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Sirius Black was on his way to meet his friends at Honeydukes, running late after oversleeping. He had not slept very well the night before, his mind preoccupied by thoughts of the complex relationship that he was currently having with Lucius Malfoy not to mention a rather erotic dream. He had had a crush on the blond wizard since first arriving at Hogwarts, but it had only been a few months ago, following a Quidditch match, that Lucius had acknowledged his presence, shagging him in the Slytherin changing room. Sirius hadn’t protested, welcoming Lucius’ attention, finally having what he had wanted for so very long.


In the weeks since, he had begun a complicated relationship with the handsome Slytherin. They met in secret, not wanting anyone to discover their sexual dalliances, having fucked a variety of places around Hogwarts, the danger of being caught somehow adding to the excitement. Sirius wasn’t quite sure what was happening between them nor did he really care, enjoying the sex and believing that there was more to it than just physical pleasure. He hated lying to his friends, making up excuses for why he would disappear for a time and sneaking around to meet his lover. He knew it was wrong, could recognize that this thing with Lucius was dangerous, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t know if he would ever be able to stop. When he was with him, Sirius felt complete, passionate and wild and out of control. He loved it, loved the very things he felt guilty about, sneaking around and being creative to find time with his lover, having a secret between only him and Lucius.


He was nearing Honeydukes when a hand covered his mouth and he was dragged into an alley. He started to struggle before he inhaled the familiar scent of Lucius. Relaxing, he moved his tongue over the hand covering his mouth. He felt hot breath on his ear, a tongue darting out and licking his neck. His eyes widened when he felt Lucius open his robe, the Slytherin’s large hand moving beneath his shirt and resting on his bare stomach. He could feel the blond wizard’s erection pressing against his arse, his hand moving Lucius’ from his mouth as he whispered, "Not here."


"Why ever not?" Lucius purred as he pressed Sirius against the alley wall. He nibbled on the dark-haired wizard’s earlobe before saying, "I want you, Sirius. Here, now. I cannot wait any longer. It’s been too long. I want to feel you around my cock, hear your moans of pleasure. Say yes."


"Merlin, Lucius," Sirius whimpered, "anyone could walk by."


Lucius smirked, "Isn’t that part of the thrill?" He moved his hand into Sirius’ trousers, squeezing the hard cock he found, his voice sharp as he demanded, "Say yes, Siri."


"Yes," Sirius hissed, unable to say no to the blond wizard, wanting to feel Lucius against him, inside him, taking him, if only for a brief moment.


"Good boy," Lucius smirked as his right hand tangled in Sirius’ long black hair, pulling his head back and kissing him forcefully, claiming his mouth as his left hand unfastened Sirius’ pants. Of course, had Sirius protested, he would have simply continued to torment the handsome youth until he agreed, knowing that the Gryffindor wanted him as desperately as he wanted the dark-haired wizard. He had woken with an erection after a particularly erotic dream involving Sirius so Lucius had known that he would not be satisfied until he had had his lover.


It did not bother him that said tryst would have to take place during the trip to Hogsmeade, the possibility of getting caught stimulating but highly unlikely. He had no intention of their relationship, if you could call great passionate sex a relationship, being discovered by anyone and took the necessary precautions to avoid detection. He would not have taken no for an answer, though he was relieved that Sirius was willing beyond the initial weak protest. Sirius’ hand covered his, pushing the trousers down to his knees before bracing his arms against the brick wall, wriggling his firm arse against Lucius‘ pelvis.


Lucius opened his robe and unfastened his pants, freeing his erection. He flipped Sirius’ robe over the younger man’s back, baring his naked arse. Heated gray eyes moved over the pale globes, his hand reaching out to squeeze the soft flesh, wanting to mark the boy. Lucius was a possessive bastard and had no qualms leaving his mark on his lover whenever possible, his eyes affectionately drifting over the bruises that were just now beginning to fade. Sirius was not the only one marked, Lucius’ own pale flesh branded with bruises and bites from his tempestuous lover. Lucius was not a gentle man nor did he allow the weakness of caring, maintaining the power in all of his relationships, even more so when sex was involved. On the very few occasions that he allowed Sirius control, the Slytherin remained firmly dominant in their relationship.


Once he was freed from the confines of his pants, he retrieved a small bottle from the pocket of his robe. He removed the stopper from the bottle with his teeth, reluctantly to remove his hand from Sirius’ thick hair, loving the feeling of the soft silky strands against his flesh. Lucius poured a small amount of the liquid into the crevice of Sirius’ bottom before pushing the stopper back in and placing the bottle back in his pocket. He used his cock to spread the liquid over Sirius’ tight pucker, his long fingers pushing inside to get Sirius ready for him, crooking upwards to touch his prostate, listening to the Gryffindor groan softly, the sound arousing Lucius far more than it should.


Sirius was biting his lip, trying not to be too loud, aware that people were walking by not far away. He felt Lucius slide another finger into him, three of those long fingers stretching him, thrusting into him. His cheek was against the brick wall, Lucius’ hand pulling his long hair as the blond moved his cock against his lower back. Sirius could feel liquid dripping onto his flesh, knew Lucius was ready, pushing back against his lover’s fingers. Finally, he whispered, "Please, Lucius. Need you inside me."


Lucius smiled triumphantly when he heard Sirius begging. He removed his fingers from his lover’s arse, bringing them to his mouth and licking them, feeling Sirius’ eyes on him as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he tasted his lover, catching the gray eyes of the younger wizard as his nostrils flared, his eyes blazing with desire. No longer teasing, he moved his cock against Sirius’ ass, pushing forward until the head penetrated the tight pucker. He watched Sirius’ eyes, his coal black lashes fluttering as he bit his lips hard, causing Lucius to thrust forward, sinking himself deeply into the younger wizard’s bowels. He ran his tongue over the bleeding lip before kissing the handsome Gryffindor intensely, his body moving forward and pulling out, sending Sirius into the wall with each thrust forward.


Lucius felt a hand in his hair as Sirius moved his head closer, fingers brushing through the long pale blond strands as they kissed. His left hand moved between the wall and his lover, finding Sirius’ swollen cock. He began to stroke the erection, his fingers teasing the younger man’s balls, scraping his fingernails against the sensitive flesh before moving along Sirius’ length. His strokes were quick and rough, knowing they didn’t have the time for him to tease his love, for more begging before release was granted, to just enjoy playing with his lover at his own leisure. During the holidays, he would arrange a meeting, perhaps an entire weekend free, in which he could spend his time tasting and teasing and fucking his young lover into exhaustion. A wicked smile crossed his lips at that thought, though he did not break their kiss or the ferocity of his thrusts.


Sirius groaned into Lucius’ mouth when the blond wizard’s grip on his cock tightened, his lover’s cock moving more quickly, each push sending him against the brick, his shoulders rubbing against the rough wall. Lucius was devouring him, the kiss never ending, breaking only for brief gulps air before lips against met, the Slytherin’s tongue taking possession of his mouth. He felt the tension building, knew he was close, thrusting back to meet Lucius. His hair was pulled as Lucius growled quietly, pushing in deeply before coming inside Sirius’ tight warmth. Sirius cried out when he felt Lucius bite his neck as the Slytherin continued to thrust inside him, the raven-haired Gryffindor coming when he felt the blond’s tongue licking the bite mark on his shoulder.


Lucius kissed Sirius one last time before he pulled his cock free. He noted with satisfaction the swollen arse cheeks and his seed dripping from his lover. Gray eyes moved over Sirius, watching as the wizard turned to leaned back against the wall, his cheek bearing the imprint of the brick wall, his shoulders most likely bruised from the force of hitting the hard brick, Lucius’ bite evident on his collar, his long black hair unbound and framing his face, giving him a rakish and sinful look that Lucius found far too appealing. The Slytherin quickly tucked himself back into his trousers and fastened his robe, quickly looking it over to make sure it was free of evidence of their coupling. He noticed Sirius reach for his wand and knew he was preparing to clean himself, to remove the seed from his arse and make himself respectable. His hand moved instinctively, catching Sirius’ wrist. Gray eyes met pale gray as he snarled, "No, leave it. I like knowing that you smell of me, that you are covered in our mixed release."


"I’ve got to clean up, Lucius," Sirius protested, strangely aroused by the dangerous gleam in Lucius’ slate gray eyes but not wanting to meet his friends knowing his bum was covered in his lover’s seed. For one, Remus would possibly smell the scene of sex, his best friend’s senses heightened due to his lycanthropy, and, honestly, Sirius wasn’t fond of the idea of spending hours with dried seed covering his arse. His cheek hurt from where he’d hit the wall and his right shoulder was sore from rubbing against the brick and his arse felt as if he’d had something large shoved up it, which he had, and now his neck was throbbing from Lucius’ bite that had, luckily, not drawn blood. All in all, it was not how he had expected to feel during a trip to Hogsmeade, and he realized that he wouldn’t change any of it. Lucius had wanted him enough to wait for him in an alley, to risk being caught just to fuck him, and now there was a very possessive gleam in those beautiful gray eyes and a slight aura of danger in the Slytherin that he found exciting.


"No," Lucius said sharply, knowing he was being controlling and not caring at all about the senselessness of his request. He wanted to know, should he happen to spot Sirius in Hogsmeade, that his lover still bore his scent and mark. Lucius had always been fond of marking his ownership on his favorite toys as a child, using a magical signature that had prevented others from playing with his favorite items. That need to claim ownership had not decreased as he got older, Malfoys being a possessive and selfish lot that hated sharing their prized positions. And Sirius, the charming and handsome Gryffindor who caused him to feel such desire and passion, well, he was fast becoming Lucius’ favorite toy. It was only logical to the Slytherin that Sirius should be aware of to whom he belonged, his seed and the bruises and the shallow bites a reminder should the boy grow forgetful.


"I can’t bloody well go out there smelling like sex and sweat," Sirius argued, moaning when Lucius’ grip on his wrist tightened, "someone might get suspicious."


"Do what you will," Lucius said sharply, releasing Sirius’ wrist and stepping back. He knew there was some truth to the Gryffindor’s statement, but that did not make him any less inclined to want his lover smelling like him, just as he smelled of Sirius. The boy's scent surrounding him like an intoxicating perfume, one that Lucius could happily smell for some time. He brought his left hand to his lips, licking the boy’s seed from his fingers as he watched Sirius dress.


Sirius watched Lucius for a moment, his eyes growing thoughtful now that he had been given a choice. He wasn’t overly fond of taking orders from anyone, though he had realized since becoming involved with Lucius that his resistance to being told what to do did not particularly extend to sex because he found the Slytherin’s dominant nature incredibly arousing. Deciding that the chances of Remus actually smelling anything on him were slight and that, even should his friend notice the lingering scent of sex, Remus would not know whom he had been shagging. Sirius looked directly into Lucius’ gray eyes as he pulled his trousers up and fastened them without performing a cleansing charm.


Lucius slowly smiled as he saw Sirius put his wand back in his robe pocket without completing the cleansing charm. He moved forward and kissed the boy one last time before saying, "Do enjoy the remainder of your day in Hogsmeade, Sirius. We shall meet again soon."


"Tomorrow evening, after dinner, I will be studying in the library, seated in the back where no one ever visits," Sirius mused, an impish smile following his words.


"That’s quite odd," Lucius arched a pale golden brow, his lips quirking slightly, "I had plans to visit the library tomorrow evening. Perhaps I shall see you there."


"Perhaps," Sirius agreed, "Enjoy the rest of your day, Lucius."


"I fear the better part has all ready occurred," Lucius replied smugly, "Until tomorrow evening, Siri."


Sirius watched the blond Slytherin turn and walk towards the street, his steps graceful, his confidence and conceit practically visible. Once he lost sight of his lover, he leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his black hair, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. He’d just shagged Lucius Malfoy in an alley during Hogsmeade weekend. It was a dangerous and foolish thing to do, but, Merlin, it had been intense and rather satisfying. With a slight grin, he left the alley to go find his friends, all ready anticipating his meeting with Lucius in the library the following evening.

*the end*