Sixth Year
Luca.
Luca and his dirty blonde hair.
Luca and his perfect white-teeth smile.
Luca and his bright blue eyes.
Luca.
Luca.
Luca.
Sirius swallowed as Luca's breath tickled his neck. As his tongue flicked over his artery.
Goosebumps erupted all over his body.
He let out a shaky sigh.
Luca.
Luca consumed his entire being.
Luca was lay against the sapphire bedsheets, surveying Sirius from under heavy lidded eyes as he stood in front of him, arms pressed against his sides, body completely straight.
Sirius ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, his Adam's apple bobbing as Luca's eyes bore into him.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but Luca narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, so Sirius stopped, reconsidering every action he'd ever taken.
Luca grinned, beckoning Sirius over.
Sirius let out a tiny exhale, hesitantly stepping forward.
Luca stood.
Luca threw Sirius onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
Sirius' body wouldn't untense.
A sea of whispers surrounded him, crashing against each other and rolling the shockwaves through his chest.
Luca was in the midst, at his table.
Sirius was in the doorway he'd just come through.
Eyes were swallowing him.
Blue eyes were singeing holes into him.
Luca's hair was perfectly styled.
The door swung open and collided with Sirius' back.
He fell over.
He hit the floor.
Hard.
Luca laughed.
Sirius was crazed.
He broke a mirror. He broke another.
He punched a hole into the wall.
It magically repaired with a hiss.
Luca was casually leant against the cubicle, wand in hand.
He was watching Sirius.
Sirius screamed at him to leave.
Luca ignored him.
Sirius ensnared Luca, winding lie after lie of hate around his body like a cocoon, and completed his trap with a single shove to the chest.
Luca crashed into the cubicle wall, shock radiating in his eyes.
Sirius let out a harsh laugh.
Sirius left, and Luca didn't move.
He couldn't speak.
His mouth had material crammed inside it.
His cheeks were bound with polyester.
He was bound to the bed.
Luca was stood over him, a lewd grin on his face.
His shirt was on the floor.
Sirius was only wearing boxers.
Luca winked.
And Sirius sighed, burning with desire.
Luca straddled him, sucking on his collarbone.
And Sirius groaned once more as Luca's wet tongue swept over his skin.
Luca tightened the restraints, until they were setting his wrists on fire.
Luca tightened the gag, until his jaw came off.
Luca murmured in his ear.
Luca left him there.
Sirius couldn't eat. Sirius couldn't sleep.
He needed to grip Luca's hair.
He needed to rock back and forth.
He needed Luca.
He needed Luca like the air he was reluctant to breathe.
Luca was the air he needed to breathe.
Luca was everything.
Luca.
Sirius was bleeding.
There were burn marks on his hips, perfectly circular.
Luca was on the other side of the room.
Sirius was on the bed, half-dead.
Luca was smoking.
Smoking hot.
The wind swept ash from the tip of Luca's cigarette.
Red tinged ash.
His quill quivered.
Luca was watching him.
Sirius was sat at a desk, his back rigid.
He was writing, with reluctant fingers.
Every sin.
Every sin, he ripped away from the parchment.
And Luca caught it, and read it.
And stared at Sirius.
It took two and a half hours for Sirius to finish.
And by that point, Luca was sneering at him.
Luca built a wall around Sirius, and nobody but him could drift through it.
But there came a point where Luca could no longer escape himself.
Luca.
Luca cut out his heart just for the sake of having two.
But the joke was on him, because Sirius took his soul.
Sirius cut his hair short, and Luca laughed.
So Sirius went out and persuaded a girl to come back to his room with him.
Luca walked in halfway through.
Sirius didn't bother stopping.
She didn't seem to mind.
Luca left soon after.
The night ended with Luca and Sirius playing a game with possessive pronouns and the storm of their own relationship.
Sirius was Luca's.
Sirius didn't belong to anybody.
Luca threw him away soon after.
Sirius didn't bother to get up.
Remus found Sirius crumpled outside the Ravenclaw Common Room entrance, slumped against the wall with a dead look on his face, but that wasn't really anything new.
The new thing was when Sirius made eye contact with him, because Sirius hadn't done that ever since he met Luca, two months ago.
Remus held out his hand, and Sirius took it, allowing Remus to yank him to his feet.
"Where's Luca?" Remus asked, trying to keep the disdain from his voice, and Sirius' eyes emptied.
"I don't know." he said emotionlessly, even though they both knew he was lying.
Luca really took a toll on Sirius.
The first night, Sirius didn't bother to move from bed.
The second night, Sirius had thirds of every meal and violently threw up everywhere when his stomach rejected it.
The third night, Sirius went to see Luca, and returned half an hour later shaking with anger.
The fourth night, Sirius got horrendously drunk, and went to see Luca again.
This time, he didn't come back until past five in the morning, staggering into the common room missing his shirt, revealing all six hickeys on his neck marking him as Luca's.
The fifth night, Sirius slept it off.
The sixth night, Sirius got into a screaming match with Luca in the Gryffindor common room and ended up physically throwing him out.
The seventh night, Sirius cried.
On the eighth night, Sirius stayed downstairs with James and had a long conversation.
On the ninth night, Sirius spent all night studying.
And on the tenth night, Sirius slept soundly.
Sirius never ended up speaking to Luca again, and that was just fine with Remus.
He wanted Sirius all to himself.