Of Beauty

by FunkyCharms21

The life of Sirius Black from 4th year. will be SLASH.final Remus/Sirius

9. Of Something Forbidden

Of Beauty – by FunkyCharms21

Disclaimer: I own nothing it all belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling!

Summery: the life of Sirius black- from 4th year in Hogwarts, this is a slash story with multiple partners (my characters) and eventual Remus/ Sirius. Told from many different points of views.

Warning: very graphical sex scene and underage sex, if you are too young or sickened by the thought of two men together in sexual situations, leave now!

Rating: NC-17 (very graphic/under age sex)

Author's note: I feel there is something very important that I have to say, I remember my promise to update sooner, but I have to ask you all to understand that I have recently experienced a great loss in my family, and I am dealing with my grief, I have to let you all know that writing this chapter has helped me escape from my grief for a bit and I hope you enjoy it, it was hard to juggle with my uni studies.

Also this chapter was supposed to be longer but I felt that it would be split in two by the sites I publish at and it's best to just make it in to two chapters, so this is one and I have no idea when the second one will be up, but I'll do my best.

Chapter 9 – Of Something Forbidden Sirius p.o.v

Darkness, all around me consuming darkness.

I stumble lost and confused, covering my ears with my hands, trying in vain to keep the anguished cries of pain from my tormented mind, the shrieks become louder, stronger, until they rock the very ground I stumble and sway upon, the vibrations of the horrific sound rake through my body, immerse into my skin, I let go of my ears, trying to scrub my skin with my bare hands, in futile attempt to peel away the disturbing presence, but I cannot.

More shrieks fill the cold night air, my hands rush to cover my ears, but I can no longer tell my own shrill cries from that of these unseen victims, I land on the harsh and unforgiving frozen ground, my knees scrape from the impact, but I fail to notice, to care, I am locked in my tormented world of sleep, trapped beyond a comforting hand, yet I know I cannot be harmed, still I feel no relief at the thought.

I recognize nothing of these strange surroundings, all I see is darkness, all I know is fear, but it is not my own sensation, it is not my own fear, and I drown, I drown in this panic that is not mine, as it fills me as it takes me, and I am unwilling.

A shift in this strange humid air, a sudden burning heat prickles my skin, a fire! I realize suddenly, a fire!

The very air I breathe smells of smoke and death, the heat is so powerful I fear it will melt my struggling lungs, burn my skin, scorch the very faraway cold skies.

And I walk through burnt houses, just as before, but yet different than before, there is but one large house burning, one crumbling corpse of a decaying structure.

Snakes circle me, black and yellow, the colors of the fire, their hissing tongues outstretched towards me, in threat, and I freeze.

The fire that devours the run-down house takes once again the almost familiar face of a snake like human, and I feel those evil beady eyes, that no creature on earth can emulate, that none posses such evil, they see me.

They see me.

And I wake, shivering, cold sweat covers my frozen body, and I can't shake the feeling that it was real, that there is such a place, run-down and burning, that there had been living people in mortal danger, and I fear falling back to sleep.

And I fear seeing more, and I know that I will. I always do.

The morning sun bathes the grassy ground in a warm golden glow, I watch helplessly at this magnificent splendor.

The wet droplets of last night's dew sparkle in the bright light, the fields surrounding me shine like diamonds, and I lay back down on the cool and wet ground, sighing my content to the chilly morning air.

The night's terrifying nightmares do not exist in this world of wonder, I sometimes almost believe they never existed at all, but than I fear for my own tormented sanity, I sigh again, in frustration.

Melancholy does not suit me that I know to be true.

I rise to my feet, stretching my tired limbs; my sore and red eyes scan through the bright skies, across the green plains, where our horses now graze.

My proud Serengela, noticed my rise and has dutifully come to my side, I caresses his beautiful dark mane, before jumping on his bare back, my hands quickly clutching the gracefully soft mane, I tighten my thighs around his large and heaving form, urging him with my voice to ride, he obeys my command quickly until all I can feel is the strong fresh wind in my hair, and hear not but the sound of Serengela's strong hoofs' sure strides as they hit their mark repeatedly and relentlessly on the soft grassy plains of my home.

I close my eyes, letting my body become one with the horse's, to move with his movements, I let the horse lead me wherever he may go, knowing that no harm shall come to me while I am astride.

I reach the stables quickly, dismount from Serengela's tall form and pet his silky coat, his chest heaving in an agitated manner as he often does when I ride him after such a long absence.

"Sirius, dear, come and have some lunch honey, you must be exhausted"

I turn, grinning towards Tallinn's slender figure, a warm smile gracing her serene face.

I follow her wordlessly into our dining room, and though I love it here, I can't wait to go to James' place, and I can't wait to see my friends in Diagon alley.

Remus' p.o.v

I didn't mean for it to happen, but for once in my life I had no control over myself.

I'm not ashamed though, but I think I should feel ashamed, deep inside I feel I might have betrayed my love for him, but it was so easy to lose myself in someone else who is attainable and willing, who doesn't see me as I really am, who cant read me or know what I really am beneath this skin, in my veins, in the very blood that pumps through me, that gives me life.

Indeed it is easy to sometimes feel as though I am not really alive only a living corpse fueled by this infection, this demon that rules my heart, my mind, infused in my very soul.

And it's easy not to see him while I commit my own betrayal, my own sweet misery.

Rome has never seemed beautiful to me through the bars of my prison cell, like any other great city I had seen these long years since the bite.

They hold no sweet memories, no moments of enchantment; they just prolong my pain, my realization that I am something foul.

I am locked in another lab, imprisoned by another cell and only the scenery changes, while I remain the same.

But Rome turned out different indeed.

In Rome I had lost my body to a young man, with sparkling blue eyes, infectious smile and sinfully soft black hair, who knew not a word of English, and I don't feel ashamed, I don't.

His name was Angelo and he had a great likeness to my beloved Sirius, and that was all it took.

He worked at the muggle hotel in which my family and I stayed in during our stay in Rome.

It was 3am and I could not sleep, I was feeling too anxious and homesick, I could find no rest here, no comfort.

I longed for the grassy plains of Hogwarts grounds, the busy chatter of Diagon Ally, but most of all my friends, my close knitted family, mostly during my painful transformations.

I walked quietly down to the lobby of the small run down hotel, the only decent place my dear parents could afford to pay for such an extended stay. I walked out of the graying lobby with its yellowing peeling wallpapers and was hit immediately by the sharp clear wind tinged with the night's particular coldness; the streets were deserted so late at night, even in a city as full of life as Rome. The streets were well-lit and methodically cleaned each night, silent hands washing away all traces of its morning guests, and by morning there shall also be no sign of my intrusion on these cold paved sidewalks.

I walked on and on till my feet ached and my mind had gone numb, my body shivering in the cold night air. I returned to my hotel hardly conscious of my doing so, simply allowing my body to do the work for me, and trusting it to succeed.

I stepped inside the decaying lobby, my shivering lessening instantly upon my entrance, as the wind howled fiercely outside at the loss of another victim.

Feeling tired yet unable to find rest, I decided to sit on the overstuffed green armchair, located right across from the small graying reception desk.

My eyes slowly shutting, my head lolling back, I could almost feel sleep creep up on me, until a human smell, fresh and new entered the room, it was a foreign smell, a human I had never met. My eyes opened languidly, assessing the young man before me, the gorgeous young man before me.

He was unafraid, nor startled by my presence, he approached me quietly, with a soft confidant of a young man who knows his overtures won't be rejected, much like my beloved Sirius, though he doesn't believe himself to be that confident, he truly is.

He was 6"0 tall, taller than Siri, older than Siri, but he lacked Siri's wonderful charisma, his sexual aura, but he was captivating none the less, with his shoulder length silky black hair, (which lacked Sirius' magnificent blue tint), sparkling blue eyes and a slender form, he was like Sirius but oh so lacking.

He approached me, his work-roughened hands caressing my cheeks, splaying across my forehead, gently massaging, exploring.

My mouth opened in a gasp, I was shocked, nervous but aroused all at the same time.

His somewhat thin lips (in comparison to Siri's, mind you) hovered so close to mine, that our breaths mingled, the look in his eyes was daring me to close the distant between us, I hesitated, my mind screaming at me at the absurdity of it all, I don't know this man, yet here I am contemplating kissing him, because I'm homesick? Missing Sirius? In love with Sirius? None of it makes any kind of sense, yet I find myself throwing caution to the wind and closing the distance separating my lips from his own wet and soft ones.

We kiss; I'd like to say he swept me off my feet, like in the movies, but I can't, either way I couldn't stop the kissing, the touching, it felt like something inside of me broke free, all this longing for someone I could never have, all these pent up hormones just broke free, poured out of me, as his tongue swiped across my lips seeking entry, which I granted wholeheartedly, the kiss deepened as we both fought for dominance, our tongues tangling, caressing and ravishing.

We broke apart panting, he kissed my face murmuring endearments in Italian, which I could only speculate at, since my Italian was so poor, but his voice was low and raspy, sending arousing shivers down my spine.

I felt so reckless, so liberated, sitting on this armchair with another man I knew nothing about, communicating in the only language we both knew, it was improper and immoral, but I couldn't care less, I wanted to feel more, to know more, and he seemed so promising, so knowing and confident that I trusted him to show me, to teach me.

He stands suddenly, his hand and soft voice beckoning me to follow; I hesitate but a second before I too stand up and follow.

I walk with him into his room in the staff quarters, surprised that I had never noticed him before among the hotel staff, but too busy contemplating what is to come to question him.

He takes off his shirt, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine; I swallow nervously around the great lump in my throat, suddenly unsure and frightened, faced with this startling new reality I'm unsure I really want to go through with anymore; but the subtle ache in my crutch and the fire in his eyes makes my blood warm, makes me stir inside with feelings and sensation I long to explore.

I step towards him only to be swept in his arms, my lips already seeking his, as we engage in yet another fiery kiss.

Feeling no longer shy I caress his naked chest, tweaking the brown flat nipples, embolden by his moans I reach for his trousers, unzipping them and helping him spring free from the offending confinement.

Wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, he breaks our heated kiss and whispers his name in my ear, as his warm hands lift my shirt off my body, just long enough for the cool air in the room to brush my naked skin and make me moan at the contradicting feelings of hot and cold, and his hands cover my skin, chasing away the chill of the night.

We kissed again, our lips meshing together, tongues tangling, licking, sucking, and nipping.

I didn't feel shame at the scars covering my naked flesh, how could I when he kissed each scar with his moist lips, and pronounced me beautiful in his native tongue.

My pants and underwear followed suit, followed immediately by his underwear.

We lay naked on his small bed, so cramped we had no choice but to lay on each other, in order to keep from falling off.

He lays on top of me, kissing my neck, my chest, my nipples, slowly sliding downwards, his tongue swiping at my sensitive navel, tracing yet another delicate scar tissue that marred my youthful skin.

And then he touches me, I had never been touched like that by another man, his hands feel so good on my skin I thought I would surely melt, until his tongue caress me.

I moan brokenly, my body suddenly too hot, too stimulated, and then he was swallowing me inch by precious inch, painstakingly slow, my breath felt so shallow I feared I couldn't get enough air into my lungs, the pleasure was exquisite, bordering on pain, but not quite, I panted again wanting it to stop, to continue, I wasn't sure anymore.

Then I felt it, a lone wet finger tracing around my flesh, causing me to shiver in pleasure and apprehension, it slid into me carefully, gently, I stilled in his arms, my hand tangling in his black silky mane, as the finger continued it's descend into my body.

It didn't hurt, it felt strange, but the second one did hurt, I grimaced but let him continue, knowing that it will get a lot worse before it will get better, or so Sirius told me, and I hope he wasn't lying.

Suddenly the fingers inside of me curled and my soon to be lover touched something inside of me, I don't know what it was but I started to moan again, my skin broke out in Goosebumps and arousal washed over me.

The third finger was barely noticeable as he continued to stroke that wonderful place inside of me.

And then he pulled out of me, I laid back panting, my eyes closed as I waited for the inevitable, I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't want this feeling to stop, I had never felt so alive in my life, so in tune with my body, I could feel the blood pumping faster in veins, and for once it wasn't a reaction brought on by fear.

Before my minds' eye I could clearly imagine this man before me was my beloved Sirius, his blue eyes obscured by the darkness in the room, only the light of the street lamps invading the otherwise dark room, with their gentle white glow. In this light I could easily imagine this was Siri, on top of me, almost inside of me.

And then he was inside of me.

I can't lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, very much so.

I cried out, my hands clutching at the sheets, as I questioned my sanity and Siri's for that matter, this hurt, I felt ripped, torn, but strangely enough, my lover had stopped moving and laid still on top of me, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, my body relaxed, muscles stretched beyond my capacity and I could breath again, the pain lessened into a bearable throb, as my unyielding flesh was forced into accommodating this strange length, and then he moved.

It was unpleasant to say the least, the first few thrusts were painful as my body slowly adjusted, but he was caring and gentle, his hands stroking me in an attempt to bring me pleasure, his lips caressing my neck, my cheeks, my lips, arousing me slowly, until my body could finally reawaken again and feel the pleasure.

He changed the angle of his thrusts, and my eyes closed involuntary of their own will, my moans no longer contained, no longer tainted with pain, there was only hot searing pleasure, turning my insides out, making every nerve end in my body tingle and come alive, my pulse was racing, matching the strong "thump" of his pulse, as his heaving body pressed closer to me, in to me.

And then I came, and I was flying, my body shivering, convulsing.

I moaned again, one name upon my lips, the only name that will ever be on my lips.

"Sirius"

He came soon after, his tired body collapsing on top of mine, he was heavy but I didn't want him to leave just yet, I felt so peaceful, exhausted and happy, so this is what it's all about, I can finally see what Sirius likes so much about sex, it will be so easy to become a slut, like Sirius laughingly calls himself, (though it hurts him when it is thought to be true).

After that night I had spent the last two weeks left of this "vacation" with my new lover, Angelo, who taught me a lot about sex, Italian culture and food, and showed me his favorite places in Rome.

My parents considered this trip to be yet another failure, as my illness still had no known cure. But they were glad I had made a new friend, how little did they know.

It was time to leave, to go back to school, but first to Diagon ally, to see my wonderful friends again.

I had already told James and Sirius about Angelo by owl mail, because I felt I had to tell someone about it, and who better then those two.

James reacted as expected, first admonishing me, and then asking for details.

Sirius seemed quite happy about my newfound sexual experience, and as well asked for details, I found myself feeling slightly disappointed, unsure of what I had hoped he would say, but what he did say was highly unexpected, and I felt once again just how unattainable he is to me, and it angered me, maddened me, but I won't back down, not this year, I vowed to myself that this year I will make him mine, no holding back, no more shy, undeserving Remus.

I said my goodbyes to Angelo, thanking him for everything he has done for me, even though he understood not a word and my Italian hadn't improved much, but I think he knew.

We were finally home, and tomorrow I would see my friends, and though I couldn't come and stay with James, like Peter and Sirius did, for the rest of the week, because I was due for another transformation 3 days before my return to Hogwarts, I would talk to them every day through the fire place and I would start reading through my school books, not as much fun as being with my friends, but that's the way it is.

James P. O .V

"Sirius you crazy mutt, get back here!"

Sirius had come to stay with me three weeks ago, and I was surprised to see that in all this time he hadn't slept with anyone, at all.

You're all as shocked as me, right?

But it's true. He also told me he hadn't done a thing while he was home, he was always riding his horses and playing with his "siblings", I wished my mom would let me come visit Sirius' family, I'd love to see what his life look like, his friends "siblings", his horses, his house, all of it.

But no such luck, mom is afraid it might taint my innocent mind, too bad she forgot no one can stay innocent with Sirius as his best friend.

Well back to the present, Sirius and I have had a lot of fun playing in the woods, scaring muggles, and playing with my dad, who took us to a Quidditch match played by the Honkly Dragons vs. the Berkley hags, naturally the Dragons' won, and it was a great game.

The seeker was Stornge Glasgo, a Hungarian import to the team, he caught the snitch after his team was already 100 points in the lead, and they won.

Three weeks before we were all supposed to meet in Diagon Ally, me and Sirius got another owl from Remus, who told us he had had sex, brace yourselves, with a man, I never knew he swung that way, hmm.

Naturally we were very happy for him, even though I thought Sirius was acting a tad bit melancholy, for a while, he was a bit of a grouch the last week, but he soon got over his foul mood, as the day finally came for us to meet again.

Siri and I came by flew, and waited for Peter and Remus in the Leaky Cauldron, as usual they were late, why do I put up with this? Oh, yeah, they're my best mates.

Finally they came, and we all embraced each other, Peter had gotten slightly taller, and his hair was streaked by the sun, making it almost white, but the content smile on his face told me he had had a great summer.

Remus had also gotten taller, he was at least 5"8 and a half, he looked happy and relaxed and he seemed so confident in himself, no longer lowering his head, he stood proud and tall, and though I'm nervous to say this, he looked beautiful, not Sirius' otherworldly beauty, but a more earthly beauty, the wolf inside him matures with him, and each year, the aura of strength, power and wisdom grows stronger in Remus.

Siri as always only seems to grow taller and more beautiful each year, and this year is no different.

We spent the entire day buying our schoolbooks, uniforms, supplies and most importantly stoked up on prank material.

As the marauders we had an obligation to make sure each year in Hogwarts is interesting and inspiring to future generations who might also be hell bound on torturing slytherins, it should be a registered sport, you know? Even peter could excel in it.

I can't believe a new year is about to start again.

Sirius P.O.V

So much has changed for me these last few weeks, learning about Remus sleeping with a man, I never thought he felt that way about men, why didn't he say anything?

Another shocking thing was seeing him again, Rome and sex had apparently done him a lot of good, and I felt, well, I can't describe it really, attracted, maybe?

Or maybe I'm just so horny since I've been celibate for the entire break.

Either way, I dare not dwell on it.

Something else that bothered me was that when we spent the day at Diagon ally I could have sworn Remus was staring at me, and it didn't unnerve me it excited me, how strange is that?

I'm probably imagining things, right?

I must be.

It was that time again. The time to go back to Hogwarts and start yet another school year, as always I still felt slightly awed by the thought of another year. I, unlike my pure blooded friends, have never known such a world existed before my letter arrived 5 years ago, and returning to the muggle world on each occasion brought with me a sense of loss and detachment that always took me the better part of two weeks to adjust to.

And still I can't wait for this new year to start.

"Peter, will you please get your filthy hands out of the kidney pie, so I could have some? Honestly" muttered James annoyed at having to fight for the last slice of his most favored pie.

My eyes met Remus' over James head and we both smirked at the childish display, so typical of James.

It was the start of the new year feast at Hogwarts.

The announcement of the start of the year were much like every year, and we had yet another new DADA teacher, that position was most likely jinxed, just like everyone have speculated about.

The only strange thing about the whole evening was that the new teacher has failed to arrive to the feast and we had yet to catch a glimpse of him.

That was a bit odd to say the least.

Remus' P.O.V

Walking again in the corridors of Hogwarts I felt a changed man, not only was it my own judgment on the subject that convinced me so, but also my class mates have commented to me that I have matured, become more handsome and have attained an aura that they found quite irresistible, naturally it was not said in these words, but the impression was indeed the same.

The new confidence that now coursed through my veins made me that much more determined and positive that this year, like I had planned, Sirius will finally be mine.

The week past in a blur of activities, pranks and an obscene amount of homework, (following last year's AWOL), but we had all easily fallen back into the usual routine of life in Hogwarts, especially Sirius.

It was Thursday, almost the end of the week, a day we all looked forward to with both anticipation and dread. Today we will finally meet the mysterious new DADA teacher, professor Cambridge.

We were all together in the great hall enjoying our lunch and waiting for the following period in which we will finally meet the new DADA teacher. The thing that increased speculation about this new teacher was that not only had he not appeared in the great hall for the start of the year feast, he had also not appeared at all this week, and had taught no class to any grade this whole week, something which was considered quite peculiar, so it happened that the 6th year Gryffindors and Slytherins will be the first to meet this new teacher and also later obligated to report to our other school mates on the new teacher's technique and capabilities, a heavy burden indeed.

I sat patiently in my seat, watching James and beautiful Sirius interact with each other, it seems as though this summer spent together has brought them even closer than I thought imaginable. A sense of overwhelming fear grips me because I remember what happened in 5th year, I remember what I walked in on, the two of them almost kissing.

And if there is one thing I know for certain is that Sirius will always love James, no matter what, and that should they ever be together, become lovers, they will never part, and I could never stand a chance, could never compete with James.

Sometimes when you watch them together it seems as though everything besides them ceases to exist, they see only each other, and I feel left out and envious.

It seems unbelievable that I should feel this way, right? I mean Sirius sleeps around, quite a bit, and here I am feeling threatened by his best friend, James, who is also a very good friend of mine, how strange is that?

They are laughing together at one of James silly jokes only they fully understand, in some ways they make the best match, they balance each other out, they are always honest with each other, brutally so, and they are so bright, so smart, they think alike in most things and they just look right together. I could never be that way, could never be like smart and brave James with his sweet smile and understanding eyes.

Oh Sirius, do I even stand a chance? I ask silently, feeling the steady flow of my new confidence lessening at the face of their almost undeniable compatibility.

I sigh, how melodramatic love can make you. I have never felt so fully absorbed in another person's life, even with my parents there is a distance, a necessary distance. But with Sirius I'm absorbed, I see nothing but him, my heart clinches when he smiles, cracks a bit when that smile is directed at another. Sometimes I feel I have no will of my own.

Lost in my thoughts I almost missed the arrival of the new DADA teacher.

Bordian's (professor Cambridge) P.O.V

This is the writing of an obsessed mind, a mind that is devoured by lustful thoughts, forbidden thoughts.

My mind should not be thinking such thoughts, I'm a grown man, a respected man, but at times like these I feel as though I am but a slave to cravings and desires, urges that cannot be suppressed and denied and I don't know how long it will be before I will surrender and that is a terrifying thought. But there is no fear in me when I look at him, no fear at all.

At times like these I think I made a big mistake coming to teach at Hogwarts, but owing a favor to professor Dumbledore and not repaying him later is not a wise decision, and so I came and took upon myself the jinxed position of being the DADA teacher. What I had not bargained upon was being sexually attracted to one of my students, an underage student.

My first lesson turned out to be the lesson that nearly undone me, it was supposed to be a lesson I looked forward to, to teach 6th year Gryffindors and Slytherins. I looked forward to teaching more advanced material than was possible for younger years. I loved to mold the young, sharp and eager minds of students, and 6th years were at their prime magical capabilities, with enough solid base and groundwork to allow for a more adventurous study.

Due to personal problems I had arrived much later than I had hoped and had missed several classes as well as the beginning of the school year feast, professor Dumbledore was very understanding, but I knew I had a lot of catching up to do and today I hoped to do just that.

I walked into my first class of the day, my lessons would be taught in a big high ceiling room, spacious and airy. Light flooded through the two large windows at the right side of the room, diagonally from the door.

My students were all seated in their places when I arrived, green and silver robed students to my left and red and gold robed students to my right.

"Ah" I remembered it was common knowledge that certain houses did not mingle with each other and I immediately understood that this was the case with my first lesson of the day.

I made my way to the front of the class and introduced myself.

"Hello class, I am professor Cambridge, your new DADA teacher"

The students replied in kind, and I immediately wanted to be familiar with my new students. I took out the list I had of my students name and proceeded to call out the names in the hopes of attempting to connect face and name of each of my new students, knowing full well, of course that such a thing will take the better part of several weeks to know the names of all of my new students from all the houses and years.

And that is when it happened, the moment that had nearly brought about my end.

I called out his name "Sirius Black"

"Here" and he replied.

I looked up from the scroll of names in my hand and found my eyes caught by the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever had the pleasure of looking at.

The most beautiful, otherworldly beauty I had ever encountered in my long life. This boy's beauty was unmatched, and I found myself numbly wondering how I had not noticed him before.

Long black blue luscious curls surrounding a beautiful classical face, with the most unnerving purple eyes, encircled by thick long black lashes and the fullest most sensuous lips I had ever laid my eyes upon.

Those sensuous lips formed a smirk and his violet eyes twinkled knowingly at me. I had the distinct impression that he was no innocent. The thought of that beautiful child, which is exactly what he is, lying beneath another man, performing the ludest acts, my filthy mind could conceive, filled me with both the most enraged jealousy and a scorching heat of desire, such that I had never felt.

Unsure of how to treat these wayward emotions, I attempted to reach once more for my iron- clad control, after several attempts, a shaky ground on my suddenly flitting control was regained.

I continued with my self appointed task, attempting rather obviously to avoid that knowingly mocking stare, and a mocking one it was for certain.

The lesson continued as though nothing had happened, though I was sure at least 2 people have noticed my strange behavior and peculiar fascination with this beautiful child, as I refused to allow my mind to see him as anything other than a child, a beautiful one but a child nonetheless.

These two people were luckily only myself and Sirius, I hoped.

The bell rang alerting me to the blessed ending of this tormenting lesson.

I dare not look up as the class slowly emptied of its students, I was afraid to look into those knowing purple orbs, those mature beyond their years eyes, experienced eyes. Eyes a man can drown in as his body slowly drowns inside that youthful figure….STOP IT! I shook myself out of my lustful thoughts. It will do me no good to allow my thoughts to run amok and lust after what I should never have. NEVER.

And I still couldn't help but glance once more. Just once more.

But he wasn't in the class anymore and so I found myself getting out of my chair and glancing out into the hall, and there he was with his friends, towering above them all, but he was not gauche, he was comfortable with his height, in his skin, a rare fit for one so young.

He was laughing at his friends tales. Black silky locks swaying around his sweet and handsome face, full red lips stretched in a smile, baring perfect white teeth, beautiful thick black lashes, caressing his high cheekbones as he closed those tormenting purple pools of desire, head bowed low, he stood in a disarming position, as though his body was no longer on display, but the graceful manner of his stance and the way he held himself, spoke of quiet self- assurance, that I found more arousing than a mere display of fake sexual confidence.

My heart hammered heavily in my chest and I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I realized that I may not be able to hold out against his charms and even worse that I am not sure I will want to put much resistance. My only hope on this matter will be to not encourage his attention, and though he hasn't shown me any interest on his part, I will do my best to control my own dark desires towards this underage beauty.

Resolved in my mind not to act on these forbidden lusts, I was immediately startled to discover that my straying gaze was caught. I found my eyes locked in a silent duel with one of Sirius' best friends, was it Remus Lupin? I imagine that is his name. The gaze was accusatory as well as threatening, was I stepping on some boundaries I shouldn't? I asked silently, but some dark part of me issued a silent challenge before Sirius' warm voice broke our silent duel.

Maybe I could just have him once, just a taste, just to sate this unreasonable hunger deep within me that his presence had awakened in me.

Remus' P.O.V

The new DADA teacher was actually quite handsome, I suppose, if you liked men of that age.

But more importantly he knew his job, he was very knowledgeable and enlightening, and Sirius and James liked him on sight.

Sirius had even thought him to be sexy, amazingly enough even James thought him quite attractive; peter had no comment to that though.

As for me I hated him on sight, though he is a good teacher, I'll give him that.

When the lesson finished we all packed up and left, beside me James and Sirius were joking about Snape's latest mishap with a broom and magical duck tape.

I barely heard a word of their tale as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt the tell-tale shiver down my spine, we were being watched.

I turned swiftly in the direction of our watcher and was shocked to realize that our silent observer was none-other than professor Cambridge, our new DADA teacher.

The fact that he was watching us didn't bother me as much as the realization that he was not watching us but watching Sirius, my Sirius.

Also the emotions I could clearly read in his eyes bothered me even more, he wanted Sirius, lusted after him, and I should know all about lusting after Sirius. But no teacher in Hogwarts had ever looked upon Sirius as more than a beautiful child, which is what he is, no other teacher but this new teacher.

I ignored the low growling that my wolf emitted softly in my head, smothering the desire to growl out loud, to ward off this interloper, I ignored all of my powerfully strong animal instincts and worried more about the fact that this teacher might very well act upon his desire and that Sirius might very well be susceptible to his charms, he was a handsome man, and Sirius loved older men, as can be shown by his past track record.

I stared back at him, challenging him and watched as his expression showed shock at first, regret, before some iron resolve appeared and his face was wiped of all expression, and that frightened me even more than the clear lust he exuded before.

As I was still trying to penetrate through that steely resolve a warm hand wrapped around my shoulders and Sirius smoky voice urged me to join in the conversation once more.

The following days professor Cambridge seemed to keep his distance from Sirius, though his glances were still filled with such disturbing lust and desire, I was shocked to realize I was the only one who noticed his strange glances and prolonged presence wherever Sirius was.

But that was not what kept me awake at night, the highly probable and frightening thought that Sirius might very well take him upon his offer, makes sleep slowly drift away from my exhausted body each night.

I fear that Sirius will be very tempted to start such an affair and why?

Because he is Sirius; adventurous, fearless, reckless Sirius, always seeking a new thrill.

And also a more unsettling thought for many different reasons I don't wish to dwell on is that Sirius has never met his father, what if he would start this affair with professor Cambridge simply because of a misguided attempt to gain a father figure?

I hope that I am wrong, but knowing Sirius as well as I do, I fear that things will get much worse before they get better.

I hope I can survive another heartbreak, to know once more just how unattainable he is to me. I hope I have the strength.

Bordian's P.O.V

I didn't plan for this to happen; will you believe that the moment simply presented itself?

It was a day like any other , a Tuesday no less, I had to teach 3 classes that day, none of which were with the 6th year Gryffindors and Slytherins, and when that day nearly came to an end professor McGonagall walked into my class (a 4th year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws) and asked me a most unusual question.

"Bordian, will you please do me this favor? I gave young mister black of 6th year Gryffindor detention, but I fear that I will be unable to supervise him tonight due to some headmistress duties, will you please supervise the boy tonight in my stead?"

It seemed as though it was a sign from above, I was given a chance to be alone with Sirius for several long hours.

An hour before the scheduled detention, guilty pangs of uncertainty attacked me once more, I am a 39 year old man and he is a young barely 17 year old child, it is wrong to desire him, wrong to lust after him, wrong to plan to seduce him and worst of all wrong to actually act upon it.

My mind, though, was resolved the minute that beautiful boy walked into my class.

He was wearing his robes which seemed to fit his body so well, enhancing his broad shoulders and thin waist, clinging to his undulating pelvis, allowing a mere glimpse of his well endowment. Was there a place in his body that was not perfect? I wondered as the desire for his flesh roared in my ears, blocking any common sense I might have had left, that survived the impact of seeing him again, this close to me.

He walked past me and sat down, a trace of lemon and honey mixed with a masculine scent that was his own natural scent, teased my nostrils.

His firm buttocks visible in the tight fitting robe as he swayed gracefully into the seat he appointed to himself. I could not decide whether he was swaying to catch my attention or was it merely an unconscious act, how innocent was he?

Our eyes met once more, and I was once again amazed at the knowledge evident in those beautiful ultra violet eyes, the intelligence that sparkled in those deceiving depths, but he was still a boy, underneath all the knowledge and experience, he was excited, eager and so was I.

I shut the door that he left open when he arrived and locked it. It clicked with a finality that neither one of us could deny, we turned to each other, I released a breath I didn't know I held and sighed, he expelled his breath loudly, and I realized right then that he too felt that this was inevitable.

He stood up and I moved closer to him, I cannot remember which one of us made the first move but it was unimportant to me at that moment as my arms closed around that youthful form, crushing the young firm chest close to mine, feeling his strong heart beating fast and rapidly against my own, we locked eyes once more, his swollen red lips parting as though he was about to tell me something, but the thought of speaking any words at this moment seemed so obscene that I immediately holt his words by pressing my own hard thin lips to his soft and luscious flesh.

He is unresisting in my arms, his arms encircle my waist softly, so light is his touch I barely feel it until he squeezes me tighter and opens his mouth under mine, his tongue slowly tracing the outline of my own lips, nipping and caressing until the skin swelled and tingled and my hardness swelled in unison inside of my underwear and pressed against his body.

An answering hardness pressed against my thigh.

Our tongues met inside of my mouth and I slowly tangled my tongue with his, pushing the battle for dominance inside his mouth, soothing the scrape of our dueling by softly sucking on his tongue, eliciting a soft groan from his sweet mouth.

We broke apart, breathless, lips still touching as though we refused to part completely.

His hands were already opening the fastening of my robes and I was once again reminded that he was no innocent. My hands reached to his fastening and we striped each other quickly, clothes ripping in our haste, any decorum and desire to tease forgotten in our haste to press naked against each other.

Finally we were both naked, chest against chest, our faces almost parallel, as Sirius was almost as tall as me.

We stared at each other, I watched mesmerized as his captivating purple eyes closed, long black lashes fanning on his high cheekbones, making him seem so young and vulnerable all of a sudden. He lifted his head up towards mine, his lips ghosting over mine teasingly, making the blood gush through my veins, before his lips press firmly onto mine, his swollen lips latch onto my bottom lip and his tongue slithers out and bathes my bottom lip, before a warm rush of air caresses the aroused flesh, I expel my breath quickly, feeling shudders of arousal taking over my body, and I allow my hands to roam free over his naked form. He is all firm and lightly muscled, his skin smooth and supple, and I rub my own much more coarse skin and hair-roughened body against all that smooth golden skin, brazing the smoothness and eliciting a small moan from his purring body.

When exactly this maddening compulsion to possess each other turned into a game of sensation and seduction, I am unsure. But I find myself enjoying the current situation more. Sirius is rubbing against my body, sliding against my skin, purring lightly into my mouth, while I caress his back and firm buttocks, enjoying the smoothness of his golden skin all over his body. He really is beautiful, I admit to myself once more as I feel his tongue push firmly inside my mouth before he aggressively explores it, his tongue swiping across my teeth, the roof of my mouth, my gums and finally dueling with my tongue and playfully nipping at it, before finally sucking on my tongue and swallowing the twisting muscle into his mouth. I moan brokenly as my body warms, and my shaft hardens further.

His hands caress my body, tweaking my nipples, before he breaks away from my lips and licks my left nipple, his eyes trained on me.

He begins to suck on the abused nipple, drawing back only to nip at the straining mound, soothing the sharp ache with his agile tongue, he turns his attention to my other nipple and it too receives the same teasing treatment, I gasp and run my hands through his tousled silky locks, caressing his scalp encouraging his slow descend down towards my abs and belly button, which he licks enthusiastically, his tongue slips in and out of my belly button teasingly, tongue-fucking my responsive flesh. He is no innocent my body acknowledges.

His lips ghost over my pleasure trail towards my hardness. His lips press against the head, he breathes teasingly against the tip, causing me to shiver in anticipation and impatience. His tongue slips out from between those succulent red lips, and teasingly licks a strip across the tip, wiping at the drops of pre cum before he licks his lips and moans appreciatively, as though he approves of my flavor, the simple moan released whatever control I had over myself, my desire to ravish him pounding in my head, firing my blood, scorching my insides with liquid fire.

And then he swallows me whole, deep throating me like an expert, the head scarping the back of his throat, and I am once again reminded how experienced he really is, all the while I gasp with pleasure, blessing and cursing his knowledge in the same tortured breath that I exhale.

His mouth strokes my shaft, up and down, causing unbelievable friction; I look down wanting to see the obscene sight.

I fight the desire to cum as his eyes lock with mine and I can almost see him smiling devilishly around his mouthful, at that particular moment he lets my flesh slip out of his mouth in an obscene "pop" his hand suddenly begins to caress my balls and scrotum.

I pull him by the hair away from my heated flesh, he moans in protest. I had never had a lover who enjoyed giving oral sex as much as he obviously did, I made myself a silent vow that next time (and yes there will be a next time, I am sure of that), I will not stop him.

I push him towards my desk, laying him flat out on his back, I feel him shuddering at the sudden coldness of the desk compared to his heated skin, and I feel foolish at the aggressive force I used towards him, but then he lies back, stretching his magnificent body and purring, and I lose all control. My wand is in my hand and before I know what I am doing, I have him laid down beneath me; his hands tied by a spell to the edge of the desk, leaving him open for me, his beautiful long legs surround my waist from both sides, his manhood now hard and dripping, his head tossed back, black- blue silky curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his intense almost black eyes, darkened with desire, watch me curiously, excitedly, awaiting my action. And I find him even more arousing, that in a helpless, submissive position such as this he can still seem so seductive, calm and vulnerable. He was undoing me.

I whispered the familiar spell, before I slipped in one finger, past the guardian muscle and began to stretch the unbelievably tight entrance, in fact he was so tight I was starting to question his experience, but very quickly I had managed to slip a second finger and than a third, scissoring them inside of him before stroking across that sweet spot inside of him, mesmerized by his strangled moans and mewls as I stroked and prodded his nub of pleasure. Assuring myself that he was ready i slowly pressed against him, my hands grabbing hold of his hips I slipped inside slowly. Scorching heat engulfed me, and I groaned amazed at the heat and fit, he was so tight, I was hopping I was not hurting him too much, but I found it very hard to care at that moment. I sank into him and rested there for a minute waiting for him to adjust.

I felt the almost unbearable tightness suddenly relax, I looked up into his eyes just to feel him flex his pelvis and press down towards me, forcing my hips to move with his. And then I was thrusting, in and out. Sliding myself out only to slam back inside with such force that sent him hard into the desk beneath him, arms outstretched in an obscene pervert manner, which only fuelled my desire, making me thrust harder and deeper. He moaned beneath me, his hips moving in sync with mine, angling my thrusts to bring himself as much pleasure as he could in his disadvantaged position, getting the hint I angled my thrust to hit his prostate repeatedly, slipping my hand around his handsome manhood I began to stroke him in time with my own thrusts into his body.

Suddenly I could feel his muscles spasming around me, the organ in my hand stiffened and Sirius came with a loud moan, his cum covering his stomach and my hand.

I thrusted a few more times and came deep inside of him, groaning his name and biting his chest. I landed on top of him unable to move after my earth shattering orgasm. I spread soothing kisses all over his chest, where my biting teeth had left their forceful marks and released his arms, slipping out of him with immense care, even exaggerated care considering how I had used him mere minutes ago.

We both stood up and began to dress wordlessly, the sexual tension in the room was gone, replaced by a sated silence that neither one of us wanted to break yet we knew we would have to.

I turned towards him, pulled him back into my arms and kissed him again, a languid, unhurried kiss, my tongue played gently with his, sucking, caressing, tangling, lips brushing, teeth nipping. We broke apart breathless again and he smiled at me. It was a satisfied happy smile with no ulterior motive; I relaxed slightly, allowed myself the thought that I should feel no guilt over this night, and worst of all I was pretty sure I didn't.

I broke the silence "so, I can see this was not your first time with a man" I hinted, waiting for the confirmation I needed to feel better about what had just happened, to dispel any remaining feelings of guilt.

He smiled at me an amused and relaxed smile, running his fingers through his sexily tousled hair, that I helped tousle, I thought, my blood warming again at the thought.

"My virginity is long gone by now, so you have nothing to worry about"

I thought I was supposed to feel better about that but suddenly I wasn't, I was consumed by the need to know. How many were they? How long did it last? How were they? Did he love any of them? What did he do with them?

I was getting enraged, obsessive, eaten alive by this burning, demanding desire, and with it came the sudden knowledge that I wanted to claim him.

"Or maybe I do" I replied to him, before I could stop myself. He turned towards me, surprised, the smile slowly leaving his face, followed by a curious expression, as though he couldn't fathom what it was that I meant what it was that I wanted from him. He seemed once again so innocent, for a minute I found myself wondering whether the past hour had actually occurred, and that this was not a figment of my lustful imagination.

Before he could answer me there was a knock on the door, we both glanced at the door, stiffening, we glanced at each other, Sirius worrying his bottom lip, I felt a hot wave of arousal washing over me as I noticed how full and puffy his red lips were and so well used, by me no less.

I shivered slightly and closed my eyes to break out of his spell; we both glanced down then, checking to see that we were fully dressed before glancing around to see that nothing looked out of order, that no hint remained of our previous actions.

I walked with Sirius towards the door and unlocked it, coming face to face with a gracious looking professor McGonagall.

"Thank you once again professor Cambridge, I do hope young mister black here wasn't too much trouble" she actually smiled at me.

"Not at all professor, I am glad to be of service" my voice was steady and smooth, but I could feel Sirius' mocking stare, refusing to acknowledge his presence in the conversation.

"Well mister black, off you go to your dormitory, I dare not hope that this detention has altered anything in your perception, much like any others before." Professor McGonagall sighed, and turned to look at me.

"Thanks once more Bordian, I do hope he wasn't to much trouble" and with a swirl of her black robes, she turned and left me briskly, her robes bellowing around her in a restricting manner, as though the clothes she wore bore her characteristics as well.

I glanced in the other direction, hoping to catch one last glance of my beautiful new lover, but he was gone and I was once again left with doubts, what have I gotten myself into? And worst of all, when can we be together again?

Sirius, you bewitched me.

Sirius' p. o. v

I walked briskly to my dormitories up in the tower, anxious to get there, to feel myself in a familiar warm atmosphere while my feelings were in such chaos.

I did something foolish tonight, and I don't feel bad about it, I just feel like I jumped way over my head in the space of an hour. Have you ever felt like you are just standing on the side of a railroad track and a train is coming while you are watching the desperate soon to be victim trying to escape, but it's too late, it's always too late. What would you feel if you were the victim and you were the one that flipped the switch?

That's how it is.

I can barely see anything in front of me, because I am not paying attention, my mind is focused elsewhere and before I know it I find myself bumping quite roughly into a solid warm body, strong arms wrap around my waist, I look up into unforgettable gorgeous pale blue eyes, messy black hair and a beautiful happy smile.

"Si! What are you doing here mate?" asks James, wiping the sweat of his forehead, only then did I realize that he had been to quidditch practice and that he was making his way to our dormitories for a quick shower.

"I was just getting back from detention; you remember I told you I had gotten one from professor McGonagall last week? Well I just finished it now."

"Ah! What did she make you do? Last time she made me wash all of her…."

I ignored the rest of his tale, breathing peacefully. If James hasn't picked it up yet I doubt that even Remus could, it isn't anywhere near the full moon tonight, but just to keep safe I'll shower the first chance I get.

"Blabber worm" we both spoke together as the fat lady's portrait swung aside to admit us.

We climbed up the stairs to our dormitories continuing with our lazy banter.

What have I gotten myself into?

Why does morning time always come too damn soon?

It was 7 am again! And that meant my friends were having a pillow fight over my bed in yet another attempt to wake me up in time for breakfast, little did they know that the only think that ever woke me up in time for breakfast was my growling stomach.

I yawned and stretched playfully ruffling my hair in a doggish manner as I have grown accustomed to since I became, well, a dog.

"I'm up you bastards, now get off!" I screamed at them, that usually shook them up a bit. Sirius black hardly ever screams, if ever.

By 7:15 we were all ready to face the great hall, and breakfast, we had barely just arrived before James became once more lily – obsessed.

"Oh pads, she is just so pretty! Don't you think? I mean what if you went there and asked her whether she would like to go to hogsmead with me? I'm sure you can talk her into it, please? For your best mate?" James pleaded with me. All of his previous attempts to procure a date with the lovely Miss Evans had finished with him hexed with some rather unpleasant hexes; I was not that sure I wanted to risk my skin on that red haired monster.

But what won't you do for a best friend, a brother really?

So I did, I approached her cautiously mindful to be prepared to duck, but I really had none of James quick chaser's reflexes and I had no wish to walk around the school with pink hair and white underwear with little pink hearts.

And so it was, I approached the red haired monster, where she was sitting at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by her own little group of fans, most of which had at some point been a groupie of mine, some of James as well and I think one of Remus at least. She turned towards me suddenly, her friends had alerted her to my presence and I was caught unprepared. She may be a ruthless, vindictive, law abiding little wench but she was a very pretty one, I could understand James' fascination with her.

She had long glowing red hair, beautiful big green eyes that could almost compete with mine, skin the color of polished ivory and a full luscious pink mouth. The fire constant in her eyes only added to her appeal, she was as we laughingly called a fiery nymph, and James was hooked on her.

"Hello lily? How are you this fine day? Good I hope" she looked at me expectantly, not bothering to answer my greeting, but curious as to what I had to say.

"Well, I'm sure you know my friend James, right? Well he would like me to ask you whether you will do him the greatest honor of going with him to Hogsmead this coming Hogsmead weekend." I had found that the direct and polite approach usually works on Evans and I hopped for James that it will work this time as well. Though she claimed to dislike us all, I knew better, I had often watched her laugh quite openly at a prank we had performed, had often seen the way she blushed whenever she had to reprimand either one of us (minus peter) and of course she was a prefect it was expected of her to act this way.

"Sirius, do tell James that I find it quite ridicules that he has to send you to ask me out, tell potter that if he wants me to reply to his question he had best come and ask me straight and not send any more of his friends. I do believe he has more guts than this?" and with these last words she and her group of followers stood up and left the great hall, robes bellowing in their wake.

Defeated I went back to my now sullen best friend, who had been carefully observing our conversation.

"Well… did she say no? What did she say? No don't tell me. Well tell me but tell me first if she said anything nasty about me? Did it seem to you like I have a chance with her? What do you think pads?" James mumbled worriedly, I had never seen him this nervous in his life, and James wasn't what one would call shy, and definitely not around the opposite sex.

He was hooked on Evans bad, and I was starting to hope for his sake that he will get his wish very soon, as a best mate it hurts to see your best mate suffer so.

"Well, I do think you have a chance, I mean she did tell me that she wants you to come and ask her so maybe…"

And so together we devised a plan of action for him and like always we embraced each other, we sometimes lost track of our surroundings when we were together and had often touched each other, as best friends do, in public unaware that we were watched.

The four of us finished breakfast; James was back to his exuberant self and I couldn't be happier to see his eyes once again shine with promise, this promised to be a great day already, James might get his girl today and if not than very soon, she was mellowing towards him, the sun was shining, Remus was smiling happily as well and even Peter was being less annoying than usual, my friends were happy and so was i.

We left the great hall on our way to start the morning classes, when my eyes caught sight of Bordian's fierce gaze; he stalked past me, his body's movements somewhat frenzied, and I was left with the distinct impression that I had unknowingly done something that angered him, I felt my belief of having a good day slowly drain from me as we entered transfiguration class.

I have no idea what I could have possibly done to anger him so.

Bordian's P. O. V

How dare he? Only several hours ago my body was inside of him, making him utter the sweetest sounds, making him climax and collapse in my arms and now he has his arms wrapped INTIMATLY around another boy, a handsome young man, really. But still my blood boils, I knew it was a boy he often hung out with but being faced with the disturbing image before I even had a chance to eat a morsel of food, while my mind was still plagued with obsessed memories of last night and the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, it was all too much for my frazzled mind.

That image haunted me all through my morning lessons, I was so unfocused on my lessons that I had to catch my temper more times than normally and I had even managed to make three 4th year Hufflepuffs cry in my lesson, something had to be done, I only had one more lesson to go today before I was teaching Sirius.

Sirius' P.O.V

Who would have thought my premonitions about today should come about so unwell?

I had really hoped that they wouldn't but by the last lesson of the day I finally had real cause to be wary.

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts' lesson and only several hours ago I had sex with this same Professor in this said room.

I wish this day will end quicker.

The lesson started out quite well, if I might say so, I mean that is if I could ignore the death glares sent my way from Bordian's and Remus' surprised yet curious not so secretive glances.

But still nothing had actually happened so far, that is until i was asked a question, and though I answered correctly I was still reprimanded and had points taken from me! That has never happened to me, not in class for answering correct, unless it was the head of Slythrin, professor Glith who has a profound hatred of anything Gryffindor.

The rest of the lesson progressed in this manner.

"That is wrong Mister Black 5 points from Gryffindor" "need I remind you to be quiet Mister Black take another 5 points from Gryffindor" until finally the most expected outcome occurred. "That is it Mister Black I will not stand for anymore of your shenanigans, report to me at 6 pm tonight for your detention, and do hold your tongue, I dare say it has caused you too much trouble today as it is"

I was shocked, what was he playing at? I had done nothing wrong, all the other Gryffindors were as shocked as me, the Slythrin were smirking at me, and I was very much surprised. How has this come about?

Class ended soon after , I refused to meet Bordian's fierce gaze, something in my gut told me this detention will be quite different from most others that I had done these past few years, and I wasn't so sure I was up for the task.

On our way to the great hall, Peter and James discussed the strange behavior of our once charming professor, both expressing shock as well as anger at his vindictive approach towards me, I felt my heart warm by their righteous anger.

Remus said nothing and walked quietly next to me, I didn't mind it for my mind was also troubled by other things, and I was once more comforted by the easy silence that has always reined between us, with so many things left unsaid, silence was much more easy and safe.

Dinner was a quiet affair this evening; we were all so consumed in our own private little world that making conversation seemed an unbearable task.

I left the great hall at 5:45 making my way to my detention, which I had wrongfully gotten, mind you, I had never minded doing any detention I had rightfully earned, and Merlin knows there have been many of those.

I took a deep breath, exhaled and opened the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door, Bordian was seating quietly grading papers at his table, his head bent down towards the scrolls of paper on his desk, forehead scrunched in concentration.

From this view point I could almost believe that all that has happened in today's lesson was a figment of my over active imagination, unbelievable since he seemed so relaxed in comparison to today's edgy and fierce behavior, I had almost felt my blood pressure return to it's normal pace when his head lifted off of the table and his eyes locked with mine.

Before I had even managed to exhale the breath I had drawn I felt my body slam forcibly into the wall, a locking and silencing charm ghosted across my ear as I felt the warm hard pressure of Bordian's body pressing against my own trapped body, my arms held by one of his above my head, I made no attempt to struggle free, I was transfixed by his eyes, no one had ever looked at me with such a possessive, devouring gaze, and I felt a thrill of excitement slowly release into my blood stream.

His breath ghosted across my cheeks, his lips pressing to my now heated skin, he breathed fiercely.

"how dare you let another male touch you, and in front of me no less, did you forget last night already, do I need to remind you that you are mine?"

"W..what?" I was confused, shaken and a tad bit aroused, insane I know but I was so aroused by his jealousy, he was jealous about me, that has never happened to me, and though I tried really hard to think which male he has seen me with I recalled none, I hadn't so much as kissed a male today.

"You heard me, I saw you hugging that Potter boy today in the great hall at breakfast, I won't stand for this Sirius, I don't care what you did before me but now you have me and there won't be a need for any other, you know that only I can give you what you really need." With these final words he claimed my lips forcefully, I moaned loudly around his ferocious tongue, not bothering to deny him entrance to my mouth, his tongue broke in and swept the inside of my mouth, leaving a tingling warmth over the caressed flesh before it sought my tongue, wrapping itself around mine and sucking, I moaned again, feeling his teeth biting into the soft skin of my lips, the familiar taste of cooper filled my mouth, as I tasted my own blood mingled with our saliva.

Before long he tore his mouth off of mine, and lowered his head to my neck where he bit and suckled every piece of flesh he could find, his hands tearing at my robes, until I stood naked before him, my hands, now released, remained above my head, as though it was agreed between us that this is how it should be.

I leaned back, moaning as his mouth left my now bruised neck and traveled down my exposed chest, kissing, licking and biting as it went, one nipple caught and tormented before he bit into my skin, I cried in pain and moaned when his tongue quickly soothed the ache, my second nipple received the same treatment, before he bit down towards my navel where he tongue fucked and bit at the delicate skin, only to stop there and rise to his feet, completely ignoring my now throbbing erection, his robes caressing it maddeningly as he rose up to me.

Moaning brokenly at the teasing gesture, I tried to push my hardness against his thigh desperately seeking some friction to ease the pounding of my blood, the beating of my heart, try to catch my breath, large firm hands quickly latched onto my hips and stilled them. I groaned in frustration.

"Not yet Sirius, you only get to come when I say you can" he whispered softly in my ear, chuckling, I felt his hands slowly lift up one of my thighs, exposing me to his hands, feeling slightly out of balanced I barely noticed the lubrication spell he cast on himself, and then he was lifting me up, pressing into me, I groaned in pain as he breached me in one brutal stroke, I was unprepared. He didn't wait for me to adjust, he drew back and slammed back into me, my hands dropped to his arms as I tried desperately to push him back, my fingernails biting into his skin, drawing blood red drops.

"Don't, slow down, it hurts" I gasped at him, and then he thrusted up once more, the angle changed and I felt pleasure pound into my body, my skin perspired, my heart jerked in my chest, the pleasure was so sharp as it mingled with the pain that it was almost too much, I felt myself harden once more, pressing against Bordian's half - exposed body, my head leaned back as the friction increased, the pleasure mounting as the pain receded to the back of my mind, this was torture, it was painful, I dug my nails deeper into Bordian's flesh, until he grunted with pain, his stroke inside of me faltered.

He pressed himself into me, pushing me up further into the wall, one hand grabbing onto both of mine, forcing them back above my head, holding them so rough I winced at the pain, but I was so consumed by this fire that burned within me, my flesh was smoldering, I felt possessed by him, his flesh pounding into me relentlessly, pressing against my prostate repeatedly, I could do no more than moan loudly, whispering his name, as I felt my body begin to tighten, his lips crashed into mine, without finesse or delicacy, taking over me, imitating the pounding rhythm of his hard flesh inside of my body, he roughly groaned, his breath exhaled on my lips, followed by the whispered sound "mine", I almost wished I was his, even though a part of me wanted to rebel, I was caught too deep into this, I was being swept away on this wave of pleasure I feared coming down more than riding it to it's finish.

When I finally reached my climax, I felt torn, my muscles tightened and then broke loose, my eyes shut, and my mind went black, I felt him thrust within me several more times, my muscles still spasming around him, drawing him deeper inside of me, he thrusted one last time and came, groaning loudly into my ear, teeth sinking into the juncture of my right shoulder.

"Mine"

We stood still for several minutes, just trying to catch our breath, my mind was a jumble of misunderstood thoughts and emotions, I dared not move for I knew my body will ache fiercely if I did, and I was still not ready to face what had just happened. For the first time in my life I was fucked, thoroughly fucked, inside as well as outside. Every other lover in my life have always treated me almost reverently, but this time I felt used, wrecked, broken and I was afraid to say that I enjoyed the treatment, my mind started worrying me with so many different scenarios, but it was all too late.

Bordian was the first to move as he slowly pulled out of me, I winced as my abused flesh felt once again the raw treatment it had just been receiving, letting go of my thigh, he pushed back from my body and straightened his robes, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

I tried to stand up, but found that my body was shivering, my legs unsteady, my thigh muscles cramped and aching, much like the rest of me, I already tried to figure out away to avoid sitting for the next few days, fat chance of that.

I picked up my torn robes, absentmindedly searching for my wand, and finally it was pushed into my distracted hands.

"here it is Sirius, let me fix your robes for you" said Bordian, his voice gentle, calm, as though any remains of the previous rage within him was consumed, much like me by the burning desire of only a few minutes ago, I nodded numbly, still coming to terms with what has just happened between us.

"Repairo" he whispered close to my ears, my senses reeled at his closeness, a part of me, deep inside trembled, I was slightly petrified by the violent way he took me but so excited. Do I like it rough? I wasn't sure, but it scared me, I felt very shaken and something inside of me made me feel unease with him, but I also knew that my sleeping with Bordian again was really inevitable.

"we need to clear this up, because I feel that you need to understand something, I will be faithful to you" I turned towards him, my voice trembled, but it had to be said, he had to know where we stand, and also I already knew that we will continue this thing, that I can't even name, is it a relationship? If so is it supposed to feel so volatile? Nothing seemed to fit or make sense, and I was wondering whether it was because of what had just happened or because I am still afraid to commit? Or really unwilling to? Or maybe it really isn't what I want and need? Maybe we really aren't right for each other?

Anyway, I wasn't sure that this is what he really wanted from me, maybe all he really wants from me is to be sexually faithful to him and if so than maybe that's all I really want myself.

"James and I are best friends, sometimes you will see me hug him, I might even kiss him sometimes, the same goes for Remus, they are my friends, you can't go into a jealous rage every time you see me with them, ok?" I held my breath hoping that he will understand, even though I already knew that if he didn't I would walk out of here, without a backward glance, until this happens again.

"ok" his voice was quiet and flat, I had to strain my ears to hear him, he looked almost sheepishly at the floor, shoulders slumped, I had never seen a grown man look so awkward as he did just then, but suddenly he straightened his shoulders and glanced straight into my eyes, his gaze once more fierce.

"But promise me Sirius, there will be no one else, but me, do you understand? I don't share Sirius; I want you to respect that"

And that was it, he never said he was sorry, nor did he ask me if I felt any pain from the brutal sex we shared, and I in return never spoke of this agreement between us.

As promised by both of us, I stayed faithful and he looked away whenever James causally slung his arms around my shoulders and Remus ran his delicate, slender fingers through my wind tousled hair.

But sometimes, no matter how hard we try things still manage to get awfully complicated. I never thought things could get worse than this.

Remus' p.o.v

I can smell his scent on Sirius, smell his presence all around me, in our dormitories, in classes, in the great hall, sometimes I even catch a whiff of it from Sirius when we all sit together beneath his apple tree, and it's slowly driving me mad.

It is only 3 days till the full moon, and if I hadn't smelled him on Sirius I might have not even guessed that something has happened between them, but I did.

My senses are so sharp and the wolf within me slowly begins to pick in to my conscious mind, demanding Sirius and this interloper's blood and I knew this full moon might be harder than any other before it.

Was it a relationship between them? Was Sirius in love with him? Why else would he be seeing so much of him?

I wish I knew, but not knowing is worse than knowing, and Sirius still acts no different, he has even fooled James into this innocent act of celibacy, or maybe James is still too caught up in Lily to really notice.

Either way the "relationship" if one could call it that, didn't look very healthy to me, Professor Cambridge's stares during classes and dinner times were always so fierce, as though he was just waiting to see Sirius cheating on him. I wished he would and this thing will quickly end, but surprisingly enough, or maybe not really that surprising, considering Siri has always been a very loyal person and friend, why should his love life be any different? but either way I wished I could have been the one so lucky to receive this precious gift of his heart and body, but it was not meant for me, I fought my wolf quietly within, trying to tame him with my rational mind, but so close to the full moon, I really had no chance.

I had already decided that since I am Sirius' friend and even though I know of this completely inappropriate relationship between him and our new Professor, I will not say a word to any one not even James, who really should have known better, if he could pay a bit of attention to his best mate.

Sirius and I were walking down the hall that day, laughing quietly to each other at James fascination with Lily Evans, when I feel a presence coming closer to us, and I smell a most disgusting yet familiar smell of one very interesting Slytherin, one that I knew had already left Hogwarts several years ago, Lucius Malfoy.

"Well, Sirius Black, my my how you have changed since I last laid my eyes on you" his voice was perfectly moderated, but the current of desire that made his voice sound more raspy was undeniable.

Malfoy had graduated from Hogwarts when we had finished our 3rd year, by then Sirius had already managed to snare quite a bit of hearts, he had already begun maturing into the beautiful boy that he now is and many of course took notice, I had no idea Malfoy also did, especially since Sirius was a muggle-born wizard, a bright and talented one but still a muggle- born which Slytherins usually find quite appalling.

Sirius, and I give him credit where credit is due, was very calm, was he ignoring the lust I heard in Malfoy's voice or was he simply unaware of it, which I thought was quite impossible.

"Malfoy, fancy running into you at Hogwarts of all places, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Sirius questioned the hint of sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.

"I was wondering Black, whether you will care to join me for dinner in Hogsmead tonight, and we can catch up on some old time?"

Sirius and I were both quite shocked, what was Malfoy up to?

"Pardon me Malfoy, but I am afraid I will have to decline you generous offer, simply because I cannot sneak out of school, you do understand, right? Well we had best be off, potions is about to begin and surely you know how Professor Glith is about late Gryffindors, do take care now, bye"

Sirius was a professional through and through, he left Malfoy bumbling awkwardly behind us, a smile gracing his sensuous lips as he grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me towards the classroom, both of us beginning to snicker like two naughty children.

"Can you believe the nerve of him, Re? Unbelievable, has the world gone insane?" Sirius exclaimed laughingly in my ear, his hot breath caressing my ear lobe and sending a shiver down my spine, I fought not to gasp with pleasure.

"I know, I was as amazed as you pads. Is there anyone who doesn't fancy you? I wonder"

"Oh you know that's not true, James doesn't and neither do you, or Peter for that matter" said Sirius offhandedly.

I gulped and answered quietly "maybe Peter doesn't think he has a chance with you? Maybe we all feel that way?" I spoke quietly, maybe to myself, maybe to him, my eyes downcast.

Sirius glanced sharply and was about to respond before someone interfered.

"Shouldn't you both be making your way to class?" a fierce stern voice spoke calmly beside us, we both jumped and turned towards the speaker.

Professor Cambridge stared at us questioningly, but one couldn't mistake the fire that burned in his eyes for Siri, I would have to be blind to miss it.

Sirius and "him" stared at each other for a bit before Sirius spoke softly to me.

"Get on to class Rem, I'll see you in a bit, I promise" he than broke his stare with our professor to smile reassuringly at me.

Against my will I walked off to class my mind in turmoil, this was serious (no pun intended).

Bordian's p.o.v

"Hello my gorgeous lad, who was the handsome man I saw you speak to before? What did he want from you?" I asked, my mind already on who he was talking to, that young man seemed to know him and worse he seemed to want him, but Sirius was mine and I hated the thought of having to share him more than any other thing in the world.

"a former student who apparently has a slight crush on me, but you need not worry I turned him down, I won't break my promise to you, I swear" he was so nervous around me these days, and I could understand that, but what happened happened and though we still had sex at almost a regular basis, of once every couple of days, the most we both could go without, I still deep inside wanted to be more rough with him, he was so pretty that I wanted to break him and keep him all to myself, having to share him with his friends proved to be such a hassle to me that I almost thought of telling him to break it off with his friends, I want to possess him, make him mine, forever.

I usher him quickly into an empty classroom, Sirius, getting my intention quickly spells the door locked while I put on a silencing charm on the room.

I turn to him and pull him into my arms gently kissing his upturned head, before my lips trail downward towards his slightly open saliva slicked lips, I breath across them feeling more than seeing him close his eyes and shudder in my arms, I lose control of myself when I realize just how wanton he really is, how much he desires me. The mere thought of it makes me harden in my robes, and makes me even happier that I hadn't bothered to wear any underpants today.

I press my lips against his, as well as my body hard against his, I feel him moan as I rub my already hard member against his clothed thigh, and feel his answering erection rub across my clothed thigh in return.

What is it about Sirius that makes my body act as though I myself am sixteen again?

Not bothering to think about the reason for my suddenly insatiable sexual drive, I delve my tongue between those beautiful needy lips, and lose myself to the mindless hunger within me,

Sirius' tongue meets mine and we tangle them together, slowly I feel the soft sucking pressure of him sucking on my tongue, moaning around the wet flesh in his mouth, the vibrations of his moans wet my mouth and I can't help but imagine him down on his knees before me, his mouth hugging my firm flesh as he worships me with those luscious lips and agile tongue.

I break our kiss, and look at his eyes; my breath still irregular from my arousal, Sirius pants softly, his breath fans across my neck.

"I want you to drop to your knees before me Sirius, and service me with that beautiful mouth of yours" I tell him of my wish, my voice almost trembling from the power of my arousal.

Sirius eyes drop to the floor, his cheeks are flushed with arousal, long feminine black lashes caress his cheeks, making him look suddenly demure and alluring before he licks his swollen puffy red lips, and makes my heart race with anxious desire, I need that mouth around my flesh, sucking, licking, swallowing, I need it more than air to breath.

He drops to his knees before me, hands already unbuttoning my robes, pulling at the buckle of my pants and finally unzipping my cock from its confinement, he glances up and looks at me coyly.

"No underpants I see.. I approve" he breaths on my heated flesh, licking a stripe across my tip with his moist tongue.

He breaths my scent, before rubbing his lips across the sides, pressing small butterfly kisses all over my manhood, before reaching the tip and sucking it into his warm mouth.

I groan out loud at the pleasure, murmuring Sirius' name, my hands travel down and tangle in his silky black-blue curls, massaging his scalp and trying to push myself deeper into that tormenting wet heat.

I groan once more this time at the teasing nature of his suction, as he slowly licks unknown patterns on the underside and across the vein, before sucking the head back into his mouth, tongue twirling and swiping across leisurely.

He smirked at my groan, before swallowing my full length down his throat, his cheeks hollow as he slowly begins to deep throat me, his lips sliding up and down across my hard flesh, the friction increase with each minute, I can no longer contain my cries of pleasure and I abandon the thought of doing so, as there are so many other great sensations to experience.

My hips begin to thrust back into his mouth, Sirius doesn't even lose his rhythm, I increase the speed of my thrusts and the force and watch as myself disappears and reappears from between those amazingly soft lips, I watch as his mouth chases after my hardness when it leaves and opens up as it returns, I feel the incredible snugness created by his lips and cheek muscles and am once more enthralled by the lust that I see brightening his eyes, he is so beautiful.

Finally I grab his head forcibly, my hands almost tearing at his beautiful black blue mane and plunge deep inside his mouth, I feel the muscles of his throat swallow around me and I can't stop myself, I can't hold back, the pleasure is so urgent and demanding, I give into it willingly, as my body begins to shake with my repressed release, my skin sweaty and hot, my blood pounding in my temples, heart racing, I need to cum now.

I thrust back inside once more before; I cum, splinter into pieces, my voice hoarse from my screams, my muscles clamped so hard, I fear to take another breath, and then I fall.

My eyes close and I slip out of Sirius' mouth, his tongue caress my tingling sated flesh, I lean back at the Professor's table behind me and catch my breath.

Sirius stands up on shaky legs, his is manner agitated as his erection is paining him greatly, but we have no time for this, Sirius is already 10 minutes late for class and I need to get back to my office to prepare for my next lesson.

I lean towards him, my mouth pressing against his lips, still swollen from the pleasure he gave me and I kiss him almost chastely.

"I promise we will take care of this later, but now you must get to class" I tell him, my right hand tormenting his trapped erection, massaging him through his school robes.

"Oh… I can't go to class like this Bordian, I can't think like this" he moans at me, his body trembling.

I relent and quickly unbuckle his trousers and slip my hands inside, catching my prize, and stroking, my movements are raw and i spend no time caressing him, simply trying to get him off, he pants into my ears, his body weight leaning onto mine, as he begins to climax, he moans into my ear, his hands grasp my forearms as he hangs on, I press my lips to his forehead and kiss the sweaty skin of his temple.

And then his hands' grasp tightens almost painfully on my forearms and I feel him swell in my hands, I can tell he is very close to cuming and I stroke him harder, satisfied when his whole body goes rigid, and then he is climaxing, he moans out loud, my name a hoarse cry on his breath, and I feel myself begin to harden again.

his body collapses against mine and his lips close on mine.

We kiss softly, teeth nipping gently at each other's lips, and than he smiles at me, sated and I can't help but smile back.

I help him clean himself and we both fix our clothes before we kiss one more time and depart, we take off the charms on the classroom and Sirius is the first one to leave, he walks out casually, head turning back to wink teasingly at me, hips swaying sensually as he walks, I smirk and wait several more minutes before I too make my way back to my office.

And I still can't bring myself to regret a moment of the time I have spent with him, something this good just can't be wrong, it can't, I won't let it be.

Of beauty – chapter 10: things get really bad with the professor and finally a kiss between Rem and Siri, I know you were all waiting to see that, so I'm finally being generous, too bad I have no prediction of when this chapter might be finished!

As you all remember this is the "softer" version of this episode, if you want the NC-17 it's on feel free to check it out, I must say the changes are not that big, but suit yourselves!

Please read and review, even though I have been mean and I have taken a long time to finish this, but I did stay up till 2:15 am just to get it ready when I have to start uni tomorrow at 9am, so pretty please?