Chapter Twelve: With the Headmaster's Help

The holidays came to an end all too quickly for Sirius. He was looking forward to going back to Hogwarts, the castle was the only home he'd ever known. It was the first place he'd had fun and felt safe, he'd met people he cared about and who actually cared about him. He loved the corridors and stairs, the Great Hall and ghosts. He even loved Peeves.

But going back meant leaving Lucius Malfoy and Sirius wasn't sure he could do it. He'd grown used to seeing the man every day, of being able to touch him and kiss him without having to hide. And the sex...

Sirius had been used to no sex before Lucius. He'd been used to sex only once a fortnight after Lucius. But during the holidays they'd been able to fuck whenever they'd wanted. Sirius could just grab Lucius and fall to his knees, sucking and licking until the Slytherin came apart in his mouth. Lucius could grab him and push him against the wall, forcing his hands above his head as he slowly filled the teenager over and over again until Sirius climaxed all over the place.

This term they'd have even less time together because Lucius was adament they'd follow Dumbledore's rules; Sirius wasn't to sneak out of the castle to see Lucius and Lucius wasn't to sneak in to see Sirius. They had to wait until Hogsmeade visits which only happened every fortnight.

And then there was extra Quidditch practices that James often held on Hogsmeade trips, and the detentions Sirius was sure to get, and the simple fact that his mates would wonder just where the hell he was disappearing to. It seemed this term was going to be harder then the last.

The morning Sirius was due back at King's Cross Station, Lucius woke him at five for a quick tumble across the bed. Sirius didn't have to be at the station until twelve so they had a good few hours together.

And then Lucius grabbed him in the shower and fucked him until he slid down the wall, water beating into his sensative body. That was followed by some quick oral sex in the dining room.

Then a fondle in the library while Sirius was looking for his books.

Then a few fingers and a hand in the bedroom.

And then Lucius took him in the study while they prepared to apparate to the station.

By ten to twelve Sirius was feeling thoroughly used. His entire body ached and he was so tired, his lips chapped and sore. But it was glorious to know that Lucius was going to miss him, that the Malfoy heir had grown used to having him around too.

With one final kiss in a secluded alcove at the station, Lucius said, 'I'll write.'

'M'kay,' Sirius said. 'Um... thanks for having me over.'

Lucius smiled and brushed hair back from Sirius' face, tracing the cut he'd inflicted when slamming Sirius into a bookcase. 'It was my pleasure, young Master Black.'

Sirius snorted. 'It was my pleasure, Master Malfoy.'

A smile on his lips, Lucius bent down to kiss him again before Sirius was going, backpack slung over one shoulder and another bag with his presents in his right hand. Lucius felt his heart tug as the teenager disappeared, like a part of him was leaving with Sirius.

He sighed and apparated back the Manor.

{oOo}

James Potter immediately hugged his best friend when he entered the compartment.

'Um... Jamie?' Sirius questioned.

'Heard about your family,' James said, 'that sucks, dude.'

Sirius pushed the anger away, not wanting to breakdown again. It reminded him of just how hurtful his mother's words and actions had been... and how Lucius had comforted him afterwards.

'It's fine,' he said with a shrug. 'Long time coming.'

James, Remus and Peter still looked worried and it grew when Sirius sat. The teenager winced, arse aching after Lucius' thorough and various sexual acts.

'You okay?' Remus asked.

'F-Fine,' Sirius said, rubbing a bruise on his hip. 'Just... you know...'

He hoped they'd think it had been his mother. She'd slapped him around before, had cursed him and cut him, bruised him.

'Okay,' James said softly before sitting back, the train starting to move. Sirius sighed and leaned against the window, staring out at the disappearing crowds and wishing he was somewhere else.

{oOo}

That night Sirius couldn't sleep and it pissed him off. His bed seemed too small, too cold, like there was something, someone, missing. He punched his pillow and growled at himself under his breath.

'Get a grip, you can survive without him,' he muttered, rolling over again. 'He's not your boyfriend and you don't need him.'

Sirius scowled, fingers curled into fists beneath his pillow. He couldn't deny that he missed Lucius' warmth and body, the way the tall man would take up the entire bed and pull Sirius in. When they woke up together it had always been in each other's arms; Sirius curled into his chest, arms to his body, Lucius' own wrapped around him. The man's scent had been comforting, intoxicating, making Sirius feel loved and wanted. And waking up to someone kissing you, stroking you, touching you... Sirius missed that.

'Fuck it!' he shouted and rolled over yet again, kicking the sheets free. It was a warm night but somehow he felt cold.

'Padfoot?' came James' sleepy murmur from the bed beside his. 'Wha's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Sirius mumbled. 'Sorry, go back to sleep.'

James was snoring five seconds later and Sirius laid on his back, staring up at the dark canopy of his bed.

He felt more alone then he had in years.

{oOo}

Lucius wasn't fairing any better. He'd immediately returned home to go through the entire Manor and make sure there was no evidence of Sirius' stay. He'd made up the guestroom and closed it, had informed his elves that they weren't to tell anyone about Sirius staying. He'd taken the charms off all the paintings, who had snarled and snapped at him for keeping them blind and deaf for a month.

Lucius was just looking over his study when there were two pops. Turning, he found himself face to face with his wife and her sister, Bellatrix Black.

'Lucius,' Narcissa smiled and walked across to hug her husband, dumping bags as she went. Lucius put on a smile and hugged her back, senses immediately assaulted by her scent. He tried not think of a certain other person as he drew back.

'Darling, how was your trip?'

'Wonderful,' Narcissa said. 'Really, Lucius, you should have come.'

'I had a lot of work,' Lucius lied yet again before looking at the other woman. 'Bellatrix.'

Bellatrix eyed him carefully. She'd never really liked Lucius. He wasn't as pure-blood loving and manic as the rest of his and Narcissa's families. Though Lucius was not as outwardly vocal about his beliefs as Sirius, Bellatrix had always suspected that the Malfoy heir was a blood-traitor.

'Malfoy,' she finally sneered and stomped off to terrorise the house elves.

'Ignore her, she's tired,' Narcissa said.

'She's a bitch,' Lucius muttered, too low for his wife to hear.

'So, tell me all about your work,' Narcissa said, going to the drinks trolley. 'Did you get a lot done?'

Lucius' mind drifted back to Sirius; his supple body, brilliant smile, the conversations they'd had and the way Sirius had felt beneath him-

'Yes, quite a lot,' he said, clearing his throat.

'Well that's good,' Narcissa smiled, sipping her firewhiskey and approaching. 'I missed you,' she said and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Lucius' lips.

Again Lucius had to force his mind to stop wandering. He was remembering another set of lips, ones that were softer, warmer, ones that had the ability to turn him on in two seconds flat. But he tried not to think about that as he kissed his wife.

'I missed you too,' he managed to lie.

That night they laid in bed with at least a good foot between them. Narcissa had wanted sex and Lucius had been unable to preform. It wasn't just that she was a woman (Lucius had never and would never be sexually attracted to women), it was also the simple fact that Lucius had had sex at least six times just that morning.

Usually he could ignore Narcissa's curves and her noises, instead projecting a hot male body onto her with his imagination. It was usually enough to get him hard, to get him through the actual sex and eventually climax.

But he hadn't been able to, just couldn't imagine Sirius there instead of Narcissa. He'd been imagining the teenager every time he'd had sex with his wife. But after spending a full month with the other wizard, Lucius had grown to know his little quirks; the way Sirius curled in on himself when he slept, the way his lips parted when he was deep asleep, the way he managed to hum in content when Lucius wrapped him in his arms.

He just couldn't imagine all that properly while with Narcissa, at least not yet. Maybe some time apart would do them good, would make him and Sirius appreciate each other more and make the sex even better.

Lucius sighed as he heard Narcissa shift, her body making the mattress dip. He tried not to think about another body, a warmer and much sexier one, as he slept next to his wife.

{oOo}

Sirius was getting jumpy by the second week in. There wasn't a Hogsmeade visit until the weekend after the one coming and it was setting Sirius on edge. He hadn't had sex in ten days... ten whole days... ten long mother fucking days.

Sirius scowled and tapped at the bench beneath him, the professor's words entering his brain as a low buzz and getting lost before his mind could interpret the meaning. Someone was nudging him, Sirius could vaguely feel a warm shoulder jolting his own, but his mind was elsewhere.

He was daydreaming about Lucius; about Lucius' hair and lips, his tongue and fingers, his very long and thick co-

'Mr Black!'

Sirius jumped as his name was called and his arm pinched. Growling and shooting James an annoyed look, Sirius looked up to see Professor Slughorn staring at him.

'What?' Sirius asked.

Slughorn's eyes narrowed and even James stared at him. Usually Sirius knew how to charm his way out of trouble and, usually, he showed respect to the professors even while he was fucking up in the back of class. His tone now, though, was filled with irritation, like Slughorn had rudely interrupted something important.

'Ten points from Gryffindor for your rudeness, Black,' Slughorn said. 'Now, did you hear what I said?'

'Obviously not,' Sirius grumbled. He was feeling even angrier then before. At least daydreaming about Lucius helped dull the ache he was feeling. It was like Lucius Malfoy was a drug and Sirius Black was addicted; he needed a hit and daydreaming was the closest he was going to get.

'Pardon?' Slughorn demanded.

'I said no!' Sirius snapped. 'Obviously I wasn't bloody paying attention!'

Remus was tugging on his sleeve but Sirius ignored him, eyes narrowed at Slughorn's own. The teacher looked like he was going to explode, his face an ugly shade of red.

'Twenty points from Gryffindor,' Slughorn said.

'For what?' Sirius demanded. 'You asked me a goddamn question and I answered the question! You didn't specify that I had to answer it without fucking swearing!'

Slughorn turned to the bench he was standing beside and yanked forward a piece of parchment. He took a quill from one of the Slytherins and quickly scribbled a note.

'Another twenty points from Gryffindor, Black,' Slughorn said, rolling up the parchment. 'Take this to Professor McGonagall and don't come back.'

Scowling, Sirius threw his stuff into his bag and snatched the parchment from Slughorn. Hoisting his bag over one shoulder, he stormed from the class, slamming the classroom door loudly and stomping away.

{oOo}

'I'm used to you getting into trouble, Black, but this seems out of character even for you,' Professor McGonagall said. Sirius was standing before her desk in the transfiguration classroom, shuffling from foot to foot. 'It says here that you ignored Professor Slughorn, snapped at him rudely, and proceeded to shout and swear.'

She looked down her nose at Sirius, who fiddled with his robes. 'I didn't shout,' he mumbled.

'Mr Black-'

'I was thinking about my family situation,' Sirius lied quickly. 'I didn't mean to yell but... I got upset...' He saw McGonagall's eyes soften and realised he was getting away with it. 'I know that's no excuse for my behaviour, Professor, and I should apologise to Professor Slughorn. I just... got upset...'

'Of course,' McGonagall nodded. 'Well, Professor Slughorn didn't put you on detention so I think as long as you apologise this will all blow over.'

Sirius smiled his thanks.

'Go wait for your next class, Mr Black.'

'Thank you, ma'am,' Sirius said and hastily exited. He blew hair from his face as he walked to Muggle Studdies, the one class he and James didn't share. Sirius had only taken it to annoy his parents but had soon found it was an interesting course.

So he sat outside the classroom waiting, mind once more drifting to Lucius Malfoy and his lips.

{oOo}

Sirius lost a further hundred points for Gryffindor over the course of the week. In Muggle Studies he didn't realise Professor Bespottle was talking to him until he'd snapped at the woman to shut up.

In Care of Magical Creatures he was so focused on his memory of Lucius bending him over in the Malfoy library that he let his swamp toad escape and nearly swept four Gryffindor girls into the lake.

Professor McGonagall snapped when he stuffed up in Transfiguration. The cushion he was supposed to be changing into a duck instead morphed into a fire-breathing dog that terrorised the students and ate four duck-cushions before McGonagall could stop it.

Shouting and taking an additional fifty points from Sirius for his lack of concentration (and for setting fire to her favourite set of robes), Professor McGonagall set him to Dumbledore's office.

He waited over an hour before the Headmaster saw him, Sirius shuffling and dragging his feet. He kept his head down even as he sat, Dumbledore peering at him from across his desk.

'Mr Black, Professor McGonagall tells me that you've been in a lot of trouble over the past week, more so then usual.'

Sirius didn't know what to say so remained silent.

'She tells me your excuse is your family situation. I, however, think it is something else entirely.' Sirius looked further down. 'I believe,' Dumbledore continued, 'that you are thinking about Mr Malfoy while you should be studying.'

'I'm sorry,' Sirius found himself blurting. 'I really am, Professor, it's just hard. I got used to being with him all the time and... it's hard to adjust back to Hogwarts. I know that's not an excuse, I'm sixteen and should know how to pay attention. I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again.'

Dumbledore surveyed him silently, Sirius looking anywhere but at the Headmaster. When Dumbledore spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle.

'Sirius, I only see a few options here,' the older wizard said and leaned back. 'I can turn both you and Lucius into the Ministry and watch both your reputations get destroyed and Lucius possibly face a sentence to Azkaban for innappropriate acts towards a minor.'

Sirius' eyes went wide but Dumbledore continued before he could say anything.

'I can forbid you to see Mr Malfoy and for him to see you. No doubt you will go back to sneaking out of the castle to see him and I couldn't live with myself if you were hurt while attending this school.'

Sirius gulped but Dumbledore wasn't done.

'I can threaten to expel you if you don't stop seeing him but I doubt that will stop you in the long run and I'd rather you have a proper education.'

'Um...' Sirius mumbled.

'And my final option is to allow you and Lucius one night a week together for you to get it out of your system.'

Sirius stared at the grey-haired wizard, eyebrows coming together. 'Sir?'

'I don't like the idea,' Dumbledore said, 'and I'm sure past Headmasters and Headmistresses would agree with me. However, my concern is for the students of this school, and if you cannot focus on your classes because you are thinking about Lucius Malfoy, that concerns me. You are sixteen, old enought to have sex, as you've informed me-'

Sirius blushed.

'- and you entered this relationship with Lucius of your own free will,' Dumbledore continued. 'I don't like that he is having an affair with you, Sirius, but I can do little to stop it.'

Sirius was still confused. 'Um... I don't understand, sir.'

'I will find a place for you and Mr Malfoy to meet on Friday or Saturday nights,' Dumbledore said. 'It will be in the castle so you are safe but in secret so nobody finds out. Your work and behaviour must be impeccible, Mr Black, or I will put a stop to the meetings before they've even begun, do you hear me?'

'Yes,' Sirius said quickly.

'Go back to class, Mr Black. I'll send an owl after I've discussed this with Mr Malfoy.'

Sirius thanked the Headmaster and left quickly, heart thudding in his chest.

Dumbledore watched him go, fingers linked as he thought about Sirius and Lucius. He didn't want to do it, didn't want to condone this kind of behaviour. But he knew the two young wizards would continue to see each other regardless of what anyone else said, Dumbledore included.

It was an affair, yes, but Dumbledore knew there was more to it. He'd known Lucius Malfoy since the Slytherin was eleven. He'd always been proud, intelligent, cunning...

But Dumbledore had never known him to care about anyone with all his heart; not his dark arts loving father, or his pure-blood and aristocratic family, not even his wife, Narcissa.

The look on the blonde's face when Sirius had been upset, had thought he was going to a home or possibly out on the streets... Dumbledore had known in that moment that Lucius Malfoy loved Sirius Black with all his heart, even if the man was denying it to Sirius and himself. And Sirius felt that way too, his love was a bit more obvious. The way they looked at each other was... it was love, pure and simple.

And for that reason alone, Dumbledore was willing to let the two meet in secret in the castle. There wasn't enough young love these days, it was all about sex and who was the best looking girl (or boy in this case).

Smiling to himself because he knew how difficult it was for two men to be together, even in this day in age, Dumbledore pulled a fresh piece of parchment towards himself and started scribbling a letter to Lucius Malfoy.

{oOo}

The next morning while at breakfast, a barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter on Sirius' toast. His name was written in elegent green script and, puzzled, Sirius tore the letter open;

Mr Black,

Tonight at six o'clock, head to the seventh floor, to the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. Walk past the opposing wall three times, thinking about what you need; "I need to go to the place where I can be with Lucius Malfoy". It is called the Room of Requirement and you must also specify that you want no one but you and Mr Malfoy to enter the room, otherwise others can find it.

If you do this correctly, Mr Malfoy will be waiting for you. You and he will be able to spend some time together in private. Please do not talk about this room with your friends, I have a hard enough time keeping the four of you in line as it is.

Also, make sure your school work is done and that you are back in your dormitory by midnight.

Regards,

Albus Dumbledore

Sirius found a grin spreading across his face and blood rushed through his head. He was going to see Lucius, tonight, for seven hours... seven whole hours naked with the Malfoy heir.

'What's that?' James asked, shovelling oatmeal into his mouth.

'Letter from Dumbledore,' Sirius said, which wasn't actually a lie. 'He wants me to meet him in his office tonight to discuss my family and my... less then admiral behaviour.'

James snorted and Remus said, 'I told you so.'

Sirius just smiled and rolled the parchment up, sticking it in his back pocket. He wanted to spend the rest of the day fantasising about what he was going to do to Lucius but remembered Dumbledore's words; his school work had to be impeccible.

So, reluctantly, Sirius busied himself all day paying attention in class and doing everything that was asked of him. He didn't stuff around once with James, his best friend rolling his eyes and muttering that he was a coward.

Sirius didn't care, though, his thoughts focused on Lucius Malfoy as he counted down the hours.

{oOo}

As six o'clock approached, Sirius said goodbye to his friends and left them in the Gryffindor common room. He made his way across the seventh floor and down a corridor, looking around to make sure his mates hadn't followed.

Sirius stopped before the blank wall and did as Dumbledore told him; I need to go to the place where I can be with Lucius Malfoy, he thought, the place where we can be alone together without anyone finding us. He thought it over and over again while walking back and forth in front of the wall. Suddenly a grating noise pierced the night air and Sirius turned.

His mouth dropped open. A small wooden door had appeared in the wall. Looking around to make sure he was alone, Sirius walked forward and opened the door.

The room was large and... breathtaking. The walls were rounded and made of stone, the floor black marble and polished to perfection. To Sirius' left was a large king-sized, four-poster bed with heavy black drapes and silk covers. Just beside it was a large marble fireplace, a bright fire already burning and bathing the room in light.

To Sirius' right was a small kitchen complete with cooler boxes, a sink, and kitchen counter, all made of marble and stainless steel. Directly before Sirius was a wooden wall, what was behind it covered. Before it was a small sitting area with two couches, two armchairs, a rug, a bookcase full of books and magazines, and a small coffee table.

And, standing by the closest couch, folding his cloak over the leather, was Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius looked up and smiled when he saw Sirius, the teenager's heart beating quickly. They both crossed the room and fell into each other, Sirius hooking his arms around Lucius' neck and Lucius wrapping his own around Sirius' waist.

They kissed hard and hot, lips and teeth and tongues all being used as they tried to cram three weeks worth of need, of lust, into one gesture.

'Gods, I missed you,' Lucius breathed, kissing Sirius' jaw.

'Missed... you... too...' Sirius grunted. Suddenly he was being lifted, Lucius carrying him to the bed. He laid Sirius down gently before hovering over him, pulling the teenager's shoes and socks off. Sirius lifted his hips as Lucius fiddled with his belt, eventually pulling his school trousers off.

He palmed Sirius' crotch, rubbing the teenager's erection through his underwear. Sirius groaned and pushed up, thrusting into Lucius' touch as the man moved over him again, ducking to kiss and nip Sirius' plush lips.

'Fuck, I missed this,' Sirius grunted, pressing kisses to Lucius' jaw. 'I couldn't pay attention in class.'

'Yes, Dumbledore told me,' Lucius murmured, eyes shutting as Sirius' tongue licked at his skin.

'Merlin, don't talk about him while you're touching me.'

Lucius chuckled and pulled back to un-button Sirius' shirt. Sirius himself got started on Lucius' expensive cotton and they ripped their shirts off together, throwing them aside as Lucius mounted Sirius, crotches now pressed together.

'You really shouted at Slughorn?' Lucius asked as he kissed to Sirius' ear, licking the crest and making the teenager moan.

'Uh... uh-huh...' Sirius muttered, twisting his head and trying to coax Lucius to suck on his neck.

'What were you thinking about?' Lucius whispered, licking up and down Sirius' skin.

'Y-You...' Sirius managed to gasp out, hands coming up to grip Lucius' shoulders.

'What specifically?'

'Uh...' Sirius whimpered, Lucius pushing his crotch forward and rutting their erections together. 'You're... you're hair...' he said and twisted his right fingers through it. 'Your lips...' He turned and kissed Lucius again long and deep, tongue shoved in as far as it could go. He wanted to be overwhelmed by Lucius' taste and warmth, his scent and just him. 'Your cock,' Sirius continued and pushed up.

Lucius groaned and a shudder passed through his body. He wet his lips before saying, 'Is that so?'

Sirius nodded. 'I was daydreaming about you fucking me and the sod took fifty points from Gryffindor.'

Lucius grinned. 'Well, well, well...'

'What?'

'Gryffindor lost fifty points because one of their star Quidditch players was dreaming about being fucked...' he trailed off to breathe his next words over Sirius' lips, '... by a Slytherin.'

Sirius swallowed as Lucius' lips swept over his. 'Two hundred.'

'Hmm?'

'I got about two hundred points taken off because I was... less then enthusiastic about my... my school work and... a bit... r-rude...' Lucius drew back to grin. 'Shut up,' Sirius scowled.

Lucius chuckled and said, 'Black, I lost many points over the years because I was daydreaming about certain people.' He ran his pale grey eyes over Sirius.

'Seriously?'

Lucius nodded. 'That day Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup in your third year, Potter hoisted you onto his shoulders and an older Gryffindor tipped pumpkin juice over you. Your shirt was sticking to you... I thought I was going to have a heart attack. And then...'

He pressed his lips to Sirius' softly, words a mumbled whisper.

'... then you went and took your shirt off and a Slytherin tried to hex you. I couldn't very well have you putting your shirt back on so... I may or may not have cursed the stupid boy and then had twenty points taken off Slytherin for fighting.'

Sirius grinned and said, 'You're just a dirty old man, perving on a fourteen-year-old.'

'I was only nineteen at the time,' Lucius said. 'And this dirty old man, as you put me, is going to fuck you into the mattress.' He brushed his lips along Sirius' jaw. 'And don't pretend you haven't been thinking about it.'

Sirius groaned as Lucius started moving again, rutting their achingly hard cocks together.

'You're such a little whore,' Lucius told him, 'getting points taken because you were daydreaming about being filled by me.'

'Uh-huh,' was all Sirius could mumble.

'I'm going to do just that,' Lucius said. 'I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.'

'Fuck, yes,' Sirius nodded.

'Up,' Lucius ordered.

Sirius did as he was told and his underwear was ripped down. Lucius made him kneel on the bed, legs apart, hands gripping the wooden headboard. Lucius stood on the mattress and kicked his shoes and socks off before sliding from his trousers and boxers. When he knelt back down he was completely naked and Sirius shivered in anticipation.

He groaned loudly when Lucius' long, weeping cock slid between his cheeks, Lucius teasing him for a minute or two.

'Please, Lucius,' Sirius begged. 'I need you.'

'Do you now?' Lucius asked.

'Yes,' Sirius said. 'Now and forever.'

Lucius paused before grabbing Sirius by the head, fisting his hand in the teenager's hair. He yanked back and Sirius gasped, Lucius looking down at him. 'Do you mean that?' the Slytherin asked.

'Yes,' Sirius repeated. 'I do.'

Lucius searched his eyes for a minute before kissing him long and deep, Sirius' head resting on his shoulder as they tongued their way into each other's mouths. When Lucius let him go, Sirius was panting heavily.

'Don't prepare me,' Sirius asked.

Lucius stared. 'It'll hurt.'

'I want it to,' Sirius said. 'Please, I need to ache for days, I need to be reminded that you fucked me long and hard.'

Lucius rubbed a hand down Sirius' back before running a finger between the Gryffindor's cheeks. Sirius shivered. 'Are you sure?' he asked. When Sirius nodded, Lucius waved his hand and his cock was suddenly dripping with cool gel. He pulled Sirius back by the hip, making the younger wizard arch, back dipped as his arse stuck up in the air. With a low groan, Lucius moved his cock between Sirius' cheeks and to his entrance.

'Deep breaths,' he told his lover. Sirius sucked in his first lungful of air just as Lucius pushed.

He was amazingly tight and Lucius groaned, fingers digging into Sirius' hip. Sirius grunted in pain, a low whine escaping his throat as he bit his lip. Lucius continued to push, Sirius' muscles resisting completely but being forced open all the same. Soon Lucius had managed to get all the way in, Sirius squeezing around him tighter then he ever had before.

'Fucking hell, Sirius,' Lucius groaned. 'You're... fuck!' Sirius whimpered and Lucius stopped. 'Are you okay?'

'Mm-mm,' Sirius murmured.

'Sirius?'

'N-No,' Sirius admitted weakly. 'Just... give us a minute, please?'

'This was your idea,' Lucius reminded him.

'Shut... up... M-Malfoy...' Sirius grunted, trying not to move, knuckles white where they gripped the headboard.

Lucius smiled and pressed their bodies together, feeling Sirius' body heat flush against his chest and stomach. He sighed in bliss and tilted his head to kiss Sirius' shoulders, hands rubbing up and down the teenager's sides. He kept his hips still, though, as Sirius was still clenching around him.

After a few minutes Lucius began to lick and nibble at the Gryffindor's left shoulder, sucking back on the tanned skin he loved so much and humming under his breath. Sirius was growing more relaxed the deeper he breathed and soon he was murmuring softly, tilting his head to give Lucius more access.

Leaving a large and deep bruise on his lover's skin, Lucius turned to bite the other shoulder and Sirius gasped. While his mind was occupied, Lucius drew out slightly before pushing back in.

Sirius groaned and let his head drop, eyes shut as pleasure washed over his body.

'Okay?' Lucius asked. Sirius nodded and he drew out again, thrusting in a little more. Sirius groaned loudly and Lucius smiled.

Now moving freely, Lucius started thrusting into him in a steady rhythm, the teenager aahing under his breath every few seconds.

'Oh Gods,' Lucius moaned, snapping his hips as he buried himself deeply into the other wizard. 'I've missed this so much.'

'Me too,' Sirius said. 'Got so used to fucking I need it like oxygen.'

Lucius grinned and pressed his torso up against Sirius' back while continuing to fuck him. His head bent and Sirius tilted his own back so they could kiss. 'I'm never going to be able to stop,' Lucius told him when they'd broken apart, breathing slightly uneven as he fucked the Gryffindor.

'I don't want you to,' Sirius said. 'Don't stop, please.'

'I won't,' Lucius said. He didn't know what he was promising, and Sirius didn't know what he was asking. What they did know was that they needed each other. Neither could ever see this ending, could ever imagine a time when they wouldn't be sneaking around to kiss and touch, to fuck and just be together.

Sirius was right. It was like oxygen, like a drug, their minds and bodies and souls needing the other to survive. Lucius was completely enchanted by Sirius Black... and Sirius Black felt the same way about him.

Lucius' thrusts had sped up and he was now slamming into Sirius' prostate. Sirius cried out in pleasure and his head thrust back, hitting Lucius' shoulder. Lucius tipped them both back, now resting on his legs with one arm wrapped around Sirius' stomach. The other came up to touch his cock and Sirius gasped.

Lucius didn't stroke, instead just fisting his hand around Sirius' shaft. He pushed up, burying his cock deeper and deeper into Sirius' arse and forcing the teenager to bounce on his lap. Sirius' cock was pushed through Lucius' hand, the Gryffindor effectively fucking his first.

'Oh Merlin, fuck, that's... oh Gods,' Sirius groaned, head still tipped back. His fingers were digging into his own thighs, his legs aching as he helped Lucius push him up and down. It was an odd position, a weird one, but both men were too far gone to try moving now.

'Fuck, Sirius, just like that,' Lucius grunted when the teenager clenched, milking his cock. 'Shit, keep... keep doing... I...'

Lucius thrust up and came, spilling into his lover with a strangled cry. His fingers tightened around Sirius' cock but the other wizard didn't come, instead just groaning as he felt Lucius' release slick his insides.

Lucius fell onto his back before rolling himself and Sirius onto their sides. His right hand still around Sirius' cock, he began pulling quickly and fucking Sirius again with his own softening cock. Sirius cried out, this angle familiar and brilliant. Lucius continued to slide in and out and along his prostate, his wrist twisting and fingers pulling at Sirius' cock.

A few more thrusts, a few more tugs, and Sirius was finally climaxing, his cry echoing around the circular room. It was music to Lucius' ears, the Slytherin pulling out of Sirius' still dilated hole.

He cleaned them up and they laid together atop the blankets, the fire and each other's bodies keeping them warm.

'Gotta go at midnight,' Sirius mumbled. He was still wearing his watch and Lucius grabbed his arm to read it.

'It's only seven-thirty,' he said.

Sirius grinned. 'Is that so?'

'Mm.'

'So we can have sex at least another... five times.'

'Five?' Lucius gaped.

'What, too much for you?' Sirius teased.

'Don't make me slap you, Sirius Black.'

Sirius twisted his head to look at the Malfoy heir out of the corner of his eye. 'Hmm, maybe I want that.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow but Sirius didn't answer, instead letting his head fall again and yawning. 'With the way you always fall asleep after sex, we'll be lucky to fuck two more times,' Lucius said.

'You sleep too,' Sirius grumbled.

'Ah, but you're the one getting fucked,' Lucius said with a smile. 'Maybe it just takes more out of you.'

'Shut up.'

'I make you weak in the knees.'

Sirius raised a hand to slap Lucius but managed to barely nudge his hip. 'Take that,' he mumbled sleepily.

Lucius chuckled and drew the teenager in, resting their bodies together.