Prisoner Grim

By Spectra16 (MASTER OF BLUNT)

A/N: Yes. Regulus. In this chapter. Big scary secret. It cometh! For the record, let's say Sirius has been in Azkaban for a little over three years. I'm trying to work out the time dynamics myself, and it's not going to be easy to fit twelve years into a couple of chapters. Believe it or not, but there's more to the story after that, including Sirius' escape, him sneaking into Hogwarts, and then out, and then what he did the year before Harry was able to see him again. Yes, this is going to be a long ass story with plenty of love--

THIS CHAPTER IN PARTICULAR. Heavy smut showers with a 90 chance of sex flashback.

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Chapter Three: Silent and Sad

Sirius was nearly melding into the couch in the same recreation room Tussie had his fight in. A tiny television in the corner faded in and out of decent reception, but no one seemed to care. Sig sat next to Sirius with his arm draped over the back, nearly touching Black. Tussie had his nose in a book about dementors, ironically. The Ministry certainly had a sick sense of humor with their so called "privileges" in Azkaban.

There was something arousing about the familiar memory Sirius was secretly living in. The rec room was cold and ordinary, but served as a decent meeting place for prisoners. If Azkaban was to Hogwarts, the rec room was to the Gryffindor common room. And if Tussie chose to stick his thin nose in a book, what choice did Sirius have but to see him as Remus?

A few more moments of irrational day dreaming put Sirius in a strange mood. Sig peered over at his companion, seeing his hands twitch a bit as his cool eyes watched Tussie read. Sig didn't understand it, why Sirius put up with Tussie's antics. Honestly, he personally didn't know why he did himself.

Breaking both of their deep thoughts, Tussie leaned over to the both of them behind the couch. His feminine fingers pointed at a sentence in the thin book. His smile was soft as he looked back and forth between the two men.

"It's only ten AM and I've already learned something today. Look here," His voice changed. "Dementors have been guarding Azkaban since the Middle Ages."

"Get that book away from me, Tussie," Sirius barked, pushing it away from his face. "It's bad enough we have to be around the damn things all day."

"Correction," Tussie flipped pages to make him appear smarter. "If we were around them all day, we'd technically be admitted to a nice padded cell in St. Mungo's. Fortunately and unfortunately, that isn't the case." Tussie walked away to the front of the couch and plopped down on the floor, still holding his book open. Sirius let the man's arm brush against his calve. The simple touch made his heart flutter. Ever since their first sexual encounter, Sirius knew no one by the name of Tussie anymore. Call it insanity or just a result of being at Azkaban, but his sight failed to see the real person before him.

Such a personality change in Sirius would've been concerning if anyone could see it. Never before had he been reclusive or experienced hallucinations, and he certainly wouldn't have let anyone use him the way Tussie was. In Sirius' mind, Remus was there in Azkaban with him in the form of a petite, tiresome man who walked around like he had something to prove.

"Is there anything about how to defeat them?" Sig asked quietly with his meaty hands clasped together in his lap. Tussie nodded.

"Mostly stuff about the patronus. 'course, none of us have wands. And even if we did, it would be difficult," Tussie swallowed, flipping another few pages. "They have a shitload in here about how to stay sane. Like chocolate, obviously. Chocolate stimulates endorphins and counters the norapinephrin dementors induce. There's a little about weird scientific studies. They dedicated a whole chapter to animal tests and the controversial studies that have been done on children-"

"Wait, what about animals?" Sirius asked as his ears twitched. Tussie looked up at him and then back down at the book.

"Several different types of animals react differently to dementors, some better than others apparently," Tussie was about to continue when Sirius snatched the book from his hands. Instead of throwing a fit, Tussie grimaced and waited for Sirius to be done.

Pensive eyes scanned over the page quickly and stopped immediately when the word "dog" came into view. His throat tied up in a knot as the sentence read, "Mammals similar to cats and dogs are not as stressed when exposed to dementors." Tussie turned around and looked up, resting his arm on Sirius' thigh.

"Makes you wish you were an animagus," Tussie joked. Sirius felt his face turn red and his hair prickle on the back of his neck. Sig kept his eyes fixed on the television but understood exactly what was going on.

"Yeah," Sirius said emptily. He gingerly handed Tussie his book back, but he no longer seemed to care. Instead, he turned around, leaving his arm on Sirius' shivering leg.

"Of course, if anyone were to become an animagus, I'd think it'd be you. You find the craziest shit. Switchblades? That's nothing compared to becoming an animagus without a wand," Tussie joked in a low enough voice that didn't attract attention from any other prisoners. Sirius nudged him with his foot.

"Quiet," Sirius hissed. Sig looked at the two men with his peripheral vision, almost smirking.

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"Sirius, that has to be the most ridiculous hobby I've ever known anyone to have," Tussie looked down at Sirius, who was laying on his belly, scribbling words onto a piece of paper. It was a collection of boxes and clues to words, which some people would call a rough crossword puzzle.

"Well, once I get out of here, I'm going to be ready with this job. I'll work for the Daily or the Scribbler, making horoscopes and crossword puzzles. YOU, my friend, will be stuck in your parent's cellar, sucking down ramen noodles and watching old episodes of Cheers," Sirius smirked. "You have no room to criticize! Do I question your hobbies when you beg for a second serving of mashed potatoes to make miniature-sized head sculptures of me? No. Of course not."

Tussie stared Sirius down for a few moments before realizing he wasn't going to move, so he grabbed Sirius by his arms and yanked him from his bed.

"You pompous faggot!" Tussie tried to act as angry and tough as possible. "If I didn't peg you in the ass every night, you'd be a darling, horny school boy!! Instead, I get this attitude and disrespect! Fuck you, Black!" Tussie tossed him back onto the bed. Looking a little shaken, Sirius tried to redeem himself.

"Jesus, Tuss. Don't be so pissed off," Sirius misinterpreted Tussie's drama for genuine feelings. "I'm sorry."

Tussie's frown twisted on it's side to form a smirk. He brushed his hand down his chest slowly to straighten his striped jumpsuit, not realizing that the long stroke aroused Sirius.

"Me too. I'm sorry you're so gay. I might not enjoy it so much if you weren't," Tussie laughed and gave Sirius the same look that Lupin might have.

"I'm nervous," Remus spoke distantly, pulling from a kiss on his four poster bed in the Gryffindor dorms. Sirius had nearly dragged him through a group of people in the common room, knowing that both Peter and James were gone for a bit. Sirius opened his eyes, pausing in the middle of removing Lupin's white, button down shirt.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently. Remus shrugged. Sirius' lips pressed together in a thin line, wondering what it could possibly be now.

"Just a few moments ago you were. . . You know. . . Pretty excited," Sirius smiled, referring to how eagerly he'd been grinding up against the other boy's hips, silently begging him for affection lower down his body. Sirius gave him a few reassuring kisses on his neck. They weren't rough or impatient, like it had been before. Just nice and pleasant.

"I don't want to rush you into anything. If there's something wrong, you need to tell me," Sirius tried hard not to let the fiery feeling in his member to get in the way of talking to Remus, but there wasn't much he could do. Before he could stop himself, his thin tongue wandered into Remus' ear, releasing a cry from the boy beneath him.

"Sirius --god--, please!" Remus gently pushed him away, conflicted feelings wanting more and not wanting more. Sirius breathed heavily into his ear, forcefully licking the inside. Remus' thin hands grabbed Sirius' cloak and pulled him closer, grinding his member on Sirius' inner thigh. Sirius stopped licking and grinned at Remus as he continued to thrust.

"Are you sure you're nervous?" He chuckled. Remus didn't answer, but his eye lid were heavy with ecstasy, which would've spoken louder than words. "I think you're ready. Please tell me I'm not wrong in assuming that," Sirius whispered softly, sounding hornier as Remus kept pressing up against him. Black started quickly unbuttoning Remus again, finally able to run his fingers across the soft skin that was somewhat obstructed by an occasional scar that ran irregular. Sirius' tongue quickly ran across the longest one that ran from Remus' belly button and fell short of his under arm. The werewolf's nerves shuddered and twitched.

"Sirius," Remus whispered reverently. Sirius looked up under dark eyelashes and continued his tasting trek across the boy's body. Small breaths tickled Remus as he smiled and his eyes rolled back partially. Sirius grabbed his love handles, worshipping his bellybutton with his tongue, pushing it in and out as if to give him some sort of sick innuendo. Remus' penis was pushing against Sirius' chest now, reminding him all of this foreplay was painfully slow.

Remus didn't seem to be nervous as he heard the sound of his pants unzipping. A weak moan leaked through his throat, and his body lay perfectly still, hands spread out at his sides. Sirius nudged the bulge with his nose, still unrevealed because of Remus' black boxers. His lips teased the soft skin below with tiny soft nips and kisses. Sirius licked the tip of the fabric, wishing for another taste. His fingers crept into the seam of Remus' underwear and reached in for the member. Remus whimpered in anticipation, rubbing his torso to give himself some sort of pitiful satisfaction. His fingers lightly brushed over his own nipples, and his breathing wasn't deep anymore, but changed into short whiffs of lustful sickness.

Sirius liked seeing Remus try to hold his emotion. He did it all of the time, with every situation. If Sirius had it his way, he'd have already thrust Remus into spasms of pain, but he wanted the werewolf to snap, to reveal itself outside of a full moon and pin him to the bed and rape him coldly. Sirius figured it was unlikely, but not impossible. This first time would be their best. It already was.

So Sirius took his time removing the boxers from Remus' pelvis. He dragged them down slowly past his member and down his thin legs.

"Get on with it, please," Remus begged as Sirius had just gotten then down past the knees.

"Patience, Moony. You're such a horny little git when you don't get your way," Sirius teased, trying to sound as uninvolved as possible. Seeing Remus' face contort with frustration was delightful. Once Sirius threw the boxers on the floor, he pretended to be leaning his face forward into Remus' dick, but instead kept moving up his torso and planted a tender kiss on Lupin's lips. He pushed Sirius' face away and looked pissed off.

"Dammit, Sirius! You're building me up TOO much. Just suck me!" Remus threw a mini fit, wondering why he was acting so strangely. Sirius grimaced playfully and pushed himself back down. He seductively looked up at Remus and pressed his tongue against the tip, tasting the first bit of precome. Remus looked a little relieved, but clearly wanted more immediately. Sirius licked along the bottom of the shaft without inserting the whole thing in his mouth.

Remus gasped, thrusting once, feverishly trying to tell Sirius he wanted more. Sirius licked once more, giving him a short tongue flick under the tip.

"Shit," Remus whispered, closing his eyes tightly. This was the moment Sirius had been hoping for. He licked once more before climbing back up to Remus' face and kissed him forcefully. Remus gasped in surprise, grabbing Sirius' shoulders and pushed him off. Sirius laid down next to Remus and tried desperate not to laugh. Remus panted in anger, not knowing what to do with the most painful boner he'd ever had in his life. Sirius turned his head and blew air into Remus' ear.

"If you really want it, you need to force me," Sirius spoke playfully. Remus turned his head to face him, their noses almost touching.

"Is that it?" Remus asked impatiently. Sirius nodded with a horridly smug look on his face. There was no warning as Remus flipped over on top Sirius and pinned his arms above his head, so that Sirius' eyes were level with Remus' throbbing member. Sirius opened his mouth in shock, realizing that he'd done it, but his surprised speech was apprehended by the head shoved in his mouth. Remus thrust deeply to the back of Sirius' throat, uncaring to the occasional gag or moan. Remus watched Sirius squirm beneath him, but who also did nothing to get out of the bind. Remus released himself into Sirius without warning, and not knowing what to do with the fluids, Sirius swallowed hard and breathed heavily.

"Damn, Moony," Sirius' sweaty forehead glistened as a tiny smile spread across his face. Remus looked down with a lustrous look that Sirius had never seen before. Still pinning his hands above his head, Remus sat on Black's chest.

"I hope I don't have to pay you for this," Remus joked.

Tussie coldly pulled out of Sirius and hiked up his pants. Sirius winced in pain and continued to lay on his stomach on his cot. The smaller man said nothing as he left the cell. Sirius wiped the water from his eyes and put his face in his pillow. The sun had gone down and the room was so dimly lit that it would've been pointless for Sirius to continue his word scramble. He laid there in silence, listening to the sound of Tussie's soft footsteps down the hallway. Sirius wondered where he was going, considering the dementor's nightshifts were nearing.

Sirius closed his eyes tightly and wondered what Lupin was doing at that very moment. He could imagine him folding tattered laundry or reading a book by his fireplace, or maybe listening to his record player. In all of these platonic fantasies, Remus was also content. Sirius never imagined him depressed or shut up in his home. It was idealistic and untrue, but Black never had it in him to be realistic in his mind.

Sirius was drifting to sleep when he heard tiny pitter patters on the ground. Black immediately recognized the sound and jumped up. He looked down at the floor and saw a beautiful orange tabby looking up at him. Sirius smiled and patted the cat on the head.

Tiny paws molded into strong human hands that erected in a stance. Dark, familiar eyes met with his brother's as Regulus grinned. Sirius looked up at his closest of kin and turned his wrists over.

"I failed. The guards stopped me before I could. . . Finish," Sirius whispered sadly, giving his brother an apologetic look. Regulus sat down next to his older brother and wrapped his arm around him.

"I'm sorry," He muttered. "They sent word to mother about what happened. I came as fast as I could." Sirius entertained a chortle.

"What did she say?"

"Well," Regulus looked up at the ceiling, a playful hint in his voice. "She may have mentioned something about how you were worthless and couldn't even manage to end your own life. . . But she did seem concerned." Regulus furrowed his eyebrows and pressed his lips tighter to hide a wide grin. Sirius shook his head and straightened his back.

"That's good to hear."

Regulus looked around in the dark room and then back at Sirius' distant eyes that flickered at him. The silence between the two brothers was painful for Regulus, who could barely go a few days without speaking to his rebellious brother. Desperate to start the most difficult discussion he'd have with Sirius, he started with trivial matters, wondering if this would be the last time Sirius would speak to him.

"It's good to see you again," Regulus whispered. Sirius turned his head, shortening the distance between their prominent, aristocratic noses, leaving the younger brother restless and uneasy.

"Out with it, Regulus," Sirius had a sturdy assumption that Regulus had something important to say. The heir to the Black fortune put his head down and sulked. He was haughty, unreasonable, self-assured alone but when he older brother was around him, all of his mannerisms changed. His parents saw their child as a perfect heir, a prick and a prince. Little did they know their son was living a heroic double life.

"Sirius, don't be angry with me," Regulus stated, still unsure of himself. Short strands of hair that floated on his eyes fluttered with each blink. Like his brother, his fiddled with the hand-crafted silver rings on his hands, each studded with rubies and emeralds. "I met someone. . ."

"Dammit, Regulus," Sirius stood up and walked with his back to his brother. "I already know, dammit! I saw it coming. Father and Walburga warned me." Sirius uttered his mother's name spitefully. "They threatened me. So I ran away! You could've done the same! How hopelessly stupid is it to follow a dead madman?!"

"You don't understand, Sirius! This is important! This is the chance we've been waiting for!" Regulus felt nervous bantering about something he hadn't even laid out for Sirius yet. Tension in his forehead strained his thoughts and forced him to yell. Sirius didn't look back, not very worried that the dementors would come by, or that anyone would hear.

"You've been waiting for it," Sirius spoke softly. "I didn't want it because . . . It's dangerous. You shouldn't have to be the only one."

Regulus stood up, following Sirius. He laid one similar hand on his brother's shoulder and tried to face him.

"I'm not the only one!"

"You think you're not the only one."

"That's where you're wrong, Sirius. I met someone who was a follower before He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was desecrated. He's had a change of heart! Dumbledore trusts him! Dumbledore trusts me! He knows I can help expose the other Death Eaters. If You-Know-Who was ever to return, I will be the first to know!" Regulus' expressions softened. Sirius looked down at him and his nose twitched.

"You haven't come here for counsel," Sirius grabbed his brother's arm and yanked his shirt, exposing a grotesque skull with a snake laying still as a tattoo. Sirius let himself take a sharp breath. With a bitter tremble in his voice, Sirius said, "I didn't want this for you."

"There's no better person for this, brother. I've been waiting for this my whole life. I've kissed up to the family, I've played the part of a snotty Slytherin, I've done everything possible to give off an aura the Dark Lord's follower. What would you have me do? Waste all of this effort on fighting . . .," Regulus swallowed hard. "Voldemort on your side. I have a side to be on."

Sirius looked down at the floor, sad and silent. A frigid breeze swept past the two Blacks. The prisoners had felt this unnatural cold sweep every night just as they were warm in their beds. Sirius' eyes narrowed.

"The dementors," He muttered. Regulus wasted no time turning back into the orange, grumpy-faced cat he'd always been. Sirius realized this might be his only chance to see if turning into Padfoot would be his sanctuary from the nightly madness. Both Sirius and Regulus sat on their back haunches, hoping the dementors would pass by without questioning why a cat and dog wouldn't be chasing each other around madly.

Sirius was cringing inside of his dog form, waiting for that painful, empty feeling to consume him. But nothing came. Everything was cold and silent. The dementors didn't even look at the two household pets sitting ever so patiently. When each one had passed in their depression parade, Sirius and Regulus turned back.

"That's incredible. I didn't feel a thing," Sirius said breathlessly. Regulus nodded.

"That's probably why I've been able to get around so easily," Regulus reasoned.

Sirius rubbed his forehead with his palm.

"You should go. My roommate will be back soon. He shouldn't even have been gone this long."

"Sirius, I am sorry," Regulus didn't bother to waste more time apologizing, but he felt remorseful still. "But I won't disappoint you."

Back into a cat Regulus turned, easily slipping through the bars and striding down the hallway, returning to whatever crevice Regulus had found to sneak in. Sirius wished he'd asked how to get out but if he did manage to escape, where would he go? Black buried his face in his hands, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

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A/N: Thank you reviewers! I feel very tired because it is Father's Day, 12 at night. I'm gonna sleep until 3 in the afternoon two days from now. Actually, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to my friend's house and we're going to write horrible slash fics about unlikely HP pairings. . . You think that's funny but I'm dead Sirius. Haha! Did you get that? I used the sound of Sirius' name to replace the word "serious." I'm so clever. I bet no one has done that before.

And while I'm being passive aggressive, I'd like to systematically . . . HUG each one of you who put alerts on my story and didn't review. That was especially nice. Now lets you know who those people are so that I can learn their pennames and go to their houses at 3 AM and hoola hoop on top of them as they sleep, while singing Enya. She IS rocking out. Oh yes, I have to mention my partner fic.

My friend and I are going to be pretentious assholes and pretend we're better than everyone on the HP fandom by writing absolutely ridiculous pairings that are both random and punctual. I will probably enjoy writing them more than you will enjoy reading them, but I guess that's your call. It's called THESE BOOKS ARE by TzatzikiBakonz. It features Percy/Umbridge, Pansy Parkinson/Parvati Patil/Padma Patil (that's PPPPPP for short), Voldemort/Snape/Quirrel (AXIS OF EVIL!!), Myrtle/Ron, Crookshanks/Minerva, and Black family/incestual band of hillbillies. I look forward to seeing you there!