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A/N: Arg! I'm so unsure about this chapter. The choppiness and constant change is derived from indecision. So... please be patient with me!
Chapter Five: Truth Be Told
He had made sure breakfast was warm and entirely unexotic. But the boy still wouldn't touch anything. Sirius had gone so far as to leave the toast dry, the milk untainted by swirls of cinnamon, and that was it. There was nothing else at all. And for some reason, he felt obligated to suffer along and scarf down the bland meal if need be. Yet he felt pressured not to eat either, and that annoyed him. Usually he wouldn't be bothered, but things had changed. He wasn't the defiant one anymore. The tables had turned a full three-sixty. This new authority bestowed upon him by unpredicted circumstances was just wearing off the glitter of that rush, and leaving behind a stark downer. Responsibility grew, and knowing that there was no supervision made Sirius nervous. That, of course, made him feel old. For the firt time in his life he was disdaining no supervision.
The fire was crackling away in the stove, spitting jumping spots of light over the cots; Draco's unslept in, Sirius's a mass of sheets and blankets in a tangle. For three nights, since Remus left, the boy hadn't slept. He hadn't spoken either, nor looked up from the floor. Sirius figured he was trying to make himself invisible. The boy had regressed back to his former state of wary silence, after going through the full cycle: quiet, defiant, obnoxious, defiant, quiet. But that wasn't going to work. And neither was this weak vie for death by starvation.
"Eat."
As had become the norm, Draco didn't respond. Sirius leaned out of his chair and pushed the plate of toast closer to the silent figure, his own stomach grumbling impatiently. But Draco still didn't move.
"Either your hand or my hand is going to get that food in your mouth."
Slowly, Draco lifted his head, feeling every muscle in his neck creak from disuse. His eyeballs felt heavy and dry in their sockets, each blaring vein throbbing with unrest. "Not hungry." His voice was like old parchment.
"We've already established that 'No' is not an answer I particularly appreciate. Now eat."
"I'll just throw it up."
"You'll keep it down."
"You can't make-" He stopped, and wisely. But he'd gone too far already; Sirius was on his feet and standing beside him instantaneously. Draco winced, and reached forward with a shaking hand to pick up the piece of stiff toast. He put it to his lips, nauseated by the dry smell. Sirius's stomach was nearly against his elbow, and with wooden resolve, he took a mealy bite.
"That's a good boy," Sirius cooed.
When the wizard turned away from him, Draco spit the bite out and crushed the bread in his hand, crumbs spraying from the spaces between his fingers.
If the boy got too angry, than the cycle would start all over again. Enough time had passed, Sirius decided. Three days since the interesting turn of events seemed ample space for each of them to adapt. Admittedly, learning that he had complete authority in this situation was much easier to swallow than what the brat had to digest, but there was still the fact that he told Remus headway had been made. So now he had twice the ground to cover before Remus decided to visit them again.
He was hesitant though. Over the past three days, Sirius had spent more time outside drawing, keeping his distance from the boy. There was a darker side to this, a side he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control. Anger held center stage at times, when he looked at Malfoy and remembered all of those nasty things, and tortuously appealing things as well. Desire, lust. Mulling over all those opportunities when he could have accepted the boy's forged offer, now that he knew there existed no consequence. He wouldn't think about that. There are demons in everyone's closet. His were deep, his were layered and secret. Sometimes, recently most of all, he thought of how wrong he was for this job. And sometimes, less frequent, he felt glad for this rare chance. Draco looked exactly like his father, and those demons in the closet were restless.
But Sirius didn't want those demons to surface unprovoked. To justify his willingness to loose them, he used Draco as an excuse. That excuse was already paid in full by this time, and Sirius wanted to exploit the advantage he had scored. And yet the boy had relapsed, becoming an empty thing again. There was prior shame stinking up the demon's unrest. Sirius still needed a reason to go off. It was wrong, it was low, it was Slytherin-like. But Sirius had his reasons, and his justifications. Draco had to do something, and he'd have him. There was still a button left, unlabeled, set on hair-trigger.
"This quiet can't go on forever. It's amazing to think you still have nothing to say." He grabbed the back of Draco's chair and turned it sharply, walking back around to his front. "Now the questions start."
Immediately Draco seemed to shut down. His jaw tightened even more, bringing light to a vein on his forehead; his eyes became intensely focused on the floor. In his lap, his white hands were twined together. Like a snake coiling up into itself, venom collecting in its fangs.
"A few practice queries to start sounds right." He leaned back in the chair he had pulled up, arms crossed behind his head. "Who is your father?" He just wanted to see that name on those lips. The demons stirred.
"Your infatuation."
That last button clicked, and Sirius grinned. "Still the know-it-all. I'm glad, I was starting to miss that side of you. Please, indulge me."
"You'd like that wouldn't you? Just because my father never did." He flinched when Sirius shifted, a hot shade of red creeping over his face. "Don't think I am in the dark, Black. You're waiting to use me in my father's place, only because I have no choice. But I'll fight you, because you're pathetic."
"Here you are, with no control," Sirius mused, reaching forward and unabashedly undoing the buttons down Draco's shirt, "telling me I'm pathetic. And it's just more amusing than ever before."
His wiry fingers dug into Sirius's wrists, tearing them away, ripping the last few buttons of his shirt off entirely. "I still have control."
Sirius devoured the sight of Draco's exposed flesh, as the shirt slid off his shoulders. "Then you have an odd sense of control."
"I wouldn't assume, Sirius," Draco whispered. "I'm a Malfoy, if you recall. We are always in control."
"What is it you have up your sleeve this time?" He pulled the shirt from the boy's body and jokingly shook it, "I don't see anything."
"Then look closer, Sirius." Draco drew his hands over his torso, Sirius going still, enamored. "Though only looking isn't fun for anybody, is it?" Trembling, Draco swallowed uneasily. Catching his shallow breath, breaching the divide between him and Sirius, he pressed himself to the older wizard, littering his face with soft butterfly kisses, hands tugging at the hem of Sirius's worn sweater.
Just like the first jolting change in the blond boy, the same triple decker knight bus slammed into Sirius, knocking the wind out of him. Finding his feet, the Auror covered Draco's mouth firmly. "I don't even know how to ask."
"Then be quiet, Sirius. Mouths aren't only for talking."
"Stop."
"Let me do this-"
"This is your control? I-" he was cut off sharply as a strong hand dove between his legs and suddenly a hot mouth was pushing against his, fingers tearing at the fastenings on his pants. His eyes were wide with surprise, and the fact that he was feeling sensations that had been absent for a shamefully long time kept those lids apart equally. And though he would have gladly shut them and participated in this unexpected bliss, Sirius shoved the young wizard off him.
He fell back onto the floor, his mouth red and his cheeks glowing.
"Catch your breath, Draco, because you have some explaining to do."
"Why are you so confusing!?" Draco yelled, tears leaping to his eyes. "Stop toying with me."
"Toying- me with you?" That eight galleons seemed to be getting lighter and lighter. "You have your breath now?- explain."
"There is no explanation. The only thing that matters is you're getting what you want."
"And of course my happiness has always been top priority on your list. Why, that makes perfect sense, Malfoy."
"Who cares." He got to his feet. "I'm here, you can have me."
"That damned cycle."
"What?" Draco looked nervous.
"Oh, nothing."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"You're shaking."
"Anticipation, Sirius." A familiar demure look seeped into his eyes, but it was hollow. "No one's coming- but we can change that." He seemed to wince at his own words. "Don't you want me?"
"Ah." Sirius shook his head, laughing into his hands. "I see what you're doing. Very clever. For a moment I was beginning to doubt you're Malfoyness."
He looked even more nervous, almost haggard. "What?"
"I'm still in control. Don't try to twist my logic. I do what I want."
"And I'm only encouraging you, Sirius."
"Just like the first time you pulled this stunt? It won't work, not this time."
"Sirius," he begged.
But Sirius grabbed him and pulled him close, shutting his mouth with his. Draco went limp in his arms, opening his mouth and-
"What are you doing!?"
Draco stumbled back, blinking. "I'm giving you what you want."
"This is too much," Sirius stated. "I'm going out in the cold. And don't you even think about manipulating that into some twisted take on sex-"
"No, Sirius," Draco fell to his knees. "Listen to me."
"No. You've poisoned my mind. I always should keep in mind not to trust a Malfoy. Sacrilegious people are never to be trusted."
"Sacri-" Draco shook his head.
"That's enough! I'm going outside-" Sirius jabbed his finger at the door, "And you're not going to follow me with your lascivious self!" With that, he stormed outside, slamming the door shut behind him.
Draco sat in silence, numb and still shaking. "Whatever it takes," he whispered. As long as Sirius's mind was off the issue of questioning, Draco was satisfied. If he could hold off Sirius somehow, than the Auror would be replaced. But what he was prepared to do was terrifying him. Luckily, the man reacted the way he did; that gave Draco time. But the wizard would return, perhaps with a different attitude towards Draco's offer. The boy lifted a quaking hand to his face. "Whatever it takes," he repeated, and began to strip.
After several hours of pacing, until his feet turned into stones and he fell onto his face, Sirius decided to approach the confounding brat again and teach him something about who was in charge.
"Listen-" he thundered, bursting in through the door "- I'm the one in charge here and whatever scheme you-" He stopped dead. "I- I..."
"Actions speak louder than words, Sirius," Draco purred huskily, lying back on Sirius's cot, "And I'm cold."
Coughing, Sirius choked out, "Some clothes might help that."
"You don't want me in clothes, Sirius. You want me naked in bed, and here I am." He turned his body slightly, and the sheets tangled around his legs came loose. Sirius took a step back.
"I don't understand."
"Come to bed, Sirius."
"Not until I get some answers."
"Sirius."
"I know I've asked this before, but what screw is loose in your head?"
"I'm giving you what you want."
"Well, I'm not taking it. You have something in mind."
"The only thing on my mind is that when I grabbed you, I felt something hard. And I'm specifically tempting that part of you."
"Why? You're bluntness has suddenly disappeared, right at a time when I could appreciate it."
"Then I will be blunt. You fuck me, and that buys me time."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "That is blunt." "And hopefully appealing."
Running his fingers appraisingly over Draco's thigh, his eyes piercing, his smile sensual, Sirius said smoothly, "Now I'll be blunt: there is no way in hell I'm buying that. I have a job to do, and whether you do what I want willingly, or unwillingly; I get what I need. Without consent required." He roughly tore the sheets away. Draco gasped, his whole body constricting. "It's awfully sweet of you to save me the trouble of wrestling you out of your clothes."
His breath swept out of him, and Draco gasped, trying to retrieve it. He'd been so sure it would work.
"Why in the world are you looking so surprised? It turns out the same, except that I'll be doing my job. And, of course, you'll be doing jobs as well."
"Like hell, Black." He started to rise, but Sirius planted a hand right in the middle of his chest, knocking him back down, and following with his whole body. It felt like the air was being crushed out of him, and Draco beat his fists against Sirius's chest. "Get the hell off me!"
"Questions first. Easy ones, like why you were shaking before?"
"That was all in your mind."
"You're shaking right now."
"That's only because you weigh a ton. I'm worried about getting crushed."
Sirius chuckled, and ground his hips into Draco's, forcing the boy to look at him as he tried to turn away. "Why were you shaking?"
"I wasn't shaking."
He grabbed a thin wrist and held it up. All the way to the tips of the white fingers, Draco was trembling. Sirius met his lowered eyes. "Are you scared of me?"
"You couldn't scare a fly if you tried, Black. It's cold out."
"Let me warm you up."
"I'd rather throw myself into the fire."
"You change your tune awfully fast."
"Circumstances have changed."
"We'll see." Sirius laid his hand flat against Draco's belly, gently stroking it. The boy pressed his head back into the pillow, jaw tightening. A light dawned in Sirius's head. He'd been in this position before, back in school- he couldn't remember the boy's name. "What if I promised you would enjoy yourself?"
"Are you mocking me?"
"Are you saving yourself for someone? Because referring to past behaviors, anyone can count."
Draco tensed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Just say it."
"I have nothing to say." He relaxed a little.
"This talk won't go on forever, so there's no reason you should be relaxing. Not when you're lying naked here." His hand traveled lower.
"No-"
"Just say it."
"I don't know-"
"Yes, you do. That slimy bastard Pettigrew had been right when he told you I was a flirt back in school. And I did use the Shrieking Shack for my... entertainment. I was a learned lover, you could say. I knew things, I could sense things about people right off, at first glance." Fingers twining in the boy's hair, Sirius continued. "It's been a while, and I'm rusty. That's why it took me so long to see through you. Before, when you thought you'd had me, when you and I both thought that the Aurors were watching-" He broke off. Draco knew, he could see it in his eyes. "Now say it." He began kissing down Draco's torso, lower, and lower. The boy was taught as a wire, and he slowly drew his hand over the milky thighs. Then, smirking, he shoved Draco's legs apart.
"I never thought anything would happen! I figured the Aurors would come before you could do anything to me. But now..."
"Absolutely right."
"You're cruel."
"And you're a virgin."
"You think you can use that against me."
"Absolutely, positively right."
"I hate you."
"I've heard that tune before. Never liked it much."
"Please stop."
"Getting impatient, want me to just get it over with?"
"No! Just... stop a second."
"Was Malfoy Manor the last stronghold on your side?"
"Not a literal second. I meant more like a couple minutes."
"You seem to know a lot for a virgin." Shifting, Sirius lay beside the boy, his arm going around his waist.
"I did go to school. With other adolescents."
"Reasonable excuse. Now, we can do this with the thought trackers, or without. And since you don't seem to be a fan of wearing anything, I'm guessing you'd rather just battle it out orally."
"I thought you were giving me a few minutes."
"It's been a few minutes," Sirius murmured, dragging Draco's face over and kissing him deeply. And nothing had ever tasted so good. He opened his mouth wider, and to his pleasant surprise, Draco complied, their tongues massaging hotly. It lasted longer than Sirius could have hoped, Draco putting up a worthy effort to keep up. His inexperience seemed so apparent now, but that only made Sirius want him more. He'd been the teacher before, and it was all coming back now. It was his favorite role.
All that yelling had been for nothing, Draco decided. Sirius seemed to be enjoying himself, and as long as he occupied the wizard's mouth, questions couldn't.
A/N: Yes, a sudden ending--I know. The next chapter will start virtually right where this one ends. But I had to stop. As you can probably tell, I am as confused as Draco and Sirius! This story is becoming more and more like Hansel and Gretel without the breadcrumbs. Hope you guys can hang on for all the twists and turns, I have a distinct feeling those won't be going away. And suggestions are more welcome now then ever before!!
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