Fic: "Oh, the insanity" - Gen - Sirius/Kingsley

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Title: Oh, the insanity.
Character Pairing: Sirius/Kingsley
Prompt: #13 - “Oh, the insanity”
Rating: Gen
Warning: none
Word Count: 437
Disclaimer: JKR owns all.
Author's Notes: written for rarepair_shorts, follows “Good Boy” at http://community.livejournal.com/rarepair_shorts/27593.html#cutid1
Link to Prompt Table: http://red-day-dawning.livejournal.com/18707.html

This story is not intended to stand on its own – it is an interlude between “Fetch!” and the piece that follows “Fundamental”

Sirius could hear noises around him, like voices echoing, but he refused to let the sounds touch him.  He curled his body into a tight protective ball, in the corner where cold stone walls met the damp stone floor.  Cradling his head in his hands, he tried to block out all sight and sound: he could survive this!  He had to survive this; he was the only one who knew the truth!  He could feel hands touching him, and could hear those voices again: he could block them out! He had to block them out! He could survive this! He had to survive this!

“Sirius, Sirius, look at me, just look at me,” he heard a deep reassuring voice say, and then, in a louder, angrier tone, “Shit!”  Arms reached out to touch him, and pull him into a tight embrace – he felt like a child again, cradled on someone’s lap, in strong arms, soothed by the vibrations of a lullaby sung by a slow, deep voice (‘whose voice?’ his panicked mind clawed and scrabbled, ‘who is it?’), and then the warmth and strength of those arms, and the soothing rhythms of the voice began to slowly, slowly penetrate him.

“Kingsley?” Sirius whispered, his voice so hoarse and rasping he could barely recognize it as his own.  Shit, he thought, oh shit, that’s all I need, Kingsley is NEVER going to want me again.  Oh shit, Kingsley knows.

“Sirius,” the deep voice rumbled against his skin, “You’re safe now, I’m here, you’re safe here with me.”

“Kingsley,” Sirius sniffed, trying to wipe snot and tears away from his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Sshh,” Kingsley said, conjuring up a warm moist cloth and handing it to Sirius, who gratefully wiped his face clean.  Lifting him as though he really were a small child, Kingsley carried him the few steps to the bed, and pulling back the covers, placed him on it.  He helped Sirius peel off his clothes, stripped off his own robes, and climbed in next to him, carefully pulling the blankets up to cover them both.

“Sleep now,” was all he would say as Sirius tried to explain/excuse/erase all memory of his behavior.  “Sssh,” he said, interrupting Sirius with a light kiss.  “Sleep now, that’s a good boy” he rumbled in deep, reassuring tones, firmly wrapping his arms around Sirius, and holding him close.

Sirius felt himself drifting off into sleep, comforted by the strength and warmth of the other man’s body, his head pillowed on his chest, deeply reassured by the sound of the slow steady heartbeat.

Comments

[westwardlee.livejournal.com]

I love the ending.

[red-day-dawning.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[herbailiwick.livejournal.com]

Love it, especially the self-hate and the way you wrote "explain/excuse/erase" like that, all in one jumble, especially because they all start with "e".

[red-day-dawning.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed. I love dom!protective!Kingsley.

[herbailiwick.livejournal.com]

I actually kind of like a more quiet, more go-with-the-flow Kingsley.

But this was still nice.