Alright guys, there are male/male sexy times in this chapter, even if they aren't all that explicit. This is the first time I've tried a guy on guy story and it was a bit more awkward to write than I expected! Anywho, allons-y!


"It's all your fault, you arsehole!" James yelled at Sirius. "It's been a week and she still won't stop glaring at me! Fix it you tosser!" James' face was covered in pustules. It had become apparent over the past week that Lily was not only proficient with her curses; she was extremely inventive as well. Poor James was at his wits end.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," Sirius replied lazily. "I'll talk to her for you, okay? Buuut, there's no way I'm telling her it was me; I do not fancy your boils. Besides, I'm way too handsome to be hexed," Sirius grinned devilishly.

As well as Lily's hexes, this particular argument had surfaced between the boys a few times in the past week. Sirius was against admitting he was to blame for a few reasons, not only because he didn't want to be cursed, but admitting hexing James would look questionable to those who were already suspicious of their supposed relationship, namely Remus and Lily. The two bookworms were far too perceptive for their own good as it was. As Lily had been blatantly avoiding anything to do with James since the incident, Remus had been with the boys most of the time and had easily picked up on the strain between them, asking too many questions that fell to close to the mark for comfort.

James scoffed at his friend and stormed up to their bedroom, hoping to catch five minutes to himself without his every move being watched and analysed by the nosy bastards in the common room, hopefully before he ended up thumping Sirius. It was harder being Sirius' boyfriend than he had thought. There were always so many eyes scrutinising the boys and Sirius was just too bloody indifferent to all the attention, considering this whole stupid idea had been his to start with. James needed to fix it, and fast.

Slowly but surely, an idea began to take root in his skull. A love potion would surely fix Sirius' flippant attitude… as well as utterly embarrass him. Sure, Sirius might kill him when it wore off, but it would be so funny while it lasted that it would be worth it. He might even be able to convince Sirius to apologise to Lily for him. It would be a chance to punish Sirius for his shit and fix their currently deteriorating scheme. He'd be killing two birds with one stone!

Yep, this was a good idea. However, there were still a few kinks he needed to work out first. Namely, where was he going to find a love spell strong enough? The ones that were generally available were all a bunch of crap and even some of the ones that were harder to get a hold of weren't powerful enough… But… There were old spell and potions books in the library's Restricted Section, weren't there? He had the cloak and the map… Plus, the marauders had figured out how to disable the Restricted Section wards and sneak stuff out ages ago. Okay, so that had mostly been Remus who worked it out, but still, James wasn't above taking some of the credit. It would be so easy. He could go that night once the Prefects had finished their rounds and be back in time to get a few hours' sleep.

With the plan now planted firmly in his mind, James checked the time only to realise he had daydreamed his way through half of his Charms class. 'Oh well, no point going now,' he thought, before flopping back onto his bed for a nap. 'Better grab some shut eye if I'll be up late.'


Four am in the morning and James had eventually successfully made it back to his dorm undetected, an old book tucked under his arm. It had taken over two and a half hours of searching through the Restricted Section for him to find something that would work and he had finally lucked out and come across an illegal love potion. Granted, it would take a few weeks to brew, but it should be virtually indiscernible when mixed with a drink. Sirius was so going to pay for everything.


The next two weeks didn't pass easily for any of them, with the only good thing coming about when Sirius finally talked to Lily, of course not admitting his guilt, but he did get her to mostly forgive James and start speaking to them all again. Tensions still ran high between James and Sirius though, as they seemed to constantly clash as Remus and Lily were becoming closer and closer again and the boys were being gently but firmly pushed away, causing them to take out their frustrations on one another. Even Peter had begun avoiding James, and the boy practically worshipped him. The boys had even come to blows once or twice, luckily always in private, but during one public spat, Sirius had completely blown up at James and 'dumped' him in front of a large group of their classmates. It had taken James a while to calm him down, but they were back 'together' by the next day, much to the apprehension of their friends.


Two weeks, three days and eight hours after James arrived back in his dorm with the dangerous book, the potion was ready for its finishing touches. James was shattered, most of the hard work for this potion came close to the end and he had been up for nearly forty-eight hours working on it, even skipping most of his classes that day.

In his worn-out state, his gaze was slightly fuzzy and unfocused and his brain sluggish. Sluggish enough to not register that the clematis root was supposed to be added to the potion before the chopped arugula leaf, not after. The concluding part of the potion was to mix in some of the targets' DNA, rendering the potion… Well, not harmless, but simply ineffective to anyone else who might consume it. It would merely make them vomit a bit.


It was another four days before James had the chance to use the potion on Sirius. Remus was spending his Saturday in the library tutoring Peter, who was falling behind in most, if not all, of his classes. Sirius had originally wanted to spend his free day down practicing at the Quidditch pitch, but James had managed to convince to stay up in the room with him, specifically by bribing him with a bottle of rum that James had managed to smuggle into the castle through one of the secret passageways.

The conversation between the two was tense but as the rum flowed, they began to relax, James waiting for the opportune moment when Sirius was distracted enough for James to slip the love potion into his drink. Eventually, his moment came when Sirius left to go to the bathroom, leaving James enough time to top up their drinks and empty the potion into Sirius'. He was feeling really good about his plan as Sirius returned and the two boys didn't waste much time in finishing their drinks, nicely buzzed but not yet drunk. James didn't intend on drinking anymore; he didn't want to waste the opportunity to cart a love-sick Sirius around the castle and humiliate him by being drunk.

It became obvious quickly that the potion was having some sort of effect on Sirius, subtle as it was at first. His body temperature began to rise and he began sweating, his mouth becoming dry. His groin became tingly, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, he felt pretty damn good to begin with. Soon however, his temperature had reached uncomfortable levels and he eventually stripped off his shirt, baring his chest and abs, toned from his time spent on the Quidditch pitch and off. Slowly, his breathing became deeper and soon he was panting softly. His eyes unfocused slightly and, half an hour after ingesting the potion, the effects seemed to peak, leaving Sirius sweaty and rock hard with what little inhibitions he generally had lowered even further as he groaned and complained about being too horny for his own good. He was so hard that it bloody hurt.

"I blame you, y'know," slurred Sirius abruptly. James jumped, looking guilty and slightly uncomfortable as Sirius continued, believing for an instant that Sirius knew that he had been drugged. "Haven't been laid in so long seein' as I'm your boyfriend," he sneered.

"This was your idea," James retorted, relieved that Sirius was oblivious to his plan. He began planning to get ready to go for their walk soon, deliberating on where he would take Sirius first. He just had to wait till this bit passed and the potion made Sirius all lovey-dovey, rather than horny as hell. Come to think of it, he didn't even think this was supposed to happen in the first place. '…Shit.'

"Ye', but ahm supposed to be screwin' Remus by now, you cock."

James frowned at the sluggish way Sirius was speaking and was about to snap at him with a snarky retort when Sirius' face rapidly contorted in pain and his whole body writhed, severe muscle cramps spreading from his cock across his abdomen and all the way down his legs, leaving him shaking like a leaf.

"Shit, Padfoot!"

"Fuck it hurts!" Sirius bit out. The pain was mounting and crashing over him in waves, clearing the fuzziness from his brain and hurtling him back into sharp reality. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes and he squeezed them shut, forcing the tears back.

James was in a serious panic. 'This isn't supposed to fucking happen!" He knew he was screwed; they both were. He couldn't go to Madam Pomfrey for help unless as a last resort. Not only was the potion in a book from the Restricted Section that he stole, but it was also highly illegal. Sirius wouldn't manage to avoid punishment for this either; no one would believe it was James alone who brewed it; no one wouldn't believe that Sirius wasn't in on it. They would think that the boys were trying to develop it for use; it wouldn't be the first time. It wouldn't be the first time that the boys ended up in the Hospital Wing after testing out new pranks and tricks on one another either. It was up to James, and James alone to try and fix this, any way possible.

The tears that had previously been held in place by sheer willpower began to flow freely down Sirius' face and the image hit James like he had been smashed in the gut. This was his fault. He fucked up and now Sirius was paying for it. Forget Madam Pomfrey, he had gotten Sirius into this, he would damn well get him out. He was his best fucking friend. And maybe Sirius would be able to forgive him. Maybe.

"Shitshitshitshitshit, Pads, I'm so fucking sorry. Where's it hurt most?"

"My fucking cock… feels like it burning off. Nnngh!" Sirius whimpered.

A flash of aversion flit through James' mind before he stamped it out - he didn't fancy Sirius, but they wouldn't be in this ludicrous mess if not for his own reckless actions. He had to help Sirius, he owed him at least that much.

A new surge of agony washed over Sirius and he didn't even notice that James had undone the buttons on Sirius' trousers and slid them down over his hips until his cock sprang free and the heat inside him clashed almost violently with the cool air, liquid fire running under his skin. James didn't even give Sirius time to be shocked or confused before he wrapped one of his warm hands around the swollen, aching length of him, giving a few experimental strokes.

James swallowed in slight apprehension as a tortured moan escaped from Sirius lips. His eyes were on the exposed chest of the boy before him, desperate to neither look at his cock nor make eye contact with him. The glimpse he had caught of Sirius' dick when he released him was enough; he was far too engorged and inflamed, pulsing under his hand.

Sirius couldn't halt the lewd noises falling from his mouth as his friend gave him a hand job. The relief from the bitter agony was immediate, but it wasn't enough, he needed more.

"Please Prongs…" Sirius was far too gone to realise he had begun to beg and certainly too far gone to muster up any semblance of care. "Please, please, pleasepleaseplease…"

James' gut hitched as he felt himself harden under his trousers. 'What the hell? I can't possibly be turned on by this!"

"Please Jamesy!"

In response to his friend's incessant begging, James began jerking Sirius harder and faster, drawing wheedling pleasured sounds from Sirius' mouth, but it still wasn't enough. He knew exactly know what Sirius wanted, what would help the most, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't. He wasn't gay! He only liked girls! But he… he did this to Sirius. To his best friend, who would do anything at all to help him. 'Damn it all!"

A loud cry escaped Sirius and his spine bowed as James' mouth closed around his cock and took a deep pull. Sirius' mind was flying, unable to focus on anything but the sensations from his cock, travelling throughout his entire body.

This was easily the strangest and most fucked up thing James had ever done, and he had done some pretty fucked up things in his time – usually goaded on by or with Sirius by his side! Sirius was lying back on the floor, lustful sobs escaping his lips, his hips desperately trying to snap upwards into James' hot mouth while James kept his hands on his hips pressing him down. Considering this was James' first time giving a blow job he was doing pretty well, if Sirius' reactions were anything to go by. He took Sirius deep into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as he sealed his mouth around the shaft, tongue lapping the underside as his lips made lewd slurping noises.

James was completely and utterly at war with himself. His brain was telling him to get away, that what he was doing was wrong and bad and sick but his body was utterly lost in it. His trousers were tented over his hard cock and before he even realised it, one of his hands had left Sirius' hips to relieve the mounting pressure, rubbing himself through the fabric, too embarrassed and quite frankly scared to take it out and masturbate properly while sucking Sirius.

It wasn't much longer before Sirius' breath was coming in plainly audible gasps and pants and 'please's, along with a rather inventive assortment of swear words. His hips snapped forcefully up into James' mouth, who had given up resisting and was just letting Sirius have his way with his mouth.

"OhbloodyshitfuckcuntbitchshitfuckfuckFUUUUCK!"

James sealed his mouth tightly around the cock in his mouth as Sirius thrust as deep as he could and sucked hard, quickly swallowing down Sirius' release deep in his throat.

When Sirius had regained control of his body the two boys pushed away from one another, James forcing himself into a sitting position while Sirius lay sprawled on the ground. Nearly all of the pain Sirius had been feeling was gone, but now James was in pain instead – his throat ached and was all scratchy. Sirius had not been gentle.

The silence between the two boys stretched on and when Sirius had finally mustered the courage to turn to his friend James was staring at a single spot on the floor, refusing to remove his gaze and… judging from his fidgeting there was something wrong with him. It only took Sirius another second or two to clock that James was now erect and was surreptitiously trying to palm himself through his jeans.

Before Sirius even knew what he was doing, he had crawled across the space and, lifting James' hand from his crotch, replaced it with his own. 'Don't think. Think and you'll panic. Don't think…' Sirius' hands came up to James chest and firmly pushed him down before lowering his face to his groin.

For a second, James was too frozen to respond, but he quickly grabbed Sirius' arms and began babbling the daftest excuses before Sirius silenced him.

"Shut up."

The order was clear and as Sirius fumbled with James' buttons, James whimpered and continued to protest, albeit weakly and feebly. For some odd, inexplicable reason, he wanted this and as Sirius' mouth came down on him, all resistance fell from him and his hands lifted to entwine themselves in Sirius' dark, shaggy hair, whimpers escaping his sore mouth.


Sirius was seriously confused. Everything was slightly fuzzy and yet he remembered all that had occurred with amazing clarity. James had sucked him off. James, the straight James, had sucked him off. And then he had went and returned the favour! What the fuck?

"I'm sorry." A small voice interrupted Sirius' roundabout thoughts. "I never meant… it was just a stupid prank… It… I'm sorry…"

"What d'you mean, prank?" Sirius voice came out a tad harsher than he had intended and James flinched marginally at the tone.

James was terrified. He'd seriously fucked up and now he might lose his best friend because of it. But lying to Sirius would be worse, that he knew. But it still felt like there was some great hole gnawing away at his gut.


When James had finished explaining everything, Sirius was livid, but, not for the reasons you'd think. In fact, Sirius really had no idea why he was so angry. After all, he understood where James was coming from. Hell, they'd spiked each other for pranks plenty of times and sometimes it just went wrong. It happened. He was pissed at James, yeah, but he didn't blame him. He shouldn't be this angry, it was totally irrational! Whatever the reason was, it was too much for Sirius to take it all in at that moment and he ultimately went to wash his face before storming from their dorm room, slamming the door behind him.


James lay in bed late that night, trying to forget the events that had occurred earlier that day on the floor not too far from his bed, but it was simply too difficult. Sirius still hadn't returned and James was worried for him, but refused to acknowledge the sick feeling in his stomach that Sirius may be spending the night in someone else's bed, whether girl or guy, sinking into them in an attempt to remove James' taint from his body.

It was a long time before James eventually fell into a fitful sleep, flooded with extraordinarily vivid dreams of Sirius and he together in a variety of intimate positions, most of them extremely racy. When he finally woke in the morning, it was covered in sweat with Sirius' name on his lips and his sheets wet and sticky.