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The Gift	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Gift
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius or James. I just borrow them for my own sordid pleasure. And if JK. Rowling didn't own them, Kitten would. So I don't own them twice removed! ;-)

WARNING! NC-17! TVM! SLASH!!!!! Male on male contact! Male on male SEX! You have been warned. In big letters and small words!

Dedication: To Kitten. Exactly what you sked for.

Author's note: This has been written as a special gift to someone who is very dear to me. Hence the title. :-)

The Gift

James lay on his bed, hands laced behind his head as he stared up at the underside of the canopy top. Sirius was sitting next to him, tossing a quill over and over in his hand.

"I'm bored." Sirius said, for about the millionth time. He had discarded his school robes, and was dressed in a white tank top and black leather pants. He felt the attire suited his 'bad boy' image. James thought it made him look like something out of a 60s muggle film. James was wearing a more practical green t-shirt and jeans.

"I know." James said, turning his head to fix his light blue eyes on his best friend.

"So! Entertain me!" Sirius whined, crossing his legs under him. He had changed positions about ten times in as many minutes.

"How?" James asked. He was used to this. Sirius had the attention span of a gnat.

"I dunno. If I knew, I'd do it." Sirius sighed, drumming his fingers on his thigh. He had been fidgeting for about as long as he was in the room. After he had finished pacing, of course.

"You could do some homework..." James ventured.

"Homework!" Sirius scowled at his friend. "I think not."

James shook his head. Sirius considered doing homework right up there with eating maggots. James had his finished for the day. He was a good student, despite his best friend being a complete slacker.

"Okay...um...why don't you tell me about...you're most wild sexual experience." James figured that would keep Sirius entertained for a while, and himself as well. His own sexual experiences were rather limited. He and Lily had been going together for a while now, but their physical relationship was rather tame. And it was a mutual decision.

"Oh man..." Sirius grinned, his straight white teeth flashing in his tanned face. "Katya, whipped cream, cherries, and a biscotti..."

"You know, maybe I don't want to hear this after all." James said, with a grin. Sirius' sexual exploits were well known among the Hogwarts 6th years. He had bagged every attractive girl in the school. And even some that were just considered mercy fucks. Sirius considered sex to be one of the three greatest things in the world. The other two were food, and pissing off Snape.

"Aw..." Sirius stretched his legs out in front of him. "It was amazing...I mean, that girl can wrap her legs around her head..."

"Okay, okay! Bad idea!" James said, sitting up, laughing. He ran a hand though his messy dark hair, more out of habit then anything.

"Okay then..." Sirius turned a mischievous grin on James. "What about yours?"

"I don't have one, and you know it." James said, accusingly.

"Okay then...wildest fantasy." Sirius pushed. It seemed to James that the larger boy's favorite topic was sex. It was certainly fun to talk about, but not all the time. James' own limited experience was with Lily, and they didn't do much. He respected her, he didn't want to push her. Or himself. Fantasy? It immediately leapt to his mind, and he could feel himself flushing.

"Uh...oh, it's stupid." James said.

"Come on!" Sirius pleaded. He threw himself down so he was lying on his stomach, looking up at James. "Tell me..."

"Okay....My biggest fantasy? I can't believe I'm telling you...Lily in Quidditch robes." James blushed, even as he said it. But it was something he really wanted to see...a combination of the two things he loved the most.

"It's not stupid." Sirius said. "Tame, but not stupid."

"What's yours?" James asked.

"Done it." Sirius grinned. "And it was great. Let's just say twins and hot fudge..." he trailed off, smiling like an idiot. "Good times, good times. So...what's the one thing you want to do, but haven't?"

"Isn't that the same as my fantasy?" James asked, wrinkling his face in confusion.

"Nope." Sirius said, pushing himself up. "Like...something that you wouldn't necessarily get to do. A thing...you know? Just...something you want to do, like before you die."

James frowned. He thought he knew what Sirius meant. He sighed heavily, thinking. Something he'd like to do...he was adding on in his head. Something that he would like to do Just something he wanted to experience. Well, he wasn't that worldly when it came to sex. He thought long and hard, scrunching up his face as he did so. Suddenly, it came to him. He had given some thought to this sort of thing before hand, but had certainly never discussed it with anyone. He had a list, somewhere, of all the things he wanted to do before he died. He had actually done most of them. He was a prefect, he had a steady girlfriend, he was captain of the Quidditch team, he had spent a night in the forbidden forest...he was *hoping* he'd be made Head Boy. He'd been nice to Snape for one whole day...things like that. He knew he'd lose his virginity at some point, that wasn't a problem.

"Kiss another guy." James said, quite seriously.

"What?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, blanching somewhat. "Why the hell would you want to do that?"

"Because." James said, shrugging. "It's just something I've wondered about. And it's something I think I should do, just to say I've done it."

"Okay..." Sirius' tone clearly indicated that he thought James was insane. "I'll stick to kissing girls, thank you."

"Oh, so will I. I like kissing girls. But I would like, at some point, to kiss another man. Just to see what it's like."

"I could tell you what it's like." Sirius said.

"Oh?" James raised his eyebrow, a smile on his face. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Not at all. I could imagine though. It would be no different then kissing a girl."

"Yes it would." James said, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "I mean...guys are shaped different then girls. We men tend to be more muscular, and wider. We smell different, and what if the guy you're kissing has facial hair?"

"Some chicks have facial hair." Sirius said promptly.

"Not any you'd want to kiss." James leaned back against the headboard, musing. "Everything about it would feel different. The way he felt pressed against you, the way his skin felt...men *do* feel different then girls."

"You've given way too much thought to this." Sirius said, sitting up completely.

"I have thought about it." James replied honestly. "You mean you've never...?"

"Oh" Sirius shrugged, a nervous sort of shrug. "Not really...I mean, well, everyone thinks about it *once*. But not more then that!"

"So you have?" James asked, still smiling. He hadn't known this would make Sirius so uncomfortable.

"Everyone does." Sirius mumbled, defensively.

"I know. So there's no reason to get all weirded out by it." James patted Sirius' hand in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry. I won't tell."

"Damn straight you won't!" Sirius snapped, but his lips were curved up in a grin.

"So. Would you?" James asked.

"Would I what?"

"Kiss another guy."

"I dunno." Sirius made a dismissive gesture with his hands. "Maybe....probably...it would depend!" He seemed to be ending every sentence with a defensive snap.

"On what?"

"You're really pushing this, aren't you?"

"Well, you're not bored anymore, are you?"

"Good point." Sirius sighed, bobbing his head a bit. "Fine. It would have to be someone I trusted, someone I had strong feelings for, and someone I found attractive."

"I know what you mean." Said James. "I couldn't just go and kiss *any* guy. It would have to be..." James fumbled, realizing what he had been about to say. "...someone close." He muttered as a finish. He had almost said 'It would have to be either you, Remus, or Peter.'

"Yeah." Sirius said very softly, nodding. "Someone I cared about. Someone I'd already gone through a lot with."

"Like a best friend."

"Yeah." Sirius' voice had gotten very quiet, and intense. Which was quite odd for the over-active Gryffindor. James looked up, his blue eyes meeting Sirius' dark ones. A silent conversation went on between them, within the space of seconds. Very slowly, Sirius leaned forward, almost hesitantly. James swallowed, his fists clenching into balls of their own accord. He took a deep breath, titling his own head forward slightly. It seemed a horde of butterflies had suddenly taken residence in James' stomach, and his heart was beating in his throat. Sirius' was still leaning forward, and one of his hands reached out to rest on James' shoulder. James wasn't sure if that was to stable himself or Sirius. James placed his own hand lightly on Sirius' chest, feeling his friend's heart beat under his palm.

It seemed like an eternity before Sirius' lips gently brushed James'. A million thoughts flew across James' mind. Sirius' lips were warm, and soft, and slightly chapped. His hand on James' shoulder was strong and firm, and he smelled like nutmeg. It was the lightest of kisses, Sirius' lips just barely touching James' and hovering there. James leaned forward, pressing himself into the kiss. He felt Sirius' mouth firmly over his, and felt the hand on his shoulder tighten. James' hands went from Sirius' chest to his neck, wrapping around to tangle in his long, dark hair. His hair was amazingly soft and thick. James parted his lips slightly, urging the kiss to deepen.

He had never felt anything like this in his life. Sirius' shoulders were broad, and he could feel the well developed muscles clearly. Sirius' skin was smooth and warm, and slightly damp from sweat. James ran his hands along his best friend's shoulders, upper arms and back, amazed at the way it all felt beneath his hands. He felt Sirius' tongue slide gently into his mouth, caressing his lips lightly before slipping between them. James' brushed his own tongue against Sirius', his hands going back to bury themselves in Sirius' hair. Sirius' hands were still resting on James' shoulders, but as their tongues touched they moved rapidly over James' back, pulling him tightly against Sirius.

"Wow." Was all James could say when Sirius released him, drawing back to take a deep breath. He took off his glasses, to clean them.

"Mmm-hmm." Sirius said, before leaning in again. James blanched, not sure what to do. Sirius' lips were on his again, and he found himself not able to do anything other then open his mouth to his persistent friend. It really was different. But good! Sirius was an incredible kisser. His tongue flickered lightly over James' bottom lip, before Sirius closed his teeth over it gently. James sighed, tilting his head for a better angle. One of his hands was tangled in Sirius' hair, the other was resting on his back. He had dropped his glasses in surprise. But their height difference and somewhat awkward position made kissing difficult. James scooted forward, trying to maneuver himself into a more comfortable position. He was used to being the taller one!

Sirius got the hint, and moved to his knees. James leaned back, sliding down so he was lying on his back, and pulled Sirius on top of him. This was much better! He let his hands flutter over Sirius' broad back, utterly entranced by the sheer difference of it all. Sirius leaned over him, pressing his full weight onto James. Suddenly, the young Gryffindor realized their position.

"Sirius..." He mumbled, as his friend's lips left his mouth to suck gently at his neck.

"James..." Sirius answered with a moan, his tongue tracing patterns at the hollow of James' throat.

"We...have to stop." James rasped. He could feel all of Sirius against him, and it was warm and firm and highly arousing.

"Why?" Sirius pushed himself up, taking his weight onto his arms. He looked flushed, and his wavy black hair was tousled. His eyes were dark and full of lust, and his tanned skin was shining slightly with sweat.

"Because..." James said. Didn't Sirius realize what was going on? What could go on...

"You don't really want to..." Sirius said, confusion in his voice. James blushed furiously, turning his head away so he didn't have to meet his friend's eyes.

"That's not the point." James said. "I just think we'd better stop ourselves before we go too far, that's all."

"Oh." It was one word, but James swore he heard disappointment in it.

"Well...you don't *want* to go any further. Do you?" James asked, turning to meet Sirius' eyes.

"I don't know what I want." Sirius said, a shadow of his trade-mark cocky grin ghosting over his face. "'Cept for you. I dunno...this just feels right."

James returned the half hearted smile, reaching up to stroke Sirius' cheek. Sirius wanted to...with him? James wasn't entirely sure what to say or do. He himself wasn't sure what he wanted either. //Hey, if you wanted to have the experience of kissing a guy, why stop there? You might as well go the whole nine yards.// James frowned slightly at the voice in his head. He hadn't even slept with Lily. How could he sleep with Sirius?

//Because Sirius is your best friend, and you love him, and there probably isn't going to be another man you're going to be willing to do this with. Willing? You *want* this! Don't try to deny it...//

"I..." James swallowed hard, sucking in his lower lip as he thought. //This isn't wrong, in any way. This is good and right Why not go through with it? Go forward, and burn the bridges behind you.// "I want you, too."

"Then let's do it!"

"Er..." James flushed. How could Sirius sound so bright and...calm? As though this was an every day occurrence? Just ten minutes ago Sirius had found the mere thought of kissing another man utterly disgusting. Now he was ready and eager to do that and more. That was Sirius for you. "Do you...know how?"

"It can't be *that* hard." Sirius said, trying to shrug, which was rather difficult. "We'll figure it out as we go along, eh?" Sirius leaned down, brushing his lips tenderly against James'. No wonder all those girls slept with him...he was intoxicating! James didn't understand how a simple kiss from Sirius could drive him so mad! He parted his lips, coaxing Sirius' tongue into his own mouth. He felt Sirius rest his weight on him again, and James ran his hands over the thin cotton that covered Sirius' broad back. He let his hands trail down, feeling the curve of Sirius' spine, down to the small of his back. The tank-top had ridden up slightly, and his fingers brushed against bare skin.

Sirius arched his back into James' hands, and James trailed his fingers over the narrow strip of exposed skin at Sirius' lower back. He grasped the hem of the tank top, pulling it up to allow his hands to play over more of Sirius' back. He ran his fingers over the smooth muscles, feeling them slide and flex under his touch. Sirius sat up, suddenly, and ripped the tank top off. James had seen Sirius shirtless before-hell, he'd seen him naked-but it had never been like this. James reached up, almost reverently, and ran his hand down the smooth expanse of Sirius' muscular chest. He felt each ripple of muscle, each curve of rib, down to the flat tightness of Sirius' stomach. His own skin was quite pale in comparison to Sirius' deep tan, and he layed his hand flat against Sirius' stomach. He let his hand fall away after a few moments, and Sirius stretched out over him again, his tongue darting out to stroke James' jaw line.

James reached up, wrapping his arms around Sirius, lifting himself up slightly. He kissed at Sirius' cheekbone, tasting the salty skin. He ran his tongue along the smooth arch, not wanting to leave any bit of Sirius un-tasted. He moved his lips downwards, sucking at the skin of Sirius' throat and neck. He heard Sirius let out a small moan as his tongue ran along his collarbone. James sucked hard at the skin, the sweat tasting sweet on his lips. He latched his lips onto Sirius' shoulder, his fingers digging into the broad back. The skin was slick and warm and James dug his fingers deeper into it. Sirius' hands were busy running up under James' T-shirt, his hand caressing James' stomach. James shifted, Sirius' warm hand rubbing in gentle circles. He arched up, his shoulders pushing back into the mattress as he pressed his stomach up into Sirius' hand. He squirmed, and Sirius had his shirt off in one practiced movement.

James sighed as he settled back into the bed, Sirius' hand returning to trace patterns on his stomach. Broad fingers stroked, petted and caressed James' flat stomach, made so from years of intense Quidditch playing. His own frame was far leaner then Sirius', the muscles toned and slim compared to Sirius' romance novel-esuqe physique. Sirius' hand traveled upwards, playing over James' ribs and upwards, teasing sensitive flesh and causing James' to moan as jolts of pleasure shot through him. Sirius' lips came down, nibbling expertly at James' throat and shoulder, licking, sucking and kissing. His lips found James' collarbone, shoulder, sternum...and then his lips were where his hands had just been, and James arched himself up involuntarily, whimpering. His fingers were gripping Sirius' back so tightly they almost hurt. And he ached...

Suddenly, Sirius' hands were fumbling with James' belt. His hand brushed across James' swollen hardness through the denim of his jeans, and James cried out at that brief contact. He wanted more, so much more! It was a pulsating, throbbing need that consumed him. He scraped his fingers down Sirius' back, fingers sliding easily along the dips and bumps of a perfectly arched spine.

"Please..." James moaned, as Sirius' deft hands unzipped his jeans and pulled them down off of his hips. That relieved some of the ache...stiff denim and an erection didn't go well. But the thought was swept away completely as Sirius' hand brushed against James' hardness again, deliberately this time. He trailed his fingers over the bulge in his red boxers, teasingly. James thrust his hips upwards, begging for more. Sirius grinned devilishly, his dark eyes meeting James'. James couldn't speak, his breath was ragged and his heart was still lodged in his throat. Sirius crawled down, sliding James' pants all the way off. He climbed back upwards, dragging his tongue along James' stomach, tracing the indentation of the muscles there. James' moaned aloud again, his hands burying in Sirius' hair.

"Got you begging already..." Sirius chuckled huskily, his palm running across James through the thin material of his boxers. He moved his hand to James' hip, feathery light touches driving the slim Seeker mad. His hips twitched and jerked as Sirius pressed and petted and rubbed at tender spots and muscles. He then hooked his fingers in the waist of James' boxers, sliding them down and tossing them aside.

How had this happened? It had gone from a simple conversation about a single kiss to this! James' breath was forced out of his chest as Sirius touched bare skin, his fingers sliding over James' stiff length. He teased it, running his knuckles along it before wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the base, squeezing gently. James whimpered, not capable of anything else. Sirius slid the circle his fingers had made up along James' length, still squeezing gently. At the tip, he paused, squeezing harder. James cried out, thrashing his head from side to side. Sirius gripped James with his entire fist, squeezing. He pumped gently, then ran his nails up along his length, lightly scratching.

James gripped the sheets tightly, claming his teeth together tightly. Sirius gripped his base again, and James felt a breath of warm air on him...and then Sirius' lips closing gently around the tip of his erection.

It was like a lightening bolt shot through his insides, and he gasped. He half wanted Sirius to stop, but he felt he'd die if he did. Sirius' lips encased him with an agonizing slowness. Did he have *any* idea what he was doing? How he was making James feel? Nothing had ever felt so good in his life! Sirius had taken him completely into his mouth, and was running his tongue along James' length. His tongue was soft and persistent, stroking and teasing. Sirius' hands were on his hips, caressing the bone and muscle. He dragged his lips up James' shaft, then his teeth back down it. He teased, abused, and worshiped James' swollen member with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He took James' entire length deep into his mouth, sucking gently. James didn't think he could hold himself in mush longer...

"Sirius..." He moaned, thrusting himself deeper into Sirius' mouth. The muscular Gryffindor swirled his tongue along James, flicking it over the tip, pressing it along his shaft...

"Sirius!" James cried out, loudly. He could feel it building, feel it threatening to overpower him.

"Mmmm?" Sirius mumbled, touching his tongue to a sensitive spot.

"I'm...I think I'm coming...."

Sirius just nodded, increasing his rhythm, using teeth, tongue and lips mercilessly. James cried out, a strangled gasp that tore out of his throat as he climaxed. It gripped him, like a tidal wave, washing over him and tumbling him in its wake. It was lightening, it was fire, it was the greatest thing he had ever felt...

And then it was over, and he could barely breathe. His breath was shallow, and it caught in his throat. He was dimly aware of Sirius shifting, standing up...where was he going? James opened one eye, tilting his head. Ah, to get a drink of water. James closed his eyes again, trying to catch his breath. That had been amazing. And Sirius claimed he'd never done that before?

"You okay?" Sirius asked, climbing back into the bed. James nodded, his lips curving up into a wide smile.

"Oh yeah." He said, his voice breathy. "How did you...you said you've never..."

"Nope." Sirius grinned. "But I know what I like." He grinned, ruffling James' hair.

"What about you?" James asked. He wasn't sure what he was going to do...well, he had a pretty good idea. James had never been one to do things halfway. It was all or nothing

"Whatever you want." Sirius said, his thumb stroking over James' forehead. James nodded, his hands going to Sirius' pants, not entirely sure how to get them off. Sirius grinned, standing, and slid the pants off of his well muscled hips, and threw them aside. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He climbed back on top of James, stretching like a cat. James, lacking the experience and finesse of Sirius, took the other boy in his hand. He wondered at the feeling of Sirius in his hand. He was thicker then himself, and longer...it felt warm and alive in his hand. He ran his fingers over it, rubbing his thumb along the underside of the smooth shaft. It was soft and firm...James tried to mimic what Sirius had done to him, wrapping his fingers around the base, squeezing. Sirius moaned softly.

"Here." James whispered, turning over to lie on his stomach. He sucked in his breath, swallowing hard.

"Uh..." Sirius laid a hand on James' back, rubbing.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't know how to do *that*." James said, looking over his shoulder with a grin.

"Haha." Sirius said, giving James a playful spank on the rump. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

James crossed his arms, settling his chin on them. Sirius continued to rub his back an buttocks, fingers deftly massaging the now tight muscles. James was a bit nervous. He had heard that this could hurt...Sirius' hands ran along his rear, caressing the muscles lightly but firmly. He slipped a finger down in the cleft between James' cheeks, rubbing gently. James moaned...it felt good! Sirius continued, his fingers playing lightly over his opening. Then his fingers were gone for a moment, but back, slick and warm and wet. Sirius slid a wet finger into James, slowly. James moaned, biting at the pillow as Sirius' finger entered him, buried up to his knuckle in James' tight opening. James squirmed, as Sirius added a second finger. It hurt...but not in a bad way. It was a dull, almost pleasant throbbing. Sirius slid a third finger...and James gasped. *That* hurt!

"Sorry!" Sirius said, stopping. James let out his breath, forcing himself to relax. If Sirius fingers hurt, what about his...? James shuddered, but it wasn't entirely out of fear. Sirius fingers began moving slightly, gently. They brushed against something inside of him, and James gasped. *That* felt amazing! And Sirius did it again...James let out a low moan. He arched himself up into Sirius fingers, which were withdrawn. But soon there was something else probing at James' entrance. Something warm, and smooth...

"Ready?" Sirius asked, and James nodded. He was more ready for this then anything else in the world. he clamped his teeth together, trying to remain relaxed as Sirius pushed slowly into him. At first it was fine...a warm, insistent pressure that was slowly building. Then something hurt, badly. James gasped, but didn't tense. Sirius obviously took that as a gasp of pleasure, and pushed on forwards. James moaned, burying his face in the pillow. It was pain and pleasure and raw heat. And then all of Sirius was in him, pulsing and hot and complete. James heard Sirius moan, and begin to thrust out. There was that something again...Sirius hardness was rubbing against it, causing pleasure to replace the initial pain. Sirius pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting in again. James cried out, and began moving with his lover, arching his hips upwards to meet Sirius' thrusts. It was like being whole...it was prefect.

Sirius thrust in, again and again. Hard and hot and insistent, driving into James without pause. His hands gripped James' waist, and he moaned almost continuously. James gasped and moaned and cried out as well, his forehead pressed into the pillow as Sirius plundered his body. He moved under him, matching himself to Sirius' primal rhythm. Instinct kicked it, like a driving force. He felt a tenseness, and then Sirius' climax, surely as powerful as his own. Sirius gripped his hips tightly, fingers biting into flesh, and he cried out James' name in a low, long growl. And James could *feel* it. It was unlike anything else he had ever felt in his life, Sirius coming inside of him...

"Wow." It was Sirius' turn to be speechless. He collapsed on top of James, his broad chest fitting over James' slender back.

"Mmmmm." James mumbled, still not capable of speech. He felt far more alive then he ever had before. There was no more pain, and Sirius was still inside of him. They were both bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, and James was completely exhausted.

"That was incredible!" Sirius exclaimed, rolling off of James. "Man...I am so glad you talked me into this!"

"Me?" James turned to look at his friend with an expression of mock outrage. "Excuse me, this was mostly your idea."

"You started it." Sirius countered, shaking back his sweat dampened hair.

"You finished."

"You brought the whole thing up." Sirius gave James a cocky grin, his dark eyes sparkling.

"Yeah well...glad I did." James mumbled.

"So am I." Sirius said, all trace of amusement gone. "I know it was a one time thing...and I'm glad. I'm happy we could share that. That I could give you..." He indicated with his hand, and James nodded. It had been something extremely special and indefinable. And something that he would remember for the rest of his life. And he realized now it had to have been Sirius. There was no one else he cared about as much, or trusted as much. No one else he could have given himself too...

"Me to." He said, sitting up to share one last tender kiss with Sirius. "Me to."
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