Title: Mine
Rating: G
Summary: One-Shot. Sirius receives a gift from his lover that leaves him speechless. SLASH.
Disclaimer: Don't own HP, or the characters, yadda-yadda.
Authors Note: Something about my mom's house screams "WRITE A SIRIUS FAN FICTION!" I wrote this while visiting my mommy, when she rested and took a nap. As usual (for me), it's just something short, since I was cooking at the same time.
Sirius Orion Black was speechless. Honest to Merlin, the usually gabby boy was unable to choke out a single vowel. He'd tried, but it had sounded as though he'd swallowed something dreadfully wrong, so he'd stopped. In its stead, the teenage wizard was now doing his best impression of a smiling goldfish, complete with wide-eyes and misshapen grin. It followed that now he looked as though he had just seen something dreadfully wrong. He hadn't, of course. It was just that what he was seeing was so amazingly right he could scarcely believe it was there.
A brand new, fire and ebony motorcycle. "It flies, too," his lover supplied. Okay, so it was a brand new, flying, fire and ebony motorcycle. Merlin. It was, quite clearly, the best gift the dark-haired boy had ever been given. As Sirius struggled to return his mind to it's proper place, and his eyes to theirs, the trees shifted, allowing the sunlight to catch the metal gears at just the right angle. It glittered majestically.
"Egugh!" Black exclaimed longingly as he lurched forward. He stumbled and staggered towards his new machine, embracing it as fondly as any lover in the flesh. After several moments of this and a few more of fondling it, Sirius crept on top. His hands, complete with the Black family crest, clung to the auto-grip handlebars. Sirius closed his eyes, and the boy found himself for a moment on the verge of tears, clinging to his very own version of Zion. "A-and it flies?" he croaked, voice still stumbling and eyes still shut.
The other boy, his lover, nodded. It took him a few minutes to realize Sirius wasn't watching him, so than he squeaked, "Yes. D-do you like it?"
Inside his chest, Sirius' heart skipped several beats under the intense pressure. Of course he liked it. He loved it. He'd wanted his own bike ever since he'd been a child and his parents would mock the fools with such noisy and classless machines. But how could Peter afford it? His eyes flew open and he examined the metal running down the handlebars to the seat as he realized Peter didn't have enough money for all of this. He could barely afford his own schoolbooks and robes.
Then again, Sirius' lover had been sneaking out a lot. To places none of his friends could discover. Remembering this, guilt fought inside him. He'd been hurt at his lover's sudden cold turn, but now he knew it had all been for him. Spare jobs, it had to have been. For him. For Sirius Orion Black, a boy his family wouldn't have given the time of day. As the intense urge to let some salty tears escape swelled, Sirius pitched forward, stumbling slightly off the motorcycle. No, off of his motorcycle.
Peter was there to catch him, of course. He always was. And Sirius held him, feeling safe and at peace. The dark boy held the pale one, and felt loved, letting a few things that Sirius would swear later were NOT tears, fall, and knowing that as long as Peter was with him, the rest of the world could collapse around him and he'd never care.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Please R & R. Flames will be used instead of gas for heating, since flames are cheaper and easier to get ;).