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A Dog's Dinner

Not fair. Half of the fantasies that had been clogging Bill's brain up had involved Sirius on all-fours or bent over a piece of furniture. Stupid assumption. Based mostly on hope. Partly on Bill's usual taste in wizards. But he'd known full bloody well that Sirius wasn't like anyone else.

Not fair, but fantastic anyway, because the other half of the fantasies had been this shape: sixty-nine shaped; like the zodiac symbol for Cancer; a yin and yang with legs sticking out; like two men curled round each other, heads in each other's laps.

Bill sucked hard, tasting, licking, running his tongue over and round, pulling pleasured moans from deep inside Sirius. And could feel the vibrations of those sounds on his own cock, deep in the warm, wet cave of the other man's mouth. Bill's left fingers caressed testicles, his right hand pulsed squeezes round the shaft.

When Sirius' hips began bucking into him, he pulled his mouth off, slowed the pace, delivered teasing licks to the glossy head, sipping at salty stickiness. Then for a moment he froze, rendered immobile by the sensations created along the length of his own member. With a frustrated grunt, Sirius pushed himself against Bill's jaw, Bill opened his mouth and filled it, clamped his tongue round and moved his head up and down. Fast.

He felt the warning twitches and held the prick in place, then swallowed the thick, savoury cream. Briefly, they were both still before Sirius started working on Bill's pleasure again. A few minutes later the familiar heat rose in Bill's body, centred itself in his groin and exploded.

Bill couldn't work out which way was up or where anything was. He rolled his head and saw skin and cotton. He mustered the energy to push himself up on his arms and locate Sirius' chest. Once he'd found it he twisted and crawled to lay his head on it and throw an arm over. He thought about pulling the sheet up to cover them both, but it had wrapped itself tight round his ankles so he left it there.

His cheek was lying on sweat and hairs. The smell was of Sirius intensified. He felt a hand on his back, heard heartbeats and was starting to drift into a satisfied doze when Sirius spoke. His ribcage joggled Bill's head.

Sirius said: "Erm, about earlier. I didn't mean to seem cross. I hadn't thought of, I mean … I suppose there might have been some way to indicate, but …"

"You suppose?" Bill asked with a sleepy giggle.

"Well, I don't have much experience."

Bill raised his head to look at the anxious face above him. He wriggled up the bed so they could see each other's expressions.

"How much is not much?"

"This is new 'cos I don't know you that well, we didn't talk about anything, it just happened …"

"How many partners?"

"Partners?"

"Sexual partners."

Sirius snorted. "Partners! Is that what they say now? Very romantic! You're my third lover."

Bill couldn't contain a laugh. "How old are you?" he asked, astonished.

"I was born in nineteen sixty …" Sirius looked confused, like he didn't really know the answer.

"You're ten years older than me and you're practically a virgin!" Bill tried not to sound quite as shocked as he was, and failed. Then he grinned wide. It was sort of cute.

"We were young and then we stayed together a few years," Sirius mumbled, defensive and apologetic. "Then I wasn't exactly in a position to go picking people up."

Bill sobered himself. "Sorry. Of course." Sirius had lost his twenties to Azkaban.

"What about you?" Sirius asked. "How many partners have you managed?"

Bill had felt before that he really ought to know the answer to this one, but he didn't have an exact figure.

"Quite a lot. A lot."

Sirius pulled a sick face, "I feel so special now," he said, sarcastically.

"You are special, you're the best," Bill mumbled into his hair. He iwas /ispecial because Bill was prepared to risk a lot more for him, because he probably could have walked away from most of the others. He'd had to come back to Sirius.

"You don't even have a number?" Sirius asked with just a trace of bitterness.

"I'm not sure exactly how many Amirs," Bill confessed.

"Is that code?"

"It's a name."

"It's not a common name!" Sirius spluttered, sitting up. "If you've lost track of the Amirs, what are you like on the Steves?"

Bill tried to pull Sirius back down to him, "I was in Cairo," he explained, "it is a common name in Cairo."

Sirius resisted and looked at him resentfully.

"Yes, I'm a slag," Bill admitted. "Three Steves. One for two weeks."

Sirius laughed, his big barking laugh. "Is that what passes for a relationship in your life?"

"I was with one bloke for nearly six months!" Bill protested. "Lie down and cuddle me!"

Sirius lay back, but he stayed tense.

Bill wrapped his arms round him and shuffled up to get his mouth to the silky black hair over his ear. "You're my first Sirius."

Sirius laughed again. "I should bloody think so!" he huffed. "As far as I know, I'm the only one! Are you hungry? I'm starving."

When Bill nodded, Sirius got out of the bed and strode over to the door. Bill watched the concaves and curves of his buttocks.

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled down the stairs. "You useless lump of toss! Heat up what's left of that stew and bring it here. With toast!"

Bill had always been horrified by the way Sirius ordered Kreacher around. He couldn't ever remember hearing anyone else be that rude. Not even Great Aunt Muriel. It didn't fit with everything else about the man. But what did Bill know about House Elves? Sirius had been brought up with them. He would know how to talk to one. Elves weren't wizards, after all. But then nor were Goblins.

When Sirius got back into the bed, untangling the sheet and bringing it up with him, Bill asked something else that had been bothering him.

"How did you know I was gay?" He needed to know these things if he was going to pass for straight.

"I didn't," Sirius answered, annoyingly. "I s'pose you have to go home soon?"

"Only if you want to get rid of me. I'm free all evening. Why did you hit on me if you couldn't tell I'd be interested?"

Sirius chuckled and put an arm round his young lover's bare shoulders. "I flirt with all the good looking boys," he answered, "most of them think it's a joke."

Bill smacked himself on the forehead, exclaiming, "Of course! Homosexuality is hilarious! I forgot that one!" He must remember to make jokes about shirt-lifters and faggots if he wanted to hide the fact that he was one. Used to be one. Was trying hard not to be … but obviously not that hard given that he was now naked in bed with a man he'd just …

"And disgusting, morally depraved, sinful, weak …" Sirius added in a monotone.

"I remembered all that!" Bill explained. "That's why the Slytherins used to beat me up. What I forgot was the Gryffindors' dirty jokes." That had hurt nearly as much. He would have liked support from his housemates.

"You got queer-bashed at Hogwarts?" Sirius sounded really surprised.

"You didn't?"

Sirius looked thoughtful. "No," he replied, "but then the Slytherins had their hands full beating me up for being a traitor to a Pureblood name. And the Gryffindors were avoiding me because they didn't trust anyone called Black. The queer thing was by the by."

With a crack Kreacher appeared, carrying a cauldron and a plate of toast. He dumped them down on the floor, muttering, "The master is naked in bed with the blood traitor's son. He thinks Kreacher doesn't know what they've been doing. My mistress would be shamed …"

"Shut up and fuck off!" Sirius snarled and, clutching its mouth, the bat-eared creature disappeared.

"Don't mind Kreacher," Sirius said, "he's just a cunt."

Bill didn't mind. As long as the House Elf didn't start telling the rest of the Order what he'd seen.

"I'll come round before the meeting tomorrow, if that's all right?" Bill asked.

"I don't have plans to go out," Sirius chuckled dryly.

"We could have an hour or so before the rest of the Order get here. If you're still interested in a cheap tart like me."

A fierce kiss answered him better than any words could have done.

A.N: I had a broken night due to my toddler and my wisdom tooth is giving me ulcers, so sorry for any drop in quality. Please let me know what mistakes I've made!