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Unbreakable Bonds
James watched the concentration unravel on Lily's face, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out in the corner of her lips as she unrolled the condom onto his manhood with the utmost care. Her enthusiasm for the process amused him as much as it prided him. "It's not going to snap in half, you know?" he grinned.
Her cheeks flushed with colour and Lily made an effort not to make eye contact. "I just… it feels like it's been so long since we've….been intimate"
"You mean since we had sex." James rephrased, fighting to repress a chuckle as the colour of Lily's face began to rival her hair. "You would tug me off in my own bathroom while my parents were home, but you're too embarrassed to say the word se- Ow!" a sharp pain zapped up his thigh and he jerked away instinctively. Lily had pinched him. He stared at her incredulously, yet immensely amused.
"Stop teasing me!" she whined, brows furrowed and cheeks glowing. "And in my defense, I didn't know they were home" her green eyes narrowed accusingly at him.
"Well I wasn't about to stop you" he raised his hands and shrugged. The brief glint in Lily's eyes was the only notice James got before his cock had been seized to be used against him. He yelped, balls tightening at the conflicted sensation of brutal pleasure.
"I wouldn't be so smug if I were you, Potter. I have a hostage." her voice dropped to a darker, sultrier octave. And there she was, his little freak.
He smiled, leaning forward to press a longing kiss to her temptress lips before resting his forehead against hers. His eyelids fluttered shut as he sighed in contentment, revelling in the moment and treasuring their intimacy. "And I am at your mercy. Always."
A sudden pressure on his shoulders sent him sprawling backwards on the bed, the pillow deflating under his head. Lily crawled after him to sit on his stomach and his muscles clenched at the feel of the dampness between her legs. "Comfy?" he grinned playfully. Lily leaned down to meet his lips. Her hands roamed his shoulders, the feel of her skin against his own coaxed his eyes shut to savour the sensation. At the lack of sight, his skin grew more sensitive to her dancing fingers. Lily traced feather light hints down his biceps and then down the sides of his body as her lips led his in a dance of perfect harmony. "I love you" he murmured breathlessly between kisses.
"Tell me again" she whispered. His hands slid up the creamy skin of her thighs, moving higher and higher until he had both his arms wrapped up around her, their skin warmed to the same temperature.
"As many times as you wish" he smiled into the next kiss and repeated the loving words whenever he could, until his mind could no longer comprehend anything pass the feel of her breasts pressed up against his chest and her demanding kisses that stole each breath he tried to take. She was unbelievably soft against him. His arms tightened around her in an act of protectiveness but she squirmed her way free, planting teasing kisses down the middle of his chest, shifting lower and lower down his abdomen; he gasped when she reached his navel. She nipped his skin and his muscles coiled at the twinge of pain.
There was a pause in her movements and he looked down his body to see her eying his abdomen. The rise and fall of his breathing made the lines of his muscles more accentuated and Lily was enjoying the view. His ego swelled as her eyes lit at the sight of his coiling muscles. He didn't think he could love Quidditch anymore than he did, but apparently he was wrong.
"We're doing it now" she whispered urgently, grasping him by the base and positioning herself above him. The pressure on his tip increased slowly before he felt the sudden, overwhelming warmth engulf him whole. His head dropped back down to his pillow and he let out a loud groan. It's been too long since they've been connected like this. Lily hummed with satisfaction "Hmm… I quite like this position. It has a very nice view."
James managed to pluck one of his eyes open long enough to see Lily grinning over him, her hands on his abdomen for balance. His hands inched up the side of her legs but Lily peeled them off her with a cheeky grin. "No touching the help, mister"
He raised an eyebrow at her "Then what am I supposed to do with my hands?"
"You'll figure something out" She lifted her hips and sank down, instantly dissolving his coherency. Her movements were unsure and jerky at first, not that he was complaining because her tight heat was driving him closer and closer to release regardless of the position. Then she began to pick up her pace, leaning forward on her hands, resting her weight on his heaving chest as she rode him. She learned quickly. Her movements were smoother but he could feel her insides shifting as she tried to find the spot that drew the most pleasure from her body. He would help her but she had forbidden him from touching her, leaving him to clench fistfuls of his sheets to try and occupy his hands. His eyes felt like they had been glued shut at the overwhelming torrents of pleasure, crashing relentlessly into him in merciless waves. James fought back his release, trying to focus on taking his next breath without exploding. Anything to prolong this intimacy, this closeness he craved with Lily.
But it was driving him mad, the slick feel of her warm flesh, her small hands pressed on his abdomen, her thighs clenched around his hips. His back arched at a particularly tight thrust and his hand unclenched from the sheets to press his palms into his eyes until he saw stars. "Sweet mother of Merlin!" he swore loudly, the pleasure pulsed so violently within him.
Lily tugged at his elbow, prying his hands away from his eyes and meeting his gaze with an aching warmth in her eyes. "Let me see you" she whispered breathlessly, her red locks clung to the side of her face from the exertions and her skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. "I want to watch you cum" her eyes lit up at the promise in her words and it was the sexiest thing James had ever heard.
She straightened up and away from his face, her insides tightened at the movement and James groaned at being pushed so close to the edge again.
"Oh!" she'd lost her balanced and fell forward. His hands reached out immediately to catch her outstretched ones, intertwining their fingers and squeezing his encouragement. Even in his euphoric state, his reflexes were so in tune.
"This should make it easier for you" he panted, offering his hands as leverage. She gave his hands a light squeeze and started grinding her pelvis again, this time with steadier movements and louder pants. She was squeezing him so tightly stars began to dance in his eyes.
"James!" Lily gasped and his heart swelled with pride at the sound. Sometime after that, his hips began to thrust up in time for hers, bouncing her up and down in time with his grunts. "Ah!" her insides pulsed and he squeezed his eyes shut when they threatened to roll to the back of his head. "Let go, James. Please—for me—oh!"
With heaving breaths and trembling muscles, James freed one of his hands to find her clit, massaging it as she rode him faster and faster. Her orgasm took her by surprise and Lily chanted his name throughout her release as her inner muscles milked an orgasm straight out of his cock. He took advantage of their intertwined hands to tug her roughly down to his chest, holding her tightly in place as he spurted violently into her.
They laid together, breathing heavily for a long while. They descended from their high together, his cock now limp in her warmth. Lily was first to break the silence "I didn't get to see it" he could heard the pout in her voice.
"What?" he inquired, confused.
"The face you make when you cum" Lily complained, propping her chin up on his chest to stare up at him with deep disappointment in her eyes. Had she really wanted to watch him lose his marbles that bad?
"There's always next time" he promised. Her eyes lit up at the idea and it eased his soul to know that she was just as eager about the future as he was. He rolled them over so that they were both lying on their sides and pulled out with a grunt, his member twitched awake. Removing the condom and knotting it at the end before he discarded it onto the floor. He snagged the edge of the blanket and threw it over the both of them. James drew her closer against him and sighed as he breathed in her scent "There's going to be loads of next times."
…
Lily settled herself in the crook of James' arms. His skin slightly clammy from the sweat, intensifying his scent—or rather, their scent. The heavy, musky scent of pure, unadulterated sex. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Lily watched the rise and fall of his bare chest under hooded eyes. Lily sighed, feeling content and perfectly sated with just the right amount of euphoria leftover in her system. Her scalp prickled at the feel of his fingers toy with the ends of her hair, tugging and combing absently. She shifted her head to lay back on his arm so she could see his face.
Compared to Sirius, James was less outwardly attractive. While Sirius had beauty and allure seeping from his pores, James had a certain quiet charm in his features that became more noticeable when accompanied with his small mannerisms. Like how his eyebrows were shaped in such a way that it gave his face a light hearted character, yet he could still manage to look intimidating when situation called for it. His cheekbones were prominent and it made his face look bony at first glance but the description gradually faded as one grew fond of how it made his expressions that much more accentuated.
His jawline, Lily noticed as she traced her finger down the firm line, was peppered with short, prickly hairs she hadn't noticed before in her lustful haze. There were some on his cheek as well. This was the first time she had seen facial hair on a man so up close since her girlhood days when her father would deliberately pepper her cheeks with his scratchy kisses, knowing how she would squeal at the feeling.
His eyes remained close as she ran her thumb up and down his rough cheek, his eyelashes were long and dark in contrast to the fire and gold that lit up in his eyes every time he was happy. As if he had heard her, his eyes began to open, revealing the golden hue in his hazel eyes to her. "Hi there" he offered, his eyes hooded dreamily.
"You've not shaved" Lily stated, her thumb still absently drawing circles on his cheek.
"Hm..." his eyes fluttered close at her touch, "Haven't had the time. What with all that drama going on recently." His smile was melancholic.
A trace of reality slithered into their moment and Lily wasn't quite ready for its return just yet but her conscience overpowered the sex haze as she found herself asking: "Will you and Sirius be all right?"
His chest rumbled with a chuckle "It'll take a lot more than this to tear us apart, trust me, Lily. We're okay. In fact, I already have an idea on how tomorrow's going to play out" he sounded smug and Lily was immensely curious.
"What are you going to do?"
"Play some quidditch" his grin was dodgy and Lily frowned as he refused to elaborate further but did not push him for answers. She was sure they would handle it like boys—and that usually included doing something she would never understand. Lily sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the wave of lethargy wash gently over her.
"I'm not ready for sleep" she complained against the fatigue. "I'm not ready for this to end."
"It's never going to end with us, Lily." His voice full promise. Lily found herself instantly at ease, drifting out of consciousness with a contented smile.
…
Bonk.
"Ow!"
Bonk. Bonk.
"Why are we doing this again? Ow!"
Thunk.
"Merlin's saggy left testicle— Watch the face, Remus –Bonk— WHAT DID I JUST SAY!"
It was a fine afternoon at Hogwarts, winter was beginning to warm and the sky was a cloudless, clear, blue colour. It was the perfect weather for a game of Quidditch. Except practices had been cancelled as a safety precaution taken by the Ministry. But since when had rules ever applied to the Marauders.
While the students had been shut inside the Great Hall for lunch, James, Remus, Peter and a begrudging Sirius had snuck out from the flock and made their way to the Quidditch Pitch. Determined to enjoy the lovely weather.
Bonk.
"Ow! I think you got my eye, James!" Sirius whined pathetically, hoping his puppy façade would make them ceasefire.
Yes. You could say they were enjoying the weather—Sirius' suffering was merely a bonus.
"Does it hurt?" James called out to his best friend, who was currently standing in the middle of the snow riddled field with a large golden hoop held above his head while the rest of them pelted him with quaffles from a hundred feet away.
"I don't know, can mermaids swim?" Sirius snapped irritably. "Ow! Stop!" Peter frowned and concentrated for a moment before opening his mouth to answer. Sirius took one look at his friend and after squirming out of the way of another badly aimed quaffle, he snapped at his roundish friend, "Don't fucking answer that, Wormtail!"
James lugged another quaffle at Sirius, this time smacking the boy in the middle of his chest. "Are you nitwits even aiming for the hoop?" Sirius cried.
"No!" Remus confessed remorselessly. He released his quaffle, watching as it sailed through the air to fly through the hoop. "Blast it," he grumbled under his breath.
"Hah! Missed me" Sirius taunted, only to be immediately bonked over the head by James' great aim. "Bloody hell, Prongs!"
Peter was laughing now as his quaffle smacked into Sirius' stomach, just slightly above his groin area. "Oh thank god" Sirius sighed in relief but looked up in time to see the knowing glint in James' eyes. "Prongs? Prongs, mate. Have mercy!" Sirius closed his legs and turned his groin away from James as the latter pulled his arm back and let the quaffle fly. The leather ball smacked into his hip and Sirius let out a relieved breath before his unsuspecting bollocks had been hit by a second consecutive quaffle.
Sirius saw stars as he doubled over in pain, the hoop was lowered to the floor with his hands as he fell to his knees and let out a small squeak. Remus and James howled with laughter in the background loud enough to inform the whole school of their presence in the quidditch pitch. The two marauders high-fived each other victoriously while Sirius' ears rang with the throbbing pain. He needed new friends.
"Have you repented?" James' called from a distance. Sirius flipped his hair out of his eyes and glared at the pack of useless hyenas.
"I will, if you wankers would tell me what I'm repenting for!" Sirius growled, shifting to stand awkwardly with his feet as wide apart as he could manage, the pain simmering down to a tender throb.
"Losing the map, of course" Remus replied.
Sirius' jaw went slack "What?" Peter had lugged another quaffle at him and Sirius turned his shoulder to avoid being hit in the chest by it. "Ow! Fucking stop already! I didn't lose the bleeding map!" he yelled just as James' quaffle knocked him over the head.
There was a long pause as no one seemed to know what to do after that declaration. "You didn't?" Remus frowned, confused.
"But you said-" James began but Sirius interjected.
"I was meeting Mulciber behind your backs and I didn't want to tossers to find out, all right?" Sirius snapped.
"So where is the map?" Remus questioned.
"It's under my bleeding pillow, where else?" Sirius grumbled.
James approached him with a serious expression on his face, the snow crunching beneath his feet began to sound more and more intimidating to the guilty marauder. James stopped just in front of Sirius and the latter prepared himself for a fight, his body tensed for the blow that never came. Instead, James reached a hand into back pocket to pull out a very familiar piece of parchment. "No, it's not" he raised an eyebrow smugly at Sirius' gobsmacked expression.
Suddenly, Sirius swung the golden hoop at James who stepped nimbly out of reach. "You dickwad! I let you ninnies assault me with conjured quaffles for something you had in your back pocket the whole time?"
"Do you really think that was all the wrong you did?" James challenged, his face set in a snarl.
"I wasn't the wanker kissing off the dirt on his girlfriend's shoes" Sirius shouted back and slipped the ring over James to give him a jerk. Unfortunately, James promptly slipped on the melting snow and the two ended up wrestling each other in the snow while the other half of their group made bets about who would win.
James tugged at Sirius's hair and the latter proceeded to try and knee him in the balls. "You snuck around like a guilty slag!" James growled.
"I wouldn't have to if you had stopped being a bloody ponce!" Sirius gritted, struggling to speak as James rubbed his face into the snow.
"You sabotaged my relationship!" James struggled out of the hoop and sat himself on Sirius's back. His best mate bucked and kicked under him with hands outstretched in front of him in the snow, still attached to the golden hoop. He somehow managed to free his mouth from the snow.
"It's not my fault she thinks I'm better company!" Sirius managed to say before James placed his full weight on the struggling boy's back, sitting smugly. "Oof!"
"I dare you to keep talking."
"Can't. My face is frozen" Sirius mumbled into the snow.
"Maybe if I sit here long enough, Poppy will have to amputate your hideous face" James crossed his arms. "Why are you still holding onto the hoop?"
"Remus fucking jinxed it. Can't let go." Sirius answered, sounding the epitome of defeat. James barked out a laugh and Sirius tried his luck at escaping again but to no avail. In the distance, they could hear Remus and Peter snorting in unabashed laughter. "C'mon Prongs, undo the fucking jinx and we can settle this like men."
"Fine." With a quick flick of his wand, Sirius's hand had been set free. And in the midst of his overconfidence, James overlooked the possibility of Sirius betraying him. So before he could so much as lift his wand, Sirius sent him sprawl to the side with a punch to his jaw. By the time he recovered his bearings, he was dangling by his ankle.
"Levicorpus!" with practiced speed and grace, Sirius flipped over the moment James' weight lifted from him. As he stood, his eyes instantly refocused on the spell as he lifted his wand higher, James' body mimicking the raise.
"Accio Sirius' shoes!" James countered and suddenly Sirius found his feet swept up from under him. Both boys crashed to the lumpy snow with a loud thud, Sirius landing on his back and James on his front.
"Oof!"
Their groans of pain were the only things that were in sync between them and they both took a moment to gather their marbles. James managed to flip himself over so that he laid on his back just next to Sirius. The two of them stared up at the cloud-free sky in silence for what felt like a long while. It really was a lovely day.
"I know that the Dark Lord trying to recruit me—recruit us," James began. Sirius was silent. "I'm sorry I acted like a ponce. I should've been a better friend to you, and I admit I was being a pansy around Lily." Sirius snorted but James ignored him and pressed on "But you know I can't lose her, Sirius"
Sirius sighed audibly but James had no doubt he was rolling his eyes with a smile. "Uncle Alphard died. I guess I should start there" and James was all ears. "I got his will in the mail the day after you cocked up our game with Slytherin."
"While you were cross with my performance on the pitch." James confirmed the memory.
"He left his whole fortune with me."
There was a pause. "You're rich?" James noted.
"Yeah" he snorted "Perversely so. And it got me thinking a little… about why he'd do that for me, a runaway reject of the family. I barely knew the guy, y'know?" Sirius confessed, struggling to sound uninterested. "And then suddenly I felt the pressure. About what he wanted from me. To do good his memory? I only saw the bloke once or twice in my childhood, how was I supposed to do something like that?"
"Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves here?" James cut in, perceptively steering the conversation out of a destructive path. "Maybe the man just wanted to help you out."
"But why me? There are literally dozens of other relatives he could've given it all off to. Andromeda could've made good with his money, what with her three year-old and all."
"Maybe he knew" James began sagely.
Sirius frowned when there was no further elaboration "Knew what?"
"That you're broke-arsed." the hazel-eyed marauder snorted.
"And homeless." Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"We have a home." James interjected.
Sirius smiled at his choice of words. They were always 'we'. "I'm freeloading off your parents."
"So? I've been doing it for almost eighteen years." he laughed.
"They've always treated me like family." The gratitude was evident in Sirius' voice
"You are family, Sirius. We're brothers."
Sirius was grinning so hard right then, his cheeks were aching, but he stubbornly blamed it on the cold. Brothers. "Not in blood" James added when the silence drew out. He propped his hand up on his elbows, fist at the sky.
"But in bond" Sirius finished for him, thumping his friend's fist with the side of his own. "Pansy" he added.
"Wankstain" James laughed and hurled a handful of snow at Sirius' face.
"How's Lily?" Sirius asked, almost sheepish.
"She wanted to break up" James said, trying his best to sound heartbroken.
"Oh." Sirius was silent for a while.
"So I asked her to marry me" James found himself incapable of containing the happiness from his voice at the mention of marriage with Lily.
Sirius shot up from the ground, his head dotted with white flecks of snow as he stared incredulously at James. "You're fucking joking."
"She said yes" James shrugged.
Sirius' jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes wide and filled with awed disbelief "You're getting married? My best mate's getting married?"
"To the girl of my dreams" James confirmed.
A laugh escaped Sirius, a manic bark before James found himself hit in the face by another clump of moist snow. "You cock-sucker!" he yelled and pounced as James was busy trying to brush the snow from his glasses, trapping him in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles into the boy's already-unruly hair. "You could've led with that!"
James laughed and struggled to escape from his best friend's grasp.
"What's this?" a new voice entered their bubble and they both looked up to see Remus and Peter grinning down at them. "We stood back to let you two knock each other's teeth out. I want my money's worth" Remus jested and James lunged for his leg, pulling the sandy haired marauder down with them. "Whoa!"
Peter was already backing away when Sirius noticed him and there was nothing the boy could do when Sirius hexed him non-verbally with a leg-locker curse. He ended up sprawled on his back with the wind knocked out of him. As the four boys laid on the Quidditch pitch, hair drenched with melting snow and faces red with the cold— they were the Marauders once more.
…
Using her Head Prefect status to her benefit, Lily had managed to excuse herself from the Great Hall without too much trouble from the caretaker Filch. She had been worried about James' confrontation with Sirius. The stubborn boy refused to tell her how he really intended to mend his bonds with Sirius. How does playing Quidditch solve anything? Was it some sort of code that only boys understood? A fight to the death? They needed to talk it out and Lily didn't see how they would manage that whilst they're zooming about on their broomsticks.
The whole Marauder group was missing from lunch so Lily assumed Remus and Peter had gone with them. Lily felt slightly more at ease knowing Remus would be there to stop them from actually killing each other but she was still deathly anxious.
So she found herself sneaking out to the Quidditch pitch with her Gryffindor scarf wrapped tightly around her neck and her mitten covered hands stuffed in her pockets. Winter was simply too cold for anything to be done.
As she stepped out onto the stands to see what they were doing, her ears caught a loud 'Ow!' drifting in the air. Looking up, she was greeted with the most curious sight. Sirius stood in the middle of the field with a golden hoop over his head, wincing and squirming to dodge the torrent of Quaffles without having to take a step. 'Hey- OW!'
James, Remus and Peter stood at least a hundred feet away from him, openly pelting their friend with Quaffles that appeared out of thin air. The most carefree expressions on their face. Lily stood jaw slacked and rooted the floor. "Boys" she snorted incredulous.
She debated on whether or not to just leave them be, but she couldn't think of anything better to do, so Lily took a seat up at the stands and tried her best to be inconspicuous. Patiently, she watched the depth of their friendship unfold, starting when Sirius had shoved James. A fissure of amusement bloomed in her as she watched them grapple each other and she could almost see the bad blood seeping out into the snow. The tension and frustrations from the past week evaporating from between them. When the four of them finally ended up on their backs and their laughter echoed through the whole stadium, then Lily stood to leave with a smile on her face. She was wrong. James didn't need to mend his bonds—they were never broken in the first place.
Lily shivered and breathed out mistily. It's much too cold to play outside.
TBC
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