A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've had this chapter written for a while now. I've just been lazy, and the only thing I've been writing frantically for is my new story Few Beautiful Friendships, which I'm so excited about. Check it out if you have time!
It's about what would have happened if Sirius was resorted into Gryffindor in his sixth year, with a motive to protect his brother as well as to become a Death Eater and destroy Voldemort from the inside. Please check it out.
Now I'm gonna stop trying to sell my story to you guys, and let you enjoy chapter twelve of Wild Boys.
Warnings: Slash, sexual scenes.
xoxo
12. Taten
Sirius's arms tightened around the other man. He didn't know what was telling him, but something suggested about the familiarity Benjy moved and acted with that this wasn't the first time the prison officer had played around with an inmate.
He whispered the older man's name against his lips, hands sliding down his long lithe body to fumble with the belt clasp. Soon, he was in and stroking Benjy's cock.
'Fuck Sirius,' he panted, nipping his chin and his lip.
Sirius laughed that arrogant, throaty laugh of his, and the speed of his hand increased. He started sucking the officer's chin, lapping at the small bead of sweat collected at his pulse point.
Then he leant up a little too quickly to kiss Benjy, feeling the older man's body quivering against his. 'Fuck,' Benjy cried, his climax exploding before him. He emptied himself on Sirius's hands, who in answer wiped the remnants of Benjy's ecstasy on the boxers bunched around the officer's thighs.
'You're amazing,' Benjy murmured against Sirius's forehead, kissing it briefly. 'This can't ever...'
'I know.' Sirius replied softly. 'Now shhh, it's my turn.'
After he and Benjy parted their separate ways with a chaste kiss, the prisoner leaving to go to his room and the officer off to do his duties and what not, the long-haired boy hurried to his room.
Sirius didn't know whether he was surprised, or annoyed when he finally reached his room. Peter was sitting on his bed, talking to James. Talking to James. Peter? Yes, Peter. On his bed.
'Hey,' Sirius murmured, sitting beside James and throwing an arm around his friend's shoulders.
'Where have you been?' James asked.
'With Benjy.' Replied the other boy. Then he winked. He looked up to meet the watery, scared eyes of Peter.
Those tiny blue eyes.
'Yes Peter?' He asked. He only ever spoke to the boy when he needed to; through convenience or when he was bored in their room. Not because he wanted to though.
'N-nothing,' the younger boy said.
'Peter? D'you mind leaving me and James alone for a minute?' The shorter blond haired boy hesitated, eyes flickering to the door; not knowing whether to leave or not. This annoyed Sirius. 'Get the fuck out, man!' he snapped.
Peter ran out of the room without a second thought.
'You don't need to be so mean to him.' James said softly, stretching on the bed.
'Where's Remus?' Sirius asked calmly.
'He's in the library, drawing us a map.'
Sirius exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. 'We're really doing this? We're actually serious about ... you know ... breaking out and everything.'
'Of course we are. I can't let you stay here, and after finding out about Alphard, the nicest person I've ever know, being murdered? We can't possibly stay here! We need to get the fuck out, Padfoot. Even if it's impossible, we should try...'
'I know.' Sirius replied quietly. 'So, what do we do?' he then asked.
'We leave Remus alone in the library whilst he draws a map of Azkaban. And from there on, we plan. Any routes, any areas that have less security, we investigate further and take it from there on.'
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Remus was indeed in the library. He was running a frustrated hand through his golden brown hair and chewing his lip angrily. He was finding it tiresomely hard to draw the Girls' Wing of Azkaban. He knew it was somewhat similarly structured to the boys; an east wing, a west wing, but he didn't know how many rooms per floor, how many bathrooms there were, the average sizes of the rooms—
'Remus!' It was Lily, her pretty red hair pulled into a ponytail, and just some shorts and a vest on. It was horribly warm inside Azkaban. And during summer, despite the fact that they were in Scotland, they still grew terribly hot.
'Whatcha doing?' she said playfully, sitting beside him and musing his hair.
He tried to cover the mostly filled map from her, but Lily was clever. 'Is that a map?' she asked.
'N-no.' He murmured. 'It's—'
'You've got the Girls' Wing all wrong,' Lily huffed impatiently. She sat beside Remus, snatched the pencil from him and shuffled the paper over to her. Immediately, she began scrawling on the paper.
'You see, there are fifteen rooms on this floor, in the east wing, not like your block...' she talked it through with him, explaining in great detail about the whole Girls' Wing.
'We also have something that the Boys' Wing and the Classroom Blocks don't have. Some sort of rubbish chute, leading straight to the main gates.' She drew an invisible line. 'It goes underground and pops up at a drain pipe right here. If you're seen lingering there for some strange reason, you get in trouble.' She shook her head, red tendrils falling to cover her eyes.
'Anyway,' Lily continued, 'why d'you need to draw a map of the grounds?'
Biting his lip and hoping his face didn't betray any of the emotion he felt, Remus smiled up at his friend. 'For geography. You know, we're doing cartography right now. I want to keep it a secret for now though.' He wracked his brain to try and remember if Lily did geography. He was sure she did history.
'Oh,' she had a weird edge to her voice, but maybe she was just tired, Remus thought worriedly, 'that's cool Remus. Do you need me to do anything else?'
She was extremely talented at drawing, she was. 'Yeah,' he said. 'D'you think you can help me draw these lines out neater? I can't be asked to spend any more time at all bothering with it.'
'Sure Remus,' Lily replied cheerfully. She shuffled her chair closer to him and taking the pencil off of him, started to rub out lines and squares and draw them neater. Whilst she did this, Lily spoke to him. 'D'you remember that time last year? Where we almost slept together?'
He blushed. Of course he remembered. Lily was the first person he'd ever gone so ... far with. Then there was a ... a guy ... Remus had been honest when he told Sirius he'd messed around with a guy before. But he didn't want to delve into the story about Lockhart, not yet anyway. It could wait another day. Preferably another year, but it was a story that could wait.
Remus's golden skin turned red as he looked up slowly to meet her eyes. 'Y-yeah, I remember.'
'I never told you but ... but you were my first kiss,' Lily said softly. She was blushing herself, ducking her head and smiling softly. 'I've always wondered ... if Pince hadn't walked in, d'you think we would have gone the whole way?'
Remus shrugged and leaned over to look at what she was drawing. 'Probably. But what with me being so responsible and not having any condoms, well, I might have stopped it eventually.'
Lily giggled. 'Even half way through.'
He grinned. 'Maybe not actually...'
As she drew however her expression soured. She licked her lips. 'You haven't told anyone have you?'
Remus started laughing. 'You mean have I told James? No, of course not. I'm not going to run around telling people how cute you are when you're all flustered and wanton, and when you moan—'
Lily chuckled and hit his head, 'Shut up Remus Lupin. Anyway, just make sure you don't tell James. I don't want him thinking I'm some sort of tart or whatever.'
He mused her hair and smiled softly, 'I promise I won't tell anyone. I mean imagine what people will think of me? I'm some sort of monster seducer, seducing all the women of Azkaban. Others will be throwing themselves at me if they find out... wait, remind me of why I can't tell anyone again?'
She elbowed him and stepped on his foot all at the same time not too lightly. 'Shut up Lupin.'
He smirked and leaned over to look at what she was doing. 'So, what are you doing in the library on a weekend?'
'What d'you mean on a weekend? Nothing wrong with coming to the library on a weekend. Like, what the fuck, you're in the library on a weekend. Are you allowed to be here but not me? Is it some unwritten rule? Am I—'
Remus covered her mouth and pecked the top of her head. 'No, Lily. I just mean are you here to do work? You looking for someone?' he released her.
'No, but I'm looking for something though. Hey Remus, you spend a lot of time in here. Have you seen a ring ... at all ... on the floor o-or the table?' she frowned when her friend shook his head. 'Dammit. I lost it when I got in that argument with Snape and his friends.'
'Your mother's ring?'
Her lower lip trembled. She couldn't stand the thought of having lost it. The ring her mother gave her meant everything to Lily. Especially after she'd ... she'd lost her mother.
Lily nodded, and gave a barely audible reply of, 'Yes.'
'I'll ask around for you. I'm sure someone should have seen it.' He told her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. 'Now, could you please explain why the heck girls get bigger bathrooms than the boys?'
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Remus, when he came back, handed the map to James. He jumped up and snatched it off Remus before his handsome face broke into a wide grin.
'Brilliant Remus, really.' He said excitedly, turning over the map to read the key points written out on the back. 'This isn't your handwriting though.' Behind his glasses, he was looking at Remus worriedly. 'Does anyone else know about this map? About our plan?'
The half-Italian lay on his bed, stretched out. He was fanning himself with a book on his cabinet and frowning. 'No, she doesn't know directly about the map or the plan, she thinks it's some homework, but Lily's smart—'
James's face changed from one of worry to one of happiness. 'Lily?'
Rolling his eyes, Remus nodded. 'Yes, Lily. She walked up to me doing it, told me I was bollocking up the Girls' Wing, corrected it and wrote down some things about it.'
'She smart?' the bespectacled teenager asked, working his bottom lip and running a hand through his hair nervously. When Remus nodded, he shook his head. 'Let's just hope she isn't too smart.'
Remus wanted to shout "SHE IS!" but he stayed quiet. 'Lily only came to look for something anyway. It's not like she's trying to conspire against us or work out what we're doing.'
James jolted and started shaking his head. 'What with my uncle's death and the will reading, I totally forgot to give Lily her ring back. She left it in the library and I took it so I could return it to her. I guess I just forgot to give it back...'
'You should give it back now James. That ring is her mother's. Her dead mother's.'
Nodding, the bespectacled teen went over to his cabinet and pulled out the ring from the top drawer. 'I'll go find her now. Give it back and all.'
Whilst he was putting his shoes on, he looked up at Remus. 'Could you tell me why she's in here?'
Remus shook his head. 'That's her story to tell. Sorry mate.'
Without another word, James left the room, in hopes he'd be able to track down Lily. He didn't know why he was so popular here. He hadn't been in Azkaban long despite the fact that everyone knew him; everyone waved and smiled when he walked past.
James still felt like none of them really knew him though.
Did they know James wouldn't hesitate to kill ten people just so Sirius could survive?
He bit his lip and tried hard to stop from thinking about such depressing things. Sirius was with Caroline the therapist at the moment, and everyone was enjoying the sunshine outside, and the weekend free time.
James wiped his forehead as he walked faster towards the large oak tree in the courtyard. Lily was sitting there were a few other girls. If she turned him down now, everyone would see. James did not want everyone to see.
When she saw him, matted messy hair, shirt mostly unbuttoned, cheeks flushed from exertion, Lily just knew he was coming over for her. He stood right in front of her and held out his hand. She blushed and ignored all the eyes watching; who wouldn't be watching James Potter, after all? Heart throb, handsome, hot James Potter?
Already a millionaire and not even an adult.
'What?' Lily asked, taking his hand. He pulled her up so she was flush against him.
'A little birdie told me you were looking for something...' he said as he searched his pockets, pulling out the small, pretty ring. Lily gasped and reached for it, but he held it out of her reach. 'Since I searched most chivalrously for this, fought tooth and nail to retrieve this ring from that Lord Saruman crackpot dude, I think I deserve a prize for this ring...'
He pouted and closed his eyes, lips purse and ready. But Lily wasn't going to give in so easily. She kissed his sweaty soft cheek, slipped the ring from his hand and turned to sit down with her friends.
James flushed, shaking his head with both amusement and distaste, before winking and leaving her after saying cockily, 'Your loss.'
xo
Sirius smiled at Caroline. No innuendos, no flirting, just a smile. She seemed surprised at him committing such a normal gesture, that when she handed him his cup of tea, a stream of questions came with it. The first being:
'Are you okay?'
Such a cold, detached, dumb question. If he didn't look okay, then why would he be okay? He wasn't okay nor was he fine or alright or any of those other dumb words that barely even described his emotions.
'I hate that question. It's so dumb, so cold and disconnected. You ask strangers on the bus if they're "okay" when they trip up. Ask your cat in the morning if she's "okay". You don't ask someone you care about, or someone you know whether they're "okay" or not.'
He exhaled and shook his head. 'No, I'm not okay.'
Caroline smiled at him. 'What's wrong?'
This time, he smirked. 'Another question I despise. People regret asking "what's wrong" when they get a response of anything longer than "nothing" but they feel guilty when they are answered with "nothing". It doesn't make sense at all.'
Caroline wasn't writing anything down, a change for once. 'What's wrong, Sirius?' she asked.
'You read the papers, I'm sure?' when she nodded, he continued. 'So you know my uncle left me twenty five million quid?'
She started writing and he sighed, annoyed that his peace was short lived. 'Yes, but surely you're happy; you won't have to work a day. He's left you houses too.'
He shook his head. 'That's not the point though. My parents are angry at me for getting all the money. They'll want it back. They won't give it to me, not if they can avoid it. And most importantly, it's the fact that he's had to leave me stuff. He was so young and he's dead now. I-I can't ...' Sirius stopped talking, too absorbed in the fact that his beloved uncle was dead.
Before he knew it, Sirius was clutching at his hair, chewing on his lip and trying ever so vehemently to chase the tears away. They left, but how long for...
'I just ... I want to see my brother again, and hear his voice, and talk to him. I want to see him. He always makes me feel better.'
'You can speak to him!' Caroline said excitedly. 'There's a telephone box, free of charge of course, but if you're in a queue then maximum time for someone is five minutes. Anyway, it's at the edge of the courtyard. You can go there. Probably the first person to use it all month.'
'All month? Why, what's wrong with it?' he asked.
Caroline frowned. 'There's a stigma attached to it. Most of the inmates hate their parents for putting them here, even though they need Azkaban to rehabilitate them. They don't want to speak to their parents or call them. And so the ones who do want to speak to friends or home get bullied when they do. There's also a case of a girl trying to strangle someone with the phone line a few months ago. It's spurred a few copy-cats and most just don't want to risk it. Everyone here has at least one enemy, you see?'
'It wouldn't be someone called Taten by any chance, would it? The person to start the phone line strangling trend?' he asked tentatively.
Caroline frowned. 'Yes, a girl called Rose Taten. She's in actual fact due to come out of Isolation later today, sometime during dinner.'
'What, d'you think she should stay in there?' her tone wasn't a positive one and he had a feeling she didn't like Taten much.
'More often than not, I don't agree with the idea of Isolation, but for her I do. She should stay there for the rest of her time here at Azkaban. The same cycle happens. She's released, she's calm for a month or two, and then she tries to kill one of the inmates. It's tedious to say the least.'
Sirius grinned widely. 'She sounds like fun.'
'Humph, maybe from where you are,' Caroline mumbled before shaking her head and looking at Sirius. 'Now, Mr Black. Would you like me to show you where the phone is?'
They ignored what was supposed to be a therapy lesson and instead walked through Azkaban to where the telephone box was. It was vandalised and mostly ruined. The plastic shield around the two that were there was partially destroyed and ruined. But that didn't matter, not really. Because everything was still in tact.
'Why hasn't anyone destroyed the actual phone line if they hate it so much?' he asked as they hurried along the courtyard, which was a little emptier than before.
'Because then the person who does destroy it gets two weeks in Isolation. No one's willing to risk it.' She explained. 'Now, you disable the five minute re-setter like this...' she pressed buttons before telling him to write in his family home number.
Sirius did, smiling softly as he did it. The phone started ringing and he grinned radiantly at Caroline. 'I'm going to be a while.' He explained.
'I know. I'll see you later this week. Good luck.' She said before leaving.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
'Good morning, the House of Black here, who's speaking?'
Sirius's body tensed. 'Hello, Karen? Could I speak to Regulus please? It's Sirius.' He decided to be polite. Nothing bad ever happened to those who were polite, right?
She hesitated, before coughing softly and saying, 'Yes, Master Sirius. One moment. You're brother's watching TV.'
'If he's watching Disney Channel, change it. That stuff's going to pollute his mind.' He laughed, waiting in anticipation for Regulus's voice.
'Just what your mother was saying to me earlier ... Reg, your big brother's on the phone ... yes, all the way from where he is staying...'
There was a pause, whilst Sirius held his breath. And then he heard a shy, tentative, 'Hi Sirius.'
Sirius's body sagged, as he flopped down to the soft ground of the courtyard, facing all and watching everyone who dared watch him.
'Hey, baby brother.' His voice was cracking. 'I miss you.'
'I miss you too Sirius, so much. I was just saying to mummy this morning that I want to send you the picture I drew in school.'
Sirius laughed huskily. 'Really? What did you draw?' he sniffed, begging the overwhelming happiness inside him to calm down, just for a moment. Of course, it didn't. Nothing ever listened to him or did as he asked. It took the piss most of the time.
'I drawed a big—'
'I drew Regulus, babe.'
'Sorry. Yes, I drew a big house. And you was in it, and James was. We had a big dog with us too. Big and soft and black. Everyone was scared of the dog, but we wasn't.'
Sirius laughed softly, and he realised everyone near him was listening in. He spoke in softer tones. 'I miss you so much.'
'Miss you too.'
'Tell me about what you did in school after you drew the big house...'
xo
Sirius dramatically threw himself into the nearest chair. It was dinner time and everyone was eating either mac and cheese or chicken breast soup; it tasted better than it sounded. 'Did you know, Prongs, that there's a telephone box, two actually, right in the corner of the courtyard? And you can speak to anyone for as long as you want?'
James's eyes widened. 'You're joking.'
'Yeah. I just spoke to Regulus for twenty minutes.' His voice broke. 'He misses us so much. He's so bored, James. W-we need to get out. I can't bear the thought of spending eight more months without him.'
'You're in luck,' murmured James just as they saw Remus coming over. 'Remus has completed a map of the all the blocks and wings of the asylum. Now we just need one of the underground, it can't hurt to see if there are any other more discrete routes. Especially since it seems we're going to be using an underground chute in the Girls' Wing.'
Sirius looked up. 'Y-you think there's a way then? You've found one.'
'Not if we don't get the underground maps no. But yeah Sirius, basically. We've found a way.' James grabbed his hand and looked elatedly at him. He was trembling from uncontained exhilaration and seemed like he wanted to run around singing and dancing. 'There might be a way Sirius. We can do this.'
Looking at the calm and collected Remus helped Sirius accept the fact that yes, there was a way out. And yes, they could do it. But not without the underground maps.
Little did they know that Peter Pettigrew sat on the other side of the pillar, eating his mac and cheese, eagerly drinking in every word they said.
They were getting out? They were getting out.
The boys, including Peter, were withdrawn from their conversations and thoughts however when a collective "Aah" echoed throughout the very large dining hall. There were seven officers, each with a baton (the only officer who carried his around was Filch, meaning that they were in for some serious business).
Greyback was there, amongst Lockhart and Slughorn and Hagrid. Probably four of the most powerful prison officers in the whole asylum.
'Fuckkk!' Remus said loudly. 'I didn't know they were letting her out!'
'Who?' James asked.
Everyone was watching carefully. Everyone, save Sirius and James, knew who the mystery girl was. Rose fucking Taten, that's who. Hagrid moved aside and they could finally see her. All they could see was her.
Taten was one of those girls, beautiful but you couldn't quite make out why. She looked like a younger version of Joss Stone, the singer.
Her hair was very long, thick and golden blonde. She had tanned skin and a gorgeous willowy figure; long legs, massive tits, a heart shaped face.
'That's Rose Taten? The only inmate to ever have killed someone? Her?' Sirius asked in disbelief. He couldn't believe it. She looked too innocent, too sweet and pretty to be so wild and feared.
There were massive, thick handcuffs binding her arms together. She was tackled with a shocking gentleness from Greyback. He undid the cuffs and then bent to whisper something in her ear. They could all hear her peal of laughter before she gave Greyback a big high-five.
The head of inmate punishments ruffled her blonde hair whilst he joked with her for a few minutes before leaving with two of the other officers out of the dining hall.
Without even waiting for the several other officers to confirm for her that she could go and get dinner, Rose sauntered through the hall and down some steps. She was grinning deliriously at some of the other females, smiling at them and winking at the boys.
Suddenly, Taten kicked out at a girl's chair and the poor unfortunate victim didn't do anything, save whimper softly. The prison guards watching didn't do anything too, almost like they were scared of Taten.
Sirius couldn't blame them, because deep down, under the feelings of excitement and exhilaration, he was slightly scared too. She was scary. She didn't give a fuck about anyone and that was scary.
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