Chapter Two: At The Hog's Head

Warning: This chapter contains graphic underage sex. If you don't like it, skip the second half of this chapter.

'How was the wedding?' James Potter asked as Sirius stepped into the fifth year boy's dormitory, dragging a backpack behind him.

'Alright,' Sirius shrugged, trying hard not to think about kissing Lucius Malfoy. He hadn't seen Lucius since the kissing but had thought about him none stop. In three days he'd be meeting Lucius in Hogsmeade... would he show up? Or would Lucius change his mind?

'Did anything interesting?' James asked.

Sirius' head snapped to look at him. 'W-What do you mean?' he asked. Surely James didn't know... no one could know, no one had seen them.

'Just asking,' James said with a shrug.

'You were going on about setting stuff on fire,' Remus Lupin added from Sirius' left, sitting up in bed.

'Did you?' Peter Pettigrew asked, looking like an over-excited four-year-old.

Sirius scowled at the plump boy and went to his own bed, kicking the trunk open and dumping his backpack in.

Remus and James exchanged looks before Remus asked, 'You alright, Padfoot?'

'Fine,' Sirius muttered as he changed for bed.

'Did something happen at the wedding?' James asked.

Sirius shrugged. 'I guess...' he shook his head. 'No, nothing happened.' He'd never told his friends that he was gay, what with James wanting to flirt with everything in a skirt. Remus would be understanding, Sirius knew, but he wasn't quite ready to come out to them yet. And he sure as hell wasn't about to explain his crush on Lucius Malfoy.

'Padfoot?' James asked, slipping from his bed and approaching. 'Are you sure nothing-'

'Nothing happened!' Sirius shouted, keeping his back to his mates. 'My mum was a bitch, Malfoy was a stuck up snob, and Bellatrix wanted to torture little puppies. Nothing happened, alright?'

He pulled back his duvet and sheets violently and jumped into bed. He caught sight of his friends staring at him with wide eyes before he flicked his wand, the drapes falling to shroud him in darkness.

Sirius heard soft conversations as James and Remus no doubt tried to figure out what was wrong with their best friend. Sirius sighed and rolled over, thoughts spinning around Lucius Malfoy. He'd been half-hard most of the day and night and even now, with his mates so close, his cock was twitching, aching to be touched.

Sirius quickly cast a silencing charm and pushed one hand down his pyjama pants. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and stiffled a groan, stroking slowly.

His mind drifted to Lucius Malfoy; to his soft lips, his tongue, the way his hair fell over his face. Sirius could imagine it against his own skin; soft, silken, beautiful. And the man's body... he was tall and broad, no doubt very muscled under those expensive clothes he wore.

Sirius groaned louder, hand tightening and moving faster as he stroked his cock. Sirius imagined Lucius' lips on his jaw again, his teeth nipping and tongue licking broad strokes. Pre-ejaculate was leaking from his cock, staining his sheets. Sirius didn't notice as he twisted his wrist, ghosting over the head of his cock and adding another stab of pleasure.

What would Lucius do when they met in Hogsmeade? Would he touch Sirius? Touch the cock Sirius was now stroking? His hands would be bigger, smoother, skin pale against Sirius' tanned thighs.

'Oh Merlin,' Sirius moaned, teeth digging into his lip as his hand sped up. Would Lucius let Sirius touch him? Would he be able to use his hands, his mouth, maybe his- 'Fuck,' Sirius moaned, imagining himself pushing into Lucius' tight heat, or Lucius doing it to him. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Sirius came with the image of Lucius wrapping those pretty, soft lips around his cock. He leaked across his hand and the duvet, panting heavily and blinking through the haze that had descended. He was coherent enough to mutter a cleansing spell and pull his pants back up. He waved his wand and lifted the silencing charm.

Sirius ducked out from behind his drapes to place his wand on his bedside table. James, who had the bed next to his, looked up at his messy hair and sweaty face and smirked.

'Shut up,' Sirius growled and rolled back into bed.

'Come on, did you hook up with someone?' James asked. 'Is that why you're wanking?'

'James,' Remus tutted, no doubt sitting in bed with a book or homework.

'Leave us alone, Prongs,' Sirius grumbled, body feeling relaxed even though his thoughts were churning.

'Bloody hell, you never tell me who you hook up with,' James said before pausing. 'Come to think of it, I've never heard a name.'

Sirius closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. Now was not the time for James to figure out that he was gay.

'You've never had a girlfriend either,' Remus commented from across the room.

''Cause he's a multi-witch man,' James said and Remus tutted again.

If only you knew, Sirius thought before sighing.

'Sirius?' James called.

He pretended to be asleep and eventually his friends went back to their own thing. Slowly they fell asleep, one by one, until Sirius was left lying in bed alone, cock twitching again as he thought about Lucius Malfoy.

{oOo}

Three days later (it felt like a month to Sirius), Sirius found himself sitting down to breakfast at seven with James, Remus and Peter. Like usual, James and Peter were stuffing their faces, and Remus was reading as he slowly brought spoonfulls of porridge to his lips. He ate so slowly he often had to reheat his food.

Sirius picked at his own food, too excited and nervous to be hungry. He was thinking about Lucius, about sneaking out, and wondering if he'd get caught or if Lucius had changed his mind.

Just then the morning post was delivered, more then a hundred owls swooping across the four house tables and dropping off packages, papers and letters. A falcon swept over Sirius and dropped a letter in his ceral.

The falcon flew away before it could be paid and Sirius frowned as he grabbed the letter.

'Who's that from?' James asked.

'Probably Mum,' Sirius said as he turned the letter over to find his name written in blood-red ink. The pure-blood families were known to use falcons, sometimes crows, to deliver their letters rather then owls.

Sirius turned the letter over again to find a wax seal with the Malfoy family crest. He choked on his mouthfull of pumpkin juice and hurridly ripped the letter open, hoping none of his mates would recognise the emblem.

He found a short piece of parchment covered in the same blood-red ink as the envelope. It was written in neat, flowing script, and Sirius found himself smiling; even in his writing Lucius Malfoy was pompous and uptight.

Black,

If you remember what we discussed at the get-together, I will be waiting for you tonight. If you don't come I will believe that you have changed your mind. I will only wait one hour.

LM

Sirius smiled. So Lucius hadn't changed his mind, not yet anyway. Sirius felt his heart thud painfully quickly and his stomach felt like it was filled with pixies. Lucius would be waiting for him, him. He swallowed, tongue feeling thick.

'Who's it from?' James asked, leaning closer.

'Mum,' Sirius said quickly and set fire to the letter with his wand. 'Just telling me what a disappointment I am,' he said.

'Mr Black!' Professor McGonagall scowled as she walked past the table, handing out an announcement. 'What have I told you about setting fire to things in the Great Hall?'

'Um... it's a good show of my control over elemental magic?' Sirius ventured.

McGonagall tutted but there was a smile pulling at her lips. 'Quidditch practice tonight,' McGonagall told him and James. 'Don't forget.'

Sirius paled. 'T-Tonight?'

'Four o'clock,' McGonagall said. 'And no funny business, Black, I don't want you bewtiching the snitch again to follow Potter.'

James sniggered as Sirius stood. 'But Professor-'

'Yes?' McGonagall asked, already heading down the table. She stopped and turned. 'What is it, Black?'

He gulped and said, 'N-Nothing.' McGonagall continued on her way as Sirius sat down heavily. Four... Lucius wanted to meet at eight. Quidditch practice usually went for three or so hours... would Sirius have time to get back to the dormitory to change and sneak out?

'Padfoot?' James asked.

'Nothing, I'm fine,' Sirius said. 'Just, um... bad cereal,' he finished lamely. He could always fake a stomach ache and take off early if Quidditch went too long.

'We need to practice, don't go flakey on me,' James said. 'I may be your mate but I'm still captain.'

'Alright, James,' Sirius said, irritation creeping into his voice. He stood suddenly and grabbed his bag. 'I'll see you in potions.'

He took off before James could say anything, Peter watching him go and Remus absorbed with his book.

{oOo}

It was raining heavily by six and Sirius felt the Quaffle slipping from his finger tips. During training, they always played with one Chaser trying to steal the Quaffle from the other two. It was part of James' training; getting used to dirty tactics would make them easier to deal with in a real game.

Chaser Kathy Livitts was hurtling towards him through the rain and Sirius waited until the last minute to twist, hanging upside down from his broom and feeling Kathy shoot over him. He spiralled down and back up, dodging a Bludger smashed at him by one of the Beaters, Jeremie Armstrong. He looped around the hoops, dodged another Bludger and Kathy, and swung around to throw the Quaffle through the far right hoop.

He heard a faint ding that meant he'd scored and the third Chaser, Chrismic Wood, high-fived him, leather hand guards slapping loudly in the rain.

James blew his whistle and the team hurtled towards the ground, Sirius purposely jumping off his broom a metre from the ground and sliding through the mud. He giggled as he came to a halt on his stomach, James' Quidditch boots in his face.

'Grow up, Padfoot.'

'Never, Prongs,' he said as his best mate helped him up.

'We're going good, people,' James said as Sirius stood and tried to brush mud from his robes. 'Kath, try and focus more on what Sirius is doing with his thighs; good Quidditch players use their thighs to turn and hang upside down.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Kath rolled her eyes.

'I mean it,' James said. 'Sirius is using moves that world-class Quidditch players use. Sometimes they'll even use their boots to kick the broom around. Sirius, can you show her when we start again?'

Sirius nodded.

'Good,' James said and turned to the Beaters. 'Okay; Jeremie, Scott, remember that in the rain visibility is lowered, that includes your own. Use the middle of your bat to hit the Bludger otherwise it'll go off to the side.'

Jeremie Armstrong and Scott Thompson nodded.

'Kelly,' James said, looking at their Keeper, 'you have to watch the right hoop more.'

'Yup,' Kelly nodded, wiping rain from his eyes.

'Another hour like this and we'll switch, Sirius can try to get the Quaffle from Kathy and Chrismic.'

'Another hour?' Sirius said. 'Come on, James, we've been out here two hours already.'

'And we'll be here another two,' James scowled. 'What's with you, Siri? You usually hound me to make practice seven hours long.'

'I'm just... cold,' Sirius said and mounted his broom. Before James could respond he'd kicked off, twisting and turning through the air before kicking his broom out with his right boot. It twisted in the air and Sirius fell, right hand gripping the broom handle, other whipping through the air. As he fell, he spun the broom back underneath himself and mounted it again, twisting into a dive and speeding to the other side of the pitch.

'That's what I'm talking about!' James shouted, hovering a few feet from Sirius, a snith buzzing around his head. 'Kathy, did you see that? Sirius suddenly dropped and headed in a different direction in the space of five seconds! It can be the difference between a match-winning score and a lost Quaffle!'

It hit seven and Sirius knew he had to leave. It would take him twenty minutes to get back to the dormitory and change, another forty minutes to get to the one-eyed witch passage and through the tunnel. He'd be lucky to make ot to the Hog's Head at eight-thirty.

Sirius landed and clutched his stomach, moaning through fake pain as James landed beside him. 'What's wrong?' his best friend asked.

'Stomach,' Sirius said. 'Snape hit me with a curse earlier and I think it's come back on me.'

James frowned. 'Are you sure you can't keep playing?' Sirius shook his head weakly. 'Alright, head back. Go to the hospital wing if you still feel sick.'

Sirius nodded and trudged off, trying to look sick and weak while James could still see him. As soon as he entered the woods he took off, mounting his broom and speeding towards the school. He twisted through the air, past windows and towers, rain splattering his face and clean air filling his lungs.

He turned towards Gryffindor Tower and hovered before one of his dormitory windows. He spied someone inside and knocked on the glass. Remus jumped and came over, opening the window so Sirius could clamber inside.

'Can't you ever use the door?' the werewolf asked as Sirius shook like a dog, sending rain and mud flying. Remus tisked and waved his wand, muttering a charm to clean up after the taller boy.

'Blah, blah,' Sirius said and went to his trunk. He peeled off his Quidditch robes and hastily changed into jeans and a jumper, pulling his Gryffindor cloak over himself.

'Where are you going?' Remus asked.

'Er... hospital wing,' Sirius said. 'Sore stomach.'

Remus raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as Sirius stuffed his wand into his cloak's wand pocket. He threw Remus a smile before heading off, moving at a normal pace until he climbed through the portrait.

He took off running, pushing past students heading back from dinner. Luckily it was nearing eight and most people were already back in their domitories.

Sirius reached the third floor and headed for the one-eyed witch, withdrawing his wand and looking around. Suddenly wishing he'd brought the Marauder's Map, Sirius made sure he was alone before tapping the statue and whispering, 'Dissendium.'

The witch's hump opened and Sirius quickly clambered in and slid down the stone slide, coming to a halt at the beginning of the twisting passageway. The light above flickered out as the hump closed and Sirius muttered, 'Lumos.'

The tip of his wand lit up and allowed Sirius to walk quickly, following the earthy passage, footsteps echoing around him.

Again Sirius wished he'd bought something with him; the poket watch he'd been given for his thirteenth birthday. He had no idea what time it was but guessed it was eight. Hurrying, Sirius practically sprinted the last few metres before coming to a halt.

Finally he reached the worn steps and climbed them quickly, panting as he reached the trap door. He paused to listen for a minute and, hearing nothing above, pushed the trapdoor open. He climbed out into Honeydukes' cellar and quickly went up another set of stairs, pausing once more to listen. He could hear a few voices and pushed the door open slowly, ducking.

Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore were standing to the left, looking at a new sweet; chocolate fudge pixies. Sirius really hoped they weren't actual pixies as he edged slowly and quietly through the shop.

Dumbledore and McGonagall were chatting softly as Sirius reached the door. He pushed it open and a bell went off. Dumbledore turned and Sirius ducked and crouched, knees protesting as he crawled along the cold ground under the window.

He could feel Dumbledore staring through the glass as he made it around the building and ran.

The Hog's Head was at the other end of the busy street and Sirius skirted around witches shopping and young couples out for an evening stroll. He reached the derelict pub panting and pushed hair from his face as he entered.

It was dank and dirty, with a mouldy smell and dark shadows creeping around everywhere, ready to swallow you if you stepped too close. Sirius peered through the gloom and spotted Lucius, the tall blonde wizard standing and counting out Sickles and Knuts.

Sirius rushed forward, pushing past the old man who owned the establishment, the bartender shaking his head as he spotted Sirius' Gryffindor cloak.

'Malfoy,' Sirius said as he stopped, breathing heavily.

Lucius looked up, startled for a second before his handsome features morphed into the aloof facade he always put on. 'Black. I didn't think you were coming, it's almost nine.'

'Well it's not exactly a walk in the park sneaking out of Hogwarts,' Sirius grumbled, falling to sit. He took deep breaths and reached into his pockets, only to find them empty. 'Damn it.'

'Do you want a drink?' Lucius asked.

Sirius nodded and Lucius disappeared. He came back with a butterbeer and slipped into the booth opposite Sirius, watching the teenager sip his drink.

'So...' Lucius said. 'Here we are.'

Sirius nodded slowly and wiped his lips, Lucius' eyes watching the movement. 'What, exactly, do you hope will happen?'

Lucius looked back up at his eyes. 'Excuse me?'

'What do you want from me?' Sirius asked. 'I'm assuming you're still with Narcissa.'

'Of course I am,' Lucius said.

'So why did you kiss me?'

Lucius looked him over carefully. 'I want you.'

'Are you gay?'

Lucius smiled. 'Are you?'

'Yes,' Sirius answered without hesitation.

'I am too,' Lucius admitted, 'however, my family wants an heir, wanted me to have a wife, so I-'

'Married Narcissa,' Sirius nodded. 'M'kay.'

Lucius continued to look him over with those pale grey eyes Sirius was sure he was falling in love with. 'What do you want from this, Black?' Lucius asked.

Sirius shrugged. 'In all honesty, I don't know. I want you but I know we'll never have anything public, anything more then an... affair.' His jaw clenched but Lucius didn't say anything. 'I'm young, I don't need declerations of undying love,' Sirius continued. 'I just need...' he trailed off and looked at Lucius. 'I just need you.'

Lucius nodded slowly and wet his lips. 'You have to understand that if we do this, nobody can know.' Sirius looked up at him. 'I can't have you telling all your little friends.'

Sirius scowled. 'What do you think I am, an idiot?' Lucius didn't say anything. 'I'm not going to out you, Malfoy, I have my own reputation to think about.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'You do?'

'Of course,' Sirius said. 'First of all, I haven't told any of my mates that I'm gay. Second, I'm Sirius Black; I'm the black sheep, the guy who ended up in Gryffindor when generations of his family were in Slytherin. I accept everyone; pure-bloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, whatever. Can you imagine what people will say if it's discovered I'm sleeping with a pure-blood who was in Slytherin? I spend half my time teasing Slytherins and abusing pure-bloods.' He scoffed. 'I don't need this getting out.'

Lucius nodded slowly and looked away. 'So you will be okay with being my lover?'

Sirius shrugged. 'I don't want to be your boyfriend or your husband so yeah, I am.'

'Okay,' Lucius said, 'so you agree not to tell anyone and I won't either?'

'Yup,' Sirius nodded.

'And we'll just... see where this goes?' Lucius asked. Sirius nodded again. There was a few minutes of silence while Lucius let Sirius drink his butterbeer. When he was done Lucius asked, 'Do you need to get back to Hogwarts any time soon?'

'No,' Sirius said. 'I have a few hours.'

Lucius stood and held out his hand. Sirius took it and was led to the bar, where Lucius had a quick conversation with the old bartender. The grizzled man flicked his eyes to Sirius and shook his head again as he handed a key to Lucius. Lucius ignored the man's look and dragged Sirius upstairs.

He was led down a dark and dirty hallway, Lucius' hand warm and smooth on his own. Sirius' heart began beating painfully quickly as they stopped, Lucius opening the door and stepping back to let Sirius in.

The room was as dank and dirty as the rest of the establishment. There was a dusty double bed in the middle, with two grubby lamps on the dirt-covered dressers either side of the bed. The drapes hung drab and filthy, the floorboards beneath Sirius' trainers covered in dust.

Lucius waved his hand and the room transformed, dust disappearing and a fire sprining to life in the hearth. Another quick hand wave and the door was locked, a silencing charm surrounding them in privacy.

Sirius gulped and turned slowly, back to the fire as he faced Lucius. Lucius was undoing his cloak and robes, soon only standing in a button-up shirt and expensive trousers. He loosened his cravet and looked Sirius over.

'Remove your cloak,' he ordered.

Sirius, usually one to do the opposite of whatever anyone told him, found himself obeying immediately. His body was already too warm, cock twitching in his jeans as he did as asked. He laid his cloak next to Lucius' and gulped again, looking up at the taller wizard.

'How experienced are you?' Lucius asked, approaching Sirius like a lion hunting a gazelle. He was all long limbs and graceful movements, making Sirius gulp for a third time.

'Um...' he said, 'n-not very...'

'What have you done?' Lucius asked, getting closer, eyes roaming up and down Sirius' body.

'I've only ever kissed people.'

'People?' Lucius asked.

'A girl at Hogwarts, she jumped me after we won the Quidditch cup in third year. Um... the second time was a Muggle boy in London.'

'I see,' Lucius said slowly as he finally stood before Sirius. He reached out and cupped Sirius' cheek, thumb running over his lips. Sirius shivered. 'So nothing besides kissing?'

'N-No,' Sirius said.

Lucius looked him over carefully before speaking again. 'There are many different ways two men can have sex,' he said, words softly washing over the younger man. 'There is oral sex,' he said, 'using your mouth or hands to bring your male partner to climax.'

Sirius groaned as Lucius leaned forward, pressing his lips to Sirius' cheek. He moved until he was breathing his next words in Sirius' ear.

'You can rub yourself against your partner, either naked or with clothes. Personally I prefer to be naked; feeling another cock against yours, come dripping all over your skin...' he licked Sirius' ear, the Gryffindor groaning loudly. 'And then, of course, there is anal sex.'

He moved back and Sirius opened his eyes, face flushed and eyes dark with lust. His cock twitched again and Lucius moved closer, pressing their bodies together until Sirius could feel his own erection straining against his expensive black trousers.

'Penetrating your partner as fast and hard as they can take it, filling them completely,' he whispered. 'Hitting that one sweet spot that makes everything so much better as you stroke their cock, fucking them into the mattress-'

Sirius launched himself at Lucius, crashing their lips together and kissing him hard. Lucius groaned and wrapped his arms around Sirius' thin waist, pressing their bodies together as his tongue came out.

He plundered Sirius' mouth, dancing with his tongue before licking his teeth, his skin, his lips. Lucius broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked at Sirius.

'I want that,' Sirius said. 'I want all of it.'

Lucius nodded. 'You're not ready for anal sex.'

'Yes I am.'

'No,' Lucius said sternly. 'We will wait until I think you're ready, do you hear me?' Sirius scowled. 'We will do this according to my rules, Black. You will not order me around.' He paused, raising a hand to brush Sirius' cheek. 'But if there's something you're not comfortable with, if you ever want to stop, tell me and I will.'

Sirius stared at him. 'Seriously?'

'I may be a bastard,' Lucius said with a smirk, 'but I'm not completely evil. So tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything I do... starting with this.'

He dropped to his knees and pulled at Sirius' belt, quickly getting it and his jeans open. Sirius gasped and stumbled, only remaining on his feet because Lucius grabbed his hips.

'Please remain standing,' Lucius tutted. He pulled Sirius' jeans down to his knees and grabbed his boxers. Sirius gasped again as his cock was suddenly on show, standing up against his stomach.

Lucius tilted his head, eyes roaming over Sirius' thick shaft. He reached out and ran his index finger along the heated skin, Sirius shivering and moaning. Lucius ignored him completley, absorbed with what he was doing.

After what felt like hours, Lucius reached out and wrapped his fingers around Sirius' cock. It was better then Sirius had imagined; Lucius' fingers and palm were soft, his skin warm and delicate. He stroked slowly and surely, comfortable and well-practiced with what he was doing.

Sirius knew he'd fall over if Lucius stopped gripping his hip with his left hand. He continued to pump Sirius' cock slowly, flicking his thumb over the head and spreading pre-ejaculate. When Sirius hissed, Lucius smirked.

'Shut up,' Sirius groaned, biting his lip as the older man twisted his wrist.

'Keep that tongue in check, Black,' Lucius told him, 'or I'll leave right now.'

Sirius highly doubted that. Lucius' eyes were black with lust, his breathing hitched and his tongue darting out to wet his lips. There was no way in hell Lucius was leaving before they both reached a climax.

Lucius shuffled forward and if Sirius had been in his right mind, he would have thought it hilarious to see the proud Lucius Malfoy on his knees. As it was, his cock was suddenly encased in a warm heat and he just groaned.

Lucius sucked back, twirling his tongue around Sirius' cock and swallowing pre-come. Sirius stumbled and Lucius' fingers tightened on his hip, manicured nails digging into his skin. Sirius barely felt it; all he could focus on was Lucius' talented tongue, the way his lips pressed around his cock and the way his fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft.

The older wizard pulled back, lapping at Sirius' slit before plunging back down and taking most of Sirius' cock into his mouth. Sirius was glad for the silencing charm as he moaned embarassingly loudly, Lucius smirking around his cock.

'Fucking hell,' Sirius groaned, head falling so he could watch his cock sink into Lucius' polite mouth. He never imagined this would happen, never thought that the boy, and later man, he'd admired from afar would fall to his knees and take his cock.

He'd never thought that Lucius Malfoy of all people would be interested in men, in him. Sirius was the black sheep of the Black family, the boy nobody wanted to know in pure-blood circles. He was popular at school, yes, but with the people Malfoy associated with he was scum, a disgrace to the Black name.

None of that seemed to matter as Lucius moaned in obvious enjoyment, taking Sirius' cock completely down to the hilt and swallowing to stimulate his head. Sirius nearly came right there and thrust forward, trying to get deeper as Lucius pulled back.

'No,' Lucius ordered, pressing kisses to the side of Sirius' shaft. 'Not yet.'

'Please,' Sirius gasped as Lucius took him in his mouth again, sucking hard. Sirius had never felt this hard, or this turned on. 'Please, Merlin, I need to come.'

'Not yet,' Lucius hissed. He stood suddenly and grabbed Sirius by the shoulders, forcing the younger man to his knees. 'Take my cock out, now.'

Sirius did as asked quickly, fingers shaking as he pulled at Lucius' belt. He got the man's trousers down and nearly ripped his underwear apart. When Lucius was freed Sirius groaned. He was much larger and thicker then anything Sirius had ever dreamed of. He couldn't imagine all of Lucius ever fitting into his mouth, it was physically impossible.

He licked his lips and took Lucius' cock in one hand, the man's shaft twitching as though it were begging. Sirius looked up to see Lucius watching him, grey eyes dark, hair spilling across his face.

Licking his lips again, Sirius leaned forward and, eyes locked onto Lucius', licked the man's shaft from root to tip. Lucius let out a deep growl as Sirius teased him again, licking broad strokes up and down the heated skin before moving to the head.

He took a tentative lick, Lucius' pre-come salty on his tongue. He swallowed and lapped at Lucius' head again, cleaning him quickly even as more pre-come oozed down his tip.

'Suck me off now, Black!' Lucius hissed.

Needing no more encouragement, Sirius leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Lucius' cock. Lucius immediately thrust forward, burying half of his cock into Sirius' tight mouth. He let out an animalistic groan as Sirius sucked back, trying not to hurt Lucius as he drew back slowly.

'Fuck,' Lucius groaned, fisting one hand in Sirius' curly hair. Sirius hissed as his hair was pulled sharply but Lucius didn't loosen his grip. He pulled Sirius forward and back, setting a quick pace. Sirius just tried to hollow his cheeks and keep it up, jaw already aching.

Suddenly Lucius slammed in to the hilt, cutting off Sirius' breathing and making him choke. It just seemed to make Lucius growl even more, pausing as his cock slid down Sirius' throat. When Sirius choked again he pulled back, the Gryffindor gasping for air. Oxygen flooded his brain and fresh arousal speared through his body. Lucius, sensing how much Sirius had enjoyed it, did it again; he thrust in hard, burying himself down Sirius' throat and making him gape for air.

He drew back a few seconds later and once more Sirius sucked in air, stimulating the head of Lucius' cock. This was kept up for at least five minutes, Lucius losing control of himself as he approached an orgasm. Sirius sucked back harder, wanting the proud and dangerous Lucius Malfoy to come apart in his mouth because of him, Sirius Black.

Lucius groaned and started thrusting, hips jolting as he fucked Sirius' mouth. Sirius looked up just as Lucius shouted, 'Sirius!' and climaxed hard, shooting his seed down Sirius' throat.

It was salty and bitter, leaving a weird taste in Sirius' mouth as he swallowed. Lucius cock softened and he slipped out, Sirius breathing heavily as the Malfoy heir fell to sit in one of the armchairs. His trousers were around his knees and looked thoroughly debauched; hair all over the place, pale face sweaty and flushed, cock limp and covered in saliva.

Sirius stayed on his knees, unsure what to do. His throat felt raw and his mouth ached. He rubbed his jaw and licked his swollen lips, the salty taste of Lucius' seed still there.

Suddenly Lucius was standing and pulling his pants up. He fixed himself up and Sirius paled, thinking this was it; Lucius had what he wanted, he'd leave.

But instead of going, Lucius dragged Sirius up and kissed him, hard, mouth making Sirius' already red lips ache. Lucius' tongue darted into Sirius' mouth and he tasted himself, groaning as he backed Sirius to the bed.

Sirius fell and found his jeans being pulled down once more. He had a second to admire the view of Lucius Malfoy leaning over him before the Slytherin was sucking his cock, moving faster and harder as Sirius groaned.

'Fucking hell,' Sirius groaned, thrusting up into the dark, wet cavern. It was amazing, brilliant, and Sirius never wanted it to end. But at the same time he needed to come, needed to experience the release Lucius had had earlier.

The way Lucius was bobbing up and down, lips hard and tongue licking, hair brushing Sirius' thighs... Sirius wasn't going to last long.

It was better then he could ever have imagined and, two minutes after starting, Lucius sucked particularly hard and stroked Sirius' balls. The younger man gasped and arched up as he came, burying his cock deep into Lucius' mouth and climaxing down his throat.

Lucius just sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he drank Sirius down. It was the best and most intense orgasm Sirius Black had ever had. His entire body felt alight, like he'd been dipped into a very hot bath filled with butterbeer, or maybe firewhiskey. He felt like he was flying through a thunderstorm, skin on fire and gut flipping like mad. Lucius had one hand on his hip, the other still wrapped around his cock as he licked him clean. It sent little tremors through Sirius' body and he jerked, groaning and panting, eyes squeezed shut. He never wanted the feeling to end.

All too soon Lucius let Sirius' cock fall and he crawled up the bed. Sirius managed to open his eyes and looked up into the soft eyes of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius leaned down and kissed him gently, lips tender and tasting of Sirius' own seed.

'Sleep,' he said softly, pulling Sirius' jeans back up.

'But... school...' Sirius murmured, eyes already feeling heavy. It was like he'd played a three-week game of Quidditch. His limbs ached and his head felt fuzzy. He'd never felt so relaxed in his life.

Lucius ran a hand through Sirius' long hair and dug into his scalp, nails scraping his skin and making Sirius moan. 'Sleep,' Lucius whispered again, voice sounding gentler then Sirius had ever heard it.

Finally Sirius lost the battle to stay concious and his eyes drifted shut. Lucius wrapped his arms around the smaller man and sighed, kissing his forehead softly and thinking about what they'd just done.

Author's Note: I was thinking of changing Sirius' age, maybe setting it closer or just after his sixteenth birthday, but I didn't want to change the story. Also, I thought it was very in character of both of them; Sirius would just go after what he wants and Lucius would take what he wants, regardless of Sirius being a few months underage.

Hate me if you wish, there's not a lot I can do.

Cheers.

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