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The Dogs D'Amour

As soon as Remus and Molly were out of sight, Sirius stalked across the kitchen to Bill.

"Nice. Very smoothly done." The lad could have been a Marauder. Sirius got a hand to each of those muscular shoulders and looked into his face. "Now, back to bed, I think" he said, bringing his face in for a kiss.

But Bill pulled back. "Not yet," he said firmly.

What? What was the point of getting rid of the gooseberries then? Sirius pressed his thighs onto his lovers' and pushed him into the wood of the long bench.

"Look," he explained, "much as I'd like to lay you out naked on the table, this is the room with the Floo connection in it."

"That's a point." Bill stiffened and shoved Sirius off him in earnest. "Right, sitting room and then you can explain why he hates me all of a sudden."

Bill strode over to the open doorway and then turned back to add something. Sirius put a finger to his lips and nodded significantly up towards the portraits. Bill huffed slightly but took the hint and quietly made his purposeful way up the stairs. Sirius stayed the right number of steps below him so that he could nuzzle his arse. He smelt so good, so Bill. Sirius almost wanted to transform so that he could use his heightened canine sense of smell. Then he'd be able to smell two types of come on him from earlier, shower or no shower.

As soon as they were in the sitting room and the door was quietly closed, Sirius went for deflection ("Great report on the Goblins,") and distraction (a firm, moving hand on the front of the trousers).

"Yeah. It only came together today. I didn't have anything new yesterday, then I got talking to Babwinde. Mmmm, that's …."

For a moment Sirius thought he'd got away with it, avoided the conversation. But he hadn't.

Bill pulled the hand away and kept hold of it. "Soon," he promised. "First, tell me what you said to Lupin and why he now wants to hex me."

Sirius sighed and loped over to the sofa. "Don't worry, he won't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone what?"

"About us."

"Why did you say anything?" Bill looked irritated, but not furious.

Good question. "Just showing off, I suppose," Sirius mumbled.

At least Bill took the compliment, came and sat beside Sirius, smiling slightly. "How d'you know he's not informing my Mum right now?" he asked, trying to be stern but with his eyes roving over the other man's shape.

"We know too much about each other. And he's my best friend. He's safe."

"Which doesn't explain why he's gone from treating me like a colleague to glaring at me like I'm a Death Eater."

Sirius straightened up and looked away. He wasn't sure if it was OK, even now, to tell anyone, even Bill. There was a pause and then he said quietly, "We used to be … I mean, we had a … Remus and I were … together. For a few years. Before Azkaban."

Bill exhaled noisily. Sirius looked round at him and added, ""Don't tell anyone, will you?"

Bill shook his head. "And he wants you back?" he asked.

He looked worried. Was he jealous? Sirius experienced a warm fluttering. Was he? He held the moment, embraced the feeling of Bill's possible jealousy.

Then he answered, "No."

Bill didn't attempt to hide his relief. Sirius watched him relax.

"What if he did?" Sirius asked.

"I've got no right to be possessive," Bill answered.

They both knew he meant because of his girlfriend, but neither of them mentioned her.

"But I like it," Sirius admitted.

"OK. Well, I am then. I don't want him wanting you. And I really don't want you wanting him." He stared into Sirius' eyes as though trying to read something there.

"Well, apparently it's a bad time. It's inconvenient. Everything's dangerous or something, so we can't." Sirius expressed his scorn in every word. "Not that it matters now," giving Bill an appreciative look. "In fact as it's turned out, it's just as well he didn't want to …" he wasn't sure how to complete that sentence.

"Pick up where you left off?" Bill asked.

Sirius nodded.

"But you did?" Bill asked. The cute frown lines were back.

"Well, I don't now," Sirius answered, shifting his body over, replacing his hand on the front of Bill's trousers. Bill leaned in to the pressure. He closed his eyes. They were alright, then? Sirius lifted his other hand to Bill's face and delivered a tentative kiss to his lower lip, just to be sure.

Bill responded, deepening the contact, opening his mouth. Sirius felt Bill's fingers unbuttoning his shirt. They were alright.

Sirius pulled Bill's body onto his, lying them both down. He was learning to play Bill's body as though it were an instrument with frets and strings - learning the right places to put his fingers and what pressure could produce which sounds. He knew, for instance, that there was a sensitive spot behind Bill's knee and that there was no point in bothering with his feet; his nose fitted perfectly behind Bill's ear lobe and that was the perfect spot from which to nibble his jaw.

Their movements were co-ordinated as they undressed each other and themselves. They knew each other's fastenings and angles now. But there was still plenty to learn and the lessons were plenty of fun. Sirius ran a ticklingly light palm over Bill's stomach. No reaction. He gradually increased the pressure until he got an appreciative hum. Then he let his hand drift lower, into the dip between hip and pubic bones. He was rewarded with a noise almost like a growl.

Bill's mouth moved down to Sirius' neck: licking, nipping, lapping and kissing. Something sent a shiver through Sirius' whole body. Bill did it again.

Sirius played his hand around Bill's groin. The man on top of him tried to shift their weight, to manoeuvre his erection into Sirius' hand, but the older man kept away. Youth might have the advantages of energy and quick recovery, but Sirius knew how to hold off, how to ration pleasure, to tease, to make the final release more intense. He knew all about patience.

He rolled over, dumping them both on the carpet. His body hovered over his lover's, everywhere not quite touching, propped on one arm while the other hand circled its target. Bill struggled and twitched, but he danced away from him.

Finally Bill shouted something along the lines of "Nnnngggung!" and Sirius decided it was time to move. He put his hand down on Bill's swollen cock and slowly moved it up and down the length. Gradually, ever so gradually, he wrapped his fingers round it, building up the pressure, building up the speed. He slowly lowered his own groin onto Bill's writhing thigh.

Then he slipped his nose into its special recess and put it to work along the jaw bone again. Hot breath delivered strangled, incoherent moans into his hair. The pitch changed, the thrusts intensified and Bill's semen sprayed onto Sirius' belly.

After a few rasping pants, Bill grabbed Sirius' head in two hands and crashed their mouths hard together. He pushed harder, knocking Sirius onto his side, his back up against the worn velvet of the sofa. Then Bill broke the kiss and crawled, awkwardly, breathlessly down to Sirius' crotch.

Sirius lay his head back, relishing the promise of warm air exhaled onto his flesh. Then he surrendered to the red darkness of sensation, switching off every sense except that of touch as Bill put his mouth round him.

After an orgasm that felt like fireworks, he lay in still silence for a while before begging, "Stay the night? Sleep with me?"

"No. She'll expect me to be back before her. I should get going now." Bill pulled himself upright and then looked down. Sirius tried to pull his features out of a pout. "Sorry," Bill offered.

Sirius sat up and watched the young skin disappear under clothes. "See you tomorrow?" he asked. He could hear the petulance himself even though he'd tried really hard for casual.

Bill squatted down next to him and answered, carefully, "I'm sorry, Siz, I've had my weekend organised out for me by women. Don't look like that! You know I'd rather be here with you."

But if that was really true, he'd just come. If Sirius was his top priority he'd dump the girlfriend and tell the mother and just come.

"Will you be on your own Sunday morning? No, but it's not likely, actually. Don't go expecting me. Look, Monday. After work. I promise. I'll bring you a present!"

"I don't want a present!" Sirius whined.

"I know what you need," Bill announced breezily, "music! I'll get you a Discman with batteries. Dad's got this recharging charm. I'll show you it. And CDs. What music are you into? What bands?"

In spite of himself, Sirius was perked up by this idea. He still sounded truculent, though, when he said, "I don't know any new bands."

"There'll be re-issues on disc. Go on. Give me some names."

Reluctant to be bought off, but keen to regain the sounds of his youth, Sirius offered, "The Clash? Boomtown Rats? The Ramones?"

"Sex Pistols?" Bill asked.

Sirius shrugged.

"Velvet Underground?" Bill tried and Sirius felt his face lighting up. Oh, yes. The Velvet Underground.

Bill took advantage of the change in mood to deliver a peck on the cheek before making a quick getaway.