A happy start in the name of perversion. We thank all
sourcream - thanks, Muggle - unhealthy for this creature.
Title: House
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character / Couple:
Sirius Black Prompt: 090 House
Rating: NC17
Summary: not always home is a place. Sometimes house and a person, and James Potter are hardly aware of when they start to lose it.
Notes: * AHM triumphant and emotional expression *... my girl has won the Best Slash porn fest. Iiiih, I still shine his eyes. Obviously, however, I do not see that at all. This pairing is wrong.
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"You should go home. & Rdquo ;
Sirius has the drawl, low and somewhat reluctant. But not even raise his eyes towards him, taken from the contemplation of whiskey rolls and sways lazily in the glass that continues to swing in a sleek hand.
James is next to the fireplace by a number of minutes variable, but high enough to seem excessive. They stopped talking for a while, 'because there was not much to say. There's a war and James lives hidden with his wife and child. Once the week slips under his cloak and runs from your friend, as fast as he can. When it comes to the door do not take it anymore and walks up the stairs two at a time, jump on the landings and climbs by clinging to the handrail. Feel better just come home, because I finally two of them, only: Padfoot and Prongs , as when they were kids and the rest of the world did not seem worthy to interfere in their friendship.
the beginning, when he saw him at the door, Sirius glowed with a joy unspeakable, bright eyes and a smile of pure bliss that James left gasping for a feeling hard to explain, which took him to the opening of the stomach.
But over the weeks things have changed, and now Sirius smiles barely saw him coming. James watched him go down, helpless, and he knows that is his fault. Sometimes you hate it, because Sirius's eyes do not shine and he is sure that the cause is the fear that something might happen to him or Harry. Now, when slips out of the mantle knows that seeing his friend is already thinking about when he will go, I can see it in his eyes. She looks at him to stay on the couch, sad, sad, and falls on the shoulders the same penalty.
Therefore, while the principle each visit was a crescendo of chatter and laughter, in which try to summarize each other's distant past week talking to the river, now exchanged a few short sentences and cautious. And tonight there is another reason why James struggles to speak, is that it has a story to give but he fails, he can not find a way to make the sentence, because he first wants to avoid having to do. It
collecting, returning to observe the flame in the fireplace.
"What time is it?" She asks softly.
Sirius snorts and puts the glass, leaning back his head to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen through the open door.
" The eleven and a half, "he says nonchalantly.
James nods, always turned toward the fire.
"Yes, I would go , " confirmation tone is not entirely convinced. Whenever
think that their silence is intolerable. They have never been silent, two of them, have always shared the ability to have something to talk about, so confide a joke, even when every minute spent together and there was no event on the one that 's assistesse nothing. But now something is broken, and James hurts, so every time you think would raise the topic, who will talk about the two of them and what they are allowing the war to make their affection. But there can never, because then at Sirius metallic eyes and his face so dear, and the words die in his throat all times, and understands what he lacked.
"Lily is worried , " said Sirius, and perhaps his tone would be inclusive and share the anguish of his wife, but he can not play anything but cold. Between Sirius and Lily's antipathy that goes back to their first school year and now James has given up trying to mitigate it, in the end that's okay, he likes that the link with Padfoot is something only his, of which his wife does not belong, and reciprocal respect and exaggerated smiles in give two shows in the conviction to make him happy, when in fact almost prefer that they did not look even a word.
"You're right, I gotta go home , " states, with a hint of resolution presented that felt, but Sirius seems to think that just because it rises from the sofa to greet him. When she sees him standing there in front of him, James discovers for the umpteenth time leaner, more buff. But it is certain that all of us girls go crazy Even so, it haunted by languid sick of that dark hero. He just makes me want to drop everything and take him away, far away from that war and their opponents, until they hear again his shrill laughter and canine.
"It may be difficult to find, next week , " Sirius announced listlessly approached the door. "I'll have a lot to do, you know, for the Order , " continues twisting the nose.
James frowns, annoyed. Sirius escapes the guilt with her eyes, as if to have the missions and commitments did wrong. And James still feels worse because he knows that he still will not come in the next week anyway, but still did not have the strength to say, even though you know you have to. He rubbed his hands together uneasily. When he lifts his eyes on the environment realize that Sirius is staring at a precise point with suspicion on his face, and he realizes to be biting his lip in an almost spasmodic.
"What?" Sirius mutters raising an eyebrow.
James sighed wearily.
"I can not come anyway, next week , " reluctantly announced. She hesitates, looking at the elegant face of Sirius slowly darkening. "And even after that, and so on , " he adds, and his voice choked out, do not know why.
Sirius looks at him frowning, saying nothing. He leans against the wall with one hand, arm stretched slightly, then blowing away the hair from her face.
"Why?" She asks, and there is something that makes his voice dry in spite of the face seconded. James inspires
long, narrowing his eyes.
"Dumbledore asked me if I leave his Invisibility Cloak to check something , "he says, reluctantly, and now you are harassing her hands almost get hurt, but there bay. "I can not leave without , " concludes desolate.
Sirius nods, sucking his lip with pensive.
"Sure. You should not leave under any circumstances , "heartfelt comments, and suddenly looks like Sirius better than ever, even mentions a lopsided smile, the kind that curl up the nose slightly. "Never mind, find step-by- when I have some 'time, "he says with a shrug. And
'good at pretending. If it were anyone else, to keep up front, they would think that is really quiet, that the news has not angry or sad. But James knows how to read her face like the page of a book, is a kind of natural talent that has developed since the first year of school. It recognizes the manner in which the jaw tends fold, rigid, and something changes in the shape of his eyes, which is just thin.
Sirius does not want to create a problem, simply. Yet James does not feel that further said, that new silent artifact to add to the pile of silence that are accumulating between them, and forming a wall beyond the top of which begins to be difficult to see.
"We account, " merely responding. "And Harry. You may come one day for lunch , "offers fun, according to the game. Sirius
tilts his head, as if thinking.
"It seems like a good idea , agrees with an enthusiasm that can not be true. "I'll send you an owl in the week, okay?" He continues, handing the heavy cloak hung James the door.
He remains still for a moment and look into the eyes, without pretense. The Mask of Sirius has an uncontrollable shaking under the gaze of James Brown, who then bowed his head slightly.
Why, everybody knows that both of them, will perhaps long before they can be back to them, just to share. I'm used to having time for themselves regularly for more than nine years, and now no longer exist, there will be Harry, Lily will be, always. That bond only they about to disappear and maybe you can find, never, because who knows What will happen now, there are so many people dying and the situation appears more desperate each day .
"Then ... then we agree , " James murmured, nodding. Approaches, holds out his hand to take your coat, with uncertainty as it touches the fabric is heavy and Sirius's hand, beyond the fabric, there are his long fingers that James grabs through the cloth, squeezing in your palm. Is hard to swallow, while Sirius looked down and do not smile anymore, or rather, her smile does not hold, her lips are folded down in a grimace of grief.
James would mean many things, but can not speak, has a dry throat and a lump annoying that blocks the trachea. Sirius is raising his eyes and his look is pure bitterness.
"I think we will miss you, Prongs . "
Her voice is casual, almost playful but James knows the pain that's underneath, because it is the same one that is trying him a ride along the body and the desire to shut my eyes and ears and remain motionless there next to her friend, waiting for more.
He will miss Sirius, every day. Maybe it will seem long to get used to its absence, taken from the vortex of being joyful husband and father, only to realize, to review, it did not really breathing, but when he is there. And we would embrace, in a rude and clumsy, even a little 'hard, passing his free arm around his neck and leaning his head against the him, while their hands clasped in the mantle are crushed in the middle of the chest.
Sirius just sighs, rubbing his head against his temple, and ruffles his hair matted with a gesture almost mechanical. He puts his face against his neck and James are the knees soft and dry lips. Sirius's fingers retract, you file away from the grip of his hand, slips the coat on the floor, on their feet, but eventually their arms are free to rally around their bodies. When the lips touch of Sirius - perhaps - the skin of the neck involuntarily, James gasps, has him feeling that can only be described as excitation along the nerves, heart rate, and knows that is nonsense. Differs from that of the head and Sirius is to retreat, determined to break that silence so dense and inviting.
Instead, raising his head at the same time he does Sirius, is mirrored in his silver eyes watching him, feverish and, at the bottom of pupils, desperate, the eyes of Sirius, who knows so well, deep and magnetic. She kisses him without even thinking about it, stretching his neck to reach her lips with his own.
The other responds instinctively to the kiss, as if he had waited for this. Tilt your head slightly to allow him access to his mouth, sliding his tongue over his lips, and James seems to choke. Sink your fingers through his hair, silky and soft under his power, attracts his face toward you and even more groans of surprise and something else when Sirius increases the hold of her arms about him and if he throws. James closed his eyes so as not to allow the sense of reality to disrupt the moment, clinging to the shoulders of his friend and presses it against the wall. Sirius does not put up any resistance, while the kiss of James becomes intense, fluid and relentless. Let your language is interwoven with her and continues to nibble on the lip, broken and gasping breaths wrenching. To hear the other hand, soft and pliable, except that James feels the erection press against the groin and that it does shake, the wind breaks. Sirius is hot, you feel the warmth of her skin under his clothes that he needs to disappear, because there are enough caresses her body along with that friend, seen and touched countless times with tutt ' different meaning never felt so perfect, irreplaceable.
anxiously She slides her hands under the hem of Sirius' shirt, long slender boy's life, and the moans slightly, holding his breath in touch with his fingertips, the sound of his voice aches in your stomach, taking away a according to the breath that Sirius is still sucking away, between her lips. It runs slowly
his body with his fingers, exploring it in a new way, slips up posing the fabric, and keeps the nipples of Sirius, rubbing gently, and he moans harder against her lips and James insists, toying with those buttons meat and basking in swelling as the body of Sirius indignant at his touch, his head pressed against the wall to accommodate her lips. Against the narrows, and the contact between its hot and that erection of the young Black causes a shudder and a sigh for a moment that interrupts the rhythm of their kissing. Move your pelvis against
the other, and each movement is a hoarse moan Sirius in his mouth, pulls on the jersey's not thinking about it anymore and at that time, forced to face away from her to rescue the garment, which opens his eyes and looks at him. He breathed heavily in my face for a few seconds, and then the hands of Sirius break away from his butt - who knows when we were done - and grab his wrists, he decided, to lower them. James pulls the garment and is lost in the eyes of the other silver, fixed in his, and is about to go even against Sirius but he holds it. Without moving your eyes - James struggles to breathe under the silvery look that seems to devour it, sure - Sirius is free from the constraints of the wall and then steps back towards the interior of the apartment. James follows him meekly, his eyes locked, and if he was carrying the Sirius from Voldemort himself would follow the same, now. Instead
Sirius drags him into the bedroom, James felt his hands tremble slightly around their wrists and then her long hair tickled the face when the other starts to kiss him. She takes his head in his hands and then makes them go down, along its back, tilts his head and Sirius because James's lips are moving along its neck. The fingers continued their slow descent marked by chills so exciting that James does not hold back and pushes him on the bed, Sirius drops with the same languid acquiescence before, and burning eyes that gives him enough to finally stun l & rsquo ; friend, who pounced on him and starts to kiss him, stretching over him. James slides his leg in half at the knees of the other, with an impatient sigh, but Sirius's hand pushing against his chest, forcing him to rise up and arch your back slightly. She sighs in frustration, even if it there, look under him, that is almost a stop. Sirius
frowns with a half smile, her mischievous way, bring your hands to the face and pulls his glasses, then leaving them to fall to the ground.
"... I glimpse the same aims or wrong ... kissing your pillow?"
His voice is hoarse, broken, and puts chills, but James, despite the breathless, giggles and throws a punch in the side. His jump under him makes him take the heat down my spine, and the answer that he was making hot lost somewhere in the sticky warmth that covers every inch of the body. Picks up where he arrived when they were standing, or neck Sirius, he chews the tendon tearing a groan again, while leaving the other free him quickly shirt - Sirius has the right to record unbuttoned blouses faster than Hogwarts - and down rubbing his body against hers, with a shudder that radiates sex everywhere. Sirius's hands are caught between of them, James felt their movement along the edge of his trousers and remains motionless, without breath, leaning on his forearms to lift the pelvis. Feel of his fingers down a button and open at a time, with a slowness that exhausts non-random, merely touch his erection and then run away, until you feel your body get rid of pesky clothes and then the other hand, full and warm, huddle in their State. It emits a strangled cry, burying her head in the pillow, next to that of Sirius.
Sirius pushes him back with a click of the kidneys and James helpless rolls up to be staring at the ceiling, while Sirius's hand begins to move on him, slowly. Slips soft the entire length of his erection, and deals on the tip, teasing, James opens his mouth without any sound coming out and stretches out his hand blindly, it holds on a blanket under him, so much to undermine, and the other, stretched across the chest semisollevato of Sirius, the harpoons in the back of his friend, James felt his nails sticking in his skin and see him jump before you bend down to kiss him, while the hand, more down, is he crazy, moving rhythm and intent, changing its movement depending on the rating expressed by him with broken cries, more like violent sobs.
Sirius has his head resting next to her, looks at him kidnapped, and then begins to slide down his body in a trail of wet kisses, running his tongue over him, and stopped coming to the nipple between his lips and teases him James shakes if n'accorge himself. Feel the excitement grow, moves against the hand of Sirius, while continuing to suck and nibble on her nipple, it increases the rate at which the wrist moves. The moans of James became more boisterous, raucous, in an attempt to restrain the boy biting his lips smothered in part. Sirius will be disappointed, because it raises her head and stretches out his hand, the other, to the lips of his, gently slide your fingers inside of her mouth so do not hold.
It 's a moment, James runs his tongue over his fingertips and it sucks a; Sirius breathes hard against his chest, he feels his hot breath on your skin and run after then her wet tongue follow the trail. He always raises his hand against the fastest of Sirius, and the thing that brought light up high, the bursts in and shakes it violently. Orgasm's completely blurs vision and makes him stretch his body spasmodically, with a hoarse cry and instinctive, shakes in waves, first you relax with a weary sigh, her eyes closed.
But even before he caught his breath with a smile that does not even know that you have in the face, opens her eyes, and Sirius there, so close that there is no taking myopia. Her face is white and red like an apple, beaded with sweat, his lips parted and breathing fast. The broken strands that frame the face are particularly unruly and bare chest has the signs of reddish light scratches that James did not realize him, but that stand out on her skin clear, and make it more exciting than it already , is not, and beautiful, but is still half-dressed and this definitely is bad. With a weary sigh
James goes up, propped on his elbows, and flips over him, forcing him onto the mattress. Sirius raised his head only to capture her lips, then arches up against him and James realizes that what the press is against an erection long neglected. He puts the weight on one elbow and put a horse's leg Sirius, breathing on his lips, then stretches her hand free to walk the member through the fabric of the other hard, that stifles a groan, and goes against his hand. James walks away from his lips, looks at him and stretch the neck as he reclined his head back, finally, the freedom from clothes and pulls them down, where the feet of Sirius them away impatiently.
not know what's wrong when Sirius heard he was naked, but now James can not breathe and his stomach tightens, and it is absurd because with Lily has never felt so . As his hand reaches the sex of Sirius and slowly through it, causing sequentially hoarse sighs, James looks at him in one piece and feels overflow. Following the sudden inspiration back with her lips on him, but abandons his mouth to begin to run down his chest and his belly, slowing around the navel and slid down slowly, while his hand moving plan. Sirius feels suddenly hold the breath with a strangled groan and arching back, portraying the muscles of the abdomen.
When it comes to pubic hair comes off and the hand of Sirius grabs her hair in the exact moment her lips reach his penis and screwing around at the top. Sirius emits a long sigh when the mouth of the James wraps, shakes his hand in her hair and James knows what he needs to finally have that long hair tangled and untamed, to ensure that the fingers of Sirius will make the nest and remain trapped there.
continues to move his lips around the State of Sirius, facendoselo slide against the palate, and twisted his head to watch him groans and yearns, and any other movement of his mouth and his tongue is a different note in the hoarse voice of Sirius, James and increases the pace slows down, takes advantage of the zones and eddies in the wake of the vibration of the other, which continues to yank your hair, the other hand clinging to the edge of the mattress, as if about to fall. Then
James feels tense, and increases the speed with which His mouth falls on the sex of Sirius, not see it until the lift back, propped on his elbows, and leave behind the head with a heavy groan of pleasure , which becomes a hoarse cry and short, broken by a stifled sigh. He has the quickness
for withdrawal - the rest has never done anything like this before - when the cola spray in his mouth, and finds himself to swallow before I realized essersene, wincing. Then his face away licking his lips puzzled, almost blinked in surprise. Sirius, which looks out of breath, his eyes misted over, can not avoid to laugh softly, dropping his head on the pillow.
"Poor reflexes, Potter , " gasps, with a sigh, exhausted and satisfied.
"Go to hell, Black , " he says softly, crawling on his elbows to go to stretch in bed, next Sirius. The blankets are now fulfilled, crumpled in places. James has an uncomfortable fold under the belly, but does nothing. For a few moments
remain silent, absorbed . Sirius is still stunned by the recent orgasm, looking satisfied and distant. James stares at him without speaking, then the image falls in front of Lily's relentless, just now. The guilt crushes him preventing him for a moment to breathe, hard to swallow with a trembling hand.
"James."
He blinked, returning to focus on reality, on Sirius looks at him seriously.
"Eh?" He whispers after cleared the throat.
"You were party , " Sirius informs him, half amused, half sad.
He smiles foolishly, Lily does not want to talk about now. Will go home soon and will only be with Lily for months, will have plenty of time to think about her. But now there's Sirius, still naked on the bed, right next to him.
"I think that was even now , " said carelessly, hoisting to the bully and seductive that it was his constant before getting engaged.
"I forgot, you're squinting , " says Sirius quietly, holding back laughter.
"What?" Protests jostle him. "I'm squinting, what the hell you say!" He added with a nasty grimace resentful. But then he smiles, because Sirius is laughing and the tension that was just broke. Then he teases his side with a finger, the evil one.
"Ouch! But yes, the right eye without glasses part-hey! Outward , "Sirius insists wriggling. "Stop it, Prongs , then I hurt , " continues, Stratton when he continues to pitch their fingers between the ribs.
"My right eye does not do anything like , " James replied condescendingly, turning his head with disinterest. Snorts bored, crossing his arms under his chin.
Sirius shakes his head with a snort of derision. So dragging its feet on the rugs and pushing down, lifting the back. Stratton kicking on the mattress, until those do not begin to slip. James is forced to remain poised on the arms and to imitate him, then, generously, stretching his arm and flies towards the foot of the bed with a violent tug.
Sirius si lascia ricadere sul materasso e recupera le coperte, tirandosele sommariamente addosso e lasciandone ricadere verso di lui un lembo quasi casualmente. James sorride tra sé, infilandosi sotto, al caldo. Mantiene tuttavia l’espressione distaccata di poco prima, tanto che Sirius si gira sul fianco, verso di lui, con un’occhiata rassegnata.
“E’ un bell’ occhio, James , ” sussurra guardandolo.
“Lo so da me, pezzo di troll , ” ribatte lui indolente, giocherellando distrattamente con una ciocca dei capelli dell’amico. “Ma It is good that you take note , "gives generously.
Sirius laughs again. James has heard so much the lack of ridiculous that laugh, that seems almost beautiful. Just a little 'out of tune, not realize it, but it is not serious. Reaches out and puts it on the side of Sirius, top, next to the chest. Let your fingers just slide along the sinuous sound of his body. Sirius is silent, breathing deeply, then sliding the head on the pillow until it rests against the front of James, and rubs it just sits there.
In their silence and relaxed slightly, the tolling of the bell is particularly evident. James if you hear an echo of the skin, feel the slight stiffening of Sirius.
"It 's late , " the friend whispered softly, moving listlessly to change position. It stretches on his stomach, turning her head away. Executes the move gently so as not to slide down the arm that James has left him leaning on me.
He swallows hard to breath, tightening his lips.
"I have to go , " admits contrite, without making a move.
remain so, silent and absorbed, each lost in their Grey thoughts. James wants to say something reassuring and optimistic, but can not find words. And apparently not even Sirius.
Something heavy and unpleasant oppresses him, the idea of having to get up, get out there and let him down. The rift comes back, more fierce and brutal than before, along with the desire to hide his head under the blanket and pretend that the world no longer exists. Every second that passes is one second closer to that damn time of the division from Sirius, and left crushed by the sense of painful loss, lost in its dark folds.
Then, when you collect Could not take that feeling of horrible slow and inexorable loss, the yearning of the last moments prior to separation, James stands up and begins to dress, slowly. Sirius, stretched on the mattress and half submerged in the blankets, still has his head turned the other hand, his face buried in the pillow. James knows that he is awake, it is clear because of his supple back and shoulders on which the soft black hair, now long, drawing strange patterns, are stretched to a spasm that can occur during sleep . Sirius does not move yet, no sign of having heard him get up or to feel his movements while reluctantly and a sentence of it covered.
James wants to cry like a child. And not because he has just done something foolish or against nature, or because he has betrayed his wife and the mother of his child, even if it is objectionable. He wanted to cry because it looks at the life of Sirius sinuous, peeping between the sheets, and thinks that maybe it will never see again as well, because he realizes that, as foolish, absurd and problematic, that could be the potential beginning of the most precious thing in his life, and yet it is already the end.
"I I , "mutters, struggling to keep his voice steady. E 'standing by the bed, but does not dare move or close more than that.
"Okay , " replied Sirius. His voice, blown into the pillow, it seems to come from a place very far away. Not once, or make any gesture.
James is grateful for that act of force, he knows that if Sirius was running his head and looked into his eyes would go one hundred times more difficult and would require a force of will that he did not think you have, in this time. Probably, if Sirius now look at him in the face or say something, would not bear to leave and would remain there, to die because they would find and kill him, maybe even tomorrow, he knows and he knows Sirius.
can not see, under the blanket, Sirius's hand into a fist so tight that the nails spasmodically are stuck in the flesh of the palm, scratching it. In the discretion of the cushion that surrounds the face, the teeth of the young Black are locked so tightly that seem at the breaking point, and if the other is approaching just a little bit you would realize that he barely breathing, for fear to betray the suffering.
James closes his eyes, bending a little 'head back. Makes a long breath, calm down, and finally moves back two steps.
"Will you come?"
E 'uncontrolled that a murmur escapes him, trembling.
"Of course you do , " Sirius answered firmly.
James nods, though not sure potergli believe. If it comes, will certainly not next week or the one after. Maybe spend months.
perhaps will never come.
It 's a scary thought: the captures while near the entrance, picks up the mantle from the ground and pinned him in mid-gesture. Once the head back, hesitates, then returns the doorway of his friend, Sirius has not moved a muscle. James knows he should not speak but silent now, it is impossible.
"I'm going , " again, embarrassed. "But not at home. House, Sirius, is the place where you are , "he said, trembling with honesty and candor typically a certain Gryffindor. There is a moment
of silence that made him fear that she has made a mistake, you have gone too far. Then he hears Sirius take a deep breath. Corvina straightens his head, but his face remains out of scope of his vision.
"Home is the place where there is someone waiting for you , " objected the boy lying down, strangely calm. "Your wife, for example , " he adds, vaguely ironic.
James was hurt for a moment, he feels blush of embarrassment and shame of revealing too much. But then realizes that this is Sirius, and with him too not exist.
"For months I aspects all week."
It is not aware of being a bit 'so cruel to observe, almost lightly. The new silence is so long that is going to turn around and leave, convinced that Sirius will no longer respond and devoured by the desire to stay there.
"Even for me, Prongs."
And he takes a few seconds to understand what he's talking about his friend, to realize that it refers to feeling at home at that that he was saying before. He smiles sadly at the door, and always feel like crying. Instead, he chuckles, as if nothing had happened.
"soon, Pad , " greeting, before turning around.
"Hello."
His steps are more and more tired as it moves away, and each step down you feel more alone and more despondent. When he gets out of door time testa verso l’alto, istintivamente, e ritrova all’istante la finestra fiocamente illuminata di Sirius.
Rimane a guardarla per qualche secondo, mesto, pensando che quella è casa sua, e che forse non ci tornerà più.
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