Chapter 9

The first thing that Sirius Black noticed when he woke up was the splitting headache blooming behind both of his eyelids. Groaning in pain, he slowly opened his eyes.

The next was the most arousing scent he had ever smelt. It smelt of innocence and sweet, tantalizing, untouched submissive. He held back a moan as his senses were assaulted by the scent.

MINE! he thought possessively. Jumping out of his bed, he rushed to find the owner of that scent. At least he tried to, until he ran into Remus.

Snarling and baring his fangs at the werewolf, he growled angrily, "Remus get out of my way." Remus shivered slightly at the dark tone, but he stood his ground against the man whose eyes were turned a bright silver colour.

"Calm down, Sirius, we need to talk first," Remus snarled. "Hadrian isn't well and it is mostly your fault!"

He wanted to be calm, but his mother wolf instincts just started lashing out at the enraged alpha who threatened the safety of his only cub. He stood firm and snarled out threateningly "So until you get your senses together I WILL NOT let you near my cub."

Snarling heavily, Sirius invaded Remus's personal space.

"You can't do that Remus," He said darkly as he harshly pushed Remus out of the way.

Opening the door with no effort, Sirius prowled to where the scent was coming from. He pushed open the door, took a deep breath, and smiled sensually.

"My mate…" he sighed, pupils dilating.

Walking over to the form in the bed, he looked down at the soft grey nightgown that outlined his mate's petit form.

"My perfection." He whispered in awe.

Looking down he noticed that the nightgown had ridden up, showing silky silver panties. He licked his lips and took a long look. The panties that snugly hugged his mates manhood showed off the outline perfectly. It made him want to nuzzle and lick the tender flesh to hardness. It made him want to lap up the juices that would flow liberally from his little mates needy entrance, showing him that he was ready and willing to be taken and filled with his potent seed. He took in a deep lust filled breath he continued his perusal.

Long, slender, creamy smooth legs ended with tiny delicate feet and adorable painted nails. His mate was a delicate beauty. He felt himself harden in his pants. Looking back up to Hadrian's face he tried to calm his instinct to claim, for his mate smelled of sickness. Stepping closer to the bed, he looked down tenderly at his little love.

He brushed a cool hand through Hadrian's kitten soft hair; remembering all that he had done to his innocent, gentle mate and he inwardly howled in regret and self loathing. Kissing Hadrian's forehead tenderly, he whispered a promise to his sickly mate.

"I will make it up to you, little love. I shall become a mate worthy of your submission. I will make this right."

He placed a soft kiss to Hadrian's lips before he fixed his mate's nightgown and covered him back up. Making sure his instincts were held firmly in check, he went to check on his best friend.

Seeing him knocked out, Sirius shook his head in exasperation. He hadn't meant to push Remus so hard. He knew that, for some odd reason, the Remus was a tad bit weaker than most of the Weres he had met though he had yet to find out the why. With a quick 'enervate,' he watched as Remus came to with a groggy whimper.

"You know, Remy, it is not very good for your health to get between a Dominant and his Submissive."

He gave a delicate sniff, and his eyes widened as his question had finally been answered. He smirked.

"Or maybe not. Who knew you were a submissive Remy?" he asked teasingly.

Stiffening as his secret came out, Remus glared.

"And what will you do with that information, Padfoot?" He asked sharply.

Shrugging unconcernedly, Sirius replied, "Well… I shall help you find your missing half. I will help you find your Dominant, Moony...but first you have to help me fix my mate. How do I fix this, Remy?!" He asked the submissive Were, desperation clearly shown in his expressive grey eyes. "You have to help me Moony. Please... I know what I did was wrong and horrible, but please believe me that I wasn't in my right mind."

He begged his oldest friend to understand his dilemma. However, his hopes of understanding were dashed when he saw Remus's stone cold look.

"Please Moony... I'm begging you," Sirius pleaded his soft grey eyes shining with hopelessness. "He's my mate...my precious little submissive. I refuse to live a life without him by my side."

Hearing such a strong Alpha grovel and beg like that rubbed Remus the wrong way and the fact that it was the always-mischievous Sirius just made it a hundred times worse.

"Ugh...fine. I don't know exactly what is wrong with him however, I do know that your farce of a relationship with Dezmolda is a contributing factor. That is the issue that needs to be dealt with IMMEDIATELY." Remus ordered, eyes flashing amber angrily; his wolf barely restrained.

Taking a quick skim through his now clear memories, Sirius's eyes widened in horror and his face drained of all color.

"OH MERLIN! What was I thinking?! And you LET ME?! Moony how could you? I thought we were friends. EW! I almost married a troll!" Sirius cried out horrified.

I almost married something ugly! My sexiness and ugliness don't mix, He thought in fear.

Though Sirius was a good man, his vanity knew almost no bounds, and he was ok with that.

"I HAD SEX WITH IT!"

Remus was not amused by his friends antics and growled in warning. Though Sirius felt as if he was going to vomit, and he wished he could obliviate the memories, he quickly gathered his wits and looked at Remus and scowled.

For Remus though, he tried to stay serious could not do so. The look of horror and disgust that crossed Sirius's face made Remus start to laugh uproariously. Clutching his sides in pain, Remus tried to calm himself down. He glanced at Sirius's clearly unamused face.

"Oh don't look at me like that, Padfoot! I'm sure If this wasn't happening to you, you would also laugh at the poor chump that this was happening to. As it is: the situation is pretty hilarious." He said haltingly trying to catch his breath.

Clearing his throat he turned solemn.

"All laughing matters aside: Padfoot, I am almost completely positive that once the troll is out of the picture permanently, Hadrian will make a full recovery."

Getting his things together, he turned back to Sirius before he apparated out and said, "I am leaving for a while...my heat is fast approaching. It would not bode well for myself if Hadrian thought I was trying to take his dominant from him while he was indisposed. That said, when I come back in about two weeks I expect things to be back to rights and for Hadrian to be healthy and awake by your side."

With one last stern look towards Sirius, he mentally prepared himself for two painful, long weeks of needy unfulfillment and apparated out.

Getting his wits together, he looked at his mate and made sure he was okay.

He kissed Hadrian's forehead and then stepped out of his little love's bedroom. Shutting the door softly, he warded it against anyone who had malicious intent- hidden or otherwise. Confident that every ward that he knew of was protecting his mate and that anyone who tried them would most likely die a horribly painful death, he took a calming breath to get himself ready for the battle that he knew was coming. He didn't even realize that the form in the bed stirred.

Walking down the stairs, Sirius went and sat in the most comfortable chair that he had in the study and waited for the woman that he almost ruined his life for to return.

He waited what seemed like forever for her to get back, and by the time he heard the distinctive crack of apparation, he was pacing angrily. He was so distracted that when he felt the sudden impact of breasts against his back, he turned around and snarled viciously at the woman that fell to the ground.

"Do not touch me, woman!" He growled.

Pouting in what she thought was a cute way, Dezmolda crooned, "Aww, Siri, my love, don't be that way... I know that I was gone longer than I usually am, but that is no reason to treat me so uncivilly."

Looking down at the simpering thing, Sirius tried to get his temper under control.

"Dezmolda, I am sorry, but this joke of a relationship can not proceed. I have been under the influence of a nefarious potion, and to be completely honest-you are far from being anywhere close to my type. You are composed of all the wrong parts..." Sirius trailed off as he saw the woman become a rather unattractive shade of puce.

Staring at the stupid but rich man, Dezmolda was furious.

"That potion was not supposed to wear off!" She yelled belligerently, moving to strike Sirius. Before the blow could connect, something stopped her.

"You knew?!" Hadrian snarled, his sharp fangs bared and glistening. His eyes glowed Avada Kedavra green and the temperature dropped significantly.

"You wretched, mate stealing harpy! I should kill you!" Hadrian yelled furiously his magic crackling in righteous anger, the scent of ozone and frost becoming prominent in the tiny receiving room.

Sneering at the creature, Dezmolda said in a poisonous tone, "Of course I knew, you stupid creature!"

Sirius growled at the insult. Looking at his Dom, Hadrian smiled reassuringly and made sure his hold on the gold-digging wretch was excruciating.

Hearing her pained whimper, Hadrian looked up at her and showed her a fang filled smile full of malicious intent. Suddenly smiling sweetly, he said "How about stupid you? Think back, Dezmolda Thornsyde, to what you know about ice fairies and their abilities."

Hadrian watched smiling happily as the vile woman's eyes widened in terror.

"No...PLEASE!" She cried out, begging.

Hadrian giggled slightly, and Sirius had to adjust his pants. Gazing into her wide ugly eyes, Hadrian felt no guilt for what he was about to do.

Gathering his power around him, ice started to cover the entire room, and his hair started to flow around him with his excess magic.

"Dezmolda Thornsyde," Hadrian stated, his voice soft but full of power, "for your willing actions and for knowing full well what would happen to an Ice fairy whose mate had rejected them, I revoke your magic.

No longer shall you be a threat to creatures everywhere." He stated in a tone of finality.

Covering his hand in ice blue magic, he quickly thrust his palm into her chest and pulled out a oily black mass. He watched dispassionately as she fell to the floor. Making sure that she was watching, he squeezed until her magic disintegrated in his palm.

Smiling sweetly at his mate, Hadrian said, "Sirius, love, could you take out the trash? I need to wash my hands. It seems that I touched something foul."

With that last quip, Hadrian left the distraught witch to his mate's untender mercies and glided to the washroom.

Sirius had never seen anything more arousing as his little mate's display of power.

Taking a deep breath, he made sure that the wards were completely under control and threw the woman out onto the street. He shut out her rage filled screams of revenge and locked her out of all the Black Wards. He hoped that she would try them though. The results were sure to be amusing. Sighing in satisfaction, he went to find his sexy mate.

AN: Many thanks again to my Beta for wonderful help and patience. I realize this chapter is a long time coming but since it is over 2k I am hoping for some lenience. I was super excited that I got reviews only to be kind of upset that they were telling of my mistake for my other story. Alas at least you all read it. So thanks my lovely readers! I really appreciate it. On that note please read and review and always I am grateful.

Many thanks,

Anguis Reginam