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Puppy-Dog Eyes

Bill tried to concentrate on the patterns of sunlight, the sensation of the water, the discoloured grout between the big, square, black and white floor tiles. But his eyes were drawn to the man on the other side of the room whose tangled, dark hair threw the angular face into intriguing shadow, deepening the hollows in his cheeks. His gaze was fixed, intently, on Bill's body; his breathing was jagged; his cracked lips were wet; .

One pale, thin hand moved, disrupting Sirius' taut stillness. It flew to the front of his trousers, making Bill arousingly aware of the swelling there. The silence was broken by an animal noise that pulled at Bill somewhere deep within. His body wanted to respond, to mirror Black's action. He couldn't allow himself. It must still be possible to salvage some dignity, some virtue from this situation. He could still get dressed and go home. He imposed columns of figures onto his mind, forced his hand to push into his thigh to avoid his erection.

Sirius breathed out loudly. The sound made the numbers Disapparate. Bill felt as though he was breathing in Sirius' expelled air. It made him dizzy. And then the dark man moved again. Bill saw the faded denim framing the white skin, which surrounded the dark hair, but all he was aware of was the darkened flesh gripped by the white hand. And the hand moved.

The situation could no longer be salvaged. Being sensible or being virtuous were no longer options. Bill grasped his own shaft firmly and jerked his wrist up and down as fast and as hard as it would go.

Bill's eyelids closed, but not for long. He needed to drink in the image of Sirius near demented by lust. If he was going to sin, he wanted to sin properly; he wanted to regret perfection. Sirius was still clothed. Bill wanted to see every rib, every single jutting bone, every dark hair, every inch of sun-deprived skin.

When he opened his eyes again, Sirius seemed to be standing much closer than he had been before, as close as he had been when Bill had opened his eyes in the kitchen. But Bill didn't trust his own senses any more.

"Your clothes," Bill pleaded. He couldn't be the only naked one any more, it wasn't fair. He snatched at the faded rag of a shirt and was briefly surprised that its texture was silk. He tore it away.

Did time slow down or did Sirius really stand still? Then Bill felt a hot hand against him before everything heated up. He stared into those mesmerising deep eyes. Thought was fading rapidly. All he was certain of was the warmth of a body against his and the old feeling of another's cock in his hand, his cock in another's hand. His body knew what to do. He had no control any more.

Time passed, how much could not be judged. There was a sound, words that might have meant something, but Bill was beyond simple brain function, then the other body collapsed in noise and sticky heat. As they both slipped and landed on the bottom of the bath, he realised than Sirius must have climaxed. Bill lay trapped underneath him with warm water pouring into his eyes and mouth. He reached up to turn off the shower, but was not quite able to reach.

Instead he closed his eyes and mouth and wrapped the arm tight round the other man while he recovered. His shoulders and upper arms were surprisingly muscular. He was more wiry, less skinny than Bill had been imagining. Not that he should have been spending the last couple of months imagining Sirius naked. No wonder he'd ended up here.

Sirius swore and, waving a vague hand upwards, croaked, "Finite." The water stopped. Why hadn't Bill thought of that?

Sirius raised himself up on his arms and began speaking: "That was … it … I … Merlin!" was all he managed before bringing his mouth down onto Bill's for a gentle kiss.

Gentle was no good to Bill, though. He thrust his tongue energetically into the welcoming warm wetness. His aroused cock pressed into thigh muscle.

Sirius broke the kiss, causing a guttural noise of frustration in Bill's throat. Sirius crawled his way down Bill's body until the end of the bath stopped him. He swore again. Then he stood up, pulled at Bill's arms, summoned a towel onto the floor and dragged them both out of the bath and onto it.

Bill looked down his body to see Sirius' head hovering over his groin. Bill had been in this position enough times before to think he knew what was coming next. Thank Merlin! He was right. He felt his prick being surrounded by Sirius' mouth and surrendered again to pure sensation. Unconsciously, his fingers played over the sculpture of Sirius' face, along sharp cheekbones, into the cheeks below - even more hollowed out than usual.

After one of the most intense orgasms of his life, Bill lay still, breathing deeply, shivering with a mixture of over-wrought nerves and exposed, wet skin. Sirius came back for another gentle kiss and this time it was just right. Fingers ran through Bill's wet hair.

Bill stopped kissing and sat up. He had to pull himself together. How had he allowed that to happen? He needed to report back to Gringott's. Was it too late? What the hell time was it anyway? How long had he been here? His mother was expecting him home for supper. He was seeing Fleur later. And what on earth was it that had happened at The Bank of England that he was meant to be reporting back on?

Bill cast a drying charm on himself and then remembered to cast one on Sirius, too. He summoned his clothes and dressed. His tie and jacket must still be in the kitchen, he'd need them.

He ruffled a hand half-heartedly through Sirius' dank tangle of hair. The other man was looking at him strangely, eyes wide as though he were scared of something, but the rest of his face expressionless.

"Best be off then," Bill said.

"Was that OK?" Sirius asked. "Are you OK?"

"That was great. I mean, thanks, yeah. I enjoyed it. I'm expected, though. Somewhere else." Where depended on what time it was.

"See you!" There was an inflection in Black's delivery that might have made it a question.

"Sure. Order meeting on Friday. See you then." Bill walked to the bathroom door, then turned back.

Sirius sat cross-legged, still naked, on the once-white towel. His eyes were huge and focussed on the doorway.

"Don't tell anyone, will you?" Bill checked.

Sirius dropped his gaze and shook his head.

Bill hurried down the stairs.