent sound of rage. "He doesn't think so. Un-fucking-believable."
"All right," said Remus, He shook his head at them, and went back to his newspaper.
James finally transferred his glare to his breakfast, and began abusing his food. The eggs were thrown about, the toast was crushed with angry fingers, and the snapping bites James took from the sausage made Sirius's prick shrivel, as fantasies of James giving him blowjobs were ruined forever.
"He doesn't think so," James muttered aloud. "Then what the fuck was all that, I ask you."
"It wasn't—"
James shoved closer in his chair, so they were less knee to knee and now thigh to thigh, and elbow to elbow, and James held his fork in an alarming manner.
"If you say it wasn't anything I will stick this fork in your junk, I swear to Merlin," said James.
Sirius, very wisely, shut his mouth, and laid a protective arm over his lap.
James subsided, but left his thigh where it landed, and poked at his eggs with the fork instead. He sighed, and it was like all his anger vanished in an instant, and he looked the way Sirius felt, confused and uncertain.
Sirius wanted to say, 'Of course it wasn't anything, you're arse over kettle in love with Evans, and you have been for ages, you prat!' But they were in the Great Hall, and Remus would twig to what was happening, and if Sirius had to talk about his feelings in front of other living people he might just die. Literally die on the spot of mortification.
But maybe, Sirius thought, he had read James all wrong. Maybe it was something to him too. There was the matter of his anger this morning, and the fact they were still sitting beside each other with their legs all pressed together, and that had never happened at breakfast before. Maybe Sirius needed to re-evaluate.
But then Lily Evans appeared. She was all fair skin and bright red hair, with the morning sun glinting off of it, making it look shinier than a new knut. James did that stupid thing where he sighed, and followed her down the aisle with his eyes. Sirius had a sudden urge to put a fork in James's junk. He got up from the table while James was distracted, and left without saying goodbye. He would see them both in Charms anyhow.
It was not an easy thing, to hide from James Potter, what with the tricks James had up his sleeves, but Sirius thought he could evade him until class started, because he needed to think. James didn't have the map on him at breakfast, and if he were to go up to the tower and get it, he would still have to come after Sirius, so Sirius took up a winding path of the parts of the school farthest from Gryffindor Tower. He eventually holed up in an empty boys' restroom that was just beyond the Hufflepuff dorms, and fixed his hair in the mirror.
"This has to stop," he told his reflection. "You have grown pathetic, and it has to stop here, or you're going to lose him entirely." The mere idea of losing James's friendship had him swallowing a lump in his throat. He couldn't let that happen.
The door banged open, and James stood framed in the doorway for a single, shocking moment, before Sirius realized he never should have thought he could hide from James in the first place.
"Remus had the map?" he guessed.
"No, I just know you, you great big moron," said James. He shut the door behind him, and threw the lock.
James stalked across the room, and grabbed Sirius's shirtfront. He dragged him around, and pushed him until Sirius's back was against the wall, and his shirt was wrinkled.
"Is there anyone else in here?" asked James.
"No, there's no one—" and Sirius choked, because James dragged his collar down, and put his mouth on the bite mark he left on Sirius last night. James sunk his teeth into his skin. Sirius made an involuntary noise, one, because it hurt, and two, James's mouth was on him again.
Suddenly, James's hand was on his cock, touching him through the fabric of his trousers. It was all long fingers and a hot palm, rubbing and stroking and kneading, with fingertips pressed into Sirius's balls. Sirius choked and whimpered, jerking his hips away at the sudden sensation, and then abruptly he gave in, rubbing into James's touch.
James's hips shoved insistently into his, and he was hard already, rubbing his prick into Sirius's thigh.
Sirius tipped his head back, and James bit and sucked marks up the column of his neck, and one just under the hinge of his jaw.
Sirius couldn't help it anymore, and moaned, "Oh, Merlin."
James hummed agreeably. His fingers left Sirius's prick for a moment, fumbling instead with Sirius's belt. He watched James unzip his pants with a sort of disbelieving wonder, and then his eyes rolled back in his head when James reached inside, and pulled out his prick. James was touching his naked cock. Sirius had to bite his tongue to stop from coming right then and there. There was more fumbling down there, and then there was a hot, hard length pressed up against Sirius's prick, and James's hand wrapped around them both. He gave them a long stroke, and Sirius choked out, "Oh, fucking what is happening?"
James chuckled, breathless, and sucked a deeper bruise into Sirius's neck. His hand pulled on both their pricks, and Sirius was finally brave enough to look. The sight was incredible: the pink heads of both their cocks, all shoved up together, and James's fingers wrapped tightly around them, slowly jacking them, and turning Sirius's brain to mush. He looked at James, and his expression made him feel like all the air had gone out of the room. Dark eyes, heavy lidded, glasses pushed up into his hair, making it stand in spikes. Sirius thought it would be okay to get his hand up in James's hair just then, so he did. He slid his fingers into James's thick, messy hair, and tugged. James's eyes slid shut for a moment, and he tipped his head into Sirius's hand. He looked debauched and rumpled and pleased, and Sirius's hips jerked, pushing his cock harder into James's hand.
He put his other hand on James's neck, with his thumb right at the hinge of his jaw, and James chased it, blindly, and sucked Sirius's thumb into his mouth. Sirius felt a hot rush of lust that went straight to his groin, and knew it wouldn't be long now. James closed his eyes in pleasure, tongue swirling around the pad of his thumb, and on their pricks James's thumb swirled over the heads, so sensitive, and that was it. Sirius's balls drew up tight, and he came with a groan. James kept stroking, wetness making his hand glide easily, and then he groaned too, burying his mouth in Sirius's neck, all teeth and open mouth, panting into the giant hickey he left there. Sirius's whimpered at the over stimulation, but James kept stoking them, until every last pulse of come was on his hand, and rubbed into their pricks.
"Fucking finally," James murmured, and he licked the bite mark again before pulling off, and releasing their spent dicks.
Sirius leaned against the wall, certain he couldn't hold himself up without the added help, and stared at the ceiling for a moment, wondering what the hell just happened. Because it seemed like James came in here, and ambushed him with sex, but he could be wrong.
"What—"
James washed his hands off in the sink, and dried them off. He flicked his wand at himself and Sirius, removing the remaining mess. Then he tucked away his cock, and did up his pants and belt. Sirius put his prick away too. It was awkward to be the only one with your junk hanging out.
"Better?" asked James.
"Yeah, but why?"
James didn't answer, but gave him a short nod. He adjusted the glasses on his nose, unlocked the bathroom door, and left, ruffling his hair as he went.
Sirius watched him leave with a frown. "What the fuck was that?" he asked aloud. But no one was there to answer.
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