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Every Dog Has Its Day

The last heir of the once-great House of Black ejaculated hard, screaming and biting down. He felt Bill curl comfortably around his body. Then he felt his heart break.

He had his answer, then. They were sneaking around in the dark, so a sordid and casual affair was what they were having.

He said, "Just because you don't speak and you can't see, it doesn't mean it didn't happen."

"I know," Bill murmured sleepily. "Don't want it didn't happen." Bill's breathing was deep and regular, he was on the shore of sleep. "Missed you," he mumbled. Then, just before he slipped out of sentience, "Love you."

Sirius felt his eyes widen uselessly against the darkness and his ribs freeze mid-inhale.

Just the spunk talking, he told himself, take no notice. Still his heart thundered a drum beat.

He woke as grey light was seeping through the curtains, with dry lips pressed against his cheek. Bill was kissing him, leaning over the bed in his dressing gown.

"See you later," Bill whispered. "Got to work. You were right. I missed you so much. And I meant it. I do love you."

Too stunned and too sleepy to speak, Sirius watched him leave the room.

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"Everybody else spent the following morning putting up Christmas decorations. Harry could not remember Sirius ever being in such a good mood; he was actually singing carols, apparently delighted that he was to have company over Christmas."

(Chapter 23, Christmas On The Closed Ward, HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.)

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Supper was a joyous, communal affair. Even Harry had stopped sulking. Snow fell outside the window; the kitchen was festooned with paper chains, scented with baking smells and crammed with Weasleys. Sirius felt like he was one of them. He was bursting with joy and he wanted everyone else to be as happy as he was.

He bathed and went to bed as early as he dared that night. On the landing outside the bathroom door, he could hear Bill making excuses to his family about having work the next day as he retired, too.

Once the household was asleep, Bill crept back to Sirius' bed. Sirius had left the bed-side lamp on. He was naked and, after slipping off his dressing gown, so was Bill. For a few minutes they just sat up looking at each other.

"I love you, too," Sirius answered.

Bill snatched Sirius' hands in his own, bringing them up to his mouth. He kissed each finger tip, then turned them over and started on the knuckles.

"Mine," he murmured.

"Yours," Sirius agreed. "All of me."

"Yours, all of me," Bill agreed.

Sirius disentangled his hands, to stroke them over Bill's chest.

"I mean it, I want you to have all of me," Sirius insisted. "I want you everywhere."

Bill grabbed at a buttock cheek. "Everywhere?" he asked, surprised.

Sirius just nodded. Bill chuckled. He took hold of Sirius' skinny hips and flipped him over. He dropped Sirius' face down onto the pillow and held up his buttocks.

"The great Sirius Black would make the shape of an angry cat for me?" He stroked his lover's exposed arse.

"Mmmhmm," Sirius agreed, as best he could with his mouth pressed into the linen.

"No. You don't really want to. More than anything, I want you to be happy," Bill said, lying down next to his man.

Sirius twisted his head round to gaze earnestly into hazel eyes.

"I'm really sure. I really want this. I've been thinking … I've been, erm … practicing …"

Bill's breathing became shallow. He ran his tongue over his lips and croaked out, "Really? Oh, Salazar's shit, I wasn't expecting …"

Sirius leant over awkwardly, his bottom still up in the air, to kiss Bill. It was urgent and passionate, their tongues battling. Bill pulled away from Sirius' mouth and brought his wet mouth to Sirius' butt crack instead. Just in case Bill still doubted his intentions, Sirius summoned over the lube from the drawer where it had remained undisturbed for months.

He gripped at the sheets and bit down on the pillow as his arse experienced unaccustomed warm, wet probing. At the same time, Bill's strong right hand gripped his hardening prick. He could feel the sticky end of Bill's own erection against his thigh.

He needed this - it felt like he had always needed this - to make them fit together, to be as close physically as they were emotionally. Bill was panting, hot breaths hitting his saliva-slicked skin. Sirius felt himself moaning, but his throat was closed shut, his desperate want beyond expression.

Something slim pushed inside his pulsing hole, something which stoked his flaming craving. Still his shaft was stroked, foreskin pulled down and then smoothed back. Hard thighs held snug against the backs of his own.

There was a moment of pressure and then it felt as though it were his heart being filled, emptied, filled - stroked from the inside. Sirius squeezed his eyes tight shut, let himself relax and be moved by Bill's thrusts. The rough cloth rubbed against his face. Sweat trickled down his back, into his neck. Bill groaned with every breath out, in time with every push in.

Sirius was washed with a pleasure that seemed to itch, it was so far beyond what could be endured. It made him want to tear off his own flesh. Colours flashed inside his head. He was outside time, inside forever. And then, impossibly, there was more and his own hot come hit his chest.

Urgent, explosive joy was replaced by deepest contentment. He barely heard the howling behind and above him, but some small remnant of his mind recognised Bill's "Nnnnggghuh" of release.

At dawn, Sirius kissed Bill awake to remind him to return to his own bed.

Sirius couldn't remember ever being happier. He wasn't the only one. The news from St Mungo's was good and Christmas was approaching. For the next week, 12, Grimmauld Place was fun-filled. The only person not sharing his good mood was Remus.

Sirius helped Mundungus to put up the Christmas tree and drape it with fairies, pretending not to notice his former best friend slinking hurriedly past the room; he helped the twins spike the eggnog knowing that Moony had spotted them and looked away; Ginny and Hermione filled the kitchen with flour stamping out gingerbread stars and bells and Lupin actually looked like he was going to join them, until he saw Bill and Sirius mixing up the icing.

"He's your best friend," Bill whispered as the sullen figure retreated again.

"He deserves it," Sirius whispered back, but he put down the box of icing sugar.

While the girls were busy loading the range with baking trays, Bill tried again.

"Time to forgive him?" he suggested.

Sirius shrugged. Then he nodded and started to make his way out of the room. Suddenly Bill was beside him and hissing in his ear, "But if he touches you, I'll break his fingers."

Glowing with euphoria, Sirius searched for his friend. He found him sitting alone, hiding behind a Daily Prophet in the gloomy study.

"Any thing about me in there?" Sirius asked jovially. "Have I committed any more gruesome murders?"

Remus lowered the paper and eyed him suspiciously.

"Not today," he answered slowly.

"I'm barely notorious then! That's no good!" Sirius sat down in a nearby armchair.

Remus stroked his nose protectively. "You're talking to me," he observed.

"Looks like it."

"What are you in such a good mood for?"

"I guess I just feel a warm glow inside me and I want to share it!"

Lupin spent a moment appraising Black, before returning his gaze to the paper and muttering, "I see. You mean Bill's been feeling something warm inside him."

"So, what are we going to get Harry for Christmas?" Sirius persisted.

Remus folded the newspaper.

"I did have an idea actually." He grinned. "But I'm skint as usual."

"I'm a little indisposed when it comes to shopping trips," Sirius offered, with spread hands. "What say we work together? I was thinking we should make it something that helps him with this DADA club of his."

"Exactly! Yes! Yes! I was in that old bookshop on the corner of Knockturn …"

"Dusty, second-hand, papery smelling …"

"Yeah, yeah, the one you always hated."

"It's still going?" Sirius shook his head.

"Brilliant place! Of course it is. And they've got all these Defensive Magic books. Old stuff and advanced stuff that won't be in the school library."

The last Marauders exchanged their well-practiced, glittering look of conspiracy.