Bishounen and the Beast...chapter 3

I don't own Harry Potter. I don't need him as long as I am allowed to borrow him and his fellow Hogwarts school members. I am borrowing them to do anything I desire of them. Song:" Dust in the Wind" by Kansas Rated: NC17 (bring on the loving yet slightly pointless smut!)

pairing: Sirius Black and the boy who lived/ Sirius Black & Remus Lupin

a/n: I started this story a LONG time ago and have sorta lost the plot. I'm going to pick up though and try to finish this. (In chapter one I was going into 9th grade, now I'm going into 12th grade…so you can tell how long ago that was!)

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Harry lay in my arms, cradled like an infant, wrapped up in a warm burgundy blanket. I awoke suddenly from my blissful dreams at the crack of a window slamming shut. I lay him down as I started from my bed, cold feet on cold tile, seeking the source of this noise. I tiptoed from my room, attempting to not wake Harry. I fingered the railing on the stairs as I crept from the second floor to the ground floor, chilled air circulated on the bottom floor from a large open window.

My defenses arose, shot up like fireworks. I spun around, wand at the ready. I dared not light my wand, out of fear of intruders and what weaponry they might bring.

"Who's there?" I called out, breathing heavily. "Who are you?"

Warm piercing lips pressed against mine. Hand grasping at the nape of my neck, pulling to these lips with bruising force. I broke for air, and teeth drawled on my lower lip, grabbing and holding. Thrown against a wall, still sucking in deep breaths, hoping my lungs may work soon. Kisses forced upon me, tasting sweet with a harsh after image.

His hands were on me, tearing open my buttons, grinding hips into my own.

He took up my jaw in his hand, thumbing my chin, and forced himself upon me again. His tongue delved into my mouth as he attempted to drill his way into the back of my skull. Lips torn away, teeth on my neck, he bit me once, he bit me twice. I groaned out into the rapidly heating air. "Silence." He commanded.

His voice. I knew his voice well. I knew the hands that held me against the wall, hands groping at me like an animal at raw flesh. I knew the long laps of his tongue on my neck and the narrow hips and shoulders pinning me helpless. No longer submissive, I dug my nails into his back, dragging forward and pulling off his shirt. He moaned as I forced him to the floor, sucking and nibbling on his tiny nipples. Only soft cooing noises escaped him as I held his hands to the floor, kissing him deeply and grinding myself into his hips like he had done me.

Flick! The lights in the hallway burst on, illuminating the two of us, our rumpled bodies littering the way. Quite a sight, I thought, noting my bleeding neck and the body below me. My hair was wild, my shirt was missing and its buttons decorated the hardwood flooring below us. I looked down into Remus's eyes. His face was broken into a wide grin and brighter red than a field of strawberries.

"Good Lord!" echoed through the empty floor. Harry looked as though he would die of embarrassment. It was only a few second before his look shifted from surprise and bewilderment to that of a wounded dear. It had only been a few hours since our strange encounter had occurred, his heart was still agape with pain and confessions. Anger flashed across his face, just as it had in the bedroom, and I worried whether or not he would attack.

"Harry…" I let slide out a whimper. "It's not….what you think." He didn't wait and respond. He turned his back to us and slowly climbed the stairs. Remus and I heard the thud of a slamming door before we dared look at one another.

"What's this all about, Black?" He growled at me, clearly forgetting about the situation we were in. I stood up, releasing him from his trap and offered him my hand. He took it and we stood. He smiled at me and I felt as though I could purr. The ravine of separation had crossed. I had missed him so.

"Sirius…"He mumbled.

"We really need to catch up…"I whispered, motioning to the kitchen.

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Another chapter soon to come, please review. Apologies for the change in writing style, a few years'll do that to you.

Kross