Chapter Twenty-Nine: Yule


Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Author's Note: Um... my bad? Bad author, very bad author! I am so, so sorry that it took me four months to update. It's not because I've abandoned the story, or because I hate it. For some reason, I've just found the story very hard to write, and I have a fair few other WIPs for different fandoms going. I'm still sorry, and hopefully you like this chapter enough to forgive me. Personally, I find these chapters a bit... well, crappy, but hopefully you disagree.

Also, this chapter is for Me-and-eM, who reminded me of how long it'd been since I updated, and my muse got sad and decided to make me write.

{Dreamer}


After about an hour and a half of drinking tea and idly chatting, Sirius decided to try and get some more sleep. Though it was Christmas, James probably wouldn't wake until midday, and Sirius didn't want to sit around bored out of his mind waiting for his best friend to wake. James was a cranky bastard when woken from his beauty sleep.

Sirius said goodnight- or was it good morning?- to Aaron before placing his mug in the sink and heading through the cottage back to his bedroom. He stripped from his jumper and jeans and jumped back into bed, pulling up the covers and warming them with his wand before getting comfortable.

Still, sleep seemed impossible, and so Sirius just laid on his mattress alternately staring at the ceiling or walls.

He was in bed maybe an hour or two before there was a tap on his bedroom window. Sirius sat up quickly and ignored the head-rush the action gave as he set eyes on Lucius Malfoy, who was standing just outside his window.

'Lucius!' he grinned and hopped out of bed, tripping over his duvet as he went. He blushed when he saw Lucius chuckle at him, but opened the window anyway. 'Hey.'

'Hello,' Lucius responded. He then leaned through the window and pressed his lips to Sirius'.

Sirius groaned and threaded his fingers through Lucius' hair, tugging on the light blonde strands as the kiss deepened. When they broke apart Sirius whispered, 'Mr Potter's up, so we'll need a Silencing Charm if you're staying.'

Lucius just nodded and quickly climbed through the window. Sirius shut it behind him, and turned in time to see Lucius raise his wand and cast a Silencing Charm. When he was done he leaned his cane against Sirius' desk and raised an eyebrow at the teenager.

'Why are you still dressed?'

Sirius grinned, and then it was a mad scramble for the two wizards to get naked. Sirius shed his clothes first and pressed his body against Lucius', making the blonde groan half in annoyance, half in pleasure. His fingers fumbled on his trousers, and Sirius rubbing against him didn't help matters.

'Sirius,' he growled when the Gryffindor started licking and nipping at his neck.

'Mm?' Sirius hummed.

'I'm trying to disrobe and you're not helping,' Lucius told him.

'Not tryin' to help,' the brunette muttered. He yelped when firm hands wrapped around his biceps, and he was thrown unceremoniously onto his bed. 'That's not fair,' he pouted, but Lucius ignored him.

He shifted until he was leaning against his pillows and the headboard, and fisted one hand loosely around his erection, stroking as he watched Lucius fold his clothes atop the table. When Lucius turned, his eyes dropped immediately, watching Sirius' thumb stroke over the head of his cock, collecting the pre-come already forming.

Sirius cocked an eyebrow and stroked harder, letting a breathless little moan escape his lips. Lucius' cock actually jumped and Sirius snickered.

'Enjoying yourself, are you?' Lucius asked.

'Oh, yeah,' Sirius moaned and let his legs fall further apart, letting Lucius see every inch of his body. 'Seems like you are, too.'

Lucius licked his lips before he climbed onto the bed, and Sirius watched, eyes hooded, as the older man crawled up his body. He groaned when skin met skin, and his lips were caught in another kiss, Lucius sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting.

'Fuck,' Sirius grunted and pushed up, pressing his cock against Lucius', fresh arousal rolling through his body at the contact. They snogged for a few minutes until Sirius felt Lucius' warm hand slide down his stomach, his hip, briefly ghosting over his erection before sliding further down. Sirius spread his legs further and Lucius settled between them. In seconds warm, wet fingers were slipping between Sirius' cheeks and when the two finally broke apart for air, Sirius gasped, 'Don't wanna wait, huh?'

'Not particularly,' Lucius answered and pushed one finger in.

Sirius tensed up only briefly before relaxing once more. He let his eyes trail over Lucius' hair, his face and jaw, down his smooth chest and slim body, just drinking in the sight. Lucius was bloody gorgeous, anybody could see that, and Sirius' dick twitched when he realised that this was his; Lucius wanted to be right here, with Sirius, naked.

'You're beautiful,' he murmured, breath hitching as Lucius inserted another finger.

The Slytherin chuckled. 'I know I am,' he said.

Sirius rolled his eyes. 'You're also a prat- ah.' Lucius had stabbed at his prostate, making Sirius shiver, and he scowled when Lucius chuckled. 'Bastard.'

'No need to be rude,' Lucius murmured and kissed him again. The teenager hooked his arms around Lucius' neck, trying to drag him closer, but Lucius stayed between his legs as he fingered Sirius open. Sirius groaned into the kiss and rolled his hips, already eager to get something much, much bigger inside him. Finally, after what felt like weeks, Lucius withdrew his fingers.

He murmured the lubrication spell again, and Sirius' chest heaved with each breath as he watched Lucius line himself up.

And then he was pushing in, the two wizards moaning together, the slick slide of Sirius' body accepting Lucius' erection the best thing either had heard in months. He bottomed out after only a minute, and paused as he looked down at Sirius, their grey eyes locked.

'Feels good,' Sirius murmured, his arms still around Lucius' neck. Lucius rolled his hips, grinding himself in, and Sirius groaned. 'Feels really good,' he amended.

'I would hope so,' Lucius said.

Sirius scowled at him. 'Just fuck me, you bastard.'

Lucius smirked, ducked down to kiss the younger man quickly, and then said, 'Your wish is my command.'

He grabbed Sirius' legs and wrapped them loosely around his waist, holding onto Sirius' thighs as he slowly pulled out. He then pushed back in and Sirius groaned, tilting his head back, eyes squeezed shut as Lucius slowly but surely fucked him.

Conversation was reduced to gasps of pleasure and soft groans, either against each other's mouths, or skin, or ears. Lucius breathed heavily as he bent over Sirius, hips moving steadily, and Sirius pushed up to meet each and every thrust. One arm had slipped from around Lucius' neck and his fingers were now bunched in the sheets beneath him, his other hand buried firmly in Lucius hair. Lucius had both hands on Sirius' hips, now, tugging the teenager up so their bodies met easily.

Suddenly Lucius dropped him and Sirius blinked, his mouth opening as the Slytherin bent further over him. Then Lucius snapped his hips, faster and faster, burying himself quickly and sharply in Sirius' body. Any words Sirius might have said were drowned out by a loud groan, his mouth still hanging open as Lucius fucked into him.

'You're so tight,' Lucius breathed harshly into Sirius' ear, then nipped at the lobe.

Sirius groaned in response. 'Y-Yeah... oh gods...'

Lucius chuckled but said no more. He just grabbed Sirius' jaw and turned his head, crushing his mouth against Sirius' and kissing him thoroughly. His other hand snaked between their legs and was suddenly there, wrapped around Sirius' cock, tugging roughly and tightly.

Sirius swore into their kiss and plunged his tongue into Lucius' mouth, matching the pace Lucius' hand had set. His orgasm was rushing towards him, and his body felt overloaded; a cock in his arse, a hand wrapped around his dick, and a mouth fused over his own. And it all belonged to Lucius Malfoy, the sexiest man Sirius had ever laid eyes on, and... and-

'Luce!' Sirius hissed as he came, covering Lucius' hand and his own abdomen in semen. Lucius fucked him through the orgasm, and Sirius continued to whine and swear and wriggle beneath the larger man as pleasure overclouded him.

Lucius finally climaxed with a grunt, his face pressed against Sirius', his hips finally stilling and right hand pressed firmly against Sirius' wet stomach. Sirius ran his fingers through the blonde's hair and listened to the man breathe harshly against his ear.

'You okay?' Sirius asked. They usually spoke more during sex, even if it was just dirty talk, or each other's names. This had been... much more gentle, and intimate, and... Sirius didn't even know. It had just been different.

'I'm fine,' Lucius finally said, and they both winced slightly when he drew back, his cock sliding from Sirius' body. Lucius leaned over the teenager and grabbed his cane, twisting his wand free, and with a few waves they were both clean and dry. 'Move over,' Lucius murmured and Sirius did as asked so that they could both get under the covers.

Lucius pulled Sirius close to him, and the Gryffindor went willingly. Soon they were curled up together, their legs tangled, Sirius' head on Lucius' chest and the Malfoy heir's arm wrapped firmly around his shoulders.

'Are you sure you're okay?' Sirius asked when they'd been lying together for a good five or so minutes.

'Hmm?' Lucius hummed.

'Are you sure you're okay?' Sirius repeated.

Lucius let out a sigh. 'I'm fine. Just tired.'

'Yeah, I can't imagine having Bellatrix in the house for more than an hour, let alone all of the holidays,' Sirius snorted.

'Be thankful you were disowned,' Lucius muttered. 'I'm still debating whether or not I should murder her in her sleep.'

'I'm sure you'd get a reduced sentence,' Sirius giggled. He felt Lucius chuckle beneath him. 'I mean, honestly, the Wizengamont would have to let you go. Bella's insane.'

'Not to mention dull, annoying, and a number of other words,' Lucius murmured.

'At least you're not blood-related to her,' Sirius shivered.

The blonde snorted. 'Well, not in the last three generations, at any rate,' he said.

'That's pure-bloods for you,' Sirius muttered. 'We sure do love marrying inside the family.'

Lucius didn't reply, so Sirius decided to change the subject.

'Will we be able to see each other at all for the remainder of the holidays?' he asked. 'I go back early January.'

'I know,' Lucius sighed and pulled him a bit closer. 'I honestly don't know, Sirius, but I wouldn't hold out much hope. My father been demanding my presence a lot lately.'

'That sucks,' Sirius frowned. He pressed his face into Lucius' chest and sighed as he closed his eyes. 'Just let me know, okay? We've still got Friday nights.'

'That's if I can get away,' Lucius reminded the teenager.

'I know, I know; stop bringing it up,' Sirius muttered.

'Why?'

''Cause I hate not being able to see you more often,' Sirius admitted.

Lucius paused, his fingers still ghosting over the Gryffindor's back. 'I know,' he finally said. 'I hate it too.'

'I'm glad you came,' Sirius murmured. Lucius made a soft noise of amusement and Sirius slapped him. 'Not like that!' he said and sat up to scowl down at the blonde. Lucius just grinned and kissed him, and really, what was Sirius supposed to do but kiss back? 'You're a bastard,' he murmured when they broke apart.

'You already know that,' Lucius said.

Sirius rolled his eyes and settled back down, the two falling into silence for a few minutes.

'How's my-' Sirius cut himself off and pressed his lips together, unsure if he actually wanted to know... and unsure if he and Lucius should even discuss it while they were naked.

'How is...?' Lucius pressed, his fingers stilling where they'd been trailing over the back of Sirius' neck.

'How...' Sirius sighed and closed his eyes, 'how's my brother?'

Lucius' fingers paused before resuming their apparent need to map-out the back of Sirius' head. 'He seems fine,' the Slytherin said. 'His studies are going well, he's healthy, and he seems to be enjoying his time at Malfoy Manor.'

'That's not what I meant, and you know it,' Sirius said.

Lucius looked down at him, but Sirius kept his eyes firmly on the wall.

'I know,' the older man finally said. 'But I'm not sure you really want to know.'

'Please, Lucius,' Sirius murmured, 'just tell me.'

Lucius sighed. 'He, Severus, and our other guests who attend Hogwarts are all spending the majority of their time either trying to speak with my father or Rodolphus Lestrange. It's well-known that Lestrange is part of the Dark Lord's inner circle, and he's the best to talk to when enquiring about Death Eater activities.'

Sirius was silent, just listening to Lucius' words.

'Regulus and Severus seem quite close and I've seen them with Rodolphus, and my father, on a number of occasions. They're always discussing the greater good and how Slytherins and pure-bloods will one day show everyone that we are to be respected, and that we're just better.'

Sirius made a soft noise and buried his face in Lucius' neck. Lucius just wrapped an arm around him and held him tightly. He knew that while Sirius hated his family, he still loved his brother. Despite what had happened between them, Regulus was still Sirius' younger brother, and years of growing up together, of being together, didn't just disappear because Sirius had been disowned.

But Lucius also knew that Regulus was a lost cause. He was too firmly on his parents' side; he'd do absolutely anything to make Walburga and Orion proud.

'I'm sorry,' Lucius murmured.

Sirius just pressed a kiss to Lucius' neck, and Lucius squeezed him in response.

{oOo}

It wasn't usually like this, and Sirius hated it. He was re-dressed, watching Lucius pull his own clothes on. It was only seven o'clock, but Lucius had to get back to Malfoy Manor, and Sirius knew that Penelope would be up soon.

Usually sex with Lucius calmed Sirius down, made him happy; and it had, this time, because sex with Lucius was awesome. But there was an underlying sadness about their entire morning that Sirius found impossible to break. Something was worrying Lucius, something more than what usually bothered him, but Sirius had asked a few times and Lucius had told him not to worry. Sirius couldn't do anything if Lucius wouldn't talk to him.

Sirius wasn't exactly happy either; between Aaron's declining health, the war, and Regulus wanting to join the Death Eaters... he wasn't the best person to be around, lately.

'I'm sorry,' he murmured when Lucius turned to face him, fastening his robe.

'What for?' Lucius asked, looking genuinely surprised.

'I'm not good company at the moment,' Sirius told him. 'I've just had a lot on my mind.'

Lucius rolled his eyes and crossed the small room. He ran his fingers through Sirius' hair and down his cheek before gripping his chin tightly and pulling him in for a kiss.

When they broke apart, Lucius said, 'You have a lot to worry about, Sirius; I understand. I'm not exactly delightful company at the moment either.'

''Cause of your father, right?' Sirius asked.

Lucius nodded and pressed their foreheads together. 'My father has always been demanding, but lately, with the war and... he just hasn't been pleasant. I'm hoping that, soon, he goes back to focusing on his business ventures rather than me.'

'Yeah,' Sirius murmured. 'And maybe my brother will have a change of heart and not join the Death Eaters, right?'

'Maybe,' Lucius said, though they both know that that wouldn't happen.

'I wish you could stay longer,' Sirius murmured. 'Maybe a few more rounds of sex would lighten us both up.'

Lucius chuckled and kissed him again. 'I'm sure it would,' he said and pulled away. 'But I have to go.'

'I know,' Sirius said. He got off the bed and followed the older man to the window. Once Lucius had climbed out, he turned back for one last kiss. 'Happy Yule,' Sirius said.

'And a happy Yule to you, too,' Lucius replied. 'Stay safe. I don't want you risking yourself.'

'I'm just worried-'

'About your brother, I know,' Lucius interrupted. 'But I care more about you than Regulus.'

'He's my brother,' Sirius said.

'I know,' the blonde repeated. 'And you love him. But if Regulus has decided to join my father, you can't stop him. Don't risk yourself for a lost cause.'

Sirius nodded, and squeezed Lucius' fingers one last time before he had to let go. He visibly deflated as Lucius walked away, the blonde looking all around to make sure he was truly alone. Sirius sighed and went back to bed, figuring he'd either get some more sleep, or just toss and turn until somebody came in to wake him up.

{oOo}

James leaned against the bathroom wall and frowned. He'd woken up a few minutes ago to a full bladder and, despite how early it was, had wandered into the bathroom to relieve himself. He hadn't planned on overhearing Sirius and Malfoy, but he had.

Now he didn't know what to do. Regulus was a Death Eater? Or trying to become one, it seemed. There was nobody James could talk to about it, and if he went to Sirius, Sirius would know that James had figured out that Malfoy was his lover. And he didn't want Sirius to get angry, or draw into himself again. Sirius had been so quiet and sad lately, and now James knew why.

At the end of the day, there was nothing James could do; he couldn't stop Sirius from seeing Malfoy, no matter how stupid the idea was. And he couldn't do anything about Regulus Black if the younger boy wanted to join Voldemort.

James shook his head and exited the bathroom before going to Sirius' bedroom. At least he could take Sirius' mind off of everything with presents and food and generally stuffing around. It was the least he could do after what he'd heard.