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rarepair_shortsTitle: Because my Heart Knows
Author: red_day_dawning
Characters: Sirius Black/Kingsley Shacklebolt; Remus Lupin
Prompt: “Not listening to a word”
Word count: ~720
Rating: R
Warning/s: slash sex
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP characters & settings
Author’s notes:Dedicated to
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sweetmelodykiss Continues on from The Sun Shines Through
Link to prompt table: http://red-day-dawning.livejournal.com/18707.html
What has gone on before: After some BDSM play went horribly wrong, Sirius was caught in a fugue-state believing he was in Azkaban again. After coming back to himself, Sirius remained frightened of his dominant lover, Kingsley, because he hallucinated Kingsley as one of the Azkaban guards attacking him. Rest & reassurance have helped Sirius became re-connected to his actual life, rather than the equally-real-feeling hallucinations.
Sirius Black would not have described himself as a proud man. Arrogant, perhaps, but not proud. Nonetheless, despite his gratitude for those who had to care for him while he was… unwell, he felt ashamed that so many had been a witness to his… disturbance. Oh, fuck it, he thought to himself, if you can’t admit the truth to yourself even – “Face it, Sirius Black, you went mad, nuts, you lost the plot, you were utterly insane!” he said out loud.
“First sign of madness, Sirius, talking to yourself,” said Remus as he passed his open door.
“First sign, Moony? I think I’ve straight to madness sign number 10: ‘you know you’ve gone nuts when you think you’re in Azkaban, even when you’re not’!”
Remus laughed, and then said in more serious tones, “You really feeling OK?”
“Sure. Bit embarrassed about all the fuss, but yeah, I’m fine.”
Remus hesitated, chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully, and then he said, “Sirius, about Kingsley… well, it’s obvious he really cares for you…”
Sirius flushed and smiled, “Yeah – well, I really care for him, you know.”
“Yeah. But I’ve been thinking – look, I know that you & Kingsley, you know, play games, and I was thinking that maybe that isn’t the best thing for you right now.”
“What are you talking about, Remus?” Sirius asked, his voice becoming uncharacteristically cold.
“Well, this latest Azkaban-thing, it shows that you’re not at your best right now, and perhaps the kind of games you and Kingsley play aren’t a good thing to do when you’re still vulnerable. Perhaps that’s what precipitated your current problem.”
“Thank you, Remus. I will take your thoughts into consideration. No need to discuss this any further, or to mention it again. Indeed, I’m not listening to another word,” Sirius said firmly, grabbing a fresh change of clothes and brushing past Remus to barricade himself in the bathroom before he lost his temper.
~*~
Sirius’s rage dispersed, washed away with the suds of soap and shampoo as he showered. He heard Kingsley enter the steamy bathroom – he could feel his eyes on him, watching as he soaped his body, rubbing his hands over his chest and his belly, soaping up his already hardening cock.
Sirius couldn’t resist displaying himself, rubbing his hands over his ever-present dog-collar, caressing his balls and stroking his cock, his eyes shut as he pretended he didn’t know Kingsley had entered the room.
Kingsley cleared his tight throat; Sirius was so beautiful – wasted and ravaged, yes, but so very beautiful. He shone like the sun, like the brightest of stars. “Sirius,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling, “Come here.”
Sirius turned the shower spray off, after rinsing the last of the soap away. He knelt gracefully at Kingsley’s feet.
“Sirius,” Kingsley said, feeling as though his heart might break. “No, you don’t need to do that. Not now. Wait… until you’re feeling completely well.”
“I am feeling completely well. Entirely recovered. Like a good dog,” he whispered nuzzling Kingsley’s groin through his trousers.
“Oh gods, Sirius. Suck me, then.”
Sirius smiled, glancing up at Kingsley through his dark lashes as he unfastened his trousers, pulling his big, beautiful cock free of his clothes. He licked up the shaft, and then drew his erection all the way into his mouth, in and out.
“Stop,” Kingsley commanded. “Stand up. Place your hands against the wall, and point that sweet, tight arse at me. Spread your legs.”
Sirius complied, groaning and bearing down on Kingsley’s fingers as they slipped lubrication into his tight channel. He whined, loving the feel, wanting more. Kingsley toyed with him a little, twisting his fingers to stretch and prepare him. He moved closer, and began to rub his cock against the cleft of Sirius’s arse.
“Please,” Sirius whined again.
“You’re mine, always mine,” roared Kingsley, thrusting in deeply.
“Yours, yours always” Sirius moaned as Kingsley’s huge great hard cock hit the sweet spot inside him, and he came without another touch, creamy white spurts exploding from him and shooting up as though released under great pressure.
“Mine, mine,” Kingsley continued, thrusting in deeply and smoothly, groaning as he came. He leaned against Sirius, and repeated, “Mine.”
“Yours,” whispered Sirius, thinking to himself, I’ll not listen to a word that says otherwise. “Just yours.”
~*~
“First sign of madness, Sirius, talking to yourself,” said Remus as he passed his open door.
“First sign, Moony? I think I’ve straight to madness sign number 10: ‘you know you’ve gone nuts when you think you’re in Azkaban, even when you’re not’!”
Remus laughed, and then said in more serious tones, “You really feeling OK?”
“Sure. Bit embarrassed about all the fuss, but yeah, I’m fine.”
Remus hesitated, chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully, and then he said, “Sirius, about Kingsley… well, it’s obvious he really cares for you…”
Sirius flushed and smiled, “Yeah – well, I really care for him, you know.”
“Yeah. But I’ve been thinking – look, I know that you & Kingsley, you know, play games, and I was thinking that maybe that isn’t the best thing for you right now.”
“What are you talking about, Remus?” Sirius asked, his voice becoming uncharacteristically cold.
“Well, this latest Azkaban-thing, it shows that you’re not at your best right now, and perhaps the kind of games you and Kingsley play aren’t a good thing to do when you’re still vulnerable. Perhaps that’s what precipitated your current problem.”
“Thank you, Remus. I will take your thoughts into consideration. No need to discuss this any further, or to mention it again. Indeed, I’m not listening to another word,” Sirius said firmly, grabbing a fresh change of clothes and brushing past Remus to barricade himself in the bathroom before he lost his temper.
~*~
Sirius’s rage dispersed, washed away with the suds of soap and shampoo as he showered. He heard Kingsley enter the steamy bathroom – he could feel his eyes on him, watching as he soaped his body, rubbing his hands over his chest and his belly, soaping up his already hardening cock.
Sirius couldn’t resist displaying himself, rubbing his hands over his ever-present dog-collar, caressing his balls and stroking his cock, his eyes shut as he pretended he didn’t know Kingsley had entered the room.
Kingsley cleared his tight throat; Sirius was so beautiful – wasted and ravaged, yes, but so very beautiful. He shone like the sun, like the brightest of stars. “Sirius,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling, “Come here.”
Sirius turned the shower spray off, after rinsing the last of the soap away. He knelt gracefully at Kingsley’s feet.
“Sirius,” Kingsley said, feeling as though his heart might break. “No, you don’t need to do that. Not now. Wait… until you’re feeling completely well.”
“I am feeling completely well. Entirely recovered. Like a good dog,” he whispered nuzzling Kingsley’s groin through his trousers.
“Oh gods, Sirius. Suck me, then.”
Sirius smiled, glancing up at Kingsley through his dark lashes as he unfastened his trousers, pulling his big, beautiful cock free of his clothes. He licked up the shaft, and then drew his erection all the way into his mouth, in and out.
“Stop,” Kingsley commanded. “Stand up. Place your hands against the wall, and point that sweet, tight arse at me. Spread your legs.”
Sirius complied, groaning and bearing down on Kingsley’s fingers as they slipped lubrication into his tight channel. He whined, loving the feel, wanting more. Kingsley toyed with him a little, twisting his fingers to stretch and prepare him. He moved closer, and began to rub his cock against the cleft of Sirius’s arse.
“Please,” Sirius whined again.
“You’re mine, always mine,” roared Kingsley, thrusting in deeply.
“Yours, yours always” Sirius moaned as Kingsley’s huge great hard cock hit the sweet spot inside him, and he came without another touch, creamy white spurts exploding from him and shooting up as though released under great pressure.
“Mine, mine,” Kingsley continued, thrusting in deeply and smoothly, groaning as he came. He leaned against Sirius, and repeated, “Mine.”
“Yours,” whispered Sirius, thinking to himself, I’ll not listen to a word that says otherwise. “Just yours.”
~*~
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