"Secrets of the Family Black" by Meg
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.
Pairing: Sirius Black/ Bellatrix Black (yes, I know that's incestuous)
This pairing is by request from my roommates, Lester and Darwin, who are just a wee bit into fictional incest. (Haha, don't hate me girls!)
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The silence in Sirius's room was deafening, as was the rush of blood pounding in his ears. He awoke slick with sweat, skin sticking to the fibers of his once-crisp sheets. In the course of his tumultuous sleep he'd lost his pillows and all but his thin top sheet. Yet despite the lack of cover, he was burning up. He opened his eyes briefly to peer at the clock on the wall near his window and was surprised to see it was only half-past one in the morning. Sirius didn't bother to roll over onto his back for a long moment, instead he merely stared out the worn, shuttered window from the flat of his stomach, likening the shadows cast across his room to those the candle light had thrown across Bellatrix. With a low groan, he wished aloud that he was legal and could perform magic so that he wouldn't have to bother going downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"That is, by far, way too much effort." He murmured to himself.
Bellatrix fingered the squeaky brass knob of the door, willing it to be silent as she turned it. She thought of Sirius lying in his warm bed just one floor below, knowing his keen ears would prick up into attention like a dog's if he heard the slightest noise. She held her breath when she pushed the door open, only releasing it when she had safely squeezed out through the narrow opening she had made for herself and closed the door behind herself. The sheer effort of being so careful made tiny beads of sweat crop up in her hairline and on the small of her back. Her room had been so warm she had to escape its stifling heat if she had any hope of survival.
The relatively cool tile of the bathroom floor felt like ice against the skin of her bare feet. She felt a strong desire to strip down and lay her whole body flush against that wondrous source of coolness, but thought better of it. Surely a bath would be much more satisfying, she thought to herself. She stood with her back pressed against the waxed wood of the door, wand in hand. She quietly whispered "Lumos!" and smiled as the inky darkness of the bathroom burst into light from the tip of her wand. On the shelves above the ceramic claw-foot tub she saw an assortment of half-used and nearly dead candles. Standing on her tip toes she reached out, fingers desperate, for the closest candle. She lit the pathetic white candle she had retrieved and set it down on the sink's edge. The little thing gave off a surprisingly large halo of light, allowing Bellatrix to put out her wand and approach the tub. She could only hope that Sirius was in a deep enough sleep that he wouldn't hear the rush of water, the creaking of the rusty tap or even the moaning of ancient pipes in the walls of the house. Bellatrix shook her head, no longer caring if she was caught, and twisted the knob in the faucet and sighed as a rush of clear water flooded the basin of the tub.
When the flow of the water had begun to slow, and the bath nearly filled to a comfortable height, Bellatrix undid the robe she had come to the bathroom in. She let the crushed velvet of it come away from her slight form, brushing against the silkiness of her sleeping gown. She folded both her robe and her gown and hung them over the nearest towel bar, pulling down the towels and draping them on the edge of the tub. It was just as she reached back to unfasten the hooks on her bra and tug down her underwear that she heard the doorknob squeak. She had barely enough time to turn and look, let alone cover herself, before Sirius was standing in the open door frame looking at her with a dumbstruck look on his face.
"Are you blind?" She hissed at him quietly, teeth bared. She didn't even bother to grab her robe, but merely stood with one hand on her hip.
Sirius blinked when he walked in the door. When he had approached the bathroom, he hadn't seen the light on through the crack around the door, nor had the door been locked. He had no reason to assume that his cousin would be using the bathroom this late, let alone with the door open for anyone to walk right in. And yet here he was, standing with his half-naked cousin whom he'd just had a stairwell rendezvous with a few scant hours before. The light surrounding her was gentle, but bright enough for him to not miss a thing; her hair was swept up into a loose bun, her face was painted with a sharp scowl and narrowed eyes, and yet through her thin lace bra, Sirius could see that her nipples were a hard as little pebbles. Did this excite her? Or had she just been caught of guard? His mind wandered, until he settled on the fact that maybe she had wanted him to stumble upon her in her state of undress. Perhaps, perhaps this was an unspoken invitation.
"Look, I'm really sor..." He began feebly, trying to fight the tightness that was constricting his abdomen. The hand that held his glass had begun to tremble.
"I don't care if you're sorry, you fool." She growled out. As she said this, he shot a hand up to cover his eyes. The forwardness Sirius had possessed earlier, that striking and startling manliness had seeped away and here stood a shocked and embarrassed teenage boy who (to her knowledge) may or may not have seen a naked women before in his life.
"Can...can I just fill up my glass? I'll leave right after." He asked, voice muffled by the hand over his face.
Bellatrix found her anger softening into something more devious. She smiled, although he couldn't see it, but it was not a smile free of ulterior motives. She sighed and turned off the tap in the bathtub, wanting him to hear that. She wanted him to think her no longer mad, but embarrassed as well. "Yes, fine. But don't you dare take one glance over here...and leave as soon as you've had your drink, Sirius."
She had to fight down her laughter when she watched him, eyes squeezed shut, fumbling towards the sink. He groped his way to the pedestal of the sink, fingers searching for the faucet to turn it on. After a moment of his futile movements, he dared open his eyes for only a second to find what he sought. Bellatrix had fully anticipated that he would cheat, and when his eyes darted to the mirror to take a supposedly secret glance, she called Sirius on it.
"You agreed not to open your eyes." She spoke softly, but instead of her voice being across the room like he expected, it was very near to his ear. In the reflection of the mirror, he could see her dark eyes framed by her dark brows and hair directly behind his shoulder.
"I'm sorry..." His words were again cut off when the cool skin of her hands touched the burning heat of his torso. At the same time that she slid her hands from the sides of his torso, over his taught belly to the waist band of his sleeping pants, Sirius felt her press the soft globes of her naked breasts into the center of his back. He could feel the crest of her hipbones against his rear and he knew now that she had truly been playing him. While he had fumbled in the dark for the sink, Bellatrix had stripped of her remaining undergarments.
"I knew you would look, you little pervert." Her last word was as sharp as the teeth that nipped his shoulder blade.
Sirius nearly spat out the air from his lungs, his whole body seizing up instantaneously. Slowly she dragged her long nails up the trail of hair that peeked out of his pants up to his pectorals. Sirius wanted to watch her nimble fingers as they went, but he was transfixed on the smirk he could see in her eyes in the reflection. One of her eyebrows had arched dangerously when he had exhaled so suddenly a moment before. He shivered when he felt Bellatrix's hot breath against the pale skin of his back, tiny goose bumps cropping up all over his body.
"Ah, so you like this." She half-laughed out.
Sirius watched as her eyes drifted towards the floor and he followed suit. She pressed her lips against the smooth skin of his shoulder as she let one of her hands wander to the hardness that now peeked out of his drawstring pants. She palmed the whole of his gear and he felt the air go out of him again. He tried to stop it, but he failed to keep the growing moan in his throat from leaving his mouth.
"Very much." He choked out as she softly, slowly rubbed him through the fabric of his pants.
Sirius reached back and let his rough hands find the soft curve of her body between her ribs and her hip. His hands slid from her waist down to her mid thigh and back again. She arched into him, drawing a long breath, enjoying the juxtaposition of the softness of her own flesh and the delightful roughness of his broad hands. It was when his hands drifted back to cup the globes of her rear that she spoke again.
"You do realize that I'm getting married." She didn't ask.
"I don't care." He said in one breath. After a few seconds of touching her he replied: "You do realize that I'm your cousin."
Sirius turned to look down at her, taking in the full candlelit view of her nude body. He put one hand on her shoulder and trailed it up her neck, fingers resting on her jawline. He forced her to look up at him.
"I don't care." She said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
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Please tell me what you think.
Meg
