Early one morning, Harry once again found himself emptying his guts into the toilet. He felt a wet cloth to his forehead and looked up to see Sirius standing over him smiling. More nausea hit him and he quickly looked back to the toilet, violently vomiting until he was reduced to merely dry retching.

When he was finally sure it was over, he broke down sobbing. Sirius's arms wrapped round him.

"Hey, you can't cry now, not on such a special day." He said and Harry chuckled. "Eighteen years today. Wow."

"What's wow about it?"

"It just occurred to me that I'm getting old." He replied helping Harry to his feet and putting an arm round him.

"Thirty six is not old." Harry said laughing as they walked out the bathroom.

"By the time you're thirty six, I'll be all gray and wrinkly." He said shriveling his nose up at the thought of looking like Dumbledore. "Then you're going to run off with someone your own age."

"Why would I ever do that? You know I have a thing for older men anyway." Sirius nearly gagged, remembering about three months ago.

flashback

"So it was just a fling?" Peter asked as they sat at the table in the Potter's kitchen. Him and Remus were still trying to figure out who the father of Crosby, who was currently in Lily's arms, giggling as he watched her make dinner. Frankly, Sirius thought if they hadn't figured it out now, they never would. Older, handsome, player, friend of a friend. There might as well be a big neon sign pointing to him.

"If you put it that way, yes." Harry said absent mindedly as Jack tried to chew on the book he was supposed to be reading to him.

"Like Draco then?" Harry pulled the book away from Jack and put it on the table and Jack decided to take the glasses residing on the table and stuff those into his mouth instead.

"Don't be stupid Peter, flings don't last a year." Sirius said and Harry sighed, rubbing his left eye with the back of his hand.

"It was never meant to last that long with him, it was meant to be a temporary compromise for both of us. Feelings, just got in the way of it."

"But why him of all people? Why not a Gryffindor boy? Or even a Ravenclaw?" James asked and a smile tugged at Harry's lips.

"I've tried Gryffindors before am frankly, I'm not just going to sit around the common when there are so much better places to be doing better things." He said, a naughtily seductive glint in his eyes. "Besides, Slytherins have a certain, thing about them,"

"Well, at least it's not the professors you're going for, or that'd cause hell," Remus said and everyone except for Harry laughed. Instead he just blushed and looked at the table. James stopped as it dawned on him.

"It can't be Dumbledore or Flitwick, oh god, no," He said, paling, "You're not, seeing, Snape of all people."

"Of course not," James relaxed. "He didn't want to lose his job and I don't want to be expelled so we both agreed to wait till after school finishes"

All laughter stopped and the only sound was James hitting the floor in a dead faint."

end flashback

Sirius still shuddered at the memory of the fight that had followed.

"Besides, they say the key to a good life is getting yourself a sugar daddy."


Harry laughed as he hung on Sirius's arm that night as they walked out of the movie theatre. They had gone shopping this morning taking Crosby with them and then left himwith Mrs. Tout to spend a night out in muggle London celebrating Harry's eighteenth birthday.

"What happened at the end?" Harry asked after a while and Sirius frowned.

"You were right there, how could you not know?" Sirius asked him in disbelief.

"Well, it's hard to watch with a tongue down your throat."

"And I would know the ending then because why?" He laughed and Harry sighed and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Where to next Captain?" He said and Sirius smiled and led him down the street and around a corner.

"One more surprise for you." He said and led him into a brightly-lit building. Harry looked around and his eyes widened.

"Sirius. As much as would like it, I don't it's healthy for me to get another tattoo at the moment." He whispered to him.

"You're not getting one, I am."

Sirius lay shirtless on the table waiting for the artist to come, his hand clutching Harry's as he sat in the chair next to him reading a magazine.

"How much exactly does this hurt?" He asked Harry, who put the magazine down next to him.

"A bit, but it hurt more when she tried to scrub it off."

"Well, let's have a look then." Sirius said and Harry stood up, turned his back to Sirius and lifted up his shirt.

Flashback

As they apperated into the living room of James's house one afternoon, the former marauders winced at the familiar screams of pain. They all looked at each other and with no words, withdrew their wands and cautiously went upstairs. The screams seemed to be coming from the bathroom between Harry and Jack's rooms.

James and Sirius were the first by the door and held up their wands, nodded to each other and kicked the door open. Instead of finding what they thought, they saw Harry gripping the sink screaming, Lily scrubbing at something on his lower back.

"No more please, have mercy, stop please mum," the fifteen year old pleaded with her.

"Lily, what are you doing?" James asked nervously.

"She's gone insane," Harry called out to him and as soon as Lily stopped, turned around so his back was towards the sink..

"Shut it Harry, you're in enough trouble already." She snapped at him. She dragged James forward and with a great amount of strength, flipped Harry around again.

Through the soap, James saw a black mark with the skin all around it red. "What is it?" He asked her and poked it, making Harry scream.

"Your son decided that today he was going to be rebellious and get a muggle tattoo of all things." She said and started scrubbing again despite Harry's cries. "And I thought those places at least requested parental permission first." She shook her head.

"Well, they do, but godfathers count as guardians to them." He growled and Lilt stopped and turned to Sirius, who disappeared from the room in a flash, Lily following him. Harry turned around again breathing deeply, his face sweaty and paler than normal.

"It was not even rebellion, it was something I've wanted for a while. I wrote to Sirius weeks ago since she'd say no anyway. She decided to burst into my room and saw it. She's been trying to scrub it off since."

"Please tell me you at least got a decent design." James said and they looked at his back as he turned slightly, still cautious as if they were going to take off where Lily had left off. It was the head of a lion flanked by red decorations around it and the word 'gryffindor' shining in black ink under it. Another scream filled the air and everyone winced.

"Shall we go save Sirius now?" Remus asked and they walked out the room downstairs. Once Harry was sure they were gone he rushed into his own room, locking it and pushing the dresser in front of the door in case.

End flashback

The artist came in and Harry let his shirt fall before sitting back next to his fiancé, knowing the next hour or so wouldn't be so pleasant for him.


Harry lay on Sirius that night, his head resting on the bare chest. Harry stared at the design and Sirius's hand ran through his hair and he looked up at him, his eyes filled with love.

"Now you're in my heart and on it." Sirius said and both fell asleep, hands clutched, skin on skin, the new ink on Sirius's skin glistening 'Harry' in the moonlight.


OK, it'this chapter has few unexpected thing, the HP/SS in it and the tattoo, but I've had it planned fora while so it fits in with the rest of my story. The next chapter will also have a shocking thing or to in it so be prepared...

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